A Quiet Night - [NDE Training - Shizuka / Takashi]

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Rating: R [To be safe]
Type: NDE Training
Setting: This thread will start off in a coffee shop / book store type of area. The location is unspecified as of yet, seems to be an American country. The characters may interact and things will progress from there. Hollow activity had been sighted here as of recent as well. However, it is a very quiet night as of yet, snowing lightly and just a quiet night.

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Snow lightly fell upon the city in the darkness of the night. However, there was still an aura about the sky which still end light. Street lights illuminated the side walks as cars rushed by. It was a typical Friday night in what seemed to be a downtown type of area. The snow had fallen heavily but the streets were clean. However, it seemed the dance of snowflakes had begun once again. Thousands of small white flakes danced about as they fell to the ground, landing gently upon the ground. In the midst of all this chaos was a small bookstore with two floors. On the top floor there was a sign which said "Coffee". Tables were laid out and it was relatively quiet and empty, a few people here and there. Sitting among the crowd was a white haired male, appearing in his mid twenties. He had long white hair which was tied in the back; a pony tail hanging behind him. His bangs loosely hung down from the side of his face. He wore black glasses which hid some of his facial features but still focused others upon his eyes. They were colored like blue diamonds, said to be the most beautiful in all of Soul Society.

He was wearing a blue colored long sleeves shirt which hugged close to his body; a nice pair of fitted blue jeans to bat and a sleek black belt with a metallic silver buckle. He had one leg folded, his ankle resting a top of his right knee. With his right hand, he held up a book which was detailing some sort of mechanical theory; though it was unknown to those in the human world. It was actually on Garganta transport and other such mechanical fixations. His left hand was wrapped around his body, attempting to keep warm. In front of the white hair man was a cup of coffee that had a soft swirling white cream a top of it. A plate was set to the right which held a larger cookie with M&M like decorations imbedded in them; a bite taken out of it. The man sat rather casually, reading his book in his gigai state, flipping through the pages for now. It had been a quiet night and perhaps one who knew who he was would ask...what was he even doing here?

The man was actually looking for someone or something. He had found a great deal of information as he had researched with Azumi. He had all of her data backed up just in case something happened to it. In his free time, he was able to siphon through details and such of the information. What he found was rather intriguing and he was on the search for something. This area seemed as good as any to try to find out what he was searching for. In the mean time, he made sure to continue reading his book; hoping something interesting would happen. Occasionally however, his eyes would glance out at the window to this right, watching the snowflakes falling and the people passing by. He liked being someone who was observing, it made him feel less pressured and more at ease; nights like this were rare indeed.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

It was cold, that's for sure. A bit too cold for her liking. In fact, she came here to escape the cold weather in Japan and thought that it would be significantly warmer than it actually was. She was wrong. Since it was too chilly for her usual clothes and she absolutely detested the colder weather, she wore a longer parka with the hood placed over her head. Underneath the coat was a white long-sleeved shirt with a large, hidden star on the back. The star was outlined in a bright, metallic silver and filled in with purple. She was also wearing dark denim skinny jeans with brown leather boots that reached up to her knees. These boots were made by Michael Kors, which means she would obviously put them on to show the world. The other small accessories she had on included some pearl earrings with small diamond studs in the second holes behind the pearls and one opal earring in her last ear piercing on the upper curve of her left ear. She wore no bracelets or necklaces because she felt they added a level of fanciness that she was not quite trying to go after. Aside from those, she carried a bag which held her necessities: chap stick, wallet and money, cell phone, and, of course, her golden Roberto Cavalli heels. Luckily, her bag was just an average medium size so it hid the bulkiness of the shoes, leaving her just looking fashionable. It was just too cold for sandals.

Walking along the side of the street, the young blonde woman was looking for some place that could keep her warm after a long day of doing typical touristy things. She was not seeing many options and hoped something would come along, but she was running out of road. Quickly making a decision, she let herself inside of a book store that housed a coffee shop and shook slightly to get some of the snow off her coat, and then shuffled her feet along the carpet. It was amazing how much it snowed in New Jersey during the winter time, but it made sense. It was part of the north east, meaning it got incredibly cold outside. It seemed like a wealthy town, but she remembered hearing something about how Rumson was one of the wealthiest towns in New Jersey. The real estate alone was absolutely incredible because even the small houses looked more expensive than some of the houses she had seen in other parts of North America. Even this book store's cafe looked like it would charge her one hundred dollars for a coffee. She didn't even like coffee! So instead, she walked up to the register and took out her wallet with some American money. After scanning over the menu above the cashier, she noticed that a chai tea latte was available and ordered it. After she paid and picked up her drink, she turned around and tried finding a place to sit down.

There was a huge selection of seats. It was almost crazy how little people were around, but she thought nothing of it. She did her usual thing and started immediately judging people as if it would help her make a decision on where to sit, hoping to be far away from the weirdest person. It was strange, though. She felt something that seemed a little off, but she wasn't sure why. Ignoring her feeling, she glanced around to find a young looking man sitting at a table by himself. As one who almost always avoids talking to strangers if she does not have to, she almost considered skipping over him and sitting elsewhere. He just seemed so lonely and it made her almost feel bad for him, like he needed a friend and was somehow reaching out for her. He seemed like that one kid at lunch who sits alone because he has no friends, and that made her heart melt. He seemed busy though. Should she even try to talk to him? She didn't want to interrupt, and maybe he would just hate her. She didn't want anyone to hate her! She had never met this guy and he was already going to think she was weird. She could always use some charm on him or something just to get him to forget about how horribly awkward she is, but then that would still mean talking to him!

Retreat. Just retreat. Everything will be fine if she retreats, right? Yeah. Actually, shoot. She was standing there for too long. He might have already noticed her by now, which would make everything so much worse. Ugh, why did she have to be so awkward? She hated it. She really did give blondes a bad name, even if she wasn't naturally blonde! Something was so wrong with her. This was unacceptable behavior for a lady. To make it all worse, she didn't even think she could muster up any courage to talk to him if she needed to, which meant this whole encounter was one big screw up. She just wanted something warm to drink and to get out of the cold! She did not want to talk to anyone right now. She just needed some peace and quiet. But now, instead of that, she was just making matters worse. He definitely could tell something was up, though. She didn't want him to think she was staring at him on purpose even though she totally was, but it was too late. He definitely noticed her. Well, of course he did. She was already somehow at his table. She must have subconsciously walked to him while internally freaking out!

Oh god. "Um, hello! Uh. . . Right, so, um, is anybody sitting here?"

Nailed it. Smooth as silk. He totally thinks I'm weird. . .

[Takashi Kuchiki]

The white haired man brought his left hand out from being wrapped around his body. He grasped the side of the page as his eyes slowly scanned the edge of the text. It was human instinct he supposed, he wasn't sure why he was grasping at the edge of the page, ready to turn it at a moments notice. However, he wouldn't stop himself from doing so. He felt an odd satisfaction as he was reading and he made the smooth transition from the last word to the next page. He let out a soft sigh as he continued mentally reading, it was quite relaxing. A few moments had passed and out of his peripheral vision, he noticed someone had make their way towards the register. He didn't pay too much attention, it just seemed a bit odd. This girl was an attractive woman seemingly here by herself. Perhaps she was waiting for someone, that was probably it. There was something odd about her though, he felt something spiritual about her. He sure hoped it wasn't someone else who was trying to kill him; that was really getting old.

He allowed himself to continue reading. Instead of facing her or putting too much attention to it, he looked out the window. The snow was dancing all around now. He loved looking at the lights and the cars passing by. It was sweet to see people still walking around or seeing people from the windows. It was nice to be in an environment that was actually calm for once. He raised his hand to readjust his glasses. turning back, he made sure to wrap his left hand around his body a moment, bringing his attention to the book. However, he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. If his peripheral vision was correct, the girl was staring at him; God, not another assassination attempt. He blinked turning slightly to see if she was looking at him. He turned slightly to see- yep...yeah she was staring really awkwardly, it seemed like she was waiting for something. His blue diamond like eyes fixated upon her for just a second before looking back at the book.

Well this was quite awkward. However, he figured perhaps she had made some mistake. Perhaps she had thought he was someone that she knew; hell, maybe she was on a blind date here, who knew. He made sure to keep reading. However, the nagging feeling that he was being watched wouldn't go away. He felt something really strange, still present upon his side view. He looked again to see the same girl still standing awkwardly like she was trying to make a decision...was she possessed? Seriously, what the hell was going on. The worst part about all of this was that Takashi sucked at making facial expressions. His expression was always seemingly bored or disinterested; detached from what was going on. It wasn't that he chose to have it that way, rather, it was due to childhood trauma. Because of this, Takashi's expression seemed to be the same disinterested, bored, and calm expression.

This came into play as the girl finally decided to make her move. Takashi slowly lowered his book, turning fully to face her. She asked if anyone was sitting there, well that was interesting. It wasn't apart of social custom generally to engage in conversation with strangers was it? Takashi honestly hadn't had this happen to him before...odd. It was interesting however so he decided he would speak. He looked at her as bored as ever, his eyes half open. "There is no one sitting there no. If you wish, can may sit there". He said to her offering her the seat. He assumed she would sit down, given the fact that she asked for the seat. He waited for her to sit, seeing what she would do as he read. However, something within him decided that this wasn't really according to social custom. He cleared his throat a moment before folding the book and setting it down. This was really awkward that was for sure.

Instead, Takashi decided to make light of the situation. He folded the book and set it down, making sure to set his bookmark where he had intended it to be. His beautiful blue eyes gazed upon her, unsure of just why she had sat here. He decided he may as well speak to her, it had been quite some time since someone wasn't trying to kill him. However, she could very well be another person to attempt to do this; honestly, he hadn't sent a female before. He was cautious, but still was open to speaking to someone. It had honestly been quite lonely in Las Noches and Hueco Mundo. Ever since he had left Soul Society, his life was constant battle and struggle; his expression was as laid back and distant as ever. He wasn't sure if the woman would understand this, but it was worth a shot.

"My name is Takashi, it is indeed nice to meet you", he started off by speaking first. "May I ask what it is that brings you to this shop this evening? I would assume most would be out gallivanting or enjoying their evening. However, it is quite uncommon to see someone willingly be alone in a place such as this.". He thought a moment on his situation. "Though I suppose I am not the one who should speak about this, given that I am doing the exact same thing". He would have chuckled, but he gave a slight smirk, really nothing more than a bit of a twitch on the side of his lips. He hoped she would talk more, but these starting conversations were always so awkward.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Bored. Oh gosh, he looked so bored! The girl panicked internally and had no idea what to do. It was too late now. Go big or go home. She needed to say something else. Anything. Well, almost anything! She wasn't about to do anything stupid again even though she already accidentally approached this guy like an idiot. He was reading, too! Ugh, she was such an idiot. So much for being elegant, right? She tried so hard most of the time to seem like she had this confidence about her, this knowledge on how to be social without really doing anything she would regret. She always tried to be proper somehow. Yet here she was, standing in front of a table, next to some guy she didn't even know. What a wonderful way to start this conversation, huh? Now it was just getting worse. She could feel her heart beating so fast that she thought it was going to burst from her chest in a nervous rage. That was all she felt right now. Nervous. The man lowered his book and she got a good look at his eyes. They were actually very beautiful. They were bright blue and sparkled nicely. Despite his bored expression, he was actually quite the handsome man. She admired him for the obvious care he took of himself.

That didn't stop her fleeting feeling, though. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she decided to analyze him a bit further instead to see if she could come to a conclusion. He seemed rather distant, but not a bad person. He was fairly quiet and she half expected him not to say a single word to her which would just send her off in an embarrassed huff right out the door. Something about him was nagging at her, though. He was dressed normally, and she was always told that Shinigami wore that black robe thing. So there was no way he could be one of those. Besides, if he was, she'd take him down faster than he would be able to blink. She didn't want to give anyone like that mercy if they were at all related to the monsters who claimed to be anything more than scum. Shizuka half grimaced at the thought of the creatures and chose to ignore them. She didn't want this man to notice her bad manners and she definitely didn't want him to think any less of her than she already did. He might think she was making that face at him or something, and that was not okay. She wasn't about to be considered anything worse than his current thoughts on her. Finally, though, his voice broke her inner mind babble.

"There is no one sitting there, no. If you wish, you may sit there."

"Oh! Uh, thank you!"

This was torture. She tried so hard to subside her feelings of nervousness but they wouldn't budge. Instead, it was like they were scratching at her brain, trying to make everything so much worse. It was burning up inside of her mind and she felt her cheeks warm, as well. This meant she was blushing, which she nonchalantly rolled her eyes to. The last thing she wanted to do was show just how embarrassed she was, but there was no way he couldn't already tell. She delicately sipped her chai tea, careful not to make any major eye contact with him. She didn't want him to really notice that she was there, despite the fact that she was sitting right across from him. She tried thinking over and over of something witty to say, some form of small talk to get the conversation going so that he could see how she really was and potentially forget her absolutely horrible first impression. That was a long shot, though. Even she wouldn't forget that for a long time. Unfortunately, he must have noticed her strange behavior because he cleared his throat and closed his book, signaling that he was either about to get up and leave or talk to her. Sadly, it was the latter.

"My name is Takashi. It is, indeed, nice to meet you."

If it was so nice, why do you seem so incredibly disappointed to be talking to me?

"May I ask what it is that brings you to this shop this evening? I would assume most would be out gallivanting or enjoying their evening. However, it is quite uncommon to see someone willingly be alone in a place such as this."

That's a lot of talk coming from you, buddy.

"Though I suppose I am not the one who should speak about this, given that I am doing the exact same thing."

It's like you read my mind. The woman kept making her own conversation in her head between his comments since she felt strange about answering back. Since he introduced himself and even asked her a question, it was only a matter of time before she would have to answer her. It was inevitable, especially since that was how people were supposed to interact. Being social could be so stressful, and even more so for someone with severe social anxiety. She was trying so hard to make everything run smoothly but she couldn't muster up the courage to actually be a good conversationalist. Thinking about his questions, though, she realized she was all alone tonight. She hardly ever noticed that she walked around by herself because so many people walked the streets of Karakura all the time, but now they were in a much calmer town in an entirely different country from Japan. She sighed at herself. Why was it so hard to just say hi? She couldn't even ignore the poor guy and now he has to deal with her. For someone who can come off as such a cool kid during interrogations, she sure was making a fool of herself. This could never be forgiven, but she figured she might as well answer him.

"I'm just here to get out of the cold. It's freezing outside and I needed to do something to keep me warm, of course. Besides, I rather enjoy chai tea. So when I saw that this place had some, I couldn't resist it."

The girl removed her hood, completely forgetting that it was raised over her head to keep the snow off. By now, any snow that was on her coat had melted due to the heat of the book store's cafe. She brushed her bright blonde hair out and let it drape over her shoulder since she thought it looked weird if it fell over the hood on her back. She was warming up but still felt a bit too cold to completely remove her coat. Takashi seemed comfortable enough since he was probably in here for a significantly longer time than she had been. Slowly, she considered if she should continue talking to him or just thank him for their brief time together. The latter option may be a bit more awkward than the other one, but it would get her out of there. Still, something told her that she should just talk a little while longer. What would be the harm in getting to know the guy? He already told her his name, and she wasn't going to interrogate him the way she normally did with her targets. She could finally have a normal conversation with a normal person! This excited her and she immediately decided to introduce herself as politely as she could, hoping to have him forgive her previous, erm. . . booboos.

"Oh, how rude of me. You'll have to forgive my manners. My name is Shizuka! Shizuka Sanamizu, actually. I haven't seen you around here before, so are you new in town? Or perhaps I just don't get out much."

Shizuka laughed lightly, mostly to herself, though also to calm her nerves. He wasn't going to mutate into some freaky thing any time soon so she wasn't going to worry about it. Besides, she was enjoying the warmth of the book store and the convenient fire place that the table was next to. Feeling a bit warmer, Shizuka removed her parka and secured it to the back of her chair, and then placed her designer bag next to her on the floor. No one would be able to take it from her there, so she didn't feel concerned about leaving it. Taking another sip of her tea, Shizuka studied the man a bit further. He had beautiful eyes, even if they did put off an odd vibe. Hopefully he wouldn't think of her as too odd, but she started enjoying their time. For now, anyway.

