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Hayami Rentai



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Join date : 2010-07-23

PostSubject: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:48 pm

Personal Information:

Name: Hayami Rentai

Age: 2,472

Visible Age: 25

Appearance: Wearing her old 11th Division Haori, there is nothing special about the clothes she wears, except for the fact hers is a different color. After leaving Soul Society, she had died the white portion of her Haori black, and the black dots red. However, much can be said. Her Haiori is pure black, with the red that teases. She has a sash worn around her waist, which is as enegent as it is beautiful. Her baggy Shinigami pants are easily tampered with by the wind. They wave back and forth as she walks, as do her sleeves.

She is tall, with long black hair pulled back in a pony tail, and beautiful, with the whitest of teeth. Her eyes compliment her teeth, White with green. Her tan skin is complimented by her obvious attire, and is the most notable thing on her body. Her body is thin and free of hair, with no muscles. Even with no muscles, she still packs a punch with her body. Her breasts are round, and the humans could say she's a C cup. The men can be caught gazing at her chest, and all she would do is smile. She is always one to allow people to stare at her 'beautiful' body. Her curves are nothing out of the ordinary, though she has what every woman wants.


Personality: Hayami has a bit of a volatile personality. She can stay calm and collected throughout on the outside, taking adversity in stride. As long as you’re on her good side, she acts a bit like a mentor, helping out others with their problems if they really need it, and generally being a nice enough person.

If one is persistent though, it will become apparent that while Hayami is generally friendly, she will never show any kindness beyond simple acquaintances. She always keeps people a certain emotional distance away from her, avoiding attachments to others as much as possible. This is because Hayami is of the set belief that anyone she relies on will eventually betray her trust. As such, she finds it best to never place any trust in people in the first place, which makes it quite difficult for her to make any friends. It takes quite a lot of work to gain enough of Hayami’s trust for her to actually treat you as a friend.

That said, for the very few people who can actually gain Hayami’s friendship, she is a very loyal friend, and will act to defend them whenever the situation arises as much as she is able. Hayami highly values the few friendships that she is able to make, and will try very hard to maintain them. As a side note, Hayami has a running record for the highest number of turned down suitors in Seireitei. Depending on their methods, her turn downs range from a polite refusal, to a kick in the groin.

Hayami is far nicer to other people than her own subordinates most of the time. The reason for that is simple; she can tell much easier what the members of her division are up to. She holds her entire division to high standards, and she will become very harsh if she thinks that her subordinates are slacking off. That really isn’t all that surprising when one considers that her division is essentially the last resort when everything goes to hell in soul society. If they fall, the shinigami are likely screwed, and as such, they need to always be at their best. That’s what she tells them when they question her methods anyway. It doesn’t help matters when Hayami is known for spending a good bit of her free time asleep, as far they know anyway.

Hayami’s mentor like treatment of people has already been mentioned, but it should be noted that Hayami also believes in letting people fight their own battles. She will generally refuse to intervene in another fight unless the situation is either important enough to warrant it, or if a fellow shinigami would die without any intervention, otherwise, they’re on their own. Many of her subordinates have learnt that lesson the hard way.

It’s been said that Hayami’s personality can be a bit volatile. However, it’s not like the expected raging temper from a berserker; Hayami’s temper is like a smouldeHayamig flame; speaking quite calmly, but it will be quite obvious that she’s annoyed; if the reiatsu pushing down on you doesn’t make it clear, the sharp tone in her voice would. That’s the warning before she likely ends up hitting you, which would probably send you flying. Of course, the right stimulus will make her go further to the point of actively trying to kill you; the main one that causes this is when people wake up Hayami while she’s sleeping for no good reason. It’s understood in Division 13 that enteHayamig Hayami’s room when she’s sleeping at night is the equivalent to suicide unless you’re Kubi.

Also keep in mind that Hayami is a combat pragmatist; in a serious fight, she will aim to take you down immediately – no fooling around or test swings, her first strike will aim to kill. Yet she hesitates to use her bankai unless absolutely necessary, preferHayamig to take on extra injury with her shikai over it, especially in populated areas.

Hayami has a few interests when she isn’t making sure that her division is doing their job, or sleeping somewhere. She spends a considerable amount of time practicing her fighting skills, and typically trains the strongest battle oriented members of her division personally. She is very skilled at playing the shihakuchi, and typically performs at concerts and functions at Seireitei when she can be convinced to play. She is also surprisingly a good singer, although heaHayamig her sing is a rare moment that typically only the members in her division get to bear witness to, when she’s not paying attention to who is around her. She is also quite adept at sewing, although she frequently downplays this skill; it’s not very hard for one to figure out though when you think about the blatantly custom clothes that she wears, along with the massive spools of thread and fabric within the 13th division.

Despite her demeanour of always being in control, Hayami can be easily flustered if you bHayamig up her less battle oriented skills. She’s embarrassed about them for some reason, and this makes it a bit of a chore to convince her to show any of them publicly, hence the reason why getting her to play is hard, and singing even harder. So far, no one is known to have managed to convince her to make any clothing, but there are some stubborn people on her good side that are trying to wear her down.

Hayami’s relations to almost everyone are pretty much the same; if you attack her, she will attack back. If you’re a risk to the lives of innocent people, she’ll likely attack you. If you aren’t causing any trouble, she’ll ignore you or at most just observe your actions. She doesn’t particularly care otherwise whether you’re shinigami, hollow, vizard or anything else. The only person who really registers as something special is Kubi, who she sees as a little brother. While she may be a bit protective of him, and certainly lets him get away with things that no one else would, Hayami is not overly maternal, no matter what her zanpakuto spirits say. Her over-reactions are perfectly natural.

Hayami enjoys eating spicy foods, and milk dHayamiks, and enjoys strawberry flavored ice-cream the most. She will perpetually deny the reason being that strawberry flavored ice-cream is pink, despite it being quite obvious that pink is her favorite colour. She has an incredibly high alcohol tolerance, although she doesn’t dHayamik enough to become drunk, because hangovers are a pain in the neck and head to deal with later.)


Likes: One § Explain Boys - This doesnt need to be explained...However it shall. She's a girl, and she goes absolutly COO COO for guys! Though its only the 'cute' guys, she still will flip when she sees a man.
Two § Explain Training - she always trains to keep herself fit for anything upcoming, because how can she perform effectively if she isnt in good psyical condition? She may not have muscles, though her skills need to stay as keen and shard as a chef's knife!
Three § Explain Spicy Foods - She loves to eat anything that is spicy. It sends her tongue into orgasm. There is nothing she'd rather put in her mouth than some spicy curry! It symbolises her fierce battle skills, if you think about it!
Four § Explain Chocolate Ice Cream - The lovely chocolate taste of ice cream - YUM! It is said that chocolate helps take away stress, maybe that's why she loves it so much? Or is it just the rich chocolate taste?


Dislikes: One § Explain Drama Queens - Really, people that make big deals ot of little things? Why would you make a big deal about your nail breaking? About your shoe missing? It's honestly not that big of a deal. The little things are called little for a reason.
Two § Explain Hunger - Who likes to do anything on an empty stomach? She isn't able to perform her best on an empty and growling stomach! It also bothers her to an extend where she just wants to punch her stomach when she's hungry.
Three § Explain Attitude - Hayami absolutely hates it when people have an attitude. It doesnt matter what the situation is, having an attitude will never help anybody! Do you think talking like you're all-that is going to catch that Arrancar? It wont, so attitude is nothing Hayami will tolerate.
Four § Explain Light - Hayami does not like the light. Everything is better to her when its dark. This may be assosciated with her seemingly dark personality when she's alone and by herself, or it could simply be that she doesnt like the light. At all. It hurts her eyes, and its quite bothersome.


Motivation/Intentions: To seek and control the Hogyoku.

Rank: Adv. Vizard Lord

Zanpakuto Description:

Appearance: The Zanpakuto is nothing special, it has nothing special about it at all. It is a normal Katana. Though it can be described in depth.
The Hilt is about 6 inches long, and 3 inches wide, wrapped in blue colored silk. The silk is soft and elegant, reflecting something a king would have. It feels nice in Hayami's hand, as it should. The silk is wrapped tightly and making thin diamond markings on the hilt.
The Gaurd is not special either, it is just an outward-pointing star around the hilt. While it is sealed, it is made of pure gold, and is dull at the ends of the points of the star. It has a design on the blade, that makes it look as though it were made of ice.

Spirit Appearance: A female in black clothing. Her face is not visable, nor is anything else. All that is able to be seen in a black cloak.

Yamagiri has a strong will to survive and be solitary and independent. But little seems to be left for him in the world and his once strongly convicted personality has sunk into depression and anger. Yamagiri is lashing out at a world that has betrayed him. He waves his middle finger at the sky and survives only to spite the cruel fates that have made a hypocrite out of him and out of his long and now wasted, at least he think so, life. His former views of justice have been shattered. He is at a stage where he doesn’t know what to believe or trust in but himself and the here and now. Yamagiri is living just to live, not knowing why or how and even caring.

Before the crash, before the trying events that shaped the formation of his hollow and his hatred, Yamagiri was a different individual. Though a compulsive loner and a strict and sever individual to the core, his life was consumed by a selfless practice… the exacting of his personal justice. He was little loved by his subordinates of old because he rarely gave them any direction whatsoever, infact it may have even been appropriate to call him a selfish individual. But all Yamagiri cared about was ridding the world of any evil that he found to be present, even if it meant being alone…. even if it meant sneaking off at all hours of the night… even if it meant, in the end, going against the very laws of soul society. And know you must understand, how amazingly torn apart Yamagiris world was… when his justice was ripped apart by his own hypocrisy, by betrayal… and by the growth of evil within his very own soul.

