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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:38 pm
 This is a secret valley thriving elegant scenery, as if this area was meant to be an enlarged garden of sorts. The canyon stretches on for miles and miles... Waterfalls cascade down the gently sloping cliffs and pour into peacefully streaming rivers; the grass and trees are the picture of health, nearly glowing an emerald green. Sakura trees outline the basin of the rivers, perfect flower petals delicately swaying around in the breeze. It would seem nobody knows about the paradise... ...Except for one demonic being. At the very end of the gorge, one may be able to BARELY see a small light coming from an ornate villa...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:51 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
The Hidden Valley was a beautiful landscape, a gentle splash of green and clear blue against a blazing sun, whether it be the day, sunrise or sunset. All was at peace in a beautifully...."demonic" way. For only one or two beings had dwelled in this area...until now...
Just at the bank of the gently streaming river, small pebbles along the bank began to stir. The koi fish who swam in it sensed a disturbance and immediately swam away for their lives...just as the ground was starting to slightly shift... A flat, circular light, simply the size of a full-length mirror, began to form on the edge of grass and sand. The middle started to rip open, and in moments, a dark violet portal appeared, one that could easily be described as a Garganta of sorts...
A sinister being stepped out, her bare feet shifting into the waters... Her pole-like weapon was proudly swung amongst her shoulder, the dark red blade flashing the sunlight into a far off distance... She opened her dragon-slit eyes, soullessness reflecting off the glossy surface of her black and indigo scleras... Rukia Kuchiki. Although this wasn't the woman from this universe. She came from an alternate one, a place where Ichigo Kurosaki had defeated Sosuke Aizen approximately 964 years ago... She was the very beginning of a new race created years ago, one called "Hellfires," as described in her dimension.
Her slit pupils glanced around the valley, taking in the vast scenery...which meant nothing to her. "This..." she whispered cruelly through a dark, icy breath. "...is merely a diversion. One who would come across it would suspect it to be nothing more than a mirage which would lead them to their own death..." She looked off to the end of the valley, noticing what looked like a tiny lamp light...that happened to flicker off within a matter of seconds. She could now faintly sense several traces of identical reiatsu scattered around the edges of the valley. "...Another diversion. I can remember using this same tactic to eliminate hundreds of shinigami long ago..." She started walking off, aiming to find the one thing she had targeted nearly the past two years...
Her own daughter. Hisana Kurosaki.
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:14 am
I am a Kuchiki...
Soft footsteps could be heard, only with the distilled rustle of bushes and leaves silently whispering with the hushed breeze that slipped past the two travelers. Both travelers had a certain goal, both had a certain destiny that awaited them, and yet they moved on to find a way to destroy thier enemy, the Underground. Little did either realize a new enemy had come to rise.
One traveler, tall, grand and majestic. His composure was that of nobility, his robes gracefully dancing about him in the comfortable breeze. Soft -pink cherry blossoms trickled around him in a beautiful display, and his inky black hair reached out in long straightened strands. His sharp features were ivory white, cold, heartless at glance. His mouth a line, nothing more, nothign less. He did not have but a single emotion stirring within him. The hairpins he wore indicated his nobility, his status as a Kuchiki. His zanpakuto, known to be one of the most deadly of all, was sheathed neatly at his side, the lavendar grip reflecting the shimemring sunlight that peeked through the broken canopy of trees.
The second traveler, mysterious, creepy in his own right. He had silky silver hair that only fell about his face in short strands. His eyes, a mystery to all that knew not his thoughts, were closed, tightned into mere slits. His mouth, an evil grin, wide, unsettling to most, there were millions of secrets, emotions, and thoughts smothered behind that smile. He was not of nobility, however his posture indicated he had not grown up entirely clueless of proper presentation. His zanpakuto, the fastest zanpakuto known to all, was terrifying in that not one knew when to expect thier death when fighting him. This was the infamous Shinso, the god slaying spear.
The two travelers continued through the valley, taking calm steps through the lush green of the valley. They were Byakuya Kuchiki and Gin Ichimaru, apparent new-formed accomplices, obsessed with the elimination of the Underground. They stepped through a small clearing of trees, before coming across another demonic figure.
