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MockaDash smiled as he witness with amusement how his two students were working well together. How they have evolved since they've joined the 13th Squad. Time to join the fun! the Captain said, as his demeanor changed drastically. He was happily smiling (almost child-like) and seemed to have lost his usual aloofness.

As a energetic kitsune charged at him, now more focused than Mock ever saw, he quickly reached inside his kimono and retrieved his wakizashi. Holding it with his left, he parried Hatsume's blade. His right hand was swinging the katana at Mashiro, and his left held against the "little fox's" Zanpakutou.

Releasing some of his reiatsu after Mashiro jumped high into the air - with the help of a kidou - Mock pushed Hatsu away, thrusting his dagger against her katana, in order to focus all his attention on the other Shinigami. His reiatsu was tinting the immediate surroundings with a indigo hue.

With both his arms stretched outwards (the left from pushing Hatsume, and the right from brandishing the katana), Mock brought his right arm down along his body and raised it towards Mashiro's incoming blade. Blocking the Shinigami sword with his own, held high above his head, Mock brought the left arm up as well. Only, what he did, was made a small cut on his own arm, using the wakizashi.
As his blood ran through the length of the small blade, it absorbed it, and turned dark. Mock's reiatsu instantly tenfolded, and the indigo aura was replaced by a dark crimson one. Much heavier and ominous than the previous one. His wakizashi was now a full nodachi, having been released and turned into a man-sized sword.

Yes! Fun times indeed!!! Itsuryu KetsuekiZenchou!!! Still blocking Mashiro's Zanpakutou with his katana, Mock brandished the nodachi downwards, and released from it a large dark wave of reiatsu towards his student, at close range. Taking a full blow from such attack, would feel like being cut by hundreds of blades.

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»‡«Hatsume»‡« Movements, actions, reiatsu, it surged through the fox's mind like a scanner. Quickly having to identify everything with such short time. Something like this was achieved through time, and only by experience and time. Perhaps when Hatsume will get older and gain more tails; should her senses increase even more-so. The clicking noise of Mashiro's blade was quickly identified as the releasment of a katana, he was about to attack and he did. Having full trust in her partner's actions to not accidentally harm her in the event, the Kitsune felt her "buddy" be denied of it's hit, protected by the guarding of Mock's wakizashi, she held her stance firmly... keeping in mind of the former warning of that enchanting voice.
But her firmness to keep focused would be shaken, the massive surge of Mockadash's reiatsu. Her heart pounded, it was like that time before.... Where the energy engulfed her mind and all... making her feel as if she would be crushed, this strong overlap of energy with the added affect of Mock pushing her caused her be dragged back from the force.
Her mind trying to recover, trying to establish a natural setting of some sort, as to not let his increased reiatsu pound on her with such effusiveness, she will need to get used of his energy, just like with Yuan. She could feel this strong will consume her, that feeling she embraced before and held was now flowing through her very breathe, slithering itself through her veins.
Sharply snapping out from her shocked emotions, her eyes quickly followed a flash of movement. But not to her liking. Mashiro had just flung into some rocks. Hatsume became worried, but also this made her inhale a deep passion to get back at Mock for this... Her eyes, which turned to the Captain had glared forth. The scent of blood increasing a behavior to take advantage of the wound. Her left hand freed itself from the handle, as her figure charged at Mockadash quickly once more, her body low to the ground, a strong swipe to his long blade would be made. ".....Let us play then... Captain." Her breathing was easy and soft; extremely controled as she embraced herself to go up against Mockadash and his massive reiatsu. Let them play indeed.