Spirit Personality: Yamagiri has a strong will to survive and be solitary and independent. But little seems to be left for him in the world and his once strongly convicted personality has sunk into depression and anger. Yamagiri is lashing out at a world that has betrayed him. He waves his middle finger at the sky and survives only to spite the cruel fates that have made a hypocrite out of him and out of his long and now wasted, at least he think so, life. His former views of justice have been shattered. He is at a stage where he doesn’t know what to believe or trust in but himself and the here and now. Yamagiri is living just to live, not knowing why or how and even caring.


Release Command: Chill, Yamagiri

Released Appearance: Same as sealed state

Description: Name: Ice Manipulation
Type: Ice
Range: Battle field
Description: Hayamis the ability to manipulate ice, though only to an extent. She can use the ice as an offensive ability, or she can use it as defensive - though the ice in her shikai is fairly weak (by her standards... being a powerful Vizard, her ice is stronger than most can break), it can still do significant damage. Though to use ice, she must create it from the air around her.


Type: Ice
NOTE: No doubletype Zanpakuto.

Bankai Information:
NOTE: Bankai can only be used by Captains and advanced Lieutenants. Vizards can also have Bankai.

Bankai Appearance: The blade in bankai takes it first and final transformation. A thick cloud of fog covers the sword, which is floating in the air. The fog is quickly attracted to her blade, and is absorbed. The fog then replaces the metal particles inside of the blade, transforming the blade into solid ice. It's rigid at some points, dull and others. It is completly blue and is not breakable. This ice is so cold, that not even fire is able to melt it, as it would simply freeze the fire. Along with it being un-meltable, it also cant be broken.

The hilt goes through a nice transformation as well. Instead of being wrapped in silk, it is wrapped and layered with ice. Like Hayami's brother, Hakudoshi, the ice wraps around her hands to keep a firm grip on the sword. The ice doesnt bother Hayami at all, as it is her element and she is use to it. Though she still has no idea her brother's Zanpakutou did the same... Along with the hild being composed of ice, Hayami is able to control the sharpness of her very own blade. She can will it to be dull, and it shall. She can will it to be sharp, and it will.

When Hayami is in Bankai, the temperature drops to -20*F, making it hard for even the strongest of warriors to fight against her.


Description: Name: Ice Manipulation
Type: Ice
Range: Battle Field
Description: In Bankai, Hayami's ice becomes like Yamamoto's fire - Her ice cannot be melted, and her zanpakutou becomes the strongest Ice Zanpakutou within all of the dimensions. Her Ice Manipulation knows no limits in bankai - and will do as she wills it. It will form for her countless blades, and give her armor to use in fights. She even has the ability to create ice instead of drawing moisture from the air.

Name: Mist Manipulation
Type: Mist
Range: Battle Field
Description: When the fog sets when Hayami enters Bankai, she can control it to do whatever she wishes - cloaking her, or hiding others. The fog becomes so thick, it becomes extremely hard to navigate through. And if somehow the fog is pushed away, Hayami can will her Zanpakutou to emit more fog throughout the battle field. The fog also allows Hayami to create ice, or to help bring the temperature down.

Mask Information:

Inner Hollow Manifestation: Same as Hayami, just black & white.

Inner Hollow Personality: Hayami's Inner Hollow is quite cynical and smart-assey. She believes, no matter what, that she is simply better than Hayami in every way, and no matter how many times Hayami bests her in combat and knowledge, she still believes to be superior and stronger.

Special Abilities:

Name: Sea of Ice
Type: Melee - Ice
Range: WHOLE battlefield
Description: Hayami holds her Zanpakutou high in the air, and then stabs it into the ground. A loud rumbling sound is heard, and the whole area drops to -80*F, and icicles start to break through the ground, forming a new battlefield. They don't just stop at simply piercing the ground, they raise 70 feet into the air, and if somebody isn't careful, it could impale them. Meanwhile, Hayami is encased in the center of the new battlefield, protected by the ice. When the transformation of the battlefield is complete, she can swim through the solid ice, even if it is solid, and appear through the icicles of her newly created battlefield. She is more adept in fighting in this battlefield, and can only use this move while in Bankai.

Name: Frozen Cero
Type: Reiatsu - Melee
Range: Normal Cero Range
Description: A normal black cero, with normal cero strength. Although, when it hits, it sends very sharp icicles into the area in which it hits. It sends 22 icicles to be exact, which are as sharp and thin as needles.

Name: Sonido
Type: Movement
Range: Anywhere in sight
Description: Hayami gains the ability to use a Sonido. With her speed already equivalent to Squad 2 Captain, she is able to vastly exceed the speed of Squad 2's Captain, using her newly-gained Sonido Ability.

Name: Garganta
Type: Movement
Range: Anywhere
Description: Hayami has access to a normal Garganta.


Hollow Mask Appearance:
Spoiler:
 

Duration: 10... Even if i do believe i deserve more... TEN >_>

History, RP Sample and RP Challenge:

History: Bor in Kyoto Castle, she died at death, though what had happened to her when she died, was rather odd. She felt as though she was living another life...As though she saw through somebody elses eyes, though it was in fact HER...

In the year of 1500, around forty years into the Senjoku Jidai, within one of the insignificant villages in a province near Kyoto, a peasant mother was in the throes of labour, a mid-wife from the village hoveHayamig over her. The family itself was a bit better off than the others in the village; which in this time period meant that they were slightly less poor, and could actually afford a mid-wife’s fee. It was for the best; they needed one. Throughout the pregnancy, it was a wonder that the mother didn’t die duHayamig labour with the amount that she was bleeding, but the ability to actually pay for medical care kept everyone alive. Normally, a father would be a bit displeased of giving birth to a girl instead of a man, but with the kind of money he had to drop down, logic dictated that he suck it up and get over it. Also, the girl’s first action being to bite his hand instead of crying said that she was a lot tougher than the standard child, under a mask of beauty, if the tufts of her jet-black hair were anything to go by.

The mother looked at her child’s red-violet eyes, and named her after the rose they resembled. Her father promptly over-ruled her while his daughter was busy trying to gnaw off his fingers, and named her Hayami for some unknown reason. The mother let it go, too entranced by the aura that she feeling off her daughter; it was faint, but she had the spark to be a shHayamie maiden like she was.


Lucky Seven



Hayami’s childhood was as bright as it could be given the circumstances. As her parents were vassals under the daimyo of the area, they had to maintain certain standards, and as such Hayami was trained in the things expected of women in the time; cooking, cleaning, weaving, dance, and music lessons. She took quite a shine to the music; she was especially gifted as playing flutes, and managed to attract crowds of people every time she chose to play. That said, she was quite the tough and adventurous child despite her mother’s protests, and frequently ditched studies and snuck out of her house to play in the village, and showed up at home a few hours later – whether off her own volition or by force, with an assortment of dirt patches, ripped clothes, and depending on the day, more than a few bruises and split knuckles. The girl had one hell of a punch. Her mother mourned the violent tendencies her little shHayamie maiden was picking up, despite her aura growing in strength. On the other hand, her father was never prouder when he heard that she beat up a kid twice her size – granted, he had to conceal a wince about how she did it, but it showed promise. He promptly started giving her training on self-defence; it was convenient really, with the building tensions and uprisings, it was possible that the daimyo’s enemies would try to get at them for information, and their daughter was an easy target.

Two years later, her father’s sucking up to the current ruler of Japan got him promoted to a much more influential position, working directly under the current head of the Hosokawa clan. The official notice, along with the pay raise, came a few days before Hayami’s seventh birthday, and her parents decided to get her a special birthday gift; a shakuhachi. Being a very curious child, well experienced in messing with her parents’ stuff, along with the great benefit of being quite capable of reading, Hayami found out about the gift long before and promptly entered a hyper fit of glee. A shakuhachi was the epitome of high class flutes and did not come cheap; to give her that meant that they trusted her enough to maintain it – it showed a great deal of trust in her.

The eve of her birthday, she was far too excited to fall asleep, and thus late night found her tiptoeing around her house, searching for that flute. DuHayamig her miniature expedition, she heard noises that did not come from her; she was far too experienced to even make noises, and her parents were not that quiet.

Being the intelligent girl that she was, she promptly went to her parents’ room to inform them about the current situation, and ran right into her father, armed with that samurai blade of his. She found herself pulled off to a corner of the room by her mother, as her father challenged the intruder. Her blood red eyes took in the fight, as both combatants got cut in various places, before her father snuck in past the assassin’s guard and cut him deeply in the chest. His blade spun around and carved an odd-looking arc into his flesh as the samurai dived to the side, and sunk his blade into her father’s side.

Hayami watched her father fall, as her mother grabbed her mouth to muffle the scream that would never come. She just simply too shocked to actually find a voice, and her mouth was just hanging open. She didn’t notice anything besides her father’s body until her mother stuck two papers onto her skull, and she lost all feeling in her body.

“Don’t worry, those seals will hide you from untrained eyes.” To her credit, her normally meek mother didn’t even flinch under the death glare she was getting – or laugh really; a death glare from a seven year old girl was one of the least intimidating things in the world. The former shHayamie maiden placed her rag-doll daughter in a corner of the room, and kneeled over her in prayer.

“He’s here for us, and you’re known to sneak out; if he doesn’t see you, he won’t look think much of it. Live safely Hayami, we have family members who will come by to get you. I’m sorry that we couldn’t get to spend more time with you….goodbye.”

