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(yep that would be best I think as they are waiting on you I believe in woods from what I heard.)

Sitting at stool that faced the moistened walls of the inner cave, sat the shinigami dispelling his knowledge upon the pages that lay before him. The light from the candle created the appearance of darkened shadows eash time the pen moved. The ink bled on the pages at a rapid pace as this shinigami had many inner thoughts that could not remain dormant within his mind. The pages continued to shift until all was released only to be looked upon at a further point in time. For now the mind was clear as day, allowing for the first breath to ease out of his lungs. It was time to refuel from the draining mental task that he had just gone through.

Kinsetsu proceeded to stand up, feeling the stiffness in his back as he extended to his full stature. With a fluid series of motions he proceeded to lock up the journal that could be his enemies greatest weapon and his friends greatest threat. Knowing what he knew could be quite catastrophic which made him ever cautious in his care for the journal. He proceeded to walk from the darkened room towards the exposure of light, his exit.

As his head extended outwards his eyes were hit with a sharpened pain as he attempted to reajust to natural lighting. He knew not how long he had been within the cavern but it must have been several hours. Feeling his stomach's hunger he proceeded to head down the clearing towards the path that led to his cabin. As he reached the bushes that lay half a kilometer from his destination he heard the faintest reasonance of a voice in the direction of the cabin. He focused his eyes and saw the figure, which presumably from his garment must have been a shinigami. This was not Ash as he could tell meaning another shinigami had venture upon his hidden land. It's becoming a popular place he thought with amusement.

Not one to be a poor host he headed quickly over towards the open area that lay the cabin just to hear the last words coming from the shinigami's mouth. For one to announce themselves with disregard for potential threat either meant they were fearless or did not seek a battle. He presumed the latter although this was not to suggest this individual was not of mental toughness.

"Hello there. It would seem you are not familiar with this land. I'm about to head in to eat if you care to join me I shall have some food to share." He began to walk towards the cabin and feeling the manner in which he introduced himself could be perceived as unfriendly he quickly added, "By the way my name is Kinsetsu Ichikuri of the Sereitei." He opened the door and entered but left it open as a signal of invitation for the other shinigami to enter.

The previous nights thoughts still harboured deep within his mind. He could not find an appropriate answer to his dilemma which left him uneasy. Solutions typically came with ease when logic was clear. Unfortunately life and the social conditions that were a part of it did not fall into place so logically. Emotions ran deep within individuals and seemed to dissolve all reason. He was beginning to understand this but of course could not fully grasps the concept seeing he had foregone emotions since childhood.

Although he knew sensations ran deep within his core, at the moment he was simply an empty vessel. Certainly he had thoughts but they were simply expressed through calculated reasoning. These truly could not be his own thoughts but the systematic response he had been trained to portray over the years. Not even in his encounters with Ash, despite exposing his darkened past had he displayed the slightest hint of feeling. He merely presented his life story as if he was an external being describing events of someone else. Potentially this was why his spirit, if he had one chose not to come out. Exiting thought abruptly, he proceeded to perform a productive task. Continued internal discussion would not lead to a clear answer therefore their was no need to dwell into the obscurities of the unexplained.

He proceeded to enter the cavern and turn the pages of one of his physics books. This is he knew had a path towards a clear end. His inner thoughts would simply produce a lack of productivity if he continued to dwell into them. It was time to shut that door, at least for now.

The rain fell in a systematic pattern as the smog veneer shielded the mystical land from unwanted eyes. The light was yet there; shining dim, but constant, through the rain. Those who sought beyond the overbearing myst would find their sanctuary. As one walked they would be led aslant over the hill, through a marsh, which would have been impassible in winter. The foliage of the trees hid much of what lay ahead. Through the vine ridden, mossy path if one ventured further they would gain passage towards the eloquant opening that had become one's sanctuary.

Entering the passage and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a cabin rose to view; black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light shone nowhere. All was obscurity. The friendly gleam of light, shot from the lozenged anes of a very small lattice window, made still smaller by the growth of ivy or some other creeing lant, whose leaves clustered thick over the ortion of the cabin wall in which it was set. The aperture was so screened and narrow, that curtain or shutter had been deemed unnecessary; and as one stopped and peered within, they could see all. Within the candle, whose ray had been a beacon, burnt on the table; and by its light a young male was mesmerized by the passing pages, as he sat perched on the chair reading.

