[Invite Only] Points Of No Return

[Yamimaru]

A sudden Gargantuan opened in the sky, close to a tower, a really tall tower, maybe the tallest of the entire town. Then, Constantine walked out from the Gargantuan as soon as it opened. After that, the Gargantuan closed slowly, while Constantine admired the night by staring at the sky, but suddenly he felt a weird feeling in the air, something was wrong, maybe because it was a really cold day in Karakura Town and almost nobody was outside walking along the streets, the stores weren't open and all the cars and buildings were covered of snow. Or maybe because there was so much silence; that there was not even a scream of help or of fear around or far away, not even an insect whistling or singing. “It’s indeed scary not to hear or watch around something common like that in this town, don’t you think?” The shadow suddenly appeared from behind Constantine and after that it stared at him while it asked curiously. But still, Constantine didn’t answer its question.

“Damn you! I curse you, your friends, your Zanpakutou and everything that’s related with you!” It yelled in desperation after hearing no reply from Constantine. But after that, Constantine turned his sight towards the shadow and then all of a sudden he laughed, while the shadow got confused of why he did that. “Why… the hell are you laughing of me?! Didn’t you hear what I just said?! I curse everything that’s related with you!” Constantine noticed that the shadow was not only confused but also frustrated and mad as hell. But for him it was really funny what the shadow just said, because for him, the meaning of ‘related’ was ‘to be with’. “I’m laughing because I had the feeling to do it. And yes, I heard what you said perfectly. But anyway, you know it’s just hollow stuff.” Constantine replied amusing, but he also tried to contain himself of laughing but after that he couldn’t take it anymore and he started to laugh again, while the shadow began to curse and get madder with him, it was more and more each moment that passed.

So, after a few moments, both of them tried to control themselves, it was enough laughing and hatred. Constantine was in the ‘World of the Humans’ because he didn’t have something interesting to do in Hueco Mundo; all the missions he had there had been covered by Angela; and all thanks to his instinct of survival or A.K.A. astuteness and trickery. He wasn’t proud of himself but it was boring trying to do missions, but mostly it was tiring. “Every mission does not only get tougher but also odder. It may be for my good, but this time it’ll be a no-no.” He thought uninterested while he watched the stars on the sky.

Constantine sighed because there was nothing for him to do at the Material World at the end, he was really bored obviously, but he wanted to do something so badly, so he went towards the roof of a building which he chose by luck. He sat down over it and he waited for something to happen. A couple of hours passed while the night was still covering all the sky, and the morning was getting closer and closer. He thought of taking the opportunity of a life-time to have a look at the sun raising. So, he waited some hours again, but this was for the sun to come and rise on the sky. He was by now bored till dead but he knew that the patience would ‘grow something beautiful.’

Until he turned to below and noticed something interesting, something was moving, so he went there as fast as he could to investigate what it was [Haste], while he completely forgot about ‘why was he waiting so long’. So once he got there, he saw a medium-size container that was moving frequently, there were also low but noticeable sounds that were coming out from the container. Constantine decided to unsheathe his Zanpakutou slowly so that nothing could notice his presence. But then the container suddenly barked and Constantine got surprised so he fully released his Zanpakutou and he tried to cut in half the container but his Zanpakutou stopped half-way of cutting the entire huge cubical metal. “Damn it.” He murmured after noticing what just happened. And suddenly an strange animal came out from behind the container, it was a damn dog, Constantine couldn’t believe it, it was so… odd. And finally after a few moments of silence, he tried to pull out his Zanpakutou, but it was stuck.

So he tried to remove it from there by pulling it harder and harder each moment and after a few pulls he did it, but the impulse was too much for his balance that it made him fall to the ground. Fortunately he fell over some bags and empty boxes, but unfortunately it smelt horrible. “Oh come on, not my clothes.” He said mad while he noticed a really strong but horrible smell. So he stood up as fast as he could while at the same time he grabbed his Zanpakutou and he walked a few steps away from there. His clothes were now dirty and covered of thrash from the bags and thrashed food of the building that was beside of him, maybe it was a restaurant or a market, he was unsure but still the main problem was his clothes, so he removed some thrash that got stuck to his jacket and his hakama. While the shadow was now laughing of him, maybe it was destined to him to happen this and all because he laughed of the shadow, karma maybe?

