Amongst a Troubled Mind: Kiso's Journal

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 1
I'm happy. I thank God and the heads of Las Noches (mainly the former) that I got accepted in this haven of white pleasure. I got assigned the Number 27 as my "birthmark", it's a very soft number for my own good but still I enjoy the honor of being recognized as a Número. I swear allegiance to the Ten Holy Blades (recognized as Espada, which in Spanish means "sword"... how do I know? I rule, nuff said), to make my everyday sweat useful to their cause.

My three favorite hollows had the chance of becoming arrancar, but the fools declined. They claimed to become more powerful by training extensively as adjuchas. It's their choice after all, so I can't deny them after all the support they've given me through those hard days in the cold, cruel desert of Hueco Mundo.

By becoming an arrancar, I also earned a zanpakutō with my favorite color: PURPLE. Why I like this color? It's the color of spirituality and bruises. My psychedelic paintings use pink, yellow, red and purple as definite colors (yeah, I'm an artist too :yell). I'm establishing my investigation centre in this humongous room in which I'm currently writing this diary. I plan to create a drug which brings out the entire emotions of a spiritual being. With God, everything is possible. Unlike those Shinigami heathens, I acknowledge there is no higher being than Him (and my subordinates also think about it, and that's one more reason to love them ;)).

Well, I gotta get some sleep, before I go psycho ...again. Mental stability is a bit overrated, you can be a Genius but you can still be a crazy man. Furthering happiness is what I wish to do, and from this day on I shall aid the Espada and every Arrancar in need with biological emotion weapons for the enemy or psychological medicine for the sad ones.

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ENTRY 2
It's been a while since I last wrote in this diary, I've been too fed up building a research institute on this room in which I live in. Although I finished it, I have troubles getting emotions out of anyone. How can I make someone with virtually no emotion break out in laughter? I might never know.

Oh yeah, one of my subordinates living in the outskirts of Hueco Mundo decided to become an arrancar. She is the one person that annoys me the most. Everytime I'm in deep thought over an investigation and about to reach the final goal at the end of the road, she has to scream into my ear "GOOD MORNING, KISO-CHAN". To make things worse she likes to experiment with my emotions, she ALWAYS has to dress with revealing clothes, with a vest strapped around her torso and a mini skirt. Also, to make me even more mad than I already am, she refuses to put on some damn footwear. I gave her a pair of sandals and black socks, I went to sleep. When I woke up I found the socks in my mouth and the sandals near my butt. She was always like that even as an adjuchas-class menos.

The name of that pest is called Roja, numbered 42 (the Answer to the Life, the Universe and Everything as I have read, how can she be the answer?!). The only thing I can do is wait for another subordinate of mine to decide becoming an arrancar.

KISO-CHAN IS MY BEST FRIEND EVER!!!

Though she angers me, she is still my faithful follower. Despite her antics, I find her irreplaceable. She makes my everyday funnier and a bit... entertaining.

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ENTRY 3
Dear Diary, I finally found the ultimate scientific formula for the greatest invention ever elaborated on these planes of existence. We enjoyed much of it while we were still breathing, and being too fed up on fighting those atheistical Shinigami and pure hollows we forgot about the light it brought us to our lives. Guilt is not a gift, but having a guilty pleasure may be just what you need. I need to carve out my name in the history of Hueco Mundo, and with this invention no one will stop me now! BWAHAHAHA!!!

What's taking Roja so long to bring me a Coke? Well, Las Noches is a huge place, and knowing her she strayed off to play with another Arrancar her physical age. I at least had a blast throwing off some nitrogen to an army of pure hollows intending to blow up my building. Before those rats disintegrated they screamed gibberish such as "Dios... Dia... Kill... Every Arrancar". Foolish creatures, God is in my side and wouldn't lift a finger for lowlife scum such as pure hollows. Speaking of which, Gwen & Noira are still Adjuchas (I hate that fact) and seems they will be training for maximum five days. I hope those two see the light of feeling human once again.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 4
Well, Roja hasn't returned from her odyssey to the kitchen and my "Other Me" is asking me to let him out. That other facet of mine is called Kizer. I developed him while testing out many versions of the Guilt Pill, the sadness and madness accumulated on a region of my brain and he was born inside of me. He is a bit cruel and chaotically destructive; thankfully, I had a few chats with him and we both accorded to switch personalities when necessary (though I change to Kizer, the conscience remains the same and I still remember what I did as Kizer).

