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20 Years have passed since the Fraction in Time, the event that brought both blessings and curses to the Shinigami, Humans, and Arrancar alike. Despite the hardships many went through during the period when Time itself was nearly unwound, many beautiful things have come of it.
Kurosaki Ichigo and Kurosaki Rukia have been married for nearly 20 years, their union bringing about the two twins Hisana and Daisuke, children blessed with Shinigami powers. Cifer Ulquiorra and Cifer Tia, having escaped to the Human World after defecting from Aizen, have been together nearly as long, and have a daughter Mikomi, an Arrancar and close friends with Hisana. Ishida Uryuu and Ishida Orihime have been married the longest, and have three lovely children, Airi, Satoru and Keichii.
The children grew up close, as the families stayed somewhat connected to each other, and a new group of powered children have emerged, following in the footsteps of their parents to take the world by storm. They live their lives out in the town of Karakura, where things are always interesting.
And they're certainly needed. Things are changing, subtly, but still. Despite Aizen being defeated, some of his loyal Arrancar remain, growing stronger. Reports come from Soul Society; Shinigami dissapearing in the dead of night to never been seen, Hollow attacks growing frequent again. Events seem to be building up to something, but what?
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Kurosaki Ichigo: Kadington
Kurosaki Rukia: Lyssa Moonsinger
Ishida Uryuu
Ishida Orihime
Cifer Tia: Halibel Madara
Cifer Ulquiorra: Kadington
Children:
Kurosaki Daisuke: Kadington
Kurosaki Hisana: Lyssa Moonsinger
Cifer Mikomi: Halibel Madara
Ishida Airi: Lyssa Moonsinger
Ishida Keichii
Ishida Satoru
Original Characters:
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_________________[ Ҝurosaki ● ℋisana ]
_________[҉]________†ɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
♫I think I found the recipe for creativity
Put all you've got, then add some heart♫
_________[҉]________Jůs† ůɲ∂εя †ɧα† sůяƒαcε
♫They fence us in to break us down
But still they can't shut us down♫
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
Hisana is a tall, slim teenager with long black hair from her mother and brown eyes from her father. She is very strong, per all her training, but subtly so; she still has a lot soft lines and curves to her. She is very pretty, mouth upturned in a smile more often then not. Her style of clothes outside of school is unique; lots of bright colors and things you wouldn't expect but she somehow pulls off.
[҉]________ ců† ɱє ƒяoɱ †ɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku-Family
Otousan-Father ● Kurosaki Ichigo
Okaasan-Mother ● Kurosaki Rukia
Niisan-Brother ● Kurosaki Daisuke
Ojiisan-Grandfather ● Kuchiki Byakuya, Kurosaki Isshin
Obaasan-Grandmother ● Kurosaki Masaki(deceased)
Obasan-Aunts ● Kurosaki Yuzu, Kurosaki Karin
Tomodachi no Kazoku-Friends of the Family ● Abarai Renji, Fujikage Flynn, Sarugaki Hiyori, Ishida Uryuu, Ishida Orihime
Nakama-Friends
Shinyuu-Best Friends ● Cifer Mikomi, Kurosaki Daisuke
Tomodachi-Friends ● Ishida Airi, Ishida Satoru, Ishida Keichii
[҉]________ Şφєαк ɱy ɱῑɲ∂
A very social creature, Hisana enjoys all sorts of people. She loves being around everyone and everything, and soaks up every new experience that she encounters. Parties, concerts, movies, and late nights at a friends house with a ton of video games and sweets are her scenes.
Family remains close to her heart, and no one is more important to her than her parents and brother. She is very well connected with her twin brother, so much to the point that they have twin telepathy. They know instinctively when the other is in trouble or hurt, and they always seem to know what the other is thinking. They are very keyed into each other, making the perfect fighting duo. It also makes it hard for them to beat each other in sparring and they usually come equally matched.
Hisana is a highly charismatic young lady, and can talk someone in to seeing her view if need be. She draws people to her with her quick laugh and wit, but also with her natural leadership skills; she'll take the wheel willingly, usually working side by side with her brother. She is very keyed in to how other people are feeling, and can read them well by expressions, posture, etc. She is also good with managing details, and will often be called on to help others with work or making things happen.
[҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
Kurosaki Hisana was born twenty minutes after her brother, making her the baby in the family, and Daisuke has never let her forget it. Their father became the taichou of an 'officially unofficial' new squad for Human Affairs, so both of the children were raised in the Human world a year after being born in Soul Society. They, along with their parents, were given specially crafted gigais that would age just like a normal humans body, but wouldn't limit them at all.
The kids were raised as normal humans, going to school, making friends, participating in sports, and training their Shinigami powers all the while. In 3rd grade, Hisana met Cifer Mikomi, and sensed immediately that she was an Arrancar. She confronted her after school, for Hisana was already a force to be reckoned with, but instead of fighting, the girls miraculously became friends and they've been inseparable ever since.
By 4th grade, Hisana came in contact with her Zanpakuto, Shio no sono Kyuuten, and after a lengthy time of conversing, learned her name and became a full fledged Shinigami. She's been sparring with her brother since then, every week for two hours on Friday. Even with the occasional trips to Soul Society and Hollow attacks every so often, Hisana did her best to live her life as a normal kid. However, she feels that something in brewing in the distance. Her day to day life now has an undertone of intensity, and Hisana sometimes wonders when the rubber band will finally snap.
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Hisana wields Shio no sono Kyuuten(Tide of the Heavens) as a Katana in its unreleased form, and it acts as a normal sword. However, when she calls 'Shinseki, Shio no sono Kyuuten!' the Zanpakuto changes into a silver rapier which controls water.
Special Shikai Abilities
Some no Eika, Kuronami!- First Song, Black Wave!
Her first song, when intoned, sends a wave of black water at a opponent, disorienting them and cutting off reiatsu senses long enough for her to make her move.
Tsugi no Eika, Mizu no Sunappu!- Second Song, Water Snap!
Her second song, when intoned, disintegrates her sword into water that form around both of her arms up to her elbows. Then, she can control that water at will, using them as whips in both hands, sharp spikes of water, or malleable shields.
Her third song has not yet been achieved.
♫The walls are thin, but still we're strong
We're broken but we beat as one♫
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Swimming
● Summer and Autumn
● Music, Japanese and American
● Painting
● Singing
● Training her Shinigami powers
● Sparring with her brother
● Chappy
● Flowers
● Astronomy
● Piano
● Art Class
● Gym Class
● Dancing- Ballet, hip hop, you name it.
● Cooking and Baking
● Taking Photos and Making Movies
● Ice Skating
● Cats
● Being Outside
● Coloring
[҉]________ Ƞo, †ɧαɲks.
● Meat- I'm a vegetarian.
● Dogs
● Really hot days
● Stupid people- no offense!
● Flighty people
● Doing Dishes
● Plans falling through
● Tight spaces
● Lightening + Thunder
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, iƒ I ωαɲ†є∂ †o
● Play Piano
● Dance- Ballet, Modern, Hip Hop, Freestyle
● Sing
● Cook
● Bake
● Speak English, Japanese, Chinese fluently.
● Very good with computers
● Sew pretty much anything.
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'†
● Dealing with math...I hate it.
● Managing time when I think something is unimportant.
● Not eating something yummy...what can I say, I'm a glutton.
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Drop Me In The Middle - Natasha Bedingfield
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg †ɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ s†rῑɲɠs
Lyssa Moonsinger
♫Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect
Upon the ocean I'll be the moon that turns the tide
Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple
A domino effect, falling through the sands of time♫
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_________________[ Ӄurosaki●Ðaisuke ]
_________[҉]________тɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
♫ ‘This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed’♫
_________[҉]________Jůsт ůɲ∂εя тɧαт sůяfαcε
♫’I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud’♫
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
Daisuke bears a strong resemblance to his father, messy and obnoxious orange hair and well toned body. His only really striking contract to his father’s appearance is his bright violet eyes and shorter stature. He wasn’t gifted with his father’s height but his mother’s shortness, something that doesn’t bother him as much as people think it would. Daisuke is handsome, and doesn’t carry the trademark scowl his father always seems to have all the time making his face a bit more appealing to others. His style in clothing is more on the conservative side. He doesn’t believe in keeping up with the latest fashion and will put on whatever the first thing he grabs from his drawers that morning.
