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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:17 am
Life isn't about the number
of breaths...
Her heart forevermore ashes...
The Cero Fantasma
Rukia Kuchiki
Traitor to the Kuchiki Clan
The Cero Fantasma sat on top of the highest roof of the Kuchiki Manor with her legs crossed powwow style, watching as everyone but that man called Byakuya ran off to fight the other Fantasmas... While she sat there, her mouth had been wrapped around with a roll of crimson red bandages, one of her eyes being shrouded by a decorative, ripped mask. And her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun. Anyone who spotted her would only be able to recognize one eye.
After she had lost her life as a shinigami, Rukia lost all traces of her previous reiatsu, which used to give off a fairly icy aura to the surroundings. Now it was nothing more than a faint black shadow.
She would wait patiently until her former brother felt the extreme spiritual pressure raining down on his househhold, ot at all minding to eye the fake corpse that laid on the porch... They are all so ignorant, she thought, her dragon-like eyes observing that pale skin and jet black hair. They should have been able to recognize that what lies there is merely my Gigai filled with all my previous reiatsu. Honestly... Although... Her mind wandered across the semi-painful memories of her supposed progeny, the reason she had abandoned her friends and family. But not just because of that... Ichimaru would have recognized what I was doing right away if he was here. But now that he is dead and gone...nothing will stop me from reaching my goals.
...Her soul thirsty for revenge
...but the number of moments you have left
before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 1:01 pm
"Regardless of who or what they are..."
Head of the Kuchiki Noble Family, Captain of Squad 6
"~What are you doing here?..." A voice came from behind the Cero Fantasma. Byakuya had not nearly been foolish enough to even consider that the gigai that had been left behind was the actual body. He knew his sister too well despite the fact he never openly showed his affection to her. His calm, jet-black hair swayed softly with the breeze, and his haori danced delicately with the wind. He had spent the past few days alone, isolated, grieving, though he did not indicate that to anyone else. He had his hands to either side of him... For a moment he could be mistaken for a clothed statue... beautiful, majestic, handsome, and built with pride. When he saw the Fantasma, without the slightest hesitation or a moment to consider, he knew... It was his sister. His cold, gray eyes straightened as his glare hardened.
"You are not supposed to be here... let alone alive. Whatever you have done to the soul of my sister... a Kuchiki... you will submit and allow her to return..." He spoke as if directed to the Hollow within Rukia Kuchiki...
I had the knowledge that she would be here... Her soul was wandering... eventually it would have returned home... One way or another, she would have come back, however I disagree with this hollow that accompanies her...
"... Anyone who disturbs Soul Society will be cut down."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 2:44 pm
Life isn't about the number
of breaths...
Her heart forevermore ashes...
The Cero Fantasma
Rukia Kuchiki
Half-dead Traitor
Rukia remained emotionless, perfectly still the entire time he spoke. ...He is just as ignorant as ever, she sighed mentally, slowly turning around to eye him heartlessly. There was a new gleam in her eyes, one that said Byakuya had been lied to, betrayed, broken... She put a hand to her mouth, yanking away the crimson bandages, then proceeding to pull away the mask that concealed part of her identity... Ever since Rukia had died, her eyes became a lighter violet, her skin pale, nearly white, hair several shades lighter, with the slightest tints of white... The robes she wore here slightly tattered, resembling that of the form she had become when possessed by Homura and Shizuku so long ago... She did not wish to remember them anymore, nor the pain they caused her.
At the mention of "the soul of his sister," the Fantasma shook her head and lightly gripped her staff in hand. "...I have no brother," she merely stated, emotionless, a dark, icy edge to her flat, monotonous tone, "nor do I desire one. I no longer wish to be related to the likes of any Kuchiki. And as such, there is no Hollow that 'dwells inside of me'...
"I was left for dead. Hollow Ichigo-dono found me and offered help. I accepted, barely alive anymore. And as a result..." Her dragon-like eyes gazed up to the half-spiral staff she wielded, bringing the sharp red edge down to her side. "...I have chosen to become this. A Hellfire is merely a soul that is saved from dying. Or the more common case, being sent to Hell. Now..." She suddenly disappeared from his sight with the use of an incredibly fast Sonido, reappearing on another rooftop close by, holding her staff out in an offense intention.
