Bad Memories, Good Deed's [Open no fighting]

Posts : 32 Join date : 2013-05-24

Light showered down upon the poorest and most dangerous district within the Rukongai, Most of these tattered and destroyed building's only had one room two if you were lucky. Almost every single room within the rukongai every buildings would have around twenty people living there. It was a good thing that none of them required sustenance, Yes here in the after life you do not need to eat to survive, If you get the feeling that you are hungry then you are someone who has the ability to use spiritual energy, This mean't you had the possibility of becoming a Soul Reaper.

Step after step, Hana Kai the newest Lieutenant to join the ranks of the Gotei 13 was making her way through the barren and destroyed area. Was this anyway to live..Ironic that those who were dead lived lives worse than when they were alive. Her long blond hair seemed to stand on end as if the tip's remembered this place. Her shinigami outfit clinging to her slightly sweaty body. She was terrified of this place, Every time she came to visit she would sweat. Even after a hundred years.

Hana had broken every negative comment every snide remark to prove her abilities, She had surpassed everyones expectation's of the frail and silent blond girl who appeared at the academy one day, But Hana had not alway's been this frail shy almost silent person, No when she was alive in the real world Hana was your average girl. A nice life a nice couple of jobs just getting by. After becoming a shinigami and seeing the invisible monsters that walked around on earth would she go back to that. No. But back to her story, Why was she afraid of this place, Why was the new lieutenant of the 1st division of the Gotei 13 terrified of a place were she could beat every single person with her hand behind her back.

There it was the reason, Staring directly into the third hut on the right side in the centre of the 80th district in the Rukongai was Hana's prison, She was kidnapped from the 14th District in Rukongai and brought here...This place were her body was maimed and used for the selfish purpose of men. Oh she did not hate men...She knew not all were vile monsters, But people like them that think women are nothing more than objects than play toys...The things they did..

Hana's hand's came up crossing over each other as if she were giving herself a hug rubbing her shoulder's up and down softly before staring once more at her prison...Yes..Today she felt scared terrified but she was less scared than she had been last month. She was forcing herself to relive her fear so that if it were ever used against her she would have some form of control. SHIT..she thought as the tear silently fell from her eye the pain of the tears she held back in her throat...Why was she crying...Was it the physical pain the emotional pain...No it wasn't some form of pain..It was loss...Because she lost who she was in that prison..and she was determined to get her back.

Wiping her the tear from her ocean blue eyes upon the turquoise bandages that hid her scarred hand she would use her other hand to grasp on to the large bag upon her shoulder, Turning around she would run from her prison...Not because of the fear no. She was handling it well she knew it would take some time but this was the beginning and already she was doing well. Turning into the large centre of the 80th district Hana placed the bag full of clothing with a note saying back next month upon. Hoping that children and adult a like would benefit from her kindness as she began to walk from the square. Her small smile hardly noticeable at all.

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-05-20

The slums of Rukongai were a quiet town. You only heard the occasional wailing of a hungry baby the scream of an unfortunate women or the excitement of a fight. Such was a day in the dirtiest districts of Rukongai. Silent, only an occasional cough breaking the droning silence of everything. Street brats sneaked from alley alley, preying on the goods of the unattentive. But here in the district of cut throats and low lives anything of value was guarded with watchful eyes. Scheming and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make a hit and run. Such was an opportunity. A group of men were distracted by something of value. They were threatening someone with an inch of their life. The brat looked sideways, making sure his path to escape was clear. Yes everything was perfect, the little bag of dangling coins. It would be a foothold to move a few number up. He wouldn't have to deal with these filthy pigs any more. A dirty hand, nails with crusts of blood from scratching blisters. Just a little more. Yes, everything was going perfectly, even life was helping him. Fate dictated that the bag of measly coins should come to him. wait. Fate had a very bad sense of humour if it dictated the literal meaning. The coin of bags jingled as they dramatically flew past his dirty little hands. The bag and its cut throat of an owner glided with little to no grace down the small alley. His fall being broken by a crunch of his bag and a gasp of his comrades.

The man made empty breathes. Trying to breathe the dusty air to fill his lungs. He made rasping noises, like a punctured balloon. He was on his knees, his back arcing in the strangest ways. He let out a rasp and fell silent. The little boy retreated back into the shadows, cursing as the perfect opportunity turned to nothing. He saw men stare at the fallen. His body gone limp, his arms giving off a final twitch before dying at its masters side. They turned back to face the maker. A grin and a glowing stare. A state of anger or amusement. One could never really tell.

" You have a lot of nerve to get in my way."

There she stood, back in the place of her earliest of memories. A short skirt that looked like was bought from a catholic school. Knee high black stockings and only the school shirt and tight black blazer finished the look. It was a lucky shot they told themselves. There was no way a slow back hand like could collapse a man's lungs let alone send him flying meters away. They eyed her, the way people do when they want to make a decisions. When they weigh the odds to see who the gods would favour. The cards were still free to play. The first hand had been revealed. They had yet to play their trump card. They eyed the blade that was strapped to the young thighs of the young girl. With that they could rule this district. Yes, they could still do this. There she stood the demon from these very disgusting depths. Only the the long blade indicating her strength. She was the highest hand. They believed theirs to be the winning one.