The dull thumping of the rain echoed a chant, each time it struck the walls of his shelter, from the liquid hazard. One such as himself, was accustomed to the ever shifting form of nature that was depicted on this location. It was not a disturbance, but rather the gift one embraces, a display of virility in the land. The quivering flames painted the walls in ever moving blackness, as if a creature lurked upon it's surface. Yet again, his focus remained constant, lifting his arm periodically, watching the sleeve fall backwards, as he moved towards the unknown contents of the book that lay before him. In such a state his focus was similar to the hunter perched on the ridge, steady handed, gazing down the rabbit it would soon strike with its arrow. Through habit he had developed this approach towards his studies, that lay far beyond solely the physical and spiritual realm. The world of the mental conscious was of greater importance as it could always dictate how one would fare in the physical and spiritual world. Those lacking the mental capabilities would simply fall by the wayside as Darwinist played out. Despite all his focus his mind did wander elsewhere, nothing the appearance of a stranger to his enchanted land. His head shifted outwards as he turned his neck, seeing in the distance the shape of the figure that was headed directly in his location.

It was not unsurprising that the individual would approach this abide at is what the only shelter that lay within this environment, no other had ever reside here besides himself, therefore no other individual had known this as a home. Attention completely drawn to the figure his eyes watched the shifting molecular structure. As the legs moved the energy expanded within those locations to provide the faculty for one to be able to walk. Each stride was short and rapid, allowing him to note the rather short legs that were a piece of the overall short frame. Unfocusing the eyes he noticed the distinct colors that stood out, showcasing the eccletic nature of this individual. The uniform huged the frame, opening slightly at the chest displaying the full curvature and not leaving much to the imagination. One just needed to look at the fish-net stockings to know that she was not your conventional shinigami. He did not mind the appearance as he himself did not portray himself in a conventional manner either.

Unlike the typical shinigami who stuck to the non-colors of black and white, he displayed rather vibrant color on his attire. His most noticeable garment feature was the draping that hung from his shoulders, a flashy red cape that bore plenty of holes, displaying a history of battles. A tightly fit tunic covered his torso, past his waist, displaying his own toned physical frame. In full stature he could appear quite intimidating as he reached his full height of 6 feet 1, not a common height to see in the realm of the shinigami. The most unconventional feature lay within his own natural physical characteristics. His eyes contained no iris and displayed simply an ocean of blue of a soulless being.

The tappings of nails upon his door and slightly childish voice clearly indicated that she had found this destination. He couldn't help, but noticed the shifting in spiritual presence within the individual as if something further lurked within. It brought back thoughts of his shikai attainment when he felt the other being within, not the typical spirit within the sword, but as if another being was part of him. Come outside well his focus was already upon the new individual so he may as well investigate, it was something he did rather well as the Vice Captain of squad 8. He stood upwards feeling the slight tightness within his muscles from the long period of sitting, and proceeded outside. The door parted from the fringes, creaking ever so slightly, as he took the first step outside. Fully in view, face to face, as friendly as one could speak towards a stranger he began to inquire.

"I do not believe I've seen you around although it is not hard to state that since few know how to enter this land. How did you find your way here fellow shinigami." He spoke with subtlety, not displaying any emotion, whether anger or excitement. He would simply await the response to judge what must occur next.

The lady before him, did not seem the slightest bit frazzled by his direction questioning, rather she seemed rather comfortable in the climate, struging forward in a rythmic march as a giggle escaped her mouth. She advance within close enough proximity that he could smell the sweet natural fragrance that escaped her form. At such a close physical distance he was slightly apprehensive, not being able to decipher the social context in which he now found himself in. Her middle finger inched forward, jutting outwards from the hand like a dagger, only to delicately place itself on his chest, elevating gradually towards the nape of his neck, to rest upon his chin. He did not know in the slightest way how to interpret such a scenario, he merely stood silently awaiting further action. As her eyelids move downwards to embrace the darkness underneath, she began to untie her braids, allowing her hair to flow without restraint. Her eyes, seeking the light once more, opened to reveal darkness with the hint of vibrant pink iris's that were merely a portion of her transformation, as a tail slid outwards from her pants, moving with hazardous force. It was not only a physical transformation, but a spiritual one as well, considering the now darkening aura that seemed to be transmit from her body. As she began to spoke and move within even closer proximity it began to make sense.


He recognized the initial name she spoke of Hateshinai AI Ami, as he was made well aware of all ranked members within the Gotei 13, in his position. As she continued and explained her past as a former Primara Espada all the pieces seemed to fit together. The aura completely made sense, he merely wondered to what extent she had surpressed that former self. Despite mentioning the death of Ishi Riki, her presence was clearly still illuminating from Ami, ever so slightly. Her shift in personality and appearance were a clear indication that potentially she was still struggling to suppress that former past. Ishi Riki as a former Primara Espada, certainly would not leave so easily, even after death. His mind completely focused upon these thoughts, as if he now looked between the scope of a rifle, mind devoid of all other thought, made him not even dwell upon her initial remark on the need to help him, until she was perched upon a tree.