“Nah, it was just pure coincidence.” He thought while he stared at the shadow angrily. “Moron.” He murmured after noticing the shadow laughing. Then he sighed, he sheathed his Zanpakutou in his new scabbard, which he promised not to use it as a weapon or get it destroyed this time. He was happy about it, but in the same time bored and mad because this time there was not only no one for him to fight, but also no one for him to talk to, in person. “Disgusted? Unhappy? Bored? Humiliated? What’s next? This damn shadow getting this time stronger than me?” He asked to himself rhetorically. But then, he heard something moving from behind him, the shadow suddenly disappeared and he unsheathed his Zanpakutou as fast as he could towards the thing that he heard moving. He got surprised after watching who it was.

[SMKels]

Not a second had gone by since he stepped out of a senkai gate, and already Kuro regretted his choice. He was so accustomed to it being warm in the world of the living, that he expected it to be much of the same. But this time, things were different. It was cold here. Freezing cold. “Great.” He thought to himself. “How can I relax and slack off if I’m so cold I can’t feel my toes?” Of course, he was over exaggerating. He hadn’t been there long enough for his toes (or any body part for that matter) to be frozen beyond feeling. Rarely one to complain, he shrugged it off and began walking around, checking out his snow covered surroundings.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, causing his eyes to go wide. Seeing the blankets of snow all over, he wondered if this meant that Captain Hitsugaya, or the Rukia Kuchiki were possibly in the area doing battle. He knew they both had wintry zanpaktos, so therefore their releases and abilities could cause this to be happening. At least, that’s what he told himself. Trying his hardest to detect any spiritual pressure – which he knew he was no good at – he attempted to locate them, in case they needed assistance. “Yeah, like that’ll work…” He thought to himself. That’s when it hit him. Both of them had ice type swords; not necessarily winter or snow. Therefore, it was probably unlikely they caused this. Besides, he would probably hear some kind of explosions or screaming if they were nearby. “Silly me.” He mumbled with a smile. “In fact, I saw the tenth squad captain back in Soul Society before I even came here.” He added, shaking his head at himself.

“Moving on.” He thought as he continued walking down the white streets. Feeling himself getting colder, he got an idea as a human was walking towards him. It was clear that she could see him, as their eyes locked on to each other. Her face showed that although she wasn’t scared, she was concerned. Probably because there was a man dressed in all black, carrying a sword on his waist. Once he got close enough to her, he reached for the red scarf that was around her neck. “Yoink!” He said as he snatched it away from her. “I’ll be taking this now.” He said, trying to sound as threatening as possible. She simply stopped and stared at him; contemplating taking it back. That is, until her eyes fell on the blade in his sash. “Jerk!” She yelled as she ran away from him. All he could do was laugh as he wrapped his stolen prize around his neck.

Growing tired of walking, he climbed up to the rooftops to get a good look around the town. Once he got there, he walked over to the ledge and scanned the area. There really weren’t many people out, likely because of the weather conditions. “Blah! Looks like there’s not much fun to be had.” He said aloud. Just then, a sly smile spread across his face. “Or is there?” Noticing a man walking down the street, he got an idea. Scooping up a handful of snow, he rolled it into a perfect ball. Waiting for the right moment, he watched as the man got closer and closer. “Wait for it. Wait for it… Now!” He thought as he dropped the ball down to the streets below. He laughed as he watched his projectile hit it’s target, landing directly on the man’s head. His laughing had grown hysterical once he saw the human stop and look around, a look of confusion on his face.

He stopped his laughter abruptly once he heard what sounded like metal colliding with metal. “Could that be what I think?” He thought as he descended from the roof. A small giggle escaped his lips as his landing kicked some snow up, frightening the already confused human. Fearing the worst, he had no time to stick around, so he ran towards the sound. After a short while, he arrived on the scene of the sound. As expected, there was a hollow there. To be more specific, it was an arrancar. But he wasn’t fighting a soul reaper. Instead, his blade was stuck in a metal container. “So that’s what that noise was.” He thought. “But why?” Getting closer, he noticed a dog run from the container. Raising his eyebrow in confusion, he wondered what was going on. “Is he attacking that dog?” He asked himself.