Hayami could only watch when the man walked into the room, and his mother turned to face him, gripping the tanto she kept hidden in her robes. Hayami knew what was going to happen, but couldn’t turn her eyes away; they were locked on the figure of her parents’ killer. He wasn’t very tall, he looked like a teenager maybe, and had long crimson hair. His father’s blade went further than she thought; the cut went from his chest straight to his cheek in a curved slash. The most piercing thing about him though, was his eyes. You really didn’t forget eyes that were such a piercing gold colour, yet so cold, even when cutting through her mother’s flesh. He did a quick glance of the room while cleaning his blade, and focused on where she was for a few seconds. For that time, Hayami wondered if he was capable of seeing her, or if her mother’s seals broke with her death and she was just paralysed with fear. It was odd, she was afraid to die, but she wouldn’t really mind, at least she would be with her parents again.

The man apparently didn’t see her though, as he just walked away, slipping out the door into the night. Hayami just sat there, staHayamig at her mother’s fallen body as her blood pooled around her. Really, the seal wasn’t even necessary; she couldn’t think of anything to do besides just sitting there. How long she stayed there, she didn’t know, not even reacting when some guy dressed in all black stepped into the room.

“So, we were too late……..”

Too late? So he was supposed to guard them? Fine job he did.

“First Hosokawa Masamoto gets killed in the bath, and then they decide to be thorough and kill everyone who openly supported him, and either they got a professional to do it, or Shimizu’s a worse fighter than I thought.”

Okay, so he failed at his job, and now he was blaming her father? She would go over and punch him, but she was still pretty much a ragdoll.

“Hey, if you can glare at me like that, you can get up and walk. I’m not waiting all night for you brat.”

So he could see her? Well that was just great, now if only he would take the seal off her head. Upon voicing this, her ‘saviour’ had a gem of advice for her.

“Take it off yourself, you’re not a baby.”

Well Hayami could tell one thing about this guy already; she was not going to like him. Ever.

“If your parents didn’t show you how to do even that, no wonder they fell so easily. The whole family’s pathetic.”

Okay, this guy was definitely getting kicked between the legs a few times. He did not insult her parents and expect to get away with it.

“You little arrogant half-rate guard, who are you to talk about my parents! You were the one who failed in your guard duty twice in one night! You’re probably going to get yourself executed for being such a terrible guard. I’m sure that I can beat you in a fight you worthless –“

Hayami’s rant that was very quickly going to turn physical got cut short by the sound of an object hitting the ground. The annoying guard’s eyes lit up in surprise and…happiness? What was he pleased about? His eyes bent down to her feet, and she followed the path to an expensive looking flute, that rolled off her lap when she stood up. She picked up the shakuhachi and just stared at it for awhile, while the weight of her parents’ death came crashing down full force. Yet she refused to utter a sound in front of the ass she was being forced to deal with.

“Hey, enough of the tears.” The guy was standing right in front of her now. Just how did he move that fast? Or was she losing track of time?

“You can mourn their deaths all you want, but do you want to avenge them?”

She looked up at him, tears still flowing from her blood-red eyes, and gave him the most determined look she had ever summoned in her life. Her answer was clear, and her new guardian smiled.

“Then come, you have a lot to learn about the Hebi clan. You have the reiatsu to break a binding seal already; you can go far if you work for it.”

“I have what?”


Plus seven more years…..



After the assassination of the head of Hosokawa Masamoto, the clan fell into an internal conflict between the two sons, which came to a stand-still when the Ōuchi clan put Yoshitane back in control of the shogunate. This sparked a shadow battle between the two clans over just who got to pull the stHayamigs of Japan’s puppet government. The Sengoku Jidai was really starting, and between the civil wars and assassinations, it was a wonder that Japan managed to rebuild itself, but Kyoto was eventually restored from the burnt out husk it used to be duHayamig the Onin war, and the Hosokawa clan had set up residence there. The capital was in a reasonable state of peace, the warHayamig clans preferHayamig assassinations and small skirmishes to outright wars there.

This of course meant that the samurai were always busy, and had to be always on guard lest they find themselves dead. It was a rare moment when they got a break, and one such samurai was taking his in one of Kyoto’s many brothels. Hey, a guy needed a break, and this brothel was famous for its younger women. Granted, that made them pricey, but it was worth it. He wasn’t in the brothel for a minute before he saw the most beautiful girl in his life. She had such a fair complexion, and that black hair, with a hint of something ethereal. She fit right into his tastes; a girl just budding into a woman, if those breasts on her said anything. And to top it off, she was coming to him, clearly taken in by his charming looks. It was most likely why she offered him a free night if he could keep up with her anyway, since consideHayamig how young she looked, he didn’t doubt that he could out-last her in anything. Anyway, she led him to a vacant room, pulling him in with that siren’s voice of hers. He wanted to question her rush, but a deep kiss wiped that thought from his head.

“Come on, show me what you got…”

He was more than happy to oblige, and made a beeline for the robe she weaHayamig. It hid far too much for his tastes. A quick parting of the robe by the collar, and the samurai was finally able to feast his eyes on the woman’s mounds. He was paralysed by the sight of them, to the point that he couldn’t even reach out to touch her as he so wanted to right now.

It took about ten seconds for it to sink in that he really was paralysed.

The lady leaned in close to him, stroking her hand across his body. For a short moment, he entertained the thought that maybe she didn’t realise his predicament yet, and thus wasn’t the one who drugged him. She put a quick end to that when she pulled a tanto from her robes.

“Now, now, you’re quite the careless samurai for a high ranking guard. Guess when I poisoned you.”

She then proceeded to pull out the hidden papers he had on his person, fix her robe, and then started casually leafing through them while he tried with everything within him to summon the strength to fight back.

“Oh right, you wouldn’t be able to talk, not with what I put in you anyway. Ah well, I’ll tell you what, that poison will wear off by tomorrow. If you help me, I wouldn’t have to use this blade on you.”

The samurai was silent, but then he couldn’t speak, could he?

“I’ll take that as a yes. Tell me, do you know a pale man with red hair and golden eyes? He also has a curving scar across his right cheek, like the beginning of an inward spiral. Blink once for yes.”

The samurai’s eyes first showed confusion, then remembrance before he blinked once. Of course he knew the guy, he was a bit infamous.

“Next question, do you know his name?” Another blink. Progress. She pulled out a vial and poured one drop in the samurai’s throat.

“Okay, you should be able to move enough to start forming words. Start talking.”

“You….bitch….”

If he had more to say, it was interrupted by the sharp kick he got to his ribs. With the drug running through him, it took awhile before he caught his breath again.

“If I have to do that again, I’m going to break something. What is his name?”

“He’s the kaishi…..”

“I want his real name, everyone knows the name he goes by.”

Since he did technically answer her, he got away without any pain, but her heel on his finger dictated that another unsatisfactory answer would end quite badly.

“No one knows his real name…..Wait, wait! I know where to find him!”

“Oh? Do share then.” She was clearly dead serious; she was just about to crush the thumb of his sword hand.

“He is supposed to be showing up at a meeting on Osaka, the location’s in the papers you took.”

She finally looked satisfied with him now. While taking in the information, she pulled out another vial and poured a few more drops of it into his mouth.

“When you wake up, you’ll be able to move again. Goodbye, samurai.”

The man just stared at the woman who bested him, making a silent vow to get revenge when he woke up.

Hayami watched the samurai fall into a peaceful slumber, probably plotting her death. She wasn’t concerned, consideHayamig that he wasn’t ever waking up with the poison that she put in him. Having to actually kiss the man to get it done was necessary, but still quite disgusting, and she really felt like stabbing him when his eyes glued onto her chest. At least it was worth it in the end; she accomplished her mission and got information on her own personal target. A quick trip out of the window, and by the time anyone checked the room the next day, she was long gone.

Then she had to report to that ass. He was pleased about how quickly she took care of the target and got the information, but he was still complaining about how she did it.

“Just what did you do to tire yourself out so much?”

Hayami shovelled some more rice into her mouth before botheHayamig to answer him again – she was not letting her food get cold over this.

“I told you already, I had to take a dose of the paralysis drug to get it in him.” She pointedly ignored his twitching eyebrow.

“Why? You could have just killed him and taken the papers from his corpse! Just because you got the ability to –“

“I use my skills as I please. It got the job done, and you know exactly why I didn’t kill him outright.”

“Yes, your obsession for revenge, your obsession that is going to lead straight to your death –“

“My obsession that you started.”

“The older man rubbed his temples, trying to stem the headache that was forming.

“I regret using that means to wake you up, but honestly, you’re literally aiming to commit suicide.”

“I’m not changing my mind, I will see the Kaishi dead, and then I can finally pass on to see my parents.”

“Then I hope that you never see the end of your quest.”

Hayami could understand the grief she was putting her sensei through; in some ways, the guy likely saw her as a daughter since he took her in, but this was a journey that she was set on finishing. When her parents died, her soul died with them, and all that was left was this shell, only fuelled by the desire for revenge.


The assassin and the ninja


After a few more arguments, the night written in the papers she stole came around. It was a gatheHayamig of members of an opposing clan, and Hayami was sent with a team of ninja to gather any valuable information, but more importantly, to ensure that no one left that meeting alive. The rumour of the Kaishi showing up was the main reason behind the elite strike force, instead of simply sending in some samurai to handle to job. Of course that didn’t stop them from sending in samurai anyway; they were quite convenient decoys to draw out the troublesome targets and trip any traps in the area. Like that arrow trap. Or those hidden darts. Nasty things they were.

When it appeared that all the surprises were sprung, the strike force made their move, weaving their way through the shadows while the remaining samurai did battle with the others in the room. It wasn’t very hard to simply take out the stragglers of the party, although a couple of them managed to slip away at the last moment. Not that they were going to get far with Hayami chasing after them…

The actual battle was quick; she came out from the bushes, taking out one of the officials with a slash to the torso, and then stabbing his guard through the eye in the same motion before he could even draw his sword. The final official chose to stand up and fight, but he only managed to get in one swing before he too fell to the ninja’s blade.