"..."
".. Hnnn..." Gin's eyes seemed to widen shortly before allowing his smile to return.
She appeared much like someone Byakuya could recall fighting before. Was it the one who claimed she was his sister? It couldn't be... This woman appeared much more... sinister. Byakuya merely stood there, silent, not saying much of anything as he indicated to Gin to take his belongings. Without a word of protest, Gin snatched both satchels and disappeared to a safe distance.
"I expect you to indicate to me who you are." Byakuya's deep voice stated blankly. His cold gray eyes dug through hers, attempting to read her thoughts with little success.
And I will stop at nothing to defend my pride...
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:28 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
Rukia has merely taken a short walking break, sitting cross-legged in front of the stream, her slit eyes closed calmly, hands rested on her knees. She listened quietly to the sounds of the stream, hearing the koi fish swim around peacefully. The being was at momentary peace...until...
"I expect you to indicate to me who you are." Her bright violet eyes slowly opened, looking straight ahead, paying no heed to examine the mysterious figure. Although she recognized his reiatsu...and that of the man who was with him. She drew in a cold, disturbed breath before speaking.
"To you, I will indicate not...Cero Espada, Byakuya." She stood up slowly, taking her scythe in pale ivory hands, swinging it over her shoulder. In an instant, she was turning to face him, eyes narrowed in an emotionless grimace, the heartless tone shining off her ebony scleras. "...Although, you would be puzzled without a small introduction... I am Rukia, the Cero Fantasma. I do not exist here in your realm; I merely travel from another universe of sorts through achieve Hellfire abilities."
She looked up tot he horizon of the valley, making out the slightest traces of a person's all-too-familiar Shadow Reiatsu... "I request if you are familiar with a young, orange-haired, over-emotional teenager. That is all I ask before I depart."
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:28 pm
I am a Kuchiki...
The side of Byakuya's mouth seemed to twitch in slight annoyance. He stared at the one claimed Rukia for several moments as his cold gray eyes hardened thier glare. He knew well of the teenager she spoke of, however he cared not what this woman desired to do. He would not allow her to follow through with it... Something within him held him from helping a fellow villian.
"Even if I did know this teenager you ask for, you would be the last individual I would relay information to. I am, in fact familiar with her." He stated curtly.
And I will stop at nothing to defend my pride...
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 1:58 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
Rukia caught the sight of his mouth twitching in slight annoyance, shaking her head in disapproval. "I do not expect you to relay information to me. Only a simple 'yes,' in which you did so." She slightly closed her eyes, looking off to the horizon of the valley, as she snapped her fingers, a sudden rush of black snow appearing out of nowhere, gently lifting her off the ground from under her feet.
Her eyes were uncaring, emotionless...and especially not arrogant. The slit pupils glanced down to Byakuya. "You seem irritated. Learn to control your emotions; after mentally communicating with my daughter, and she relayed those monstrous screams of yours..." She was referring to the moment in which the man had suffered the terrible dilution of his dead wife, and when he had been stabbed...followed by the generosity of Hisana. "...You still have not gained full control of yourself. You lack to point out the obvious details, as you also hesitate to realize what you are truly missing to achieve your nonexistent 'goal.' I suggest if you wish to accomplish anything, you must take immediate action. Because you have come to a standstill..."
Wisps of her pale violet hair calmly floated around her heart-shaped, ivory face, giving her the appearance of a perfectly carved statue; at the moment, she seemed at a standstill herself, besides her ragged clothes swaying gently. Rukia could already compare herself to this monster. She was calm, easy. But he had yet to level his arrogance to a reasonable point.
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:13 pm
I am a Kuchiki...
Byakuya stared at her for moments, merely blinking his soul-less gray eyes, as dull as slate, glistening in the sunlight. His black hair seemed to reach about his head in perfect, neat tentacles. He was beautiful almost, if he were not so deadly.
