Completely intoxicated [R, NDE]

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Thread Title: Completely intoxicated [R, NDE]
Participants: Hiroto Kouhei, Anastasia Solis-Kuuchiki
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Seretei. A secluded forest with quite a few trees around it, it is fast approaching dusk.
Special Conditions: Anastasia cannot release and will have her stats cut.
Circumstances: Anastasia Solis-Kuchiki, vice-captain of Squad 6 went out and became oh so very drunk. It just so happens that newly graduated Hiroto Kouhei stumbles upon her while she's intoxicated in the secluded area.

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“Anastasia….Anastasia wake up…”

The Squad 6 Vice Captain turned and squirmed about. Everything hurt. Everything. She felt like she’d been sleeping on a ton of sharp rocks and to top it all off, she felt like she got railed out again. Just like Vegas… No one gets to hear about Vegas again though. That’s a special secret. Reluctantly, opalescent irises fluttered opened, revealing themselves to the scenery of the somewhat dark forest.. Although, that was a a slow process that took more than just mere seconds. When she thought she could start to adjust to the light, she found herself wanting to close them back again. Shoku-chan’s voice was just too deep and soothing. “Flattering as usual… You need to stop drinking.” he says quite annoyed with her behavior. This was a normal thing for her. The priestly zanpakuto spirit was practically like her babysitter; of the duo, he was the more responsible and serious one and she… well, she followed to the beat of her own drum.

Anastasia Solis-Kuchiki stops drinking when she wants to stop drinking. Pft. Stop drinking. That’s funny. The pirate just loved rum just a little too much and right now, she lacked water. The only way to make up for her current dilemma was to just consume more alcohol. Pale, slender fingers found their way through ivory toned hair. Raking through them and pushing it back and away from her face. Her hand slowly fell to her side as the attractive shinigami propped herself up. She sat up, groggily. She was slowly adjusting and just moments away from being fully awake and ready to terrorize the first person that came her way. Yes… Whoever was lucky (or unlucky) enough to see Anastasia right now was going to learn an entirely new definition of the word ‘harass’. Waking up was a hard task but you best believe that once she was up, she was a firecracker.

Thank heavens she was in a forest though. She could tell how bright it was and just how much harder it would’ve been to wake up. Reaching into her short, black sleeveless yukata, Anastasia pulled out a flask of her strongest rum; something she kept on her if she ever felt just a little too sober. In this case, the headache she had was ridiculous and the only thing she could do about that was drink. “Cheers.” she says to herself, trying her best to muster up a cheerful voice. She let out a long, raspy exhale as she finished her first gulp. ”…You’re going to get drunk again, Anastasia. I suggest you stop.” He was worried about her? That’s sweet~ ”Shoku-chan, I’ll be perfectly fine~ Don’t you worry, aru~” She waved off his warnings, quite sure that she wouldn’t run into any trouble today.

Things were all fine and dandy for about an hour until Anastasia really started to get drunk… again. Yep. The tipsy training was running again and Anastasia was going at it full speed right into Drunkville. Anastasia normally didn’t get think drunk this fast. However, her need to consume some sort of liquid just made her drink more and made her drink faster. She quickly approached a state of mind where she quite obviously wasn’t 100% thinking straight. She was at least 75% there. Still, things were nice and fuzzy. “I’m not helping you this time. You said you can handle it, prove to me you can.” Shoku-chan said, clearly frustrated that Anastasia had fallen into the same pit again. She might even fall into another nasty pit. She could hear the sound of crunching leaves and twigs snapping. Someone was nearby. She raised her flask and wore the dumbest grin on her face; time to greet the newcomer.

“Heeey, good looking’~ Welcome aboard~ *hic*”

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{Stats & Abilities}

Strength - 50 Points

Speed - 260 Points (x.75: 65)

Spiritual Pressure - 320 Points (480) (x.75: 120)

Reiatsu Strength - 240 Points (360) (x.75: 90)

Light Aura - 70 Points

Dark Aura - 30 Points

Instinct - 100 (65) Points

Senses - 100 (65) Points

Energy sensory - 30 (19.5) Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Total SP: 1100 Points

Skills

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] Weapons : Nagamaki [3]

[♣] Battle Analysis [3]

[♣] Stealing [3]

[♣] Martial Arts: Kali [1]

[♣] Calm Mind [3]

[♣] Heat Tolerance [2]

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The slow breeze blew softly through the many trees before Hiroto. It snatched his black Shihakushō and blew it back ever so slightly as he slowly stepped out of the third division barracks. A fresh graduate out of the academy is what he was, having graduated but a few weeks ago and he was still trying to get accustomed to being in the third division. He felt so displaced if he was completely honest; despite being surrounded by those of his own race he never felt so different from the other men and women in Squad three. Maybe it was due to the fact he was never a social person, while they socialised, formed cliques and quickly made friends he was just there, always sitting in the corner usually by himself and not being noticed by anyone who just happened to stroll by him. Even though the odd person shot him the occasional 'hello' Hiroto paid little to no attention to it and would only give them a polite, but very cold stare, instantly giving off the impression he just was not interested. Although it was clearly the worst way to make friends making friends wasn't in Hiroto's interest at all and it most likely never would be.

It seemed that his night was going to be restless as he had been told he would be on duty for quite a while desire the fact there never really was much to do but he went along with it because really, who was he to question the higher-ups. Despite him not really liking it he still did so reluctantly. And so, after being in the squad barracks until dusk was finally in sight he left. Without so much as saying a word to the other unseated officers he just left as his hours of duty were over and he was under no more obligation to stay in that barracks. I should really be training. Yes, training would be a much more productive way to spend his time, rather than sitting around waiting in the barracks to actually be sent somewhere which they never really were. As much as his OCD fuelled brain and his perfectionist mindset simply loathed to admit is he was still so very weak when compared to others, not even compared to others, just weak; the very thought of this made mis muscles twitch uncontrollably and sent his perfectionist mind on a internal frenzy which is what drove him to make his way to the most secluded area he knew.