While they weren’t much as fighters, the group certainly could run; in the few minutes head-start they managed to get, they made it to the outskirts of the city before she caught up to them. She hadn’t had to chase someone down for that long in awhile.

A slight noise, like a chain rattling, was all the warning that Hayami got before a sickle came flying straight for her skull. It was a quick roll that kept her head on her shoulders, as she threw a couple of daggers at the masked man, which he evaded, throwing his other sickle right at her, simultaneously pulling at the first one. That didn’t go as planned since Hayami had grabbed the chain, moving out of the way of the other sickle while dragging the man straight towards her. That look of surprise on his face stayed there as he got literally yanked towards her like a rag-doll, and had a small blade shoved through his heart.

Anything else trying to kill me today?

The sound of panicked foot-steps drew her attention, but she only got a glance of crimson hair before the owner vanished around the corner.

Crimson hair? Could it be?

She was off like a flash, chasing after the mystery man. The sheer speed the man was moving at just reinforced her convictions about his identity. No normal person was capable of actually out-running her, he had to be a specialist. The chase lasted until the man dived into a crowd of people, weaving through busy roads and alleys. He definitely knew how to lose someone, and sure enough, Hayami eventually lost track of him.

“Tch. Next time you little assassin.”

While the strike went well, her sensei didn’t appreciate her running off on her own after the Kaishi, and as such, Hayami found herself on shopping duty. She would have argued being recognized on the street, but it’s not like anyone would recognise her through her mask when she was working. She was busy carrying along about a ton of rice, when she got unwanted company from a couple of drunks who wanted to help her carry the heavy barrels of rice. Right, she clearly needed help from drunken idiots when she was clearly walking with no strain. Granted, it was quite odd for anyone to carry those things without breaking a sweat, for less a woman, but if they had a problem with it, they were smart enough not to mention it. These guys were clearly too far gone to understand the meaning of no though. Just when she was going to beat the three of them into the ground, a voice came up behind all of them.

“I believe the lady told you to leave her alone.”

They all turned to watch the new arrival. The first thing that registered to Hayami was the crimson hair, and she reflexively tensed up until she noticed his distinct lack of a scar. It helped that his hair was also much shorter, and he looked about her age; the Kaishi should be in his twenties by now.

“Just what…..are you going to do about it boy?”

With that, one of the drunks charged at the kid, and found himself slammed into the ground by the sheath of a sword. The other two chose to rush him together and met the same fate.

“I told you to leave her alone.”

“I could have dealt with it on my own.” Some people would say that she should have been more grateful; some people did actually, they were in the middle of the street, but she really didn’t need the help, and she didn’t need some young samurai going off on an ego-trip.

“I know, but you might have broken your rice barrels if you fought them.”

She couldn’t really argue with that; she likely would have broken one of them over their heads, and then she would have had to get another barrel.

“Well, thanks then.” Conversation over.

“By the way, may I ask your name?”

He wanted her name now? He may have saved her an extra walk, but that didn’t mean that she was going to swoon all over him.

“Just why should I tell you that?”

“Ah, my apologies, I should give you my name first, I-I’m Kasumi Masa.”

“…..Fine, I’m Shimizu Hayami. Just why are you blushing so much anyway?”

“Well….. it’s because you’re a very beautiful woman.”

Hayami’s face started glowing as red as Masa’s hair….or his face for that matter, it seemed that admitting that sent him into another blushing frenzy.

“You….you….I’m going now.” With that, Hayami promptly grabbed the rice barrels and took off, trying to control her blush.

Fortunately, the redness faded away by the time she got back; she would not have liked explaining that to the others. They would never have let her live it down, and she didn’t need them jumping to any conclusions – she did not like the guy.

The fact that when she ran into him again a few days later she spent a good chunk of the day talking to him didn’t mean anything either.



And another seven years….noticing a pattern?



Time passed again, and brought about some more changes. The country of Japan itself was far more prosperous after initiating trades with China, but the clans were still going through their wars. The biggest battles were between the Hosokawa and Onin clans, both fighting for control over the puppet shogunate. Due to the nature of the wars, assassins and ninjas were kept very well employed.

As for Hayami, after her sensei followed her and found out exactly what she was doing with free time now, after she dealt with the entire clan harassing her over ‘finally finding love’, they were quite happy that she found something to keep her among the living after she finished her quest. Although it didn’t look like it was ending anytime soon, in seven years she only ran into the guy about five more times, and all their fights kept getting interrupted.

Over the seven years, she did end up getting closer to Masa, even though she still couldn’t figure out how that happened. She just kept running into the guy repeatedly, and he ended up rubbing off on her. It likely had something to do with the fact that he was the only guy around her age to take an interest in her without being a pervert about it. Hayami was the one who had to push the issue for them to advance their relationship; the guy was far too timid for his own good.

Those thoughts should have been for another day, but Hayami was currently on route to meet the guy on her thoughts. He had said that it was something important eventually, after stutteHayamig quite a bit about it. He had to choose tonight of all night to do it though; she was supposed to be acquiHayamig certain documents from a castle belonging to the Onin clan, and with the time-frame that Masa gave her, she had to move double time to deal with the documents, drop them off, then meet him - she may be a bit rebellious, but she wouldn’t let her personal issues take that much precedence over her job.

She barely felt the darts stab into her shoulder – they sent out the experts if she couldn’t even sense them coming. From her lack of muscle movement, they had some potent paralysis serums too. Definitely the elite assassins.

Hayami unceremoniously fell out of the tree she was in, and was promptly grabbed by two men dressed in ninja garb. Out of the corner of her eye she saw six more walking out. That ruled out a random patrol, not like the chances of that was very high to begin with. So either they’re the security force sent after her, or she got set up. Seeing that she killed the security force, that left the latter – there was a mole in their operations who was going to have a very unpleasant death for wasting her time like this, she had better things to do with her time.

“So, this is the master Hebi ninja that Kaishi told us about? She doesn’t seem like much.”

“Yet you came with eight people and poisoned me first. What does that say about you?”

A kick to the stomach, how very original. They also couldn’t be that bright if they forgot that they paralysed her, so she wouldn’t feel them hitting her in the first place.

“So, just how did you manage to find me?” Might as well get to the point.

“Weren’t you listening? The kaishi told us where to find you. He also told us to poison you first before you got the chance to fight back. We thought that it would be a waste for you to die so easily though, not when you had so much information to tell us first.”

The only thing that Hayami had focused on was that the kaishi somehow knew where she was going to be. It was one thing for a random mole to be the cause, but just how did he find out? Time to quiz the gullible ones.

“I can’t believe that he was willing to court the enemy for so long, just for this. That’s cold, even for me.”

Court the enemy? Okay what was this, a sad misdirection attempt in the event that they botched the killing? She, her sensei, and half her clan stalked Masa lots of times, and nothing odd came up about him. If they couldn’t find anything, the person was clean.

“I bet all of you at the Hebi clan thought that you were the only ones with special abilities. Guess what the kaishi’s is? Here’s a hint; it’s quite convenient for hiding certain tell-tale marks about you.”

Well that was straight-forward enough, so the Kaishi could mask himself as other people? Did that mean that he….eww. It would also explain the lack of Masa if the guy impersonated him, and killed off the real one. The assassins figured that she got the idea from the look on her face.

“Such a useful ability, isn’t it? Now time for you to talk woman, or do you need some motivation?”

The end of legends


A burning building, in a cleaHayamig within a forest. Outside of the roar of the flames, no sounds were to be heard, which suited the only living person there just fine. He had just finished his latest job, but he was waiting for the presence that he felt to arrive. It appeared that he had one more person to deal with tonight.

He felt the small pricks on his skin, and while pulling out the darts, he raised his head towards the support pillars, staHayamig at the person on top with a blank look on his face.

“So, how long?”

He didn’t answer; it didn’t need an answer, she wasn’t asking a question. All his silence did was confirm what she already knew by now.

“So, was it an act from the beginning, or did you actually have some sense of guilt over it?”

After a few tense seconds, he answered with the truth.

“It wasn’t planned. I met you the day after, and needed a reason for why I was staHayamig at you, otherwise you might have caught on. If it helps, it wasn’t a complete lie.” A sigh. “I simply had to put my duty above everything, even my heart.”

“….I see, and I suppose you want to know how I lived. It’s quite simple, I can purge any poison from my body, and your associates have big mouths.”

He could feel the chill in her eyes now, despite the heat of the room. She was never going to forgive him, and he couldn’t blame her – he would never forgive himself for this.

Hayami drew her blade, the sound of the metal echoing throughout the room.

“A useful ability, hiding the scars on your face, and shortening your hair. That would be how you recognised me; you saw my reiatsu. It doesn’t matter though. Those darts will kill you by sunrise, but I will kill you long before dawn breaks.”

He steeled himself for what would likely be his hardest fight, as Hayami said the last words he would hear from her.

“Prepare yourself, Masa.”

The fight was quick; the music of their blades clashing playing to an empty house, as the flames raised in intensity and threatened to collapse the entire building on the performers. The act was short though, ending with both participants impaled on each other’s blade, both receiving a fatal wound. They both collapsed next to each other, waiting for the inevitable end.

“I am sorry Hayami.”

“Somehow I doubt that. You manipulated me for seven years, that’s quite heartless. Most people have a bit more morals than that.”

“I don’t suppose that you will ever forgive me?”

“Not even in death. If I see you, I will kill you again.”

“I thought as much.”

