Seeking Out The Special

[Takara Takeda]

Takara sat on the inside of a very high class café in Tokyo for the moment. The café was three stories tall and looked to have the style of a mansion when one saw the inside. There were beautiful stair cases, rugs on the floors, plate mats and tables all around. The lightning was something that Takara enjoyed and felt brought most of the colors throughout the café to a beautiful shine. There didn't seem to be a fair amount of purple however which was a little disappointing. All of the other colors were pretty yet her favorite was hardly present. So sitting down at a table she sips the tea she had ordered and begins to think over her current situation.

There were very few Mod Souls left in the world of the living and actually finding them was beginning to just grow depressing. Takara had only found one other Mod Soul who happened to be a half breed named Jak. She knew him, but not much came from the boy. She would have to aid him in gathering his strength or gain his loyalty for the future. The only other Mod Soul she had encountered since her awakening had been one killed by the hollow like boy a few weeks ago at the harbor. She hadn't even been able to meet him she just knew one of her kind had been so close only to die just prior to meeting her.

There had to be some other way a better way of finding them. She thought over it for a moment and a bit of regret started to wash over her as she started to think that maybe she should have joined this group known as Xcution. She had saved their product from the hollow boy and an invitation to join them had been given to her, but Takara didn't like to be ordered around and didn't play well with most others to begin with. Yet it seemed like she would need a large resource that she didn't have by herself at the moment. That was when Takara began to sense the reiatsu of a incredibly strong Fullbringer not to far from her.

[Kazura Uzaki]

Tokyo... One of the bigger and busier areas of Japan in terms of business for Kazura. The Tokyo area was packed with customers and other competing businesses, so the CEO frequently had to travel the short distance there for all sorts of press conferences, meetings, and trade shows. He needed to keep the edge over his competition, which was growing harder and harder as he committed more resources to... spiritual technology, the likes of which the average consumer would never see. Even though he had a big share in the military weaponry trade, the weapons he produced would be inconceivable to most governments, and would be exceptionally terrible in the hands of nearly all of them.

After a long day of work, Kazura stopped in one of his favorite high class cafés. A nice big cup of hot tea later, way overpriced but way worth it, and he was relaxing in a corner booth, just watching the other patrons. In the past few months, conversations with... average people... had become more and more tedious. The way his brain had been focused beyond humanly possible, he often knew what people were talking about and what they wanted from him just after a couple words. This made the entire rest of the conversation extremely boring, especially because Kazura had to play along like he didn't know what they wanted from him. This time, however, he noticed something a little different.

A gorgeous woman sat on the same floor as him at a different table across the room. Normally this wouldn't be too odd, as Japan had many beautiful women, many of whom the playboy was acquainted with. But she was different. She had a spiritual presence the fullbringer could detect, but it wasn't the kind of signature he was used to feeling. He'd only met a handful of Mod souls, and was only really acquainted with Jem, a fairly young mod soul, and Jak, who was half Hell beast. Still, Kazura was intrigued by the beautiful mod soul across the room. Hoping she was paying attention, he focused a little reiatsu into his hand, willing it into existence with Energy Generate.

His cells oozed energy as it circulated through his body and pooled in his palm. With a bit of mastery and a little more Soul Command, the words "Hello, pretty lady." appeared in the air over his head. The spiritually innocent wouldn't see anything but a man at a booth with his hand on the ground and a voracious look in his eye towards the other end of the room. Not really an odd occurrence, given his reputation as a playboy. If she didn't see his message, he'd leak out his reiatsu a little more, trying to get her attention. If all else failed... He'd have to switch tactics and go to her instead of trying to get her to come to him.

[Takara Takeda]

. Takara felt the reiatsu of the Fullbringer in this café now that she focused just a bit more. She glanced around slowly making sure not to draw attention to herself. It would appear more like she was looking for a waiter to call upon for another order thanks to her skills in acting. That was when Takara focused the best she could and found the location of the Fullbringer. What she saw was a brown haired male in his earlier twenties based on appearance. He didn't look really outside the norm of a human not like that boy at the harbor who was little less than a hollow. That was when she saw the writing above his head.