His Asauchi hung loosely by his waist, still in it's sheath but there was nothing more he wished for than to actually be able to call it a Zanpakuto, not an Asauchi. As he walked past the guard who stood outside the door he gave him a quick and rather polite nod, but there was no friendliness or welcoming behind that nod because Hiroto constantly kept himself hidden behind the mask of ice. The unseated guard would quickly realise not to respond to the nod that was purely for the sake of being polite, and even politeness from Hiroto was a thing rarely seen by others. Just focus on making my way through to the forest. In the unseated officer's mind that was honestly the best place to train, no noise, no one rarely went there at this time of the day, it was honestly perfect in his opinion. And the sun setting left the perfect scenery which even the third division member would describe as attractive.

Ignoring the slight breeze that whipped his jet black hair back he was relieved when he finally found the secluded area at which he would train. He was satisfied that this would be a good place to train, although he would've preferred a proper training ground he didn't want the other rather annoying members of his squad to interrupt him or ask to join in. He didn't trust them to help him train and the chances are he never would trust them to help him train and that was that. If I want to reach perfection I shall do it on my own. He had always been a slow learner and found his studies rather difficult, that he would admit but he was still determined, the perfectionist side of his brain refused to let him give up and simply because he found something difficult. Being perfect would be a long task but if he didn't become perfect the perfectionist that he was would never forgive him if he stopped now, the chances were, Hiroto was going to come here to train very, very frequently. After all, what kind of slacker if truly powerful?

As the unseated officer made his way through the forest he knew he would have to find somewhere to start, oh what to start with? Agility, swordsmanship, zanpakuto? There was so much he needed to learn, so much he needed to learn and that perfectionist within him constantly nagged him, constantly kept him awake at night, constantly tortured him so that he could actually train to master it. But then his train of thought was stopped when he saw the outline of someone who appeared to be laying on the ground. "Who would be sleeping here?" He asked himself and he calmly, but quickly made his way over to the body -was it a corpse?- of the girl he didn't even know. However, he soon found the girl to be just fine as she was moving, although sluggishly. “Heeey, good looking’~ Welcome aboard~ *hic*” As soon as he got within sniffing distance of her he couldn't help but gag slightly as the smell of alcohol invaded his nostrils. Just a typical drunk. Hiroto despised alcohol, nothing but poison it was, he preferred normal drinks such as tea and coffee. He couldn't control his hands twitching into and then his fist clenching but then quickly unclenching as soon as he found a sheathed sword at her side. Seriously? She's a Shinigami? She was probably a Shinigami on break, he couldn't think of anyone who would be stupid enough to be drinking on duty.

But still, the way she acted so friendly towards the unseated Shinigami made him relax slightly, but he still had a question on his mind. "Er, hi?" He was still slightly uncomfortable but didn't let his eyes or facial expression betray his confusion or uncomfortableness. "Who are you? And what are you doing out here? He asked curiously.

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{Stats}Strength - 50 x1.35 (68) Points

Speed - 75 (56) x.75 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 50 x1.35 (68)Points

Reiatsu Strength – 25 x.75(19)Points

Light Aura - 60 Points

Dark Aura - 40 Points

Instinct – 50 Points

Senses – 50 Points

Energy sensory -0 Points

Healing Expertise – 0 Points


Total SP: 300 Points

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{Abilities}Weapons: Swords 1

Special skill: Acrobatics 1

Battle Analysis 1

Calm mind 1

Lack of fear 1

Strength of Will 1

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Walking was such a hard thing to do when one was intoxicated. Everything just felt like it was going to topple over and spill everywhere. Anastasia worked slowly. Hands shakily moved over to the nearest tree trunk. Bracing on it, she slowly used whatever strength she had to bring herself up, using it like a brace. When she was finally able to stand, she leaned on the trunk. At the moment, she needed it much like a cripple needed a cane. Anastasia sighed dreamily as if she was ready to fall asleep again. Only she’d probably do so standing up. Wait…that was a horrendous idea. Let’s not sleep and talk to this morning’s newest victim. Eyes fell upon the young unseated shinigami like a predator would to its prey. Heh. He looked soooo serious. Anastasia immediately knew she was going to have fun with this one.

“Holaaa~!” She greeted him in Spanish. He started talking and words were slowly starting to fall deaf on her ears. It only took a minute for her to snap out of it and answer his question. “I…” she began. She raised a finger as if she was trying to command his attention. “..Am Anastasia Solis-Kuchiki~! La teniente de Brigada 6.” She had a tendency to slip into Spanish here and there… Especially when she was drunk. “Also, I’m lieutenant….of Squad 6! I’ve heard it both wayyyyss…*hic*” her voice was low, raspy. The sound of her words started to trail off and, well, she couldn’t help it. She decided to try walking, getting a grip on her current condition. Though, she’d fail miserably. Instead, she stumbled over to the boy and nearly fell. She slung her arm around him, using him as a new support. He'd get a nice, stronger whiff of the strong rum that lingered from her breath; laced with every word that floated right out of her mouth. Hrm. The more she thought about it, the more she actually started to think that perhaps this was a bad idea… Heh. Naaaaah… No regrets, right?!

Er. Still…Maybe she should try to sober up a little bit.

Maybe. Talking would help. Just for a little bit at least. “Hey..... Hey you.” She lightly poked at his cheek with her finger. “Yer pretty cute.” she startled to chuckle and ruffle his hair. He kind of almost reminded her of a certain vice captain she liked to tease mercilessly. Young people were always so easy to bother and annoy. It was like taking candy from a baby… and it only made the treat that much more sweeter if they got immensely angry. “Whazz yer name?” Anastasia liked to know the names of all her new friends/victims. It made it much more easier to grab their attention if you knew their name AND she’d know who to pester in the future should she need a rho…or a million more. She paused, waiting for a response. She’d wait a for a few moments, allowing him to talk and react to her ridiculous behavior if he wished. It still wouldn’t stop her from saying one other thing. “You’re my best friend, you know that~?” Yes. That’s right. She decided he was going to be her best friend right here, right now. Important life decisions made on the spot.

