The Corruptioning (Jak/Takara Training R)

[Jak Halcom]

OOC: Training for CTP

Jak stumbled around the dark allies of Karakura town. Ever since Hotaru visited him several days ago, he had not been feeling right. He has been uncharacteristically aggressive, and his right arm was burning worse than it ever has before. Usually he was able to burn other people, but he would be fine, but now it seems that the heat was spreading from his arm to the rest of his body. The head was getting stronger by the day, and it is slowly driving him insane.

He was glad for the cover of the darkness of night. There was not even a moon out to reveal his sorry stat to the world. His tanned skin was covered with sweat from the heat that only he could feel. His black hair stuck to the back of his neck and forehead no matter how many times he tried wiped them. His right arm was glowing a bright red which would dimly illuminate the darkness around him like the embers of a dying fire. 

Jak wore his usual black leather jacket, and black finger-less gloves with studded knuckles, but they too were getting wet from his sweat, and he was tempted to take them off. His dirty and torn blue jeans torn even more than usual. It looked like he had been fighting a pack of dogs. The only piece of clothing that seemed to not irritate him, or looks like it will fall apart, was his black and blue sandals. He stopped in the ally and sat against the cold trying to rest.

The heat was intensifying. He clutched his chest trying to bear the heat until it fades away again. He clenched his teeth clutching at his burning red arm. It was glowing brighter making the heavy black chain that snaked up his arm glow a dull red. His breathing started getting faster and more labored as the pain intensified. He cried out in pain just waiting for it to be over. He felt anger, rage, sorrow, and pessimism start to over come his mind. He wanted to just watch the world burn. No, he wanted to be the one burning it.

[Takara Takeda]

Takara was walking throughout the town of Karakura once again this time during the over of night. It had been another few days since her encounter with the last Shinigami. The last one had been an innocent young girl that had only just become a Shinigami to Takara's knowledge. She had posed as little of a threat to Takara and her ideals and plans for the future of Soul Society as Takara actually posed a threat to Soul Society right now . . . which just meant that neither was a threat at all depressingly.

Takara knew that she still had to be very careful in this town and it wasn't just because of all the hollow activity that this town seemed to have for some reason. Takara had been programmed with the knowledge hat most places in the world of the living were frequently attacked or even visited. This town though seemed to be a massive focal point for the hollows and almost every day and at least on barging into the realm and attempting to get a bit of food. Takara had been careful so far not to run into another of the Shinigami not at least until she gained her power back.

Worst of all though there was that white haired Shinigami rogue that Takara had encountered just after her reawakening. That damned Shinigami didn't serve Soul Society and only wanted to capture her and experiment on her for some reason as far as she knew. That was what he said to her when everything had happened and so for there was no reason that his choice would change and Takara hadn't gained her power back yet so if she encountered him again she would need to run as fast as possible and hope to get away once again.

So for right now she was moving in the darkness of the streets in the stuffed white wolf that she was inhabiting. Takara had come to actually enjoy this stuffed animal as a host body. There was something about the appearance that stood out obviously yet at the same time it commanded attention and there was obviously nothing else like t both tings that Takara embraced. She turned into an ally and all of a sudden there was a reiatsu that Takara sensed. It was burning with hate and darkness yet there was a flicker of her own races reiatsu from this source.

Takara looked down the ally and began to walk slowly until the sight of a boy came into view. Takara stopped moving and gazed downward seeing him in a incredible deal of pain while his arm was glowing red. She saw the chain on his arm and could tell that there was something very different about him yet at the same time there was without a doubt in her mind that this boy was somewhere connected to her race. He was a Mod Soul or at least something like it and because of tat Takara had to investigate. "Is your power causing you pain boy?" Takara spoke with his elegant voice that carried the tone of high authority as she stepped into view.

[Jak Halcom]

"Well what gave that away?" He shot back sarcasm as well as venom was thick in his pained voice. He looked up expecting to see a person that he needed to fight, but instead he had to lower his gaze to look at a stuffed animal. He forced himself to sit up straight as the pain started to subside. He was still breathing heavily and sweat poured from his face. They were getting worse, and he didn't know what he could do about them.

