A Nice, Sunny Day

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

When it came to infiltrating the Soul Society, there were few people as good at it as Myzaraphiston. The Septima had made it a regular habit to come into the Seireitei on a regular basis back when she had been just a mere Fraccion, and thus was rather used to the whole idea of traipsing in and out without too many worries. She had done so for quite some time now to gather test subjects for her various experiments into the field of a Hollow's progression as an Arrancar.

However, today, she wasn't there for anything quite like that. No, Myza was in the Soul Society for an entirely different reason: She was there to socialize. The female Arrancar had recently developed an alternate Gigai for herself, one that would function in the spiritual-based worlds easily and fully conceal the outward signs of her Hollow nature. On top of that, she was concealing her energy, thus ensuring that every obvious sign of her true nature was concealed from all but the most scrutinizing of observations.

And so, unbeknowst to everyone, the Septima was out and about, dressed in a simple light-blue Kimono in one of the more affluent portions of the Rukongai, simply going along and looking at the various shops. It was so fascinating how the Shinigami kept this place in the dark technologically compared to the Land of the Living. In fact, she was getting so caught up in her surroundings that she didn't notice stepping into the path of someone else, accidently bumping into them. The Espada jerked back in surprise, a faint twinge of anger passing over her face for a fraction of a second before being replaced by a slight smile. "Ah. Excuse me there. I believe I wasn't paying enough attention to what was going on around me. My apologies, dearie." Myza's voice was still her typical bubbly tone, one that just oozed sensuality with just the faintest trace of a Hispanic accent. "I'm sure you're fine, yes?"

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(OOC: This is my first Social thread, so here’s hoping it goes well.)

The residents of the Rokongai were milling about as the Vice Captain guided his way past them. The boy had to shift his body, this way and that, in order to keep from being shoved into; his small size (4’ 7”), as it were, was a liability in crowds. Even then, he still found himself pushed off to the sides and back as a few careless patrons would knock into him. Every time that happened, his annoyance would slowly stir and rise only to be checked by his sense of duty to protect. Normally, people would part for Kazuko whenever he passed through, but today, he was not wearing his Shinigami uniform or his Vice Captain Badge to signal his status. Forgoing his uniform in place for a simple, light-gray kimono did not seem to be the best idea that day.


As it were, it was his day off, and under advisement from his Captain, Kazuko had to “enjoy” himself today. While the request had seemed simple enough, the boy soon found that having “fun” was harder than he thought. Upon leaving the Seireitei, the Vice Captain realized he had nowhere particular he could go to. He didn’t normally go off into the Rokongai, and therefore had no knowledge of the district he was in. Without a mission or assignment to take care of, Kazuko was basically lost. So, without anything to do, he just walked around, taking in the fanciful sights and annoying residents. This was all the “fun” he could do.


It just so happened, as he was glancing at the ornamented shops and restaurants around, he accidentally knocked into someone. His lack of attention through him off balance, and he fell back with a THUD into a sitting position. For the umpteenth time, the boy found his irritation rise just as he picked himself back up, dusting himself off as he did so. That’s when he heard her voice. "Ah. Excuse me there. I believe I wasn't paying enough attention to what was going on around me. My apologies, dearie." Kazuko’s irritation faded away as he gazed upon the sight of the beautiful woman before him. His scowl was replaced with a look of embarrassment and shock. The young boy soon found himself blushing in her presence.


“N-no, f-forgive me,” Kazuko stammered, blushing, in a failed attempt to save face in front of the remarkable woman. “I-I wasn’t watching w-where I was going.” Already his face felt on fire as his stomach fluttered inside of him. "I'm sure you're fine, yes?" Without hesitation, he blurted out, “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Perfect actually. Umm, how about you, are you alright?” While Kazuko hated acting his age, he couldn’t help it at the moment. The small child of a Vice Captain felt himself going through feelings he normally never bothered with. He probably looked like a lost, flustered, child, an idea that had him panicking on the inside. Kazuko hoped he at least didn’t look a fool in front of the stranger.

(OOC: if it's not clear to anyone reading, Kazuko has a crush on Myza. His hormones and all that are acting up.)

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Welp, there was no doubt about it. This small "child" in front of her was definitely a Shinigami. His reiatsu had all of the signatures for it. Even more interesting to Myza was the fact that his reiatsu wasn't exactly what most people would call insignificant. However, before that really began to matter to Myza, she saw a little reaction that she hadn't been expecting from the Shinigami.