When Anastasia really thought she was good enough to stand on her own two feet, she stood up straight, looking around. She never backed away from him though. She still maintained a closeness most would deem invasive. “Egh…Where am I?” she asked, suddenly concerned about where she was. Hm. Troublesome. She’d have to find her way back to the barracks soon. Sozen would have her head if she skipped out on too much work. “Can we cut a deaaal? Pleaseeee? You take me back to my barracks and…I’ll give ye… that stick over there.” she pointed to a random stick lying out a few feet away from the shinigami pair. Obviously, she wasn’t in the right state of mind to be cutting deals of any kind. She looked around once more to get a much better look of her surroundings. Huh. Still the same forest. Dandy~

Gah. She was thirsty. The sound of leaves lightly rustling was all she could hear for this moment. Weather was nice today. Maybe she should sleep everything off on a rooftop instead of doing work. Taking a nap in the nice warm sun. Mmm… Paperwork blows anyways. She could always do that at night! Still, Anastasia would need to get back to the barracks. Her favorite rooftop was there. How could she take a nap if she wasn’t on her favorite rooftop?! Anastasia figured if she cut some kind of deal with this kid, he’d help her back. She could try getting back on her own, but he was far too intoxicated to do so. much less, try. She held up her flask once more and… nothing came out. “Eh?” She looked inside and held it upside down. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Anastasia sighed, looking at her flask with forlorn. “Why is the rum always gone?” she asked out loud, pocketing it.

He’d realize she was indeed a friendly soul. She’d help people where ever she could and when she really put her mind to it… she worked her hardest. The last time she’d really done so was when Ranmyaku helped her out of her poor lifestyle. Now that she became a Kuchiki, she’d gotten lazy. She wondered about that sometimes; if being a Kuchiki was a good thing or a bad thing. Sometimes Anastasia felt she was a burden to the family. Everything about her upbringing and mannerisms would be wrong to high society. She was a good soul, really. The only thing wrong with her was that her priorities and sometimes morals were…well, they were indecent for one. Another bad thing about her would be that she was not serious about anything she did. Maybe he could talk some sense into her? Ah, who knows. If her spirit couldn’t do it 100%, who could? “So…How about that great deal I proposed, eh?”

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As she groggily got up Hiroto felt the OCD side, the perfectionist side of his brain twitch and yearn at him. Every word she said came with another strong whiff of alcohol which honestly sickened him to his very core; it made him want to vomit immensely. Alcohol is completely and utterly vile. Hiroto hated alcohol to his very core because it created, well it created this. Back in District sixty-nine Hiroto had seen good men go completely south due to the influence of alcohol and he could only wonder why any smart, decent person would do that to themselves. In addition to this, alcohol tasted disgusting and it also smelled disgusting, hence the need to gag when she got even remotely close to him.

Hiroto was actually quite surprised when she mentioned she was the Vice-Captain of squad six. In the academy he had heard many rumours about Squad six, how Captain Sozen was one of the most powerful Shinigami to date, about how they were trusted with many secrets and how they were owned by the Kuchiki; and their Vice-Captain was a drunk. And she is a Kuchiki? I refuse to believe it. Hiroto always pictured members of the noble houses as being well-spoken and sophisticated, always carrying themselves in a certain way and trying to show off about how their family was the best with the most money. And then I find her. No, Hiroto did not believe it because that was not how he was told Nobles where, and he did not understand how a drunkard would ever make it to Squad six, much less a Vice-Captain.

Hiroto kind of stopped listening to what she had to say, sort of zoning her out because he took her for a liar, but then his attention was snapped back into the harsh world of reality when he felt something touch his face... A finger. It was her finger. Hiroto's muscles tensed hard and his eyes narrowed and his usual glare hardened because her finger was touching his face. “Yer pretty cute.” Hiroto allowed the compliment to fly over his head because his brain was concerned with more pressing matters; the dirty, alcohol infested finger that had dared make contact with his skin. His hand hand twitched, wanting desperately to grasp onto the hilt of his katana and lop that dirty fingers right from its hand so it was no longer pressed on his face, so it could whither and die on the ground.

“Whazz yer name?” The question took him by surprised because he wasn't expecting her to speak. "Hiroto Kouhei." He said between his gritted teeth that were now grinding together. He felt like he was suffocating under a sea of impurity and germs because of that one drunk's finger that was now pressing into his face. “You’re my best friend, you know that~?” it was clear that was the alcohol talking not Anastasia's but it still infuriated him so badly that his jaw the clenched tightly and his left hand was resting on the hilt of his Katana. Honestly, Hiroto hoped she would go away before he did something he would regret later on, but then she just got closer and closer to him and Hiroto could already feel the sea of rum drowning him and filling his nostrils. “Egh…Where am I?”

Hiroto closed his eyes and tried to relax his breathing but she was just too damn close. “Can we cut a deaaal? Pleaseeee? You take me back to my barracks and…I’ll give ye… that stick over there.” Hiroto ignored that last proposal but it was now taking all his willpower to not draw his sword and tell her to fuck off. And as if to infuriate him more she got her flask and tipped it, as if trying to get the last dregs of rum in her mouth but she found nothing and already Hiroto was now imagining taking his Katana and driving the tip through he neck, but he knew he shouldn't, he knew he shouldn't because although he doubted she was actually a Kuchiki she was still a Shinigami. She was still a-

“Why is the rum always gone?” She asked and them pocketed the flask of alcohol and already Hiroto could feel that side of his brain, that perfectionist side, the OCD side that yearned for purity to draw his blade and attack her. But she wasn't serious, she wasn't serious because she was under the influence of poison and that was why Hiroto was staying his blade for now. Just calm down, stay calm, calm down Hiroto. He was still young and brash and full of stupid ideals that most people would never meet, it was only natural he would be in this sate simply by this girl continuing to stay in close proximity of him. The thing is that Hiroto knew she was friendly and he should walk away but she might follow him. She was friendly; at least he thought she was, but she was still hacking through his patience very quickly, her germs, her dirtiness, her lies, it was so unshinigami like and Hiroto hated it, but he was willing to let that go, for now.