[Takashi Kuchiki]

So she finally decided to speak. In the back of his mind, the ex-shinigami wondered about what this woman wanted. However, it was quite impressive of her to simply come up and speak to him on the fly like that. A apart of him was rather fond of the way she approached him. Truth be told, Takashi was someone who liked to mind his own business. It was actually due to the fact that he too was socially awkward; in his own way of course. Shining blue eyes with white hair attracted enough attention. Add in the fact that he always seemed so distant and cold, coupled with his polite speech did not make good first impressions. People had thought he came from the eighteen hundreds or some strange era where they always were chivalrous and well mannered. The Kuchiki's gaze focused upon her, she seemed honest enough. He placed his right hand upon the now covered book, pushing it to the side. With that, he let his right elbow rest on the table. Slouching in, he nuzzled his chin in between his index finger and thumb; bending his wrist for support. He seemed intrigued or interested; his other hand lightly resting on the tables edge near him. The look showed a great deal of interest as his eyes were squinted. Perhaps it was a bit too intense for the woman, however, it was meant to show that he had interest in what she was saying.

He nodded his head as she spoke. "Ah I see", he said to her as he decided a change of position was in order. He sat back once again in his seat, sitting erect and with proper posture. The reason she gave was rather...normal. It seemed to follow logic that she wanted to take shelter from the cold. However, he wondered what she was doing here in the first place. Generally, people were attuned to doing things at a set schedule. If not, they were just lazily at home. Though, this was for the majority of people. Perhaps this woman was someone who enjoyed wandering out randomly into the world and exploring. Though given her demeanor, she seemed like she wasn't so bold. He tilted his head as he looked at her. She began to remove her excessive clothing which kept her warm. He had to admit, she wasn't bad looking. He went ahead and reached down with his right hand, breaking off a small piece of the large cookie in front of him. Using the napkin to his right, he took the cookie bit in it and brought it to his mouth. He plopped it into there a moment later before setting it down. He allowed himself to chew, waiting for her to speak. After he swallowed, he realized he should probably be polite. He moved the saucer with the cookie to the middle of the table; offering the other side where he hadn't broken off the piece. "Feel free, this is a lot more filling than I had previously anticipated". He said to her truthfully. He made sure to wipe the crumbs on the napkin beside him. She should have also received a napkin with her tea, just in case. He had hoped she could use that to go ahead and take the cookie...then again...he was thinking about this too much.

Finally, she had introduced herself. "Shizuka, that is an interesting name". He said to her. The question seemed rather odd. Are you new in town? Oddly to him, it sounded like some weird pick up line. If the roles were switched and Takashi was a female and Shizuka a male..it'd make more sense. Shizuka being the awkward male to sit down and then ask 'hey you come here often?'. He half expected her to say 'hey want to come back to my place'. The thought of him as a girl made him shutter though; why the hell was his mind so active? In any case, she was being polite at least and she was trying, he would do the same. He blinked momentarily before speaking. "in fact I am indeed. Perhaps from my name you are able to deduce that I am not from here. The origins sound Japanese. I am not a Heinrich, a Motobo, nor a Muhammad; more commonly to here though, an Adam or a John. I am visiting this area to do some research. I am ...a sort of a scientist you see. Perhaps this is the reason you haven't seen me, I just got into this town today actually". He said to her. He seemed to warm up a bit more, however, his expression still looked the same...very mellow and calm. He still seemed a bit bored but his dazzling blue eyes told another story. He actually seemed interested, his pupils becoming more dilated as he spoke to her. He subconsciously stuck out his chest too, giving off weird subtle cues that seemed like only girls would understand. Men were obviously oblivious to these facts- [oh god there is a spider in my room as i'm typing this...why am i typing this..time to go kill the spider. Ok I'm back.].

 Ahem, in any case, as he was saying...there was subtle hints that he was giving that made Takashi show a bit more interest in this woman than before. He wished he was better at smiling but it seemed he could only smirk for the time being; though he would save those for times she acted comedic; purposefully of course. He supposed it was about time that he asked her a question back. It was a nice atmosphere, he actually felt like talking. The warmth of the fire place next to them and the cozy area where they were now more alone. The warmth filled the area and quickly made for such a pleasant talking environment...ah the small things in life. He brought his lips back, curling them back before licking them to keep them moist. He noted he should use some chapstick. He seemed confused all of a sudden as his brows furrowed. He reached into his pocket, feeling out his essential items. However, he hadn't felt any chapstick. Damn it..why couldn't there be more grocery stores in Hueco Mundo? Would it kill them to put in a Wallblues there? "Ah..I seem to have forgotten my chap stick...In any case". He spoke readjusting back into his normal seated position. "I suppose I should ask you more about yourself. If you would care to, tell me more about yourself. I am honestly surprised a woman who would appear as you do be traveling by yourself; especially in the cold here".

Takashi spoke as he turned to face the window, he looked out at the snow that fell, he honestly loved to watch it fall down, it made him smile. He had a small smirk on his face as he watched the snow dace. It was only a moment though, before he turned his head back towards Shizuka once more. "I hope it appropriate if I ask you more about what you do and who you are? In this case, I would imagine where you work, relationships, schooling, anything you wish to share? I suppose I should share some tidbits first, but I have told you I am a scientist after all". He let out a 'heh' as he smirked towards her. He was honestly interested in what she had to say. If she was spiritually connected as he thought, she would make good company. However, if she was a normal human, this was even more interesting. It was rare for someone as her to approach someone like him. Part of him worried if she would be attacked in any way. However, for once, it felt nice to not have to worry about someone holding a knife to your throat...constantly. Rather, he was enjoying a nice conversation with a beautiful girl; this was actually something he hadn't done in quite some time. He nuzzled in his position, eager to hear what she had to say; this change of pace was surely nice.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

"I hope it's appropriate if I ask you more about what you do and who you are? In this case, I would imagine where you work, relationships, schooling, anything you wish to share? I suppose I should share some tidbits first, but I have told you I am a scientist, after all."

Shizuka was practically ignoring the poor guy after he offered her a cookie and suddenly started paying attention again once he began trying to get some information out of her. The cookie was enough to distract her. She scrunched her nose at it when he offered, careful to make sure she only did it when he wasn't paying attention to her. She was incredibly picky about sweets and tended not to like them. Had this thing been a brownie, however, she would have absolutely eaten it near immediately. For now, on the other hand, she wanted nothing to do with it. In fact, she lifted her head and stopped zoning out so much so that she could properly respond to his questions. For the most part.

"Uh, well most of that is classified information. But, um, I don't currently have any significant other or anything so I'm a bit of a lone wolf. As for schooling, I attend Tokyo University and study Mechanical Engineering. I originally wanted to go to school in Italy since I'm part Italian and was born there, but my job kind of keeps me here."

The blonde laughed awkwardly, lifting her right hand and placing it on the back of her head to play with her hair the way she always did when she was nervous. She diverted her eyes from his, hoping he wouldn't feel as awkward as she did. Why was it that if a guy was attractive at all, it was so impossible for her to have a decent conversation with him? Friends were fine and she was the life of the party. As soon as a stranger came by, everything went to Hell and her life became one giant pool of absolute nervousness which consumed her every thought. Shizuka wanted to at least try to be normal, hoping it wouldn't be as strange or something. It's just that it was so hard for her to calm down with new people, let alone attractive ones.

During her time of thinking, a horrifying roar blasted its way through the windows of the book store and into Shizuka's ears. Due to her animal-like habits, they twitched and moved into the direction of the noise, causing her face to react and look more serious than it had moments before. She wanted to turn around and instinctually go after what she heard, but she had no idea who this man was and couldn't risk him seeing her fighting. Instead, she calmed herself and looked towards his direction with a smile on her face. She couldn't risk him noticing something being a bit off about her, and she had to leave soon. More roaring poured in through the spaces in the walls and flooded her ears once again. She recognized this sound. She'd only heard it once before. A Hollow.

"Would you mind terribly if I left for a moment? I, um, need to go take care of some business."

Shizuka gave him her best apology look and stood up quickly, grabbing her bag on the way out. She put her hood back on once she was outside the main entrance to the book store so she could keep warm and listened carefully, hoping to figure out where this thing was. She didn't have to listen for long, though. She heard another roar and it was very close by. Shizuka held her bag tightly, careful not to lose what was inside because it was the only chance she had against this thing. She ran towards the left of the store in the direction of the noise but was stopped suddenly when a giant foot stomped down right in front of her. Not only was she utterly repulsed by such a disgusting encounter, but she knew she had to get ready to take this thing down.

She ran out of the way and gained a bit of distance so that she had enough time to activate her powers before this giant realized she could see him. She didn't have much experience with Hollows, but she could tell that something about him was a little off. He wasn't much of a threat or going out of his way to destroy stuff, but he was definitely causing enough of a problem on his own. Normal humans couldn't see Hollows, but their actions reflected natural disasters. They caused enough trouble on their own and she wasn't about to back down. Innocent people were going to be hurt if she didn't do something, so she put on her big girl panties and made up a plan.

She peered up at the Hollow with a determined look on her face. Her eyes practically screamed how ready she felt. Shizuka let a soft growl escape her lips out of anger as she reached into her bag and grabbed the pair of golden Roberto Cavalli heels that her aunt had so generously given her as a child. The bag remained on her shoulder, though. She held them out away from her at arm's length in one hand, preparing to activate the power that defined her forever as the assassin that she became. She remembered the first time she ever activated her Fullbring and how confused she was. She had no idea that this kind of power rested within her, but she couldn't possibly be more thankful. With a particular kind of grace that only a gymnast could have, Shizuka threw her shoes a bit above her head and chanted the words that felt so familiar to her.

"Beach Queen."

Shizuka's right hand was raised into the air as a bright blue light appeared above her, forming into her most formidable weapon. It separated and one piece of the light settled on the ground a few feet away while the other fell beautifully into her hand. She object was large, but not too large for the woman. She knew exactly how to use this thing. By now, enough people were confused by the sudden "disasters" occurring that they had all but evacuated the area, leaving Shizuka alone in a crowdless street. The light in her hand faded as it finalized its gun-like shape, and she held it out in front of her with ease. With the barrel pointed directly at the Hollow, Shizuka imagined the hottest fluid she could possibly think of.

She completely knew what she was getting in to. The population around her would just think that a crack in the Earth's surface formed and she would slowly clean up the dried rock that appeared as the magma hardened. Super farfetched, but whatever. She wasn't too terribly worried about the aftermath, especially since she was sure that no one was watching her. Paying attention to the Hollow once again, Shizuka quickly ran up to it while pumping liquid into her gun and and shot magma at it using her default Super Soaker setting. After about twenty-five gallons worth of shots, there was a decent pool of lava surrounding the Hollow's feet. It tried stepping into the magma and cried out in pain, causing Shizuka to smile to herself. It wasn't a sadistic smile, but she just loved making jokes.

"I'd make a joke about fighting a Hollow, but that would give me a bit of an empty feeling."

Chuckling to herself, she turned the dial on her gun to Blast Cannon. This time, she shot directly at the beast's face. This setting had a thicker shot radius and forced a greater amount of liquid to be released at one time. In fact, with each shot, she used ten gallons. That was perfect. Shizuka's smile turned a bit more malicious now, showing her real demonic side. This part of her was rarely ever seen and only came out when she was enjoying torturing her target or majorly PO-ed. Right now, she was feeling a bit of both. As she shot at the beast, realizing he was too stupid to move out of the way of the lava, she made sure he really felt as much pain as possible. Besides, five shots of a ten gallon setting was pretty intense.

By now, the Hollow was screaming in misery. Shizuka had to watch her distance so that the lava wouldn't touch her, but she could feel the immense heat. It was comforting since it was so cold outside, but the cold meant that the magma cooled much faster than she wanted. It was no matter, though. Once the magma cooled and hardened on the Hollow, it was already quite from its head being covered and encased in the rock. Shizuka lowered her gun to the ground, leaning against it as the barrel pressed against the cement. It acted as a cane for her, briefly. Sighing, she watched and listened as the rock began to crack from the intense cold. The Hollow began deteriorating, showing her that her job was done.

"Well, not as dramatic as I was hoping, but at least that's over with." Shizuka noted, deactivating her Fullbring and allowing it to turn back into her shoes.

She held the designer items back in her hand and opened her bag, carefully placing them back inside. it was a shame not to wear them, but it was too cold for sandals right now. Besides, she couldn't just not take them with her. A Hollow just appeared, so what if a Shinigami appeared, too? Feeling accomplished anyway, Shizuka brushed her hands against each other and turned around, congratulating herself. As she walked forward, she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing right in front of her. The face looked incredibly familiar, and she realized that this wasn't just any figure. It was the same guy she had met in the book store! Shizuka's eyes went wide with horror, knowing he witnessed everything she just did. The real question was if he saw the Hollow, too.

Stopped mid-step out of complete paralyzing fear and worry, Shizuka couldn't work up the courage to move. She stared into the eyes of the man as he looked back at her with the most questioning look on his face. Her cheeks felt hot and she knew she was blushing, but she couldn't help it. This was awful! He just saw what she did! There was no way he didn't just see that, especially with the look he was giving her. It was all over now. She couldn't fix what just happened and there was no way he'd ever see her as a normal person ever again! She felt sick to her stomach. She was usually so careful but she seriously screwed up! How could this even be a thing?! Where did he come from??

"Okay, I know how this looks and I know it's weird," Shizuka said, putting her hands up defensively, "but you need to understand that I'm not crazy, I swear! But I need to ask you. What all did you just see?"

Right, because he'd definitely answer her after that! Oh, God.



Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 4800
Fullbring Stage 1: 1/10
Gallons Remaining: 25/100