There would be a small moment of silence as Myza just stared at Kazuko for a moment. And then, suddenly, the disguised Arrancar went into a frenzy of activity, scooping up the boy and practically crushing him into a hug. "Oh my lord, you're just so adorable!!!!!" Kazuko would be able to tell that this woman was a hell of a lot stronger than she first looked. That is, if he could focus on that. You see, the way that Kazuko had been scooped up had pretty much ensured that he would be planted face-first into Myza's boobs, with one of her arms at the base of his neck forcing him to stay face-planted there. "I could just eat you up, you're so cute!" Her face broke out into a genuine smile, and a small giggle escaped from her throat.

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"Oh my lord, you're just so adorable!!!!!" When those words hit his ears, Kazuko nearly died of joy; his face lit up with a smile while his stomach did summersaults. Was he really this lucky? Before he could form his feelings into words, however, he was scooped hastily from his feet. “Hey, what are you…” Before he could finish his sentence, his voice became muffled inside the rift of her breasts. "I could just eat you up, you're so cute!" With his eyes covered by the cloth of her kimono, he was totally blind as to what was happening. Worse, after a few moments, he realized he couldn’t breath since his mouth and nose were completely covered. Before, all the excitement of her words and appearance had made him short of breath, so he now found himself in desperate need of oxygen. He needed to pull away.


Desperate to free himself and get air back into his lungs, he placed both his hands beside his head and found two soft mounds in which to use as leverage. With his hands clamped down tightly and secure; he tried desperately to pull away from whatever was suffocating him. To his surprise, however, the woman was far stronger than she appeared; in fact, she was much stronger than Kazuko in terms of strength. Nevertheless, he managed to pull his head back a few inches, thus allowing him to take in a mouthful of fresh air… and the sight of his hands squeezing both of her breasts. The Vice-Captain’s face, while red before, was now a deep shade of scarlet; his mouth fell open, as his eyes went wide. Immediately, the revelation dawned on him as to where his head had been tucked between and where his hands now were; his thoughts went into frenzy as he panicked once again… However, it was far too much for the boy to take in.


With a hushed sigh, his mind fell into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, while his head fell forward back onto her chest. Without any more resistance, he would once again be clamped against her body by her coiled arms. His body, as she would undoubtedly notice, would be limp and his arms would fall back down loosely to his sides. Fair to say, she would realize the lack of tension in his body and find that he was knocked out cold. Shaking him would do no good, as he was far too gone. More than likely, it would take some time to regain consciousness, probably an hour or so at the most if not sooner. The question was what would she do now that the Vice-Captain was unconscious?

[Kaen Youji]

"Ara ara. I didn't know you were that kind of person, Kazuko-san." A joking tone stated. Approaching the two was a young man. He had red-tinted black hair, which stuck straight up and forwards, and sky blue eyes. He was not particularly tall, only standing approximately 5'7 or 5'8. He was dressed in a white kimono, with the sleeves torn off raggedly. A flame design was emblazoned on his back. At a glance, one could tell the Kimono was expensive, and so it might have seemed abhorrent to some people that the individual wearing it would have torn it so carelessly. But that was Kaen. Shirking his highborn roots, to come and hang around with the commoners-- something his parents were not exactly happy about, but, as he no longer lived exclusively at home, there was little they could do to stop him anymore.

A particularly notable feature on him, was the cross-shaped scar on his right cheek. Beyond that, there would be almost no way of telling that this individual was a shinigami, save for, perhaps taking note of his reiatsu, which was significantly higher than anyone else around him. He wore an amiable expression, as he approached Myza and Kazuko. "I think you should put him down nee-chan, it seems you're a bit too much for him~" Kaen joked at Myza, speaking in an informal tone that would have shamed the kimono he wore.

Kaen scanned Myza curiously, noting that her complexion, not to mention the lack of dirt on her, did not match the average citizen of the Rukon district. But she did not appear to be of nobility either-- Kaen knew most of the noble families of Soul Society, by virtue of his position, as well as the majority of the members and there was nobody that looked quite like her. Which implied she was an outsider. However, no suspicion registered on Kaen's face, and he continued to speak amiably to the arrancar in disguise. "It looks like you're new around here. Need a tour?" Kaen asked her, half disregarding Kazuko.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

There would have been a moment of silence as Kazuko grabbed Myza's breasts to pry himself upwards, the Septima's face not really changing from its former beaming smile. In fact, the only obvious change was the look in her eyes. It was a look of sheer and absolute rage, one that would give a cold sensation to those who saw it. Undercover or not, when he went unconcious, Myza would have ripped him to bloody pieces right then and there.

