Kira Izuru!

[sinful_lynx]

Title: Division of Despair
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Izuru
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mm... spoilers, I guess, but I hope everyone's seen the Soul Society Arc by now...
Author Note: I've always wanted to write Kira, but I've never had the idea! He's so cute and gloomy, but he's a really awesome guy. So sweet... anyway, this popped into my head while we were at Walmart's looking for an air conditioner for my Grampy and I was excited to write it down. I think it came out fairly well, actually.
Summary: The Marigold that represents them... that is their symbol, the flower that means despair.
Disclaimer: Found the icon on photobucket.

He trains hard. It is impossible not to, with despair around every corner. No matter where he goes, there is always a reminder of what the third division represents, what it means to carry the weight of the division on his young shoulders. It doesn't seem that long ago since Gin Ichimaru betrayed them, left them to fend for themselves for the traitor, Aizen. He doesn't understand why his captain has left, or why it brings him so much despair and hurt now that he's gone. They weren't ever on the same page, Gin was always much more light-hearted than he felt and he had reservations about fighting, while Gin would shrug his shoulders and do as he was told, exactly as told.

Gin liked to play with emotions too. It was his trademark. He never remembered once knowing what was on his mind or what he planned to do, but now... now that he's gone, Izuru is starting to pick up things in his memories that probably should have told him all that he needed to know. Gin wore the face of a traitor. They were the Division of Despair and yet his smile was always present, as if despair were somehow amusing to him.

The Marigold that represents them... that is their symbol, the flower that means despair. Whether he likes to admit it or not, he has always found this place among the Gotei 13 to be the most fitting for him and his Wabisuke. Izuru has never taken pleasure in some of the things that Renji does, or perhaps his captain did. He's always found solitude, a nice book and perhaps a light snack the best way to do things. He trains hard only because he knows others rely on him, not because he takes a particular liking to it.

He strikes at the practice dummy again and again, leaving shallow marks in it, guides for his next strikes. Once he's satisfied with his speed, he stops and recovers a bit, hand tightly wound around his sword's hilt. "Raise your head... Wabisuke!"

It's funny, telling the sword named 'Miserable Man' to lift his head when he is in no right shape to do so himself, let alone command an entire squad to do so. In the division of despair, the only light is in the activation of his zanpakutou, calling forth the spirit to drain his own. Once the sword has changed shape, grown two corners, he pounds mercilessly at the practice dummy--one, two, three, four, five, six times-- before he steps back, not a single scratch left behind, but the stick the dummy rests on breaks and crashes to the ground.

He focuses on Wabisuke's ability the most when he's troubled. When he needs to relieve stress, he pretends that Wabisuke's taking the burden on his heart and weighing it on whatever it is that he can, and as the weight doubles, quadruples and continues to double from there with each stoke, it's as if that burden has lifted.

Izuru smiles softly at the fallen dummy, at all of his troubles laid out into a single mass of broken sticks, straw and tattered potato bag and he's ready, once more, to return to his duties as the interim-captain of the Division of Despair.