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»‡«Hatsume»‡« The low sprint of Hatsume finally came to a abrupt halt when he blade clashed with MockaDash's once more. This time she flowed with his massive strike letting it pull her back from the pure force of the strike. It was as if her body went into a quick roll as it kept close to the ground, her knees and hocks bent ready for a quick escape if he summoned out some demon magic. But as he cross slashed into the air, the kitsune could smell the very essence of power build up, the simple sight of him making a action at the air gave a couple hints. Her joints & muscles flexed quickly against the ground once more; catapulting her into the air... The dark waves caught her eye. She may have reached the sky; but waves had width to them... This extended length left her not completely from their range.
It was only obvious to make sure her zanpakutou kept between her and Mockadash, and his own zanpakutou. Anything else may have been a suicide wish. So, with her right hand grappling the handle with all it's might; may she have hopes of fending off the wave from reaching her. It's force would drive her back in midair. She believed in her buddy, believed that he and her could fend it off... That together somehow... they would be capable of getting to Mock, and together... may they put their energies forth and be able to help Mashiro. Her knees bent, tediously placed toes pressed on the side of her buddy for better support.
Her free left hand was shifting quickly through her sleeve before it popped out with what seemed to be two tennis-ball sized balls. Decorated with odd scroll like patterns, and a fuse line that was short. Enduring the pure pressure of the dark wave crushing against her zanpaktou; it felt as if it was slipping right through.. that force. It felt like it was crushing her from the inside out. She must not falter though, she must keep controlled. Tossing the two balls up with a speedy throw allowing small touch of foxfire to light to fuse- they would arch over and fall down towards Mockadash. Whistling a high pitched crackling and squeak sound. Did he attempt to cut it with his long blade; the ball would burst and the flame make the make-shift trick to explode like a small grenade. Would simply dodge it, the fuse would finally set it off and explode anyways... allowing the burst of fire power to escape from it's collapsed circular shells.
Hatsume on the other hand would find herself hitting a tree from her backside. The tumble would make her slip downwards as branches snapped and back lashed at the shinigami. Hopefully the wave would continue on and not follow down with her. Tumbling down, Hatsume tried to recover; but by the time she did- she touched ground-- err.. scratch that. Touched water. The environment was filled of koi ponds and the such, it was only by hitting the beautiful tree where she fell into the water. A element most deadly if her head went under for afew seconds.
The liquid engulfed around her as she dumped down, frantically trying to keep herself afloat, her body kept up; but upon landing in the pond did the high splash land on that cranium of hers. Gasping for air, she never let go on her dear buddy. Reaching to the side of the pond she shook her head fiercely as to remove the over abundance of liquid. Her head was dizzy from the simple touch of water covering her hair, head, face... She was soaked. But she had to stay focused- she couldn't forget for one moment what was going on, and what she had to do. Her easy breathing slightly became more deeper as the fox weakened from water attempted to redeem some sort of focus. Crawling out from the pond felt promising, but she was still soaked. Her brush looking like a shaggy rat's tail, her clothes and hair still damped with moister. ".......Tch.." Her eyes winced, glaring forth as her mind and heart deeply went to her zanpaktou for help. How... why was water such a pain? It was like it took away her energy all together, but she had to fight! She had to push herself! She needed the strength. A final exhale puffed out from her mouth as the kitsune forced her feet to move once more into a sprint. Her zanpakutou held tightly, which such a firm grip on it; it too- was wet as she. The blade pointed towards Mock as she closed in the distance between them...

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There Mashiro stood, dirty and battle worn. He was still trying to recover from the Captain's powerful blow, but it was proving dificult. The air was getting hot and heavy as Mashiro watched his kitsune friend get knocked around by the same attack he was sent flying by. Anger swept Mashiro as he seemed powerless to protect, and yet he knew he had to do something. Tch! Mashiro picked up his zanpakutou which had been stuck into a rock when he was thrown back by Mock-Taichou's Itsuryu KetsuekiZenchou. With one hard tug he broke the rock that held his zanpakutou captive. Now, with his zanpakutou in hand, Mashiro ran after the Captain. He brought the katana to his side has if he was going to swipe the very air.

Mashiro.... said a deep, disfigured voice. The very sound of it made Mashiro stop dead in his tracks. Quickly looking around, Mashiro could find no person to match the voice. He knew that it was not the Captain, since his lips did not move. And it could not have been Hatsume since she had been otherwise pre-ocupied. So who was this misterious voice? He had to ignore it and focus on the task at hand, for now...