Thankfully for the child-like Vice Captain, someone else intervened. Myza felt Kaen's energy, her eyes briefly flicking towards the Squad 7's second-in-command, the same cold, burning hatred within them for a fraction of a second, smile dropping some. She knew who this was. After all, distinctive appearance, general personality, his spiritual energy.... There was no doubt about it. This was Kaen Youji, the Squad 7 Vice Captain.

She spent a slight moment just simply looking him up and down, trying her best to gauge his intentions. The entire time, she was still holding on to Kazuko, her grip on him tight, but not yet threatening. Eventualy, she coughed slightly, roughly throwing the child-like Vice Captain to the ground. "Right, yes. I am a bit new around here, dearie. I wouldn't mind it in the least if you gave me a tour."

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Luckily, Kazuko was already unconscious by the time Kaen showed up and the woman gave him her death stare, so he was saved some measure of embarrassment from both parties. As Kaen and the woman conversed, the boy was still gangling in the woman’s embrace, perfectly oblivious to the tension in the air and words that were being thrown around. His breathing was soft and regular, and, little by little, the blood that had produced such a flare in his cheeks died down to little more than an ember. In his sleep, he could avoid the turmoil that plagued his mind while awake. Nonetheless, even as he was thrown roughly to the ground – which made a few patrons give the woman curious glances, since she just threw a kid in public – his sleep was not disturbed in the least bit. Instead, he curled into a ball, propped his forearm under his head, and continued to rest there on the dirt, shamelessly.


It would be obvious to both the woman and the Shinigami that Kazuko would be out of it for quite a bit of time. They could choose to leave him there, of course, and take their tour of the district, but then that would leave the boy at the mercy of anyone who happened to walk by. This could be good or bad, depending on how you looked at it; since the boy was a Vice-Captain and could be in danger left so defenseless. If they wanted to take him along, someone would have to carry him, it appeared. Whatever they chose to do, Kazuko would, underneath ever other breath, mutter in his sleep, “Beautiful… so beautiful…” Needless to say, his thoughts, even as he lay there unconscious, still revolved around one person. What would happen to Kazuko next depended on what the other two in his company decided to do with him; he was just along for the ride at this point in their encounter.

[Kaen Youji]

Kaen hardly missed the deathglare and raised an eyebrow. "So that's how it is, is it?" He mused to himself. He then shrugged and approached Myza. "Squad 7 Vice Captain, Kaen Youji." He said, giving a short bow to introduce himself. He reached down and lifted Kazuko up by the back of his shirt. "Seems you've already met Kazuko." He added.

"So, give you the full tour, huh?" Kaen confirmed. "Sure! You found a good district in Rukongai. This place has excellent tea shops!" He declared, with a wide grin on his face, starting through the crowds. His uniform caused others to give him a wider berth than others, so it wouldn't be hard for Myza to follow him. "But oh my. I didn't know Kazuko had such low constitution." He joked around. He seemed the kind of guy that didn't take much seriously, or if he did, didn't take it very seriously.

He heard Kazuko muttering in his sleep, and paused. For a moment he considered the sleeping Vice Captain. "Sorry, we'll have to delay the tour just a few seconds." He informed Myza. "But this is Squad 7's Speciality! Wake up slap!" Kaen declared, calling his attack, and smacking Kazuko across the cheek. "Wake up!" Slap. "Wake up!" Slap! It was pretty clear, Kaen was working on shocking Kazuko back into wakefulness, for better or worth for him.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza felt some of her tension leave her after Kaen spoke, the man basically confirming he didn't want to harm her at this point in time. She dipped into a small bow, the smile returning to her face. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Youji. But I think I'll have to pass on tea shops." The Septima grimaced some, a shiver running through her body as she began to follow Squad 7's Vice Captain. "There's someone I find less than tasteful who drinks it, so it somewhat ruins the drink for me."

It was about this time that Kazuko mumbled, causing the Septima to pause. She looked at him a moment, a quizzical expression on her face. What on Earth could he be so obsessed with? It certainly can't be with me. I mean, granted, I did have that loss of control there for a moment, but... He couldn't have developed an attachment to me so quickly. That would just be...

