Welcome to Gaia! ::

The double sliding door shut with a dull click. Out fluttered a Hell Butterfly where Kara simply watched it disappear around a corner. Looking around he remembered these streets during his first mission within the academy. Simply enough there where two extremely large hollows that needed to be terminated… The mission went perfectly.

Now he was on a temporary leave, he was given permission to guard Earth against any new hollow threats. It was an easy job, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous. Something seemed off, or maybe it was just him.

The doors behind him disappeared and his vision brightened as he was now fully synchronized within Earth. A leather shoulder bag was thrown lazily over his right shoulder. Giving it a tug he moved to a nearby ally, stopping at the entrance he looked in, his eyes slightly frowned as he scanned the area, not seeing anything of much interest he entered and moved behind a dumpster where he slid out his neatly folded Gigai. Clearing his throat he began unfolding it, every so often stopping to watch the traffic move by. There was a four way only a block away from the ally where people waited to cross the street and where cars stopped for the red lights. It was a common day in Japan.

It only took him a matter of minutes before he completely unfolded his Gigia and already he could feel it trying to fit his soul into it’s inner chamber. With a grunt he stood, lifted the suit over his head and within seconds he seemingly popped into view. The mortals could see him now and it’d help mask his spiritual energy. Though he didn’t care if those spiritually inept could sense him he cared little to mask his presence. Though, Kara Iji wasn’t a power house and wasn’t full of raw power, he was unseated, and he didn’t know his Zanpactou’s name. It was just a simple Soul Cutter.

Picking up his empty leather bag he walked out from the ally, watching either side for pedestrian traffic. Stepping back a small group of people seemingly pushed passed him. Clearing his throat to reveal his irritation he moved in the opposite direction…

TWO HOURS LATER:

He had watched every corner, every shadow, and every spiritually inept individual. He could sense who had more spiritual pressure than others but he let on very little that he was so sensitive. At times an excited captain nearly brought the air right out of his lungs. ’For every strength there are two weaknesses.’ or at least that was what his instructors told him. So far it appeared to be true, because he was so sensitive to the spiritual pressures he could be easily be temporarily stunned by a sharp increase in spiritual pressure, and if another individual stronger than him spike their spiritual pressure and held it, his sense of hearing, and vision would be weakened. Though he was trained to tune out the spiritual interferences of others he couldn’t help but notice every single detail in a person’s soul.

He had carried himself to a local coffee shop where he ordered, after being teased, a French Vanilla Latté. To him it tasted better than any drink he had ever put into his mouth, but unbeknownst to him, the girls and… feminine men within the shop claimed it was a drink for females. Now he sat outside of the shop watching people pass while he let his mind race with thoughts of life, love and the pursuit of happiness…

’Now, there was a spike in the crowd…’ his eyes focused on the crowd looking for the source, ’this one is different than any I’ve felt in the past…’

He had heard the screams of anger then change to terror, standing quickly he carried his drink to the entrance of the shop, and suddenly his own gaze was a look of terror, as people pushed past him he felt that he should have done something instead of just watch as this inhuman being completely destroyed her attackers, they deserved to die, in the way of Bushido Kara wasn’t allowed to join Feiys fight, he could only watch but as soon as she began to crush the girl past the door he stepped back and watched with a lethal glare, Feiy had the chance to only brake one finger before Kara braved up and stepped up to the extremely dangerous woman, his voice was cold, stern but young. He only appeared to be sixteen years old, too young to even think about fighting someone who had just done this, it was obvious just from his stance that he was no ordinary human, ”END IT!” His threw his drink to the side and splashed against the concrete, in the distance the sound of the city police could be heard approaching extremely quickly. It would get messy quick and Kara had two options: attempt to persuade this woman to end her kill now and to bugger off before the cops came, or to simply haul a** and pretend he didn’t see anything. The last option was easy enough and would probably be better, but this person could be a valuable ally and even though she was immorally incorrect…