Inching closer, he noticed that it was someone he had met before. He watched as the arrancar clumsily fell to the ground as he pulled his sword from the container. He quickly covered his mouth with his left hand stifle his laughter. Watching an enemy falling down and covered in trash was most amusing to him. Kuro continued moving towards him. He was paying so much attention to his foe that he didn’t notice an empty glass bottle in front of him. That is, until he kicked it into a nearby wall. His smile held in place as the arrancar turned to face him, with his zanpakto unsheathed and ready for battle. “Well if it isn’t Constantine.” He said. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” He paused as he looked at his counterpart’s zanpakto. “Is that really necessary?” He added as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

[CSasuke]

Meanwhile on an entirely different place a young man was walking through the streets, the young man had just worked a whole day in the small store around the corner. While walking he was thinking back about his day, some wacky stuff had happened to him today.

*Bang!*

Suddenly a gunshot was fired outside the shop. The young man, who was currently restocking the milk, looked outside. Outside he saw a rather small man, wearing a coat made out of fur, the man walked into the store and showed his gun by stretching his arm and swinging it high into the air, well what was high for him, the gun nearly reached the two meter.

With a sudden movement he tried to get close to the young man and grab him. But the not so animal friendly man didn't expect that the young man was quite strong and fast. The young man placed his hand on the shoulder of the man. With incredible speed he placed a leg next to the man. With a huge swing the young man pulled the man over his leg and the man fell to the ground.

The man tried to soften his own fall by letting go of the gun and placing his hands on the ground. The man’s action was successful, but as a result the gun dropped on and fired a single round. The next moment a woman’s scream could be heard and the bullet struck a little kid. Luckily not in any vital part of his body just his lower right leg.

Everybody was in a shock, and the man tried to use that to flee, but the young man wasn't going to allow such thing. So he grabbed the whist of the man, he placed his foot on the back of the man, and pulled at it until the arm of the man was entirely stretched. With a voice full of rage the young man said:

"Stay on the ground, or I'll break you arm!"

On response the man stayed on the ground, moving as little as possible not to upset the young man any more, or his arm would be broken.

In the next twenty minutes the store would fill up with blue and white. Police to arrest the man, and the doctors to save the little boy. It appeared that someone had called the police and the ambulance.

"Damn it, little boy. Please survive, please."

The young man, being entirely hidden in a reiatsu masking cloat and a fluffy scarf couldn't think about anything else. He just kept praying that the little boy was all right. His face was entirely hidden, so it couldn't be seen, but under the scarf and coat there were tears falling down the cheek of the young man.

Without noticing anything at all he kept walking, blaming himself of what had happened. But after a little while he stopped immediately, not because his thoughts were gone, but because he bumped right into a young woman, both of them fell over and ended with their butt into the snow.

"I'm very sorry miss, I wasn't paying attention."

With an arrogant look on her face the woman stood up and walked further, when she passed the young man, who was still stuck with his butt in the snow, she just replied with:

"Get lost."

The young man, knowing that it was entirely his fault didn't reply anymore. With his butt still in the snow he noticed that he was in front of an electronics shop, he noticed the television. The young man saw that the news was on and then he saw that one of the topics was about the failed robbery. The young man stood up and placed his ear against the glass so he could hear the reporter say:

"I'm in front of the hospital where little Isaac has been operated on. The doctors don't want to say much because of little Isaacs privacy, but they have said that little Isaac is going to be perfectly fine."

By hearing those words the young man immediately cheered up. He was full of energy and started running toward his home to celebrate. But suddenly he saw something in the distance, he stopped and took a good look at it, and he was greatly surprised that there were a Shinigami and an Arrancar there.

Without thinking the young man took another route, one that would lead to the roof of the building on the other side of road. Without the two noticing the young man kneeled behind the sign of the shop: Dougs Donut Dojo. The young man was interested in the two and started observing the situation.

[Mbaba7209]

Shoon stepped out of the Senkaimon slowly as he cherished the feeling that entering the realm of the Material brought him. It had been sometime since he had stepped into the world of humans and he almost forgotten the diverse sensations that accompanied entering this dimension.