[҉]________ cůт ɱє fяoɱ тɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku-Family
Otousan ● Kurosaki Ichigo
Okaasan ● Kurosaki Rukia
Neechan ● Kurosaki Hisana
Ojiisan ● Kurosaki Isshin, Kuchiki Byakuya
Obasan ● Kurosaki Karin, Kurosaki Yuzu
[҉]________ Şφєαк ɱy ɱῑɲ∂
Daisuke is a bit of a loner, and probably wouldn’t be as social as he is without his sister’s influence. It’s not that he doesn’t like people; he just doesn’t seem to attract them to himself like his sister does. Those who he is close to he is very loyal to almost to the point he’d do anything for them, taking his dad’s perspective that he needs to protect those around him. He has gotten into a few fights in his life and that maybe why those who don’t know him fear him slightly also the fact he’s got a bit of a problem controlling his anger doesn’t win him points with many people. His sister is the only one he has never raised his voice to and she seems to be able to calm him down dramatically by just being near him.
His family is by far the most important thing to him, and he considers more than just his parents and sisters his family. Anyone who has a deep bond with he considers his family and will do anything in his power to help them if they need help. Granted out of all the people he knows, he has the deepest bond with his twin sister. They are so close they have twin telepathy. Daisuke knows when his sister is endangers and when that happens there is nothing that can stop him from going to her aid no matter what stands in his way. His sister seems to be the same way when he is in danger. They even can sometimes know what the other is thinking, which makes sparring practice interesting at times…
Though he refrains from showing it often, Daisuke is a very passionate young man. He never leaves things half done and will see anything though no matter what obstruction stands in his way. He never really considered himself much of a leader but when his sister isn’t around to take the reins; he can prove himself to be leadership quality. He prefers to play the follower do to his sister’s charismatic ways but they do work side by side more than often.
[҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
Born twenty minutes before his twin sister Hisana, Daisake is the older sibling and thus he seems to have inherited a keen will to protect his younger sister. Granted he also won’t let his sister live down the fact that she was born second. Daisuke’s dad was already captain of soul society’s ‘official unofficial’ human affair’s squad. Because the squad was based in the human world, Daisuke grew up like most human boy getting a special crafted gigai that grew with him.
He has pretty much lived a normal life, well if you forget the fact he was born the son of Ichigo and Rukia. He goes to school, does soccer and martial arts, hangs out with his friends and trains his ever growing shinigami powers. He been keeping a close eye on his sister for most of his life and has gotten in a few scrapes with others just to protect her. During 3rd grade he found out his sister was hanging out with an arrancar and all though he was suspicious at first, he let it slide when he saw how close of friends his sister and the arrancar could be. It was around this time that Yoruichi seemed to take interest in him and started to train him in her own special way, which normally involved her stealing something of his and forcing him into a battle or chasing her.
Though born first it was Hisana that gained the skills to communicate with her zanpakuto first. That was only because of Daisuke lack of skill in the art of swordsmanship. He was never really skilled with a katana which was a bit of a shock to his parents as he preferred to fight with his fists rather than a sword. He was still able to keep up with his sister even after she sister started to master her shikai due to his training in martial arts and the training he received from Yoruichi.
Almost a year after his sister, he finally was able to connect with his zanpakuto, Jishaku Yajuu. The panther like spirit seemed to understand his lack of skill in swordsmanship and luckily for him his shikai transformed his dull katana into a pair of tonfas. Also because of his unruly spiritual pressure that he inherited from his father, his shikai is always active which works well for him.
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Daisuke really doesn’t like weapons except for his Zanpakuto Jishaku Yajuu (Magnet beast). Originally Jishaku Yajuu was a katana like all other zanpakutos, but after his initial release to shikai, Daisuke’s spiritual pressure keeps his zanpakuto in constant release state. The release state appears like a set of black Tonfas.
Daisuke true love is martial arts and hand to hand combat is something he excels at more than fighting with a weapon. He has trained under both Tatsuki and Yoruichi to improve his skills in martial arts to the highest limits possible for his age. He is also the self proclaimed young god of flashstep, something Yoruichi doesn’t seem to mind. Even his uncle Byakuya has helped in his quest to have one of the quickest flash steps in soul society. Though he is still not as fast as Yoruichi his skills in speed are impressive by far and combined with his martial arts skills make him a formidable fighter.
Special Shikai Ability
Well, it appears that Daisuke weapons are simply a melee type zanpakuto shikai, that is merely an illusion. His weapons true ability is to disarm his opponent of their weapon and force them into a hand to hand battle which Daisuke excels. One tonfa is needed to activate this power leaving Daisuke with the other to defend himself. Once the power is activated a magnet pull makes the tonfa cling to his opponent’s weapon and also makes the tonfa extremely heavy causing Daisuke to drop it. If the weapon still has powers after it’s been disarmed, Daisuke has the option to seal the weapon’s power with his other tonfa, but this ability is hit and miss and sometimes doesn’t work.
♫’Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky. Got to make your own breaks’♫
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Martial arts and weapons
● Friends
● His Family
● Video Games
● Yoruichi (Like he’d admit it)
● Energy drinks
● Anime
● Bass Guitar
● Sushi
● Sparring with his sister
● Soccer
● Training to become a shinigami
● Music
[҉]________ Ƞo, тɧαɲks.
● Dishonest people
● People who hurt others
● Swordsmanship
● Yoruichi (She steals his stuff)
● Bean Paste
● Doing the dishes
● Losing at anything
● Most modes of transportation
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, if I ωαɲтє∂ тo
● Plays Bass Guitar and Violin
● Prodigy at martial arts and flash step
● Generally just good at school
● Soccer
● Getting out of trouble
● Fixing things
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'т
● Gets car, air, and sea sick really easily.
● Has a short tempter
● horrible at swordsmanship
● Focusing on anything he considers boring.
● Has a tendency to be very brash and do things without thinking about them first
● Controlling his spiritual pressure
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Its my Life - Bon Jovi
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg тɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ sтrῑɲɠs
Kadington
♫ ‘Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down ‘♫
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_________________[Cifer●Mikomi]
_________[҉]________тɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
♫Can't close my eyes, they're wide awake♫
_________[҉]________Jůsт ůɲ∂εя тɧαт sůяfαcε
♫Every hair on my body
has got a thing for this place♫
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
She has short blond hair that has tow longer pieces of hair on the sides. Her eyes are green slits like her father .She has a light chestnut tan. She is about 5ft 8in. Her hollow hole is located in the same place as her father. Her hollow bone is a fin located on her head that is half a helmet.Her clothes usually show the mid drift and have a shirt of some sort. Her chest is a B-cup at most and her weight is about 110lbs.
[҉]________ cůт ɱє fяoɱ тɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku
Otousan ● Ulquiorra Cifer
Okaasan ● Tia Cifer
Obasan ● Nel, Flame
Ojisan ● Grimmjow
[҉]________ Şφєαк ɱy ɱῑɲ∂
Mikomi is quiet, timid, apologetic, and loves to help people. She has a few things that can set her off but her emotions do not go wild like uncle Grimmjow or anything like that, she gets her calm personality from her parents.
[҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
She was a child that should not exist at all,but due to Flame's mess up with time her parents somehow got together. She was grateful,to think those two fell in love was wonderful.She grew up with her mother that trained her and taught her the ways of fighting. Though also taught her the morals that aunt Neliel taught her mother during her time of strife. Though until she was about four she never met her father,but she believed her mother that said he was alive and that he would come back.She even stood outside around five everyday for a few hours waiting for him and Harribel had to convince her to come back. As the went on she still did so but one day she saw a pure white man walking towards her with his hands in his pocket and black lines on his face.She started to smile softly after all Harribel had a picture of him and his reitsu felt right. She waited for him to get right next to her as the two looked at each other for a minute.Her voice finally spoke,"Papa..."She clung to his uniform as she smiled more. Ulquiorra was bewildered that he had a daughter but a rare occasion happened with the man,he smiled and even got to one knee and hugged her. At this time Harribel was behind the two as Tia nodded and muttered,"Welcome home Ulquiorra-kun"As the family sat there for some time and Mikomi was crying into her father's shoulder as she was happy her papa was home...he was warm....
Time grew on and she trained with her father as well,she was getting stronger every day. Though she did not care for fighting ,all she wanted was her family back and now she had it.She even slept with her father sometimes,well more or less of falling asleep on his lap as they sat together. She grew up knowing family was the most important thing in existence.Though one day she was in tears along with her mother as her father fell to one knee and asked for Tia's hand in marriage,of course Tia said yes as quickly as possible and she tackled the man. Mikomi was cheering and waited a bit for her parents to stop the mushy stuff and joined the pile.
