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Shinzou still sat in the same position, still feeling rather lonely in the fact that the only person who acknowledged his existence at the moment seemed to be Hatsume. And the Kitsune's attention was easily draw to the other scenes around. He didn't know why it was that he felt so melancholy at the moment. Perhaps it was a foreboding feeling that he might not be spending much time with those people here that he had come to so care about. The idea of being split from his friends again, however new they were to him, made his stomach turn.

He knew that their adventures and duties in the Sereitei would take them all to different places, but he didn't want to be apart from them all. Though now that their unifying cause had been taken care of there was nothing to keep them all in the same place. Each would wander his or her own way, doing his or her own missions. Separate and independent of one another. He sighed as he thought, now burying his whole face in his arms and staring down at the ground between his legs.

Why would any of them want him to be a part of what they had to do. He wasn't inherently strong, or tough, or smart. He didn't exude any kind of confidence or courage. All he had was that stupid sixth sense and all it afforded him was the ability to catch a random glimpse into the future of them leaving him. Fading one by one, though through what means he could not tell. All he knew was that he dreaded that, because that is exactly what happened to him in his past life. Everyone else around him was able to pick up and move up in the world. But Shinzou... he was always stuck on the bottom rung, scratching and clawing but always kicked back down no matter how much he tried. He feared that he would be stuck here, in his own personal hell, while those around him that he cared about went on to bigger and better things. And there was nothing stopping them from doing that now.

"What's keeping us together now? Who's to say we won't be stuck on opposite ends of the Sereitei? I don't want to be stuck away from my friends almost as soon as I've made them... I've already had that happen before." He said as he brushed the Captain's hand away. He felt a little lighter now, at least his Captain knew he existed, which surprised him considering he had little more than a glance as interaction with the man before this moment. He went back to simply resting his chin on top of his arms. He thought for a moment and then simply stood and walked off without saying a single word.

(( @ Darkamaru: You have to wait for your join request to be accepted before you post your profile and start RPing... ))

((@ Darkamaru: Liani is right. Before posting in any of the threads in this squad as well as posting your profile, you need to be accepted into the Squad. Which you weren't, and I honestly don't understand how you could say that you thought you already were, since (at the time) I hadn't posted in the join requests thread.

I also found amusing that out of all the threads, you picked this one to post first, since it's clearly written in the title - 13th Squad members only. Ironic, to say the least. ))

((Hey everybody, it's me, Yorich. Sorry I've been so inactive and what-not. The real world got the better of me again, and I've been trying to advertise my new manga (read about it in here). I hope I'm not being too pushy or inconsiderate, but I'd like to finish the RP I was on, which was back when we were fighting the Menos sweatdrop . Again, really sorry, everyone)).

Upon the mass of the Menos Grande, Yorich felt a sweat drop of despair stroke his face. All he had was his nameless wakizashi and a small amount of Kido at his comand, and he knew this wouldn't be enough to bring this monstrousity down.
The thought of escaping had then crossed Yorich's mind. He had a deer-like hollow to leave on, and he could probably get away in all the comotion, but the sight of all of his comrades and friends made his heart sink.
How could I leave them behind to die? he wondered. Am I really so cowardly as to run from the likes of the weakest kind of menos there is?! Just who the hell am I anyway?!
If I'm gonna die, so be it, he said. It's better than being remembered as the single weakest member of the Gotei 13. At least if I fight, I can go down like a true god of death.

He pushed himself up from the dirt and ran for the elephant hollows he had slain just moments before. With all of his might, the dark shinigami cried Byakurai! as he pointed his right index finger at the hollow's mask. Luckily, they weren't dead like he thought, simply impaired, but Yorich didn't remember that hollows disappear after being killed, so it didn't seem so strange to him. With a flash of white lightning, he had cracked one of the hollow's tusks, but not to a point where it would be detached without a liitle "encouragement."
Using all of his knowledge of kidou, Yorich poured a great deal of reishi into his small blade. This flow produced a green glow around the sword, and it extended until his blade was the same length as his capitaine's. With one swoop, Yorich jabbed deep into the tusk of the hollow, and pulled the sword back out. Now what he needed was some leverage, so, jumping on the unsevered half of the mask, Yorich reached down and pulled as hard as he could to remove the tip, like taking a thick branch off from a tall tree. Luckily, it came off quite easily (after about nine full seconds of hard work). This didn't please the hollow at all.

Out of sheer anger, the elephant-hollow swung his face to a hard right, knocking Yorich off with ease. Now back on the ground, the young shinigami began to feel the same terror as before, but that fear was soon forcefully subsided as he made a relentless dash for the tusk that was his prize. With so little reiatsu left, all Yorich could do to pass the elephant was jump over it, bouncing off its head and land behind him, behind the tusk. Now it was all up to luck. With one final burst of reishi, Yorich pushed his sword back into the tusk, but this time, let it stick, so it made a kind of makeshift "hollow hammer."