The dawn broke on the forest cleaHayamig, the burnt out building providing a stark contrast to the green forest. A masked figure walked into the ruins, stopping at the pair of bodies, somehow still in one piece despite the fires.

“So, your journey has ended Hayami. I hope that you at least find peace in the afterlife.”

He picked up the body of the woman; she would probably want to be buried with her parents.


The afterlife’s not so cheery.


Hayami didn’t particularly care about what became of her body at the moment; she was still wondeHayamig what kind of screwed up version of the afterlife she was stuck in. The place looked like Kyoto at the beginning of the Sengoku Jidai; destroyed buildings, thieves and murderers running about, and everyone suffeHayamig. She would have thought that she landed in the wrong place if someone didn’t confirm that this really was the afterlife. Apparently she was in District 68, and it was supposed to get better as she got closer to the Soul society, which was supposed to be monitoHayamig things here. They were clearly doing a fabulous job.

Her first priority was to find a weapon – with how bad the people were here, she was going to need it. Then clothes – all she had was her ninja outfit that looked like it was about to fall apart - and she had to get food, she was starving. Maybe she should have eaten something on her last day alive –

It took far more willpower than Hayami knew she even had to suppress the memories that came up when she thought about that. It was the past now, she couldn’t dwell on it forever, and she would eventually move on, but for now, it was best to not think about it. She couldn’t afford distractions here.

“You look like you’re new around here.”

Hayami glanced up at the body the voice came from. He was probably the ugliest person she had ever seen, covered in scars, and missing part of his nose, along with a few teeth. The sad thing was that the scars made him look better. It made Hayami worried about what he looked like before the scars. He was also carrying around a nodachi with a broken hilt-guard, and a blade that looked like it had seen better days, but it would do for a weapon, especially with his five goons backing him up.

“I’d take your money and beat you up a bit, but you look like you have nothing to steal. Pity, it looks like I’ll just have to extract your living tax from your body. You shouldn’t mind, you look like you’ve been around anyway.”

The guy’s eyes were fixed on her breasts throughout the entire diatribe. It was likely him being a pervert, but he could have been used to having to look down on people; it wasn’t often that you met a 6’2” person, and it must have been new for him to have someone his own height. It likely must have been rarer for his extortion attempts to fail – he definitely looked surprised when Hayami grabbed his arm as he lunged for her, and kneed him in the stomach. As the air rushed out of his lungs, the goons started coming in, but they all stopped in their tracks when Hayami took the head guy’s sword and beheaded him with it.

Blood still dripping from the blade, Hayami stood there as the headless man’s blood sprayed into the air, landing all over her. Well she needed new clothes anyway…

“You can swear allegiance to me, or try fighting me and die. Choose quickly.”

Four of them chose to rush her at once, using their number advantage. Hayami used her reach and strength advantage to cut all of them down in one swing, blades and all. She shook off the blood, looking over her new guide.

“Explain everything you know about this place, and show me where I can get clothes, water and food. Preferably do this all at once.”

The guy looked ready to faint, but he rushed to follow her orders, and actually did everything quite efficiently. The guy could prove to be a useful pawn.

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A group of shinigami were passing through District 68 on patrol; not because the district was acting up, but because it was quite quiet. Far too quiet consideHayamig where it was, so they were assigned by the third division captain to investigate the situation, lest Rukongai be planning an uprising against Soul Society again. Upon enteHayamig the town, they noticed that everything was quiet, but all the residents appeared tense. A couple of them took off running as soon as they saw the shinigami, and while that wasn’t at all uncommon in the Rukongai, the shinigami chose to follow them on the off chance that they might lead to the cause of the odd peace.

The villagers ran into a bar, after taking enough twisting paths to thoroughly lose almost all of the shinigami. Things were getting even more suspicious now – normal villagers did not have the skill to pull that off, the men were clearly well trained. They entered the bar cautiously, as all eyes were immediately fixed on them, and they didn’t look happy. The shinigami knew that they were generally unpopular in the lower numbered districts due to their lack of help though, so they ignored the looks, instead focusing on a woman sitting in a corner, with clear line of sight of the door; she was hard to miss really, with that freaky hair colour. She clearly had reiatsu, even though it didn’t seem like much, and she definitely looked like she was in charge, if the fearful looks that the men they followed were giving meant anything. Those gray eyes of hers promised that they were not going to like what she would do later for their mistake.

“Just what does Soul Society want down here?”

Her voice sent shivers down everyone’s back. It was just so emotionless, frozen like the tundra. The shinigami weren’t going to be repelled by just that though.

“We’re here to investigate rumours of an uprising, and to bHayamig in potential suspects for questioning, which you are.”

“So you’re here because someone is actually doing your job and keeping this area peaceful, and you’re afraid that we’re going to somehow attack you. Well there isn’t, so you can go back to ignoHayamig everyone in Rukongai now.”

The shinigami disagreed, and one of them tried to pull the woman out by force. In retrospect, they all admitted that the fact that none of her lackeys moved to stop them was an obvious warning of how dangerous the woman was, but she was just a regular villager with some minor spirit pressure, what could she do?

None of them even saw the woman’s hand move before she had grabbed the shinigami’s wrist and squeezed. The sounds of bones breaking rang loudly throughout the bar, followed by the man’s screams as he clutched his broken wrist. His screams didn’t last long though, as the woman stood up and punched him in the nose, sending him across the room, already out cold before he hit the floor.

“Next.”

One of the seated officers in the group took control, drawing her zanpakuto and charging at the woman. Her target turned around to glare at her, and all the unseated shinigami, along with some of the patrons with reiatsu, were slammed to the floor by the sheer weight of her reiatsu. The red-violet aura surrounding her gave her a deadly appearance, even as the aura flaked off into petal shaped flecks at the edges. The shinigami hesitated, and that earned a kick to the chest which sent her into a wall, the blood she was coughing up along with her rattled breathing suggesting that she had a few broken ribs from the encounter.

The other seated officers were a bit more wise, and when their target drew a nodachi, they responded by casting all manner of bakudo on her, binding her tightly. For good measure, they made sure to knock her out after. The group unceremoniously grabbed the woman and her sword, and sent her off to Soul Society along with the injured while the rest stayed behind to interrogate the locals.


Shadows of the past



Hayami was not pleased. She was perfectly content keeping her district under some sense of order, she didn’t need the shingami botheHayamig her. Now they were ticked off that she beat a couple of their seated officers, when they should be more concerned about how weak they were if they lost so easily. Maybe that was why they didn’t come to the lower districts; most of them were too weak to survive. That didn’t explain her being bound in reiatsu suppressing handcuffs in front of some old man in a white haori, and a couple of shinigami.

The old man spoke up first. “You are being charged with assaulting two shinigami, and nearly killing them. However, investigations have shown that you haven’t been planning any uprisings, and all the residents agree that you have been protecting the District for about a century.”

“So, why am I still here?”

“Because you have nowhere to go back to. While you were being brought here, hollows attack the district. Most of the villages were killed in the assault, and only one shinigami and a villager made it back alive.” He paused for this news to sink in, then continued.

“You are a powerful warrior, the Gotei 13 could use a fighter like you at its ranks. You would be more capable of protecting the others, and fighting against hollow.”

“Why would I want to join? You guys clearly don’t have the best training program if a mob of shinigami got beat by some hollows; we get in fights with them every couple of days, and while I’m there we don’t have problems winning.”

“How about this? Enter the Academy, and if at the end you wish to leave, you can walk away. If you agree to this, we’ll forget about the assault charges. It’s normally six years, but with your skill it would probably take you less time. It would take time for us to clean up the area anyway, and you would have free room and board here.”

“….Fine, but you’re also providing shelter to the other survivor.”

“That is fine.”

“Good, now can you unchain me? These things are uncomfortable.”

That was certainly an odd way of getting drafted, but it worked out well enough for Hayami; she got free lodgings for a few years instead of having to find a new home, and she didn’t get jailed. Maybe she might actually learn something useful in the academy, but she doubted it.

The next four years at the shinigami academy were a breeze. Her time as a ninja, and living in Rukongai made her the top of the class at zanjutsu; it got to the point that she skipped the first two years, and got to start at the kido courses. Learning how to channel her reiatsu like that was a blast, and while she had to learn control, her sheer reiatsu was enough to make her kido quite strong. The only thing that she was even having problems with was communicating with her zanpakuto. No matter how much she tried, she just couldn’t make any progress in that direction. It didn’t particularly matter though, she was at the top of the class, and had her pick of squads to join if she decided to stay; it didn’t seem like such a bad idea, the shinigami were actually given access to good training, it was just that most of their soldiers were naturally pathetic, the Gotei 13 couldn’t help that. She had enough of the ninja/assassin life, maybe division 3, to teach those idiots how to patrol properly. Division 11 seemed like a blast too though, a bunch of people who lived to fight.

She was so lost in her daydreams that she didn’t notice the other shinigami until she crashed right into him, and got slammed down by their reiatsu. While recoveHayamig from her unexpected trip with the ground, she heard the voice of the other guy.

“Ah, sorry, sorry! Are you okay?”

Hayami raised her head, and stared right into Masa’s golden eyes.
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PostSubject: Re: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:51 pm

Dance of lies


Both of them just stared at each other for a few seconds, while Hayami was internally panicking. Of all the people to run into, why him? How did he even get in here? Was that a captain’s haori?

Masa broke the ice first. “Ah, sorry, but…do I know you?”

Denial? Or maybe he lost his memory of life? If it was the latter, then he was lucky to escape the memories, and more importantly, it meant that neither of them had to drag up bad memories; she was over her death, and didn’t want to go over it again. Still, if Masa was bluffing, she still intended to kill him. That would require her to keep an eye on him.