It’s been sometime since I have been here…not since Bellemere. Was that really only a few months ago? he thought as he treaded carefully upon the dank asphalt of the town; apparently it had rained recently which made the atmosphere unpleasant even by Shoon’s standards.

The young shinigami felt as his zori squelched slowly with each step that he took, but he had been ordered here by Izuru to perform patrol duties. He had been unable to fulfill them before because he had been preoccupied with clearing up his business with the shinigami that had betrayed him, but that was something he chose not to let bother him now. He was enjoying the nighttime serenity when he discovered two shadowy figures in the distance and they didn’t seem to be human as far as he could tell.

Soundlessly he stalked the two persons from a distance while maintaining a nonchalant attitude; keeping his body upright and his hands tucked neatly away into the sleeves of his shihakusho, Shoon knew that he looked unimposing. An excitement crawled through his skin as he neared the two. It was a tingling that he knew too well and his face continued to remain expressionless, Shoon understood immediately what his body was trying to communicate to him. Coincidentally at the same time that this rush came over him, the young soul reaper became acutely aware of the weight of the zanpakutou resting at his left hip; it felt as if the blade itself desired the same blood that he did, but Shoon knew better than to give in to wild desires like that. He still had to kill Jin Kazama and causing trouble here tonight would only hinder his goals, but still he couldn’t help the tremor that shook his hand as he closed the gap that had been between himself and the two figures. Stopping a few paces away from them Shoon observed them for a moment before he chose to speak.

“It seems I’ve met this shinigami before. Your name is Kuro Annon, right?”

He began the conversation by initially only referring to the shinigami that he had noticed.

He could tell immediately that the other being that stood in the area was an arrancar and at that point he could hear a distant growl. The beast that had been sleeping within him had smelled the foul blood of the arrancar and sensed a feast coming on.

I wonder what a shinigami would be doing out at this time of the night with an arrancar. All alone, as well... he pondered curiously. Refusing to involve himself in their business too much Shoon kept his eyes focused upon the figure of the shinigami while trying to maintain his lucid composure, but even he could feel as a dangerous glint came into his eyes. Swallowing slowly Shoon wondered how much longer he would be able to stay his blade with prey standing right in front of him. He tried to recount the rule that he had made for the espionage mission that he had assigned himself: Act as everyone thought you ought to, yet do what you wanted. The question was whether the insatiable monster that roiled in the depths of his soul would sleep quietly tonight; if not blood was sure to spill.

[Yamimaru]

(OCC: Sorry but it was all my little brain could give for today, let's see if it functions better next time lol)

Constantine was really surprised after seeing it was Kuro, the first Shinigami he ever fought with, it was a coincidence that he was there, with such weather, and in such an area/situation. "You..." He replied after listening to Kuro's speech of “hi”, a really short one to be exact and really sarcastic, but there was no time to be wondering about short speeches and sarcasm, he had a Shinigami in front of him, a really dangerous one in other words, and if he stopped putting attention to him something bad could happen.

“Well, well, well, look who’s here, Kuro Annon! It’s a pleasure to meet again the Shinigami that tried to kill me. This is such a coincidence, don’t you think so?” He asked ironically while he put his hand down, the one that was holding his Zanpakutou. He knew it was a bad idea, but it was the first and best option he could do in that moment. “This could be my grave or my first murder?” He thought curiously moments after putting his sword down. “What the hell are you doing?!” But then a male echoed voice yelled in his head.

Constantine was confused; he thought it was the shadow talking to him but then Kuro interrupted him while he asked to Constantine about the time that’s been since they last met."Yes, it has been long enough to remember you very well also." He said answering Kuro's question. “If you think I have forgotten about our last fight, think again because you’re wrong.” He continued. Constantine was furious; he wanted revenge against Kuro, but… He wasn’t there because he wanted to fight, but because he wanted to have fun… but suddenly he smelt something close, was it a human or a Shinigami? He wondered, but then he realized that there was no need to be distracted thanks to something worthless like that and even more because it was a waste of time. After that he placed his hand over his forehead and he yawned.