"You little bitch!"
Another raised his hands to strike her. She moved her own. It happened really fast but in truth fear had already creeped in under their skins. Sitting their comfortable like a tick in fur. Their own conscious had made them lethargic. In truth her movement had been slow but she hadn't wasted a single movement. She raised her free left hand and swatted the hand away. There was a distinct crack, no one would doubt what it meant. " Used to fighting little bitches? "Her grin disappeared, her face assuming the face appropriate for a master poker player. She was annoyed now, her brief moment of amusement had disappeared. She began to walk down the aisle again. The men quickly split into two columns. They didn't need to understand how it happened they only needed to know the answer. Their lives were in naught but the poker chips. They had no real substance to be one of the players. The dead man and the whimpering fool who was scared to scream were proof of it. No they were still players! Even if the pot was small they were still players, they still had one final hand to play. Never turn your back, thought the man. A triumphant look on his face. His eyes reflecting the light of the dull kitchen blade.

*clink

The blade refused to go in. Even an inanimate object rejected their existence. His eyes betrayed him, it was a lie. The girl turned around, the amused grin was back. In the shadows the boy swallowed.

Crumpled walls broke down as man flew threw it. Flying past a running woman, narrowly missing her. The woman was a strong and at the same time a weak one. What she chose to do next was her own choice but if she chose to look at the man who was fighting a blackout, she would know who he was. Every local should at the very least who they were. They were notorious these ones, an exclusive celebrity in the slums. Bad and dirty men. In his bleeding hands was the dull blade that still laughed at him. The girl appeared through the whole in the wall, her silhouette morphing into a solid being. " You couldn't even cut a rat's tail " At least the man had the guts to try and stab her. That was what got her motivated, if that was even the right word.

She walked up to shit stain, applauding him for his stupid but brave attempts. For that she would spare his life and his arms. Secretly inside she wished the man to make another attempt. If only there were more like him she'd enjoy life a little bit more but these were rare even within the Gotei 13. The rest had scattered for dear life, fearing that their fates might be maimed. They had a good rape ring going on, they didn't the blade. They ran away abandoning their comrade. The man crawled on all fours, trying to make sense of what had happened. It was only a flick to the forehead but he was sent flying through two walls.

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Wide eye's, Yes wide eyes would show the shock of expression, But what for, Why was she shocked. This was the 80th district of Rukongai a man flying past her as she ran towards the centre should be no surprise, Sliding to a halt as she noticed the girl whom was throwing these men about like ragdoll's. She should have guessed, Should have known that the one beating up the scum of the Rukongai would be none other than Yuri Kenpachi, Captain of the 11th division. As her blond hair stopped flowing from her skid Hana would eye the girl up, She was indeed powerful.

Hana would watch the series of movements, Watch the man, Hana seemed to have some hazy memories of this man, a few hundred years ago in those darker times. Shivering slightly as she watched the man fly through yet another two wall's after only a flick her eye's widened even more. She wondered if they would look comical. If this was kept up district 80 would be destroyed... This might not be a bad thing. Shaking this thought from her head she felt terrible. The screaming children reminding her that not all is as it seems. CHILDREN HOUSES WALLS she thought making little sense but she knew what she meant. Ah man.

Hana would walk her Reiatsu flowing thus making her presence known. As a captain the girl would or should at least know that the flow of spiritual energy coming from the blond hair'd soul eater was not meant to provoke an attack nor was it giving of any dangerous vibe at all. Then exactly why was Hana releasing her spiritual energy. Simple. Hana could bearly speak louder than a whisper to most people, The only exception's to this were Miyamoto the lieutenant to the 4th division and for some odd reason her captain, Yes Izanagi somehow brought Hana's voice out of her...He was like nothing she had ever seen before. Oh god another shake of her head as she walked. Taking a circular motion so that Kenpachi would be capable of seeing her Hana showered her smile...the one that looked as though she had a twitch in her face....Pretty hot for a blond chick like thought Hana. Taking a few steps to get closer to the captain Hana would softly bow her head thus showing respect. With her head down bowing her voice would come out even softer than she had planned as if whispering to her feet. "Captain Kenpachi...i..i..th..think....you...may..ha...ave destroyed.....som..someones....home" she would slowly and quietly stutter out.

Posts : 13 Join date : 2013-05-20

There was a flair of reiatsu, feeble compared to hers if she chose to release it. However regardless it was a worthy spiritual pressure, enough to crumble the week to their feet. The rise of the spiritual pressure wasn't a challenge, it was more to let her presense be known. However if seen from a different view it was an act of challenge. Who dared to stop a captain while they carried out business? Yuri watched the shy little Lieutenant, making her way awkwardly in circles to catch her gaze. There was another brave one, who held her formalities. Yuri was indifferent to this, how the girl came up to her giving light to what Yuri was doing. Yuri didn't really care if that was the home of children or the Soul King's shit bowl.