However, thanks to the voice Mashiro snapped out of his blood lust and became calm again. He was now looking over the situation with everything that was going on.The skermish between Hatusme and Mock-Taichou had not gone so well. Mashiro himself had been badly injured from the Captain's first attack on him. His shinigami uniform was torn in a diagnal slice. His green scarf, which was always with him and around his neck, was not there anymore. Quickly remembering, the black wave had gone through his zanpakutou and completly distroyed the scarf. Anger was now with him again, but not for long. Before he could do anything he looked over at Hatusme who was now laying in a trans state by the pond where she had fallen in. Mashiro looked up at his Captain as the he spoke to Mashiro. " I was actually waiting to have you to myself, Taichou! I am not the best fighter in the 13th Squad, nor am I accounted as such among my peers. But I swear on my fallen kitsune friend that I will protect her body as long as I can stand and fight!" With that Mashiro continued his attack and met the Captains blade with small, but supprizing force. " Your... tch.. Move, Taichou." He said strugling again with the One Eyed Shinigami's strength.

(( I hope this is a little better than what my last post was ^^ I have been having Writers Block as well. sweatdrop ))

(( Ok here we go.. so to speak lol))

" T..Tai.. chou.." Mashiro was cought inside the Captain's attack. There was no way out, that he could see and he knew that it was his end. Closing his eyes Mashiro grew into a trans state of counchesness. Taking deep breaths Mashiro started to lose his grip on his zanpaku-tou. Mashiro opened his eyes long enough to see the green hilted blade twist and turn. It looked, to his eyes, that the blade started to grow in size as well as color. A fountain started to spray from the katana. The colors where eratic and random. However, three colors stayed constant: Green, Yellow/Gold, and Red. There was, in that moment, a calm rush of air around Mahsiro and everything went black, or so he thought.

You Really Let Yourself Fall Into This One, Mashiro. One vice said, in a harsh tone. Why On Earth You Have This Power, I Will Never Know

Now, Now Hitsy. There Is No Need For Your Name Calling. Mashiro Is Ment For This Power, Just As We Are To Assist Him. said another voice, however this one was calmer and more soothing. You Have Always Been Selfish And Inward. Why Not Change Just This Once For The Greater Good?

Mashiro opened his eyes as he lifted his head. He was in a dimly lighted room with nothing but a floor and suposed walls. The light did not reach thus far, so if there where walls he could tell not. There was a sharp pain at the back of Mashiro's head. He started to rub it as the two difigured voices continued to bicker. Mashiro could not tell the other part, other than the tone of their voices. It was apperant to him that they where neither male or female, yet they acted as if they where siblings.

Ah, Put A Sock In It, Shuuy. You Have Always Been the Goodie-Too-Shooes. For Once Wouldn't You Like To Just Think About Your Own Well Being Instead Of Worrying About If Others Are All Right. I Mean If I was Him I Would Have Never Affiliated Myself With Those Wannabes. the first voice grew angryer than before and the room shook a little as it raised its voice. Mashiro could not help but fall flat on his butt.

Excuse Me If I Want Some Actual Friends Instead Of Just Wasting My Time Talking To You. Now the second voice had a snoody attitude about it. It grew somewhat calm now and the voices seemed to pause as something else seemed to enter their arguing.

That Is Enough Out Of Both Of You. The third voice was distictive and controlling, yet sesitive and calm. The voice was clearly a male voice at by the sounds of it, the Boss. The light brightened a little so that Mashiro could look at the roof and floor, only. On both top and bottom there was a red carpet. This carpet was squar in shape with a circle in the middle, and a smaller square inside the circle. The shapes here green as if it was a boundry between two planes. Inside the smaller square there was kanji writting. Mashiro was not much of a writter, intestingly enough, but was profound in reading kidou symbols. There, plain as day, was the writting: "Imperial Seal". Before Mashiro could look for more clies to where he was at the third voice spoke. Well Don't Just Sit There, Mashiro. Stand And Fear Not, We Will Not Harm You. No Matter What You Have Heard Or Felt. The voice said, also commenting on the first voices harsh tone.