“Humph, I’m bored as you can see… And also I wonder if you have cold, why don’t we get ourselves warmed?” There was a lot of cold in there but still, he could survive with it, no matter how much it was, the good thing was that Kuro had cold too and he wondered if Shinigami’s were tougher or weaker when it came to temperature, so like he wanted some fun, he started a game. “What do you say if we… humph… ohh the cold, the night and the weather are so… odd, odds come when something happens, and they come every time, just like now…” He said trying to make the time pass so that he could think in a plan for this situation.

“I may not be as strong as you Shinigami, but I hope I am more intelligent than you and if ‘odds’ come to my side, I hope I can survive this one.” He thought while he stood still, with his Zanpakutou ready if something happened. “I WON’T LET YOU KILL ME!” He thought desperate while he stared at Kuro, closing his eyes a little bit because he was a little tired and with a different look, a look of will, a look where he showed he was ready for anything. But then he smelt again something weird. “Damn it, what’s that smell?!” He wondered frustrate while he gained curiosity again. But he tried to forget it about it and move on with the plan.

Constantine was also a little curious about Kuro, it had been a while that he noticed that he changed. “Is it just me or you changed a little in your aspect?” He asked. After that, he turned around and he walked straight, waiting, calmly and patiently. After that, he held his Zanpakutou as strong as he could and then he smirked, he wasn’t sure if it was an evil one or it was just because he was feeling the greatness of having a plan, which it was weird tough. “Wait for it, wait for it.” He thought while he listened for footsteps or something that Kuro might be going to do to him from behind (please don’t think perverted lol).

[SMKels]

(love the last line! I lol'd)

As he waited for Constantine to speak, a voice came from a few feet away. Turning in it’s direction, he saw a shinigami. He couldn’t recall meeting the man before, but he knew Kuro’s name. Could it be that they had met before, and it just escaped his memory? It was likely. There were times when he blacked out and lost chunks of time. Looking at the soul reaper before him, he couldn’t help but notice his similarities to the former third squad captain. In fact, much like Gin Ichimaru, it was hard to get a read on the man’s face. He couldn’t tell if the man was up to no good, or if he was there to genuinely back Kuro up.

“Yes, you are correct.” Kuro replied with a slight smile accompanied with a similar nod. “I am in fact Kuro Annon, officer of the eighth squad. Is it true that we’ve met before?” He asked with a look of uncertainty on his face. He tried his hardest to remember as he stared intently at the shinigami, but to no avail. It didn’t matter how much he racked his brain, he just couldn’t remember having met him. “Maybe he heard about me through someone else.” He thought to himself with a shrug.

He smiled and turned his attention back to Constantine once the arrancar began speaking. A slight chuckled escaped his lips. “Tried to kill you?” He said. “Don’t be so foolish. If I was really trying to kill you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I was simply blocking you from interfering with Utsukushii-chan while she kicked your buddy Shino’s sorry ass.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. “You see, Constantine; I wasn’t fighting serious that time. I haven’t even shown you everything I have.” He paused for a minute. “Then again, for all I know you’ve been holding back too. It seems as though you’ve gotten stronger. “ [PESKIS]

He narrowed his eyes as his counterpart continued talking. “Bored and cold, huh?” He asked. “Well of course I’m cold. Can’t you tell by this scarf I’m wearing?” He added as he gave his stolen cloth a tug. “And just what do you mean by ‘Get ourselves warm’?” He asked with his head cocked to the left. “Just what is this guy up to?” He thought to himself. “He’s not as confrontational as he was before. In fact, it seems like he doesn’t want to fight at all. It’s as if he’d rather we relax instead of fight. Hmm… I’ll go along with this for now. Yet I won’t let my guard down.”

He was pulled from his thoughts by the arrancar’s questioning. “Umm… I don’t think so. As far as I know, I haven’t changed at all. I’m still the same shinigami that you ran into some time ago.” He paused and stared at him for a moment. “Nothing about me is different at all.” He wondered what was meant by Constantine’s comment. For a minute, he thought that maybe he was being set up. It was possible that he was being lulled into a false sense of security and letting his guard down. “Oh no. That’s not about to happen.” He thought with a smirk.

