Torture & Mercy Aimo vs. Akeru (NDE,R,TP)

Aimo had come to the human world once again searching for peace and quiet. He wanted an escape from the screaming white walls of Las Noches. He wanted somewhere where the swarms of sand wouldn’t pinch him or whisper things into his ears. Somewhere where the moon didn’t threaten to fall on him or the stares of others burned him. Aimo was the insane fraccion belonging to Heuco Mundo’s own Noveno espada Asuka Hitotoki. It was a good thing that she was his superior too, because Asuka was just about the only arrancar that Aimo listened to and truly obeyed. To him there was no superiors or subordinates. There was no espada or fraccion and soul reapers surely didn’t exist. He understood that all of Las Noches was an organized group, but the concept of any hierarchy completely escaped the oblivious fraccion. He didn’t know what their purpose was or what they were supposed to be doing, but as long as he did what Asuka told him, he felt secure.

On this day in particular though, Aimo was feeling very on edge. He had been lying in the middle of a sidewalk when a jogger tripped over him and looked right in his direction. This set the fraccion off immediately as he leapt up and jammed his zanpakutou into the person’s gut before they knew what was going on. People weren’t supposed to see him while he was here, and the very fact that the jogger noticed his presence was enough to send Aimo into full on panic mode. Killing the jogger attracted the attention of others. More eyes looked in his direction and he felt even more backed into a corner. The fraccion fixed this by killing anyone who saw him, or looked in his direction. This soon lead to another of Aimo’s uncontrollable killing sprees as he simply ran from person to person, hacking them to bits, screaming as he did.

“Mmmmm NO! Mmmmm NO! Mmmmm NO!” he said as he cut down each person, “I can’t handle this, but I can handle anything else. It’s my own mistake it’s based on me and not on my grave...” Drool fell from Aimo’s mouth as he caught up to a fleeing 10-year-old and jammed his bladed fist through her torso. “No... Don’t...” he whispered as he lifted her bloody corpse up to his lips, “Don’t... um... CONSTRUCT OBSTRUCTIONS OF INFLECTION DIRECTIONS! Hm? I can’t hear what you’re saying... saying... saying...” Aimo lifted the little girl’s corpse to his mouth and bit down on her hair. With glazed eyes Aimo began chewing on the corpse’s black hair.

It was at that point that Aimo heard a voice. “Light, Glorious...” said Akeru from on top of a nearby building. Aimo looked up to see the robed figure looking at him as the little girl hung limply by her hair held in Aimo’s mouth. Akeru would see bodies lying everywhere as blood covered the fraccion’s long sleeves and pant legs. It looked like all of Aimo’s clothes were many sizes too big for him, but it didn’t seem like the fraccion cared. In fact, it didn’t look like Aimo cared about much of anything right now as he simply stared up at the glowing sword with a blank expression. The fraccion didn’t know what to think other than “Shiny.” In the fraccion’s right hand, Akeru would see a bladed knuckle-weapons with a skull emblem on it. The weapon was bloody due to all the people Aimo had slain. It was clear that he didn’t have good intentions in the human world anymore.

Aimo looked up at Akeru who was standing on top of the nearby building. The other person’s intentions weren’t clear as a line of drool fell from the fraccion’s mouth and onto the girl in his mouth. Aimo merely stared up at the soul reaper with unblinking eyes, curious and innocent as to what the shinigami would do next. “Ung?” asked Aimo as he cocked his head to the side. But the arrancar’s questioning grunt would be ignored by Akeru as he disappeared with a Kyakko. As soon as the shinigami disappeared the fraccion seemed to forget about him. Akeru dropped off his radar and he wasn’t even considered anymore as Aimo turned to go about his other business. After all, what he couldn’t see couldn’t exist, right?

Wrong! Aimo immediately received a sword strike through his torso from behind. The shinigami had transported himself while invisible directly behind him and had thrust his shining sword through Aimo’s body. Unfortunately for Akeru due to his amateur knowledge of human physiology, he forgot to account for Aimo’s ribs which acted as a natural defense for his lungs, heart, and other important organs, so as his sword came directly through Aimo it glanced off one of the arrancar’s ribs and missed Aimo’s lung by mere centimeters, instead passing right over his liver. Needless to say, this was still a serious injury and Aimo would bleed to death soon if something wasn’t done. The fraccion was so surprised as he immediately fell forwards off of the blade, coughing up blood onto the ground.