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ The man's blue diamond like eyes surveyed the woman as she herself was inspecting the treat in front of her. His expression remained rather mellow, blinking a few times. He had spoke to her and much like a squirrel (or any other cute small critter), her attention suddenly shifted; back to him. He listened intently, a spark of interest forming in his eyes. He leaned in, his chest still sticking out a bit; sitting properly as ever. However, the subtle cues of his interest, his dilated pupils, and baring his chest were signs of attraction. He couldn't help but fixate on her. She had beautiful hair and dazzling eyes. There was something about the way she acted, albeit strange, that spoke to him. For a man who had been out caste most of his life, he understood her strange social situation. He listened to her speak, she mentioned classified information; was she some sort of government agent? Classified information generally meant she did something she didn't other people to know. For all he knew she could have done something horrible or illicit as well; however, she didn't seem the type. This girl was far too shy and reserved for anything like that...right? He narrowed his eyes as she mentioned the lone wolf, she had no idea how much that was like him. He also listened to her speak of her university, the way she studied engineering. She had a fascinating past to herself, Takashi himself was studying mathematics at the time; it intrigued him greatly. He leaned in a bit more, his elbow on the table and his thumb and index finger supporting his chin; he seemed very interested by her. He was even nodding along to her story as she paused in her speech. It was then that she laughed and he flashed a smile of his own; albeit only being a smirk. It was strange, it was like these facial expressions came naturally to him, or more so, when speaking to her. It was interesting and cute to see her play with her heir. Admittedly, Takashi was feeling his heart rate subtly increase with each beat; he could actually feel its rhythm for once. However, that seemed to fade away when her expression shifted. The cry of something he knew to be a hollow seemed to shift her facial expression. The man's smirk slowly dropped, his mellow expression returning to his face. He eyed her as she seemed to subtly shifted her expression; had she heard it too? For Takashi, it was nothing. A cry of a basic hollow was nothing more than a bird chirp to him. He, who stood at the side of Kouhai to rule over every hollow had no business with someone who wasn't even evolving. It would be strange if someone hadn't heard his name in both Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. Still though, there was something off about this woman's expression. Takashi did care for people, despite his demeanor that seemed to not care for hollow. He however, knew that sacrifices had to be made for the greater good; he was a living example of that. The words of Sozen and Kuroi conflicted in his mind. They were both antagonizing him, however, this girl pulled him away from that. Admittedly, he was a bit heart broken when she stopped speaking; he felt like he could talk to her for hours. However, she seemed to turn away and look towards the window; perhaps coincidence? He looked towards her as she made her way back to him. His eyes narrowed as she said she had to be excused for a moment; taking care of business. "Take your time, I understand". He said reclining back and waving his hand; letting out a soft nod too- the hell was he so full of gestures today? Sheesh. In any case, he watched as she picked up her bag and walked towards the main entrance; what business could she have outside? Perhaps she asked him to wait for her or she was standing him up. Either way, he could have kept reading. There was something though that bothered him in the back of his mind. He sighed, his fingers lacing as he peaked up from over them. He closed his eyes a moment later, contemplating things. He was rationalizing a reason to go after her. It seemed the hollow played in his mind, he didn't want one of the creatures he lived around to harm that girl. His eyes opened with conviction a moment later as he rose him his seat. He turned around, placing on his leather jacket as he placed the book into his inner pocket. He looked down at the cookie, ah shit, he couldn't waste it. Reaching down, he grasped it in one hand and then made his way to the exit; thankfully, the woman hadn't left anything behind. It was an easy theory to pick up upon her with his energy sensory. He had a vague idea of where she would be; it seemed she was heading towards the hollow. As he made his way down the block, he noticed the quite atmosphere around. He turned the corner and to his surprise, he saw the woman fuming with reiatsu. There was a pile of brilliantly glowing magma all around. Takashi stopped, his heart was beating as his eyes opened up wider than before; his mouth open slightly a gape. He looked at her as his eyes were brilliantly glowing in the midst of the snow. He looked at the beautiful glowing magma as it radiated with its dominance. The hollow seemed to be sinking deep into the confines of the magma. He couldn't help but let out a soft snicker as she made a joke to herself; it was so cute. He watched as the heels she wore and the aura around her slowly dissipated. He began to walk in the snow, the crunching noise emitting as he moved to stand a few feet behind her in the distance; his hands off to his sides; he still seemed quite shocked as he looked at her. As she turned around, the look on her face was that of shear horror. It appeared as though her cheeks turned red and she was mortified by his presence. There was an awkward silence as they stared at one another. He gulped, still keeping up the look of shock on his face; he had really hoped she didn't want to kill him. His instinct would have taken over when she rose up her hands; however, she did it slowly. She seemed to try to calm him down, like a police officer telling a man to 'drop the gun'. She rose her hands up slowly and spoke of her not being crazy; yeah to a normal person what would this be BUT crazy?! However, it was lucky for her that Takashi wasn't normal. However, the good news was that she didn't seem to know who he was. For that, he could use it and perhaps play it off as though he were oblivious to whom she was; though to a degree, that was the truth. She was a fullbringer, but why the hell was she going around fighting hollows? What was her reason for doing so. Although, he was a horrible actor, he simply took a step back, his eyes returning to normal; this wasn't an Oscar winning performance okay? "Wh-what are you?...", he questioned her. His hands slowly rose up to his hips as though he were retreating. "I..I had seen you kill that monster. How did you do that?". God this was so awful, was she really buying this? He attempted to look more shocked but it didn't help that he had less than a handful of facial expressions to make this convincing. "I...should I call the police?", he said again in a voice that appeared to be shaky. It was then out of the blackness of the night a lone man appeared wearing the black traditional robes of the shinigami. He had slicked black brown hair and a scar over his right forehead. "Yo! You killed mah prey!". The man said as he appeared a few feet behind Takashi. He was looking at Shizuka as he smiled towards her; he wasn't one to deny the ladies. "Ey, so yow, I saw that performance. You're a fullbringer right? My name is Marco! Hey, that isn't your boyfriend right? You saved me a shit ton of trouble but I was wondering if-" Takashi turned around, his eyes looked as bored as ever as he did so, it was more to feel out who was coming up behind him. His blue diamond like eyes looked towards the man as he knew as Marco. The opposing shinigami suddenly widened his eyes, Marco took a step back as he quickly drew his Zanpakuto. He seemed frightened as he held it out in front of him; his hands gripping the handle tightly. His expression shifted into a more serious look. "F..Fukutaicho Kuchiki...I- I mean Takashi the Traitor!". He called out. "Wh..WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? What is your business here!? DID KOUHAI SEND YOU!?". The man was shouting now, his blade still shaking as he spoke. Takashi sighed as he turned around fully. He kept one hand in his pocket as he did so. He looked more bored now and displeased; though the mellow look on his face stayed. It was quite annoying to see someone like this around. "Are..you two working together!? Why are you doing this Kuchiki-san!?{. The man said as he shouted out towards Takashi. The man was met with silence from the white hair; not even a motion or a twitch. He simply stood here as the snow kept falling in his leather jacket, his left hand hanging by his side. Shizuka would be behind him, sill a few feet away off to his left to be able to witness the whole thing. "Answer me! Why would a man such as yourself stoop to working for Kouhai!? You destroyed our 12th division, you took our entire fortress defense, and you killed the entire Shiba clan in your Shibacide tragedy! Why did a man who I use to call Fukutaicho do this!? ANSWER ME YOU BASTARD!". The man said as he was unwilling to attack still. "Marco...". The voice escaped the lips of the shinigami. With that, Shizuka would perhaps be able to make out a blur. The movement was insane as Takashi blurred out of view. His gigai form slowly detached from his shinigami form as it slowly disappeared. A moment later, Shizuka would see Takashi's hand in the gut of the other man; his zanpakuto broken into two. Takashi stood to the right of the man, his left hand pressing against his rib. "Please do not be foolish". He spoke as the opposing brown haired man opened his mouth, blood escaping from it. A moment later one would be able to see the white of his eyes as he Takashi retracted his hand; the bloodied shinigami falling on to the snow. Takashi placed his hand into his pocket as he turned around to now fully face Shizuka. He wore a white coat that was synonymous to a captai's coat. It seemed he too wore the flowing attire of the shinigami, though tattered up. The captain's coat bore no division that he was a part of, something was stitched on the back. There was a belt like cloth on his lower right side. Shizuka could see the scar upon his neck and by his jaw. The man's eyes were now glowing with a color that was unlike any of this world; the eyes said to be the most beautiful in all of soul society. To Shizuka, he would look like a normal shinigami, or perhaps some rogue type shinigami. He didn't say anything, staying silent and looking rather bored as he faced her. The wind blow as their clothes would flutter in the wind as the snow fell upon the ground; just how would she react now? ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 400 points (1000) speed - 400 points (1000) spiritual pressure - 100 points (200) reiatsu strength - 33 points (67) light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 100 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 1400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

(OOC: Permission was granted to briefly control Takashi for the purpose of feels.)

"Wh-what are you?..."

Crap.

"I... I had seen you kill that monster. How did you do that?"

Double crap.

"I... Should I call the police?"

Triple crap!!

"No! No, no, no! Calling the police isn't neces-"

Shizuka had been too occupied watching a less than adequate performance put on by the man she had just met to notice another figure appearing out of the shadows. While she knew Takashi's expressions were a bit flawed, she also wasn't one to judge when it came to an inappropriate display of emotions. Let's think back to when these two first met, shall we?

Retreat. Just retreat. Everything will be fine if she retreats, right? Yeah. Actually, shoot. She was standing there for too long. He might have already noticed her by now, which would make everything so much worse. Ugh, why did she have to be so awkward? She hated it. She really did give blondes a bad name, even if she wasn't naturally blonde! Something was so wrong with her. This was unacceptable behavior for a lady. To make it all worse, she didn't even think she could muster up any courage to talk to him if she needed to, which meant this whole encounter was one big screw up. She just wanted something warm to drink and to get out of the cold! She did not want to talk to anyone right now. She just needed some peace and quiet. But now, instead of that, she was just making matters worse. He definitely could tell something was up, though. She didn't want him to think she was staring at him on purpose even though she totally was, but it was too late. He definitely noticed her. Well, of course he did. She was already somehow at his table. She must have subconsciously walked to him while internally freaking out!

Yeah. So she wasn't about to say anything to Takashi about being strange when she could hardly control herself initially. Shizuka cringed in embarrassment. Unfortunately, she was too busy thinking back on her awkwardness to realize someone was approaching the two of them. When she finally did notice, he was not exactly the kind of person she would have expected, nor did she want his kind anywhere near her.

"Yo! You killed mah prey!"

Oh, perfect. I was so worried humanity was improving.

"Ey, so yow, I saw that performance. You're a Fullbringer, right? My name is Marco! Hey, that isn't your boyfriend, right? You saved me a shit ton of trouble but I was wondering if-"

It's a good thing you can't read thoughts because I'm about two seconds from tearing you to shreds.

Shizuka's face went from complete embarrassment to surprise and then finally disgust when this random Shinigami started talking to her. She started reaching into her bag to pull out her shoes once again, only getting to lightly touch her finger to them before Takashi reacted. She was absolutely beyond mortified that such a distasteful creature was speaking to her and the rage that had consumed her for years began to build once again. She was almost ready to fight, but the response she saw from the white-haired man made her pause. He turned around, displaying barely any facial expression at all, and seemed to surprise the Shinigami behind him. Shizuka looked over to the other man, questioning why he got such a reaction.

"F-Fukutaicho Kuchiki... I-I mean, Takashi the Traitor!"

Kuchiki? Shizuka's eyes widened in shock.

"Wh... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? What is your business here!? DID KOUHAI SEND YOU!?"

Yes, because yelling makes everything better! Wait. "Who's Kouhai?" Wait, again. "Your last name is Kuchiki?"

It all started clicking. There was a reason these two knew each other, and there was also a reason why Takashi never mentioned his last name. He must have been hiding, especially if he's known as a traitor in the Soul Society. Why, though? What made him a traitor to them? Shizuka watched the two, starting to put pieces of the story together. Takashi looked more annoyed than anything else, making the girl wonder who Marco was to him. When Marco accused the two of them working together, though, it took all of her strength not to react negatively. She didn't want either of them to find out how much she hated Shinigami, and she realized that Takashi was one of them.

Snow fell between the three of them. On any other night, this would be considered romantic or beautiful. However, the now-dried magma completely destroyed any beauty that the fallen snow gave off. The flakes that continued to come from the sky began covering the magma quickly, causing the blackness to turn white. Shizuka looked up, making some of the snow that piled on her hood fall down behind her. She thought to herself about how she felt lied to, though she knew that was a wrong assumption. Takashi didn't lie. He just withheld information. She still had no idea why he was so protective of himself, but she didn't care. Closing her eyes for a moment, the felt the snow fall to her face. Little flakes touched her cheeks and forehead, melting as soon as they made contact with her skin.

She breathed in and out calmly. Reality slammed her back to her senses as she lowered her head, slowly opening her eyes. She looked over at Marco who began questioning Takashi with all he had. Shizuka began listening more intently, hearing a bunch of secrets she never expected to hear. He caused so much trouble in the Soul Society and barely had any right to be called a Shinigami anymore. However, that didn't mean he wasn't one. He made Shizuka furious. Just knowing that she was so friendly to him sickened her. She clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her skin without puncturing it. Moments away from yelling at him herself, Shizuka readied what she was about to say and stopped immediately when she saw nothing but a blur from Takashi.

She blinked in surprise, trying to track his movements herself. He was fast, but he paused enough times for her to follow him. In barely a few seconds, his body seemed to separate strangely and he appeared in front of the other Shinigami. His robes were different. He was wearing white compared to the standard black that Marco was wearing. White that could have possibly been stained once Shizuka saw what was really going on. Her right hand slowly made its way up to her mouth, cupping it in fear. He was too fast for her and he just killed a former companion! Blood poured out from the other Shinigami's mouth and he fell to the floor with an odd jerking motion as Takashi removed his hand. The remaining blood stained the flawless whiteness of the snow.

As if to hide it, Takashi shoved his hand in his pocket and turned around, now showing Shizuka who he really was. She lowered her own hand and brought the other up to meet it at her chest where she placed her right hand over her left, gently holding it. She realized she hadn't moved the entire time. She was a little afraid to. He looked at her with his eyes, still with barely any expression on them. Shizuka couldn't help but think back to when she had met Sozen for the first time, remembering how much pain and suffering he caused her and her then-partner. She tried shaking the thought from her mind, unable to remove the gruesome detail from her life. Sozen wasn't the reason she hated Shinigami. He was the reason she feared them.

It was silent for a few long minutes as Shizuka inspected Takashi. His eyes were practically glowing blue just as her Fullbring had only moments before. His face and neck were marked in scarring, causing her to wonder what exactly his life was like before he left Soul Society. She didn't know much about their world, but she didn't need to. The hatred she felt was enough to fuel her hunt. The shock left Shizuka's face as anger and rage replaced it, giving her a more serious look. Her hands fell to her sides once again as she gently swayed from left to right, positioning herself as if she were about to pounce on him. She growled again, a trait that only she really had due to her animalistic tendencies.

"I suppose you want me to thank you. You probably think that you were doing me a favor since he was trying to hit on me. Then once you realized he was causing you just as much trouble, you ended his life." Shizuka scoffed as a smirk formed on her face. It wasn't a playful one. "Well, let me tell you that I will do no such thing. I refuse to thank you for what you just did, despite the fact that it saved me a little effort. Regardless, I know who you are now. I can't let you live. Not after that."

Shizuka reached into her bag and pulled her shoes out again, throwing them into the air and chanting their name as she did before. They glowed once more, forming into the gun and bucket that were so familiar to her. She held her right hand up and caught the falling weapon as the bucket formed by her side. Once she was stable again, she pointed the barrel directly at the Shinigami and imagined the liquid she had grown so fond of. In reality, she could use whatever form of liquid she wanted. If she knew it existed, she could use it. The reason she enjoyed using magma so much was simply because it caused the most pain and the easiest death. It practically melted her victims and she didn't have much clean up afterwards. In time, the normal humans would just remove it from the area under the assumption that it was caused by a natural disaster.

Thinking back to her opponent, she analyzed his speed and general movements as he killed the other Shinigami. He was faster than her and could probably evade her by practically just walking, but she wanted to at least try to hurt him. She considered her options carefully. If she somehow was able to get him to go into a pool of lava the way that the Hollow did before, she could make him stay put or be hurt enough to where he couldn't move so quickly. The hardest part about all of that was getting him to go where she wanted and she knew that would be almost impossible unless she tricked him. She also couldn't just shoot this stuff all over the place because if he figured out that it could hurt her, too, she would be in big trouble.

But none of that mattered because Takashi blurred again and appeared in front of her, stealing the gun away with the same old nonchalant expression on his face.

"What is this, some kind of children's toy?"

Shizuka barely had any time to react as she blinked her eyes in what she could only tell was pure confusion. She looked back at him and became all flustered, grabbing for her gun. She couldn't get it, though, because she was significantly shorter than him without her heels on since she was wearing normal, flat boots. He raised it over his own head and looked at it, stopping Shizuka from being able to grab it entirely. Taking a half step to the side so he barely turned himself away, Takashi made it so that Shizuka was pushing herself against him to get at the gun with her right hand grabbing his robes while the other reached for her weapon. He was completely humiliating her!

"Give it back! That's mine, and you can't have it!"

"If it's so important to you, why are you not trying to take it from me?"

Shizuka backed off and shoved her fisted hands down to her sides in anger. "Can't you tell that's what I'm doing?! Why else would I be reaching for it, you idiot?!"

Just then, she got a brilliant idea! If she deactivated it, then the gun and bucket would just turn back into her shoes and she'd be able to get to them! By ceasing the Reiatsu flow once again (which was really a waste, now that she thought about it), the gun in Takashi's hand and the bucket that was on the ground by Shizuka glowed blue again, turning back into the normal shoes they once were. Feeling accomplished, Shizuka looked right at Takashi with the proudest expression on her face until she realized he was returning the attention with a look that practically asked the girl why she was so stupid. In his hand was still the shoe. Now that she was almost in tears from embarrassment, Shizuka resumed trying to grab for the shoe as she had before.

"Oh, come on! You have to give that back! I can't do anything without those shoes!" Shizuka sniffed and blushed, hating that she felt like she was going to cry.

"Why are these things so cherished?"

"They just are! So give it back!" By now, she was using her hands to beat against his chest as she stopped fighting the flow of tears that she so desperately tried to hide. "Give it back, give it back, give it back!"

Takashi sighed at her attempt to hurt him. "You should stop that before you hurt yourself."