She was quite surprised to see what she did and once again only thanks to her talent in acting was she able to suppress her emotions at seeing his statement. Takara knew that the gigai she was in was incredibly beautiful and it represented Takara herself and what she believed she truly would appearance as if she were one of the other races in existence. What was most surprising though while being interesting was that this Fullbringer had been able to spot her as well and pick her out of the group of other people. So Takara felt since she wasn't getting anywhere with any of her dilemmas at the moment she would speak to him.

Getting up from her table Takara gripped her tea cup by the tiny handle and made her way over towards his table. It took her a few moments yet the man would see that Takara moved with flawless grace and her hips held far more beauty then most other woman in the world. Pulling out the chair across the table from the man Takara sat herself down and set the tea cup in front of her as she gazed across the small table at the man. "So can you speak normally or are you just going to try and impress me again?"

[Kazura Uzaki]

This one had some sass. Kazura liked her already. He liked women who had a fire in them. Women who didn't need no man to take care of them. They were usually the best in bed, and least likely to get upset when he was done with them after a night or two. Not to mention, he liked a woman who could handle herself in more ways than one. Not just in regular everyday life, but the dangerous life full of Hollows, Shinigami, and other terrible spiritual dangers. This one looked capable of both, and looked strikingly beautiful with every move she made. Definitely his kind of woman. And that kind of girl deserved an answer to her question."Oh, I can talk, but where's the fun in that?" Waving a hand towards the other side of the table that he sat, he made it clear that he wanted her to sit down with him.

Once she sat, Kazura moved the teapot closer to him with just his will and soul command, lifting it up and pouring it into his glass without touching it. "Do you need some more tea? This brew is my favorite in the establishment. It's a bit... more potent. The favorite part of this café to Kazura was the employee who was a Rogue Shinigami in disguise as a regular old guy. His Soul Society tea plants were exceptionally strong, but also deliciously sweet. It was a miracle of flavors that only a select few customers were privy to. Maybe Takara already knew of it, maybe not, but if she took a sip of this tea, she'd probably be hooked. Unless she didn't like it, which was alright too.

"So what's a woman like you doing here in Tokyo? I don't see too many of your kind, though I employ a few. If you don't know me... Well, then I guess that's your loss." Kazura said that last sentence with a playful wink. If she didn't know who he was, he'd be surprised, because, well, his face was all over Tokyo and the surrounding cities. He was a celebrity in Japan. The Donald Trump of Japan, just minus the racist immigrant hatred. If she really didn't know who he was, he'd explain, but he'd feel a little disappointed in her, and his ego would be a little deflated. Which, honestly, wouldn't be a bad thing for him.

[Takara Takeda]

Now sitting at this man's table Takara watched as he commanded the teapot with his reiatsu. She had been programmed with the knowledge of most other spiritual races and knew that humans had this type of power over most objects that they had touched at some point. The boy that she had fought at the harbor had done much the same thing. The way that the teapot moved though Takara could tell clearly that this man had mastered this type of ability and he had barely needed to concentrate to do such a thing. The way that he spoke though was one that brought up a fair bit of interest to Takara.

He seemed to be one that viewed himself as the most important individual at any given time. Takara knew that she had much the same personality the only difference that she knew she possessed yet she still couldn't be sure this man possessed was that Takara viewed the survival of her race above her own life. When the man offered her a cup of his tea she drank the rest of her own and then set the cup down gently awaiting him to pour some of the tea with his reiatsu manipulating the movements of the pot like he had done for himself. One thing that Takara was keeping concealed in the back of her head for the moment was the approximation of how powerful this man could actually be so far it was still a mystery she didn't have enough data to assess him correctly.