"You're the Oji's lieutenant.
Yuri Kenpachi gave off another grin, interested for a brief moment at the old man's brat. Yuri pointed her sheathed Zanpakuto, now removed from her hip, at the broken walls. "Neh, fukucho, if that's your idea of a home then you're some heartless women. A cramped space where 10-15 children crawl on each other for space. A slaughter-house if someone decides to pay a visit. Hungry, cold." Yuri knew, she was from this exact place. The slums of Rukongai, killing everything and everyone that had challenged her. She had a comfortable life. Her voice was grim, grin gone, husky but audible.

"If you really want these street rats to be safe, kill filth like him." Yuri pointed her sheathe Zanpakuto at the cowering man. Her Spiritual pressure rising. Rising slowly and heavily. Like a thick toxic mist starting from the bottom. Hands of the reaper reaching down and pulling him down into the earth. Strangling them of their very breathe. The lieutenant would be able to withstand her Pressure. Those around her would feel it, the white of their eyes showing. Her eyes looked dead straight into the eyes of the lieutenant.

"Neh? Fukucho?"
She would walk away from the scene having grown bored of the situation. Those who were in the area would feel relief as the pressure was lifted. They gasped, massaging their necks. The same reason why so many years ago countless people had tried to kill her. Because they felt they would die if they didn't kill the little girl carrying the sword.

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Posts : 32 Join date : 2013-05-24

Hana was intrigued, Kenpachi of the 11th division, A monster even among the captain's...For someone whom she was terrified of meeting Hana did not feel scared, She was actually very nice in a way, She was merciful to some which Hana definatly admired, Her words definatly struck a cord about the children and about scum like the man cowering under the spiritual pressure of the captain.

Her blue eyes stared deep into the captains, Why did she get this feeling. This feeling of warmth when looking into the eyes of what most called a monster a demon of the gotei 13, The spiritual pressure this girl released was powerful, Though Hana's movements went un-hindered, Her own spiritual pressure was powerful even for a lieutenant rank, Repeating one of her phrases Neh?fukucho? Hana was slightly confused but before she could react the spiritual pressure had been lifted...or had it. During the confrontation Hana's memory had flashed through her mind. The memory of the man cowering...This man was one of them..the one who had held onto her. Who had struck and abused her.. Did he not recognise Hana without a swollen face or was it the clothing.

The captain was walking away but even then she would here it, The soft whisper of Hana's voice had faded away as her shout echoed through out the Rukongai, "YOU BASTARD., YOU DISGUSTING PIG, EVEN IN THE AFTER LIFE PEOPLE LIKE YOU EXIST" She shouted as she lifted her own spiritual pressure, Her leg struck the man's face as he tried to get up from the release of the pressure breaking his nose, Hana did'nt have much physical strength in hand to hand situations but with strong legs made for shunpo a normal human would have no chance, Her right hand was on his collar as he spluttered blood. "DO YOU REMEMBER ME YOU BASTARD, DO YOU REMEMBER WHO I AM" she shouted. The cowering man shaking maybe angry that women had done this to him, His hand came up but the spiritual pressure was enough to subdue him once more as Hana continued cursing at him, Eventually he spoke Hanas spiritual energy subsiding enough to allow his mouth to make the required movements. "Girl...i remember no one, Specially not a blond hair'd bimbo like you" That did it, Hana using all her might flung the man into the ground forcing him to skid, Her hands making quick work of removing her blue bandages revealing the scars that even 4th division could not heal.

The scumbag of a man looked at the scars and then his face became a picture, Realisation anger and joy seemed to flow through his face, "Ah lassie i remember you, Your the pig that cried and sque" His sentance would not be finished, The sweet smell of Amai Kusai filled the air, Splattering noises would be heard along with gasps as the man held his throat, Through his fingers the blood which would soon stain the ground escaping in floods. She would not give him another look, Her eyes filling with tear's of hate and pain. The bag she had held with clothes lay on the ground but in one fell swoop would be thrown through the hole in the wall were the children would be huddled the note saying next month along with it, They would be warm tonight Hana would come help fix there wall tomorrow, Amai Kusai would slide with a clink back into her sheathe as Hana quickly hid her scar's away once more, The captain had walked off but Hana was sure Kenpachi would have heard the commotion maybe even watched but her anger had gone and her shyness had returned so she would simply follow, Embarrassed for the tears that she could not halt especially for crying while she caught up and walked silently with the 11th captain the sobs breaking through every so often. Maybe fate had placed the 11th captain here today because this was fated to happen, The thought of being glad that it was her who was here made Hana feel better, Why? because Hana wanted lots of things but pity was not one of them.

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