The Shinigami looked at her, barely hinting at the emotions he started to feel. Shizuka kept beating her hands against him as she cried even more out of pure frustration that she was so easily toyed with. She felt like the worst assassin in the world and completely useless since a Shinigami, of all people, was doing this to her. That made everything worse and she hated him for it. First, he neglected to tell her he was a Kuchiki and now he just steals her weapon as if it was nothing! Noticing she was getting a little tired, Shizuka reflexively leaned against Takashi and buried her face in his chest. She stopped hitting him and just let her tears consume her while also soaking his robes. She had to make something ruin his day.

"Those belonged to my Aunt. She taught me you guys are nothing but garbage who don't deserve to live. But now you're not even trying to hurt me or anything and you were so nice to me before... Why are you not trying to hurt me?!"

Shizuka looked up at Takashi. She was so embarrassed. She couldn't hardly believe what she was doing! All these years of hating these creatures and thinking that they were scum, yet she couldn't bring herself to actually kill this one. In fact, she could barely keep her own weapon on her! All he was doing was messing around with her and she absolutely hated him for it. Yet, she didn't hate him. He protected her, sort of, when Marco was trying to make some weird advances. She didn't know what he was up to but she didn't want to trust him, either. He was still a monster in her eyes, no matter how humiliating it was to be around him right now. She couldn't even get her shoe back and she was starting to get pretty emotional. Still, part of her hoped he wouldn't try to hurt her. She knew he could and she was in no state to fight him right now.



Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 4600
Fullbring Stage 1: 1/10 (But who cares, it was deactivated anyway)
Gallons Remaining: 100/100 (Yeah but it's not like she can use it right now)

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{Shizuka's Stats (as if it matters)}

Strength - [100] Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] = [500] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400] = [1000] Points

Light Aura - [60] Points

Dark Aura - [40] Points

Instinct - [200] = [100] Points

Senses [200] = [100] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1400] Points

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{Shizuka's Skills (like she used any)}