“I don’t think so. By the way, who are you?” The lie was accepted; who said that denial didn’t solve anything?

“I’m Kasumi Masa, the new captain of the 13th Division.”

Hayami pointedly ignored the flash of relief in his eyes. The 13th Division, the only division without an official title, it was just used to backup any squad when they were lacking, and was known for being the lazy division. Not where she would like to spend her time, but she could get used to it.

“I’m Shimizu, Kasumi-taicho.”

“Please, just call me Kasumi, I’m not used to the taicho. Oh, I should get to the academy meeting before I’m too late! Goodbye Shimizu, I hope to see you in Division 13! ”

Still as careless as ever. Well, it looked like her division choice was set in stone now.

Graduation went on without a hitch, and Hayami ended up as a new unseated officer in Division 13. She promptly challenged, and beat the fourth seated officer, seizing his spot; even without shikai, when you had a spirit pressure as heavy as hers, it made you quite difficult to fight. Over the next century, she kept training, pushing herself to become strong enough to take on a captain – she was still keeping an eye on Masa, which meant staying close to him for well over two hundred years. In all that time, after realizing that she wasn’t making any real progress with her zanpakuto for some reason, she trained her strengths; she studied the many different forms of hand to hand and sword-fighting styles, becoming highly efficient at physical fighting.

She made sure to keep her relationship with Masa as strictly captain/subordinate, despite his attempts at a more relaxed setting. The most she conceded was to not call him taichou all the time, and that was solely because he didn’t want anyone treating him with so much formality.
It was an uneasy status-quo, but Hayami was slowly letting go of her general anger against Masa, to the point that when he requested her to go on patrol with him, she didn’t protest for once.

There were reports of arrancar within East Rukongai, and as third division was already out trying to control the hollow at a different section, they were sent out to put down the problem. It wasn’t a big issue, there were two arrancar, one a sever foot ugly as hell bald guy, and the other a little girl, both of them rampaging across District 10. Masa looked at the two, and went off to engage the girl, leaving the ugly one for her to deal with. It was simple enough, when he went to slam into another building, she simply ran up to him, and used the force of his punch to flip him over, slamming him head-first into the ground.

She looked over to see Masa and the girl talking, just what was he doing anyway?

“Kasumi, what are you doing?” She didn’t even turn around, sending out a backhand and sending the other arrancar flying as he got back up.

He apparently didn’t appreciate that, as he dragged himself out with a roar, charging energy for a cero. Hayami couldn’t care less, but Masa wasn’t aware of how strong Hayami really was. As she drew her zanpakuto to deal with the oaf, Masa noticed her situation and panicked.

“Hayami, look out!”

What did he call me?

The sheer shock of being called by her first name, a name that she never told anyone, distracted her enough that she forgot about dodging the cero, causing Masa to step in and deflect it, counteHayamig with a kido of his own. At this point the little girl interrupted, dragging the oaf away through a garganta, but Hayami wasn’t paying any attention to them anymore.

“So, you do remember.”

“I don’t suppose that you can forget I said that.”

The blade pointed at him answered that question. “Hayami, we do need to talk about this..” The reiatsu Hayami was letting out now was telling him that now was not the time. She was definitely still angry.

“Masa, leave.”

For once, he listened and vanished in a flash of shunpo. Hayami wandered off on her own, not really caHayamig about the end destination as long as it was away from Masa.

The confrontation – Part 1 : Not the best first impression


When Hayami woke up, she found herself standing in some plain, covered by a thick mist. She could barely see the blue marble of the ceiling, and all she could see in front of her were some odd coloured walls and pillars. She wandered about, crashing into the odd pillars, and quickly lost her patience and reach for her zanpakuto, only to notice it missing. Well that answered the question of where she likely was anyway.

She knew that she eventually made it back to her quarters, after unsuccessfully trying to calm down before she did something rash – like try to rip Masa’s intestines out. She noticed that her zanpakuto was glowing for some reason, and when she grabbed it, she ended up here.

Back to the present, she was becoming quite uneasy; she was sure that she was wandeHayamig around in circles, and she could feel someone’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t find them through the fog in the area.

“I know you’re there, come out already.” Her voice echoed all over the place.

“You’ll have to come in here and get me.”

So she finally got an answer, but the voice sounded a bit distorted, and with the echoes she couldn’t get a proper direction. Patience ended.

“Where are you, you coward!” She punched one of the random walls, and was rewarded with a throbbing hand. The things were solid and cold

“Behind you.” That one was clear, and very close.

Hayami turned around, and was punched in the face, her head snapping back from the force.

“That’s for ignoHayamig me for over a century!” She got hit from another punch right below her ribcage, winding her.

“That’s for keeping me in such horrible condition! Would it have killed you to maintain me?!”

A knee to the stomach, followed by a kick straight to the groin floored her. “And that was for sealing me away for so long! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be locked away for over a hundred years!”

“What a low blow.” Hayami was currently trying to catch her breath. Whoever said that kicking a woman between the legs didn’t hurt lied.

“Oh quit being a baby you little wimp.”

“Wimp? I’ll show you wimp you son of a…..you’re female?”

That got her a kick in the face, throwing her back into a wall, a trail of blood flowing in the air from her broken nose.

“What do you mean if I’m female?” He screamed. “What part of my voice sounds feminine to you?”

Hayami blocked the second kick to her face with her arm, quite pissed off herself. She didn’t need to deal with this on top of everything. “Whose fault is that? You were the one who ignored me!”

Hayami took a good look at what was supposed to be part of her soul. He was about six feet tall, with black hair, he was glaHayamig at him with cold blue eyes,
The spirit grabbed her by the neck, dragging her up in the air while quickly cutting off her air supply. After glaHayamig at her for a few seconds, he threw her to the side, walking back into the mist.

“What a waste, you aren’t even worth my time.”

Hayami pulled herself to her feet, blood pouHayamig from her nose, and glaHayamig at the man’s back. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The spirit looked back, a bored look on his face. “Oh, so the little cry baby has some spark left in her.” His face broke in a manic gHayami. “You want me to listen; you’re going to have to fight for it.”

Hayami’s face broke out into a psychotic gHayami of her own. Hello stress relief. “Works for me.” She shifted herself, getting into a fighting stance.

Her spirit cracked his neck and shoulders, as the mist and walls vanished around them, marking out the fighting Hayamig. “I don’t show mercy.”

Hayami raised her fists, ready to fight. “Neither do I.”

Her spirit fell into a stance of his own, his fists raised. “Then let’s rumble.”

They both lunged at each other, trading punches and kicks, and making quite the dust cloud. They seemed to be evenly matched; while Hayami frequently got his into arm locks and slammed him to the ground, he in return constantly sent Hayami crashing into one of the many pillars in her inner world. After what felt like days of them going at it…..

“Give up already…” Her zanpakuto spirit panted, swinging forward with a left roundhouse.

“No, you.” Hayami grabbed the leg, using the opportunity to pull him forward and punch him in the solar plexus.

“Stubborn brat.” Her spirit countered with a palm strike below her jaw. Hayami countered with a sweep kick, knocking the spirit to the ground. Her muscles are all screaming for rest, but she was not losing to some dude who was thought he was all that.

Her spirit fell hard on his back, rolling out of the way of Hayami’s kick and grabbing the outstretched leg, flipping up and throwing Hayami across the field. Hayami crawled to her feet, panting for breath.

“You look like crap pHayamicess.” Her zanpakuto spirit was panting as he said this, spitting out some blood from his mouth.

“Speak for yourself…” Hayami was quite sure that she looked like crap; she certainly felt like it.

The zanpakuto spirit gHayamined weakly, barely keeping himself standing. “How about we call it a draw?”

“….Fine.” With that, both of them collapsed, and for a few minutes, all that quiet except for their gasps for air.

“You’re not a bad fighter.” Her zanpakuto spirit had rolled onto his back, gazing at the sky.

“You’re not bad yourself.” Hayami looked up, noticing that all the mist was fading away, revealing that the entire area was made of dark blue pillars and walls, with a blue marble floor.

“What did you mean about me sealing you away?”

“When you locked away your emotions, you locked me away. As you started feeling again, I was able to get out.”

“Ah.” She stared at the night sky for a few more minutes. “Hey, what’s your name anyway?”

“Heh, you aren’t getting shikai that easily. You can call me Giri, keep yourself alive for a couple of days and we’ll talk again.”

The confrontation – Part 2: Samurai showdown round 2.


Hayami woke up on her bed, her body still aching from phantom pains. Giri had one hell of a punch. A quick glance outside showed her that it was still night – how much time passed while she was in her inner world?

About twenty hours

Huh? That voice didn’t sound anything like Giri, odd…. At least it answered her question. Pulling herself out of bed, she grabbed her zanpakuto, and noted that it was looking very different. The sheath had turned blue, along with the hilt, and the blade and hilt-guard had repaired itself; the blade looked completely new.

Try to keep it looking like that.

Okay, that was Giri. Her voice kept fading off at the end though. She probably needed to talk to him more.

That would help.

Okay that second random voice was becoming distracting. Anyway, she had other issues to deal with.

Masa wasn’t surprised to find Hayami in his room; what did surprise him was that she wasn’t trying to kill him yet.

“We need to talk.”

She wanted to talk, that was a start. “So, where do we go from here?”

Hayami took a deep breath, she had thought this over for another entire day, and she came to her answer, even if she didn’t like it. “After trying to figure that out, I can see that for some reason, I’m still in love with you.” She was shaking now, but she was going to finish it. “It is because of that……. Because of my feelings that I cannot forgive you.”