“I’ll take the bait.” He mumbled as he followed Constantine as he walked away. He had no idea what was about to happen. He could have been walking into a trap. He could be walking into some kind of an ambush. There could be a mass of hollows or even arrancar in the direction he was being led. Whatever the case may be, he wasn’t going to be a fool about it. He would stay on his toes and prepare himself for the worst. As he walked, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. That way, his right hand was only about a foot away from his zanpakto’s hilt. This would save the milliseconds that could be the difference in life or death. Looking over his shoulder, he yelled to the soul reaper who was in proximity to himself and Constantine. “Will you be joining us?” He asked as he moved forward.

[CSasuke]

The young man, was feeling more and more stressed, more and more people kept joining, so the more chance he was going to be found out. A little drip of sweat, starting at the right side of his forehead, started slowly rolling down to his cheek, to his chin and finally reached the ground, where it would make a hole in the snow, and would soon be frozen. To be safe, the young man grabbed the sheathed zanpakuto at his emerald green grip, and decreased the distance between him and it an awful lot, up to the point where he was holding it with on hand, close to his body.

The young man's ability to pick up small details told him that the Shinigami and the Arrancar, the two who had met up with each other first, were not what could be called friends, but that they knew it each other from some time ago. According to their body language, which could sometimes reveal more then wanted, the shinigami was what the young man, whenever it was because the Arrancar did something stupid or shamefull could call ‘entertained’ or because the Shinigami was full of himself couldn't be read by the young man.

The conversation didn't seem to make progress, until the Arrancar decided to make a move. The young man immediately grabbed the end of his zanpakuto which he could use to block, by doing this the young man could defend himself if he found something like that would be necessary. Luckily it didn't seem that he was found out, because the Arrancar didn't look his way, by seeing this the young man got comforted and loosened his grip up to the point where his zanpakuto fell into the snow, leaving a big print, next to the one of the sweat drop, obviously without making a sound, except the little cracking sound, like the one that could be heard if you would walk trough the snow.

The only thing that was bothering the young man was the second Shinigami, who had just recently arrived. Since he had arrived he hadn’t made a move yet, could it be that the young man was found out?

Yet another sweat drip, this time starting from the left side of his forehead, began forming, and started rolling down his cheek, then chin and falling into the snow at last, this sweat drip left a hole just like before, but this time, it was a bigger hole for the young man had formed a bigger sweat drip.

The young man continued his observation, although it was getting harder, the Arrancar and the Shinigami were starting to move while the newest Shinigami didn't by doing this the young man had to observe two targets at the same time, causing some minor problem. The young man's biggest priority was the unmoved Shinigami, because the risk that he would notice Luke was the highest, therefore the young man moved from the right side of the sign which read: Dougs Donut Dojo, to the left side of it. This way the Arrancar and the Shinigami couldn’t see him, and he could observe the unmoved Shinigami.

[Mbaba7209]

Shoon watched as Kuro and the arrancar seemed to be playing a game rather than getting ready to cross swords while his patience was slowly ebbing away; he didn’t like wasting time with meaningless opponents like the ones he saw before him. Although he had heard of Kuro Annon, from what he could remember the shinigami wasn’t anything special, but still he hadn’t expected to find someone like him out here in the middle of the dark with an arrancar for company. Remaining perfectly soundless Shoon heard a small clink off to the corner, away from the commotion of the other two individuals in the area and he became aware of a sense that he was being watched. Naturally he had no way of confirming such a thing, but the young man knew that if investigating meant finding someone different than these two buffoons then that’s what he would do. Before he could move an inch his forehead and neck area was immediately soaked with a cold sweat as an obnoxious desire to slay the shinigami and arrancar in front of him filled his mind. It wasn’t simply the dull roaring in the background of his mind that was agitating him, but he could feel as if something were crawling underneath his skin and that it would drive him mad if he didn’t insert his sword into something. What is this? I was fine just a few minutes ago, so…so why has this maddening pain sunk its self into my being like this? he struggled to understand. His left hand clutched the head tightly as if it were trying to smother agonizing pounding that resonated within his skull, but to no avail as the pounding only increased in frequency and volume.