Kara Iji was ready to fight if he needed to and bend his knees and lift his hands just at his sides, his fists un-balled and readied to parry any attack that this stranger might act against him. From what he seen this stranger was extremely hostile, and spontaneous, her attacks where at first to kill her opponents but now she drew out the fight knowing that she was defenseless, she enjoyed the act of torture and in this case it was senseless her pride was sated back within the coffee shop when she had simply disposed of the worthless punks, even Kara couldn’t feel sorry for them. never get into a fight you aren’t willing to die for… in every fight there is that chance where your life might be put to an end. he spiked his spiritual pressure as much as he could just before there was a loud echoing voice heard over the streets, the police came to quick, Kara didn’t even have time to warn Feiy if she didn’t already know. Growling frustrated he turned towards the police, he was at the scene of a crime and already brought to much attention to himself, he would be wanted for questioning and if he allowed them to capture him they’d question him and he’d have no information to give them. He was nobody… A Shinigami, and shinigami didn’t exist in the human world…

Keeping his side facing Feiy and the police he was ready for anything from either side. The police effectively insisted that Feiy let the woman go and to get onto the ground followed by Kara and any one else in the area, more police cars came screaming up behind them and cops came readying themselves to fire their weapons but they didn’t draw them. There were three police cars total, it was unnecessary but in these days everybody wanted a piece of the action, the media was powerful despite what people said about it… Grunting a simple, ”Damnit…” Kara knew that this day wasn’t going to end well, turning back towards Feiy he began to lower himself onto his knees, and slowly placed his hands behind his head. His mind raced, You’re an idiot, you should have just ran away, you’d have no part in this and even though your innocent you’re still a criminal. It’s the way this system works and this stranger probably didn’t even need my help, from her mere skill proved that she had probably done this several times before. Shaking his head frustratedly he stood defiantly and then that was when the cops drew their weapon, he’d have to act fast if he wanted to escape, but he paused waiting, waiting to see how this hostile would react. He guessed that she would probably fight them all, and that from what he’d seen it was only a fraction of her ability, she proved to be extremely powerful and though she appeared to be a normal human she gave off a dark spiritual presence, it wasn’t foul like a hollow but it had the same bitter after taste that most hollows possessed.

Why am I even here? Why did I have to step into another person’s fight, who am I to judge when another person’s fight is immorally incorrect. Every fight is technically wrong, but… We train so hard to fight each other. What’s the point of this senseless fighting, perhaps she started it, perhaps she was ganged up on for no reason. Maybe it was because of her race, or her religion… Who am I to judge other peoples fights? Grunting again he looked down but remained standing his hands still held out slightly but ready if the woman would attack. ”This won’t be easy ma’am.” his voice was held low so only she could hear his voice. Looking at the surrounding police force he began counting their heads, total there were six cars but only five men, all equipped with the an interesting weapon called a fire arm, more precise: pistols, each could hold twelve shots, and each shot moved faster than even a captains shunpo. They were all aiming at the two figures still in the area, the others had simply scrambled for cover, it looked as though he were helping her, by keeping himself standing he dared to prove that he could do something against these forces, and that made the police weary. They knew all to well that either person might attempt to do something, and in that instance they would open fire to injure, but not to kill… Kara on the other hand didn’t know this and was careful where he placed his loyalty, but he had to keep both sides content enough for his survival.

He had never seen so much blind and senseless hostility in another person before. Sure he himself was a driven individual often times ignoring the facts simply to push harder towards his goals, but this woman… Forced this other being into a state of shock, as she continually broke the bones within the girls limb he could feel his own body tense up with rage, his spiritual energy was erratic and uncontrolled as he let his emotions get the best of him. This stranger… or better yet, this monster of a being was just as merciless as a hollow. His golden eyes hinted to his past and how his body used to battle with the inner hollow. Now times had changed and Diablo was free to do as he wished with his own body and memories while Kara, was left with a powerhouse of a body and didn’t know a thing about what limits he could be pushed too. This body, at one time, fought with this woman, when the inner hollow called itself Hogosha Riki and controlled Buru’s body. Those times where long ago and many either forgot or newer recruits replaced those older captains. It was nothing more than forgotten history that perhaps one day, this sadistic woman would reveal to him. Now, all he had to worry about was getting out of this horrible situation…

