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Tetsunosuke Harasawa

First Division's Lieutenant

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The Fukutaichō of Ichibantai was fashionably late, or so he would guess. His white Shihakushō fit him more properly then it would usually, covering his chest and tattoos there. He was walking all the way from his Division barracks, so it was a good walk. But he didn't mind it at all. During the walk, he took the time to think back about all the things that had transpired between himself and the deceased Jūnibantai Taichō... not a whole lot that was note worthy. He had only previously met the Captain at a training event for his Bankai, and then afterwards, at the attack of Aurelius. The last formal meeting they had was at the Captain's lab, where Hei gave Tetsunosuke, the belt of vacuum flasks with liquid nitrogen. He still had the belt in his Lieutenant quarters; something he'd keep as a personal memorial.

Tetsunosuke wasn't one to let tears get in the way, but during his long trip to the base of Sōkyoku Hill, Tetsu felt the urge to weep tears for Yuki's and Tsukiko's loss, and anyone else tied to him in a special manner, including Tomomi. In his arms was a small bouquet of five white Chrysanthemums; another thing white Chrysanthemums were symbolic for was grief and death in some Asian countries. In all actuality, this was the most fitting to Hei, there were so many meanings for this flower, they all almost suited him. The hair on Tetsunosuke's hair was less wild as he walked the path toward the graves. His Zanpakuto was readied by his side, not wanting to be apart from it at all. Though he didn't know if it was proper to bring the blade with him to a funeral.

Finally, as Tetsunosuke drew nearer, he could see who the Reiryoku signatures belonged to; he had guess who they belonged to already, but one could never be too sure on what the were witnessing. The sound of a Cero blast charging and releasing did set his hairs on ends, but he thought nothing of it as he drew nearer and saw the captains. There was nothing that seemed to out of place, besides the suspicious looking character who had just spoke in Greek. Tetsunosuke felt a sense of nostalgia; he was brought back to his fight with Hideki, who was also present. He walk silently past all of the spectators, critics, loved ones, and sad ones. He simply just wanted to verify the deceased. 'Hei... Hakase.' He thought after reaching the coffin and stared down at the body while keeping his vertebra straight. "Jūnibantai Taichō. Death is never a welcomed event in anyone's life. May that be a human, a Soul, Shinigami, or even in some cases... a Hollow." Tetsunosuke gripped the bouquet firmly in his hand; raising them up and placing them gently down on the casket. "A flower so suiting for you... yet at the same time... it's not." Tetsunosuke added after releasing his grip around the steams of the flowers, which were tied together with a white thread. His azure blue gaze was locked at Hei's face. He wasn't going to cause a scene, screaming at the dead body telling it to rise up because he swore this was a trick, no... that'd just be ignorant of Tetsu. He took his left hand and tilted his head back at the same time, running that left hand through his hand. "Sayonara... Hakase-Taichō." He said with a slight small smirk creeping it's way on the corner of his lip. Not a smirk of "yes, you're dead", but a smirk of unknown; his eyes locked into the sky. His hand momentarily rested on his neck. He lowered it slowly and his head followed. He turned and walked in front of the victim's family. "My condolences, Hakase family." He bowed with his arms at his side with his palms flat against him. His expression was blank as he rose out of the bow, meeting the eyes of each of the family members, even if they didn't stare back at him. Tetsunosuke walked past the Captains, not making any sort of eye contact. He made his way to a similar background appearance. Just... the feeling of leaving everything to the family seemed more proper to him.

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"Freedom comes at the cost of your fearful ways. Pay it."

xxxxxxxxthe Sun locks the Heavens
xxxxxxxxthe Moon eclipses the Night



Being pulled to her feet was not something she had been expecting, so had she been a normal girl, Tsukiko would have stumbled while this was occurring. However, since she had a built-in auto balance feature, she was pulled to her feet and gained her balance without any problems. Choosing to remain in her mother's embrace, Tsukiko continued sobbing, even as a pinging sound began to emanate from her left, indicating that an unknown presence was approaching. However, she could not bring herself to look up at the moment, preferring this particular comfort. Thusly, she ignored him as he approached, and even spoke about her and continued to ignore him still, at least until he spoke in a different language. Without pulling herself away from Yuki, she turned her head and looked at him in full as he walked away. She had understood what he said, even in death may you be triumphant, indicating that Hei should continue to win or surpass limits even while in death, or in this case in his rebirth. Remembering something, the girl turned her head back and continued to cry, though now with a larger understanding of Hei's intention of releasing her full powers. While he may not have planned his death, within the last few seconds of his life, he had certainly planned his resurrection or at least paved the way for it to occur.