Once they had the rather wonderful wedding which finally made them a true family,they had the bonds that made them complete now. Nel was even the brides maid it was a fun wedding to say the least.Now they just wait for their friend,well Flame to come back..after all Mikomi wants to thank her with every portion of her being and Tia wishes to do the same.
It has been some time between then and now. She has actually befriended the Kurosaki children and is living a normal human life.If first happened around 3rd grade when Hisana confronted her outside of class. She was fearing a fight would burst out as her eyes showed pain in them while the bout was about to happen. She had gotten this a lot actually from random Shinigami so she was said she may have to transfer schools.But then to her amazement Hisana actually became her first true friend.
She has to reside in a gigai so she can look and appear human. She sometimes helps the Kurosaki's in their hospital with anything she can handle
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Cero
Bala
Enhanced Heirro
Advanced Swordsman
Enhance Regeneration
High Speed Sonido
Her sealed state she has two metal,bladed fighting fans that she keeps on her back that fold up,they resemble the fins of her true form the water dragon. When she releases she resembles a Valkyrie. She has a sword that resembles her mothers when she releases.
♫It couldn't be any more beautiful - I can't take it in.♫
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Strawberries
● Hisana
● Her Mother
● Her Father
● Music
● Art
● Swimming
[҉]________ Ƞo, тɧαɲks.
● Bitter chocolate
● Being alone
● Being hated
● Having people call her parents rude names
● People harming her friends
● Spiders
● Bullies
● People wishing to hurt her parents
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, if I ωαɲтє∂ тo
● Very musically inclined, she can play violin
● Paint and Sketch
● Dance
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'т
● Socializing
● Confrontation
● Expressing her emotion
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Can't Take It In - Imogen Heap
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg тɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ sтrῑɲɠs
Halibel Madara
♫We're back to the board
with every shade under the sun
Let's make it a good one♫
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_________________[ Sakuyo ● Hibari ]
_________[҉]________тɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
See everybody watching and passing judgment
on every little move and decision I make.
_________[҉]________Jůsт ůɲ∂εя тɧαт sůяfαcε
Everyone trying to make it harder
and everyone saying I would never be
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
Hibari, well, what can you say about her. The girl was built for battle. She's tall, well cut and muscled, and she keeps her hair cut plainly....all of which lead to her being an excellent physical presence during battle. Her eyes, they cut like swords. However, there comes the crux of the situation and a bit of her affliction. Though she is her division's dream during battle, she finds it difficult to make friends because of her hardened, hostile, and - dare I say - manly appearance.
[҉]________ cůт ɱє fяoɱ тɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku
Otousan ● Sakuyo Gorou
Okaasan ● Sakuyo Junko
Niisan ● Sakuyo Shinichi
Ojiisan ● Sakuyo Aoi, Hasekura Ko
Obaasan● Sakuyo Madoka, Hasekura Suzu
Nakama
Tomodachi ҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
Hibari was born to a very very blandly middle-class family living in the 24th district of Rukongai, also called the Shizukesa district. The area is filled with families scraping by, living a moderately comfortable life free of too much responsibility and also free of the need to question their safety. This life, while quiet and humble, is without notoriety. If one decides to spend their life comfortably in Shizukesa, they give up all hope that people will remember their name.
But Hibari was never satisfied with that, and it fueled her desire to leave. The fuel, some say, was so intense that it caused the manifestation and strengthening of her shinigami powers. No one knew why the daughter of humble shopkeepers in Shizukesa was so queer, but she was. She was seen talking to herself, running for hours at a time around the streets, staring off into the sky as if waiting for something to fall from it. The day Sakuyo Hibari left for Seireitei to be tested into the Gotei 13 was the moment every one of her neighbors woke up to realize that one of their own had finally realized their potential.
She tested in easily, much to the surprise of some of the other shinigami. No one suspected that the sleepy little district could produce anything better than a warm meal and a clean bed. Hibari wasn’t unique or special outside of that fact, however. She tested average amongst her peers, and was admitted into the Shinigami Academy like all the rest. Once there, she slipped again into anonymity. She was faceless, nameless, to all except a surprising friend she’d managed to make. Okazaki Misao, a young man bent to become a great fighter, managed to isolate all of their other classmates and as such stuck himself to the only remaining person – Hibari.
During her school years, she met with others she would come to admire greatly, and who would also betray her deeply. From here on out, the humble Shizukesa shinigami would take her future into her own hands. Remaining nameless and faceless was no longer an option.
Upon graduation, the squads attempted to recruit each student into their ranks. During one of the exhibitions where each of the captains was present, she noticed that the Seventh squad – run by Komamura-taichou, and Iba-fukutaichou – had significangly less notoriety than the other squads. All the students wanted to be a part of something bigger….including Hibari. However, something in her couldn’t resist the urge to see if Squad 7 would accept her. She was rewarded by the enthusiasm with which she was met by the Captain and vice-captain. They had been afraid they wouldn’t get any recruits from this class because of their recent lack of praise-worthy missions. Hibari couldn’t ignore their hopeful thought that she’d join them, and as such forwent joining a more notable squad in favor of one that she thought would feel more like family to her.
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Sabakubara has been Hibari's constant friend and companion throughout her training as a Shinigami. In it's normal state it is a rather earthy-looking katana. It's Shikai form is released as Hibari calles Rumberu, Sabakubara! at which time it's shape transforms into that of a Moroccan flyssa-type sword.
Shikai abilities
Daishintendouchi! - Great Earth-Shaking
The blade begins emitting imperceptible vibrations. The edge of the blade now becomes 50% more effective at slicing it's opponents and deals exponentially larger amounts of damage. A pure physical attack.
Daiyamondo hatachi - Diamond cutting edge
This coats Sabakubara with a layer of reiatsu. The reiatsu has the effect of further increasing the efficiency of the blade, making it stronger, more durable, and able to deal more damage in a single blow. It's sort of the next level of Daishintendouchi, except this time it comes with a price. This saps Hibari's reiatsu quickly and she only uses it in the case of extremely powerful opponents.
Hanaichi zaiten bakyaku - one flower in heaven reveals its true colors
This is the ultimate attack of Sabakubara's shikai form. While everything else has been physical, hanichi zaiten bakyaku is an attack based on Kidou. Normally, Hibari is frighteningly horrible at kidou but with Sabakubara's help and the desperation she must feel when she has to resort to this attack she is able to pull it off. when she calls the command, the ground beneath her opens up and forms leaves of earth like rose petals that surround her feet. From the sky comes a bright beam of bronze-gold colored light which smacks right to the middle of the rose on the ground. Small tendrils of this power then leak out into the ground and travel up the legs of her opponent, effectively immobilizing them while Hibari dispatches them with sabakubara.
Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see
is really concentration on the steel..
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Soccer
● Making things out of paper
● Quiet places
● Training
● Just hanging out
● Completing Missions
● The sea
● Racing in cars
[҉]________ Ƞo, тɧαɲks.
● Karaoke
● sweets
● needles
● being overlooked
● Girly things
● Being forced to speak
● unruliness
● being mistaken for a boy ._.*
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, if I ωαɲтє∂ тo
● Fighting
● Following orders
● completing missions
● Soccer
Karaoke, Ironically
● Making anything out of paper
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'т
● Judge personalities accurately
● Kidou - what skill she has is very poor.
● Sense of time. It could be noon, it could be midnight. she wouldn't know if it weren't for the light outside.
● Outgoing attitudes...yeah
● Her right side is decidedly weaker than her left owing to the fact that she's left handed.
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Bullet With a Name - Nonpoint
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg тɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ sтrῑɲɠs
Gleesh
Funny how we say we don't need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.
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_________________[ Okazaki ● Misao ]
_________[҉]________тɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
When I get older I will be stronger
they'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag.
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[҉]________Jůsт ůɲ∂εя тɧαт sůяfαcε
Born to a throne stronger than Rome
but violent prone
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
Okazaki may look thin, but it's all wiry muscle. He's built for speed and agility, making combat his specialty. Unlike many of his fellow 11th division soldiers, he can use flash steps to great effect because of his agile body. He has a friendly face, though, and is often seen laughing and smiling. People can't help but be drawn to his always-happy appearance.