As Mashiro stood, he felt a great weight on him. "Wha... What is this?" he asked in awe of the thrid, male voice. " How did I get here? What happened to the Captain, and Hatsume? Where am I?!" his voice spoke of both fear and anger. As understanding as could be the third voice spoke in a gentle tone. [You Know Where You Are, But You Don't Know Who You Are If anyone could have seen Mashiro's face the could have died of laughter right then. " What do you mean? That makes no sense at all. And you didn't even answer my questions. Tell me where my Captain and Hatsume is before I-

Before You What? Kill Us? Or Have You Forgotten You Are No Longer Holding You Zanpaku-tou, Or Do You Mean To Shoot Down The Walls With You Kidou?. The third voice said, with suprizzing calmness. There Is No Need To Answer Your Questions, Because You Either Know Them Or You Are About To Find Out. Suddenly the voice was behind Mashiro. With one quick turn Mashiro found himself facing a middle-aged man who was richly dressed. His garments where of royal colors of Red and Gold. However the outline of his robes where Green. There the man stood with both hands conceeled in the long sleathes of his robes. There Is No Need For Further Questions, Mashiro. Just Listen To What I Have To Say And You Are Free To Go

The man waved his hand and instantly a small table rose from the floor. It was square in shape as the floor was and had the same symbols and shapes on it. However, as Mashiro stepped closer he saw two cups for drinking, a blank sheet of paper and a brush with ink next to it. Come Drink With Me, Mashiro. The man said as he sat on a matt that had also appeared with the table. Hesitantly Mashiro sat with the middle-aged man. A million questions ran through his head at that moment and could almost not help himself as he spoke. " Who are you? And why is it so important that I sit with you?"

(( Ok this is my first post for my shikai. I am too tired to go any further, and I thought this might be a good start. Night biggrin ))

Now, Now Don't Be Hasty, Mashiro. There Is A Time And Place For Everything the man said as he took a sip of his drink. Mashiro slowely approached the table that had magically appeared out of the floor. Mashiro, Your Mind Is Like You Water.... Close enough to see, Mashiro saw that the water had ripples in it as if there was a high wind right on top of it. There was faint signs of red in the cup that made him question the mans intentions. Nevertheless he sat as instructed and allowed the man to continue. When It Is Agitaited, Confused, And Paranoid It Becomes Fogy And Unclear. However, If You Allow It To Settle... the man said as he picked up the paint brush that was on the table and tapped the cup. Institantly, as if the winds had stopped, the water settled and was clear. Mashiro could now see that the red he had seen in the water was infact a faint reflection of the roof above him.

Yet he noticed something different about the roof as if it had changed "Over Night". The the middle of it, where the writting "Imperial Seal", the color had changed. Once a proud red, now a glowing green light. This made Mashiro wonder about the man. Mashiro then remembered that the two voices that he had heard earlyer had completly dissapeared. "Tell me, if I may ask, what happened to the other two voices? Who are they, and what do they do? I mean aside from arguing with each other. There was a silence at the table as the man took another sip of his drink. Then with a wave of his hand everything on the table had vanished before Mashiro. I Have To Admit, Mashiro, I Do Not Completly Know Myself. However, What I Do Know Is That They Are Apart Of You, And They Have Only Shown Up Resently. Before There Was Only I But Your Inner Strugle Has Summoned Them To Assist You. Even as Mashiro looked at the table, while the man spoke, the table seemed to twist and turn. Then there was two images. One of a white fish and the other of a black fish. They swam in a small dish, or as it looked like. Suddenly they grew closer and closer together and alltogether formed a new image. This image was that of the Chinese Zodiac if Yin and Yang. This made Mashiro puzzle and before he could speak he heard the man begin to explain.


Since You Have Joined The 13 Court Guard Squads You Have Been Aside Yourself On How You Should Act And How To Be Yourself. The Two Voices That You Have Heard Represent The Difference In You. One Is Your Selfishness That Wishes Only To Be At The Top And How To Get There No Matter What. The Other Is Your Kinder Side Which Wishes To Help And Protect All Around You. Between These Two There Is No Choice For You To Pick. They Are Both Apart Of You No Matter How Much You Hide One Or The Other. With that the man stood and made his way to the center of the room, in a slow pace. Mashiro looked at the man with a mixture of wonder, understanding, and confusion. He had only met this man a few moments ago and just in that amount of time he had told his story. With so many questions, as usual, Mashiro stood and followed the man. There Is No Need For You To Worry About Such Questions. the man said as if he could read his mind. Given everything he had just been through it was no doubt to Mashiro. I Will Always Be Here For You Mashiro, And So Too Will The Other Voices. Remember They Are Your Yin and Yang, Your Twi and La, Your Push And Pull.... As the man finnished the floor began to shake with a great deal of violence. This almost made Mashiro fall to his knees. I Do Not Have Much Time Left, Mashiro. So I Will Leave You With This: I Am Always With You. Just Call Upon Me And I will Come To Your Side. No More Will You Fight Without Certanty, And No More Will You Fight Alone..... Then it went black again.