"...Noche de Tormenta." With that, the red blade began to illuminate in a deep black color, suddenly going wild with Rukia's reiatsu. In the blink of an eye, an enormous blizzard of black snow, maybe blades in the form of ice, came flying out and aimed straight for her former brother...
"Anybody who gets in the way of my plans," she darkly warned, "will be cut down and slaughtered by the Cero Fantasma..." Her eyes were cold, cruel, emotionless, showed there was no life in her eyes whatsoever. It wasn't a Hollow that possessed her... It was the real Rukia Kuchiki. She was in full control of herself. "I just have to find the girl...and I will be on my way."
...Her soul thirsty for revenge
...but the number of moments you have left
before your breath is taken away.
((Hey Raine, how do you make that fancy text you use for your characters' names??? I wanna do something like that. biggrin ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:27 pm
"Regardless of who or what they are..."
Head of the Kuchiki Noble Family, Captain of Squad 6
"Very well. If you do not beleive me to be your brother, let alone a Kuchiki, I shall not argue with you." Byakuya said as he drew his blade from the scabbard... the majestic blade of Senbonzakura... "... However if you dare to threaten the peace and quiet that I have worked to maintain within the Soul Society... then I will not hesistate to eliminate you."
He held his blade straight forward, vertically, facing Rukia with a cold and stern glare on his face. He would not so much as even twitch in a situation as gripping as this... With only a split second to spare, he held up his hand...
" Bakudō number 81.... Danku."
A transluscent wall of energy rose from the floor as Byakuya wiped his hand to the side. He had deflected Rukia's attack without even breaking a sweat. Truly he would be a formidable foe for the Cero Fantasma... His blade still gripped tightly in his right hand, he held out his left hand... pointing it to the Cero Fantasma. He muttered a quick series of words under his breath as his palm began to glow a light blue...
" Hadō number 33.... Sōkatsui!"
In another second, a large wave of pale blue flames rushed towards the Cero Fantasma, burning his own roof and spreading as if it were an eagle itself. The column of flame was encircled with lightning itself.... Byakuya's robes fluttered wildly in the wind that resulted from the attack... Even as the attack died down, he remained calm and motionless, however he would not let his guard down...
"... Anyone who disturbs Soul Society will be cut down."
((Im not sure if you have this program or not, but I know you have a Mac and mine came with a program known as "Comic Life". From there I make these wacky and nice fonts for name tags n' stuff and then I use this special capturing program to get the exact measurments and sizes correct before posting them. If you'd like I can simply just make one for you, they take like not even 10 seconds to do XD ((depending on how complex you make the request)) but yeah XD)
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:41 pm
((Eh, just something that says like "Rukia Kuchiki, Cero Fantasma" biggrin ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:51 pm
Life isn't about the number
of breaths...
Her heart forevermore ashes...
The Cero Fantasma
Rukia Kuchiki
Half-dead Traitor
Rukia calmly watched as the attack was deflected by the man she didn't want to be related to. And as he fired the next two attacks, she mentally yawned, stepping smoothly out of the way with a Sonido. She was standing behind him moments later with her staff's blade to his jugular. "I have no current interest in sparring with you," she simply stated, "pathetic heap of trash existence. There is only one reason why I came here..."
A sudden flash of memories played in her head like a movie, starting with December 8th when the little girl was first born human... She shuddered for a moment at the thought of her very curse. "...Where is Hisana? She is the reason I-" There was a sudden increase in spiritual pressure far off in the distance. She knew whose it was all too much... "That's her..." she mumbled, starting to walk off in the direction of her daughter...
But she abruptly snapped her head back to the Squad 6 Captain, the scleras now black and her eyes a bright shade of white. "She will surely discover her own noble truth if... Never mind." With that, the Cero Fantasma vanished in a whirl of black snow.
...Her soul thirsty for revenge
...but the number of moments you have left
before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:59 pm
"Regardless of who or what they are..."
Head of the Kuchiki Noble Family, Captain of Squad 6
((Actually he only sent 1 attack which was Sokatsui, the other was simply a deflection spell XD))
Byakuya sheathed his zanpakuto, his eyes still cold and emotionless as his hair danced calmly in the wind... "She has changed considerably. By no doubt is there a hollow merged with her soul." For once his face seemed to shift into a lapse of concern. Under seconds, he shunpoed away to attempt to preserve the peace of the Soul Society...