With widened eyes Shoon all, but forgot about Kuro and the arrancar’s presence as the sensation that crawled through his skin continued to progress in intensity followed by the dampness that began to soak the nape of his shihakusho. He felt as tufts of his black hair poked through the fingers that were clutching his head, he could even hear as his heart rate began to increase, but he couldn’t understand why any of this was happening. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the ground and without having to check Shoon could feel as every blood vessel in his eye bulged painfully as the maddening pain continued to grow. Needles seemed to wedge themselves into the crevices of his skull and drill with unforgiving force; all the while the roaring increased causing the young shinigami’s blood to boil each time as if his blood was responding to some wild call. The ground seemed to shake underneath his feet as his breath increased to wild and rapid gasping that he had no control over. Inwardly he was screaming as the agony overtook him, but he willed himself to quietly quell the feeling that was emanating throughout his body so that he could at least figure out what it was that was causing such an intense reaction. With a quivering body Shoon struggled to understand what was happening to him when finally the word hit him with full force:

Kill.

This was the craving that his body was withdrawing from, it was the reason that he had felt uneasy since the moment he stepped foot through the Senkaimon; it had been sometime since he had spilt the blood of another. He had tried to focus himself so much on hunting down the shinigami that he had intended to kill that he had almost forgotten the pleasure of killing someone in cold blood. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead as he remained hunched over; it hit the ground with enough force that a small amount of liquid splashed back up from the ground toward Shoon. Straightening himself, Shoon felt as relaxation began to spread through his body once more and he knew what he had to do next. Half turning towards a nearby donut shop that had a sign that read: Doug’s Donut Dojo, Shoon raised his left index finger towards it and began to gather reiatsu into that finger; his face was completely impassive as the moist ground underneath his zori began to crackle with the extra energy that had suddenly entered the atmosphere. About there is where it came from , he reminded himself of the moment just a few seconds ago; for some reason he was sure that there was someone else that was watching these events unfurl, someone in the shadows.

“In the realm of light, allow there to be judgment passed with the wrath of God. Strike down thy enemies with furious light…Hado no Yon, Byakurai…” he finished with an even tone as a crackling lightening bolt of blue reiatsu shot towards the sign. Upon impact sparks flew from the sign moments before the sign erupted in angry flames while Shoon looked up on with no emotion response at all; whoever had been spying on them was either going to be forced to come out or they would simply burn to death. Things were going to get interesting whether he wanted them to or not.

[Yamimaru]

Constantine was happy of knowing Kuro was now going to follow him, but the confusion it then hit him. "Why doesn't he attack me? Is he trusting me? No! Impossible!" He thought while he kept walking straightforward with an unknown route until in that same moment an explosion went on from behind him, so he turned around to his back. He noticed that there was another Shinigami, just behind Kuro. "Not another one." He thought disappointed. But the moment didn't get any silence, a few moments after attacking with something strange, maybe it was his own reiatsu, it attacked again but this time it was a different attack, something more powerful. "There'll be fight so early? I thought this moment was not going to be the night for fights, but now..." He thought after watching what happened.

"I hate this!" He murmured while the other Shinigami attacked and destroyed the moment of peace of Constantine. So he went from calm to mad and furious as hell as usual. He tried to unsheathe his Zanpakutou, but then it came to him, what if this goes a two an one fight? He was now stronger but a two on one would be crazy enough for him to not get out of this alive. "What are you shooting at boy? A sign? You really hate signs so much for you to do that? Well then me too!" He shouted from where he was towards the unknown Shinigami, the sign killer (LOL!).

"So Kuro, are you having trouble with your friend? But in this occasion, if I were you, I would get out of the way, this time you'll see how I calm your friend down." And after that, he clapped 2 times and then a huge Gargantuan appeared from behind him, it opened slowly while 2 hollows came out of it [Hollow Cry I]. Then he pointed with his finger to this new Shinigami after the hollows appeared and then he smirked satisfied of finding at least something to get entertained with, even if it wasn't what he was looking for.

"OK boys, calm this guy down or at least make him be satisfied for Christ sake. And remember if you betray me you'll go to Las Noches with the Bad Boys. Now go for him!" He ordered as they both prepared for battle or well to be exact to calm this Shinigami down, he wasn't ready to fight someone, and less a Shinigami with such power, it was very scary even if he was so far away from him. "I have not been like since I met Aizen. Could this mean I'm going to battle against someone with Aizen's greatness power or will I just die thanks to a power insignificantly compared with my master?" He wondered while the hollows ran towards Shoon.