“So…How about that great deal I proposed, eh?”

And then Hiroto unclenched his jaw but tightened his fist, but he didn't draw his sword, he only drew it slightly so she could see the part of the steel but still kept most of it sheathed, it was a warning, a threatening warning because Hiroto was still a man of visuals and not just speech. "No," he replied coolly, staring her down and glaring at her with narrow eyes, he just wanted her to leave him alone because the smell, the slurring, the touching, just being close to the alcohol was all too much and he refused to bear it from her; a girl who he didn't even know but he had already taken a dislike to her. "And please, don't you ever touch me again, liar!" He spat, it wasn't just a warning, it was also a threat.

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Hm. Something is not quite right here. Usually, when she told people she was a Kuchiki, they either believed her or just stood there ready for Death to snatch them up from their heart attacks and strokes. She blinked a few times, as if it were needed to fully process this situation. Such a reaction intrigued Anastasia mildly. How interesting… Though it wasn’t nearly as interesting due to the fact that she was still slightly intoxicated. She could slowly start to feel herself getting a better grip on her situation. Just a little better though. He looked like he wasn’t comfortable at all. That was all natural though. In fact, it was to be expected; Anastasia used such antics and dirty tricks to rile people up or get them embarrassed. To her delight, this morning’s victim had easy feathers to ruffle. It almost reminded her of a certain Vice-Captain of Squad 9 who shall not be named for absolutely no reason. He had quite a temper too.

However, this one was much more quiet. She could sense that much at least. Touching people and getting all up in their personal bubble was usually a gateway to reading such emotions and catching certain vibes. Not only that, but she sometimes had the rare and amusing opportunity of instilling fear in someone. Now, that was always the icing on the cake. ”Hiroto Kouhei” he said simply. He definitely was not having fun. The corners of her lips curled into a smile that was rather friendly. Ha! She made a new friend! Friends was something you can never have enough of, right~? “Nice ta meetcha, mate~” Her tone was light hearted and air which wasn’t just from the alcohol, it was her personality all around. Even as a drunk she was friendly. Though, she was much more of a trouble maker…

“You look sick, my friend~” she noticed his expression. Normally she’d care a little when she was sober.. but right now she didn’t care at all. She put her hand to his forehead. “…Feels warm. You should really take better care of yourself~! Rest! Take some time off! Steal something~!” She giggled at the last suggestion. Stealing things were fun. Alas, it would seem her tricks and flattery would fall deaf on the boy’s ears. Ooh a stern one he was. If Shoku-chan had a son by some miracle of god, this kid would be it~! ”And please, don’t you ever touch me again, liar!” Anastasia stared at him, dazed and confused. Some of that didn’t register. Mostly the ‘don’t’ part. Actually, she heard it but she chose to ignore it. She poked his shoulder. “Poke.” she watched his face and started to smile. He looked upset but that made her want to smile more than she should have.

Anastasia heard the click of a drawn sword… sort of. She didn’t actually see one. Instead, she tilted her head to get a better look at his side. The glint of metal somewhat visible. Her jaw dropped. Why would he wanna leave it like that!? Did he see something scary? Anastasia awkwardly turned around to see if something was behind her. Nope. To her left? Nuh-uh. Right? Nada. She pointed a finger at herself, confused. “Ye wanna fight or are you look for that stick?” she asked incredulously. Anastasia did not like to fight. After all, why fight when you could negotiate, right~? Perhaps she could create some kind of deal he’d be willing to accept! “Tell ye what, mate~…. Yer antsy and all kinds of adorable. I’ll maybe let ye smack me around for a bit. Maybe.” She raised a finger and stumbled back into a tree. “But! if you lose this little fight, you’re give me a piggy back ride all the way to the Squad 6 Barracks~ They’ll understand… maybe give me more rum… You think they’ll give me more rum, mate~?” She shrugged. Probably not. Everyone knew Anastasia was a drunkard.

She took her weapon out of its belt; using her sheathed nagamaki like a pole. “If it’s any motivation, mate…if you lose, it’ll mean you get to touch me again.” She winked at him, taunting him. She was a gambler of fate.. and was risking her chance of not having to walk herself all the way over to her Squad's barracks. She could get some use out of this if she won~ Her enemy was angry. Perhaps she’d take advantage of that. It’s a thought. She motioned for him to attack her as she settled into the world’s worst defensive stance. She was just using her zanpakuto in the very same way an old man would use a cane. Anastasia looked exhausted and worn but that could be due to the effects of a bad hangover and more alcohol on top of it. However, she’ll be damned if she didn’t show him that she had a little fight in her left.

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The moment she had laid her hand on his forehead he was ready to bite, had he been a dog he probably would have snapped up her hand in his jaws. The very touch sent waves of panic and rage throughout his body, causing his muscle to tense and his left eye to twitch ever-so slightly that would be barely noticeable to her in her intoxicated state. Of course anyone who knew Hiroto would know that the tensing of the muscles, the twitching of the eye would mean that his OCD his got to him so bad he was going to be sent into a rage. And this rage would be either physical or verbal -it was usually the latter-. The vile stench of alcohol was probably going to kill him before any hollow at this rate.

And it had been clearly evidenced that now she was aiming to piss him off, taking her finger and poking his shoulder with it. This then caused his glare to turn into a hard scowl, as if she had poked him right in between the eyes. It seemed that his body language had finally gotten the message in, the glint of metal, and maybe even possibly the scowl made her realise just how annoyed he was. “Ye wanna fight or are you look for that stick?” She asks which gains no reply from the sober Shinigami other than an ice cold scowl. “Tell ye what, mate~…. Yer antsy and all kinds of adorable. I’ll maybe let ye smack me around for a bit. Maybe.” She says before stumbling back a little bit. The idea of being able to 'smack her around' actually perked Hiroto's attention very much, so much that his ice cold scowl lessened a little bit.