[҉]________ cůт ɱє fяoɱ тɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku
Otousan ● Okazaki Kin
Okaasan ● Okazaki Asami
Oneesan ● Okazaki Kameyo, Okazaki Kei, Okazaki Noriko
Ojiisan ● Okazaki Akihiro, Oshiro Masato
Obaasan● Okazaki Yasu, Oshiro Shizuka
Nakama
Tomodachi ● Sakuyo Hibari, Hanalee Everett
[]________ Şφєαк ɱy ɱῑɲ∂
Loud, obnoxious, slightly violent, Okazaki Misao is a teenage boy. He's used to being rowdy, rough, and his inclusion in the 11th squad hasn't changed any of that at all. The only thing it's done is given him a greater appreciation of people's physical strength. He values skill with a blade above all else. Or so he thinks. He's slightly arrogant, and always defensive if someone attempts to pretend that he is weaker than anyone else because of his lanky build.
Look, Misao isn't a bad kid. He's not cut out for the kind of hard-knock-life that the rest of squad 11 seems to have known. He really truly deep down values the good hearts in people. He respects people's ability to lead, and that's what has attracted him to his oldest friend, Sakuyo Hibari.
҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
Misao didn’t know which life was harder for him: The comfortable life of a wealthy family living literally doors away from the gates to Seireitei, or living in grinding poverty on the outskirts of Rukongai. Both had their ups and downs, their benefits and disadvantages. Being rich allowed him to concern himself with himself. He didn’t have to worry about getting food, his childhood was warm and pleasant, and he – the first son of a family of many girl-children – was expected to do great things with his life. He was trained in politics at an early age and expected to engage his family with nobles living within Seireitei.
Though, as swiftly as his life flowed in those days, so too did his family’s wealth and notoriety flow away. His father was deep in a dangerous addiction with gambling, and one day while playing a high-stakes game with a family desperate to take advantage of Misao’s father’s addiction and his family’s wealth, his father lost it all. Misao’s world came crashing down around him, and instead of being expected to marry into nobility, he was now only expected to help the family survive. They had to move far away into the interior of Rukongai, past even the lower-middle class areas and straight into the upper classes of the poverty. There they lived in a cramped, single-room home that served as their headquarters.
Here, though, Misao quickly learned to defend himself and added a level of street intelligence to his political knowledge that served him extremely well. He met many strong men there. One of whom was a blind old gentleman notable for carrying a sword with him wherever he went. Most people avoided him because he seemed taciturn and lost in his own thoughts, but Misao was intrigued and decided to try and befriend him. The old man at first told Misao that he was an ex-Shinigami. He’d managed to escape being turned into a normal human by living quietly in Rukongai, suppressing his shinigami powers so as to remain undetectable. Their casual friendship built into something else when the Old Man saw the ability in Misao to become a shinigami. As Misao had always valued strength and power, he seized the opportunity because it meant a way for him to get out of Rukongai and raise his family from poverty once and for all.
The Old Man tirelessly trained Misao, giving him the unique fighting style of remaining almost constantly behind his opponent and circling them closely as they turned. The Old Man helped Misao harness his natural agility and use it in his fighting. On the day Misao left to be tested into the Gotei 13, the Old Man gave him his katana saying, “I have known your name for eternity, and now you shall know mine. You may call me “Old Man” as a term of endearment, but when you need to borrow my strength, you should call me Akaondori!” With that, the Old Man’s spirit faded and merged with the katana, giving Misao his Zanpakutou and allowing him to be accepted almost immediately into the Gotei 13.
Misao graduated the Shinigami academy with honors thrown on him for his skills, and a pensive friend named Sakuyo Hibari. Owing to his already prodigious talent for fighting, and his unique style of overcoming his opponents with his own agility, he was approached by the 11th squad’s third seat, Ikkaku Madarame. Misao regarded the 11th squad highly, and decided that they would be the place in which he could achieve the most honor and renown.
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Aka Ondori matches him in temperament and abilities. His sword is Misao's main form of defense and offense, as Kidou based attacks are looked down upon in squad 11. This doesn't make a difference for him, though, because Aka Ondori does the job just as well.
and everybody will be singing it
you and I will be singing it
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Summer time
● the beach!
● playing games
● fighting
● running
● walking around in the real world
[҉]________ Ƞo, тɧαɲks.
● Stuck-up people
● being bored
● being cold
● not having his way
● yellow vegetables
● people who don't take him seriously
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, if I ωαɲтє∂ тo
● fighting
● agility
● flash steps
● making people feel comfortable
● video games in the real world
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'т
● being submissive
● excessively strong opponents
● fighting in a group
● calming his temper
● patience
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Wavin' Flag - K'naan
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg тɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ sтrῑɲɠs
Gleesh
Out of the darkness
I came the farthest.
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_________[҉]________тɧῑs ῑs Ӎε
Only daughter
you got your ticket too soon.
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[҉]________Jůsт ůɲ∂εя тɧαт sůяfαcε
Holy water, 'cause everybody is getting ruined
they are waiting to see what you'll do
- [҉]________ тαкε α cℓosεя ℓooк
Gold on a sunny beach. That's what her school mates called her. She was always bright and cheery looking, even when she was cramming for a difficult exam. Her father called her a princess, and her mother called her an angel. The thing is, she never really pays attention to that kind of thing. She may seem like an angelic beauty, but she's a little overly excitable and nervous. She's definitely not the strong Lady everyone seems to think she should be...
[҉]________ cůт ɱє fяoɱ тɧῑs cℓoтɧ
Kazoku
Otousan ● Allen Everett
Okaasan ● Suzanne Everett
Ojiisan ● Michael Everett, John O'Baish
Obaasan● Rose Everett, Sarah O'Baish
Nakama
Tomodachi ● Sakuyo Hibari, Okazaki Misao
[҉]________ Şφєαк ɱy ɱῑɲ∂
Hanalee is ever the bookworm. "The solution to anything," She asserts "can be found through a little critical thought and research!" While this statement sums up her personal disposition, she is often seen as being 'not all there.' She is absent minded, and cowardly. She chooses to avoid conflict rather than to engage it. However, she makes up for it with a generally exuberant work-ethic and enthusiasm for whatever she sets forward to do.
Hanalee is also used to having her own way - coming from an indulgent American soul-society, and being the single child of a well-to-do family. Sometimes she can be selfish and greedy, but despite that she is never outwardly cruel.
[҉]________ ɱєɱoяῑєs
The American Soul Society runs much differently than the Japanese version. And while many consider the Japanese Gotei 13 to be the world’s most advanced and talented shinigami , the Americans have created a name for themselves as being better defenders of the Human world they protect. They owe much of this to the fact that much of American Shinigami – called Soul Reapers - spend longer periods of time patrolling the human realm, and in much greater numbers.
Hanalee Everett’s family is one such shinigami family who practices close interaction with humans in order to protect them. Hanalee’s father is an advanced Spiritual healer, and he specializes in restoring the health of humans after they have been damaged by the actions of a Hollow. Hanalee, grew up hearing constantly about her father’s successes in the field, and was expected to follow closely in his footsteps. She did.
Her education was extensive, and she focused on her grades more than anything. She was fascinated, however, by the structure of the Japanese Gotei 13, and vowed one day to visit them. That’s why, when she heard that someone named Unohana wanted to recruit foreign Shinigami to work with the Japanese shinigami healers, she was thrilled and immediately applied.
Naturally, her father’s position within the American Soul Society and her own prodigious skill secured her a position. She studied twice as hard in order to become fluent in Japanese, and familiar with their customs. What she couldn’t prepare herself for, however, was the strict formal atmosphere expected in the Squads of the Gotei 13.
[҉]________ ɱy яєῑяyoků ∂oεs тɧῑs
Her swordsmanship has never been what she has been known for. In fact, Hanalee had never studied formal combat training until it was decided that she would voyage to Japan in the exchange program. It was recommended by captain Unohana that she study formal Kendo and that she become closely acquainted with her soul-slayer. Hanalee for the longest time couldn't even communicate with her soul-slayer on a minor level. Finally, its spirit understood her soul and told her its name: Midas. All she has to do to call its power is say "Shine!"
Shikai abilities
Fool's Gold -
The only shikai ability that Hanalee currently has is one that causes illusions. During this technique, her opponent will see the thing that they most desire in front of them. This allows Hanalee an opportunity to either attack them - which is usually a poor idea as it breaks the illusion and illustrates how poor Hanalee is at combat - or to make a quick escape.
and they'll dress you up,
stand you in all the right places, words like honey
- [҉]________ Yєs, φℓєαsє!