The hollows crawled thru the walls and they ran like wild animals, until they stopped very close of Shoon, it was odd to see this, would they betray him again as those two from the village of last week? "What?!...." He asked confuse of what was happening until it came to him this idea of agreeing that Shinigami could might be something compared with Aizen. And suddenly they ran away like if they have been scared thanks to something, which it was now more confusing but at the same time creepy. Not creepy as hell or heaven, but damn creepy. His body even shook a little of such stunning situation.

After that the shadow appeared from begin him and it turned its head upside down and it almost closed its eyes like if it was stressed and unlikely confused too. "Or your summonings are pathetic as hell or there's something here that it scared them away. And no it wasn't that guy, it would have been obvious to notice it but it didn't happen anything." He listened as the shadow began to speak. "I agree, but what?" He wondered as he placed his hand over the top handle of his Zanpakutou, most likely, he was getting ready for anything that it would happen. Strange, don't you think Kuro?" He asked while he walked a few steps forward in the direction this weird Shinigami.

(OCC: Sorry baba, but I couldn't contain myself, it is just funny xDD)

[SMKels]

As he followed the arrancar, he noticed his fellow shinigami had decided not to follow suit. Shrugging, he turned his attention back towards Constantine. He wondered what exactly he had in mind. Could he be trying to lull the eighth squad shinigami into dropping his guard? It was possible. But he didn’t think too much about it. He knew from their previous encounter that he was the stronger of the two. Therefore, he knew that even from a defensive standpoint, he would be fine against his foe. For a second, he thought he heard a noise in the distance. Maybe it was another shinigami coming to join in the fray. Or it could have been an another arrancar coming to Constantine’s aide. Whatever it was, he was prepared for anything that could happen.

After hearing what appeared to be heavy irregular breathing, he turned his attention to the soul reaper behind him. He was confused by what was before him. The soul reaper was clutching his head, as if he was attempting to stop a pounding headache. “Umm… Are you okay?” He asked as he took a step towards him. Kuro stopped in his tracks once he had a thought. He wondered what could have happened next. He was unsure of what this meant and feared that something bad could happen. It wasn’t impossible that the shinigami could lose himself and attack everyone in the vicinity. He could sense that his new found comrade was much stronger than he was [PESKIS]. In fact, he was as strong as – if not stronger than – the one shinigami that he would openly admit he feared; Utsukushii Shi. This realization made Kuro take a precautionary step back.

Turning his attention back towards Constantine, a smile spread across his face. “Well then arrancar,” He began. “Looks like my friend here is ready for some fun. What will you do -” He stopped talking once he heard what appeared to be chanting behind him. Looking in the direction of the voice, he was just able to catch a glimpse of lightning shoot out from his fingertip. “Whoa!” It was all Kuro could get out as he watch the hado shoot out and head towards a sign on top of a nearby building. “What in the world is he doing?” He thought. “What is he shooting at and why?”

Once he heard the arrancar rant on about the other shinigami, a loud laugh escaped his lips. “First off Constantine, I’ve never met this man, so I can’t exactly say he’s my friend. Second off, I seriously doubt you could calm him down. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but he’s much more powerful then you are. In fact, I would love to see you tr-“ His speech was interrupted by clapping and the sound of a gargantua open. Out of this rip in time and space stepped two hollows. “Eh? Seems as though he’s learned a new trick.” Kuro thought to himself. “I best not underestimate him in that case.”

As he listened to Constantine tell the hollows to attack the shinigami, he frown with disapproval. “Sending your minions to fight two on one?” He asked. “What’s up with that, arrancar?” Reaching for his zanpakto’s hilt, he quickly moved towards the summoned beasts. Before he could reach them, they had turned tail and ran away. Stopping dead in his tracks, his face went from frowning to one of confusion. “What?” He mumbled. “What kind of cowardly companions did he bring here?” With the sight of them evacuating the area, all Kuro could do is shake his head in disgust.

“Strange?” He asked. “Yes, it is strange that your brethren abandoned you like that. What’s even more strange is what you’re doing here and what your plans are. What is your agenda? What are you stalling for? The fact that you’ve had your sword out and you summoned hollows makes it clear you want a fight. Or at least, you want it to seem like you want to fight. