Concrete Jungles in the Belly of the Beast [closed; Fox]

He wasn't looking at her while he explained, because he was pointing at the paper in front of him for a visual example. It took him several moments, however, to realize that she wasn't even listening to him. He sighed in exasperation and slid his palm down his face. He took this tutoring job because she seemed like a nice enough lady and her parents were paying him pretty nicely, but the girl just seemed to never be with him. She was always dozing off or not paying attention. At first he just let it go, but as time went on he was growing more and more tired of it, though not in anger. It was more like he became tired before they even started.

"Could you at least tr-" He began to plead that she put more effort into paying attention, but that was lost on her when she abruptly interrupted him and asked her own question. One that had already been explained at least twice before.

"Takeda, Ue."

The man blinked in immense surprise, not knowing how to answer the girl at first. The way she asked him was almost robotic, like she was in a trance. With a sigh of frustration, most likely lost on the girl, he shut the book and slid the papers underneath it; he was going to indulge her. If only he knew what she was wanting to talk about beforehand, he would have prepared himself. He let out a short laugh before composing himself.

"I believe people want to believe that for a myriad of reasons. Trouble accepting a loss, a feeling of protection, etc. I don't think it's real, but figments of our imagination is perhaps too extreme of a conclusion. What's with the sudden interest?"

Without her actually saying anything, Ue watched as she averted her eyes to the door. It was obvious that she was hiding something - but what exactly it was, was what was beyond him. He was sure that she'd randomly outburst telling him about everything because that was exactly how he was. But when she looked back at him, she seemed...nervous and almost fidgety. Was the source of the bad dreams? They couldn't have been that bad. The blush affirmed his suspicions and he figured that she must be having bad dreams about ghosts, or something of the sorts, and that's why she brought it up in the first place. He sat in silence listening to her, now more like a counselor than anything else. She stammered on about her dreams and how they were bothering her and why, or at least she tried, and he just sat back studying her. 

"If it's bugging you that badly, maybe you should go outside and get a breath of fresh air - or something like that. We can continue when you get back, just go clear your head."

The garganta ripped open slowly as the Hollow forced his way out. The hollow was white and humanoid; but he had a scorpion tail. Preferring to move on all fours he used his Sonído to burst throughout town. He was hungry, more so than he had ever been in his life. For around a hundred years he had eaten nothing but hollow flesh. Now that he had ascended to Adjuchas, he had decided that he would have no more of that. He was going to go out and eat a soul, or three, or a thousand. It didn't matter, he had new strength and he was going to eat until his heart was content. Along the way, however, something peaked his interest immensely. He veered off the path and approached a young woman out in the cold.

Her beauty was lost on him. All that was apparent was the amount of reiatsu leaking from her body. He stalked her from the building, his tail poised and ready. He was hungry and had just been presented his main course so early. He was salivating in ways he had never thought possible - but he didn't want to eat yet. First he had to make her fearful - and then he would drench his self in her fear and gnaw on her very being.

"You shouldn't be alone outside. All sorts of dangerous things could come out to get you! GAHAHAHA" His cackle was bone chilling.

"Bakudō no Hachi Jyū Ichi | Danku." The clear white screen formed in front of the girl and protected her from the technique as his cero collided with her protection. She smirked as it dissipated and she hopped down next to the Shinigami girl. Unsheathing her Zanpakutō she pointed it at the hollow. "You deserve nothing but death - Taba, Yamata no Orochi." Her Zanpakutō emitted a bright green glow as the acid began to form along, and inside, of the blade. She swung at him and sliced off his arm - but she didn't realize his intelligence and his purpose. He wanted to get her close - he wanted to get a clear shot. His tail impaled her abdomen and went through, discarding her against a street light. Her eyes went wide and she shuddered; her mind went blank for a moment thinking he possessed some sort of illusionary powers. There was no way he had killed her in such a manner. She was going to die and so was the girl.

Unless...no, she couldn't. It was taboo of the highest kind to do something like that. And, yet, the inner rebel in her refused to let the girl die for the sake of some law. She lowered her spiritual pressure enough so that the girl could, hopefully, see her.

"Girl...i-if you want to live...you must come here...y-you must...take my sword and...trust me...you must push it into your torso...please, if not for me then for you..." Talking was enough of a struggle. She deactivated her Shikai so that it would stop creating acid and would no longer go. She held it out with a single hand, the other pressed against her bleeding wound. If everything went right - and she had doubts with how badly her plans deviated - then the girl, with her already astounding reiatsu, would be able to defeat the hollow as she became a Shinigami.