Masa just stared at her with a mix of happiness and sadness. While it was nice to know that Hayami actually still had feelings for him, he knew that she could never forgive him.
“Kasumi Masa, I formally challenge you for your position as captain.”

“Very well Hayami, I accept. We fight in two days.”

The news of the fourth seat challenging their captain for his position spread quickly in the normally laid-back division. It certainly guaranteed that they met the two hundred plus witness requirement when the day came.

Hayami really didn’t care about the crowd; the entire point of this was for her to put her past behind her, by chopping it into many tiny pieces. Or die trying, which sounded preferable to simply being in limbo anyway.

Quit being so depressing, focus on winning.

She had grown used to that voice popping up by now. Giri had showed up long enough to tell her that he wasn’t doing it, but that the voice meant that something interesting was going to happen soon. Somehow, that didn’t settle well with Hayami, but the voice was at least being very helpful.

The captain commander came out, gave a speech that Hayami ignored, and the moment he started the fight, she stepped forward, swinging her sword forward to intercept Masa’s swing at her torso, before parrying his blade and stabbing at his heart. Masa shunpoed away again, and Hayami simply pointed behind her, and Masa had to move again lest he get caught in her binding kido.

“You might as well stay still, I can see where you’re going.”

Another shift of her hand, and Masa appeared a few feet behind her, sporting a cut across his torso. It wasn’t deep, but it proved a point seeing that he didn’t even see her swing her blade.

“You have been improving, although I wonder why you haven’t learnt Shunpo. It’s not as if you don’t have the skill for it, and you’re clearly not slow if you can keep up with it so easily.”

Hayami simply shifted her stance. “I never felt bothered with it. I can move fast enough to cut you anyway, so it’s not like it matters.”

Masa shook his head at Hayami’s blunt answer, while releasing some of his reiatsu. “Well then, let’s see how strong you are.” As he spoke, his zanpakuto shifted form, becoming a silver spear. As he charged at her, Hayami focused her spirit pressure; she knew full well what that spear did, but her only means of counteHayamig was to overwhelm Masa with sheer reiatsu. The blades clashed, causing an eruption of reiatsu as the area around the fighters became coated in ice.

Breaking away, Hayami shook off the few patches of ice that formed on her blade, sidestepping as Masa tried to bHayamig the spear down on her head. He blocked her counter with the shaft of his spear, sending a wave of ice at her in the same motion. As such close range, Hayami had little choice but to weather the wave, as she was pushed a few feet back.

“I don’t remember you being so easy to knock away Hayami, you’ve been slacking off.”

Masa quickly raised his spear to parry Hayami’s counter, using the opening to slash at her ribs. The cut area quickly froze over, adding more pain to the wound.

You might want to calm down a bit.

Well as if that wasn’t obvious. It didn’t change the fact that whenever they clashed blades, Masa simply knocked her back with a wave of ice before she could cut him, and her body was starting to get frostbite. While she was trying to catch her breath, and hopefully warm up her body while at it, Masa spun around that spear of his, gatheHayamig more reiatsu as he spoke the words that were to darn him.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re fighting? When you stop hiding your emotions so much.” He took a moment to just smile at her, with a hint of sadness peeking through.

“Even though you want to kill me, it just makes me love you all the more.”

Hayami didn’t know what triggered her. Maybe she was mad because she thought that he was lying, maybe because she believed him and this was the time he chose to tell her. All she knew was that after that, she lost track of the next few minutes, everything blending into a haze of reiatsu, people gasping, and everything covered in crimson.

Her next clear sight was seeing Masa lying in a crater, clutching the broken shaft of his zanpakuto a deep diagonal slash running across his chest. Even without seeing the growing puddle of blood, it was obvious that the wound was fatal.

“So that’s…..your shikai huh? It suits you.”

She noted out of the corner of her eye that her zanpakuto was now a dagger, but she was more interesting in Masa’s dying body. It felt like her body was acting in auto-pilot, as she knelt down by him, brushing the stray locks of hair out of his face.

“So, this is where we part. Seems familiar to last time, except that your wounds aren’t fatal.”

“Honestly, you’re going to die and that’s what you’re rambling about?”

“You have a point there, but it’s not like we have much to discuss anymore. Try to move on Hayami, it wouldn’t do for you to remain hung up over me.”

“You moron, why would I care about you?”

He just gave her a pained smile, before his eyes drifted closed and he leaned back, with that smile still on his face.

………………..

“Hey, think she’s still zoned out?”

“I’m not sure, check and see.”

A kick to her ribs got Hayami awake quite quickly. “You son of a –“

Before she could kill the idiot who thought violence was a good way to wake people up, Hayami took notice of her location. She was sitting on a blue marble floor, but that wasn’t the odd part. What really had her reeling was the fact that the place looked like someone ignored the laws of reality when they made it. There were stairs and passageways on the walls and ceiling, and some halls in sight were twisting around to wherever they lead to.

“So you think this place is crazy? Glad you agree, but you aren’t going to like what it means….”

And we had the mystery second voice. She was standing next to Giri, with a calm smile in place.

“So, who are you?”

“I’m Yama, now onto more important questions; are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, you pretty much blanked out after the fight.”

Great, now she was getting pitied by Giri. ”I am fine.”

“No you are not, really you hiding your emotions from everything is why we’re in this position.”

They were definitely pitying her now. This was exactly why she didn’t like showing weakness; pity was one of the most annoying things in existence. Her thoughts were broken though when the two of them latched on to her, refusing to let her out of their death hug.

“This has nothing to do with pity; we’re simply here to help you put yourself back together when you eventually break.”

She tried to kick them off of her, but Yama was smart enough to lock her legs before she could try. He was definitely the smart one….

“I am not a piece of glass! I don’t break, I live on! I am not going to become depressed and hung up over some idiotic, traitorous assassin!”

They just held on to her, determined not to let her leave.

“Again, you don’t sound like you don’t care.”

“I don’t! And I never will! He was a two-faced pain in the neck! Now Let. Me. Go!”

Her words were starting to break apart as her breaths started coming in gasps. These two were really getting on her last nerve, to get her so angry.

“You can hate us all you want, but we aren’t letting you kill yourself anymore. Didn’t Giri tell you that bottling up your feelings wasn’t going to help you in the long run? You’re simply making it worse, having to deal with a tidal wave when the dam eventually breaks.”

Dam breaking? Yeah right, that wasn’t happening ever. Especially not over such a stupid reason. She expected the interruption by now, this time by Giri, although she wasn’t ready for her words.

“There’s nothing wrong with still loving him even after everything.”

Her body went rigid as Giri verbally slapped her with what she was trying to ignore. Really, did she have to say it with such an exasperated tone? For a moment, she sounded just like…….him.

“Not….fair.”

“You’re the one lying to yourself. Hey, calm down already, stop crying over me.”

Yet despite her words, Giri and Yama only held on tighter, as Hayami’s emotional dam finally crumbled, acting as her anchors before she was drowned in her flood of grief.


Seven Years Passing, The breaking


Hayami was fighting hollows; it wasn’t an invasion, just a rather large increase in hollow activity. Perhaps an arrancar or menos was near by driving all the hollows wild. As a captain, she wouldn’t be expect to do much more than coordinate forces, which greatly annoyed her. Hayami liked to fight, she liked to kill and she loved to feel the excitement as she hacked and slashed her way through them all.

Yama and Giri hadn’t seen her in ages, in fact the last time was bankai, which didn’t go over well at all, she still had mental scar’s from the horror those two put her through. As she fought, she could feel her twin daggers with her, aching to feel contact, but Hayami hadn’t forgiven the two of them, not in the slightest.
Rounding a corner, Hayami saw an arrancar, weak and unrefined, more mask than face, but still present. Roaring, the arrancar charged at her, swinging wildly, hitting her, as she deflected and slashed at him. Moving westward, she aimed to take out his lower section, then finish him off.

Roaring out in pain, the arrancar released him, as he appeared in his true form. It was slightly grotesque, he was a large morbid hand, with what appeared to be faces for each finger, 8 fingers in all. All of them laughing, all of them screaming, it was morbid and sick. It pulsed, and Hayami blinked and staggered backwards, recomposing herself, she looked again, but this time saw Yama and Giri’s faces on two of the fingers, screaming out, in agony and pleasure at the same time.

Enraged, Hayami starting hacking at the arrancar hand, however the faces continued laughing almost mocking her, as she slashed, she started to cry, her lovers face appeared on one of the fingers of the morbid hand, and her rage continued. She had quickly disposed of the Arrancar, slashing his throat, and dismembering him.

She returned to the Soul Society, to be granted with a request by the Captain Commander. "Hayami Rentai, I feel it is your place to be the Captain of the Kido Corps." he spoke. This made Hayami jump with glee, as she quickly accepted this position. She was granted her Haiori, and followed her duties as Captain.

Throughout her years as General of the Kido Corps, she invented a Kido that would make her young forever, and aging would have no effect on her what so ever, and in doing so, many sought her kido, all to which Hayami denied, saying she never created such a thing, that her looks are simply an illusion. Nobody believed her, though they couldn't do anything to force her to share her secret, so they gave up.

Though, the battle with the Arrancar in the recent past had forced her to leave Soul Society, and control this monster within. She had no option - it was either stay and allow innocents to die, or leave to train and control it. Throughout her years after leaving Soul Society, she had not only perfected the art of weilding her Zanpakutou, but also, perfected the art of Kido as well as her... you guessed it... her Inner Hollow.