"... Hmm..." He seemed to ponder, nothing surfacing in his clouded mind... "You spill nonsense as if I desire to hear it. Be on your way." Byakuya disregarded her as he gestured to Gin up above that it was clear for him to come back, though it would take Gin a few moments.
And I will stop at nothing to defend my pride...
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 3:18 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
Rukia shook her head as he dismissed her, skin suddenly dulling to a pure, ivory white. Her eyes opened once more, the irises now a dull, lifeless gray... "I am the only one who speaks nonsense?" she spoke. "...Says the man who endlessly ranted about scattering my daughter's pumping, bleeding heart over Las Noches, leaving it for whatever filthy Hollow may devour it first-"
"~How the hell did you know that?" Rukia's head immediately snapped away from Byakuya's attention, seeing a shinigami clothed in a white kimono stood meters away from her...without her zanpakuto. Rukia's cold eyes hardened into soullessness, beginning to charge forwards with her scythe aimed for her daughter's neck...
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
((Edited. Wanted to get the ball moving again.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 5:59 pm
 Hollowfied Shinigami Captain  ~Hisana Kurosaki~
Considering how many times they had fought over and over again, it was way too easy for Hisana to knock the scythe out of Rukia's grip, no matter how difficult it looked. She ducked under the dark red blade aimed for her neck, did a quick spin-flip, planting a foot in the back of Rukia's head, sending her flying for a good mile down the stream...
Hisana wiped her hands off on each other, placing them on her hips shortly after. "What an idiot..." she muttered. "You'd think after over a year of battles, she would've known I could do that without even having to use the sealed state..." She'd left her zanpakuto back on the secret caverns a few miles away, meaning all she had to rely on were shunpo, bakudo, hado, and shunko. But like hell she cared; there was another trick the adolescent had up her sleeve...
Kuchiki Reincarnation From Another Universe  ~Out Of Consciousness ~
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 3:52 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
"Do not assume what you merely estimate, insolent mortal." Hisana suddenly found a dark red blade pressing swiftly against her neck, before blood started trickling down her curving body, staining the ivory kimono a deep dark red... She sighed, whacking a fist against the staff holding the scythe stable, cracking a portion off; the blade moved from its place, allowing her to shunpo several feet away... Rukia began walking towards her, not the slightest bit intimidated. "Do you not know the reason I have followed you here? Do you not know why I seek to slice my blade through your flesh, murder you with every last breath I may take...?"
Hisana's glare softened slightly, a little shaken. "...Like Hell I do. You can't stop fighting for three seconds to explain tha-" The blade went tearing across her skin, sending more blood flying through the once-peaceful air... She stumbled back, crash-landing and submerging into the bottomless river... A hand could be found pushing her farther under, before it started dragging her, pulling Hisana back up through the crisp air...her body now totally soaked. Rukia stood over her, now transformed into her Despertar form... "It is your fault I have become this. Because of you, my abilities are incomplete. Because of you, I will never live up to Hichigo-dono's expectations... But with the last shard of my powers, submerged deep inside you... I will have fulfilled my goals, and your kind will no longer be..."
Her dragon-slit pupils, now a vibrant violet, cut through her soul, sending Hisana into a great state of change...as the shinigami lifted a hand to her face... "You know what they say..." Her words came out darker, doubled over...much more demonic. When her hand pulled away, a Hollow mask, an exact replica of her father's sat in place, her Hollowfied eyes shining through the eye slits carved in... "Fight Hellfire with Hellfire."
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:05 pm
Hollowfied Shinigami Captain  ~Hisana Kurosaki~
The Hollow mask was now in full effect; Hisana got up, forcefully constricting a boney hand around Rukia's throat, smiling wide and deviously... She pointed a finger at the forehead, yelling "CERO VIENTO OSCURAS!!!!!!" A bright flash of black energy, outlined in a burning red, came rocketing through the setting ultraviolet sky, destroying everything in its path... It even managed to destroy a long line of several mountains far out int he distance...