"I am sorry, but I am not in the mood to play with toys." He said looking back down to the ground. He had to think of something soon. Otherwise he might just cook himself from the inside out. He knew that the thing in front of him was a mod soul. He had encounter a few of them before. One was in a gigai, and the other, like this one, was in it's stuffed animal form. Something about the way she spoke to him pissed him off though. It was like she thought that she was better than him.

He pushed her out of his mind for now. He looked at his right arm which dimmed back down to just a few shades lighter than usual. It must have something to do with his Akki heritage. He concluded, but what exactly about it was causing this was still unknown. Maybe his demon side was trying to take over his body. He laughed inwardly at the obsurd idea of that. Deep down however he was afraid that he might just actually be right.

[Takara Takeda]

Well this boy was obviously a thug. No manners whatsoever and just completely rude no matter how you looked at it. Sure he was in what seemed to be a grand deal of pain yet taking out that out on someone else that had only just appeared. Those were the actions of a brute that had no social or civil guidelines that they would follow. No better then a filth animal crawling on the ground striving for what food it could to survive as the dirt grinds into its fur cloaking whatever color it held to nothing, but dingy filth. Such a boy was a pitiful sight for Takara considering that she could tell he was somewhat of a Mod Soul.

Her people were suppose to be better then the Shinigami which were just the trained souls of the decreased. By that logic the Mod Souls were the best of everything else in existence and Takara would honestly challenge anyone to state it otherwise based on the gifts that her people could possess when other races were so limited. That was when Takara realized a similarity in his reiatsu to that one blind Shinigami boy that had aided her against the white haired rogue Shinigami about a week ago.

It was the other side of his reiatsu the one that was tainting his Mod Soul aura. It was dark and evil yet filled with hate. Takara recalled that the blind boy had possessed the reiatsu of a Shinigami which was how she has sensed him and rushed to use him against the other Shinigami. Yet at the same time that boy had reiatsu that was different from the standard as well and while it hadn't felt exactly the same as this boy's right now it was close enough that Takara knew that whatever that boy had been this one was as well. They were half breeds of something else entirely.

"You my play it off that you're fine right now and that there is nothing that someone like me can do for you. However, that would be a poor choice for one of my people to make after only just meeting one another. Tell me what has caused whatever other power that resides within you to cause the pain you're feeling. It's obvious that it's not the heritage of my people so example it to me so I my be of some aid to you boy." Takara kept her gaze on the boy. She could have just left yet she wanted to stay and at least speak to him. He wasn't entirely one of her own, but he still was one of them if only partly.

[Jak Halcom]

The pain was subsiding now, but there was still some lingering pain throughout his body. He continued to sweat letting it fall from his face down to the concert that he was sitting on. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand leaning back against the wall to try and get more comfortable. He looked at the mod soul before him and was getting to understand what about her was starting to piss him off. She was one of those princessy types that think everything is owed to them.

"Well sorry for the attitude, but lets just say I didn't have the best experiences with other mod souls." He pushed himself up straight grunting as pain shot through his muscles. He was going to be hurting for the next week for sure just from that one episode. "And unless your an expert on demon physiology, I don't think you can do much.' He smiled a half fanged smile at the stuffed animal as he extended his left hand to her. "The name's Jak by the way."

[Takara Takeda]

Takara kept her gaze on the boy as he spoke and when he addressed the matter that he hadn't actually had good interactions with other Mod Souls Takara's Takara shifted for a moment to a smile. It seemed that she wasn't the only Mod Soul left in existence. The fact that the boy had said other Mod Souls gave her enough hope that there was more then even another single survivor other then herself. If there was more then even a handful than Takara was certain that she would have enough to lead them forwards to claim vengeance and supremacy.

Although hearing that also made Takara question the actual reasoning skills and personalities of the Mod Souls left. This boy wasn't a complete Mod Soul which meant that he was a half breed of something which she had already come to the conclusion of a moment ago. However, what he was saying always meant that the Mod Souls that he has met could have manners worse then his own and Takara wouldn't stand for such a thing. She needed to regain her ability and gather the remainder of her race that was the top priority. For right now though she felt that aiding this boy Jak was suitable due to him being even half of her race.