Mashiro opened his eyes and he was still in the Captain's black wave. How long had he really been gone? A second? Ten Seconds? He would never know. It had seem a lifetime since he met the man, but Mashiro could not worry about such things. He had to get out of this black wave and do it quick. He tried using a Byakurai, but that did nothing. " My Yin and Yang... Twi and La... That man was trying to say something, but what? Wait, was that man my...." Thinking back the blonde shinigami remembered that those words where once red as ink, but they changed to green. Green was Mashiro's reishi color and that was when he made the final connection. " Jou-Shirû!"


The color fountain, which was still spewing from the katana, went into hyper mode as one color filled the inside of the black wave... Red, the same color as the mans robes had been. There was a blast of pure kidou all around Mashiro and it had torn through the Captain's attack. Ripples of the black wave remaind as Mashiro landed on the ground. Before speaking to his Captain, Mashiro looked at his blade in wonder. The original katana was no more, since a falchion had taken its place. There is 12 ribbons on the blade, 10 red and 1 yellow/gold and 1 green. The blade was both big, colorful, and wonderful to Mashiro's eyes. A serge of excitment had went threw him. He, a lowely, poverty ritten, pesent from the Rekongai had now achieved his shikai.

Mashiro, still standing before Mock-Taichou looking at his shikai, turned to Hatsume as she was giving him "Good Job" gesture. A great smile came over his face as he saw that she too achieved her Shikai. It also pleased him that she like his as well, or so it seemed. Looking at her from this angle, Hatsume, looked as if she had cought herself on fire and was ablivious to it. But Mashiro realized that it was her zanpaku-tou. " Hatsume, what a nice... um... shikai." He said trying to stay focused as he looked at the fire around Hatsume, constant and unchanging. Feeling a sign of releaf that she had not fallen in battle Mashiro bowed as a sign of respect to her and then he looked at the Captain. The Captain, who still stood infront of both he and Hatsume, did not move or make a sound. However, The One Eyed Captain was still smoking his favorite pipe. There had been a rumor that the Captain smoked, but Mashiro had never seen him do such before. Even in the heat of the battle Mashiro could not recall the Captain smoking. Then again he was busy saving his legments and stopping a few of the Captain's attacks. In any case still a newish member of the Squad, Mashiro indeed needed to learn more. Remembering what the man, A.K.A Jou-shirû, had told him about his inner conflict about dealing with his Twi and La he knew what he had to do. Slowely Mashiro made his way to the Captain's side. " Taichou, May I say something to you?" Mashiro's expression was straight forward and unmoving, hardly what you would see on someones face when they had just passed a milestone in his life. Yet he cared a great deal about this attitude and would soon change his expression. There, standing infront of the Captain, he waited for an answer before he continued. While waiting he resealed his zanpaku-tou and sleathed it in his scabard that he had picked up on the way to the Captain.

(( Oops, heh... I will edit the post when i get the chance))

Mashiro looked at the Captain, this time with more feeling in his eyes. The distant straight forward look was getting old, and fast. Mashiro gave a slight embarrased smile for being so formal with the Captain, seeing how the Captain doesn't like such formalities. Before Mashiro got into too deep of thought he snaped back into reality and instantly remembered the fight between the Espada and the One Eyed Shinigami, and how he had interviened without authorization. Now he was faced with two decisions. To either ask the Captain forgivness for breaking his order, Or to sat what he has been wanting to say. " Taichou, I do want to learn everything about my new powers. When I was back in the Academy I learned about almost every former Captain in the Seireitei, and they are no where near your kindness. Because when I joined this Squad I was expecting an iron hammer ontop of my head. Yet, against my expectations you where kind to me and Now you have helped me achieved something that so little Shinigami can accomplish. I guess what I am trying to say is that: No one has ever helped me more than you have, Tauchou. So, can you teach me all the things that you have learned, by becoming my Sensei?" Mashiro's heart was pounding heavily as he awaited the Captain's answer.


(( Sorry short post, not much more to say I guess biggrin ))