“But! if you lose this little fight, you’re give me a piggy back ride all the way to the Squad 6 Barracks~ They’ll understand… maybe give me more rum… You think they’ll give me more rum, mate~?” Hmm, it was a very intriguing proposal. She's awfully confident. But then again alcohol did make people much more braver, even the littlest of cowards could be the bravest fools while under the influence of alcohol. It would get them killed for sure. Still, Hiroto didn't think it would be too difficult, after all she was drunk so wouldn't be nearly as powerful as she was when sober. But there would always be that off chance he lost... Once again the thought of putting her on his back and carrying her all the way to the Squad 6 barracks sent shivers down his spine. The constant stench of alcohol would fill his nostrils, her sweaty, dirty arms would be wrapped around his neck, also it would be completely degrading and humiliating.

Still, Hiroto was confident, also this would be a good chance to spar, there was no real reason to decline this fair challenge. Hiroto was certainly no coward, his perfectionist side would never let him back out of a perfect good challenge because that would leave him feeling incomplete, imperfect. "Fine, I accept your challenge." He stated calmly and drew his sword and took his sheath from his belt. Hiroto refused to lose this, especially to her. “If it’s any motivation, mate…if you lose, it’ll mean you get to touch me again.” She says and winks, as if he didn't know. "That's why I'll make sure I don't lose." The young Shinigami states calmly before then mentally preparing for battle.

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The first thing he notices is the way her sheathed zanpakuto seems to be used like a walking stick, that meant she had her weight on it and wasn't balanced. Hiroto knew he could definitely take advantage of that, considering how poor her defensive stance was, Hiroto was in no way a master swordsman and possessed no specific fighting style, he preferred to be more ... unpredictable. Hiroto shot her a hard glare before executing his move, focusing his reiatsu into his feet he shot forwards into a quick shunpo, had he not used shunpo he would have been quite slow, however, shunpo boosted his stat speed up to 560, much faster than a drunken Ananastia. He used shunpo to appear in front of her, stopping in his tracks. Now back to normal speed he would attempt to use his foot to kick the bottom of sheathed blade, making it buckle to the backwards, hopefully she would at least stumble, at best fall forwards towards Hiroto since she was using it as a cane.

This move did have a meaning, although Hiroto did not know about her ability to use kidou but if she stumbled (or fell) forwards that would make it difficult for her to aim and fire the kidou, also what Hiroto did next would hopefully stop her from trying to cast any spells, it was a risk on Hiroto part to attack her without fully realizing her capabilities but he saw an opportunity and grasped at it. With her stumbling and off balance he would then use his blunt sheath, he didn't want to slice and dice her up (he wasn't that pissed off yet) and sent it towards the side of her head. He was barely stronger than an average human but if this connected with the side of her head it would surely leave some bad damage, bruise, bump, concussion, maybe even knock if he was real lucky.

Maybe it was harsh and if it connected it would be painful but fucking hell, Hiroto did not want her climbing on his back.

Reiatsu: 630 (-50 from shunpo)

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Ooh. That was the look of true ferocity in his eyes. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, but Anastasia was certain something exciting was going to happen in the next few moments. He moved fast, making the decision to quickly close the distance between the two. Huh. That’s fuuuuny~ She could’ve sworn he didn’t want to be anywhere near her earlier~ Or was that shyness? Hmm… Perhaps Hiroto was what they called “Tsundere”? Oh, that is absolutely adorable, aru~! She donned a lopsided grin on her face. Both from the alcohol and default amount of confidence flowing out of her pirate ass. Anastasia was normally like this because… if she wasn’t bold or confident in herself, how could she possibly hit on anyone? Confidence was definitely necessary. She wasn’t egotistical though. She wasn’t going to say she was the best. Anastasia knew damn well she was the worst.

At least people heard of her. That was her only saving grace. That and she was a Kuchiki for a reason. Sozen saw something special in her. She didn’t know what, but there was something there and maybe that was something to believe in. Something to truly believe instead of living the life of a fuck up. She was sure Shoku-chan was tired of it. Maybe she should show him how strong she really was? Show Shoku-chan AND Hiroto…Ugh. But her body…Her body felt so weak and exhausted. A night of partying and drinking and even more drinking the next day wore her body out. Anastasia had no choice but to deal with it and just go with the flow. At best, attempt to make the best of her situation. "Ye should relax just a tiny bit, mate~ I'm sure you're much more handsome when your smiling~ It also takes more effort to scowl, aru~" she tried to lighten the mood before a *hic* escaped her pink lips.

Anastasia was best at remaining calm in almost any situation. Being intoxicated had her a little loopy but she could still remain calm and do something. Whoa. Wait. What the fuck. HIroto blurred like a speedy fuck just now. At least he stopped. Yeah. He stopped right in front of her. Anastasia’s eyes widened and before she knew it, she was falling head first. She made a point to never let go of her zanpakuto, so that was still firm within her grip. There was no prying it from her cold, drunken hands. No way, no how. An inelegant, slightly panicked noise escaped the drunken shinigami’s lips as she fought desperately for balance. Hiroto was already out of shunpo at this point. Anastasia should be faster in this situation.

Instinctively, Ana started to stumbled forward. Sadly, she was drunk and unable to keep her balance. Her hand quickly snapped up to grab Hiroto’s shihakusho from the front. If he was close enough to kick her zanpakuto out from under her, then he was close enough for her to grab. Her fingers latched on tightly to his clothing. Latching onto his clothes not only meant touching him, but it meant she she’d avoid his other blows as well. She’d avoid the ground and the nasty disadvantages that came from it. If she was successful, it’d mean she was safe for now. Still, she needed to retaliate. She had a point to prove to the both of them and maybe herself. She had to show everyone that she needed to get the fuck back to the Squad 6 barracks cause this shit was pretty hard to handle drunk. She giggled.