When the tea was poured and the teapot was moved backwards Takara gripped the handle yet again and brought the potent smelling tea up to her face. She moved her tiny nose over the stem and inhaled the scent moving over what ingredients may lay within throughout her mind. Although she wasn't a gardener or a herbalists she could tell based on the scent that there was some type of flower or root from Soul Society in the blend. It could very well be from some secret place in Hueco Mundo, but Takara held no data of such a place in the realm of hollows that left only Soul Society. "Well now that is . . Interesting.[/i]"

What the man said next was something that caught Takara's interest more so then the tea. It wasn't his little part about his ego speaking louder then she felt necessary no it was the part about him knowing what she is and him stating he employed a few of them. If this man wasn't just talking through his ego right now and actually held truth to his words then he had Mod Souls under his command that Takara could . . . meet. She had seen his face throughout Tokyo and Karakura town. She had believed him to just be a successful normal human until she had saw him a few moments ago. "Don't get to ahead of yourself Kazura it's not nice when speaking to Royalty. I'm here looking for the survivors of my race."

[Kazura Uzaki]

She had a passionate goal, Kazura soon found out. He was liking her more and more as their talk went on. "I might be able to help with that... Not only do I employ a few survivors of the Shinigami's... tragic attempted genocide, but I also have been working on technology that can pinpoint reiatsu signatures all over the country. We already are able to respond to Hollow attacks faster than Shinigami because of our close location to one of the most active spiritual sites in the world. With your help, I'm sure we could extend our reach to scanning for your survivors. Now, I apologize for my... indecency. I didn't know that you were royalty." Most of the fun, flirty demeanor that Kazura had been engaging in had vanished when she called herself royalty. While he was loose and flirtatious, she seemed just a little bit more reserved. She wasn't playing along, so Kazura backed off a little, not wanting to offend her.

[Takara Takeda]

Takara brought the tea cup back up and took a small sip yet again as she sat there listening to Kazura speak. It seemed that the man had far more set up then she would have thought. Well all of this made things perhaps abit easier so long as the next few things didn't cause problems. When Kazura was finished speaking Takara glanced at him as if she was looking over a product one might want to buy. She had an air of authority and power even while her true strength still hadn't been reclaimed. "One wouldn't normally believe that my race has royalty Kazura. Being that the retched Shinigami are the creators. I'm the only royal Mod Soul and due to a setback haven't had the time to gather my people nor expand my . . bloodline."

Takara grinned devilishly over at Kazura as she finished drinking the tea that had been in her cup and set it back down on the table. She leaned forwards placing her elbows just on the outside of the table edge with her hands together the backs of which now held her resting chin up. "Now I believe it's time we get along with what we're both thinking. I seem to need your resources to locate my people swiftly. In exchange for your aid I'll extend my time and serve to you until it comes time to rebuild my race. I am a Queen after all . . it's all just business."

[Kazura Uzaki]

She was upfront and hid nothing about what she wanted, or at least, that's the vibe that Kazura got from her. With a respectful nod, he pulled a sheet of paper out of his sleeve, handing it to her. "I'm sorry, your majesty, but I can't show favoritism to you above the common rabble. I will need you to fill out a quick and short application, just for tax purposes. No worries, you'll be on the payroll as soon as the pen lifts off the paper from the last letter of your signature, I can assure you. Welcome to the team of Uzaki Enterprises, Spiritual Division. Any idea where your strengths are best used?" If only every interview and job recruitment could go as well as this, then Kazura would have filled his company beyond its bursting point by now.

[Takara Takeda]

Takara grinned slightly as Kazura pulled the sheet of paper out from his sleeve. When he moved it over towards her she took the pen from him as well and began to write down the information that he required her to write down on the simple sheet of paper. "Being treated above others is something that must be earned and proven Kazura. The pay is of little concern so long as I can use your supplies to locate my people and speak to any currently in your employment." Takara finished filling out the application and slide it over back to Kazura with the pen on top of the paper. "Takara Takeda can handle anything you deem necessary."

[Kazura Uzaki]

Kazura smiled, genuinely, while taking the application from her. It was just a formality, but he did read it anyways. "Thank you very much, your Majesty. I have a feeling that we will be doing a lot of work together in the future. I admire your passion for your people. I too am passionate about my own people, that of Humans and Fullbringers alike. Welcome to the team, Takeda-sama. More tea?"