"Genius..." She mused silently to herself while keeping up the facade of a girl who was now totally distraught over the loss of her father. "The sheer mental ability of that man will never cease to amaze me. When did he... was it, no that's too soon. That means that... My head, this is too much, father, you mean to tell me that..." Tetsunosuke's words penetrated her soul as they were spoken; Death is never a welcomed event in anyone's life. May that be a human, a Soul, Shinigami, or even in some cases... a Hollow. "No, not just a hollow... but... they die too, don't they?" Before she had just been too frustrated to realize it, but it was all coming to her now in a rush of realization. He had actually done it. By not killing Aurelius on the grounds of pure rage at the boy, he had inadvertently, or possibly purposefully left a back door to his death. Leverage. That's what he had given her; Leverage. And beyond that, the power to make it happen. She had planned something else for this day, but her plans began to shift as the gears in her head turned, her brain working at top speeds as she mentally tore apart her former plan and completely restructured it into something brand new. Clutching Yuki's robes tightly, she let out a small, convincing scream of frustration, and then fell silent, but not before motioning to the graveside attendants to start the burial. They closed the casket and put it into the ground, taking their time to manually shovel the dirt back into his grave. Tsukiko turned her head to watch this and though she looked deeply depressed, inside she could not be more serious. There was a way to bring him ********>

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As the casket that bore Hei’s cold, dead corpse was closed, sealing the man, the so-called Dark King within its structure, an all too familiar reiatsu began to prevail throughout the area. And as the dirt slowly piled on top of the casket, the soft sound of footsteps slowly began to grow louder, and louder. From the distance, one could make out the figure of a man around his early twenties, draped in a white coat, adorned with flame like designs across its surface. His blonde hair seemed to dance slowly to the cool breeze that blew across the landscape, seemingly heralding the arrival of a man of such importance as him. He walked at a calmly, yet at the same time briskly manner, he ignored the presence of Zenos and he passed the other Shinigami gathered at the funeral, making his way in front of the tomb silently.

Arriving in front of the tomb, as the casket bearing Hei inside was slowly condemned into the earth, the man’s brow furrowed in sadness, breaking the otherwise solemn and peaceful emotion drawn on his face upon his entrance. His lips were closed tightly, for he had no words to say, what could he possibly offer to the grieving family Hei has left? What could he possibly say that could lift the morale of those present? Nothing, and so he remained silent as he simply watched the dirt slowly cover the casket of the man, once thought to be a god. If it were a lighter occasion, he would have smirked at the thought of a god being slain, but alas, it was not. And so, there it was, the man who the Shinigami call their Commander-General, Tomomi Iwakuro, simply stood and watched as he joined the others in silence for the former 12th Squad Captain, the Vizard Hakase Hei.

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xxxxxxxxClimb the mountains and get their good tidings.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.





Yuki chose to stroke her Tsukiko's hair and hold her tight as she continued her crying, turning away only when Hei's casket was to be lowered in the ground and covered. Casting a vacant stare at this process, Yuki remained silent, though kept steady hands at Tsukiko's head and waist to comfort her. As what was intended to be Tomomi's Reiatsu was scattered about in the air, Yuki turned to look at the figure coming towards them. At first she was upset with his late arrival; Hei and Tomomi had been rather good friends, even if Hei would not like to admit it. Her feelings towards this person abruptly changed when after looking past his exterior and feeling past his Reiatsu, she realized that it was not Tomomi at all. Or at least, she didn't think it was. Her Zanpakutō was utterly useless to her, it was just a small tanto who seemed to delight itself in stealing away her age just to work. Silently she cursed this fact, actually she did it more than once a day and often times found herself punishing her Zanpakutō by putting it in the freezer since Rei hated to be cold. They used to get along well, but with her brother gone and no one to talk to, she was not getting along with Rei at all. That is to say, she was no longer speaking to her on a daily basis, and hadn't done so within the past five days. Her Shikai and Bankai were so close yet so far out of reach that it was depressing. The loss of a great deal of her ability was putting a strain on her ability to feel any sort of usefulness such that she was constantly double checking herself, which was one of the top reasons that she had given the Chief of Medicine title over to Elisia. The Gotei couldn't have a top healer who had to constantly second guess herself in treatment options and diagnostics.