Aimo felt no pain, but he was scared. He didn’t understand what had just happened but knew that he was in danger. The way he was right now, Aimo was sure that he couldn’t handle the situation at hand. At was clear what had to be done. “T-t-Tear it up!!! Garrador!!!” shouted the fraccion, zanpakutou in hand. Before Akeru’s eyes the fraccion would begin to grow. The loose clothing that he was wearing tore underneath his body’s sudden, rapid growth and he was left only with tight pants covering his lower half. On each hand was a set of three, long claws curved at the end so that Aimo could hook his prey with them. On the Aimo’s head was a metal helmet possessing only eye holes. Chain-mail covered his neck, part of his shoulders, part of his back and chest as he stood up. However, the most noticeable difference was Aimo’s sheer size and the immense increase in muscle mass. The fraccion now towered over Akeru nearly threefold and was much wider across than Akeru was tall. The shinigami would also notice that his stab wound had been sealed shut.

Aimo stared down at Akeru with wide, completely black eyes for a moment as the kidou dissipated, and then a noise so terrifying began emitting from the fraccion’s mouth.



The raspy noise filled the area as it was filtered through Aimo’s metallic metal mask. After Aimo was done though, he made his move. Instantly the fraccion pushed off the ground, which created a huge crater as a result, and propelled himself directly at Akeru, bringing both his claws down in a downwards swing. This would be impossible for Akeru to block no matter how strong his kidou was. In fact, the only way he’d be able to avoid was with a flash step considering how wide of an area Aimo was smashing and how equal they were in speed. But Aimo would not plan ahead of anything. Even if a shunpo could be expected, there was no way that Aimo would plan for it. He fought one move at a time. Often there was no relation between one action and another. He simply reacted to what he saw. But there was also the issue of Aimo's aura. Since Aimo had released his frightening aura was surrounding Akeru. The shinigami would feel it and be terrified. There was simply no other reaction to seeing Aimo's release that Akeru would have been capable of.

Reiatsu Remaining: 600
Resurreccion: 1/16

Aimo was now completely able to see Akeru in the air as he released his shikai. The shinigami gained a strange mask over his face as the release let off a bright, attention-drawing light. The shinigami still held his strange-looking sword and held it in front of him as a countermeasure against the fraccion. Aimo now matched Akeru’s speed and completely dwarfed him in both strength and reiatsu strength. As Akeru tried to back away from the fraccion, Aimo would use a sonido and prevent that from happening. Appearing right behind the shinigami, Aimo brought his arms down, smashing the shinigami with enough force to punch through five feet of tempered steel. If Akeru got hit with this attack, then it would put a swift end to the fight.

Akeru, being a kidou user, would be hard pressed to react. It didn’t matter if you were the fastest speaker on the planet or bypassed the use of words. It would always take longer to mentally select the right technique to use among an entire arsenal for any given situation then it would to physically react. That was a cold, hard fact that Akeru would not be able to avoid. With them possessing the same speed, Akeru would need to control the pace of the fight rather then Aimo. If he relied on reacting on countering Aimo’s offense, then he would lose, plain and simple. He needed to avoid Aimo’s attack and use his superior intellect to his advantage here.

It should have been clear the shinigami that Aimo was indeed powerful, however, what Akeru wouldn’t know is just how strong the fraccion’s hierro was. He did not possess a very impressive level of energy sensory and would probably not be aware just how durable to arrancar was. This lack of knowledge would likely lead to him hitting the arrancar with attacks that were underpowered and unable to hurt him. No one with the knowledge that Akeru currently possessed would immediately try to hit him with their full strength. Such a stupid decision would get him killed. No, he would have to find ways to test just how tough Aimo was before he could properly fight him.

Aimo, on the other hand, threw the thinking aspect to fighting right out the window. After he finished his downwards swing, assuming Akeru avoided it, Aimo used yet another sonido to bring him over Akeru. Suddenly, five hundred, six-foot long spikes shot out of the fraccion’s body at bala speeds and would pierce Akeru’s body from above as the huge arrancar fell on him, attempting to crush the shinigami with his immense weight and power. Aimo was not letting up on the non-stop offense easily. He was a monster, and a hyper-aggressive one at that. Akeru would find that maybe he wasn’t yet strong enough to deal with such an brutal, barbaric offense that hugely outclassed him.

Remaining Reiatsu: 600 (-200 after release)
Resurreccion: 2/16

OOC: I'm getting into this bet as well. 10,000 on Aimo.