*Slap*

The sound would break Myza out of her thoughts real quick, and she finally noticed Kaen slapping Kazuko. She looked shocked for a moment, and quickly began to speak, going so quickly with it that she forgot to go with a more common language and slipping into Spanish. "Oh! No need for something like that, Mr. Youji! Yes, he may have been clutching onto my chest, but he doesn't need immediate punishment for it! Really, it's somewhat my fault for a temporary loss of control! And he's young and didn't know any better."

Myza stopped for a moment, then cleared her throat, composing herself again. Her next words would once again be in a familiar language "I mean. Why don't I just carry the boy for a bit? At least until he wakes up. After all, I'm partly responsible for his... condition." The Septima would begin blushing a little bit after saying this, even though a look of irritation was crossing her face. "Besides, he needs to be awake when I slap him. After all, one does not simply touch a woman's chest and get away with it without reprisal from her, no?"

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Kazuko was oblivious to both Kaen and the lady as he dreamed a restful dream in his unconscious state. His mind was peaceful; quiet and clear. For the most part, his thoughts were undisturbed, that is, until a resounding smack resonated through his world, shaking everything up. Was it an earthquake; was the world breaking apart? Those are the questions he said as in his dreams. There was nothing more to it. Even after the slap, Kazuko did not wake up. Maybe a little more, and it would be enough, but it would not take just one. The lady kindly stopped the despicable man from hurting Kazuko any further; she was an angel. Kaen had just slapped a kid in public, while he was sleeping no less, so it was apparent that he had just done something wrong. Even if he was a Vice-Captain, the boy had no identifying marks or pieces on him, so he was just another boy from the Rokongai to everyone else. Kaen, on the other hand, was an adult, so he had that against him. Thankfully, the evil man had paused his attacks on the boy, so the sleeping Kazuko was rather content. He began to murmur again, gibberish for the most part, but words like “angel” “beautiful” and “love” could be discerned at intervals.

[Kaen Youji]

"Is that so?" Kaen asked, at Myza's comment about not liking tea. "I find it's excellent. Something you can drink on the job without impairment. Well, if that is the case, what do you prefer?" He queried Myza, as he passed Kazuko over to her, at her request. He grinned at her comments, combined with the blush. "Ara ara. A tsundere? That's cute." He teased, Myza. "Well then, let's begin shall we?" He suggested.

Kaen moved at a leisurely stroll, hands at his sides, and whistling a happy little tune as they moved along. "Well, to be honest I mainly come through this area of Rukongai for the tea. They also have a nice place for sushi. Kinda surprising, but there you go. The takoyaki they serve there's just plain awesome." He commented. "To be totally honest, this district's rarely any trouble. Nice place, but a bit of a boring place to be posted for patrol." He remarked.

As he walked, he glanced in Myza's direction frequently, to make sure she was keeping up, and that Kazuko was still unconscious. "Perhaps alcohol's more your thing? That's a few districts down before the first half-decent area for that. But we can head in that direction if you'd like." He informed her, and gave a smirk. "I don't mind a drink once in awhile, especially in such fine company." He remarked. Like the way he fought, Kaen was a fairly flexible individual in most social circumstances.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

The Septima appeared... confused by what Kaen was saying when he brought up that Myza must be a tsundere. "You'll have to forgive me, dearie. My vocabulary with most languages that aren't my mother tongue or English are somewhat lacking. I don't often find myself in situations where I need to know other tongues. What's this tsundere thing you're speaking of? And is it a good or bad thing?"

She would pick up Kazuko after that, bringing the child-like Shinigami up and over he shoulder with absolutely no problem at all. Hell, there wasn't even so much as a hint of effort on her part there. It hadn't even crossed the Septima's mind that most individuals wouldn't be able to lug around a limp 90-something pound child like it was no problem. After all, it wasn't as if most Arrancar knew that most individuals in the Soul Society were by and large far weaker than your average Hollow.

Still, despite this admittedly odd performance, Myza would continue to speak with Kaen as they walked, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Forgive me again. I don't get much in the variety of food either. I don't believe I've heard anything about any of the things you are talking about. Barring the alcohol, of course. I'm certain that everyone's heard of that."

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(OOC: Mmm, Kaen or Myza can continue with their conversation. Kazuko is still out cold, and making another dreaming post would be silly. He'll wake up in a few posts so, yeah.)