When he spoke about demon physiology Takara's eyes glared sternly at the assumption of such a thing. Takara had been the crowning jewel of the Mod Souls whether others knew it or not and with that also had come the burden of leadership that the creator had planned for her. Her mind was programmed to lead those of her race and other such things like mathematics yet she knew also some of the things about other races that who at the time could have been threats to Soul Society. Takara knew more then likely better things on Hollows and Arrancar along with Quincy than the average Shinigami yet subjects of Hell were very scarce.

Hell was a topic that Takara only had ever been programmed with a small very minimal amount of data on which only really gave her the knowledge that there were a couple of different races there and that most were corrupt spirits. She knew of the dangerous Akki that were believed to rule Hell and posse a threat to even a Captain of the Soul Society. So when this boy said that he was part of a demon Takara began to think ver the idea. It would make sense for the forces of Hell to mate with other races and claim offspring with the abilities of both together yet normally no races could mix together in such a manner. Takara had to go on his word for the moment even if he was a thug for right now.

It was then that the boy introduced himself by the name Jak and held out his hand. Takara had the personality of someone very noble and rich yet also very proper and respectful towards her people and even though he was a half breed and based on his word a half breed of one of the worst other races possible he was still one of her own whether he enjoyed such a thing or not. Takara in the stuffed animal that she was in couldn't shake his hand and so she moved her left leg backwards and bowed her head forwards slightly. The motion was similar to a curtsey.

Takara then moved back up and looked at the boy again she wanted to learn more about his Mod Soul background and avoid the demon part for the time being for two different reasons. The first was that she wanted to learn more on what had happened while she was asleep so the thing to do would be to find out about his parent. The second reason was that the demon power seemed to be what was causing him pain so getting his mind off of it might help him for the time being. "My name is Takara Takeda. I may not be able to tell you that much on Akki Jak. However, I can help you out with the other side of who you are. If you would be so kind I'd like to learn everything there is to you in regards to you being a Mod Soul."

[Jak Halcom]

Jak noticed the smile on the stuffed animal's face when he mentioned the other mod souls that he had encountered. Both times he ended up fighting them, but in their defense, the first one was a misunderstanding that brought about by some poor word choices, and the other time he was being controlled by an she demon forcing him to fight him. Jak knew that the second mod soul he ran into used to work at the U.E. with him. He wondered where he went.

Jak then noticed the sudden shift in the look she was giving him when he mentioned demons. She glared at him, and he was not sure how to take it. He had been called a freak and a monster by just about everyone that he knew or doesn't know. He didn't care what she thought at the moment though. He was too worried about it himself to care what other people would think of him. If this trend was left unchecked, who know what would happen to him.

"My name is Takara Takeda. I may not be able to tell you that much on Akki Jak. However, I can help you out with the other side of who you are. If you would be so kind I'd like to learn everything there is to you in regards to you being a Mod Soul." Jak lowered his hand when she curtsied and listened. So she was not out right disgusted by his mere existence, that was at least an upgrade. She was curios about him as a mod soul? He didn't understand why she needed to know, but he figured that there was no harm in telling her.

"There isn't really anything to say." He said not really trying to be humble just stating facts as he sees them. "My mother was a mod soul, and by process of elimination we can guess what my father was. I lived with her my whole life until she was taken away from me by those damn shinigami." A sudden flash of anger hit him. He slammed his right fist against the wall easily cracking it. It didn't seem like this anger was triggering another episode. He quickly calmed himself before continuing. "I had to learn about my powers mostly on my own. They are projectiles pretty much, and that really is it."

[Takara Takeda]

Takara had given Jak her time and attention for right now due to the simple fact that he was part Mod Soul and that meant that he was a part of her race. Takara was meant to be the savor of the Mod Souls and that was her goal and purpose in existence. She cared for those of her race and it seemed like the majority of them had been hunted down and killed that very simply fact was enough to instill even more rage for the Shinigami while at the same time despair filled her heart believing that if she had been awake she could have saved so many of her people from death.