[Analyzing] {3}

[Weapon: Gun] {3}

[Stealth] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {3}

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ (Enter Post Master Senpai 2000) He could feel her pressing up against him, admittedly, she would be able to hear the beating of his heat. Thump...Thump..Thump..Thump. The frequency of the beats continued as she pushed herself up against him. It took his all to take the weapon away from her; it really was nothing more than a toy. The way she spoke to him now was merely the way a child would act, it was still admittedly cute. He however, barely felt the light taps against his chest. Shizuka's hand would be pounding upon the man's chest, admittedly, her hands would start to become sore and ache from it; perhaps some slight bruising upon it that she wouldn't really notice. So he stood there, raising the shoes up as he felt the warmth of her breath against his chest. She had buried her face in his chest, he felt a strange liquid sensation; an attack?! Time passed, nothing happened. Takashi's eyes became softer. The soft sporadic cries echoed in the night as they escaped her soft lips. He felt the warmth of tears now running down his chiseled body as he looked down towards her. She seemed confused, looking down at the top of the girls head was interesting, it was like she was hiding her face. She spoke to him though, despite being so flustered and upset. He moved in slightly to listen to her speech; hoarse as it was. He let out a soft sigh as he heard the words of her questioning him. Admittedly, her body against his felt warm and safe from many things; even persecution. He slowly lowered the heels down to where she could reach him. "I don't wish to hurt you, I couldn't even imagine it; even if I wanted to". The man spoke softly as the white snow began to dance around them. There was no conscious being around any longer. Rather, it was just her pressed against him, feeling his warmth and his sculpted body. Those brilliant blue eyes gazed down upon the liquid behind her. The molten liquid emitted a bright orange hue as it slid down toward them slowly with the blackened rocks housed within it. Shizuka would hear a slight ruffle as Takashi retracted his hand from his left pocket. His left hand, now slightly red, moved out in a circular arc. His muscular left arm wrapped around the woman from the hip. She would feel herself slightly lifted upwards as the man did so. He only utilized some of his strength, however, he was far stronger than her and he didn't want to hurt her. They perhaps would exchange glances for a moment if she looked up. He had expected her to take the shoes by now. If she hadn't he'd simply wrap the other arm above her upper back thigh; yes under her butt. However, this wasn't housing any sexual connotation, however, it did rise his heart beat slightly; his breath becoming warmer. A moment later, his left foot would kick off the ground; leaving a medium sized crater as he did so. In a flash, Shizuka and Takashi were gone; moving at 10,000 speed (Calculate how fast that is nerd queen; I'm curious!). They were flying through the sky and had stopped a moment later. It would be as though it only took less than a second. To shizuka, the entire layout would have changed near instantly. If she looked around, she would see more snow falling, yet nothing but blackness around her. If she finally gazed down, she would see beautiful lights on the ground. There was hues of red, yellow, blue, purple, and beyond; this was the city from the sky. The two would be standing high above the sky. Shizuka would feel Takashi's strong arms supporting her as he looked down towards her; his expression as lack luster as ever. Gently, he put her down. "You should be able to walk". He spoke softly as he put her down. He wasn't sure if she knew about air ground. This ground in human world was one where anyone with enough spiritual power was able to stand upon; Shizuka was no exception. He lowered her down fully, his grip loosening but for a moment, not letting go of her. It took a second for her to perhaps get her senses about her; they were quite high up of course. The wind blew as Takashi's pony tail flew back with the blowing breeze. He took a few steps back as his powerful body was no longer clutching her. He slid his hands into his pockets, tilting his head to look towards her. There had been nothing but silence for a short period of time. As the awkward tension mounted, the white hair's eyes slowly trailed down from Shizuka's head down to her feet. However, they didn't stop there, no, they kept going down to the city below them. "Beautiful..is it not?". He questioned her as he looked down towards it. "At times, I enjoy the view from this area, its quite lovely". He said calmly. His speech had nothing to do with the events that unfolded; it was quite strange. There was yet another pause as the scenic view was taken in by them both; it was truly breath taking. From here, everyone looked like ants. The lights seemed to be somewhat distinct. Looking down one could see the variety of lights all blending together into a beautiful crystal ball looking semi sphere. The beautiful dancing snow flakes made the scene so much more beautiful. They danced all around Takashi and Shizuka, falling down from the heavens above. He waited patiently as his eyes slowly trailed back towards her. He would wait until her gaze would be met with his again; this was so nice..yet so awkward. It was then that it happened... Takashi's right leg lifted as he took the first steps in a series towards Shizuka; his hands still in his pockets. His long flowing Japanese style robes began to ruffle as he casually walked towards her. As he reached her, still a bit close; his eyes looked down upon her. There was intensity with those beautiful blue eyes. Shizuka would feel the gravity of everything as he stood so close. From out of the corner of her eye she would see his right hand which came up so quickly towards her chin. Despite its speed and the force it seemed to carry; there was none as it gently gripped her chin. Takashi angled it up slowly. His gaze intensified as the words slowly left his lips. "If I wanted, I could kill you right here" It was then that she would feel it. There was a short surge of Reiatsu which would make it apparent to her the difference between them. Takashi's eyes glowed a brilliant hue of diamond blue; radiating brightly. The pressure intensified as though two Captain classes were pushing down upon her; however, she would be able to bare it. The seemingly powerful reaitsu would feel like a tornado to Shizuka but as things seemed to get heated and tense, things suddenly changed. His reiatsu stopped flaring, there was no malicious intent to him whatsoever. If she looked in his eyes now, she would see tiredness. It would look much like a man who had seemed exhausted; his eyes lacking any sort of vigor. However, he gazed upon her beautiful face for only a moment. After that second, his warm masculine hand would leave the side of her face. He would turn around and take a few steps before turning so that he was parallel to her. His hands were once again in his pockets, the wind blowing the coat, swaying it along with his hair as he spoke. Takashi's gaze fell down upon the city lights below them. "You had asked me why I didn't wish to harm you. I had told you that I wished not to harm you; that was only partially the truth. To be quite honest with you, I do not wish to harm anyone". The words seemed so casual as he spoke; the scene was confusing yet all too intense at the same time. It was like a swirling of emotions that were blending and mixing together all at once; the feelings of both Shizuka and Takashi. He looked over to her. "If I were but a man without a soul, could someone love me? If I were to cry out with blood on my hands, would anyone answer me?". He spoke to her in a rather cryptic sort of way. The way she stood was perhaps perplexed and confused at his actions. His words were seeming to hold meaning. However, his eyes were devoid of any real passion as he spoke. "Allow me to tell you Shizuka Sanamizu a story". He turned to face her, it seemed the riddles were at least becoming slightly more clear. It was in this moment..that he spoke. Takashi was sitting in a corner huddled up by himself. He seemed completely different than before. His eyes were sunken in and there were black rings around his eyes. The strange part was that his eyes were still glowing the brilliant blue diamond shine. At this time, Takashi wore dark grey clothing that was tattered up in many places. There were random holes within his clothing that seemed to be made from violent tears. It wasn't simply due to his old clothing, but there were also dirt marks on it. With the bland area and environment, Takashi's snow white hair and brilliant blue eyes were the target of criticism. The young boy sat, he was simply a small boy, no more than the age of 8 at the time. He had his legs up and his hands were hugging his legs. He was sitting with his head on his knees and there were tears in his eyes. Far off in the distance, there was a few more boys who wore similar rags. They had much more normal hair than Takashi had. They even looked less light in comparison to their skin tone. They were looking towards Takashi with judgemental eyes. The young boy could feel their stares even though he wasn't looking directly towards them. They called out to him but he didn't respond. The young boy simply sat in his corner and didn't say anything. He felt his heart rate begin to slowly increase more and more as he heard the sound of their voices getting closer. If there was something Takashi hated at this point in life, it was the voices of these small children that had tormented him so much. One of them had brown hair, the other blonde, and the last had light brown hair. One of them kicked Takashi in the shin, asking if he had heard him. The young boy who huddled in the corner didn't say anything, he obviously didn't want to be disturbed. Soon however, he felt another kick to his shin and he retracted his leg. "What!? You can't hear us!? Are you stupid now too!". One of the boys cried out. He grasped Takashi's hair and pulled him up. The young boy held his face, hiding any and all signs that he was crying or tearing up. However, it was far too apparent as there were still tears in his eyes. His face was rounded and a bit chubby, he always seemed to be in shape or just a bit over it whenever they looked at him....they hated that. "You think you're better than us huh!? You like your white hair I bet snowy! Yeah Snow! I bet your momma left you because you had those really weird eyes! You know, i'd hate to be you. No one wants to adopt a freak like you!" Takashi looked at them with his sorrowfilled eyes. He was being held up by his hair. The young boy was holding his head in pain and misery. He struggled to get out of the grip to no avail. Pushing more and more, one of the boys finally kicked him. It caused some of his hair to rip out and him to smash against the back of the wooden wall. He let out a grunt in agony as the three looked at him. They tossed his hair at him and the one with dark hair grasped Takashi's shirt. The boy's eyes filled with tears as he finally opened his mouth to say something. He didn't like talking because they hated his voice too, but he hated taking the beating. "P-please stop hitting me *sob*" He said as snot was running down his nose and tears flowing down the side of his face. "Eh?! You want us to stop snowy!? Well sure! We can stop hitting you! Just tell us when you want us to stop!". Takashi looked up, cautious yet hopeful as to what they were saying. He wasn't sure exactly what they meant. He opened his mouth to say something but he felt something hit him square in the jaw. A shot of pain slowly filled the side of his mouth. Takashi gritted his teeth as to attempt to take the blow. The side of his face felt like it was on fire. He fell to the ground and was huddled up in a corner. They began kicking him and some of them even began spitting on him. The worst part wasn't even that the kids were kicking him...it was the care takers watching. They were standing in the corner, not saying anything. He was the boy that was talking to those things...whatever those things were...were tormenting others. They weren't sure what it was or what he was. Takashi's imaginary friends were causing such problems. All they could do was label him what they knew it to be...a demon. That's all he was to them, it had to be why he looked so different. He recalled looking out with one eye towards them, laying on his side. His other half of his body was being beat on by stomps and kicks. Blood was now pouring down the side of his face and his mouth. The only thing left was his eye that was shaking...tearing up...looking for the adults for help. Inside he wanted to scream for help but he couldn't. All he could do was look on. His heart twisted and ached. If he had to be honest, he'd take all the beatings in the world, every single one...if it meant he could stop feeling this way. The way his heart twisted and contorted was far beyond any pain he had ever felt in his life. "Oh my children are you okay!?" cried one of the adults. Takashi's eyes lit up for just a second as he was taking the pain. He could feel his body beginning to hurt drastically from the stomping. The boys however, turned around and looked casually towards the teacher. She knelt down and put her hands on one of their shoulders. "Takashi was picking a fight with you again wasn't he? I imagined so....". The boys simply agreed with her and didn't say anything. The care taker meanwhile was giving Takashi a glaring stare that was indicative of her not wanting him. Without another thought, she grasped his ear and began to pull him up. The young Takashi could feel his ribs creaking and cracking. There were multiple bruises on the side of his face. He was also bleeding heavily from some areas. However, that didn't matter to her. What mattered was that she thought he had started a fight. To be more precise, she was lying to make sure Takashi would learn a lesson. It was her way of not understanding...and attempting to exile that which she didn't understand. The way she pinched Takashi's ear was far beyond anything. It was...painful..she was driving her nail into his ear. "You ingrate! We raise you in this orphanage and you go and start fights. This is why we have to hide you whenever the parents come. It seems like yet another batch is coming today! We can't have you bruising up our children. You know what this means don't you!?". She was speaking angrily as she was dragging Takashi across the hall of this old building. The boy had more tears in his eyes as he knew what was coming, he hated this part...anything but this part. He would have taken the beatings over and over...and over again. "No miss Barry, no! Please stop miss Barry! I promise I won't do it again please! Ms. Barry! I promise I won't hurt them. Please I'll even let them beat me up again! You'll see! I'll stop talking to my imaginary friends! Please! Please Ms Bary!". The young Takashi pleaded but the woman didn't listen. "Don't speak! You are trying to get yourself in more trouble are you!? Huh!?". She said as she turned and slapped him across the face where his bruise was. Takashi fell to the ground and more tears came out of his eyes. He didn't say anything, he knew crying a loud made it worse. Soon, she was grasping his ear and once again pulling him into the basement. She dragged him down and he resisted with all of his might. Soon, she opened the door and threw him into it. The Basement...that is where no one wanted to be. They threw you into a room which had no lights of any sort. It was simply black...you would stumble over things which you wouldn't know. It was very small as well, only about the size of a crawl space basement. Takashi had to huddle to himself to be able to do anything in the environment. It was so confined...so dark...so lonely. As though a manifestation of his own mind where he could talk to himself. That loneliness itself...was pain. All of my life...I've felt alone. Ridiculed wherever I want. With no family, nor anyone to care, I was always ostracized. The kids at school made fun of me for my eyes and my hair, no one wanted to become friends because of my lack of social skills. I didn't have a family to come home to. A mother to tell me 'it's going to be alright'...a father to 'guide me'. The only thing I knew since childhood was loneliness in the dark. My childhood was filled with memories of coming hope, opening the door and praying they'd be there. I didn't know who...but someone would be there...but no one ever was. No matter how much I begged or cry no one came. People underestimate it, the feeling of someone saying your name dearly...a friend...anyone. I felt so alone..every day was a living hell.. He had finally trailed off, finally the words escaped his mouth as he spoke. There was so much pain in what he said...however it didn't end there. "Someone whom lived as that wishes for only one thing...a family. The one who finds that family again will do anything to sustain that happiness. Do you know what it is like...Shizuka...Sanamizu, the feeling of constant lingering death?". The riddles seemed to have returned, however, there was more pain behind his words as he spoke. "Allow me..to tell you another tale..." Another month later. "The missions I will have for you will require you to be vigilant," Sozen told Takashi, as the two of them battled with wooden swords on small wooden beams, barely able to support their weight, and extremely wobbly. These logs held them above a large pit of spikes, which, if fallen on, would cause heavy bleeding and pain. "Not only do you need to be aware of your surroundings, but you need to learn to hurt your opponent with them, or lead your opponent to believe they can do the same to you, and then trap them." At this time, Takashi would be forced onto a log that Sozen had actually damaged in the beginning, before they had even started sparring, and it would crumble and Takashi would fall. Another week. "The missions I will have for you will require you to understand how to socialize with people," Sozen told Takashi. "You need to be deliberate in your choice of words, and understand well the ramifications of every action you take or phrase you utter." There they were, in suits, in a noble gathering. A party. Takashi was a butler at this party, in disguise. Sozen had disguised Takashi's hair, nose, and eyes, and even given him cuffs to suppress his reiatsu. Here, he would try to engage in gossip with some of the nobles as he served them champagne, and he would practice the art of eavesdropping on some of their conversations. Another month. "I will be searching for the man who wronged your parents," Sozen told Takashi. "And in the meantime, you will be undergoing many missions that you are perfect for, once your training is complete." At this point, Sozen's and Takashi's speeds were similar, and so it was more difficult to force Takashi back in their sword fight. Another noteworthy feature was that they were able to fight with a waterfall in between them. The wall of water separating them made no difference to their fight. In fact, it aided both of them. And this was what Sozen liked to see. He wanted Takashi to be able to fight in all circumstances. This would be something good. Another week. "Remember, a lion doesn't just pounce on deer," Sozen said. "He waits in the tall grass, and seizes his prey at the right opportunity..." Sozen's blade met with Takashi's, and this time the youth's blade did not break. Sozen was unable to cut through it. This was proof of Takashi's increasing ability and fortitude. Takashi was getting much, much stronger now. And, at the rate all of this was going, he soon would be able to fight Sozen well enough on par, at least on a Shikai level. It would be a while before he could challenge Sozen, but he would be able to survive. And that was what mattered. He may believe Sozen didn't recognize his potential, but Sozen did. And now, it was time for Takashi's first assignment. Takashi's blade was dripping wet, tainted with the blood of the Shiba clansmen that he had recently slaughtered. The explosions made for good cover for their screams. He let out a soft sigh, almost waiting as he killed time. His eyes were closed as the sheath was resting against his lower left thigh, above the knee cap. He looked up, eyes closed as his left hand ran through his hair. Instead of lowering the bangs, his hair slicked back as he readjusted the pony tail with one hand. He looked down, his crystal blue eyes now opening once more; his hair perfectly slicked back except for one strand. Takashi looked forward, grasping his sheath. It was all quiet, the atmosphere being rather silent after the departure of the beasts. It was then that the skyp ripped open. A trans-dimensional rift forced its way open. The red eyes peered down; covered by white masks. They had sent down rays of light from the sky; illuminating Soul Society. Takashi's eyes fell to them. The lights slowly descended down upon the Sekki Sekki gates. They encircled the gates which were soul society's greatest defense; anti reshi. They began to direct the large pillar upwards. The negacion lights came down, perfect timing. They had been all set up by what Takashi had previously done; he signals the direction where they should converge. It seemed Azumi's research had paid off; training with her gave him great scientific knowledge. Takashi was successful in booting her data from before. It was interesting that he was able to make such progress without anyone noticing. Had it not been for that man as well, he wouldn't be able to accomplish what he had done. The training and the trust he had given him were beyond his comprehension; it was good though. It also helped that she had given him great access to the twelfth and its amenities. There was a rumbling in the ground as the shinigami simply stood and watched, his same bored and disinterested look present. The beams of light were now raising the large barrier, rocking the ground as they liberated it. (OOC Note: Play this if you want extra sadness while reading the rest of this: SPOILER: Click to show {Spoiler} *The scene of Takashi's arms liberated from his body, kneeling before Kuroi as blood soaks his entire body; barely able to move* The Segunda looked at the night sky, which was pitch black but for a crescent moon. And he looked at Takashi, a sort of gift to Las Noches from Sozen Kuchikis machinations. "And whatever you decide to do in your future..." Kuroi said. "Your loyalties are neither to Sonken Kouhai, nor Sozen Kuchiki, nor Las Noches, nor the Soul Society. You serve me now." It was then that Takashi reached for his sword. The shinigami slowly took it from his hip and walked over towards Shizuka. It may have seemed threatening again but he slowly raised his hand upwards in a horizontal, offering the sword to her. "I have held something precious to you, now you may hold something very precious to me...". He said as he placed the sword in her hands gently. He brought his hand back off the sword before speaking, looking down at it. "Can you feel it? There's nothing in that sword; not even a spirit. Shinigami have their releases...Shi-kai and Ban-kai. They gain these through communication with their spirit..their souls. These souls are engraved within these swords; however..". Takashi's eyes fell upon the sword, he seemed deeply saddened. "You cannot feel anything from that sword can you?". He said looking up towards her. "That is because I do not have a Zanpakuto spirit, it was taken from me. For the debt I owe. I have scarified part of my self...a man without a soul spirit..". His right hand slowly rose up and placed his fingers over where his heart was. "I too...am a hollow". The words came out softly. He looked towards Shizuka, his eyes seemed devoid of a great many things. Now, she would know everything about him that he chose to tell her. She knew about what he had to do and what he had to sacrifice. The comforts he had given up to pay his debt and live in constant fear, paranoia. He could not sleep in Las Noches, there were Arrancar ready to assassinate him. Soul Society had caste him out. In addition, the Quincy had hunted him for the raid on their strong hold. Finally, humans had gone after him due to his enormous bounty. These eyes, which only lived to serve others, Takashi was nothing but a sword. For the first time, Shizuka's touch had brought him...to life. He looked at her once more. His eyes were as sad as ever, looking into them would simply cause grief and heartache. He was tired, perhaps someone who just wanted to die. A fighter without purpose, swinging for only the masters who hold up his strings. This time, his voice came in very softly as he looked towards her...perhaps seeking an answer. "I'll ask you once more Shizuka..If I were but a man without a soul, could someone love me? If I were to cry out with blood on my hands, would anyone answer me?" ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 400 points (1000) speed - 400 points (1000) spiritual pressure - 100 points (200) reiatsu strength - 33 points (67) light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 100 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 1400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Because I'm Irresistible. ✮ I didn't come for a fight but I will fight 'till the end. ▼ Tears continued flowing out from Shizuka's eyes and dampening her cheeks. She noticed how her hands hurt, unaware of how strong he truly was. She knew he was tough, especially after the act that she had just witnessed. However, she was not prepared for the gravity of his strength to be presented to her just yet. She clenched her hands into fists and winced in pain as she realized how bruised they were. Frowning, Shizuka found herself incredibly disappointed in how hurt she really was after doing absolutely nothing to Takashi. She hated being helpless and that was exactly how he made her feel. It wasn't fair how he could almost toy with her feelings by just being a thing! She was aware of how childish she was when asking for her weapon back. It was all she had and she couldn't risk losing it. For so many years she had used that gun to defend herself against many a foe, but he just took it from her like it was no problem! Truthfully, she believed she was strong. Now she felt like she couldn't possibly defend herself against him or even someone like Sozen ever again. This thought frightened her, too. Shizuka wanted to be stronger but she had no idea how to go about gaining that kind of power other than just kind of winging it. Still, being against Takashi's chest and hearing his beating heart, a heart that sounded just like any other human's, was relaxing to her. I hate this... Shizuka's brain wandered more than it should have. Unfortunately, Takashi was pretty fit and had very defined muscles. Shizuka was a sucker for muscles. They couldn't be too much, though. Like, no body builder stuff going on. That was gross. But if they took obvious care of their bodies and tried being healthy, that was amazing. Shizuka sighed and pushed herself against Takashi further, almost forgetting he was a Shinigami. Almost. It was going to take a lot more than that to fool the Fullbringer into letting her guard down! Although... No! No, no, no! No way. She wasn't going to let that sway her. He was still a monster. Thankfully his voice pulled her out of her inner monologue. Shizuka took advantage of his offering her shoes back and quickly grabbed them, holding them tightly in her hand before she put each one back in her bag. "I don't wish to hurt you. I couldn't even imagine it; even if I wanted to." "That just doesn't many any sense... You shouldn't be this nice to me. I pointed my gun at you!" Takashi silenced her when he put his arm around her waist. She blushed heavily, practically turning her entire body deep red. Reflexively, she put her hands on his arm and grabbed on as he picked her up. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! STOP IT, OHMIGOSH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! Shizuka's face had finally stopped watering, but now she was so obviously embarrassed that it wasn't even funny. Her mind kept rejecting his embrace as he held her close to himself, but her body was practically begging for it. She was so conflicted and had no idea how to react, but this was getting majorly out of hand. After a few breaths, Shizuka was finally able to calm herself. This was going to be so much harder than she originally thought. The Shinigami kicked off the ground and shoved the two of them into the air. Moving as quickly as they were (~1,000 mph, you jerk), Shizuka hardly saw a difference in the scenery until they both stopped. Shizuka looked around herself and quickly noted that they were airborne. This was odd because it seemed like he was just standing on absolutely nothing. She had heard of air ground but she never really saw anybody use it before, so this was new to her. Looking down, she saw the whole city beneath them. She gasped and clutched on to Takashi's arm, afraid he would drop her. Instead, though, he gently allowed her to move on her own while still using him as a balance. "You should be able to walk." You're nasty... Shizuka raised an eyebrow at Takashi and then looked back towards the ground as she slowly started trying to stand on her own next to him. It was cold, especially since they were so high up. Shizuka crossed her arms over her chest and started shivering a bit, causing her to move herself back against Takashi for warmth. She didn't have much body fat on her, so getting cold was very easy and highly uncomfortable. Sadly that didn't last long because Takashi decided to be a jerk and move away, shoving his hands back in his pockets. She rolled her eyes and started shivering again, obviously upset that he had moved away from her. If he was going to kidnap her, the least he could do is keep her warm. She diverted her attention back to the city beneath them, somewhat feeling his eyes on her. "Beautiful... Is it not?" Shizuka flinched heavily as his words caught her off guard. "Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I guess it is." Phew... "At times, I enjoy the view from this area, its quite lovely." "I'm not sure you can tell, but I don't normally come up this high." Shizuka continued shivering. She was trying to warm her own body, but the truth was just that it was too high up on the atmosphere to ignore the cold. It couldn't hurt either of them, but it still bothered her. Shizuka's eyes were still directed down at the people walking around, looking so small and powerless compared to her height. It amused her, though not sadistically. No, it was just humorous. These people felt so large and had no idea how small they truly were. This even included Shizuka, herself. Curious, she finally lifted her gaze back to her Shinigami captor and she realized that he was meeting her eyes with his own. A slight shock went through her body as his eyes caught her, signaling that she was a bit surprised. Well, surprised and now nervous. He started walking towards her and she was about to have a heart attack. She knew it. This was how she was going to die! She wasn't ready for this! She still had animals to adopt and a life to live and targets to kill and just too many things to do before she kicked the bucket! Ugh, but he kept getting closer. She took a few steps back but it didn't seem to matter at all. He approached her still and made her heart pound. She was almost positive he could hear it and she was going to absolutely die any second! But instead of hurting her, he grabbed her chin gently. Shizuka gasped at his touch, as it was neither threatening nor painful. As if someone was off in some distance somewhere saying 'Now kiss.' It was just as he spoke that she was able to feel his true power. "If I wanted, I could kill you right here." Please don't! Shizuka couldn't make the words actually come out of her mouth, but she could feel his immense power flowing around her as she finally realized the difference between the two of them. She was never able to sense energy before, but if she could feel this then it meant that he was dangerous. She wasn't about to push her luck with this guy. The first chance she had to leave, Shizuka was going to book it out of there. She almost started crying again due to fear, but she held it within herself. She wasn't going to show him that she was afraid. There was no way that she could ever show such a weakness in front of such a monster! But... it stopped. The flow of power just stopped. Shizuka's then-clenched eyes opened up slowly as if bracing herself for something scary. Instead of scary, she saw fatigue. Takashi looked so tired, like he hadn't rested for years. Shizuka's face softened, feeling what she could only guess was sympathy for the Shinigami. She was surprised at herself for being able to even feel that in the first place since she had been using up all of her energy hating these people. Takashi's hand left Shizuka's face and she felt a strange longing for him to keep it there. She was always one to want to help others and deeply cared for their feelings. Even if he was a Shinigami, no one deserved to feel that tired. Everyone needs rest. Takashi startled Shizuka by explaining how he didn't want to actually hurt anyone. She couldn't imagine why it bothered him so much, but she felt guilty asking. He probably had some long and involved past referring to a really awful childhood or something, but she wasn't one to make assumptions. Instead, she walked towards Takashi again and took his hand, giving him the most passionate smile she could possibly muster. For now, at least, she would imagine him as one of her own. She was going to see him as a human instead of thinking of his kind as nothing more than garbage. She always had a tender heart. Shizuka couldn't bare seeing anyone in pain, so she always had to dehumanize her targets and see them as toys. This time, though, she was going to do something good. "If I were but a man without a soul, could someone love me? If I were to cry out with blood on my hands, would anyone answer me?" "I'm sure they would. You just need to give them the chance to get to know you instead of being so recluse." As confused as she was by him, she allowed him to tell her his life's story and give her entry into his existence. Shizuka was thankful, yet very suspicious. He had no right to tell her everything about him, yet she did have a particular skill for gathering information. It was something she was always able to work on for herself in order to get details out of a target of hers For something important. Now, as Takashi began speaking, she felt many more emotions than she believed she ever would for Shinigami in her life time. His story touched her heart and she began to feel so sorry for him and what he had to go through. It didn't seem fair in the slightest and no one should have to suffer what he did as a child. Not even him. It seemed as if he was just an outcast for absolutely no reason. Well, no good reason, anyway. People ignored him and hurt him and made him suffer just as they would for any human here that they didn't like. This was repulsive behavior and Shizuka couldn't force herself to look at his face the entire time he explained his childhood life. When it was over and he paused briefly, Shizuka looked up at Takashi, finally, and he just looked so heartbroken to her. Stepping closer to him, as if offering some of her optimism, Shizuka listened as he questioned her about her own feelings on death. Truthfully, Shizuka shook her head in response. She did live a sheltered life as a child and only experienced normal bullying. That wasn't something to just shove off like no big deal, but she felt guilty for even letting it hurt her so much if this was how his life had been. The Fullbringer tensed as Takashi mentioned Sozen. She only had one major experience with him and it was dangerous. He had acted as a substitute teacher at her high school in order to get closer to her then-partner. When they fought, her partner had been badly wounded and unable to battle anymore. This was the first time she ever really looked death in the eye, but it wasn't directed at her. She felt afraid but she wasn't fear-stricken. Still, it left a sour taste in her mouth and she hated it. She never wanted to see that man again or deal with him at all. He alone was responsible for the fright that Shinigami caused her, occasionally taking over her feeling of hatred. She couldn't believe Takashi trained with that monster. Then she heard of his brutal genocide. Shizuka clutched at her heart, sending a silent prayer up to anyone who would grant her wish of hope that those people would rest in peace. Now was when she looked back at Takashi and presented him with the move violently angry face she could muster, almost taking back what she said about him being human. She now regretted her previous assumption and realized he truly was nothing more than a freak. That is, of course, until he spoke more of how he was forced to kill to gain trust. Guilt washed over Shizuka as her expression relaxed again. She, too, had to kill for trust. That was her job every single day, and she was no saint. "I have held something precious to you. Now you may hold something very precious to me..." Shizuka didn't even notice Takashi walking towards her with his sword until she gave him her full attention, almost immediately regretting it. She was thrown off for a moment, believing he was going to take back what he said and harm her for some stereotypical reason like she now knows too much or something. Thankfully she was wrong, sighing in relief as he simply placed his sword in her hands. She was confused. Shinigami got their power from their swords, so she thought. Why was he letting her hold it? He couldn't possibly trust her after just an hour or two of knowing each other. Then again, she hadn't given him a reason not to. Looking down at the weapon, she started to think that maybe she and him were the same. "Can you feel it? There's nothing in that sword; not even a spirit. Shinigami have their releases... Shi-kai and Ban-kai. They gain these through communication with their spirit... Their souls. These souls are engraved within these swords; however... you cannot feel anything from that sword, can you?" "No, I can't. It just feels like a normal sword." "That is because I do not have a Zanpakuto spirit. It was taken from me. For the debt I owe. I have scarified part of my self... A man without a soul spirit..." "But then what does that mean for you?" "I, too... am a Hollow." A Hollow..? Shizuka looked down at the sword and back at Takashi. She realized just how saddened he was and could feel his negative emotions radiating off of him as he remembered moments of his past within the story he told. Did this mean he had no power, though? He was strong, that's for sure. Shizuka could feel that despite not being able to feel much of a power difference at all in most people. That alone got her into enough trouble because she had a terrible habit of challenging people stronger than her and sometimes needing help to defeat them. Still, she had no idea just how big of a deal this was for him. It literally costed him his life, so he was nothing more than a shell. "I'll ask you once more Shizuka... If I were but a man without a soul, could someone love me? If I were to cry out with blood on my hands, would anyone answer me?" Shizuka's eyes met Takashi's once more as she now felt the gravity of his own sorrow. It began weighing down on her the more she thought about it and believed she never wanted anything like this to happen to him again. She didn't like Shinigami. No, she detested them. He only proved everything her aunt had ever said about them being killing machines. Yet, something was different. He wasn't like the others. He wasn't someone she could just point her gun at and kill. Instead, he was the same as any other human with a broken past. He was hurt and alone with no one to be there for him. She returned the sword to him, though. It didn't belong to her. Feeling conflicted, Shizuka lifted her hand to her chin and thought for a moment. Truthfully, she didn't want to be involved with a Shinigami. That reflected badly on her reputation both with her aunt and in Xcution. Her company already knew she would kill any Shinigami she could get her hands on, so they always sent her out to kill them because she held no remorse. Surprisingly enough, a few coworkers whom she had met before didn't think one way or another about the race. They simply did what they were told without question as a good assassin would. It was really only her who had such a strong dislike for them. Well, that she knew of. Shizuka sighed. She grabbed Takashi's right hand with her own and pulled him back down to the surface as she began speaking to him, hoping her words would provide some comfort. "You spared me when I threatened you, so you can't be all that bad. You do have a soul. It's there. You just need to find it again because it's been lost beneath your sorrows. Besides," Shizuka smiled as she turned her head to face Takashi, "I answered you, didn't I?" He may be a little put off by her naive nature, but she wasn't one to complain much about people thinking that of her. Still gripping Takashi's hand, they gently approached the book store where they had been before. The travel took significantly longer that it had when Takashi controlled it, but that was okay. The dried magma was now completely cooled and covered in snow, causing Shizuka to sigh in relief. She was too lazy to clean up her own mess today, so at least it couldn't be seen anymore. She didn't want to cause anymore trouble than she already had. A fault of hers was never covering her tracks, anyway. While no one could really tell it was her causing the damage, she did leave pretty obvious signs that someone with spiritual powers had been there. Once landed, Shizuka kept the Shinigami's hand in hers but stood in front of him, facing the opposite direction. Watching her back, he would notice her shoulders slump a little bit as she considered her actions from before. She felt bad and wanted to apologize, but she was also embarrassed because she was going to apologize to a Shinigami, of all things. So instead, she turned around and gave him the brightest smile she possibly could, hoping he would feel comfort around her. She pulled herself closer to him, careful not to trip or anything because that would be awkward, and gave him a tight hug. She nuzzled her face against his chest, displaying an action she only ever did when she truly felt safe. Honestly, it was something that only happened when she cuddled someone who was significant to her, and that wasn't exactly a frequent thing. Well, that and it was really cold! She wanted to warm her nose and he was super warm for some reason! But regardless, she wasn't being entirely selfish. Maybe he'd be confused about her actions, as that was exactly how she felt. However, she didn't care. This Shinigami wasn't a Shinigami. Instead, he was a man who had just lost himself do to a troubling past and she was willing to help him. Only him, though. She still didn't trust these creatures and she wasn't entirely sure she could trust him. Still, he let her hold his weapon so there had to be some level of established understanding between the two of them. Shizuka didn't want to let go of Takashi, though. She held on to him and closed her eyes. "I think you're a good person. I hate your kind and would do anything to kill them, including risking my own life. You have my sympathies for today and I will do no such thing to you unless you give me a reason to. In that case, I will find you. Even if you kill me and I can only barely leave a scratch, that scar will be there for all eternity for you to remember." Even when trying to be threatening, Shizuka still sounded sweet as a child would. It all kind of went together in one big package, though. Hell, she used a water gun as a weapon to fight. She was bound to have some childish parts of her personality. Nevertheless, she wanted him to understand more than anything that she was going to support him. He willingly told her his story and she believed him. There was no way he could look and feel so sad unless something horrible happened to him. So what was the harm in giving him someone to trust? By now she realized how long she had been clutched against his body, so she quickly let go and took a step back. Shizuka brought her hand up behind her head to play with her hair once more, realizing that she was embarrassed and blushing. "My point is, I think we can form some kind of alliance. You've never really had the chance to actually work with someone, according to your story. You were only ever used as a pawn. So, what do you say?" Shizuka held out her hand to him. "Only shake if you mean it, though. I'm not going to offer this opportunity again." Jeez. An alliance with a Shinigami. She really was going crazy, wasn't she? ✮ Profile | notes: None. STATS & ABILITIES: Strength - [100] Points Speed - [300] Points Spiritual Pressure - [200] = [500] Points Reiatsu Strength - [400] = [1000] Points Light Aura - [60] Points Dark Aura - [40] Points Instinct - [200] = [100] Points Senses - [200] = [100] Points Energy Sensory - [0] Points Healing Expertise - [0] Points Total SP: 1400 Current Skills: (15/16 SkP spent) [Analyzing] {3} [Weapon: Gun] {3} [Stealth] {3} [Strength of Will] {3} [Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {3}