She wished to help him yet how would one know what his situation was? He clearly had never divulged any of his problems to anyone and this problem only occured recently in his shikai attainment. The voice that spoke to him that time clearly depicted him as being something other than he really was. A similar dark aura as that of the one he sensed from Ami seemed to have come forth in his encounter with this unknown being that lived within his mind. He knew of his shikai powers and there was a reason why he did not wish to display them in his training with the Commander Chief. How would he be perceived displaying such evil destructive powers? It completely went against his core ideals, yet when he had secretly tested out his ability he felt the slightest presence of enjoyment as he watched the unfortunate creature that suffered agony at his hand, slowly dissolving as the flesh melted away. He knew the dark aura only appeared when he went shikai and he was certainly careful to never use it with others around shinigami around. As he struggled internally understand what Ami meant by wanting to help him she began to inquire further on his botanic paradise. He listened as she finally stopped speaking, leaving an awkward silence in the air as the seconds passed. He knew he needed to speak and as he gathered his thoughts he allowed his eyes to converge upon her own.

"This is a land of peace and quiet that allows me to dwell in my own inner thoughts without the slightest interference. I also rather enjoy the natural scenery that is on full display here. If one wishes to seek a balance within the soul this is a perfect place. I do not believe your silly in the slightest, as without smile one cannot help but look upon life from a darker point of view. My smile may not be present, but I am attemption to understand the meaning of emotions and happiness, a further reason for this resting place. I do however have to ask you why do you believe I need aid?" He had not changed his stance since Ami initially spoke, merely his eyes moved as they penetrated her own, fixated upon her eventual response.

(will post likely friday..too tired to be truly creative now and want next post to shed a lot of light)

The events that transpired from him at one point being standing still to eventually laying upon his back, would leave a deep impact that he himself could not even fully comprehend. As Ami displayed her flirtateous nature his once en display seize to exist, as sudden as the shifting in the winds from an ocean front.His one enigmatic portrayal of himself crumbled as emotions began to run free. A deepened desire for Ami was produced but not one of lust, one simply to consume the spiritual presence of what lay within her being. The proximity and scent that pressed forth from her being stimulated all his senses, self control became difficult to maintain. The internal struggle could be seen across his physical frame as the blood rushed to his head, protruding veins from his temple. I must devour her...This makes no sense. I barely know her and should not have any feelings towards....consume her...It's the only way to break through this prison you have created...No this is not right...Yes it is and we shall feast.. For an instant he seemed to convulse as all his muscles tightened into a knot as his eyes forcebly closed from all sources of light. After a few moments of the strenous physical struggle his eyes opened, not as they were, but in a completely different reflection. No longer the artic blue eyes looked out from his body, instead a star filled colorful galactical scenery could be seen, as if his eyes contained their own universe. From that moment Kinsetsu Ichikuri would seize to exist and the one known as Mitesumo would lay claim to this body. This was made clear by his next actions.

The gentleman nature gone, an arm shot upwards from his body and grabbed Ami's neck, cutting off the air supply. He pivoted on his hip and hand still constricting the lungs rolled sideways and flung the small frame of Ami away. He moved to a military stance as he felt the new life within this body. His upper lift tilted as he opened his mouth, displaying a full smile. It was the thrill of what was to come, exciting his entire physical and spiritual presence. "Hello Ishi, it's been a while hasn't it? I must say the last time we met didn't turn out quite so well for myself thanks to your betrayal. Well what was I to expect, you could never love someone like me now could you?"

Without another word his sword unsheated and without word it completely transformed in appearance as it seemed to radiate the sun. Typically a shinigami would need to call upon their sword to evoke its power, but he no longer was simply a shinigami. His skin began to puss and burn, as this sun portrayal was actually a skill trait he had. The moment Ishi saw this she likely would know who he was, but he still questioned to what extent she influenced her host Ami. As he blisters continued to form there seemed to reach a point where no further damage was done. His skin as quickly as it was being destroyed was being repaired, a trait only he could display in this form. He walked towards Ami, grin still on full display, as he was ready to feed all his desires. It was simply his nature to seek out this bloodlust, all of his kind were the same. Ishi, I'm ready to be entertained.