“Ahahahaa~ I’m touching you again cute stufff~”

Anastasia had been holding on to the hilt of her zanpakuto this entire time.. which had been the death dealer of a weapon like the nagamaki. A nagami had a hllt longer than its own blade. It was a pole like weapon that gave her reach and distance if she needed it. She shoved the butt of her hilt up at Hiroto’s nose. It was 2 and half feet long and definitely within her reach. The point of this? To make him reel back and stay away from her so she could attempt to regain balance. If she was successful, he’d be forced back with a possible bloody nose… with one other catch. She’d be forced to the ground once more. Anastasia had absolutely no intention of using kido. Or at least, she’d try not to. She wasn’t really feelin’ it or up for using any magical spells right now. She could be left vulnerable but hey, go with the flow, right~? Oh. Wait. One last thing…

“Touchy, touchy, touchyyyyy~”

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Everything appeared to have worked. The shunpo had been a good move on Hiroto's part, her drunken brain didn't seem to fully comprehend the speed at which Hiroto used to shunpo right in front of her. It seemed everything was going according to how Hiroto predicted it, although he was slightly worried about when he stuck his foot out to kick it even that seemed to work without a hitch, Hiroto knew it was risky kicking, people can grab your foot, break your leg, break anything in your leg and you're screwed. And for someone like Hiroto who liked to freely move around having a broken leg would seriously hinder him, luckily it seemed that she was too drunk to be able to react to him sweeping his leg to knock her sheath from under her. It was working, just how he wanted it to.

And Hiroto's prediction went exactly according to plan she stumbled forwards, right towards him, putting her in perfect range of - "“Ahahahaa~ I’m touching you again cute stufff~” It was then when Hiroto felt a warm hand latch onto him, touching his chest and holding onto his clothes like some sort of soft vice. No, no, no! She was actually touching him once again! Once again she had actually put her sweaty, alcohol infested, germ ridden hand onto his flesh! Onto his pure, clean hard worked flesh that he had worked so hard to keep completely and utterly perfect. Hiroto held onto a strong belief that he was completely clean, and he hated other people touching him and actually infecting him with their germs of imperfection.

It really was strange, Hiroto knew that he would be touching his enemies in combat, especially due to his lack of talent in kidou so he should've expected to be touched. He did expect to be touched, but just because he expected to be touched by others didn't actually mean he was prepared for it or even remotely liked it. It was weird, anyone other than Hiroto would not mind an attractive, drunk girl touching them but Hiroto's mind worked much differently to that. You could be hotter than the girls that were displayed on page 3 of The Sun if Hiroto found you to be dirty, germ infested or your behaviour just not up to scratch he would take a dislike to you. Hiroto had a standard of perfection that his brain reinforced with walls of ice constantly, and this woman did not meet the standards and if she wasn't a Shinigami, Hiroto would have attacked her more seriously.

But, she had grabbed him and Hiroto's eyes widened and his scowl only got more intense. All the germs, I'm going to have to burn this shihakusho after this. And then shower for at least three hours. Still, he could now rule out trying to swing at her with his sheath, that was long since out of the question. And then she got her hilt, and abnormally large hilt for a sword that was pointed straight at me! Hiroto knew that hilt could do some serious damage to his face if it hit him there and having his face smashed in by a drunk woman's hilt was not preferable. But still, he did have many ways to avoid that did not involve dodging (she was grabbing him, dodging was out of the question anyway). He held his sheath and zanpakuto in both hands, and both would work perfectly for what he intended to do.

He lifted his katana so it was in front of his fact, he held it tightly with an iron grip because it would be horrible if his sheath slipped from his grasp and hit him in the face, horrible and embarrassing. The hilt would come sailing towards him, luckily not too fast and would collide directly with his katana making an audible clang! His scowl did not lessen, in fact the longer her hand stayed clutched onto his outfit the more inclined her felt to sever it. But he didn't the more rational side of his brain warned him against mutilating her because he could go to jail, and let's face it, even this woman wasn't dirtier than jail.

So his brain formulated another solution instead of forcibly removing her germ infested hand from his clothes he would stun her into letting go. But his solution was almost just as repulsive as letting her hand stay rested there longer than necessary. He would have to do the unspeakable. He would have to touch her himself! Even the very thought of it made Hiroto want to empty his stomach. But then again, she had already grabbed him, what more harm could he possibly be doing? Her hand had been there for a few seconds now? Touching her won't make things any worse I reckon. That is how he could rationalize his next action in his head. It can't possibly get any worse, it can't possibly get any worse, it can't possibly get any worse. He repeated that phrase in his head.

Within an instant of blocking the hilt with his katana he pushed the hilt to the side, meaning both of their blades were out of the way; he was a bit stronger than her so there wouldn't be any resistance, also she was hammered. He dropped his sheath and quickly lashed out towards her face with his fist, if she was close enough to grab him he was close enough to punch her. He had never really minded hitting girls, he grew up in District sixty-nine, everyone was fair game. He would quickly lash out with his hand so his fist would connect with her nose, hopefully she would either have to let go and move out of the way or take the hit. If his fist connected the chances were she would come away with a bloody nose, let go and stumble back a few steps. Of course this was only a prediction that she would let go and move back if his fist connected. Hopefully to dodge she would let go and move back a few steps, still leaving her in range for his next move either way.

If she did move back, and stayed in range, he would then take advantage of this and quickly slash towards her stomach area with his katana, if this connected it wouldn't be too deep but it would be deep enough to hurt a lot.

"I warned you not to touch me."

Reiatsu: 630

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Clang!

There it was. His own katana shielding him from her own strike to the nose. Not only that, but it didn’t budge. She watched his angered expression, calm and cool…and drunk as ever. She wore the faintest of smiles. "Why so serious?" she asked, purely amused. Her grip on his shirt was going to be important in their little scuffle today. It meant a lot of things. Most of all, it was going to mean how dangerous Anastasia was up close. She was a drunk but maintaining a space to the point where someone couldn’t breathe was the female’s specialty. It was how she managed to get anything and everything she could possibly want. If she wanted something of yours, you best believe that it was her’s the moment she laid her eerie opalescent irises upon it.