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ Takashi's eyes opened a bit more. For the first time in a long while, there was something there that hadn't been there in a while...hope. When she took his hand he looked down; his expression almost seemed slightly confused. There were hints of the same bored nature, but there was a subtle spark in his eye. Truthfully, he was rather taken back by the way she had gotten accustom to air ground. Her words are what sparked the most interest in him. He grasped her hand softly as she slowly descended down; following her. He wouldn't admit it, but in the depths of his heart, he felt like he'd follow her anywhere she would lead him. There was a soft smile, very rare for the man; just barely seeing the sides of his lips twitch for a moment. Her hand felt so soft, so caring, and so comfortable. For once, in such a long time, the weigh in his bosom had been lifted. So they soared down, Shizuka leading. Takashi's clothes fluttered in the wild as he looked back at her; she was really beautiful right now. "I suppose you did answer me..didn't you?" His voice seemed to have some vigor to it once again. It was then that they slowly descended to the ground; near the area they were before. Takashi hadn't said anything the entire way, he simply enjoyed Shizuka's presence. The way she spoke and acted was a bit child like, she perhaps knew that. However, it was the child within Takashi that had died so long ago. She represented something that had been lost to him for so long...innocence. He blinked as he looked towards her, she was turning her head, shoulders slumped. His burrows furrowed slightly, his mouth open slightly. He was confused as to what she was thinking, his expressions becoming subtly more exaggerated. It was in that moment that she gave him a warm smile, his own mouth attempted to mirror the expression she gave him. However, he knew it would seem very subtle to her, as though he wasn't really smiling at all. However, there was something in his eyes that seemed more human as she looked at him. All the while, she could feel just how happy he was to see her and be within her presence. Truthfully, he loved the feeling of holding her hand. Just the feeling melted his heart and he hoped he could stay here forever in this moment. However, unexpectedly, she had reached in and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. It wasn't like last time, no, he had grasped her to attempt to take her away. Now, she was willingly clutching him. Takashi's arms slowly moved out from her hand and wrapped around her. His right hand wrapped around her lower waist. Meanwhile, his left hand rested upon her upper shoulder. He slouched down slightly and rested his face upon the top of her head. He wasn't sure why he did that, it just felt like the instinctive thing to do. How long had it been since this man felt the embrace of another? His heart was pounding in his chest. Shizuka would be able to hear the echos of his heart beating with the increasing rhythmic pace. His hands gripped her just snug enough to where she could be able to be pressed gently against his body. She could feel his warmth and his strong grasp upon her making her feel safe. The entire presence of Takashi in that moment was screaming, 'I'll protect you'. To Shizuka, it would feel as though come any trouble or any calamity, he would put his body in front of hers; shielding it. The pure joy he felt from grasping her in his arms was exhilarating to say the least. He didn't care too much about anything besides this moment. True, the girls actions were strange but he didn't care. If only he could hold her like this once in his life, it would be enough to drive him for all eternity...did she feel the same? His thoughts were soon interrupted as she spoke, his heart quickening in pace. The way she spoke caused chills throughout his body; his heart feeling the flutter of butterflies around it. Her words spoke deeply to him. It seemed she had a hatred for his kind. He listened to her speak about how far she would go to kill him; he half expected an attack. However, she seemed to realize the difference between them in terms of skill. The way she spoke was indicative of the fact that if he hurt her, she would hunt him down. What spoke to him the most in this embrace was that she was saying she'd leave a scar upon him; something that stayed with him forever. In that moment, Takashi became bold and something slipped his lips. In a quiet voice, he spoke. "Do you not think you have already left an impression within my heart which will reside for all eternity? that impression is as large as every star in the night sky coupled together....". He could barely believe himself. This man, who was a trained assassin was here speaking such tender words. His blade was suppose to exist to only kill without remorse, there was no gentle in the way he slew men. However, as pathetic as it was, he was here, speaking such sweet words; what was coming over him. There was silence as his heart rate began to jump once more; quickening more and more. However, the silence soon ended. The feeling of their embrace would be broken. As she stepped back, he hesitantly let her go. Her hands were now up behind her as she was playing with her hair; he could see the redness in her face. It seemed it was getting too cold for her, or at least he assumed. He still seemed a bit disheartened but she perhaps wouldn't be able to tell. He listened to her speak as she offered something to him he didn't think he'd have, an ally. His expression softened as she held out her hand. He looked towards her, his blue diamond like eyes falling on her gently. Extending his hand, he gripped it firmly but not too firm. He wanted her to feel his conviction and his happiness. "You are unlike anyone I have ever met Shizuka Sanamizu, I will gladly accept your offer". There was a pause as the two of them would exchange glances. He would be holding her hand for a moment before letting it go. Takashi would then look upwards at the sky, he noticed the snow fall was continuing. Looking back down towards Shizuka, he noted her demeanor; she was cold. He raised his hand, speaking with a gesture as he did. "In any case, perhaps we have been out in this cold too long. I too am growing a bit cold with this continuous snowfall. I'll accompany you home or wherever you'd like to go. We can go back to the coffee shop or any place you are comfortable; preferably with heat". Did Takashi just try to make a joke? Yeah he did..God he was so bad at this. In any case, he would look at Shizuka to see just where she would suggest to go. He would watch her undoubtedly put on yet another exaggerated expression as she would speak. ""Well, we could go back to my place, if you want? We're having linguini.". He heard her say as he blinked. He nodded towards her, "I would be honored. Please lead the way". In the back of his mind, he wondered why she said 'we' instead of saying 'I'. He brushed off the thought momentarily. He decided he wouldn't do what he did before and pick her up; it was quite rude. Rather, he would allow her to walk forward to where the house was. With the recent 'attack' no one would be around. In addition, they wouldn't be able to hail a cab for some time with such heavy snow and panic. Instead as Shizuka would turn to walk, she would feel something slightly heavy yet warm wrap around her shoulders; weighing her down. If she turned back, she would notice the shinigami was now wearing his black shinigami attire; his coat missing. If Shizuka looked down, she would notice the thicker coat wrapped around her; keeping her warm. "I imagine my previous stunt has left you a bit chilly. This coat, it is this which keeps me warm during the nights in Hueco Mundo. Additionally, it was made for me by my mother..". He spoke as he continued his pace and walked along side her. He made sure to walk along the curb in case something happened, allowing her to walk on the cleaner side walk. All the while, the man kept his hand loose towards his side. He felt his right hand brush against Shizuka's, but he dared not touch it. In truth, he was quite shy and he couldn't risk grabbing her hand; at least he hoped she would grab his. The man didn't say anything, simply allowing himself to walk in the silence; he enjoyed her company. He would ask her a few questions here and there however. Mainly, they were focused on Shizuka and more about her life; Takashi was deeply interested in her. His eyes held attentive as she spoke, fixating upon her and seemingly being deep into this conversation. It was only a few moments until they finally arrived in an area where the houses were beyond huge. A moment later, they arrived to something that seemed like a mansion; in fact, it was one. Takashi eyed the house, he had never seen a building in the human world so big. He blinked, looking up. "This is..your home?". He questioned her, it still hadn't sunk in to him that she was his ally, a partner if you will. He seemed more fixated and confused upon the fact that he couldn't fathom someone having this big of a home. Even when he was in soul society, his Vice Captain's office was just that..an office. The quarters were humble and a nice living space. Seldom did he live in the Kuchiki household aside from seeing his parents. However, it was more that this house was gargantuan and unlike anything he had seen before. Shizuka seemed to not notice its stature, she seemed quite normal in the way she approached it. She would simply give him a, "Yeah of course silly, whose house would this be?", she would say with a giggle. The shinigami couldn't help but look towards the large house, still unable to comprehend just how huge it was. He blinked a few times, hearing the footsteps echoing to his right. The man's gaze fell upon someone wearing a nice and tidy suit. They seemed rather clean and well groomed, older as well. they wore gloves as the man with gray hair took a soft bow. "Madame, you have returned". Something crossed Takashi's mind. This woman was originally from Japan, however, she had a house here in America as well; how rich was she? She had acquired all these things just for one trip? Just who did she work for? How did she get all this money? He turned to her as she seemed to go through the usual pleasantries, for her again, it was just normal. The conversation fell to the man going out to get groceries. However, Shizuka stopped him, being polite to him as she would anyone else. "No need actually, I'll take care of it!". She said. Takashi didn't say anything, it was obvious no one but Shizuka would be able to see him. The man looked confused, "Madame..are you sure?", he said to her in a way that suggested it was beneath her. "Yeah sure! Why not, we'll take one of the house cars today". The man bowed to her once again, "An excellent choice as ever". He said to her. "I'll have it pulled out right away". Takashi blinked as the man turned around and then began to walk with perfect posture to the side of the house. He turned to Shizuka as he spoke. "How are you able to afford all of this? I am..unsure of what you do. In truth, I have never seen a home this big. You have people to serve you as well...I recall seeing something like this within a magazine". He told her truthfully. Perhaps now he was the one who seemed innocent. He was actually telling her the truth as he looked towards her; blinking. He wasn't sure what to make of all this luxury. After she answered him (you can come in here and respond to all previous stuff nerd queen), a car rolled up. It was the most beautiful Lamborghini the man had ever seen; well it was the only one too. It was custom built and in a sleek design and color, of which hadn't been seen before. Shizuka seemed pleased, "There she is", she said excitedly. Takashi didn't know what to make of things. The man handed her the keys, with a push of a button, the two doors on top slid upwards towards the sky; opening. The leather interior smelled new as Shizuka excused herself and took a seat. Takashi would mirror this as he took a seat before the doors slid downwards shut. The engine roared as Takashi took the seat belt and clicked it to the holder to his side. He looked to see if Shizuka had put on his jacket or if she had handed it back; it was up to her what to do with it. "Where are we heading to?". He asked her, unsure of exactly what they were up to. ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 700 points (1400) speed - 600 points (1200) spiritual pressure - 200 (150) +600 Points [750] reiatsu strength - 300 + 600 Points (900) light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 450 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 2400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Because I'm Irresistible. ✮ I didn't come for a fight but I will fight 'till the end. ▼ Shizuka adored her car. Yes, it was her car. She had it stationed at her vacation house in New Jersey because it was too difficult to drive it on Japanese roads, but it was really a gift from her extended family. Everyone pooled some money together because Shizuka never really asked for much. She could have anything that she wanted and just chose not to want anything at all. She knew her family was wealthy, but that didn't really matter to her. Money was just a thing, and she honestly thought it was normal. She was raised in this way of living and was always around other wealthy families, so it was just an average life to her. Besides, she didn't talk about her family's wealth that much. People would start asking questions. It's not really a big enough deal to hide anything, but Shizuka didn't exactly enjoy sharing too much information about her or her family because of her job. Giggling excitedly, Shizuka pressed a button on her keyless keys that opened the two doors on the pink Lamborghini Gallardo. The keys didn't have any real keys because the car was custom made to be a push-to-start, so as long as the keys were inside the car, it would roar to life. After she was situated and saw that Takashi was also sitting in the seat next to her, she blasted the heat and warmed the two of them up enough to remove his coat from her shoulders and return it thankfully. It was sweet of him to be so considerate to her and offer her his coat, but she knew he was probably cold. After a couple of seconds, Shizuka turned a small knob on her control panel that turned on the heaters beneath the sits so that their butts would warm up, as well. She really did love this car. "Where are we heading to?" Takashi asked, catching Shizuka's attention. "Well, my place, of course! The snow isn't that bad out and my girl has four-wheel-drive and snow tires. We'll be just fine. Besides, I know how to drive like a serious boss." The car growled and roared as the engine started and shook the two of them for a brief moment. Shizuka put the thing in drive and the engine purred beautifully. She knew that her butler was being left behind, but she had asked him before she left if he would mind buying a few things from the store for her. She assured she would send someone else to go get him and make sure it was quickly so he wouldn't be left waiting, but he simply smiled at her and reminded her that he was in no rush and he'd be happy to help. She smiled back and thanked him profusely, then drove off as he waved at the distanced vehicle. Takashi seemed a bit worried and Shizuka assumed it was because he wasn't used to such a fast car. No one was out because of the snow not being plowed yet, but she didn't mind that. More room for her! After about fifteen minutes, they both arrived at Shizuka's house. It was more on the large side and had a very tropical theme. It reminded her of warmth and Caribbean beaches and Florida Cays. She slowly pulled up to the garage doors and pressed another button on her keys, opening the door carefully. She pulled her car in and opened her door, waiting for it to rise up into the air before she got out and pushed it back down into place. She had Takashi do the same before the locked the machine. The garage door closed and Shizuka walked towards the mud room door that connected the rest of the house to the garage itself. As Takashi looked around, he would notice the garage was incredibly clean and had a custom flooring added to it that was covered in black sparkly tiles with a thin clear casing over the entire ground that protected them from damage and made cleaning easier. Again, this was just normal to Shizuka. Shizuka clutched her bag closely to her and grabbed Takashi's hand, dragging him into the house along with her. After closing the door behind them, she told Takashi to remove his shoes and just leave them in the mud room because that would cause less of a mess. She did the same and then took him on a brief tour of her vacation home. The ceilings were high and the main entrance had curved staircases descending from both sides of the room. In the center was a large crystal chandelier that produced brilliant light and intensified the entire place. Directly underneath was a small table with a large pot on it that held a rose bush. The room to the right was a music room with a piano and harp, along with tons of books on music and different scores. There was a variety of furniture within that room, as well, including a couch and matching coffee table. To the left of them was a dining room with a very typical furniture setup. Another crystal chandelier was hanging from above the dining table, but it was smaller in size and much less intricate. Upstairs had all of the various bedrooms and offices aside from her parents' and the basement held a game room, theater and bar. Around in the back yard had a beautiful pool and hot tub that were both covered up because of the winter weather and even had a patio with a roof over it like some Greek temple. Shizuka was incredibly used to the size, so this was nothing to her. The home she had back in Japan was very similar because this was the style of house that her parents both enjoyed the most. Once the brief tour was over, Shizuka brought Takashi upstairs into her own room which was about the size of an average high school classroom but significantly more colorful and interesting. She had a California King-sized bed (because why not) that had four poles on each corner that connected as a canopy with deep purple silk fabric decorating it. She had dark wooden floors with a bright pink faux fur rug that was placed at the foot of her bed. Shizuka had a walk-in closet that might as well be a guest room in itself and a large bathroom that connected to her own bedroom. Within the bathroom was a large jacuzzi tub with a flatscreen TV connected to the wall above it (again, because why not). The shower alone was really a spectacle because it could easily fit five people comfortably with enough space for them to each have their own bubble of room. The walls and door of it were made of crystal and everything else was detailed in a light colored marble. The reason Shizuka's parents invested in such things was truly because one day, someone would be looking to buy their house and pay a fortune for it. That alone could help them make certain payments and keep their family car collection up to date. It may seem pointless since they were wealthy already, but money doesn't always last forever. Better be safe than sorry, right? At least, that was how her parents always thought of it. The Shinigami would more or less be in awe at the sight of her room, wandering around it quietly as he inspected each detail. Shizuka smiled at his curiosity, hardly blaming him for being so astounded. She wasn't showing off or anything. She genuinely thought this was just like anyone else's life. Shizuka got an idea, realizing that Takashi had mentioned something before about having to sleep under rocks or something ridiculous. She didn't want him to have to go through that again, and she definitely had the space! He'd have to be around Hebika, too, since she usually slept in Shizuka's bed. But Shizuka just assumed Takashi would take one of the guest rooms, so she didn't worry about it too much. "Uh, do you want to use the shower or jacuzzi? I have some towels you can use if you want! As for a place to sleep..." Shizuka trailed off a bit. Takashi taken aback by her offers. For a really long time, he hasn't had a legitimate place to stay or any money to get him anywhere. He lacked friends or people he could trust and just wasn't quite sure how to take what she was telling him. How could someone actually care about his well-being? So many others were out to assassinate him because of his past, but she wanted to help. Still, he wasn't sure if he could trust her just yet. She seemed nice and didn't look like the type, and he knew that if she wanted to kill him, she would have at least attempted. She did threaten him, after all. Still, it was sweet of her to provide him with a place to stay for the night and a hot shower to use. "... a guest room you could use for as long as you want!" "As long as I want?" Takashi looked down at his clothes and noted silently to himself that he would definitely feel better after a nice shower. He decided to take her up on that offer, at least, and allowed her to take his hand and drag him into the bathroom. Shizuka pulled out two towels and a wash cloth, and then told him that he was free to use whatever soaps and hair things he wanted. She could tell he was thankful, so she let him have his own alone time. She left the bathroom and waved at him before she shut the door, leaving him by himself. Once the door was shut, she heard the water squeak on and she sat down comfortably on her bed, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She didn't realize how late it was until she looked at the clock. 8:16pm, it said. For a while, all she did was think about her past as it flashed before her eyes. Not like in a death way, but in a memory way. It was relaxing to her to be able to daydream about things even if they actually happened. Truthfully, her favorite thing to do was just zone out and let her mind wander. In case anyone hasn't noticed, her mind wanders a lot. In fact, it wanders so much that she was able to go through about three different day dreams in the course of fifteen minutes before she heard the door creak open in the bathroom after the water turned off. She assumed Takashi was done and opened her eyes, sitting up again on her bed. She didn't get the chance to wash his clothes, of course, but she had some larger sweats and stuff he could borrow. She was about to get up and grab them when she noticed the bathroom door open. Thankfully, Takashi was wrapped around in a towel. "Shizuka, you wouldn't happen to have more clothes, would you?" "Oh, yeah, totally! I was just about to grab them wh--" Takashi walked towards Shizuka but didn't realize his towel snagged on the knob that was on the bathroom door. It slipped right off and fell to the floor, but this wasn't some anime. This was real life. There was no magic steam covering his man parts. They were right there out in the open and Shizuka immediately turned such a bright shade of red that she probably wouldn't have been able to see the color since she was colorblind. Her jaw dropped and she lost her footing, causing her to fall over and catch herself on the ground before quickly getting back up and covering her eyes, rushing over to her closet to grab some clothes for the Shinigami. Once she had a jacket and some sweat pants, she shoved them out at him with her eyes closed. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to look, I swear! Oh my gosh. Um, just take these! Ugh, this is so awkward! Not that you're awkward, but I mean that this situation is awkward! Except now it's worse... Please take the clothes!" Well, this is working out wonderfully. Shizuka turned around quickly and kept her eyes closed as she stood as straight as physically possible, as if she was some guy in the army. There was no way she could recover from what just happened and she felt so embarrassed! She just totally saw Takashi naked and she was almost positive he either felt equally embarrassed or just didn't care at all, but she was too nervous to turn around and find out herself. If she was being honest, though, he wasn't that bad to look at. Wait, no! Those thoughts are bad! She shouldn't have those kinds of thoughts about Shinigami! And yet he was so nice and sculpted... UGH, NO WAY! She had to stop! What was happening to her?! ✮ Profile | notes: None. STATS & ABILITIES: Strength - [100] Points Speed - [300] Points Spiritual Pressure - [200] = [500] Points Reiatsu Strength - [400] = [1000] Points Light Aura - [60] Points Dark Aura - [40] Points Instinct - [200] = [100] Points Senses - [200] = [100] Points Energy Sensory - [0] Points Healing Expertise - [0] Points Total SP: 1400 Current Skills: (15/16 SkP spent) [Analyzing] {3} [Weapon: Gun] {3} [Stealth] {3} [Strength of Will] {3} [Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {3}

