They allowed her a grieving period of only one week.

As if one week was enough to accept the death of a loved one. As if Agito could simply accept the death of her adopted son, killed by her own hand.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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[Agito's POV]

It was the perfect cover up. Perfect. It was so perfect, even I started to believe it. But I can't. I was never one to lie to myself and this is something I would never make delusions about. Aizen had come running for help, saying that a hollow attacked the sparring group of Company three and five. He said that the hollow would temporarily possess the Shinigami and force them to kill each other before fleeing to another host. 3rd Company Captain Ruthianna and Tristan of the 1st Company were reported dead. Gin, Tousen, and I were gravely wounded but both me and Aizen were able to kill the hollow by striking as it hopped hosts.

I was in the hospital for 1 week after that. A large scar on my back as a memory to the death of Tristan. I was given 1 week to greive for the deaths of both my Captain and protege before I'm to report for duty. It's my fourth day of grieving. I stay isolated. I eat, and sleep correctly but I can hardly move my limbs. All I feel is the ache in my chest and the ice in my ribs. But I also feel the ngry fire in my veins, willing and ready to lash out at anyone who ever stands in my way. My sadness and my anger were fighting to take control, but nothing has won yet.

Have you ever felt like...I don't know. There's just so much pain and I don't know how or when it's gonna stop. It never does. Every time my heart beats, I feel like something in me is trying to die and I can't cause I'm still breathing. I feel like a failed suicide, laying on the cold ground, looking up at the cliff that was supposed to send me to heaven, except it sent me down to earth, the worst hell out of them all.

But at the same time, I feel like a viper. I ws filled with anger and just about anything would trigger it. An anger about as hot as magma was boiling in me. The poison in my soul wanted to be let out. I wanted to lease my wrath. But wrath is such an ugly sin. If I were describe wrath, I would describe this monster inside me like a fire breathing dragon/dog hybrid. A nasty looking beast that rages inside of me, lusting for revenge.

I look out the window but I could feel nothing physical. The sun on my face doesn't provide warmth. The wind in the trees doesn't smell good or bad. There's nothing right now that can phase me. If you impale me right now, I'll probably look at you and either say 'thank you' or 'fuck you too'. Physically, I don't sense anything. Emotionally, I can sense every throbbing ache in this damn heart of mine and the burning in my veins.

A part of me says, 'fuck this shit, no one mess with AGITO DIABOLOS and if someone even dares fuck around with my son then I fuck them up,' but that part of me is a bitch that I don't want to listen to. The other part of me says, 'let it all out'. But how can I let it all out if I'm too numb to cry? How can I let it out when I feel like I'm gonna go on massacre?

"Agito?" I turn my head towards the voice. People don't talk to me anymore. I'm greiving remember? So I can't have any sort of conseling with anyone. But now here stands Rue in the middle of my apartment, looking at me with eyes that just scream sympathy. She sits down beside me on the other chair and takes my hand.

"You're so cold," she comments. She looks up at me and I can see myself in her eyes. I was the image of mourning.

"What happened Agito?" Memorise unfold themselves and I feel my face twisting with each one. I struggle to talk but managed to get the story out with a vunerable voice.

"Tristan told my Captain about Aizen. Aizen was going to kill both of them with the nanobot serum but I killed them before they can die by Aizen's hands. Rue...my son is gone." And with that, the flood came. I wept for the innocent. I sobbed for Tristan. I mourned for my Captain. I wailed for myself. I greived for Rue.

"Let it all out Agito. I'm here, don't worry. Let it all out." Rue was always a sucker for crying. She started to cry too. We both cried for our situation. This is probably the only time we could.

As time past, all my sadness left me. All the sadness that numbed my limbs was gone and all I had in me was rage. I started to pace. If I could breathe fire I would burn this whole room up.

"Agito?" Rue called softly. I ran my fingers through my hair and snarled at the slight knots at the end of my hair. I grab a fistful of my hair and took out my zanpuktou. With a warcry, I chopped off all the hair and threw it too the side. My reiatsu was flickering around the room, willing and urging me to allow it to burn absolutely everything. EVERYTHING.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. I shouldn't have LET it happen. I was right there Rue! Right fucking there and I did NOTHING to help! I didn't fight with everything I had until afterwards! What does that make me Rue?! WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME!?! IT MAKES ME FUCKING WEAK!!!" I let out a roar before letting my reiatsu take it's anger out. It swirled around me, pleased that I let go of the leash and lashed out on everything. The furniture was destroyed, throwing itself into the air from the force and disentergrating into dust. The walls were shreds into layers before burning.

