Welcome to Gaia! ::

(I'm going to assume that Yuki magically knows where to find his apartment!)

Yuki wasn't about to say no to someplace that might offer more entertainment than this empty room. Even better that it was a place that would allow her to drop off the gigai and walk around in soul form. She'd have to be careful, since she naturally let off enough Riatsu to attract hollows of all sizes for miles around in her soul form, but it would be a good workout, and a nice way to pass the time if she really wanted. She took the keys from her lover with much gratitude in her eyes and just as much love given back. She wasn't looking directly at her elderly form, and didn't even think about how odd it must look to someone who didn't know better. She covered his hand with hers and held him there for a moment longer, wishing to prolong the contact for as long as possible. She even pulled him down a little to give him another kiss.

"It's a date then. Your place at 7."

She didn't even glance back at the tea, as she nearly pranced out of the room. She felt like she was walking on clouds. Everything was so joyous and light, and beautiful again. She had been spending her whole time on earth looking for Nagi, and while she did take time to stop and smell the roses, appreciate life for what it was... It was nothing compared to this. She was alive again, like she hadn't been for years. Even the smell of the teashop, in all it's different aromas was new and exciting. She all but danced all the way up to Nagi's apartment, totally ignoring the odd stares she got from people in the teashop.

She opened the door quickly, and all but dumped the old lady body in the center of the floor, just barely managing to shut the door as her last act of corporial-ness. Being in his room was wondrous. While she hadn't been able to feel his riatsu until he stepped out of his body downstairs, in this room she could feel it radiating from every corner. He must have been there for quite some time for even the most tiny amount of energy that he rarely emitted to be ingrained into the whole place like this. And while she had planned on going out on the small town, just to kill time until her date, she found that she didn't really want to leave this room. The whole place seemed to embrace her, hold her tight like a lover.

It took her only a few moments to find the discarded book by the bedside, and decide to pick it up, even if it meant having to inhabit her gigai. This place just felt like home.

(Cue time skip!)

( Pishaw. No one I know would have said anything about it. It's a good post. )

Yuki had spent more or less the whole day reading the book Nagi had left by the bedside. When she saw it, laying face down so she could read the backside, she was curious. She hadn't seen Nagi in years, but he still hadn't changed, always having his nose in a book, smiling nervous and clumsy as always. In this room, with his Riatsu, the cool sent of tea that was always upon him, and a good book it was like he was in the room reading with her. It was a terribly pleasant way to spend the afternoon after so many afternoons spent alone.

But even with something to do, the hours seemed to crawl by. She found herself looking up at the clock, or watching the sun fall after every page or two. And the closer that Seven O' Clock seemed to get, the longer the minutes seemed to drag on. She was almost like a teenage girl in love, with the way she sighed lovingly and looked dreamily at the book, or occasionally rolled over to stare at the ceiling, dreaming of her love between chapters. She had hardly gotten through the first handful of chapters when the clock struck six. and from then on the battle to get any further in the book was long lost. She ditched the Gigai entirely now, unable to focus at all on the book, and took up pacing the room, eagerly checking the clock every few agonizingly slow seconds.

Eventually she couldn't take it any longer, she needed to calm herself, or the frustration and anticipation were going to kill her. Or at the vary least make her jump Nagi the second he walked in the door, and that couldn't end well at all. So she found a little space in the middle of the floor, thankfully Nagi was much better about cleaning the place than Yuki ever was to her own home, and started to do some basic stretching to pass the time. As she went along she found it increasingly difficult to stretch in her street cloths. She had long ago ditched her shinigami uniform, as she was no longer a soul reaper, in favor of more normal every day attire, and now her jeans where doing everything in their power to stop her from relaxing. So she did what any sensible person in a private room with no one watching would do, and removed them.

With that problem out of the way, she started the routine from the top again. The penguins on her underpants made excellent mascots for the whole session, making her smile each time she noticed them again. Now that she had something to do, and something to truly focus on, time flew by at an astounding pace. Each breath in, was a minute, each new position five minutes. It was incredibly relaxing, and Yuki started to wonder why she didn't do this in the first place, when she heard the knob on the door click.
Nagi was home.