Rukia appeared behind her in the quick flash of a Sonido, her freshly shining black katana aimed at her mask... Hisana's head snapped backwards, in the opposite direction of her body. She laughed menacingly, twisting around and grabbing for her head... They both sped like a bullet towards the rocky ground, crashing into the world's crust as an enormous crater formed...
When the dust and rubble cleared, Hisana was standing over Rukia, who was now battered and bruised on very square inch... She bled slightly, katana still in her grip... Hisana's mask crumbled to the ground at her feet, as she snapped back to reality, left eye a beautiful gray once more... "This...is it..." she breathed, panting heavily, bleeding profusely herself...
Rukia started to regenerate, her wounds replenishing into fair, smooth skin, as she got up with ease, appearing as if not a single scratched had marked her body before... "It is...for you, ignorant fool."
Kuchiki Reincarnation From Another Universe
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:15 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart forevermore ashes...
"Your time in this world..." Rukia stood, behind her daughter, forcing Hisana to the ground with a simple push of her fist Hisana hit the ground with ease, face scratched up by various rocks and rubble that laid below her delicate skin... "Damn..." she muttered weakly under her breath... She suddenly found herself constricted by the throat, being forced up into the air by what felt like nothingness, a black chain of snow swirling around her jugular and torso...
"And to think... With just a simple twitch of my own fingers... I could have your head crushed into bloody pieces in just two seconds." Hisana's eyes widened, as she was suddenly tossed up high into the air, proceeding to find a foot swing in an arch, making contact with her stomach, sending her back down into the planet's crust... Rukia dragged her by an arm, throwing her blade to the arms and legs...slicing all the way through.
Hisana flinched, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she embraced for impact...though felt nothing of the sort. But blood trickled down her entire body at this rate... "Did you..." she muttered furiously, nearly a growl, "cut apart..." "...Yes. I detached the nerves from the rest of your body. You are now immobile, incapable of your own defense...unable to prevent yourself from being brutally abused and murdered... And so I say...sayonara...
"...Akaren." Rukia's katana pointed to Hisana's face, as a blizzard of red snow immediately erupted, sending the poor, defenseless child back through the air at ground level...plunging into the endless river...
...Her soul thirsty for revenge...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.((I'm not good at making a long line of posts that portray a battle like this. xp ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:27 pm
Hollowfied Shinigami Captain ~Hisana Kurosaki~
The world around her suddenly started to darken into nothingness, as Hisana felt herself flying back from the whirlwind of reddened snow... The air around her started to humidify, higher and higher, until it was 100% water, and she felt herself being washed away, down into the darker waters...
She attempted to gasp for air, though nothing came out but bubbles, and water rushed in rapidly, filling her shriveled lungs to the brim... So this is it... she thought miserably. I'm going to die at the hands of my own mother... And I'll never see my family again... She closed her eyes slowly, analyzing all the koi fish that swam around her continuously, seeming worried by the way they were frantically waving their tails and swimming through the darker waters...
She began to imagine her family back home, the ones who meant the most to her... Dad...Ichigo... I'll miss you terribly. I'm sorry I've never been such a good daughter... I let you down... Her own father, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13/14, a noble hero, her own father... She felt terrible about never connecting such a strong bond with him... Baraku...cousin... You've been like a brother to me... Wait... Brother... Kanashimi-sama... Her eyes were close to closed, and she let out a smaller breath, imagining her closet friend, brother...protector... If only I could've seen you one last time... And... Oh, god... Uncle...
The last thought raced through her mind a thousand times. One who had saved her life when she was down for the count so many times... They quarreled, argued, fought together, understood each other... He was nothing like the monster of this universe... Uncle Byakuya... She slightly smiled, her hand floating down to her waist, stroking the silky scarf that danced int he water... The fragment that had cost more than all of Karakura Town, maybe the entire Seireitei...was now wrapped around her in a gentle embrace... Through one last array of bubbles, she whispered weakly... "Thank you...for everything. Whether you were a shinigami or an Arrancar, I always held you close to my heart... I'll miss you most of all..."
Her eyes finally closed, the bubbles stopped flowing from her mouth and nose... Hisana Kurosaki only floated there in the waters...slipping slowly away to her own perishing time...