I had a surprise attack this morning (morning? in Hueco Mundo it's hard to tell the nightime from the day) from a subordinate of mine now arrancarized. Her name is Gwen, number 69 (:jk), she is more beautiful (the smartest blonde I ever seen) than when she was an adjuchas (and that's saying a lot, since pure adjuchas don't have a very powerful beauty). That beauty kinda makes you feel ashamed of your looks, which makes sense since her Zanpakuto is called "Vergüenza" (Spanish for "shame"). She is happy to see me and doesn't doubt following my orders, assisting me without question in my experiments. I'll keep it that way and I'll score a date with her! (:nuts) She seems to realize the existence of Kizer, but she accepts him despite his lustful attempts.

I hope Noira is training well alone in the dark desert, she seemed a little bit... close-minded and timid. I wouldn't be surprised if she got into a Gothic fashion as an arrancar. In the next entry I'll let Kizer take over and explain some things about his mind, but until I finish the Televisi Guilt Pill I won't write a thing.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 5
Hello there, in this journal entry Kiso decided to be a lazy bastard and handed out the work of writing to me. I'm not Gwen, Roja nor even less Noira since she is training her ass off in the desert (she better hurry, since the Numeros entry fee is nearly over... Fufufufu). I'm no other than Kizer, the evil alter-ego of Kiso Asupu.

In this issue of "Kizer's 15 Minutes of Power" I will unleash my wrath towards the world and rant/whine/bitch about every thing in this (after)life. Why do Shinigami claim to be the rulers of the entire universe with those nasty ideals of theirs, it certainly is sad, and when I get sad I get insane, and when I'm insane I go psycho, and when I go psycho I tear apart everyone who stands in my way. You don't want me to be sad, do you? :mad:

Roja is acting like a bitch once again, but as much as I try, she won't stop owning the hell out of me (yeah, the hell out of KIZER, Kiso has good reasons not to mess with her). Note to self, don't ever say to Roja to grow up and stop being so naïve and playing games, unless you want her sticking a test tube up your ass. Yeah! Laugh at me! I don't know ANYONE who has messed with Roja and returned with their pride in one piece! :yell

Gwen is a pretty smooth chick, one can only think poisonous thoughts near her. In reality, everytime I see her, my self-esteem gets chopped literally. She certainly lives up to her Zanpakuto's namesake ("Vergüenza", Spanish for "Shame", Japanese for "Disgrace Humiliated Soul").

Besides that, I get the urge of blowing shit up but Kiso would seal me in his brain for all eternity for ruining his lab. However, Kiso said I had the right to throw nuclear chemicals at any Hollow disturbing the peace of our room. Either that or send Roja to deal with them (which I would prefer, since that is a fate worse than death).

Oh, my quarter hour seems to be up. Take care, be happy and don't mess with Roja. Kizer out!

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 6
Did you love Kizer? I hope so, because I have to live with him on my nerves every single day. Today was finally the day when Noira arrancarized herself, and it was the day I finally awaited: my favorite trio came together!

I assembled the threesome to start practicing as Collective of Earth. This balance of personalities and techniques will make them powerful, the plans of building an army start with these ones. If I suceed, world domination is mine.