Because of this, Yuki felt compelled to double check herself by turning to what she could actually make use of. Making it as least obvious as possible, Yuki drew a symbol on the ground with her foot that illuminated where she drew it. "Bakudō no Gojūhachi: Kakushitsuijaku." She said in a low voice as various symbols appeared in the four quadrants of the circle she had drawn. The circle flashed red, then disappeared to which Yuki responded by narrowing her eyes at the figure before her. This was not Tomomi... Tomomi wasn't even in the Soul Society. So she had been right. This made her both happy and angry simultaneously; happy that her abilities were working to a certain degree, yet angry that someone had chosen to impersonate Tomomi. Only one being flashed through her mind and a surge of feelings rushed to her like an emotional floodgate had broken open. Casting a glance to her mother and father, she urged them back, released Tsukiko, and fished her tanto from her sleeve taking the chance to switch it in her hand so she was holding it inversely. A shunpo later and she was upon the imposter in a second, bringing the now-naked blade to his neck in a swift assassination move she had taken from watching Nu. It was to be a quick, clean cut and her steps would carry to the left and well past the man she believed to be was Dolor before she was to even become fully visible again. Though she was perfectly aware that he could do something to heal himself, she tried to test if cutting off his head would work. Coming to a halt, she cast a look at Zenos, one that held all of her desperation in it, just before looking back at the Exaequare to see how he had fared. "On your toes, this is not the Captain Commander..." She said just loud enough for others to hear; her voice was clearly shaken, giving way to the fact that she was at the very least, put off by this recent development. Even though she hadn't actually given any orders or demanded anything, now that she wasn't a Captain anymore Yuki still felt odd about how she had pretty much told everyone what to do even if it wasn't a big deal. Of course, this was hardly the time to worry about such a thing so she pushed it out of her mind.

» I w ill C Ø N † R Ø L • E V E R Y • T HIN G
» ------- ;; Feel my ✖ BURNING ✖ soul

A somewhat familiar feeling surged in the air as the image of Tomomi came into veiw, a frown just as quickly appearing as she was about to scold the man for being late. He was their General for goodness's sake, but before she took a step, a small hesitant glare came from her eyes as she looked at him more carefully now. While his appearance was striking, Nu was trained in certainarts, specifially to pay attention to individual's mannerisms, looking for habits and motions that people do when under different circumstances. Not embarassed to say, Tomomi was a subject who she paid close attention to, and his usual traits did not match with today's. So when she spied a flash of red by Yuki's foot, she could only assume the once Captain ran a check on him, apparently proving to her that this man wasn't Nu's fond General, but an imposter. With that she didn't try to stop Yuki from cutting the man's head, as Yuki did not do things without facts and logic to back her up, yet her current state created a sense of desperation, mostly because Yuki was not feeling up to par with her usual awesome displays of power, the death of Hei shaking up the Hakase household was clear. "Really now?..." If Yuki's move went without a hitch, the man should be reacting to it, a technique like that is meant to be swift, yet also deadly, and if he survived through it, it reduced the possible suspects considerably. Walking over, she began to crack her knuckles in a impatient manner, her furiation at someone taking his appearance was becoming clear.

"You dare take the image of our Captain Commander?! Have you no honor?!" She finally stopped a good foot away from the man, waiting for his reaction to Yuki's strike before attacking herself.

KATO MEISHI

“Turn your

ｆａｃｅ to the sun and the ｓｈａｄｏｗｓ fall behind you...”

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Kato only spared a glance towards the Captain Commander as he walked in. It was quite strange, though...he had never been late for anything in the Soul Society."He shows up late at the funeral of a Captain? Strange indeed..." Kato took a long hard stare at the Captain Commander. As soon as Yuki released Tsukiko, he knew something was up. Kato quickly flipped back up into the tree and drew both swords. After that he summoned four clones that took up defensive positions around Hei's coffin. "Just like old times, eh, Kato? I noticed how you went right back to your 2nd Division training..." Kato shrugged. Still unseen, Kato whispered, "Limit of the thousand hands, sacred hands of unreachable darkness, shooting hands of the invisible sky. A path that drops light, wind that stirs up embers, do not hesitate to gather, look at my fingers. Light bullets, eight bodes, nine articles, tome of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, gray turret. Aim your bow faraway and disappear brightly! Hadō #91: Senjū Kōten Taihō!" Subsequently, Kato made a clone that jumped and flung itself towards Nu, so that she would be out of range of the attack when it hit. Kato took a deep breath. "I put more energy into that then I thought I would...Oh well, he's not getting out of that one." This was a Captain-level Kido; Kato wasn't even sure if he could cast it again. Kato then turned towards Yuki. "Miss Yuki...don't do anything you will regret...please."

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“...Sadness flies on the

ｗｉｎｇｓ of the morning and out of the ｈｅａｒｔ of darkness comes the light.”