Characters: Kira, Hitsugaya, others mentioned
Word Count: 187
Time: 30 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
Perhaps there was some nobility, some pride to the term conspirator. Brutus, Cassius, Trebonius. Aizen, Ichimaru, Tousen.
Kira was not even worthy of that respect in their hatred of him. He was just a traitor. He could feel their eyes boring into him, particularly Hitsugaya's accusatory gaze, like frozen methane.
Kira flinched at every glance, knowing what was behind it. Traitor.
It was Hitsugaya who finally took him aside to knock some sense into him.
"Soi Fong teamed up with a banished deserter. The 'little hero' Yamada defected to the ryoka. Hinamori-fukutaichou attacked a captain and broke out of jail. Abarai fought his own captain—we all saw the wounds—and tried to escape with a condemned prisoner. Kyouraku, Ukitake, Ise, Kotetsu, and Kotsubaki turned traitor, destroyed the Soukyoku, and fought the soutaichou. Matsumoto and I broke into the Central 46 Chambers. We're all traitors, fukutaichou."
Kira was still shaking on his knees at Hitsugaya's feet. He gazed up at the cold captain, fallen silent, silhouetted against the moon. Kira wanted to grovel at his feet or cry or something, but… He reached out a hand.