Kisuke pulled his hat off, shaking his shead slowly, side to side. Voice mournful, angry, and hurt, he replied, head lowered and looking at the snow below his feet.
"I have no clue, but some of the things Aizen has done to Kita since he has gotten his hands on her…" He paused, taking a deep breath, "I can't guarantee anything with Kita."
He looked up at Juushiro.
"But even with everything he has ever done, he could never override her morals in killing. It’s not in her. IF. And I
stress the 'if' Kita did this. It was not of Aizen's doing. The Gods are behind this."
Brain racing, emotions at an all time high, Kisuke stepped forward. He would not believe Kita did this. It didn’t matter how much proof was brought before him. His mind screamed denial above all his thoughts.
"It was not Kita!" His pace quickened.
At least, it was not the Kita he had grown to love so dearly. It was not the young girl that he held close to heart. It was not she. He would not believe it until Kita herself told him she was the one that pierced Toshiro's heart with a blade.
He shook his head, mumbling to himself. “Toshiro meant too much to her. She trusted him even more than she trusted me." Kisuke lifted a hand to his head, rubbing his temple.
Then, suddenly, Kisuke stopped walking once more and screamed, raising clenched fists towards the heavens.
"WHY!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? YOUR SICK GAMES ARE WEARING THIN! EITHER KILL US ALL OR LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE! WE OWE YOU NOTHING!"
Lowering his head, spent, Kisuke dropped to his knees, whispering, as his hat fell to the snow below. “Kita. Toshiro. Who’s next?” He covered his face with his hands.
Juushiro, beside him, was silent.
