The Devil's Kin [NDE] PG-13 [Invite Only]

OoC: Win! o3o

The night’s ballad of cricket chirps and howl hoots is a beautiful thing. It was calm, serene, and oh so inviting. But all predators have their tempting bait, do they not? The night, despite its astounding loveliness, was a beast of monstrous proportions. It harbored and nurtured the wickedest of beings. From the slimy conman to the twisted murderer, each hid in the veil of night. Each waits for a glittering being of innocence and purity to stumble curiously into the night’s mysterious realm. Then, with ingenious trickery or mighty force, they take advantage of the foolish adventurer. Thus was the night’s story…or at least the tale children were told. For, was it not true that the day held all these things as well? The conmen and killers did not disappear at sunrise, right? They still existed, merely blending into society more discreetly. But still, people run from a stranger at night far more easily then they would during the day. Why, you may ask? For people do not understand the nighttime. It is dark, and so one cannot see what is or is not there. The dark is unknown, and people fear what they do not know. And not only do they fear it, they despise it. Hate and ridicule, it is all the uncertain receive. That was why she Nami had kept this secret so long. She did was unknown and uncertain, and thus, would be hated and ridiculed if anyone knew. Thus the reason Nami stalked the nighttime so loyally. For she and the entity held so much in common. Both being so terribly, terribly misunderstood…

This wait seemed to last far longer than the previous one had. Perhaps even longer by tenfold! Nami was certain that it only seemed that way, but still, it made her far more nervous and anxious than the other pause had. Shade Kawada…he knew her secret now. He held her fate in his hands. Would he spare her the fate of death? He had when he discovered she had killed a man to feed her sword. But Shade obviously did the same thing often, so it might just have been out of sympathizing with her. Would the taller spirit choose to turn her in? Certainly he had no reason not to! The two were not friends, and certainly weren’t acquainted very well. If Shade did hand her off, not only would he be awarded handsomely, but he would also get what he truly wanted, a promotion. Nami bit her lip and continued to stare straight into Shade’s inept eyes with a great intensity. She became a little confused as his gaze left hers and turned to the night sky’s blanket of stars. What was he thinking…?

Suddenly, something strange and unusual happened. The veins on Shade’s right arm changed in appearance rather drastically. His veins…they were bulging from his flesh so prominently? Not only that, but the bulging veins were travelling up the appendage at an alarming rate. Nami’s ocher eyes followed the oddity closely until it snaked under Shade’s apparel. She was quick to check his other arm for the same symptom, but it seemed not to be affected. The woman looked back to Shade’s face, but was drawn back to find the veins there, too, had bulged considerably. Not only that…but the look in his eyes. No longer did Shade look to her with no feeling or care, no, now he looked to her with much scarier eyes. Hunger, insanity…the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. Nami drew back slightly, realizing that he could be contemplating to kill her. Was this how her victims felt? Surely it must have been. The fear only grew more severe when a very familiar face tainted Shade’s calm expression. That face…so greedy and twisted. It was the face that she held when she lost control of herself, and also the face her accursed Zanpakutou when he cared for nothing other than food. It was the face of a monster…

“We will accept your offer Lieutenant Ketsueki…but if you take any of my delicious blood, you cannibalistic bitch, I will kill you...,”

“…K-Kawada?”[/b]

Nami’s asked nervously. That was not the monotone voice of the man she knew to inhabit the form before her. It was raspy and hard, oh-so fitting for the current appearance of the man. But, the voice was not the most nerve wrecking factor of the moment. Shade…had he said ‘we’ would accept the offer? Perhaps she was had just imagined it an-…no, he had said it. Something was wrong with Shade, something strange and something undeniably evil. Nami hastily reexamined the male. The veins had started on his right hand, and that had tightly wrapped around his sword when all this began. Certainly that weapon had something to do with this? But what could it possibly? What could his sword have done to make Shade say-…that’s when it struck Nami. Something had not made Shade say what he did. Someone had possessed Shade and said it itself, and that something resided within that sword. That meant only one thing. Buraindo Kira had controlled Shade at that moment. She had spoken to the blood-thirsty beast that leeched from the taller spirit. The Shinigami blinked. Was that a good thing…or a bad thing?

“As for you, you pathetic excuse for a Zanpakutou... I hope you understand your role in this partnership...”

Was he addressing her Zanpakutou? Ah, it truly had to be that blood sucking spirit, not Shade. She was one hundred percent sure now. The spirit looked to her blade, listening as he chuckled. No, Buraindo Kira or Shade could not hear it, but Tezcatlipoca was cracking the hell up. It was as if he was moments from pissing himself, and that unnerved her terribly. How could he be so amused by this situation? Ah, he truly was a sick fuck by every standard. Polite, suave, and bat shit crazy. It sounded like some horror film villain from the human world, one infamously known for his comment on human flesh and fava beans. The female shinigami looked back at Shade-…er, the Zanpakuto spirit as it squatted down next to her blade. The spirit’s breath fogged the blade, drawing a cough from Tezcatlipoca.

“Oh, his breath is just dreadful…,”

Nami had a hard time believing that. Shade was too meticulous looking to have bad breath. Unless, of course, being possessed could instantly change the way you smelled…

“You and your master are subservient to me from this hour onwards….I am in control! I am the master! Me! Buraindo Kira!”

“How amusing!”

Her Zanpakutou stated, voice drawing out the word amusing until it was strained. Shade and his spirit could not hear the skeleton-ized Zanpakutou, though Nami could hear the strange comments loud and clear, though she truly didn’t care to listen to them. The woman was to wrapped up in thought. So she was now supposed to obey the san-seki and his blade? It was ridiculous, but it would have to do. She’d find out how to escape the situation soon enough. But until then, she’d have to be their loyal servant. Her stomach twisted and the woman clamped her eyes shut. Even though her brain screamed and revolted, the blue-haired shinigami gave a nod. Then, all of a sudden, Shade returned to normal. He grunted and retreated quickly, drawing a sigh from Nami. The woman reluctantly stated,

“Good bye…Kawada-san….,”

He was far now, leaving Nami to her thoughts. She was silent. The woman watched the man as he grew smaller and smaller, only looking away once he had disappeared over the horizon. She was quick to note he had left the carcass and sighed. The woman lifted the corpse, her arms having not been damaged in her fall. Nami stopped, however, when a sharp pain spread throughout her chest. Broken ribs, no doubt. The adrenaline had most likely allowed her to block out the pain till now. But that hormone was gone now, and she was left with the pain and the carcass from her kill. Nami grunted, ignoring the pain and lifting the body from the floor. She looked around rather rabidly, looking for a place to stash the body. A garbage can was only a few meters away. She sighed deeply and managed to lift herself. It was so painful, but she’d power through it. Much time passed, but she got to her destination and stashed the body. But that was the easy part…now she had to get to the Fourth Division. Nami looked out to the street before her. This would, no doubt, be a long night…