[Kaen Youji]

"Ah! You're much newer than I thought! Well then allow me to take the one who seems to have captured the heart of one of our Vice Captains out." He suggested, maintaining that broad grin, and made for a nearby building, with a large sign out front, and the image of a sushi roll. "Actually used to take my predecessor out here for sushi. She liked the Spicy Tuna rolls here. Well, I took her here when I lost a bet or whatever, anyways." He continued to inform Myza, opening the door. "Now I don't come here as often. No real reason to. But today? Ah, I'll make an exception."

Inside the establishment was fairly busy, but there were still a number of open tables, and Kaen settled himself into one in the corner, somewhat separate from the other tables, gesturing to Myza to follow suit. "I imagine you'll be attracting a fair few glances, so it's only fair to keep you a little distant from the common guys. You're clearly outta the league of anyone here~" Kaen teased her. "So please take a seat. I can explain anything you like about Soul Society-- that's where you are by the way. How long ago was it you died? Must be real recent, if you've never heard of sushi." He informed her, pushing out a seat at the table for her and Kazuko.

Indeed, Myza was attracting more than a few glances, but a glare from Kaen, swiftly sent those doing so back to their drinks. Lewd or lustful as some of the men might have been here, nobody there was foolish enough to get in the business of a shinigami. This wasn't the Zaraki district, where there might have been someone fool enough, drunk enough or desperate enough to attack a shinigami. People here were pretty peaceful. As Kaen had thought earlier, a very dull place to have to patrol. Everyone here minded their own business, making this an almost problem-free district.

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Slowly, his eyelids, though droopy, opened slightly, allowing the light from the building to peek on through. Kazuko didn’t realize where he was, at first, and his mind was all but a blur. However, after a few seconds, his vision cleared somewhat, and then came the sight of faces, tables, plates, as well as other such things. What was strange though, as clarity soon took providence, was that the person sitting on the other side of the table looked a lot like Kaen. Squinting, Kazuko stared at him for a few seconds before he realized he was in fact the Squad Seven Vice-Captain. Kazuko stammered, still confused, “K-Kaen? What are you doing here? Wait, where are we anyway? Is this some kind of joke, because if it is…” The boy reached over his shoulder, clutching air where his zanpakuto hilt would normally be… crap, he left it back in the Barracks.


Agitation at Kaen, however, soon turned into rosy embarrassment as the boy realized whom he was sitting next to. More importantly, he remembered what had happened that had put him to sleep in the first place… Stammering an apology and a greeting at the same time, Kazuko said to the woman, “Umm, hi there again! Oh, wait, I mean sorry Miss! I didn’t mean to… well, you know – Wait! That’s not what I meant! I was trying to excuse myself for earlier; not that I did it on purpose, of course – Umm, not that I wouldn’t want to – Wait! I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant that you’re so very pretty. Oh no, am I staring? I am aren’t I? Still, I’m sorry; really sorry…” With his face a stark red, Kazuko jumped up from the seat, trying to save face and not make things worse for himself. “Um, how about I get us some food, or drinks then? What would you two like?"


Realizing that Kaen was still there, the boy shot the other Vice-Captain a resentful glare… he had seen Kazuko fumbling around for words and losing his cool. Plus, he looked like he was enjoying the boy what with all his embarrassment, stammering, and his new crush unnerving him so much. Maybe it was time for them to have another spar? A nice... uneventful... "accident" free spar... With mischief on his mind, Kazuko, taking whatever orders, if any, that the others wanted, would walk over to the counter to give their orders and ask for them brought to their table. For himself, the boy ordered a small bowl of ramen and some water; unfortunately, candy, ice cream, and coffee were off the menu here, so he had to improvise. On his way back to their table, however, the boy noticed how some of the men there were looking at the beautiful woman. Kaen had done his part and intimidated them back to eating their meals… but Kazuko, fueled by his childish temper and rolling emotions needed an outlet.


Right as he sat down, he gave his finger a quick flick, backward, aimed at one of the tables that had been looking at the lady he had a crush on. With the flick, the boy had mentally cast a Sho; the spell had a tiny fraction of its full power, but even then, it sent dishes and cups on their table flying backward, spilling their contents on them. Making sure to keep sit down in that moment, Kazuko looked over to Kaen, bringing his finger to his mouth. Ssshhhhh. With the direction he was sitting in, and the fact his senses were as keen as they were, he, at least would be able to see the whole scene transpire. The Vice-Captain of Squad Nine did not need his peer saying anything to the beautiful woman about Kazuko’s childish actions… Even as the men at the table, confused and flustered as they were, sulked outside to get themselves cleaned off, Kazuko could not help grinning through the whole thing.