● Parties
● cute things
● sleeping late
● sweets
● sun-bathing
● chatting with new, fun people!
[҉]________ Ƞo, тɧαɲks.
● fighting
● dark and gloomy people
● not having her way
● bacon. Yuck
● people who are really stupid
● being on the water
[҉]________ Ί couℓ∂, if I ωαɲтє∂ тo
● Healing
● research
● an eye for quality
● understand people's emotions
● domestic (household) things
[҉]________ Ί φяoβαbℓy sɧoůℓ∂n'т
● Fighting
● generosity
● courage under fire...
● being attentive to orders
● willpower
[҉]________ ɱusῑcαℓ soůℓ
Paper Doll - Rachael Yamagata
[҉]________ φůlℓiɲg тɧe φяoѵєrbῑαℓ sтrῑɲɠs
Gleesh
Sweet softer shoulder
oh sweet sugar safe
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His fists tightened as the groans echoed around him, he was half tempted to continue his assault on the boys that lay at his feet; but he held himself back. They weren’t worth any more energy and if they knew better they had hopefully learned their lesson. He doubted it but hopefully they’d at least learned not to pick on the younger classmen well he was around. Turning in disgust, he whipped the blood from his knuckles onto his jeans, staining them crimsons were the blood made contact. The fools had thought a switch blade could intimidate him enough to back off, they had been wrong. The weapon now was lodged into the ground half bent by his own hands. The stinging sensation from the cut on his palm wasn’t enough to cause him any alarm.
Reaching down he grabbed his school bag and glanced at his watch, he was going to be late getting hope and hopefully his sister and his parents wouldn’t be worrying about him. He had stayed after at school for soccer practice and had helped his coach clean up the field after practice. He was going to take a short cut home when he saw the boys from two grades higher than him picking on the his younger classmen. He could have just walked away and that would have been the end of it, but he couldn’t stand to watch people get bullied by people. Something about it just lit a flame in his chest that made him feel the need to protect. Once the fight had started the underclassmen had thanked him and ran off leaving him to face the thugs alone, but they had been hardly a challenge for someone like him.
Pulling his school bag over his shoulders, he left making sure to step on the thugs who had assaulted him with the knife’s hand. “Now you know what it’s like, if I see you doing that again… Make no mistake that I won’t let you off so easily next time” His tone was cool and cold at the same time as he walked away.
The thugs didn’t understand who he was, after all he was the son of Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia, battle for him had always been a talent. Maybe if they understood that he wasn’t someone that could be messed with they wouldn’t have so brashly challenged him. Martial arts and the shinigami style of combat was something he excelled in, even if he did suck at swords play. Even in his restrictive gigai he could still fight better than anyone in the school, hell better than anyone in the country. He was at top form when it came to martial arts, thanks to his father’s and his Master Tatsuki Arisawa training. Yoruichi also had a crude way of training him but he was far from calling that flash demon a teacher.
Reaching into his school bag, he took out a small cloth already stained lightly with dark hazy orange and brown marks. Getting into fights was something he had learned to accept and the crude tunicate he carried with him only his sister new about. It had seen his blood on many occasions and was a something he used to stop bleeding several times already. Wrapping the cloth around the cut on his palm he clenched his fist again applying pressure to his wound. He’d have his sister look at it as soon as he got home but for now, he’d take the pain as a reminder that his body wasn’t invincible.
His walk home was a bit solemn, hoping that his mom wouldn’t greet him at the door and question him why he was late. He didn’t like lying to her, but telling her the truth was something he’d avoid doing. She didn’t need to know how often he got in fights because he couldn’t stand other being bullied and the fact he had bright orange hair. His dad had suffered the same treatment growing up, so at least he was more understanding when it came to these matters. His mother, though he loved her dearly just didn’t seem to understand. As for his sister, she always understood him just as he always understood her; a perk of being a twin.
As he stepped up to his doorstep, he used his uninjured hand to open the door keeping the other still clenched at his side as the blood was starting to seep through the cloth. “I’m home!” He called into the house hoping that no one would rush to greet them as he moved to slip up stairs and into his room.
His fists tightened as the groans echoed around him, he was half tempted to continue his assault on the boys that lay at his feet; but he held himself back. They weren’t worth any more energy and if they knew better they had hopefully learned their lesson. He doubted it but hopefully they’d at least learned not to pick on the younger classmen well he was around. Turning in disgust, he whipped the blood from his knuckles onto his jeans, staining them crimsons were the blood made contact. The fools had thought a switch blade could intimidate him enough to back off, they had been wrong. The weapon now was lodged into the ground half bent by his own hands. The stinging sensation from the cut on his palm wasn’t enough to cause him any alarm.
Reaching down he grabbed his school bag and glanced at his watch, he was going to be late getting hope and hopefully his sister and his parents wouldn’t be worrying about him. He had stayed after at school for soccer practice and had helped his coach clean up the field after practice. He was going to take a short cut home when he saw the boys from two grades higher than him picking on the his younger classmen. He could have just walked away and that would have been the end of it, but he couldn’t stand to watch people get bullied by people. Something about it just lit a flame in his chest that made him feel the need to protect. Once the fight had started the underclassmen had thanked him and ran off leaving him to face the thugs alone, but they had been hardly a challenge for someone like him.
Pulling his school bag over his shoulders, he left making sure to step on the thugs who had assaulted him with the knife’s hand. “Now you know what it’s like, if I see you doing that again… Make no mistake that I won’t let you off so easily next time” His tone was cool and cold at the same time as he walked away.
The thugs didn’t understand who he was, after all he was the son of Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia, battle for him had always been a talent. Maybe if they understood that he wasn’t someone that could be messed with they wouldn’t have so brashly challenged him. Martial arts and the shinigami style of combat was something he excelled in, even if he did suck at swords play. Even in his restrictive gigai he could still fight better than anyone in the school, hell better than anyone in the country. He was at top form when it came to martial arts, thanks to his father’s and his Master Tatsuki Arisawa training. Yoruichi also had a crude way of training him but he was far from calling that flash demon a teacher.
Reaching into his school bag, he took out a small cloth already stained lightly with dark hazy orange and brown marks. Getting into fights was something he had learned to accept and the crude tunicate he carried with him only his sister new about. It had seen his blood on many occasions and was a something he used to stop bleeding several times already. Wrapping the cloth around the cut on his palm he clenched his fist again applying pressure to his wound. He’d have his sister look at it as soon as he got home but for now, he’d take the pain as a reminder that his body wasn’t invincible.
His walk home was a bit solemn, hoping that his mom wouldn’t greet him at the door and question him why he was late. He didn’t like lying to her, but telling her the truth was something he’d avoid doing. She didn’t need to know how often he got in fights because he couldn’t stand other being bullied and the fact he had bright orange hair. His dad had suffered the same treatment growing up, so at least he was more understanding when it came to these matters. His mother, though he loved her dearly just didn’t seem to understand. As for his sister, she always understood him just as he always understood her; a perk of being a twin.
As he stepped up to his doorstep, he used his uninjured hand to open the door keeping the other still clenched at his side as the blood was starting to seep through the cloth. “I’m home!” He called into the house hoping that no one would rush to greet them as he moved to slip up stairs and into his room.
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It had been a busy day for Kurosaki Hisana.
School had gone as usual: sitting next to her brother for English, before he left for his Advanced Mathematics Class with Airi. Hisana would then sit through her own class, trying to puzzle through the endless numbers through at her by the sensei who spoke to fast and explained too little for her liking. She then had her Japanese History class(they were studying the Feudal Era at the moment, which Hisana loved) and then it was lunch. She sat with her brother and friends: Mikomi, Airi and Satoru, and then they would all reluctantly shuffle off to Science, ending out the day with P.E. The girls had been running track today-which Hisana exceeded at, what with all her combat training- while the boys played soccer. Hisana cheered her brother on, but he didn't need it-she hadn't ever seen anyone so gifted at the sport.
After spending a few minutes after school to collect her things and say goodbye to everyone, Hisana hurried off to her dance class downtown, which lasted for two hours every Wednesday and Friday. Her brother would walk her on Wednesdays, as his practices were on Tuesdays and Fridays, and then come to meet her after so they could walk home together. However, it hadn't been that way today. Daisuke had called to say he was going to stay after to help his coach, letting her know so she wouldn't worry.