This was the final move. All Yorich had to do was make the last effort to carry his new weapon over to the menos and deal a devastating blow. He knew he wouldn't beat it, or even survive, most likely, but this was what he had to do. But it didn't work in the least. No matter how hard he tried, the hammer wouldn't budge, and with two angry hollow after him, it spelled the end for Yorich. This didn't mean that he would go down alone, though.

In one last panicked scream, Yorich shot out both of his hands and chanted the incantation for the Byakurai ((sorry everyone, but I don't exactly have the time to find out what it is; more life stuff coming my way, if you know what I mean))...((and no, I don't mean laziness, I mean I shouldn't even be on Gaia right now. Consider yourselves lucky that I find you all worth the risk for being such wonderful people smile )). He had to run from the elephant to be able to finish his chant, so he did just that, and with the turn of his head to face his demons, he could see

the fox girl,

far in the distance. It seemed fate was on his side, except for the fact that he was about to die, it seemed. He wished their situations were different. He wished he could just go back to the training grounds on earth where he had kissed her hand. Ever since that moment, even though he knew it could never be, he longed to see her again with those beautiful eyes and have her tell him she loved him too. I'm so sorry, Hatsume. I'm sorry we never got to finish knowing eachozere. Forgive me for being a fool, but I love you.
BYYYYAAAAAKUUUUUURRRAAAAAIIIIIIIII!

With his chant completed, Yorich's words made two streaks of white electricity burst from his hands; one pointed to the elephant, the second at the Menos Grande's face.

He didn't know if his efforts were enough to kill them, and he doubted so. He didn't know if his squad would ever realize how lucky they were to have the fox girl with them, and he never knew what would become of them. All that he knew, was that it was over for him. His last attack had drained everything that was left from him. Back into the endless cycle of life and death, Yorich was, again, alone, and yet with a family, though they would never know him...or the ways that he never existed.
((For the record, I'll say the elephant-hollow did die, since it was so weak already, but the Menos was taken down by another Soul Reaper, though who it was isn't to be determined by me. Again, I should apologize. Yorich Jaquebo is dead, and with his leaving, I end my RPing under his persona, but that doesn't mean I'm gone. Oh no, I will keep RPing (if it's legal) but with a different character. I hope you all like him just as much (or hopefully, more than) as Yorich, and I'll see you all soon. Oh yeah, and Hatsume, it was only the character Yorich that had a crush on your character, not me to you.))

Cesario was in total nirvana. Not only was he now in the same squad as his friend Yorich, but now he finally had the chance to see him and the shinigami he had heard so much about from his letters.

Coming upon a battle-scarred landscape, Cesario could make out a blonde shinigami in the distance, swinging his sword high in the air.

I wonder what he's doing.

Cesario got curious, and was about to ask him what he was doing, but then he remembered the epic battle that had just taken place only 3 months ago, and how many shinigami lost their lives.

He must be in morning for one of his friends. I guess I should just leave hiim alone.

As Cesario turned away from the scene to return to his walk, he heard that same shinigami say something in japanese or something, and out of literally thin air, a giant, crimson pillar shot up at the sky. With a high-pitched shriek, Cesario fell forward, hard on the ground.

What the Hell?!

With a shaking turn, he faced the Soul Reaper, and before him the pillar of light. Cesario thought this was a little drastic for a mourning, so he got up slowly and stepped toward the caped man.

Okay, hey, buddy, I don't think you should be doing that in a place like this. I feel sorry that you lost someone important, but if you have a friend to mourn, you should at least put a memorial somewhere where others will notice and respect it, rather than see it as an eyesore. To be honest, too, you scared the living death out of me just now.

My, my, aren't we upity. I was just giving myself a tour of my new home, in the Sereitei. I was also hoping to find a friend of mine that I haven't talked to since the rebellion, so I was just on my way to Squad 8 to find out.
Cesario, being from a rich heritage in his last life and having freedom in the Rukon district in this one, didn't quite grasp the concept of "respect." He was more of an "equallity" and "expression" kind of guy. He didn't mean to be rude to the caped man, but he did start it, Cesario thought.

Look, maybe I should just go. But just as Cesario spun around on his toes to walk away, he realized something. Hold on! He finished his turn to re-face his aquantaince.

I was told about someone like you from a friend of mine. He said something about a blonde-and-black-haired shinigami with a scarf around his neck in his squad. I know you don't have the scarf, but you seem to fit the other criteria. Tell me, do you happen to know anything about a shinigami named "Jaquebo?" Dark skin? French accent? Really flexible? He was in Squad 3, I believe.