Since I don't want to bore anyone with my life stories, I will start saying that I successfully created and tested the Guilt Pill. It works fine, and to make things better I tried it with a needle. It works better with an hypothermical needle, actually.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 7
Sorry for the hiatus, I was too bored watching my newly installed VH1 channel. I gained an addiction for compilating all its Top 10s and countdowns, therefore I developed an obsessive-compulsive disorder. I simply hyperventilate when I miss any spot or a video is repeated on a single Top 100. I also earned the tendency to organize my test tubes and chemicals in perfect order, either from A to Z or according to shapes and sizes.

Gwen is constantly reminding me of science but I admitted to her, Noira, Roja and anyone who is reading this that I don't like scientifical trivialities very much. I thoroughly enjoy mixing acids and turning chemicals into psychedelics and dissociatives, so I can swallow a Happy Pill while listening to the Tears for Fears albums I bought yesterday at a CD Store in the human world. I simply opened a garganta, obtained some money and bought the records. No, I did not steal. I may be a little kleptomaniac but when it comes to moral issues and the law I have to restrain my magnetic hands.

Kizer's been lazy lately, I shouldn't be surprised. He is the incarnation of the Seven Deadly Sins after all, you should expect this guy to launch a Cero (and that's saying much since me and Kizer frankly suck at Cero blasts) without previous warning at any teenager who criticizes him or talks shit about him. I've noticed that Kizer (like me) has a tendency to attack teenagers or young adults which mock him repeatedly. I always related better with adults and elder men than with people my age, so that was passed on to Kizer's doubts at attacking the elderly. Since I have nothing else to do I might as well draw a psychedelic painting.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 8
The reason I didn't update this boredom of a diary is that I had a small misadventure in Las Noches. You see, while me and Roja were going to the kitchen (man... no wonder Roja took so much time, where the hell was that place located?) and we saw a huge Hollow which resembled my preferred insect: the PRAYING mantis and some sort of mindless weirdo with a wizardly attire. I was to tell on the Exequias but felt tired and went to sleep.

I took some of my favorite psychedelic: besides the Peyote, this is my favorite of them all: LSD. I overdosed on it and got into a weird vision. My purposes seem to be enlightened by a bit. I feel happy for once really! My empty stomach felt full for a while, this heartwarming welcome from a voice to the world of faith was pure gold.

About that Mantis Hollow, it seems to me that some Exequias tried to stick up their blades up his ass kill him. Killing is a sin, so the harvesters will go to hell. That Hollow better Arrancarize before it's too late. Wonder where he is. Oh, my VH1 Top 10 is starting! Gotta go! Good night and good fighting.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 9
OK, I got tired of the fake personality I tried to give this last week. Through a weird sequence on a Lysergic Acid Overdose, I was shown my true light and potential. I took a pilgrimage to the Vatican, met the Pope, I recieved a cross blessed by five archangels, and I finally found myself standing still in this Hollow World.

The Earths are doing fine, Roja abandoned those nasty pigtails and now wears her red hair in bangs. Gwen seems to have gotten stronger and Noira acted like a maid, since she organized my room like it was before. Too bad I grew out of VH1's Top 10 (maybe I'm still addicted... only a bit).

My true me is a sarcastic and cynical person, deal with it or hang yourself. I decided to completely become a man who thinks poorly of non-arrancars. That Hollow nearly cost me my life and if I see a pure hollow once again, I will bash him till death. Oh, believe in God, no wonder Hueco Mundo is so screwed up. By meeting many important Catholic figures, I realized science can interact with religion, and I will convert those heathens in Hueco Mundo and Soul Society into the faith of God. One subject I will convert into this beauty is Kizer, that freaking Satanist.

I'm going to converse a bit with the girls, containing my paraphiliac alter-ego (Kizer) from sucking their thumbs. May God bless you all, Peace Out.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 10
Hey! Want to know why the Caged Bird Sings? Me neither! I actually started preaching to a bunch of Pure Hollows and they really made me go nuts when they compared God to "Diablo". I quickly knocked them out and returned to my room to re-read the Exodus of the Bible.