"Agito! Stop this!" Rue cried out but I didn't. I was so angry. I wanted to unleash Michael and let himcause the rapture.

"AGITO!!!" Someone tackled me down but I visiously elbowed whoever was holding me in the jaw before throwing myself onto the body. I straddled him, placing my hands around his throat and squeezing. I snarled at the persons face. But whoever I was choking wasn't anyone I knew. A male. Black hair with long side bangs. Black eyes struggling for life. He was clawing at my hands, wanting to breathe. Who was he?

"Agito! Get off him!" Someone shoves me off the male and all I see is Rue's long blue hair tumbling down.

"What's wrong with you Agito?!" Rue cried out.

"MY SON IS DEAD AND YOU ASK ME WHAT'S WRONG?! I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING RUE!!! I HAD TO WATCH MY SON DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!" She raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

"If you think you're weak then GET STRONGER! Isn't that the Agito Diabolos that we all know?! Right now you're being scared, pathetic, and lashing your anger out for any reason! This better not be the person Tristan died for cause IT'LL BE A WASTE OF HIS LIFE!!!" Rue yelled at me. Anger still burned in my blood but it wasn't as intense as before. As I slowly calmed down, my reiatsu lowered down to average. Rue got off me and I sat up, looking around the room. Well, my barrack was nothing short from ruined.

"I have a wife you know! How am I supposed to explain to her how I got this?" I looked to my left and was surprised to see Byakuya sitting on the floor rubbing his neck that had a dark blue bruise already forming in the shape of a hand. I look around. Where was that boy? That boy I was choking before. Was I choking Byakuya but envisioned someone else? But who?

"Why are you here Byakuya-kun?" Rue asked and I reverted back into reality. Later...I'll think about it later.

"I heard about what happened. Took me forever to get past those 3rd divison punks but when I get here finally, I sense a whole bunch of reiatsu flying everywhere. When I come in, all of a sudden I'm getting my throat crushed." I scoff.

"Then maybe next time you'll know better than to tackle me when I'm clearly furious," I snap back at him before standing up. Rue and Byakuya followed my example. I brush the fringe of my hair away before looking at both my sister and best friend.

"I'm sorry Rue, Byakuya, I was weak there for a second. Thanks for pulling me through. Now all I need to do is get stronger."

"How will you get stronger? There's not much you can do at the point," Byakuya states. I look at them, determination overflowing.

"I'm going to learn Bankia

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" Rise Captain Agito Diabolos of the 3rd Company. Congradualtions," I rose to my feet as the other Captains in the room cheered for me. I bowed to my peers before accepting the honorary haori. I slipped on the coat, the inner color being the dark maroon I wanted. I bowed low to the Head Captain before facing forward. Even if I didn't have a bankia, over 400 Shinigami [mostly 3rd Company] had recommended me for the seat of Captain. It's been a week since the death of my son Tristan and when I reported for duty, my first job was to choose which color I wanted for my haori before finishing a test. Head Captain Yamamoto had already given me the title of Captain but for appearances sake, he gave me the test. What that test was, is confidental.

After the ceremony, I made a beeline to the exit, not even lingering to accept any congrats from anyone. I need to get stronger, and training for bankia will help me reach that goal.

"Captain Diabolos!" I stop and turn around.

"Yes Captain Unohana?" She smiles at me.

"I've been meaning to give this to you for a while," she says before pulling a necklace out. No, not just any necklace...Tristan's rosarie. Tristan always wore his rosarie. Rue and I hired an expert rosarie maker to make it for him one Christmas. The beads were made of mahogany and the metal was a polished silver. On the back of the cross was imprinted his name in cursive. Tristan wasn't religious but this necklace was special to him because it symbolized him being in our family.

"Thank you," I say, barely above a whisper. Unohana smiles a bit sadly before patting my shoulder. She leaves and I continue to stare at the rosarie in my hands. It takes a little while, but I finally found the strength to slip it over my head. Thos won't be a symbol of someone I lost. It'll be a promise I will keep. I WILL stay strong.

"Hail Mary full of grace, let me survive this heart break."