Post by Hanbei Karatsu on Oct 7, 2015 14:54:07 GMT -5
Another day where any Hollows he encountered chose to die instead of help a shinigami.
Another moment where, if only for a second, Hanbei thought he would never find the Espada that had stripped him of his dignity and pride.
Trudging through Hueco Mundo, he looked to its inverse moon for some kind of inspiration. It was waning, and so was his perseverance. There had been a streak of dangerous Hollows who had decided to try and prey upon Hanbei, some of them had been killed, other driven off, and yet one still followed.
This Hollow was strange, it had hung back while a pack had thrown itself at Hanbei, only to be cut down, yet it had just watched. It looked like a mix between a hyena and raccoon, despite having a black colorless body. He had called out multiple times for it to just approach him so they could battle, but its silence was all he had got in return. For now, it was out of sight, but he knew it could not be far behind, he didn’t have enough luck left for it to have just lost interest. It would find a time to strike before he left this desolate land.
For now, he was at a bit of a dead end. There was a name that had been left with him, but it was still just a chance: Eurynome, a Vasto Lorde, one of the rare inhabitants of Hueco Mundo that would converse with a shinigami openly. A “she” apparently, but he had been warned that she was closer to an “it”.
He knew his back was to Las Noches, the only other thing he knew about his whereabouts was sand. So much fucking sand. He passed over the top of another dune, half-sliding down its slope. So many more to come, so little company to have.
The irony of you finding it annoying. Might you release me so we can add to its mass?
Hilarious. We did that a few hours ago, no need to do it again.
I might say the same about your encounters here. Each seems to end with me in hand, and us no better off. There’s no way we can end up leaving here without meeting someone who can kill us.
Sounds like a good time.
Into the distance he saw something that was only surprising the first time, an Arrancar. Alone, and it didn’t come off as too strong, gaging abilities through reiatsu was something he had become much better at during his time here. In a moment he flash-stepped and closed the distance between them, although he stopped a few dunes away, getting a much better look at the Arrancar. She, which was obvious, looked incredibly young, teenager age maybe, and unlike most of her race, lacked the war-torn look on her face. She was incredibly petite, and her mask hung around her eyes and down her cheeks, her hair standing out in the landscape.
There was a feeling that stirred in him for the first time since coming here, a feeling that he hated feeling, especially since she was an Arrancar: he was physically attracted to her. Maybe it was her hair, maybe it was her unblemished skin and bare feet, but there was a sexual undertone he found in it all.
Well there’s never a bad time for a quickie y’know.
The comment pushed him over the edge, his attraction to her turning into violence. He drew Sabi Shokan and launched himself at the unaware girl, she seemed aloof enough to be unaware, and went to grab for her small throat, a desire forming as he saw how smooth the nape of her neck was, and held his zanpakuto up in the other, tip pointed at the girls beautiful face. The gap between the two faces was small, and in a moment he was suddenly examining her features, finding them even more impressive this close up.
“You’ve got only a moment to tell me what I want know before I drive my sword into your fragile body. I want your name, and the names of any habitants of Hueco Mundo that you know the location of.” The threat was meant to scare her into cooperation, but with every second that passed, he found he’d rather be seducing than intimidating her.
WC- 724/724. GP- 14/14.