Well, besides that, I trained with the trio these days. We four are really worthy of being Números. While I'm writing this there is a ruckus outside my room with many weird medics running to a certain area. One medic told me that the Cuarta Espada was in a comatose state due to injuries.

HA! He is the fourth most powerful Arrancar of this place! Like hell he'd been defeated that easily! He's a faithful follower of Dios (OOC: not Dios de Diablo, but God Himself) so he won't die! If he dies I swear I'm going to curse all day long to whatever murderer he encountered! His existence is extremely inspiring to me, before I pray every night I read out loud some poetry which I based on his awesomeness. If he really is in a bad state, I'll pray to God for his recovery and subsequent arising from the ashes.

Well, enough preaching and more poetry. I suspect Noira is emo, though she makes a point saying that emos are sad people looking a place in society. According to her, she is a Gothic. The Gothic subculture are not poseurs, they really love those dark things called Victorian poetry, vampires, etc. She writes nihilistic poetry too! I take notice that she hasn't had a home when human, living in the streets and spat upon by the people of her town. Anyways, she gave me permission to post some of her dark verses in this journal.

In the end, we will all be dust
What's the use living without wondering why
We exist in this desolate universe

Till the end of our lives
We walk and wonder about life and its outcomings
I've seen the afterlife, and it is empty and void
Hollow shell, living forever with an stigmata

An stigmata which is dying being killed
Naturally, things come to an end
If we live forever and all ends
Should I die being killed?


Now you understand her point of view. And this is the softest poem she has, because if I wrote her darkest lyrics, many people would be jumping off skyscrapers and Soul Society / Hueco Mundo would be overpopulated. Well, I'm going to do something important, see you later.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 11
OKAY, people. Gwen's gone to infiltrate another lab and Noira's becoming depressed for being here with me. I'm so lonely I already feel wrinkles growing on my already jaded face and wrinkles on my skin :devestated

You know, it's one of those days where you can't help but seeing the grass growing... it's more entertaining than you think so. Somehow I feel the need of narrating a flashback of my little emo pal on the block: Blacknife Noira, but since my seriousness level has sunk to the netherworld, I'm going to twist the story a bit:

It's a rejected girl from a community of bastards, greedy and full of crap. Though she practices heathen-ish stuff I don't promote in any way, she is at least an angel compared to that major :notrust... anyways, she got killed. She became a Hollow, burning her entire city in a graphical way, well deserving for a Psychological Thriller film. Too bad she ate all the corpses, to see the deceased corpse of the fat major with a miserable, woe-is-me face is the best of pleasures for me. She became an Adjuchas, met me, assembled a colony, Arrancarized, granted the #92 code... yeah, weird stuff.

I still got to explain why she has a Zanpakuto with a mind of its own. It's one of the greatest enigmas and may not have a correct answer. I assume her original powers were sealed inside the marionette and acquired a sadistic chararacter... frankly, I'm not surprised.

I'll update when something interesting happens, but for now, I'm going to test out new products.

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 12
Anyone else noticed why I am taking so long to update this yawnfest of a journal? Because I lack motivation, and motivation is brought on by a purpose. Seriously, why I am even writing this? No one's going to read it or something, now I feel like a lazy bum sitting on my couch scratching my balls belly. Gwen is taking too much time, Roja and Noira are playing weird games like Taroccini and Ouija while cursing random people I don't even care of. NOW, cursing is the root of all sin so naturally I had to ban those heretic games of the Devil from my consultory.

Why did I say "consultory" instead of "lab"? Because the Guilt Pill is already done and I don't even give a big shit if it works or not. Emotions are overrated, I'd rather overdose on LSD than inventing more weird crap. I'm no scientist, I am a guy who doses up his patients with mental retardness and other weird mental illnesses. Yeah, like that gargantuan Arrancar with personality problems that came into my lab a long time ago. I'll tell you this story from my point of view. Truth or dare, I don't care:

I was once again Fengshui-ing my room, with many absolute thoughts in my troubled mind. Then, a crazy bastard interrupted my tranquility and hit me with a Cero and destroyed some of my precious furniture!!! :mad:

I obviously got pissed off, you can castrate me if you wish, you can spit on me and I'll let it slide, but when you mess up the Feng Shui of my lab CONSULTORY (damn), Kiso Asupu will be on your ass before you know it.