RP Sample: Hayami looked at the ground , the help up her right hand, Bakudo 89... Danku. Hayami said, creating a large transparent wall, which blocked the Kido that was after her, while at the same time, using her left hand to knock away the blades that Byakuya had sent flying at her. The Danku ended up cracking because of the Kido, but thats because Hayami didn't reinforce it with extra spiritual pressure, instead, she put just enough to keep her safe. With the blades that went flying at her knocked aside, she let her guard down and the Danku shattered, and the blades reduced to blade fragments once more. She turned to Byakuya, with an angry look upon her face.

I seem to recall it being you who said once before "An ability where I sacrifice defense for pure attack. I only use then when I've decided on killing my enemy." I recall that coming from your mouth, and for some reason, it's being used on me, Kuchiki Byakuya. What do you expect me to think? How exactly do you expect me to fight now? How do you expect to explain this... this TREASON! Hayami shouted, raising her blade. She was getting serious, as when she raised her blade, a loud boom was heard, and air rushed all around her.

Ice began to grow at the bottoms of her feet, and the temperature began to drop, and Hayami's expression was simply rage.Ice began to build up all around her, and the Senkei, causing swords to crack and be reduced to flower petals once again. Little by little, the temperature fell, to where it was only 14*F, but still dropping. Ice now engulfed Hayami completely, freezing her totally, but the temperate still dropped, and the winds caused by her sheer Reiatsu picked up speed and power. The the Temperature hit 0*F, the ice that encased Hayami cracked and was reduced to snow. A light mist covered the battlefield, making it hard to see exactly what it going on. Hayami helf Yamagiri in her right hand now, and jolted out her right arm, cracking it, preparing it for battle. When she did this, a loud crack was heard, and a large gust of wind and Reiatsu destroyed the part of the Senkei that it came into contact with.

... ... ... Chill ... ... ... Yamagiri ... ... ... Hayami said,, offically initiating her Shikai. Using her Reiatsu, she completely destroyed the rest of the Senkei, and walked towards Byakuya, using the mist to freeze up to his knee, so he cant move. She mist slowly began to start freezing his hair, and his hands as well. Kuchiki Byakuya, you realise my Shikai is greater than any bankai here at the time? Do you realise that what you have done is treason? Using a move that you only use when your devoted to killing your opponent. Kuchiki Byakuya, you have until I reach your body to explain, or I shall strike where your chain of fate is locted to destroy your shinigami powers, and feed you to hollows! Hayami said, walking towards Byakuya. ...1... ... ... 2... ... ... Hayami started, and before she could say 3, she used her fastest Shunpo ever and appeared right in front of Byakuya, 3! Hayami said, using the momentum gained by using her shunpo to help support her kick, which was at full power.

Hayami, while doing the kick, manipulated the moisture in the air, to create a large ice wall between Toshiro, Jorlo and Akiru, attempting to gain their attention at this possible execution.

This was it. They stood no chance. Hayami was at FULL power in Shikai.

RP Challenge: (If you have aimed for a high rank (Lieutenant and upwards, Espada and Vizard Lords), you will get a challenge. Don't post anything here at first. The person that look through your application will give you a challenge. This is just an example; "You have been surrounded by the enemy. The only ally with you on this mission has been knocked out, but you still got energy to fight. The leader of the enemy-group jumps towards your uncouncious ally. Please write your response to this." If the applicator approves, hurray you are approved! If not, try to improve it a little bit, perhaps then you will be approved.)
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PostSubject: Re: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:53 pm

Finished. Jor'lo is right next to me, and he wishes me to tell you all that he will be giving me a RP Challenge and approving/denying it. Thank you all for reading this long application, and then this tiny little message at the bottom.
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PostSubject: Re: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:59 pm

Approved, here is your RP challenge:

You're in the show's Zanpakto Spirit arc, and Yamagiri has come out of your body to fight you. How do you survive?
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PostSubject: Re: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:16 pm

AH HA! Finally, a fun RP Challenge. =P Well, i'll get tooo it. Thank you.


Hayami had been walkin around the World of the Living, searching for some activity to help the day go by. There wasn't really much of anything to do nowa days, as her enemies hadn't been showing their faces lately, so, all she had to do was walk around and slay the occasional hollow. And of course, for a Vizard, that wasn't very fun to do, as one slash usually sealed the deal.

She continued her walk throughout Karakura Town, looking at the various shops and food-markets. None caught her eye, and she continued onward, looking for a possible teenager to pass by, and she could possibly play a prank on the teen. But of course, the sun was beginning to set, and all the teens were either in the mall or at home with their girlfriend.

Alas, the day was coming to an end, and Hayami was ready to count this very day as another day of complete and utter boredom. Activities and fights were all but common, and it was truly a sad thought to think. Hayami gently walked across the floor, allowing her Black and Red Haori to blow gently in the wind, only to come to a stop when she placed herself on a nearby bench.

Her thoughts came to an abrubt end, when she felt the pressence of what felt to be... a... no... she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was clearly abnormal, and it was something she hadn't exactly felt before. Her bordem had gotten the best of her, and had clouded her judgement, and she was unable to decide where said reiatsu was coming from. So, in an instant, she jumped to her feet and unsheathed her trusty Zanpakutou: Yamagiri.

A average-sized man appeared in front of her, dressed in a light purple, fur attire, with a large sapphire-looking necklace on his neck. He had long finger nails, which seemed to be inside of light-purple gloves. He wore pleanty of makeup, and had a sarcastic smile on his face; and something about him felt... odd...

Hayami, trusting her instinct, quickly performed a backflip, appearing around 6 feet away from the man, and then giving him a confused look. ...Who are you? Are... you lost? Hayami asked, with slight concern, and much caution. No, Shinigami. I seem to have found just what I was looking for. the man said, letting loose another of his weird smiles.

He held his hand out, and all the sudden, Hayami felt as though she was constricted, and she was completely unable to move, no matter how much she tried. What bakudo is this?! she shouted in anguish. He let out a small laugh, as he began to walk close to Hayami. The closer he got, the tigher it felt. I am Muramasa... Kyouga Kuchiki's abondoned Zanpakutou. he announced, giving another grin, this time more evil and scary.

He reached for her stomach, which began to glow with blue reiatsu, and reached inside of a hole, which appeared in the center of her stomach. She let out a horrible scream, as it pained her greatly. She had no idea what he was doing, but she really couldn't do anything to stop him. He let out a soft hum as a laugh, and then closed his eyes. Ah, the beautiful Yamagiri... the strongest Ice Zanpakutou in existance. What an honor... now... Chill... Yamagiri Muramasa said, as he narrowed his eyes as the female came out.

She turned to Muramasa and bowed, then back at Hayami, and gave a glare. Master... Yamagiri spat, looking at Hayami. Hayami was shocked to hear such tone from Yamagiri, too shocked to even notice that she was free of the mysterious spell. What... What are you doing out here, Yamagiri!? What has this man done to you?! Hayami shouted in disbelief. Muramasa let out a small and satisfied laugh, I merely helped her realise her true desires... I helped show her the way. he answered coldly.

Yamagiri grabbed the hilt of her Zanpakutou and sheathed it with blinding speed, allowing the metal to scrape against the sheath, causing sparks to fly in multiple directions. Thank you, Master Muramasa.. I will deal with my previous master... If you dont mind... Yamagiri said, as Muramasa smiled, and turned around, opening a Garganta to leave. Hayami didn't care who he was or where he went, but she had to deal with the problem at hand.

Deal with me, Yamagiri? What are you talking about...? Hayami asked - the expression of her face was of pure confusion. Yamagiri pointed her sword at Hayami, You were never fit to hold me... to use MY powers... And it took Lord Muramasa to help me realise that. You simply used me, and I will show you that i am not just a tool!! she yelled, glaring at Hayami. Hayami looked at her feet, as a tear rolled down her cheek, I... did no such thing... you were my companion... Yamagiri. Hayami managed to say, becoming very emotional.

Don't look away from your enemy, HayAMI Yamagiri shouted, using a shunpo, appearing in front of Hayami, bringing her blade down on Hayami's shoulder. Hayami didn't dare move, and allowed the blade to pass through her left shoulder, immobilizing her left arm. She looked up at Yamagiri as she felt the blood flow down her body, I will not fight you, Yamagiri. I refuse... Hayami said, having some difficulty from the pain in her shoulder. And that is why you are weak, Hayami! Yamagiri shouted, raising her blade once more to slash at Hayami.

This time, Hayami acted in defense, and used her right hand to block the blow, parrying it, only before stabbing it through Yamagiri's wrist. I will not... Fight you... Hayami said, looking into Yamagiri's eyes. Yamagiri let out a small grimace, simply because of the pain, but only after, shouting CHILL!, and using the moisture in the air to create a giant spear of ice appeared, which then shot towards Hayami's right leg. There was nothing she could do, but simply sit there and allow it. It passed through, shattering the bone, and coming out from the opposite end.

I... Will not... Fight you... But... A fight is from both ends... I simply must subdue you... Hayami said slowly, as the pain was growing greater, and blood was slowly pouring from her shoulder and leg. She used her left foot to kick Yamagiri an unimaginable distance away, only to throw down her Zanpakutou and point her finger at Yamagiri. A wild black whip-looking energy formed on Hayami's fingers, as she stared at Yamagiri, who was holding her rib cage, and Hayami shut her eyes tightly. Hado Number 90... Kurohitsugi ... Hayami said, as the black energy disappeared.. only to reappear in a box-formation around Yamagiri.

Hayami closed her eyes tightly, and tried blocking out Yamagiri's loud cry of pain... But to no avail. Regardless... Hayami had won, but Yamagiri had disappeared... and where she stood, was simply Yamagiri's sealed state... broken...
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PostSubject: Re: Hayami Rentai   Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:42 pm

Well, as usual, everuthing looks detailed and great.
So......
Your approved as a Viz Lord ^^
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