Post by seraki on Jun 3, 2012 9:31:31 GMT -5
Writing it down on paper, he couldn't believe it. Taking deep breaths, he steadied his hand as he finished. There it was, right there on paper. He had to give out his new information after all. It wasn't like everything would just remain the same now. No, everything was changing for him. He finished and lifted his pen. Sitting down the pen, he took a second to stare at it. "Izaya Kogi." His new name.
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That morning he gone to the Rukongai. It was an awkward feeling to return there in defeat. Just earlier that year he had been there with Tels, a triumphant Shinigami who had but this life behind him. Now, he was neither triumphant nor a true Shinigami. Having seen his zanpakuto, he knew his days were numbered. Maybe the Soul Society would take pity upon him. Put him in a desk job. No. He doubted that highly.
The outfit he wore was different. It was a light-blue, long-sleeved shirt with the Yotogi crest on the back and on the chest. It was commonplace for him to wear this every time he returned to his family's manor for a reunion or, in this case, a report. Word had already reached them that he had been injured. Obviously they had been contacted when he was brought in. They had summoned him for this day and time. He kept his torn up hakama on though. The family uniform didn't come with pants.
Upon entering the manor, Izaya didn't bother knocking. It was his house after all, he lived there from time to time. As soon as he entered, Izaya made his way to the room that was set aside for family meetings. He knew how this was going to play out, he'd been on the other side of this before. Family members had been put on the spot like this before. Some had even been banished from the clan. However, his father being the head of the clan, Izaya knew that fate would not befall him. He was his son, after all.
Entering the dark room, Izaya stood there. There were three chairs on a riser above him. The chair in the middle was occupied by his father, Yamenci Yotogi. To his left sat Oki Yotogi, his mother. And to his right sat someone who resembled him greatly. He looked to be about one-hundred and fifty by his appearance. The young man reminded him of someone. Wait a second, didn't Izaya have a younger brother?
Yes, yes he did. He didn't remember him well because they were raised differently. Izaya had been raised to take the mantle as the next head of the clan. His brother, on the other hand, had been raised by Oki to be his assistant. The goal was for them to both aspire to great stature as Shinigami. Though, Izaya was to naturally out preform him. Naturally. But what was his name? Why was this so hard for him to remember. Looking down, Izaya combed through all his memories. After a second, he set his eyes on the younger version of himself and his mouth twitched.
"Riku," he whispered.
"That's correct Izaya," his father responded. His voice had a resonance about it. It seemed to fill up the whole room. Izaya gave a small look at his father. He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same black hair in a ponytail, and the same condescending look. He seemed to always wear it on his face when Izaya was present.
"It's nice to see you, Izaya," Oki chimed in. Her voice rang hollow in the room. She cared about him but she was always so damn timid. She wouldn't stand up to Yamenci for anything. His word was law in this house. Izaya's brother didn't even acknowledge him. He actually didn't even act like he wanted to be here. Riku didn't care about the clan or its honor. He just didn't like Izaya.
"I assume you are expecting my report over the events leading up to my injury, Otōsan."
"Yes, we are. Tell me how the prodigy of the Yotogi clan was bested by a mere hollow? Tell me how you think that reflects on our clan? How do you think it impacts our honor."
"Otōsan, it was no mere hollow that defeated me. It was an Arrancar, and an Espada at that. There shouldn't be any shame in what occurred. Before that I defeated her underlings. Should that not warrant praise? Or is my triumph over-shadowed by my defeat?"
"It most certainly is. No son of mine shall be a defeated cripple." Again, his father's voice resonated all throughout the room. Izaya looked over at Riku, who seemed to be asleep. The older sibling always thought that he would grow to be bigger and stronger, but that didn't seem to be the case. Riku seemed like he was taller than him and he definitely had more muscle tone. The roles had swapped. Now he would be the assistant. Or worse.
"I apologize if my condition upsets you Otōsan, but please keep in mind, it is not pleasant for me either. In case this is not apparent to you, I'm pretty worse for the wear. There was an abundance of internal injuries that accompanied my losing of an arm." That, apparently, was the wrong thing to say. His father's face switched from one of condescension to one of pure rage. Obviously he didn't care about his son's suffering; he only cared about the clan's honor.
"Don't you dare speak to me that way Izaya, for the time being you are still apart of this clan. Show me some respect."
"For the time being? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You've been on this council before. You know the power it holds."
"Yamenci-san, please don't." That was all his mother said, it wouldn't stop this man. This man was going to do whatever he wanted. That was the way of this house and Izaya was accustomed to it.
"Kāsan, hold your tongue. This is not the place for your rantings. I'm going to do what is best for this clan and that is final." Izaya looked to his mother. She was knuckling under which was typical of her. She never dared to talk-back to his father. Izaya saw where this was going. "Izaya, you have greatly threatened the honor of this clan. The honor which your ancestors have worked so tirelessly to establish. As such, they are no longer your ancestors. The Yotogi Clan cannot afford to keep someone who carelessly gets injured and threatens its prestige. Therefore, I revoke you as a member of this clan and disown you as my son. You are Yotogi Izaya no more."
"And where is the honor in disowning your eldest son? Where exists the prestige in turning your back on your own child? Tell me that!"
"My decision is final. Please remove your clan uniform on your way out."
"I see. I see how this is. Your actions have become apparent to me now. You never cared about me. It was always about your damned clan."
"I apologize. I don't know you. Please leave my manor immediately."