Naturally, I started twitching a bit and used a Sonido to quickly amputate the fellow with my blade Histeria. The guy started roaring and I interrogated him. The conversation was literally like this:

- ME: Who are you, you son of a @#%$? And why are you ruining my beautiful order? Speak or I will make sure your crotch will be the place to sharpen my sword. (OMG, I'M SO COOL :D)

- IDIOT: Grarragghghghghgjh

- ME: "Grarragh" is not a correct answer. And I don't know why I said that if I'm not even making a contest! Now, speak COHERENTLY and COHESIVELY or I'll give you my poison.

- IDIOT: Gura... Gragor... Gigiga... Graargh

- ME: Don't you know how to answer properly? Game's over for you, bitch.

I took a pill and administered it on that Arrancar. His mental weakness made me see he was a failed Arrancar escaped from a lab. He seemed a bit brainless, so he must've been lobotomized before. I threw him out of Las Noches while reciting my favourite taunt and many, MANY Bible quotes.

REM

After that happened, Roja and Noira came with a teenager. He was an Arrancar as well, but due to his early age I assumed he was a prick. I was wrong, he referred to me as -sama. That gave me a huge megalomaniac nerve, I want to rule all that exists, BWAHAHAHA.

After discovering he was an Atheist, I doubted a bit about him but still decided to give him a treat for visiting Dr. Kiso. What treat? Train him, duh. I trained him like hell, sending Roja and Noira towards him. He could fend off Roja, but Estrés (Noira's doll and zanpakutou) was too much for him.

I decided to face him myself, and showed him Kizer. Kizer released and I had to fight against the newcomer (which I will refer to as R.E.M. I love the band, hooray). Through two strategical moves, we conquered him. He didn't know the Spanish name of his Zanpakutou, so I gave him a treat to live if he knew.

He remembered: his blade's name was Blood in Spanish (I won't tell you, go investigate yourselves). He released and looked like an awesome beast of the night. He passed the test with flying colors and had the powers of a Número.

Now, to be Número Vigésimo Tercero, he must contact Mircalla-sama. But not in my room! :devestated :zomg I poop myself when she appears suddenly out of nowhere... Since R.E.M. was so badass, I let him join my people. Since the Earth Collective is full, he can start working alone until two other dudes arrive.

Oh, I assigned a purpose to my loyal followers: spread justice as much as they can and make the Espada's name as pure as luster by showing off as the most powerful echelon of Números to scare the Shinigamis who lose against us since the Espadas are so much more than this.

...And I think that's it for now on. Remember, kids, one toothbrush a day keeps Kizer away from you. And you don't want him stalking you, do you?

[Superunknown]

ENTRY 13
'Sup, I had a crazy hour today. Besides meeting a new guy called Atlove, an atheistical and blasphemous Fracción and once again, the Primera Fracción Treble Vander. She looked at that Fracción like a queen and she looked like me like if I were trash! C'mon, my dignity is harmed once again! She tested Atlove and that guy seemed to become intangible, a nice ability indeed. Atlove dismissed me and Treble instructed him to follow her to Thonet's room.

I'll never forget what happened to me in that room. I shall recount the horrid pain-for-pleasure experience I received:

This plump Arrancar set me on a chair. Suddenly, he squeezed my testicles and whipped me until I started having visions. Naturally, Kizer's BSDM was useful there, but still...

Oh yeah, Rem became officially Número 23 and I'm so happy too! I helped him become less emo with few words. I instructed him to drink pills and leave to play with Roja and Noira. And I'm going to have a good time by myself testing out new medications by myself.

C-U-Later