Hisana walked home by herself, trudging through the snow in her warm winter coat and boots, thanking her mother for reminding her to bring a pair of jeans along with her so her legs wouldn't get cold. She made it home without incident, but after setting her things in her room and going back downstairs to make some cocoa, she felt a sharp twinge across her palm, as if someone cut it, and she resisted the impulse to let out a sigh in front of her mother, who would pick up on it immediately. Daisuke had gotten into another fight.
She, of course, made sure to prepare another cup of hot cocoa for her twin.
After giving her mother a quick kiss on her cheek, Hisana headed upstairs to get started on her homework. She skipped easily through her English and History, they were her best subjects, but was stymied when she had to do Math. She absolutely hated numbers.
'If only Dai was home..' She thought, biting on the end of her pen.
"I'm home!"
Hisana looked up at her brothers voice echoing from downstairs, and despite the fact that she could feel he was agitated, she still smiled and stood up from where she lay on her bed to grab the two cups of warm cocoa and go to his room. She was glad to see her twin. Hisana stopped outside of her brothers door, which was slightly ajar, and raised her voice to alert him to her presence if he wasn't already aware.
"You better be decent, Dai, I'm coming in!" Without waiting for an answer, Hisana pushed open the door with her shoulder and closed it behind her with her foot. She looked up at her brother and greeted him with a sunny smile, before walking over to place the two cups on his desk.
"Ok, Mr.Fightclub. Let me see your palm."
It had been a busy day for Kurosaki Hisana.
School had gone as usual: sitting next to her brother for English, before he left for his Advanced Mathematics Class with Airi. Hisana would then sit through her own class, trying to puzzle through the endless numbers through at her by the sensei who spoke to fast and explained too little for her liking. She then had her Japanese History class(they were studying the Feudal Era at the moment, which Hisana loved) and then it was lunch. She sat with her brother and friends: Mikomi, Airi and Satoru, and then they would all reluctantly shuffle off to Science, ending out the day with P.E. The girls had been running track today-which Hisana exceeded at, what with all her combat training- while the boys played soccer. Hisana cheered her brother on, but he didn't need it-she hadn't ever seen anyone so gifted at the sport.
After spending a few minutes after school to collect her things and say goodbye to everyone, Hisana hurried off to her dance class downtown, which lasted for two hours every Wednesday and Friday. Her brother would walk her on Wednesdays, as his practices were on Tuesdays and Fridays, and then come to meet her after so they could walk home together. However, it hadn't been that way today. Daisuke had called to say he was going to stay after to help his coach, letting her know so she wouldn't worry.
Hisana walked home by herself, trudging through the snow in her warm winter coat and boots, thanking her mother for reminding her to bring a pair of jeans along with her so her legs wouldn't get cold. She made it home without incident, but after setting her things in her room and going back downstairs to make some cocoa, she felt a sharp twinge across her palm, as if someone cut it, and she resisted the impulse to let out a sigh in front of her mother, who would pick up on it immediately. Daisuke had gotten into another fight.
She, of course, made sure to prepare another cup of hot cocoa for her twin.
After giving her mother a quick kiss on her cheek, Hisana headed upstairs to get started on her homework. She skipped easily through her English and History, they were her best subjects, but was stymied when she had to do Math. She absolutely hated numbers.
'If only Dai was home..' She thought, biting on the end of her pen.
"I'm home!"
Hisana looked up at her brothers voice echoing from downstairs, and despite the fact that she could feel he was agitated, she still smiled and stood up from where she lay on her bed to grab the two cups of warm cocoa and go to his room. She was glad to see her twin. Hisana stopped outside of her brothers door, which was slightly ajar, and raised her voice to alert him to her presence if he wasn't already aware.
"You better be decent, Dai, I'm coming in!" Without waiting for an answer, Hisana pushed open the door with her shoulder and closed it behind her with her foot. She looked up at her brother and greeted him with a sunny smile, before walking over to place the two cups on his desk.
"Ok, Mr.Fightclub. Let me see your palm."
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He was pleased when he was able to skirt upstairs without being noticed by his mom or dad. He could smell the scent of his mother’s cooking in the air so she had to be in the kitchen, his dad was most likely in his studying no doubt staring at the paperwork he was suppose to be doing until mom came in and yelled at him. It was how things worked in the Kurosaki household and the familiarity was welcoming after what he had just been through. He knew his sister was upstairs, and if he had to guess she was no doubt in her room. Climbing to the top of the steps, he glanced back down a bit please at himself for not having alerted his parents. He didn’t want them to question his hand after all, moving quickly through the hall; the young Kurosaki darted into his room and swiftly shut the door behind him.
His room was a bit of organized chaos, granted Rukia always called it cluttered and unkempt. A few things littered the floor and as he stepped through the door his book bag and jacket joined the ranks of those things scattered upon the floor. He threw them into the corner of his room, heading for his dresser and the stash of bandages he kept there. He was just about to reach for some fresher ones when his violet colored eyes darted to the door. He felt Hisana presence on the other side even before she spoke and instantly his injured hand was lamely hid behind his back as she stepped into the room with two thick mugs of cocoa.
He should have known better then to hide things from his sister, for she was as transparent to him as he was to her. It was weird being a twin and clearly something that was unusual but Daisuke had learned long ago there was nothing normal about his family. After all here he was a soul raised as a human boy in the land of the living. His dad was still a human and for the most part his mom was a spirit. Yep, it was strange but all normal to him. Letting out his breath slowly as he knew he was caught, he slowly brought his hand from behind his back and undid the crude wrapping job he had done on it in his haste to get home.
As he peeled the bandage way, he gave a slight facial twitch to show he was in pain but gave no other signs at how much the wound stung. He was a tough guy after all and this was nothing more than a scratch, in the past he had been subject to far worse than this little nick. Peeling the bandage off so quickly had done nothing for the wound reopening it and causing blood to stir anew into his palm. A look of displeasure more at the fact he didn’t want to bleed on anything then actual pain appeared on his face as he brought the wound up for his sister to examine.
“There was these punks that were bullying this kid after I got done with soccer practice and one of them had a knife” Daisuke explained knowing his sister would ask eventually and as far as he knew lying was impossible at least to his sister. “You’re not going to tell Mom and Dad right… Well Dad is okay to tell but not mom”
Hisana wouldn’t tell on him with any hope, if she did he’d have to make up some elaborate lie to get himself out of trouble. It was a good thing though Hisana wasn’t the type of sister that would willingly try to get him in trouble with something like this in less she thought it was a really good idea. The twins had many secrets between them, far more than his mom or dad knew hopefully this would just add to the long list of things they kept from their parents.
He was pleased when he was able to skirt upstairs without being noticed by his mom or dad. He could smell the scent of his mother’s cooking in the air so she had to be in the kitchen, his dad was most likely in his studying no doubt staring at the paperwork he was suppose to be doing until mom came in and yelled at him. It was how things worked in the Kurosaki household and the familiarity was welcoming after what he had just been through. He knew his sister was upstairs, and if he had to guess she was no doubt in her room. Climbing to the top of the steps, he glanced back down a bit please at himself for not having alerted his parents. He didn’t want them to question his hand after all, moving quickly through the hall; the young Kurosaki darted into his room and swiftly shut the door behind him.
His room was a bit of organized chaos, granted Rukia always called it cluttered and unkempt. A few things littered the floor and as he stepped through the door his book bag and jacket joined the ranks of those things scattered upon the floor. He threw them into the corner of his room, heading for his dresser and the stash of bandages he kept there. He was just about to reach for some fresher ones when his violet colored eyes darted to the door. He felt Hisana presence on the other side even before she spoke and instantly his injured hand was lamely hid behind his back as she stepped into the room with two thick mugs of cocoa.
He should have known better then to hide things from his sister, for she was as transparent to him as he was to her. It was weird being a twin and clearly something that was unusual but Daisuke had learned long ago there was nothing normal about his family. After all here he was a soul raised as a human boy in the land of the living. His dad was still a human and for the most part his mom was a spirit. Yep, it was strange but all normal to him. Letting out his breath slowly as he knew he was caught, he slowly brought his hand from behind his back and undid the crude wrapping job he had done on it in his haste to get home.
As he peeled the bandage way, he gave a slight facial twitch to show he was in pain but gave no other signs at how much the wound stung. He was a tough guy after all and this was nothing more than a scratch, in the past he had been subject to far worse than this little nick. Peeling the bandage off so quickly had done nothing for the wound reopening it and causing blood to stir anew into his palm. A look of displeasure more at the fact he didn’t want to bleed on anything then actual pain appeared on his face as he brought the wound up for his sister to examine.