His eyes shot wide as she spoke to him, taunting him to fight her, he knew better than to use aggression as a solution but right now all he wanted to do was to wipe that sick smile off of her face with a kick to the chin. She knew he was a Shinigami, and on top of that she knew about hollows. It wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to put the equation together. This woman, knew about Shinigami, and Hollows, and on top of that carried a tone in her voice that put both beneath her. She was a Vizard, his gut rolled over on itself as he felt his knees grow weak, now all he wanted to do was run, run as fast as he could away from this monster. No matter how hard he could push himself now, he could never push himself hard enough to even put a scratch on this woman. Their where rumors that all of the existing Vizards where captains before they gave themselves away to their inner hollow. It was disgraceful and pathetic that a person of such great respect would throw it all away for a personal gain. No… it wasn’t a gain, it was giving your own soul away to the gate keepers of hell. Forty percent hollow, sixty percent Shinigami… a vile and putrid mixture of bloods… The only word that popped into his head besides fear when looking at this woman was… pathetic; because of this attitude his mind became clear, folding his arms over his chest he responded to her with only a glare and a simple, ”Hmph…”

Closing his eyes he turned his back to her and began walking towards the exit, he could use reason to escape; he’d have to use his own supernatural abilities to get out of this. Reaching into his pocket he reached for an item that would make his situation much more pleasant. The Kikanshinki, a device that replaces memories of Humans with made up memories that are believable to them. He’d simply turn the device up a notch and replace every active police officers memory so that he could get away with a clean slate.

Within a blink of an eye she blurred past him wiping… Looking over onto his shoulder he made a look of disgust as eh realized that she had wiped blood onto his shoulder. His eyes followed her as she quickly dispatch several police officers, he paused and looked back as the others left the crime scene to reply to her gunfire, unfortuinately they couldn’t get a shot with the boy in the way so they proceeded to bark commands at him to get on the ground, he turned quickly and pulled out the device, but to late, the officer at the lead fired at him and hit him squar in the chest, he was pushed back but flicked the device’s activation switch and with an explosion their memories where replaced. He didn’t exist, actually… Kara Iji was never there and he’d never been shot, they were actually shooting at Feiy the whole time… or at least… that’s what their replaced memories told them. As the vanilla smog cleared he was already gone. Heaving heavily several blocks away he panted and coughed up blood. Dribbling down both arms, blood soaked through his shirt, his Gigai didn’t even stop the bullet, it went all the way through, a clean shot. Fragments of bone etched deeper into his lungs and chest muscles. Leaning against the wall of the ally he slowly slid to his knees and then let his arms prop him up. Finally he opened his eyes and looked out of the ally way, grunting, ”s**t.” He pulled out a Soul Candy and popped it into his mouth and he popped free from his body.

Turning towards his body that looked back up at him weakly he only shook his head as he popped the candy out of its body by clunking it on the head with the but of his sword. The body fell limp and quickly deflated and within seconds evaporated into nothing. Looking at the small orb he tucked it firmly under the sash of his Gii. Walking out of the ally he continued to watch the reckless and senseless display of destruction. His chest still throbbed as he bled down his back and chest, closing his eyes he grunted again as he felt a rush of pity wash over himself. No, he was the one that was pathetic, those humans… they had lives, even though death wasn’t a horrible end it was still and ending he never got to have. This woman, dared to take life when she herself had already lived hers. The adrenaline of rage began to pour into his entire body, and his spiritual pressure began to rise. Though he knew he couldn’t even imagine a defeat against this Vizard, he wasn’t about to just stand by and let her create more Chaos.

Blurring forward he used his own version of Shunpo to chase after her the final time, looking at the group of police officers he threw out his arm as he shouted, ”SHO!” Within a second each where aiming their weapons at her, and then where pressed firmly against he walls; he ran quickly between the small group of men and stopped just ahead of them, drawing his weapon he stood protectively in front of them. Closing his eyes he pushed his spiritual pressure into his feet, and shouted once again, ”SHO!” and with that a rush of energy pulsed out from under his feet sending the police officers out of the ally and away from the woman. A couple of them landed with a sick crack as bones broke as their fragile bodies landed on the concrete. Looking back up he attempted to steady his breath.

Again he pushed himself forward with Shunpo. Only jetting him forward to a full dead sprint a matter of a few feet away from where he once stood; he was an unseated member but every Shinigami knew to some extent this discipline.

Yelling out to her as he attempted to keep up with her his voice rattled with rage, ”WHY’D YOU DO IT!? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HURTING ALL THOSE PEOPLE!?”

His chest continued to drain the life from his body…