That was when Jak said that there really wasn't much to tell her about him being a Mod Soul. Takara could easily sense Jak's reiatsu and could tell that he at least had a fair deal of power and definitely knew what his power was and how to utilize it. That meant that there was more then something to speak about in Takara's eyes. She heard the change in his tone as he began to speak of his mother. It seemed that Jak's mother was the Mod Soul and his father was an Akki. Takara knowing very little about the races of Hell still would bet that Jak hadn't met his father and harbored ill feelings towards him and his demonic heritage.

The next thing that Jak spoke of was the fact that he had lived with his mother for the majority of his life which made a grand deal of sense. What he said though was disheartening and enraging he said that his mother had been taken away from him by the Shinigami. When he said that it was obvious that he had hatred for them from that horrific event not only due to his action of hitting the wall and cracking it with his physical strength which Takara took note of for future reference. It was also thick in his voice as he spoke about it that he hated the Shinigami for what had happened to his mother.

Takara felt the despair of Jak placing some of the horrible emotions on herself due to her believe that perhaps this poor boys mother could have been saved if only she had been awake over the last seventy years. If she hadn't been lost to time then Takara would have been able to assemble her race and protect them all from the Shinigami. She could have prevented this boys sorrow and despair yet instead fate had chosen a far more bleak course of events that Takara had to work to correct now and prove it's not to late for her race.

Takara stayed quiet as it was obvious that Jak needed to clam himself before the discussion between the two of them continued. Takara actually felt that perhaps there was more to this boy now seeing that he took the time to do such a thing which showed respect and proper educate. That was when he said that he pretty much had to learn about his powers on his own which Takara understood knowing that due to him being an offspring he wouldn't know his powers prior to acquiring them for himself. He said that they were projectiles which caused a perk up in Takara's interest. "If you don't mind my curiosity Jak would you mind displaying these projectiles for me?"

[Jak Halcom]

Jak thought about it and thought that he might be able to show her some basic techniques. He nodded and scanned the ally for any kind of target. His eyes stopped at a bunch of trash cans against the opposite wall. He nodded at them as he lifted his left had pointing it at the trash cans. He focused his reitsu into his palm. Jak had fired countless blast like this one from fighting hollows and other spiritual beings, but something about this one was different.

Instead of its deep red color, it had more of an orange tint to it. The once smooth looking orb had a much rougher edge to it and seemed to flicker like a flames were trying to poke from it. He fired it and it flew like normal colliding with the the the trash cans and the wall behind them. The impact was different as well. Instead of a hard blast impact, it seemed more splashy with bits of fire spreading from the impact zone.

"I cannot place what exactly, but it has not been the same since these episodes started." He tried to explain to her. He knew that she didn't know what his abilites looked like before, but his concerned looked made it clear that something was not right. In the end he just shrugged and turned his attention back to Takara. "Well that is pretty much it. There are stronger versions of that of course, but I don't think I have the strength to use them at the moment."

[Takara Takeda]

WEll it seemed that Jak was willing to display his ability as a Mod Soul. At least there was one good thing happening this night. So far nothing good had happened to Takara since she had awakened. For nce there was something very fortunate happening. Takara looked throughout the ally just as Jak had when he was looking for a target. Takara realized when Jak had made a decision on what target he was going to display his power on. Takara felt Jak's reiatsu condense and knew based on that his power was about to be displayed.

It was then that Takara saw the orangey red colored org of reiatsu that seemed similar to fire. When Jak fired off the reiatsu Takara watched the reiatsu made the impact and then splash. She took a moment to take in everything and saw that it was burning what was around the impact. A very useful power in the war against Soul Society Takara could use Jak very well if that every came to pass. "Well Jak that seems to be a very powerful ability that you possess. You're mother would be proud at how well you seem to control it." It was so strange how calm and caring Takara was towards her own people when all others were nothing before her gaze.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

190 CTP to both parties