He was successful in blocking her blow to the nose. He’d blocked with his katana and pushed her hilt off to the side. Ooh~ He seemed really strong. Well, everything seemed really strong at the moment. Her body felt so weak. Hard to move as fast as she used to. Hard to keep up like she used to. The only thing that remained the same was her mind. Her mind was all she needed… Sort of. It didn’t mean much if your body couldn’t do what you wanted it to do. Her still sheathed blade was out of the way and so was his. No resistance whatsoever. That was his. Her fingers only clenched his uniform harder; just for a little extra stability when he did so. He seemed like he was ready to do something… She was ready. Sorry, Anastasia just wasn’t done clowning around. She was far from it.

He dropped his sheathe and awh.. He looks so angry. Perhaps he needed a hug. He was going to punch her right in the face but, oh! What the hell! If he wants to get close, he can get close. He might’ve been stronger than her, but she was still faster than him. Not by much, but maybe it was enough of a difference. She was already grabbing his clothes. Anastasia tilted her head towards the inside of his fist that threatened her (mostly to avoid as much of his punch to her nose) and quickly slid her hand up to the back up the neck and pulled his face right into her chest as fast as she possibly could. How far of a reach could it be if they were already close enough? It was the pressure at the back of the neck that would force his face right into her chest. He was hoping to hit her square in the face but if she was that close then maybe it wouldn’t have the chance of connecting? She’d tilted her head, at most, she’d avoided the brunt of his first attack. She was too close. She was also too close for him to utilize his Katana properly. It’d be too awkward at that distance. If he had a shorter blade, then it would be different.

Yeah. She did that. Anastasia had some basic training in Arnis. In Arnis, you didn’t need to use a weapon all of the time. She wasn’t a master at it, but she knew some things. It was a special way of applying force to disarm your opponents or redirect them somewhere else or.. Open them up. It was really up to Anastasia if she wanted to take offense. Rarely, she did. However, being that this became a fight of proving points, she’d made up her mind. In the instant she brought his head to her chest, she forced it down and she brought her knee up, hopefully kneeing in the face and possibly giving him a real bloody nose. Following up after that, she hammered the side of his head with the butt of the hilt and slid her hand to his shoulder. Anastasia pushed him off of her knee and much farther away, allowing him time to collect himself and get his senses together.

Anastasia wasn’t the type to hurt someone when they were down. Well, she was, but this wasn’t a mission for Sozen or buried treasure she was after. This was a real shinigami with real feelings. “Ye got something’ against people touching’ ya mate?” She looked at him curiously. Anastasia really didn’t know how his mind worked or what made him tick. Not only that, but she genuinely wanted to make conversation with the guy. “Can I ask why, Hiro-chan~?” Hello new nickname. She’d known him for less than half an hour and already given him a nickname. It was never going to go away. It was his forever whether he liked it or not.

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It would be a lie to say that Hiroto wasn't getting more annoyed by the minute as his attacks just wouldn't land. As if this girl had some sort of damage repellent which meant that any hits would just sail past her. Honestly, it was truly frustrating but Hiroto kept his cool, just like he has been taught to. Give nothing away, show no weakness. Hiroto always found if difficult to give nothing away, especially with a condition such as OCD; honestly that thing wasn't like an itch that wouldn't cease no matter how much you scratched it, it was more like thorn stuck in the side of his brain that wouldn't come out. It hurt, it was frustrating, it drove him crazy and it dominated him.

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His fist went sailing past the side of her head which was only met with a frustrated grunt. Before he could attempt to pull back by other means suddenly her hand was at the back of his head and being forced down. And before he knew it, everything was dark... and soft, like when he slept on a comfortable cushion at home, or relaxed on one. It was dark which was actually quite horrifying, panic but the last thing he remembered was being forced right... towards her chest. It can't be possible. No, it was possible, that would explain why it smelt like an endless sea of alcohol, and the incredible softness. It all made sense.

No-but no.

Before Hiroto knew it there was an explosion of pain across his nose and a thick, warm trickling around his mouth, in fact he had unintentionally avoided Ananastia's swing to the side of his head due to him collapsing on his knees due to the bloodied nose. Shit, it's so warm. If she was an enemy she could have taken her weapon and shoved it through his neck and throat, probably making Hiroto drown in his blood, but luckily she was not an enemy or Hirot would surely be dead. I'm such a weak fool! The perfectionist side of his brain was scolding him, hammering against his skull like the inside of his head was a punching bag, and that mental hammering, that mental thunk! thunk! was more painful that the throbbing in his nose. However, she relented and dropped back, leaving him breathing room.

It was almost too much, this mental scolding was worse than any scolding he's been given, it was always like that. Disappointing himself is what he considered it. The mental thunderclaps in his head that scolded him for failing, constantly there, constant and never ending. He got up and leapt back, making a distance between them, his face obviously in pain as he tried to analyse her. However, then his train of thought was interrupted by her speaking to him yet again in this fight. And while he felt slightly mocked he listened intently to what she said, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. “Ye got something’ against people touching’ ya mate?” She asked him and he responded with a very visible not, now letting go of his nose and letting his bloodied unarmed hand drop to his side. “Can I ask why, Hiro-chan~?”

That question suddenly made his muscles tense up, as if he was freezing up at the question. A part of him wanted to explain, explain everything about how his mind worked, his OCD, his constant need to purity and cleanliness, oh a part of him craved to open up to someone. But another part of him thought it would be weak, it would be wrong to open up to a dirty, drunken stranger who he only learned the name of a few minutes ago. But then he finally figured out an answer in his head. "If you defeat me I'll explain." He said with an icy calmness despite the horrible throbbing in his nose and the hot crimson spilling down his face and dripping into the grass.