Kuchiki Reincarnation From Another Universe ~Out Of Consciousness ~
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 3:15 pm
I am a Kuchiki...
There was an outstretched hand... It emerged from underneath Hisana, its fingers lazily twitching as it only caressed the soft fabric of her white clothing. Another hand appeared, clutching Hisana's clothing, it's marble-white fingers reflecting the dim sunlight in the depths of the dark lake. Arms held Hisana in place, hugging her to an angel. Black locks of hair swirled around freely, lightly tickling Hisana's face as the angel clutched her closer... There were bubbles surrounding them... The angel opened his eyes... They were gray, but beautiful, glistening with stirring color as the two sank farther into the deep.
Darkness welcomed them... Robes folded over the two bodies, and the angel closed his eyes once more...
Light defeated the darkness, a short burst of white energy erupted from the angel's back in the form of wings, unfurling and unfolding as each 'feather' drifted lazily into the water... The surface of the water suddenly drew closer, much faster, and the two bodies, Hisana's and Byakuya's broke free into the icy air...
Byakuya did not let Hisana go as his feet lightly touched the ground, his white wings stretching out as he placed Hisana on the ground... His wings stirred in the icy winter air, their elegant fronds reflecting the white light...
Byakuya's gray eyes flustered when they met Rukia's, anger welling in their very delicate veins as his stare hardened... "You are not to touch her. Not ever... Not again... "
And I will stop at nothing to defend my pride...
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 6:04 pm
Life isn't about the number of breaths...Her heart thirsty for bloody conquest...The Ultimate Despertar
Rukia lightly turned around as she could've sworn the bubbles stopped floating to the top of the waters, assuring that Hisana was dead... The katana vanished, and she was now starting to walk off...before noticing the Espada was gone. She raised an eyebrow, glancing around the area, searching... Her head snapped over to the river as she remembered what could have possibly happened, though the chances were extremely slim of it... Before long, her slit, null pupils seemed to slightly round out, identifying a light of sorts emerging from the murky waters, as she only stepped slightly closer, glancing down at the breaking surface of the abyss... Two bodies suddenly emerged, one she recognized as her non-breathing daughter... The other, furiously glaring at her. She couldn't help but recoil a slight bit, eyes slightly widening... In an instant, she was back to her sealed form, dark red blade swung over her shoulder... Although something was different. Her skin appeared much paler than it had been before this incident happened...
She was suddenly glaring, infuriated mentally and physically. Her voice came out a harsh demand, yet it was still stern and heartless like the monster she was, starting to double over in a demonic fashion. "What right do you have to order around a Hellfire just as strong, even stronger than yourself? You are NOTHING, WORTHLESS compared to a Hellfire." As her anger only flamed her stone cold heart, the dark red blade began to glow, darker and darker, until it began to shrink down, now the shape of her old zanpakuto. The whole area exploded in an invincible cloak of Hellish Reiatsu, overshadowing all who would stand close to her...
When the reiatsu finally started to settle down, it grew smaller and took up less of the space around all the beings...except for the one who had emitted it. She was encased in a thick layer of reiatsu, maybe a dark, Hellish mist of thin icy air... Black piercing eyes shot through the darkness, illuminating with a violet glow... Rukia Kuchiki stood boldly, bearing a long obsidian cloak, outlined in a beautiful gold, the first symbol of her Hollow's own pride... Under it, a tattered kimono exposed her pure white skin, concealing the hidden part with a cascading skirt, attached to her skin...by the Hogyoku, embedded on her naval cavity. It shone with bright, bloodthirsty conquest, obviously corrupted after seventeen long years of remaining hidden from existence... Chopped gray hair swung violently around her white skin, as she pulled out a blackened katana, sheathed within a blood-stained scabbard, tainted with the cries of a thousand Hollows... "If I cannot have my own daughter," she whispered in such a deadly tone, not one bit amused, nor infuriated, "then no other filthy creature may possess her..."
...Her soul angrily desiring bloodshed...but the number of moments you have left before your breath is taken away.
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