She was just finishing up and was doing the splits just to see how far improved she had gotten since the beginning of her session. Leaning to her right side, her head snapped up and she returned to the neutral position just as Nagi walked through the door. A wide smile spread across her face when she saw him, and she brought her legs together so she could stand up. Her back had a slight crick in it, so she bent backwards to crack her back before standing up and almost prancing over to her love in excitement. Flinging herself at him, she forgot everything around her as she welcomed him with a shower of kisses.

"Welcome home."

It seemed to Yuki that she all but fell upon Nagi as he walked through the door, nose bleeding and red as a firetruck already. The two fell to the floor in a glorious heap of joy and bloody nose. Nagi's usually cold skin felt warm to the touch as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly for several seconds. Her only response to his thanks was to kiss him again, this time with more passion, and fire behind it.

Eventually she helped him up, and eventually the two went inside where they would be able to catch up in private.

(PG-13 blackout! biggrin )

((I hope you don't mind if I have Nagi wake up first Red ^^'))

Upon rolling over, Nagi raised his arm above his head to shield his eyes from the beam of morning light stretched over the room and across his face. Drenched in sweat, he felt warm but it wasn’t the usual heat he was uncomfortable with. He attempted to figure out why he hadn't shut the curtains the night before like he'd always done and rolled back over to face the answer. Lying there beside him, her tiny frame barely visible under the thick white comforter, was Yuki, who was fast asleep. Pale yet glowing skin, red hair in disarray against the pillow, slightly dry lips… this was natural beauty at its finest.

For a moment, Nagi lay there, staring in awe at how adorable she was when she slept. He wanted nothing in the world to disturb this moment. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he began to feel slightly uncomfortable from the way he was laying. Very carefully, he sat himself up as to not awaken his companion. The comforter slid off his chest to reveal the stump of an arm on is right shoulder. Now it was no wonder to him why he felt so odd while lying on his side. He was back in his spirit form.

Glancing around the apartment, he saw his discarded gigai sitting next to Yuki's old lady one like a pair of oddly matched dolls. He hesitated about diving back into it for a moment or two before he just said "screw it" and found his shihaksho instead. The shinigami clothing wasn't too far away from the futon. In spite of having only one arm, it didn't take Nagi long at all to put on the undershirt and hakumas and somehow managed to do it quietly. Although the knot on the hakuma ties were kinda off, they stayed around his hips nonetheless. This was already going to be a good day- no klutz attacks yet.

Glancing at the clock, he was relieved that he had a couple hours to spare before his shift started downstairs. On a normal day, he would have set an alarm. He felt lucky to have woken up on his own- considering his track record of sleeping in. Deciding to let Yuki sleep for a while longer, he took the liberty in stepping outside the patio doors and onto the balcony where he leaned against the railing for a while. Normally he’d light a cigarette with a cup of tea in hand, but as fate would have it, a spirit was unable to do such a thing. Perhaps his idea would be made possible, now that he had the ability to go back. His idea was nothing but genius in his head.

Tea shop for the spirits- he’d bring back some goods from Soul Society and use them to accommodate the spirits that dwell on this plain. That way, he would be involved with both worlds in a good way without having to fight.

With that last thought, he lost himself into the horizon. He still needed to find a way to become strong again in those times of need. Now that his location had been revealed, he had to find a way to protect himself and Yuki from the possible danger that lay ahead. Las Noches may have fallen, but that didn’t mean hollows and rogue shinigami didn’t exist. They’d exploit him and his shop the first chance they got. Yuki was powerful enough on her own, but it wasn’t in Nagi’s nature to make her stay twenty-four-seven to watch over him.