Hiroto had gathered his barrings and was already ready to make a move, he took a short step to the side, as if he was getting into a stance. It was subtle and quick despite there being quite a distance between them, but he knew to take advantage of her drunkenness and her slowed reaction time as alcohol did that to the body. He lifted his sword ever so slightly, so the end was pointing to the side and the sharp bit was almost pointing at Ana which would seemingly mean nothing, it wouldn't be that noticeable. And then he exploded forwards with a burst of shunpo, however he didn't stop in front of Ana, he kept on going right past Ana, with his katana still held to the side.

Now two things would happen, firstly, due to the blade being angled so the edge of the sword being pointed right towards were Ana was she would most probably be sliced through and through, however not fatally, it would be quite a deep gash around her hip area because he'd be going at such a quick speed it would go right throug. It would be really tough to react to this, she could not follow his shunpo, especially not in her drunken state, if anything she would barely know what happened until it happened, while he was using normal speeds she could probably follow him; however, shunpo multiplied his speed by ten. She didn't even have the instincts of a well-trained athlete who could follow thrown baseballs slower than him. He'd keep on going until he was behind her, back in close-quarters. He would then clench his unarmed hand and unleash a ferocious punch aiming for the back of her head, not nearly strong enough for a knock-out blow but enough to leave her seeing stars.

Hiroto was quite mad and now he would attack her with the ferocity the mirrored the pain in his bloody nose.

Reiatsu: 580 (-50 from shunpo)

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[[ooc: I'm so sorry for being so late on this! Finals are here so I'm going to be extra slow for a few weeks or so. Soooorry! #LeagueOfFontSize1!]]

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“If you defeat me I’ll explain”

Ooh. Tough words~! She liked that! Anastasia’s smile grew wide like a Cheshire’s Cat. There was no fun pursuing something that had no challenge after all, right~? If there was no chase, there was no glory in securing the prize. To work for it made it a thousand times more satisfying. You felt on top of the world when you accomplished something tough. Alright! She was going to make him speak! Anastasia was determined to learn more about the angry enigma that was Hiro-chan. She knew that once she set her mind to something, she could accomplish incredible things. Spectacular things! It wasn’t so much that Anastasia was lazy, she chose happiness above everything else. Happiness and maybe just a spot a love…Just a teensy bit. “Adding more stakes? More spoils for me I guess~” she taunted playfully.

Not that the pirate loved anyone. After all, who could trust a pirate~? It was the wisest thing for anyone to do when they encountered someone like her. The iciness in his voice was apparent. His eyes were cold and focused. She’d done something to piss him off horribly. Yet, Anastasia couldn’t quite figure it out. She just that knew every time she made contact with him, he became livid. Seriously, what sort of person was he? The more this scuffle dragged on, Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder. Her curiosity grew and if she wasn’t careful, she’d get killed like the cat. Her blanched irises watched him, waiting for him to make his move so she could retaliate.

Sadly for the pirate, he blurred past her the same way he’d done before. However, the way he blurred past her was… different…and rather painful. Anastasia didn’t have any sort of pain tolerance. Such a gash was bound to hurt to the point where she’d fall to one knee the instant he’d finished. Anastasia hissed in pain and clutched the side where he’d slashed. He’d moved quickly to punch the back of her head, but he might miss considering she’d fallen over. Maybe if he aimed for her back, he’d have gotten a hit. However, the head was a smaller target. The possibility of him missing still existed. Hopefully. A blow to the back of the head could prove to be extremely nasty. On top of that, when you were drunk and hungover simultaneously, you head just wasn’t on right. It hurt and it was tired and it was probably dying for some rest.

"Ferocious, ain't ye? I'm curious to hear about what brought this on... after all, we're best friends now, aru~" she smiled weakly. The familiar scent of iron was back; it was her own blood. She could feel how deep it was. If she hadn’t introduced herself the way she had before, then he was out for more than blood. He would’ve been after her life. His blood was boiling it seems. Happy, drunk Anastasia was now more perplexed than ever. She didn’t truly mean the boy harm but if she was fighting for her life, then now was the time to be a true pirate… And get some blood on her hands. She had to retaliate. Through all that pain and alcohol, Anastasia’s calm mind was really the only thing holding her together. That and her newfound determination to learn more about her new, almost adorably hostile friend. Right now, she needed to maintain some distance from him. The best way she knew how would be equally as bloody…. maybe.

Anastasia quickly grabbed his ankle. Whether he liked it or not, she had to do it. That was how fights went; you touch people and they die. She twisted over to the side, in great pain, and slammed the hilt of her nagamaki into his thigh. One force pulled, the other pushed… all on one leg. With the force applied on his going in one direction and her pulling his ankle in the other, he was sure to trip. She may not have been a strong as him; hell, her strength was hindered by his gash. However, she thought that she might have enough to make him fall on his back. She still held on to his ankle, tucking it tightly under her arm (the one that was unarmed) so that he’d have some trouble moving. With a simple twirl with her fingers, she had the bladed edge of her nagamaki point at the leg she held captive and stabbed it. She quickly ripped her blade out of his leg and tried her damnedest to crawl away on hands and knees, letting him go.

Alas, she wouldn’t get too far. Not with that gash on her side. Her breathing grew heavy. If successful, he would be hindered as well. Surely, he wouldn’t be able to move as fast as she did. If anything, he might be a little bit closer to where she was pre hip gash. She quickly glanced and the now bloodied side and looked back at him. Ah, what’s a girl to do~? After all, in a world like hers, it was killed or be killed~ Anastasia, in all her happy, calm, chill state of mind, did not like to know that she was anywhere near death. Death was so… Final. It was end to everything. ‘Not today.’ were the right words to say to death. Was there any rum in death? Any handsome men? Any gold? Any parties? Any family? Any dreams? Hopes? Goals? Aspirations? No. All there was in death was silence. Infinite silence. That is why Anastasia lives each and every day as if it were her last! No regrets!

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Gah. I hate to end this but I'm not sure if he's coming back anymore. Can I get a grading on this please?

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+310 CTP to Ana
+330 CTP to Hiroto