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Droplets fell. The small individual drops of water that landed painted his obi, making sure to fall where ever they could on his massive body. The droplets that landed on his skin and hair gathered, then pooled, and finally slunk downwards to flow into his clothing. He felt the rain touch his skin and he felt the increasing weight of his soon to be soaked clothing.

The rain soothed and calmed him. Its wetness soddened his clothing and pressed them against his body, hugging him.

He sighed. Zenmaru shifted from the ground and stood up. His eyes looked on dispassionately at the already soaked corpses of the district. His mouth didn't move to acknowledge the woman's sympathizing words, nor did he try to do anything to show that he had listened to her. He just kept quiet as he looked on at the dead bodies.

After a moment of standing he walked forward. The 7'1 shinigami picked up as many bodies as he could and walked over to the chasms created by Shinrei. He tossed the bodies he had gotten into there and turned back to the multitude of other fallen souls. He continued to do the same thing--picking up the dead and dropping them off into the burial holes--and did not stop to heed anything that was being said/ordered by the other shinigami in the area.

Aichou, for her part, didn't do much of anything. She watches the sky..her sword hadn't been able to call the rain in a very long time. A low rumble was heard as thunder rolled across the clouded sky. She closes her eyes again, and touches her forehead to the hilt of the huge weapon..staring down at the ground once her eyes open.


"I never thought this would happen. But I guess as long as there's a chance, it will happen. We were lucky to escape..Ijust wish it hadn't been the way it was. Death happens. Not a lot we can do about it..but there is something that can be done afterwards."


And she stands up..and hefts the sword over her shoulder. The rain will stop soon..her sadness is fading..and when it fades the rain will stop.


"You know..I really..don't like thunder..but..I have to deal with it sometimes. Or my sword wouldn't ever forgive me."

Kaosu walked back from the hole, and looked up at Ran. He didn't open his mouth to speak. He was afraid he would hurl. He just nodded her presence, before starting in on a heftier fellow. He grabbed the clammy wrist, and then his corresponding foot in an attempt to lift him upwards. He gave up this attempt quickly and just wrapped his hands around his waist.

He grunted, feeling the cold, dead flesh pressing against his cheek. He dropped the body on accident, and the eyes of the deceased bored holes into Kaosu's skull. He was visibly shaken. He hurriedly knelt and closed his eyelids, picking him up once again.

Finally he approached the hole, and slid the body down into it. I...I don't think I can do this. He felt lightheaded, and leaned against another nearby wall. They...they killed them all...Why them?

Nagi grabbed other two bodies and piled them up. "After this we should have a meeting with the old man on our next move. Sealing up Seireitei is the only decision we have now," he said as he moved around. "We'll also have to rebuild this district afterwards as well".

Haro appeared on the location with a grin upon his face, ready to help out, thinking there would only be a couple of mouldy old corpses to pick up and put in a couple of holes, nothing too big, he had seen the dead before. But when he got there...he was completely shocked and he slipped on the rain-soaked roof and tumbled across it'sside, cutting himnself a few times on the way. He landed on the ground and he felt his rib crack and he cried out in pain. But as he layed there, he opened his eyes, and he immediately reeled back in horror, as he was staring into empty sockets. He screamed and he rolled away, only to roll atop another body. He got to his feet and began to shake his head.

He felt vomit slowly surging from his stomach and he knew he was going to vomit. But he managed to push it down, the stomach acids burning his throat. He heaved a deep sigh and he looked at a bleeding corpse. "I appologise." He whispered as he took some of the blood and placed it in his mouth. "Stage one.....blood of foe." He sobbed as the symbols moved upon his back. That's right....bring me out to do the job! Since you can't do it yourself you worthless little child! Screamed the voice in his mind. He then felt his face, blood dripping from his nose from the fall he had taken and he placed that in his mouth too. "Stage two...blood of self." He said, a tear dripping from his face, but it would be the last one as both eyes turned completely crimson.

He walked over to the middle of the gloomy scene and he laughed as he looked at all the sad faces. He quirked a brow at the man talking and spreading flower seeds and he laughed again. "Blah blah blah! They're dead for god sakes." He spat. "It's not like they are going to sit up and say: "Hey, thanks for the pretty flowers." Jesus! Just put them in the holes and lets get out of here!" He growled as he walked and picked up an elderly corpse, slung it over one shoulder and did the same to a little child, and then walked over to a hole and he hurled the corpses into it. He was into the bloodlust enough that the real him was not responding to the horror, the bloodlust version, the direspectful, dispicable, disgusting him was out and about, and it was obvious. "Why the long faces on everyone. They will all be reborn right? Besides, we'll get these bastards back." He said with a smirk.

Megumi simply turns his head..his expression flat..then he shifts himself, interposing his body between the woman and the other, meeting her weapon with his own, where it rests at his side. Then, probably for the first time since anyone at the academy had ever met him, he turns a cold gaze to the speaker. He turns his back then, looking towards Ran..and muses..before responding..


"Haro. I will not bring myself to dignify such an unsightly set of words with words of my own. I have a higher place to think about when it comes to matters of appearance. You would not understand what that means..so I will forgive your words in this particular case. I am feeling forgiving for the sake of all of these who were lost. Respect is shown in ceremony for those who have never experienced such a thing before. It is my family's way..and if you have a problem with that.."


He tilts his head just slightly..looking over his shoulder at his fellow student..his own eyes flashing a pale violet..instead of their usual dual color..


"Then it is most regrettable. Ran, it will not do to attack allies, despite their views. It is unsightly, and detracts from our purpose at this time."

Haro grinned broadly, spreading his arms wide as the woman hurtled towards him and he laughed out loud, insanely. "Oh alright then! Come on little lady. Hit me!! Het me good!" He yelled, laughing all the while. But as the man's weapoon interfered, and stopped Haro from being able to feel the attacks hit him, or the blood, or the bones cracking, any of it...he was upset. "Oh please Megumi. You think you and your happy-go-lucky comments are really going to move me? I would rather have you and little miss emotional here take your zenpaktous and cut me open a few nice memory scars then to hear your pathetic words. Go on and spread your flowers I don't care. Just save me your speaches." He spat. He then shook his head and grinned brightly as he stood there and looked at Ran, giving her a mock wink and then turning his back on her. But before he made it far he turned sharply upon his heel and looked at Megumi. "Oh, and please...don't dare call me Haro. That little wimp isn't here anymore. You can just call me Damian if you'd like. Sounds more to my liking. Haro is pathetic....just liek the rest of you snivelling sentimental fools." He said, chuckling again as he picked up another corpse and tossed it un-emotionally into a grave.

Damian grinned broadly as he stood there, looking at the woman, engulfed in her own anger. She was truely mentally weak if she could not control her anger in such a small situation like this...then again, Damian couldn't control his contempt for the people around him, so it also made him weak. He watched the attack coming towards him and he spread his arms wide open with a grin, he made a slight sidestep, but it was a joke, because he was purposefully letting it hit him. Why? He loved the feeling of pain, and he loved to torment Haro, making the boy feel the pain and hurt excruciatingly. When the kidou hit, he was surprised at it's strength and he felt something he had never felt before...wha tan interesting feeling...he loved it.

Dodge: 17 + 15 = 32 (hit)