Not too far away Buru had been sleeping in a cramped ally, hidden from both Shinigami and Hollow alike. His own spiritual pressure became so sporadic that at times it would completely fade away leaving him utterly powerless, to times when he could almost feel as though his rietsu began to rip his flesh off of his bones. For now however all was calm, the plates of spiritual armor would absorb a certain amount of energy and in the least keep him from literally exploding. A few lights here and there glowed dimly as his spiritual force bled out from his soul just barely now. After years of running, and endless fighting to the death Buru Riki was more than ready to call it quits. His empty and cursed dual souls became so incredibly daunting on top of the fact that his increasing power now became nothing short of a ticking bomb. Eventually he knew that he would not be able to contain his spirit and would implode taking out thousands of individuals with him. After this end he would with no doubt completely be destroyed. The last thing he needed to turn into was a mindless overpowered hollow.

Now more than ever Buru Riki began to see things the way they were, himself more-so than anything else. One word could sum up his entire existence... regret. Rage was his tool of power, and his tool of destruction, it dictated everything that he was. He had taken everything for granted and now there was nothing to claim as his own except for his broken zanpacto. For the past couple days Buru scoured this part of the planet for a few different individuals. Any one of them fit for his purification and he'd take any sort of cleansing he could get...

Let hell or soul society take him.

For the past few years he had lost the ability to think clearly, and he'd long since then been unable to speak or utter any sort of coherent sentence. When he parted his lips to speak the rage within would almost completely take over and he'd go into a wild frenzy simply roaring in rage, and loose himself to the anger that he was constantly cursed with. For a single clear moment Buru could think clearly, his spiritual pressure was vacant temporarily and he was able to speak, on top of this he was able to use a few abilities he had gained while being a shinigami, one of which allowed him to feel any nearby shinigami. Desperately he sent out a wave of dense spiritual pressure feeling for anything he might recognize. Within his faceless helmet his eyes widened as two familiar creatures were felt. Memories long forgotten resurfaced in a matter of seconds.

A deep rumbling growl echoed from the ally, "Nagi... Yuki..."

Turning in their direction he vanished from sight appearing in the air for only a half second before vanishing again and standing on air over their building, the teahouse sat so innocently...

Standing in the sunlight the two could only see the outline of his hulking form, unmistakably his long hair which flowed like flame gave away who he was. Perhaps time had erased him from their minds, however he could remember them as clear as yesterday. Standing he could feel his spiritual pressure rising again, another fit of rage starting to set in he had little time to explain himself.

The struggle in which it took to keep himself sane was impossible to explain, it was a challenge unlike any other, so with every amount of energy and resistance he could muster his deep animalistic voice growled at both Nagi and Yuki, "Please..." he lurched forward screaming in agony as a surge of spiritual pressure pulsed out like a crushing wave. Noticeably anything not solid began to give under his sheer presence. Then as quickly as it had come the wave vanished, and Buru still remained clutching his sides and heaving painfully, "You have to purify mm- - -..." again he screamed even louder and the crushing weight at least tripled, glass in nearby buildings shattered and left a few vehicles screaming their alarms.

The wave vanished yet again and Buru was now on all fours while standing on air heaving desperately. The signature dual voice echoed now as Hogosha desperately began to ebb at Buru's spirit.

Yuki felt Nagi freeze in place just as she too felt the all too familiar presence of an old, old "Friend". Although she could only use the term in it's loosest form, as she only really knew the owner of the spiritual pressure from her lover... And from being kidnapped by his brother... twin... Posesser. All she knew was that he was in desperate need of some a** whupping revenge; And she was more than happy to be the one to give it to him. Her eyes glossed over in rage as she pulled all of her spiritual inwards, dropping the temperature of the surrounding area by several degrees, and making her skin almost unbearably hot to the touch.

It was then that the large man appeared floating in the sky, and made his plea. Her eyes narrowed so she could see his silhouette against the harsh rays of the sun. By this time she was standing upright and was staring the big man, having let Nagi go so he could stare dumbfounded at the object of her rage, or frozen in fear. With her love paralyzed, she was the only one left to act against this clearly rising foe. And Yuki was not one to hesitate. As Buru stuttered through his plea for help she shunpoed up to him and grasped him by the hair. The massive man lurched forward and afforded Yuki a better grip on the crown of his head. She looked down at him, cold fury in her eyes, and placed her hand across his mouth and chin to silence him. The obvious intent was to break his neck, for a quick clean kill.

"With pleasure."

((OOC: I would like to complete this RP.))