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I can't do this, Kurai realized in desperation, unable to arrest the scream tearing from her lips. She felt like she was suffocating. I can't. I--

She blinked. In the space of time during which her eyes were closed, she was back in the dark corner of her mind where Datenshi slept. Though it would seem only a second in reality, that moment stretched into several minutes.

Datenshi is awake, face distorted with a fury Kurai knows isn't directed at her. Kurai is somehow relieved to find her frightening feral entity awake, but she is also ashamed. She stumbles to her knees in front of Datenshi.

I can't do it. I can't do this. She repeats, doubling over in a mixture of loathing and sadness. Please. She never pleads, never begs for anything. I can't breathe.

Datenshi is kneeling next to her, face softer. She tilts Kurai's face towards her with a soft hand. Then sleep. She kisses Kurai's right cheekbone, and the stylized poppy tattoo dematerializes from Datenshi's face, appearing on Kurai's.

The effect is almost immediate. Kurai sags in Datenshi's arms, and the feral entity lowers her gently to the ground. We can be strong. I'll show them what it means to trifle with us.

Kurai feels like she's drowing in poppies.

They can never break us.

Kurai's screams choaked off abruptly, just as the arrancar began to speak with her, asking her not to cry. Head still bowed, it was Datenshi who responded.

"Who says I'm crying?" Her voice was rougher that Kurai's. Angrier. She raised her head, and a small tattoo of a stylized poppy now marked on cheekbone.

It was at this point that the arrancar who'd administered the drug spoke to another, and Datenshi was overwhelmed with a sense of euphoria. Her muscles were relaxing of their own accord. Not bloody likely. Uninhibited by the same sense of panic that often flooded Kurai's senses when she was caged, Datenshi's were perfectly sharp. Caging her only made her angry, and her anger fueled her ability to fight the drug.

She rose, growling at the kinks her and Kurai's body had developed form scrunching itself into a little ball of fear for so long. She stretched languidly before turning her sightless-- but no less furious-- gaze on the arrancar outside her cage. The irritating euphoria was replaced with a pounding shot of adrenaline. Datenshi grinned, flashing white canines.

She laughed, "Ah, but that's some drug," She crouched, tensing every muscle in her body. A feral snarl ripped from her chest, and she launched herself at the bars of her cage, battering at them with frightening strength and no regard for injury sustained. Her efforts cracked the ice around her cell, and her collisions with the door resounded through the complex.

"This is apperantly, something caused by deep-rooted psychological damage that can be brought to surface by, certain means." Hawk looked to Lemo.
He smiled, knowing Lemo hated to be apart of anything Hawk did, even since they were both fraccions under Maniak. Naturally Lemo was irked that he manipulated his ice-cages in that manner, but it made no difference. The drug was succesful, and now with the way Kurai reacted Hawk was sure that her new status would make the drug less-effective and now it must seem like children's tylenol to the superior 'Datenshi'.
Hawk walked next to Lemo, and leaned in, looking closely at her, and said; "Please, confirm your status now, specimine..."

"Hhhmmm, she thinks highly of herself now, I like it." Lemo went to put the key into the hole, and stopped short... "But tell me, what do you plan to do?"
Lemo stayed there, about half-a-foot from the cage-door. He stopped, and refrained from putting the key into the hole. He wanted to tease the girl, to see what she would do. If she acted interestingly, maybe Lemo would akcnowledge her request, even though nobody else in the room would agree with it.
"My name is Lemo, girl... (Lay-Mow) L-E-M-O to you, now would you like to speak properly, or waste time spitting and hissing like a brat animel, eh?"

Smiling a bit as the young man watched the scene unfold he stood up from the chair in which he sat and slowly walked into the direction of the cage where the female shinigami Kuriame sat in and began to speak while walking."You shinigami's talk a lot of smack these days."The young man said as he halted behind lemo staring into the cage with half closed eye's which seemed frozen since the young man was blind like the female shinigami in the cage.But just like her he could see the reiatsu of other entities around him.

Closing his eye's and chuckling a bit he softly pushed his fellow espada member Lemo to the side and unlocked the door opening it and walking into the prison cell and then closing the door behind him.As he set foot in the prison cell his reiatsu was slowly being absorbed into the cell walls since the cell was designed to cancel out forms of reiatsu."Why do all shinigami share their body's with other entities these days,is it some kind of trend?"The young man asked the shinigami with a faint smile on his face.The cell was still absorbing the young mans reiatsu,it even seemed as if the young mans reiatsu source was to enormous for the cell to absorb all of it."I shall have to put an example I guess."

The gravity in the entire Prison facility seemed to increase tenfold which would make it hard to breath even for the higher seat shinigamii and drop them to their knee's.With that done the young man's indigo colored eye's began to glow brightly revealing the number 1# floating in his eye."All of you should learn from this experience."The ground in the cell he stood began to dent in as the pressure increased.His reiatsu seemed to wash of the entire place feeding of the reiatsu of others."So from now on know your place,and nobody will get hurt,for now."He then turned around releasing the pressure in the area once more and stood still in front of the closed prison door."Oh one more thing."Stretching his arm with an open palm into the female shinigami's direction energy began to gather inches away from the surface of his palm glowing a bright indigo colour."Soul distortion."He shot out an invisible shock wave through the cell which would smash the female shinigami into the wall,and completely restrict her from using any reiatsu based ability like sensing it or even using any reiatsu of her counterpart.

Now dropping his arm to his side again he opened the door again and stepped outside leaving the door wide open and turned around looking inside and waiting for an reaction.

The entrance of Troix, the first Espada, had no effect on Kevin, he felt no fear towards him, but Troix didn't seem too interested in Kevin to even say hi, so Kevin would repay the favor by leaving him alone, the statistics on the prisoner with the drug shot up on the monitor, he quickly recorded it for reference later.

A spike of reiatsu was notice by all in the room, made by none other than Troix, most hight seated shinigami would be on their knees, but as for Kevin, he felt no effects, he knew he was on par, if not better, than with , but it was odd, his reiatsu seemed to be feeding off of whatever Kevin was giving off, and everyone elses, that was an unusual ability, but it seemed to be quite effective.

"I say, was the reiatsu really necessary First Espada?" Kevin asked in a bored tone to Troix while still using Lemo's computers, not even expecting an answer from Troix, but if he did answer, it would show that Troix had so me interest in Kevin. Kevin searched some of the hollow data banks.

When Razil had asked her why she hated him, Hikari had merely grinned.
"Because," she hissed. "You were quite rude to me."
She ignored the comments of others, prefering to turn and glare at Razil. But then there was that horrible breaking of the main door and she could not keep it out. She turned to see who else was there and her heart stopped.
Hawk.
The same arrancar who had held her prisoner on a hospital bed while her body bled out. The same arrancar who had threatened her with a cero to her skull. On a whim.
Her heart tore in two-between blinding rage and crippling fear. He would be her one true enemy. Everyone had an ultimate rival and he would be hers. She knew she could not rest until he was dead. And she knew that if not for those two mistery shinigami and Slash, she would be dead.
On a whim, seethed the Prescence.
"On a whim!" she breathed, the power struggle between her anger and fear obvious in that statement.
She watched the efforts of Kurai and then Datenshi blindly; not caring. Her soul was locked in it's own battle. Rage was winning and she was glad. Rage was a better alternative to fear.
She strode to the bars of her cage, her eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched as she glared at Hawk.