“There was these punks that were bullying this kid after I got done with soccer practice and one of them had a knife” Daisuke explained knowing his sister would ask eventually and as far as he knew lying was impossible at least to his sister. “You’re not going to tell Mom and Dad right… Well Dad is okay to tell but not mom”
Hisana wouldn’t tell on him with any hope, if she did he’d have to make up some elaborate lie to get himself out of trouble. It was a good thing though Hisana wasn’t the type of sister that would willingly try to get him in trouble with something like this in less she thought it was a really good idea. The twins had many secrets between them, far more than his mom or dad knew hopefully this would just add to the long list of things they kept from their parents.
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A small blond girl could be seen sleeping in her bed as she was not in he gigai at home. She felt more comfortable in jer true form. Mikomi felt her mother's hand on her shoulder then heard her soothing voice," Time to wake up Mikomi-chan...I have your school supplies ready..." Her mother smiled as she herself even had a gigai so they all could function in the human world. "Hai...mother...thank you for the help...."She sat up to kiss her mother's forehead as she smiled. She loved her parents to no end and owed one woman the honor of existing and that was her aunt.
She rose out of bed and walked to her closet as she saw her Gigai just standing there.Mikomi had a sofr smile as she set her arrancar body into it,thus the gigai slowly came to life. She stood up fixing her skirt and her beret as she did a cute spin for her mother to make sure everything was in order.She walked down with Harribel to get her stuff as she saw her father at the table. She walked up and gave the man a hug as she kissed his forehead,"I have to go to school pappa ...I will bring home my report card and yes I have my phone and whistle and....pepper spray..."She giggled as she knew both of her parents were very protective. Mikomi waved by to both of them as she had a piece of toast in her mouth,only to run out the door.
She walked to school which was only a few blocks away from her house. She smiled as she passed the Kurosaki hospital,she hoped she was going to see her friends today.Class was boring as usual considering her mother and father taught her everything she needed to know up to a college level,thus why she was a honor student.She went from class to class as she carried her violin and sketch pad on her at all times. Music class and art were always her two favorite and she was debating on joining dance club but she lacked the key thing to do so,the courage.
Once the final bell rang she smiled and started to head home as she looked at her phone and sent Hisana a text ,"Hey...I am going to the cafe after class...I would enjoy your company if you are not too busy..and your brother Daisuke is invite as well :Mikomi-chan"She closed her phone as she looked at the two charm that were on it,each one she got from her friend as she giggled lightly. She was hoping something interesting was going to happen and not the usual shinigami trying to kill her.She also hoped now idiotic hollows were attacking as she was a honorary member of team Kurosaki no matter how much the two fathers had that rivalry air to them. She walked slowly into the cafe as the bell alerted them with her entrance. The people behind the counter welcomed her only to cause the girl to jump. She was never used to this after all. She sat down in a booth as she somehow got the courage to order a tea, She usually had Hisana around so that is where she got her courage from. She opened a book about young romance and started to read it,enjoying the solitude but longing for the company.
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Hisana frowned at the long slash on his palm and flexed her own, still feeling twinges equal to his go through it. She lifted his hand to her face to peer at it, before spreading it flat and pressing her palm over his.
" You're lucky I got my kidou skills from mom, or she'd be all over your wound. I swear, it's like she has a sixth sense for you getting hurt." Murmuring a soft incantation, a green glow enveloped both of their hands for a few seconds, before Hisana pulled back her palm to inspect the wound. There wasn't a trace.
She smiled and went on to heal a couple more scrapes he had gotten, talking all the while." So, nii-san, how was practice today? You'd stayed after to help your coach, right? Class was really busy today, but we're having auditions for the Nutcracker next week! We'll be able to do the production by Christmas."
Hisana chattered happily to her brother, and after she made sure he was healed, picked up her cup of cocoa and began to sip, the liquid still warm and comforting. She could feel he was still a little agitated so she did her best to draw him into conversation. They would stay up and talk nearly all night sometimes, and Hisana treasured the time she got to spend with her brother.
As she chattered and laughed with her brother, her phone vibrated in her pocket and she tugged it out, smiling brightly as it showed that she had a text from Mikomi. She responded to her text with one of her own, a quick " Yeah, we'll be right over." and sent it to Mikomi.
"Hey, Mikomi just asked me to come down to cafe down the street, and she said you were invited too. Wanna come along, it'll be fun." She said in her best wheedling tone. Daisuke wasn't essentially a social creature, so often times Hisana had to convince him to come along in her excursions.
((Sorry its so short. >.< ))
Hisana frowned at the long slash on his palm and flexed her own, still feeling twinges equal to his go through it. She lifted his hand to her face to peer at it, before spreading it flat and pressing her palm over his.
" You're lucky I got my kidou skills from mom, or she'd be all over your wound. I swear, it's like she has a sixth sense for you getting hurt." Murmuring a soft incantation, a green glow enveloped both of their hands for a few seconds, before Hisana pulled back her palm to inspect the wound. There wasn't a trace.
She smiled and went on to heal a couple more scrapes he had gotten, talking all the while." So, nii-san, how was practice today? You'd stayed after to help your coach, right? Class was really busy today, but we're having auditions for the Nutcracker next week! We'll be able to do the production by Christmas."
Hisana chattered happily to her brother, and after she made sure he was healed, picked up her cup of cocoa and began to sip, the liquid still warm and comforting. She could feel he was still a little agitated so she did her best to draw him into conversation. They would stay up and talk nearly all night sometimes, and Hisana treasured the time she got to spend with her brother.
As she chattered and laughed with her brother, her phone vibrated in her pocket and she tugged it out, smiling brightly as it showed that she had a text from Mikomi. She responded to her text with one of her own, a quick " Yeah, we'll be right over." and sent it to Mikomi.
"Hey, Mikomi just asked me to come down to cafe down the street, and she said you were invited too. Wanna come along, it'll be fun." She said in her best wheedling tone. Daisuke wasn't essentially a social creature, so often times Hisana had to convince him to come along in her excursions.
((Sorry its so short. >.< ))
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XXXXXXXIf fate is a m i l l s t o n e, then we are the grist.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThere is n o t h i n g we can do.
XSo I wish for s t r e n g t h. If I cannot p r o t e c t them from the wheel,
XXXXthen give me a s t r o n g X b l a d e, and enough s t r e n g t h...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXto s h a t t e r fate.
X
Ichigo sighed and reached up rubbing his fingertips over the neatly trimmed stubble that made up his beard. His eyes continued to read the report in front of him, not liking the information that could be read from it. Something big was happening all the reports he had read this week seemed to indicate that. In England, two gillians appeared in the middle of a major city. In North America an low level Arrancar had destroyed half a city before it was subdued. In Asia the number of hollows appearing had increased 6 fold. And here in Japan just yesterday everyone felt a vile spiritual pressure of espada level. It had disappeared before anyone was able to reach it but the fact it had been there was something that worried Captain Kurosaki.
Leaning back in his chair, his eyes went to the ceiling as he tried to figure out what his next move was. Everyone was looking towards him for leadership and honestly he had no clue what to do. Normally if something like this happened he’d travel to that part of the world and help he squad overcome it but everything was going to hell all over the world and he couldn’t decided where he was needed more. He didn’t want to stand idly by, his squad needed him and had lost a few really good members the last week because of these attacks, but he couldn’t be in multiple places at once. Pondering to himself, he knew he had a few really strong members he could send out but he didn’t know if he could talk them to going.
Ichigo squad was by far not like any other squad in the gotei 13, and for that very reason it wasn’t an official numbered squad but it still feel under the gotei 13. There was a whole bunch of difference that separated his squad from any other. Like the fact there was no seated officers, Ichigo only had a vice captain and a ranking system of his officers. Or the fact that his squad wasn’t entirely shinigami, Ishida though he rarely owned up to it was a member of his squad as was Orihime and Chad. Even Nel the former Espada was part of his squad, currently stationed in England. A few more wild card people with impressive spiritual pressure that were still living had also been recruited like the former Karakura-Raizer Team and a few people around the world that had gifts with spiritual pressure. In fact the guise of his squad was a mysterious nonprofit company called Shinigami inc that looked for people with ghost perceiving powers. Most of shinigami incs profits came from private donations from people who believed in ghosts and knew of soul society. They also had a few government contracts, but that was business Ichigo left to his financial advisor to sort out.
