Dark Views, Segwarides death

||Life was a strange concept, all things that could be were to live were also to die. A release from the issues of the mortal realm, a meaningful ascension from the body into the realms of whatever existed afterwards. Hiruto was in a place of limbo, existing without existence itself. The area around him was detailed as a world of white, a certain aspect of nothingness that centered around the realm overlapping for distances unknown.

Without details upon the situation he began to understnand more so, death was approaching him and he was simply in the waiting room to be called back into his designated area. He lowered his body onto the chair, present infront of him were two chairs and a table with some magazines present. The magazines when glanced upon were reflections upon Hiruto's life, mocking reflections in some ways. Mentions of every fight he lost, all friends that died for or around him, his loss of his parents, and all bad things that existed since his time of birth.

". . ." There wasn't much for him to say on account of the magazines, but recalling the events more so caused a negative reaction in Hiruto. Leg moving forward, he kicked the table over knocking it all to the ground as a mean to get the materials out of his sight. Yet in his short fit of rage he would come to notice another figure present in the waiting room, his single eye resting on Hiruto before laughing.

"Not the definition of a success story, huh?" Hideyoshi laughed but not at Hiruto instead he motioned some laughter with him. "Sit down." The voice demanded a fatherly figure still present with him, he'd watch Hiruto move back to his seat giving him the time to do so. "So what stories might you have to share with me? Son." The angle of Hiruto's glance poured over towards Hideyoshi silently staring before his first words were brought up.

"I don't want to talk about it, i'd rather sit in silence." His own tone was more demanding as if he requested respect but it was a situation lacking of any sort of meaning with those forms of things. Hiruto never forgave Hideyoshi for dieing so soon or dieing without ever saying anything to him that would bring him closure upon their relationship.

Still, Hideyoshi was a rash man even now as he stood up from the chair and motioned over towards his son he'd offer a single notion, his fist crashing into the face of Hiruto knocking him backwards on his ass. "This is how you act just cause your da died a little early? Man up, you got your own responsiblities Hiruto. Theres no need for you to worry about me, I died making sure you could live. . and I am not the only one." Hiruto wasn't knowledgable of what was going on in reality at this point but as Hideyoshi spoke a sudden light enveloped Hiruto.

"Now stand up, it's too soon for you. Life is only going to get hard, but we are Tachibana we will fight for as long and as hard as we can." Offering a hand to help Hiruto up he'd stand infront of his son for what seemed to be the last time. A palm pressed against his head before speaking. "Well, son I loved you and your brother and I still do. Just don't be a bunch of pussys, it's bad for the family name." For the first time he'd see a smile from Hideyoshi looking down at him.

"People out there care for you too, some willing to die for you." It was like clockwork as he heard those words he'd begin to see Segwarides standing beside Hideyoshi. . .probably Mukuro too if not for his soul being focused back into the mortal realm. Blinking a few times as he faded out of limbo only to see the reality that he was dealing with now.

All which had occured was but a matter of seconds, his body now resting on the ground having been caught by Segwarides the beam meant to end him instead crashed through his sensei with ease. The only protection Hiruto had was the body and spirit of the male he aspirired to be like. . one of the founding fathers of Hiruto's personality and mindset.

The piercing attack crushed Segwarides in the place of Hiruto, as his back was penetrated and destroyed a silence overcame the both of them. Hiruto's gaze took in all of this, he couldn't speak however he was still crushed on his own. His body lingering upon Hirutos but for a moment before rolling onto the ground beside him.

In his last moments he dedicated words to his student, the future...no the current leader of the Dusk Brigade. A captain before the time was right and another sacrifice given for Hiruto to exist further, without ever exhibiting anything worth these sacrifies Hiruto was a lost cause of sorts. Segwarides gave his reasonings behind a web of honor and promises but it was the natural relationship the two had as comrades, family, and a Captain to a Vice.

He took in all of these words, the voice of Segwarides fading with each word spoken into existence. Hiruto could hear him fading out the time around the two of them was slowed but as Hiruto was still forced to remain there hearing out the last words of Segwarides and looking up only to see the male...the heartless being which ravaged the world around Hiruto.

The sick expression rolling onto his face, his synthetic  hand-crafted expression was the only thing he could mold in with Segwarides words. Doing his best he'd turn his head looking towards him, his words were finally matched with a face he could see the Captain before him in his weakened state only here to fade away.

It wasn't until the very last lines of his of words that he was brought to the complete understanding of the reality. He gave him his words, that he was like the son he never had. . it was troublesome to hear that for Hiruto. At this point Segwarides had already faded from the world, his head turning back to face forward staring at the sky which was darker than he had ever viewed it before. The stacks upon stacks of deaths and experiences like this had broken his view. Silently crying, tears he didn't control nor feel it was a natural reaction at this point.

It wasn't until he passed out that he stopped, waking up in the hospital hours later. . .Segwarides body was gone. He was taken away, forever out of the life of his comrades and family. While Hiruto still existed, or whatever was left of him. There was a silence which existed with him for what it felt like could be eternity. Sitting up in the hospital bed, tears streaming once again but his expression lacked life.

He hated this feeling, he hated what he was, he hated the people who would die in such a childish way, he hated the life that was taken in every flight, he hated the lives that thought sacrifice was a worthy death, and he hated the weakness which was his heart. He didn't want to feel anymore the feelings of friendship and bonds, he didn't want them to limit him if he would live further. There was no room for this feeling, no room for emotions and things of the sort. He needed only himself and the power within him at this point, he couldn't change humanity or the lives that were lost ubt he could change himself.

A dark mindset rested with Hiruto now, his eyes were wide open in comparison to life before. But that was just a sign that he could see reality as it was and didn't have much of a mind to take into consideraiton much else. He wasn't driven by his bonds anymore but he could feel himself driven by something else, a drive that would help angle him into the future.

As he eliminated his goals for unity and peace, there was something else present that he didn't much consider before. The drive of hatred that could fuel his being forward, the enemies present against him he hated them with all he had and this hatred would help guide him to their downfall.