JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 23:47:13 GMT -5
beyond rukongai — the outside
Seeing nothing but blackness was an absolute terror many men would never experience. There was nothing. No sun, no colors, no buildings. And it wasn't as if she was drawn to the aesthetic appeal of the wretchedness that surrounded her. No, Kenpachi was not a visual woman. The only sight that drew her attention even remotely was one of blood. But how long had it been since she saw that even with eyes?
Standing in the barren wasteland, she stood over what used to be her tribe. Images of small children running around with swords, not a piece of cloth on their skin nor jewel to their name, surrounded her. Engulfed her. The dark-skinned clan was small and remote, but they were far from docile. They were fierce and valued strength and kinship. Kenpachi had felt at home, even if she was an outsider to the tribe. And now, nothing stood of what once was. No remains or slivers of nostalgia could be salvaged.
She wasn't sad, though. She had never experienced the emotion of sadness, and it proved to be a foreign concept to her. The closest she got was disappointment.
"And here... There's no one to crush."
A massive explosion of reiatsu burst from Kenpachi's body as she let everything she owned flow freely. She put a cessation to her constant personal restraint. With no living beings in at least a mile's radius, no harm could be caused. But she would attract attention, and this was her very goal.
Kenpachi abandoned her Captain's haori, tossing it aside. She also tossed the black kosode and white shitagi onto the pile, revealing her red bathing suit top. As she stood in nothing but her hakama and bikini top, she waited for the demons to arrive. Without sight, she forced herself to rely on hearing alone. Had she practiced this at all? No, not really. She was invariably going to have to jump into the waters head first, and this was the only way she ever learned.
"A Shinigami... A strong one." A new figure made himself known. Though he had the body of a man, his features were demonic in all aspects. Pointed ears, elongated canines, a whiplike tail, oval irises... He was no creature the Gotei 13 had ever been aware of. He bowed before Jingu but stopped short. "Op... You're blind, aren't you, my dear?" The fact a Shinigami traversed this far was rare in itself. Only once every century or so did he see a Death God.
"I'm here to kill things. You're the first to arrive." Kenpachi withdrew her zanpakuto, not even bothering with introductions.
A smirk spread across the demon's lips. Recognition lit in his eyes, and soon piqued curiosity turned into dastard thoughts of veneagnce. "You are as hasty as always, Jingu Itokawa."