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ OOC: This post may be a bit raunchy. Takashi's dazzling blue eyes fell upon the confines of the bathroom. Well, more like the miniature kingdom at hand. It was lined with towels, soaps, shampoos, bath salts, and anything bath related with variety to match. He blinked as the door closed and he turned to his right to see the giant mirror that was facing him. The room was closed off, much like a sanctuary and was quite clean. He noted the variety of faucets and the beautiful decorations on them; Shizuka did indeed out do herself. His eyes then fell upon the shower, yes the master of the bathroom. The giant shower was beyond massive. He saw the large open space which had a great deal of shower heads that seemed to be able to hit him from every angle. The craftsmanship of the shower was truly beautiful, the glass was all too inviting. Takashi would comply with everything. Takashi let his eyes trail around the entirety of the bathroom, it was truly humongous. It had been such a while since he had seen such a large house. Even with the car ride, he recalled just how quickly Shizuka drove. She had so many things and Takashi grew up with nothing. In truth, the only thing he had seen bigger was in soul society. He couldn't believe that a human had so much in this world; how much money DID she have? Even this bathroom, it was probably the size of half of his orphanage if not a bit smaller. His eyes trailed to the variety of bath items as well, there was quite a few things; rather unnecessary. He let out a soft sigh, it was so nice to feel a sense of enjoyment and happiness; it was actually quite relaxing. In any case, it was time to have something he hadn't had in a long time (ominous foreshadowing) The man slowly took off his robe. He made sure to take off his white coat and then hang it up on the towel rack. He then took off the shinigami robes, placing them alongside the overcoat. The man was fully bare now, he looked in the mirror for just a moment, he had to admit he had looked well. It had been a while since he had inspected himself so thoroughly, but it was nice to be a bit shallow on occasion. He slowly made sure to flex his muscle until he was content. Making his way over to the variety of bath items, he decided to take some and open them; smelling them to see which was to his liking. The man took them with him into the large shower. At first, he didn't seem to know what to do. He fiddled with the knobs, unsure of where to pull or where to turn. A moment later, he had figured out how to increase the temperature; the water soaking him from the top in many angles. The water began dripping down his entire body, soaking him. The man's sculpted body began to drip with the small droplets of water. He closed his eyes and sulked his neck, a hand on the shower wall as the water flowed down. With his right hand, he moved it to his hair and slowly pulled back. He slowly looked up, moving his hair back; letting the warmth engulf him. His rock hard physique becoming cleansed of the impurities. He opened his eyes a moment later, looking down now. Grasping the soap, he began rubbing it so the soap formed. He started rubbing down his body on the drier area as he shut off the water. A moment later, he was washing it off. It was only a second later that the soaped water slid down his entirety. A moment later, he was utilizing the shampoo to wash his hair. He repeated this cycle a few times as the steam of the shower emitted. Takashi let out a sigh as he stood in the shower. He allowed the water to run down his body as he looked up and allowed it to engulf him. He let out a sigh of relaxation; it had been so long. Sleeping under rocks, or in the sand was really not ideal, but necessary for the man. His hands stretched out as he turned away from the shower heads. He allowed it to hit his back and work out the kinks in his neck. He allowed himself to groan and stretch, it was really nice to move his muscles around. The worst part was how much he had to hold back, it was like living in a world of cardboard. For now, he allowed himself not to move too much. The water soaked his entire body as he began to wash himself once more; his hands pulling his hair back. It was only a moment later that he felt he had been showering for too long. The man let out a sigh as he finally shut off the water. It was only a moment, but the cold began to sink into his body. He didn't shiver, he opened the door and then took a towel as he stood there. His body began being patted down by the dry towel. He continued to dry himself with the towel until he was clean. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he took another towel on a rack and placed it on his head. The man stepped out of the shower, now free from the water but his skin still slightly wet; droplets of water still dripping. He let out a gentle sigh as he slowly walked back out. Turning to his right, he noticed that the mirror now became opaque. He took his hand, slowly moving it against the glass. It became slightly blurry as his face did too. He could feel some emotion washing over him for a moment but he decided to ignore it. His eyes looked around, trailing the bathroom walls to inspect it once again. The man knew his clothes could use a washing. Given Shizuka's wealth, he could figure that she would have some clothes..or so he hoped. He had even left his sword out. Given his ability though, it seemed like he would need it in case things got bad. In truth, he really hoped that she wasn't another assassin. In any case, he continued to rub his hair so the water would get soaked up by the towel. He turned as the towel caught on a knob. He didn't really notice, still in his thoughts. The man opened the door as he tossed the towel into the laundry basket which was present. As he walked out and opened the door, he noticed Shizuka fiddling around on her computer; laying on her bed. He blinked as he asked her a question. She seemed to get bright red as her eyes seemed to trail down to his member. The man didn't really blinked as he trailed down to where she was looking; ah yeah that. He looked back up to her as he noticed she was now on the ground; closing her eyes. She suddenly bolted out to get some clothes and shoved it towards him. She seemed so nervous as she spoke, why was she so nervous now? He blinked a few more times as he noticed her strange demeanor. For once, he decided to play upon it, it was some strange sensation that was taking over him...for now. There was something quite interesting about her. The way Shizuka was and the things she said had really changed him. The looked so beautiful, the way her golden hair was. Her eyes were gorgeous and the clothes she wore clung to her, her interesting body shape. He couldn't felt but feel a strange sense of arousal; even from his member. There was a certain sensation that she made him feel something special. The things she said made his heart beat quicker, the pace intensifying due how he felt about her. In such a long time, there was someone who actually accepted him and cared about him. The felt something synonymous to infatuation and happiness. He couldn't help but feel these sensations and for now, he decided to act upon it. He took the clothes she handed him and watched her turn around; standing in attention. He blinked a moment later as he looked at her; still in the bare. A moment later, she would see the clothes flung past her at at high speeds, flying on to the edge of the bed. From behind her, there would be a low voice that emitted. "What If I want to stay this way?". His voice came lower and as she turned around, he slowly walked towards her, pressing himself slightly behind her; half expecting her to move forward, jumping. He blinked as his imposing figure stood behind her. His hands slowly fell to her shoulders. He knew even as he placed his hands, Shizuka would move further away, pushing away from him. He would feel her scurry forward, flustered and unsure of what was happening. This was so sudden and so unexpected. Takashi didn't let her move around too much. His body flickered and the door shut, it seemed he hadn't even moved. "You cannot run, you know this". He said to her in a rather ominous tone. Truthfully, he wanted to see if she really was an assassin. Takashi wasn't one to force or push, but this would show him if she really was going to assassinate him. He blinked once more, a moment later, he was in front of Shizuka; his hand on her wrist. The figure stood in front of her, his wet white hair dripping wet and his cool diamond blue eyes looking towards her. He made sure to hold the wrist firmly; his eyes gazing upon her. He wanted her to look at him, his body full. He pulled her hand slowly downwards, making her nervous as to where it was trailing. He blinked as he looked at her, his muscular abdominal muscles flexed. He made sure to make eye contact as he slowly brought her hand to his top abdominal muscle. He slowly pushed her hand down as she would be forced to feel the sculpted muscle. A moment later, he was leaning in, his other hand on her chin, raising it so she would meet his gaze. "I could do anything right now...", he whispered as he became more provocative. He was half expecting her to do something as he slowly moved in, still holding her hand slightly as so she couldn't escape. He allowed her to inspect him as he moved in ever so slowly; every sculpted muscle exposed by the light. He would lean in, still holding her chin. His soft lips meeting her own, he tensed his body, half expecting her to attack him; but nothing came. Instead, his arm wrapped around her lower back and pulled her in. He felt the excitement and tension building as his bare body was pressed against hers; kissing her passionately. The kisses intensified as he pulled away a moment later. He blinked as he met her gaze, his beautiful blue eyes, considered the most beautiful in Soul Society peered at her. He blinked a moment later as he picked her up by her back again. A moment later, she would be pressed against the wall ever so lightly. Takashi's hands were now pressing her wrists to the walls as his head slowly trailed down and began to kiss her neck lightly. His mouth slowly opened and began being slightly rougher as he bit down; marking his territory. He continued to kiss her neck and her cheek as the passion intensified; pinning her to the wall. A few moments later, Takashi's hands would fall away from her wrists and slowly trail down to her hair, tugging at it lightly as he rose to kiss her. The passion continued until his hands moved down to her hips as he moved back and looked towards her. His eyes seemed a lot softer now that he saw she didn't hurt him in any way; he had expected her to make a move. Rather, he looked down towards her with a look of joy and content; he hadn't felt so alive in such a long time. He soft sigh escaped his lips as his one of his hands slowly rose to gently push aside a strand of her hair that was obscuring his view of her. He let his hand fall on her cheek and slowly moved it down her cheek. "I can stop if you wish...Shizuka". He said in a low register as he looked towards her; she was so beautiful as the light hit her eyes. He blinked a moment later as he slowly smiled to her; a half smile. ♕ profile | notes: Dis post 2 sexy 4 U (Rated R Post). STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 700 points (1400) speed - 600 points (1200) spiritual pressure - 750 Points reiatsu strength - 900 Points light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 450 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 2400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Because I'm Irresistible. ✮ I didn't come for a fight but I will fight 'till the end. ▼ "What If I want to stay this way?" Wait, what? Shizuka was a bit confused, though she would admit she didn't totally hate the suggestion. She should hate it because that was the only thing that made logical sense, but she couldn't help it! He had taken the clothes from her, and Shizuka was still turned away from him. He had thrown the clothes she offered him right by her to the edge of her bed, causing her face to become even more red. She knew he rejected the offer, but not to be rude. He rejected it for some other reason and she started becoming even more nervous and tense than she was before. She had no idea what his aim was, but her heart started pounding against her chest as she looked down at the floor frantically, trying her best to avoid eye contact. She started to turn around but felt his body press against the back of her own. Startled, she jumped forward and tried moving away, but he placed his hands upon her shoulders gently and brought himself back to her. Shizuka still tried to get herself away, though not in a panicked or threatened kind of manner. She just wasn't sure how to take his advances. Before she knew it, she heard her door shut and she gasped. He moved so quickly and she could barely even see it! She felt trapped. What was he going to do? Was he going to try to kill her? That couldn't possibly happen, right? They made an alliance. He wouldn't try to hurt her because she made an oath that she would hunt him down until he killed her first. She turned to face him, slight fear showing in her eyes. They were betraying her, unfortunately. She knew he was much stronger than her after he displayed his power and told her his story, but none of this was making sense. She couldn't get out unless she somehow managed to get past him, and this was becoming a little too potentially deadly for her tastes. Shizuka was about three seconds from activating her powers and defending herself. "You cannot run, you know this." "Maybe not, but you don't look like you're in any position to threaten me." Even her voice betrayed her. It sounded shaky, giving away how uneasy she was feeling around him. In barely even a second, however, Takashi was right back in front of Shizuka. He grabbed her wrist and looked directly into her eyes. She realized he wasn't totally dried off yet and briefly worried if he'd catch a cold, but then she remembered this wasn't the time to occupy her mind with useless thoughts like that. He was trying to intimidate her! Or so she thought. He kept her gaze but began moving her shaky hand. She resisted for a moment, but she quickly learned that it was pretty useless. Takashi moved Shizuka's hand to his abdomen, moving it downwards slowly. She felt him flex a bit, though he honestly didn't need to. Her fingers slowly traced over each muscle and she blinked at him, not realizing how nice abs felt. Like, they were really, really nice. Shizuka had never felt abs before so this was a bit exciting for her, regardless of how afraid she was. He didn't seem to want to hurt her, so she let her guard down for just a moment. Instead, she enjoyed what she could. Once he stopped her hand (much to her disappointment), Takashi leaned in closer to her and held her chin up with his free hand, catching her gaze once more. She didn't realize she was looking away until she looked back up. Shizuka was a bit distracted. "I could do anything right now..." "Wha-what..?" Shizuka's eyes widened. He leaned closer to her once again and Shizuka panicked. She gritted her teeth and looked down at her hand, struggling to get it free from his. This really was such a pointless action because he was so much stronger than her, so he really wasn't going to let her go. Her head quickly moved back and her gaze locked with his. Her eyes betrayed her once more, showing how worried she actually was. He kept moving closer to her face, not showing any emotion. She couldn't read him and it was impossible to escape, so she closed her eyes tightly and waited for whatever was about to come. But instead of anything bad, Shizuka opened her eyes again in surprise when she realized he was kissing her. Her entire body relaxed and she stopped fighting him, letting her eyes slowly close again as she kissed him back. His arms wrapped around her lower back so he could pull her closer and she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. A voice in her head was telling her that this was wrong and that it needed to stop, but a different part of her body told her it was fine and that she needed to let him continue. She began feeling something that was relatively unfamiliar to her; a feeling she hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. It was something raw, something very animalistic in human nature. Shizuka pulled Takashi closer to herself, realizing just what this feeling was. Shizuka was horny. All too soon, the pattern of kisses stopped and Takashi pulled away from her. Shizuka tried pulling him back to her but couldn't, almost forgetting about how strong he was. Instead, his eyes met hers and she saw what seemed like a beautiful sparkle shine on his sapphire irises. She was easily distracted by them, especially since she had never seen such a beautiful shade of blue before. But as she was looking into his eyes, he wrapped his arm around her and picked her up. She tightened her hold around his neck, though he probably didn't need her to support herself at all. He held her against a wall and trapped her there, making sure she couldn't get away. Her heart felt like it was going to jump our of her chest at any minute. Takashi's hands held Shizuka's wrists once again and moved them gently against the wall to hold her there as his kisses began trailing down her neck. Shizuka's eyes closed as she smiled, loving the slight tickle each one gave her. She felt his mouth open and realized he was giving her a little bit more than just light kisses now, but she was enjoying it. He'd know she was, as well, because that was when she started letting out soft moans in response. Her body moved against the wall automatically, practically begging him to come closer to her. She dared not to speak it, though. Shizuka felt a light tug on her hair as her wrists were released, but she was more surprised that he knew she liked that. Maybe it was a lucky guess, but he was doing something right. It was only a moment before he kissed her again and she slid her hands up to gently cup his face. She ran her right hand through his hair and played with it gently while her left kept its place just under his cheek. Too soon he left her once again, and she watched as his eyes looked over her body. She stayed against the wall, breathing a bit heavier than usual. He seemed much calmer now. Not as threatening and scary as he was before. And honestly, Shizuka liked it. She closed her eyes and smiled once again, laughing softly to herself. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and with a Shinigami, no less! No doubt her aunt would be furious if she ever found out about this, but she would be sure to keep it hush-hush. She felt Takashi's hand gently brush a strand of hair away from her face and she looked back up at him, blinking just a few times. He placed his hand on her cheek and caressed it, allowing Shizuka the ability to bring her own hand up to hold his. She nuzzled her cheek into his hand, keeping the smile on her face. Something about him was just so nice right now. But then, he caught her attention when he spoke to her. "I can stop if you wish... Shizuka." Shizuka looked back at his eyes again, seeing him finally give her a genuine smile. There was nothing fake about his expressions now and she was happy about that. She never expected anything like this to happen with anyone, let alone a Shinigami. Yet, there was something about Takashi that caught her attention more than normal. And everything he was doing just felt really nice. He was being gentle with her, yet forceful enough at the same time. It was just a pleasant mixture and it was just the right amount, too. Shizuka's eyes moved away from his as she thought about what he said, then met back with his when she had an answer. "I don't want you to stop. If I did, I would have said so by now. But I didn't, so don't. Please..." Now was when she was pretty close to begging him. It was his fault for turning her on, but she was sure that if he didn't want anything like this, he would have stopped by now. Right? At least, that made the most sense to her. Besides, there was something on him that she wanted to play with. Shizuka held both of Takashi's hands with her own and led them to the bottom of her shirt. She motioned for him to take off her shirt and helped a little bit so that it could come off quicker. She was mostly just worried that he would literally rip it off, and this was her favorite outfit. "If you want to see more, you'll have to come get it." Shizuka took the opportunity she had to move over to her bed and sit on it, removing the boots from her feet. She raised her finger and waved it towards herself in a "Come hither" type of way, telling him that he should follow her. As Takashi got closer, Shizuka motioned for him to join her. Once he was on the bed, she would hold his shoulders and have him lay down so that she could straddle over him on her hands and knees. She gently lowered herself closer to him so that she was almost touching him, having the only real thing between her lower half and his be her right hand. This time, she was the one smiling at him. She still had most of her clothes on, but she met her lips with his once again as she began grinding herself against him, forcing her hand to rub the most sensitive part of his body. Shizuka parted from his lips and moved to his neck, mimicking what he did to her before. She started with soft kisses but then slowly licked from his clavicle to just below his ear before she gently nibbled on it. After a short while, every feeling she had began intensifying and she wasn't going to be able to just tease him much longer. She sat up, placed both of her hands on his chest, and smirked. "I think this is a good time to turn off the lights, don't you?" Shizuka said as she clapped twice, making the entire room darken. Only the moon and lights from the city illuminated the two of them as the feint brightness intruded through her windows. ✮ Profile | notes: None. STATS & ABILITIES: Strength - [100] Points Speed - [300] Points Spiritual Pressure - [200] = [500] Points Reiatsu Strength - [400] = [1000] Points Light Aura - [60] Points Dark Aura - [40] Points Instinct - [200] = [100] Points Senses - [200] = [100] Points Energy Sensory - [0] Points Healing Expertise - [0] Points Total SP: 1400 Current Skills: (15/16 SkP spent) [Analyzing] {3} [Weapon: Gun] {3} [Stealth] {3} [Strength of Will] {3} [Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {3}