Getting to his feet, he ran his hand over the back of his neck trying to ease the tension in his muscles. He needed to make a decision what he was going to do quickly but first he wanted his vice captains opinion before he dashed off half way around the world. Adjusting his captain’s haori over his shoulders, he stepped out of his office just as he heard Daisuke head upstairs. Glancing in the direction of the stairs, he was glad his kids knew nothing about what had been happening or at least they pretended not to know. Moving through the house, he stepped into the kitchen standing in the threshold of the dining room and the kitchen.
“Smells good” He smirked at his wife as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall that separated the kitchen from the dining room. “I need to discuss with you what we should do about the reports filing in. I was thinking we should split up some of our main forces here in Japan and send them out: Ishida, Chad, me, maybe even Ulquiorra, Yoruichi or Uraharas. I’d send you out but someone with bankai needs to stay behind and well we can’t just leave the kids.” His voice was serious having adapted that tone he used whenever was trying to act like a captain. “No matter what we do, we should call a meeting. I don’t think this problem will go away on its own, and I think you agree with me”
The difference...in s t r e n g t h...what about it? XXXXXXXXXXXX
Do you think I should give up...just because you're s t r o n g e r than me...? X
I've always known you were s t r o n g. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Nothing I see now will change my mind. I will d e f e a t you Ulquiorra.XXX
Do you think I should give up...just because you're s t r o n g e r than me...? X
I've always known you were s t r o n g. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Nothing I see now will change my mind. I will d e f e a t you Ulquiorra.XXX
((For having no post for a week I find myself having a lot of them now, -sighs- Well I'll work on Daisuke next. Recycled template, maah))
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Daisuke watched silently as his sister used her ever impressive kidou skill and healed his hand. She really was amazing to be able to use such skill at her age and Daisuke was really lucky to have her. As the pain from the wound subsided, Daisuke shoulders relaxed slightly as if the tension in them was released from his body as his sister when about fixing him up. All rage he felt for those punk he had left back in the alley not too long ago was dissipated from his body just by being near his twin. She was truly special to him in way he couldn’t even begin to describe. Nodding every so often as Hisana when on talking, he just quietly listened.
“Thanks Sana-chan” Daisuke felt the need to say as he ran his finger over the newly healed skin of his palm. “Practice was alright, I like soccer well enough but I dunno, it’s too cold to be practicing for next season if you ask me. I mostly stayed after to help pick up because the coach wanted to talk to me about starring next year as the Centre forward instead of striker. I like striker more but our current team is really lacking a strong centre forward… I told him I’d think about it.” The young man shrugged before smirking at his sister slightly. “You gonna try for lead role in the nutcracker this year Nee-chan? You’re good enough!”
He was just about to continue to encourage her when he was silenced by the sounds of her phone going off. He instantly fell silent as his feel upon the phone as she read the text message. He just knew it was one of Hisana many friends inviting her out and part of him was jealous that once again the perfect opportunity for them to talk had been squashed by Hisana’s friends, well most of them were his friends too but after that episode with those punks in the alley he really didn’t feel like socializing at the moment. This was displayed on his face as his lips pressed into a thin line. The expression didn’t change even after Hisana told him who the text was from about what it was about. He really more so wanted to relax after running around in soccer practice and beating up those punks but it was that look in his sister’s eyes that made him know she was going to get him to come. He knew he didn’t have a choose.
“Sure, I guess I’ll go” His tone wasn’t exactly anxious but it rarely ever was when it came to these types of things. “But I still got homework to do so we gotta be home at a decent time”
Glancing at his school bag that laid on top of a pile in the corner of his room, he tried to remember what homework he had, it was only a few math problems half of which he had gotten done in class after the teacher explained the first problem and that work sheet for science class. If he was feeling lazy he could probably just copy his sister’s sheet but he didn’t feel the need to abuse that privilege at the moment. He could get it done easy enough; it was just his own laziness that made him not want to do it. If they just got home by their curfew he’d have plenty of time to finish both assignments and maybe play a round or two of some game with his sister.
“Eh, I really don’t have much homework now that I think off it. So forget that I said that” Daisuke said before he moved to grab his coat. “So let’s get going before I have time to really think this over and regret my decision of joining you and Mikomi” A small smile played across Daisuke’s lips as he spoke.
Daisuke watched silently as his sister used her ever impressive kidou skill and healed his hand. She really was amazing to be able to use such skill at her age and Daisuke was really lucky to have her. As the pain from the wound subsided, Daisuke shoulders relaxed slightly as if the tension in them was released from his body as his sister when about fixing him up. All rage he felt for those punk he had left back in the alley not too long ago was dissipated from his body just by being near his twin. She was truly special to him in way he couldn’t even begin to describe. Nodding every so often as Hisana when on talking, he just quietly listened.
“Thanks Sana-chan” Daisuke felt the need to say as he ran his finger over the newly healed skin of his palm. “Practice was alright, I like soccer well enough but I dunno, it’s too cold to be practicing for next season if you ask me. I mostly stayed after to help pick up because the coach wanted to talk to me about starring next year as the Centre forward instead of striker. I like striker more but our current team is really lacking a strong centre forward… I told him I’d think about it.” The young man shrugged before smirking at his sister slightly. “You gonna try for lead role in the nutcracker this year Nee-chan? You’re good enough!”
He was just about to continue to encourage her when he was silenced by the sounds of her phone going off. He instantly fell silent as his feel upon the phone as she read the text message. He just knew it was one of Hisana many friends inviting her out and part of him was jealous that once again the perfect opportunity for them to talk had been squashed by Hisana’s friends, well most of them were his friends too but after that episode with those punks in the alley he really didn’t feel like socializing at the moment. This was displayed on his face as his lips pressed into a thin line. The expression didn’t change even after Hisana told him who the text was from about what it was about. He really more so wanted to relax after running around in soccer practice and beating up those punks but it was that look in his sister’s eyes that made him know she was going to get him to come. He knew he didn’t have a choose.
“Sure, I guess I’ll go” His tone wasn’t exactly anxious but it rarely ever was when it came to these types of things. “But I still got homework to do so we gotta be home at a decent time”
Glancing at his school bag that laid on top of a pile in the corner of his room, he tried to remember what homework he had, it was only a few math problems half of which he had gotten done in class after the teacher explained the first problem and that work sheet for science class. If he was feeling lazy he could probably just copy his sister’s sheet but he didn’t feel the need to abuse that privilege at the moment. He could get it done easy enough; it was just his own laziness that made him not want to do it. If they just got home by their curfew he’d have plenty of time to finish both assignments and maybe play a round or two of some game with his sister.
“Eh, I really don’t have much homework now that I think off it. So forget that I said that” Daisuke said before he moved to grab his coat. “So let’s get going before I have time to really think this over and regret my decision of joining you and Mikomi” A small smile played across Daisuke’s lips as he spoke.
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Rukia Kurosaki looked up and smiled at her husband as he entered the kitchen, leaning over to kiss him before attending to the miso soup again. It had been a bit of a quiet day for Rukia;cooking, cleaning, shopping. Looking over some reports and killing some Hollows. All in all, it was like any other day for the now married for nearly 20 years Shinigami.
Except, things were getting worse.
As both Ichigos wife and colleague, she looked over the reports as well and didn't like what she saw. Hollows of every variety popping up everywhere, people dying..it was a complete mess. The smile dropped off her face as she listened to her husband speak, her expression matching his serious tone.
"That would be wise. Everyone needs to be caught up with the situation anyway. I may be able to contact the others in the other countries as well, set it up so we can all speak with each other in the same room."Rukia said as she stirred the miso, before leaving it to simmer and turning to the cutting board to chop vegetables. As she dropped the vegetables into the pot, Rukia looked to her husband and couldn't resist a smile at his expression. Despite their being married for a long time, she never got tired of that determined look, she even believed it to be one of his best.
She set the knife down next to the board, for now the miso needed to simmer a bit more. She took his hand to lead him into the living room, giving her husband a slight push down onto the couch so he would sit. It was clear to her that 'Captain Kurosaki', who she could read so well, was tense and stressed, so she moved to stand behind him.
" Other than looking over the bad reports that I know aren't finished or fully filled out, did you have an alright day?" Her hands began to kneed the tenseness from his shoulders and neck as she asked after his day. During 'work hours' they didn't often visit with each other, seeing as they usually were both busy, but the time after such hours was precious; they spent it with the kids or on their own and Rukia loved every minute of it. She never thought when she was younger that she would grow up married with two kids and living most of the time in the Human world, but that was how her life had turned out, and she wouldn't change it for anything.