"... Anyone who disturbs Soul Society will be cut down."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 12:48 pm
 Lieutenant of the First Division Returning to SanctuaryA Shinigami Cleansed of Sin  The moment we join hands,
The time we speak as one...
The quiet footsteps of a pair of white whicker sandals gradually echoed along the stone path of the Seireitei streets and alleys, strolling from one location to another. Wearing the whitened sandals was a woman. Medium-length cropped hair with a stray bang over her face. Her beautiful violet eyes pierced through the night like the glow of her purified zanpakuto strapped into the ivory scabbard hanging from her white waist cloth, binding her shihakusho to her slim figure. Atop the blackened robes, a crisp white robe swayed ever so lightly with each step she took. Without the little black marks etching the bottom, this haori was all she needed to prove she wasn't fighting for her own pride...but for the dignity of a whole world. Everyone would recognize who she was right away...
Rukia finally came to a stop, outside the most familiar building, the one which held the most memories, in the unusually large facility of the Gotei 13...as she thought. With a quiet step up, without even steps after that one, she lightly pressed her fingers against the door, creaking it open with just the slightest nudge. Her head poked in, glancing around at the gracefully decorated foyer. She sighed with a small frown... Her home had never changed... "Hello?" she called out with an echo following her voice...
The entire manor of the highest Noble clan in the Soul Society seemed unusually silent. No sounds stirred in the still air, besides the clattering of tea cups and the pouring of tea back in the kitchen. It appeared as if everything was how she remembered it... Rukia took no other action besides the shunpo'ing of her nimble feet into the living room, seating herself on one end of the much-too-expensive couch at the center, resting its legs upon an ornate rug, probably worth more than the Squad Nine Barracks. A servant came strolling in just moments after she sat down, hands rested on her lap, eyes closed, as she listened to the tea set make small clinks as they rested upon the wooden coffee table in front of her. She reached out, nimble white fingers taking a cup as she held it up to her lips, parting just to take a small sip...
The silence was broken by what sounded like the ringing of chimes and bells. Rukia's eyes opened blankly, as she set the cup down, reaching into the folds of her shihakusho, pulling out a cellular phone while she glanced at the lit up screen, letting the ringtone play on for a few moments... "Inoue..." she whispered, opening the phone and pressing it to her ear in a heartbeat. "This is Rukia speaki-" "Kuchiki-saaaaan!!!!" Rukia's eyes flew open all the way, the same time that she hopped up, standing on her own two feet as she rushed out of the room, hurrying down the hallways to the one place where they kept their precious senkaimon. "Inoue?" she spoke up. "Stay calm and just listen to me. Tell me what's wro-" "SOMEBODY'S IN THE HOUSE!!!" Her pace only picked up with speed, accelerating her shunpo as she swung open the doors to the senkaimon... "Inoue, stay there, and find a place to hide. I'll be over as soon as I can." The phone still remained open, balancing on her shoulder, as Rukia hurried to crack the combination on the two double doors that sealed their senkaimon off from the other shinigami outside the Kuchiki Clan. "I swear, whose idea was it to put a triple-bolted lock on the do-" The speaker upon the top of the phone nearly cracked with what sounded like a gunshot...
The phone dropped to the floor when the line went dead...
Rukia stood frozen in fear and utter silence...
...Inoue had been shot.
Without another word, Rukia picked the phone back up hurriedly, exiting the previous panicked call and dialing a new number. She pressed it to her ear once more as the phone rang once...twice...three times... And then the authorities in Karakura picked up. "Yes, hello? I'm requesting back up. There was a shooting at the following address..." The call seemed to go on for hours as Rukia slowly made her way back to the living room, listening to the sirens wail on the other end, the rushing of the paramedics to the helpless victim... Rukia wouldn't put the phone down for her best friend.
Finally, it sounded twenty minutes after the gunshot like Orihime was being rushed to the hospital. All she knew was that her friend was still breathing. "Thank you again," she spoke flatly, before hanging up with one beat of her pulse. Everything seemed to spin around her, just knowing that the one friend she knew in the World of the Living was in trouble... She seemed to doze off on the couch after drinking a hot cup of tea, dreaming about the possibilities of Inoue coming to the Soul Society...
...Let the world sing altogether.
"Hallelujah~. We'll make it last forever." 
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:20 am
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