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ The tension flared between the two as they kept fixated in a mesmerizing gaze. In truth, Takashi's heart was pounding in his chest. The nervousness filled his entire being, it had been so long since he had felt this alive. Most of the time, he was preoccupied with the trifling of Las Noches or being targeted for assassination. The butterflies like tingling sensation began to envelope his entire being, wanting him to do nothing more than lust after Shizuka. His primal instincts taking over and his only thought being to ravage her, to make her want it like he was going to hurt her, be rough with her. He wanted nothing more to take her in her entirety. He felt light as she finally spoke the words of acceptance. She gave the convict the key that would unlock her body and soul for this night; and trust me, he was quite ready to put that key into the hole (yes that was a sexual metaphor). His body trembled as she was begging him to take her tonight, make her his. To use her for every second of pleasure he wanted to feel, taking her body and dominating her. He was going to lean into a kiss when she stopped him. Taken, back he narrowed his eyes out of curiosity. What was going on? Where did all this confidence suddenly emerge from? He had thought Shizuka would simply be taken by him, unable to do anything but feel his dominance. This was definitely new and unexpected, yet exciting at the same time. He could only blink as he watched her seductively crawl to the bed. His deep blue eyes watched as she took a seat and took off her boots. Takashi simply tilted his head as she waved a finger. He didn't know how she had so much control over him, but it worked. Just her showing so much confidence was enough to arouse him a hundred times over. In fact, he was standing there bare so she could see his throbbing part in front of her. Without hesitation, the man confidently walked over to join her in his bare form. His deep blue eyes fixated upon her, the intense gaze looking at her. There was almost a sort of longing yet danger in his eyes. Almost one that would say, 'I'll have to hold back my strength, even though it feels so good'. There was a hint of a smirk which slowly grew as she took his shoulders and straddled him. She was almost touching him as he layed down on the bed. It would be all too apparent that his member would be in between her legs as she got on top of him. His white hair was pulled back as he confidently smirked towards her; little did he know what she was about to do. His hands slowly took to her hips, moving downwards to touch her behind as she leaned in. He leaned up a little as he began to kiss her. First, his lips touched hers softly before getting more and more aggressive. He wanted to be rough with her, wanted to show her tonight she was his. He could do whatever he wanted to her...and he was going to too. They kissed passionately until Shizuka decided she was going to take control. She began swaying her body back and forth as her hand naturally pleasured his most sensitive area. He let out a moan through the kissing, not expecting something like that to come so soon. "Uh...Shizuka...", he said in a soft whisper. He leaned back as she somehow took control of this man. He felt her lips against his neck as she was stroking his area, he couldn't help but keep his hands on her rear end and squeeze, at times helping her glide along with his strength. Every part of his body wanted nothing more than to touch her. He wanted to take her and show her what kind of man he was. Tonight, he wanted her to moan loudly in pleasure. He wanted to make her feel so many things, to call out his name while he was deep inside of her. However, for now, she had all of the control. Shizuka continued down, kissing his clavicle as Takashi closed his eyes for a moment, the sensations he felt was beyond arousing. He had to control himself from not turning Shizuka over right there and taking her. She would feel him throbbing in her hand as his breathing became more and more shallow. "Shizuka...ugh", the shinigami couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted her, he wanted to take her. Do the most primal things to her right now. She got more intense as she took a route to his ear, nibbling on it. Takashi's hands began to trail her body, he was already tugging at her shirt to make her clothes come off. It was then that he felt her soft hands against his hardened chest. His eyes opened as he looked towards a smiling Shizuka. She was suggesting it was time that they became more..intense. Takashi grinned ever so slightly in agreement. He allowed Shizuka to clap as the lights went dark. In that moment, he turned her over so she was suddenly on her back. Like an animal, she could see him doing the same to her again. He held her wrists down and began to kiss her passionately. Slowly the scene grew darker as Takashi was in the midst of taking off Shizuka's top. The darkness took over and in that night, Shizuka and Takashi engaged in passion. They felt their bare bodies pressing against one another. The pleasure was intensified by the passion they felt for one another. Moaning, pleasing, reciprocating. The sexual intensity was on an entire different level as the night dragged on. (To read the Full X rated full version click the spoiler below) SPOILER: Click to show Are you serious? You clicked this? You're a pervert. Go feel ashamed of yourself. Why would Sana and I even write this out? Soon, the light of the morning sun began to shine through the window as the ground was littered with clothing, all chaotically spread about. The sheets were ruffled as a pair of two whom were laying close on the bed which admittedly had some marks on it; Sorry Shizuka, Takashi had to take his strength out of something! The ex shinigami's eyes opened up slowly as he looked towards the woman laying next to him, a half smile emerged as he looked back up towards the ceiling. He took in a deep breath and exhaled out as he saw Shizuka laying beside him; inspecting her. He was glad she wasn't fully on him but he wanted to wake her up in a rather sensual way. A moment later, Takashi was slipping under the covers again. A moment moments passed as he was under them. Shizuka would feel a tingling sensation followed by pleasure. This continued on until she woke up. Time passing as Takashi was relentless in his sexual appetite it seemed. It continued on until Shizuka could no longer take anymore and Takashi finally emerged from under the sheets. He took his place next to her and stretched out slightly, he seemed a have a victorious look, despite how nonchalant he acted. He rested his head against the board of the bed as he grinned very slightly towards her. His emotions were still harder to show and to read. He could only give out so much to her as he attempted to fix the hole in his heart. Somehow, being with Shizuka made him feel things he had never thought possible. He took a deep breath as he gazed at her. Finally, he would say it, "Well goodmorning Shizuka", he said in a rather confident tone. He was feeling rather happy today. He leaned to look towards her as his right hand slowly caressed her cheek. He was looking at her once again with passion but something happened that he did not expect to happen. There was a knock at the door with the call of Shizuka's name. Takashi turned over to her, he was unsure of what was happening. However, he moved back, relaxing and throwing the sheets from himself. He paid no attention as he laid fully out, laying flat on the bed; still bare. Why should he even care? Takashi was a shinigami and most no one could actually see him. Rather, he simply turned to the woman. "Is that something you should get after getting dressed?", he questioned her as his rather calm expression took to looking at her. To Takashi this was no big deal, he thought that it was another one of her servants or something. He decided to pay it no attention for the time being and allowed her to do as she pleased. ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 700 points (1400) speed - 600 points (1200) spiritual pressure - 750 Points reiatsu strength - 900 Points light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 450 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 2400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)