Izaya tore off his shirt and threw it to the ground in shreds. They wouldn't care about its shape, they just wanted him not to have it. His mother gasped at the sight of his wound for the moment she was able to see it. He turned around and began walking furiously. Slamming doors on his way out, he made his rage clear.
He was now an orphan. His name must reflect that.
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That morning he gone to the Rukongai. It was an awkward feeling to return there in defeat. Just earlier that year he had been there with Tels, a triumphant Shinigami who had but this life behind him. Now, he was neither triumphant nor a true Shinigami. Having seen his zanpakuto, he knew his days were numbered. Maybe the Soul Society would take pity upon him. Put him in a desk job. No. He doubted that highly.
The outfit he wore was different. It was a light-blue, long-sleeved shirt with the Yotogi crest on the back and on the chest. It was commonplace for him to wear this every time he returned to his family's manor for a reunion or, in this case, a report. Word had already reached them that he had been injured. Obviously they had been contacted when he was brought in. They had summoned him for this day and time. He kept his torn up hakama on though. The family uniform didn't come with pants.
Upon entering the manor, Izaya didn't bother knocking. It was his house after all, he lived there from time to time. As soon as he entered, Izaya made his way to the room that was set aside for family meetings. He knew how this was going to play out, he'd been on the other side of this before. Family members had been put on the spot like this before. Some had even been banished from the clan. However, his father being the head of the clan, Izaya knew that fate would not befall him. He was his son, after all.
Entering the dark room, Izaya stood there. There were three chairs on a riser above him. The chair in the middle was occupied by his father, Yamenci Yotogi. To his left sat Oki Yotogi, his mother. And to his right sat someone who resembled him greatly. He looked to be about one-hundred and fifty by his appearance. The young man reminded him of someone. Wait a second, didn't Izaya have a younger brother?
Yes, yes he did. He didn't remember him well because they were raised differently. Izaya had been raised to take the mantle as the next head of the clan. His brother, on the other hand, had been raised by Oki to be his assistant. The goal was for them to both aspire to great stature as Shinigami. Though, Izaya was to naturally out preform him. Naturally. But what was his name? Why was this so hard for him to remember. Looking down, Izaya combed through all his memories. After a second, he set his eyes on the younger version of himself and his mouth twitched.
"Riku," he whispered.
"That's correct Izaya," his father responded. His voice had a resonance about it. It seemed to fill up the whole room. Izaya gave a small look at his father. He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same black hair in a ponytail, and the same condescending look. He seemed to always wear it on his face when Izaya was present.
"It's nice to see you, Izaya," Oki chimed in. Her voice rang hollow in the room. She cared about him but she was always so damn timid. She wouldn't stand up to Yamenci for anything. His word was law in this house. Izaya's brother didn't even acknowledge him. He actually didn't even act like he wanted to be here. Riku didn't care about the clan or its honor. He just didn't like Izaya.
"I assume you are expecting my report over the events leading up to my injury, Otōsan."
"Yes, we are. Tell me how the prodigy of the Yotogi clan was bested by a mere hollow? Tell me how you think that reflects on our clan? How do you think it impacts our honor."
"Otōsan, it was no mere hollow that defeated me. It was an Arrancar, and an Espada at that. There shouldn't be any shame in what occurred. Before that I defeated her underlings. Should that not warrant praise? Or is my triumph over-shadowed by my defeat?"
"It most certainly is. No son of mine shall be a defeated cripple." Again, his father's voice resonated all throughout the room. Izaya looked over at Riku, who seemed to be asleep. The older sibling always thought that he would grow to be bigger and stronger, but that didn't seem to be the case. Riku seemed like he was taller than him and he definitely had more muscle tone. The roles had swapped. Now he would be the assistant. Or worse.
"I apologize if my condition upsets you Otōsan, but please keep in mind, it is not pleasant for me either. In case this is not apparent to you, I'm pretty worse for the wear. There was an abundance of internal injuries that accompanied my losing of an arm." That, apparently, was the wrong thing to say. His father's face switched from one of condescension to one of pure rage. Obviously he didn't care about his son's suffering; he only cared about the clan's honor.
"Don't you dare speak to me that way Izaya, for the time being you are still apart of this clan. Show me some respect."
"For the time being? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You've been on this council before. You know the power it holds."
"Yamenci-san, please don't." That was all his mother said, it wouldn't stop this man. This man was going to do whatever he wanted. That was the way of this house and Izaya was accustomed to it.
"Kāsan, hold your tongue. This is not the place for your rantings. I'm going to do what is best for this clan and that is final." Izaya looked to his mother. She was knuckling under which was typical of her. She never dared to talk-back to his father. Izaya saw where this was going. "Izaya, you have greatly threatened the honor of this clan. The honor which your ancestors have worked so tirelessly to establish. As such, they are no longer your ancestors. The Yotogi Clan cannot afford to keep someone who carelessly gets injured and threatens its prestige. Therefore, I revoke you as a member of this clan and disown you as my son. You are Yotogi Izaya no more."
"And where is the honor in disowning your eldest son? Where exists the prestige in turning your back on your own child? Tell me that!"
"My decision is final. Please remove your clan uniform on your way out."
"I see. I see how this is. Your actions have become apparent to me now. You never cared about me. It was always about your damned clan."
"I apologize. I don't know you. Please leave my manor immediately."
Izaya tore off his shirt and threw it to the ground in shreds. They wouldn't care about its shape, they just wanted him not to have it. His mother gasped at the sight of his wound for the moment she was able to see it. He turned around and began walking furiously. Slamming doors on his way out, he made his rage clear.
He was now an orphan. His name must reflect that.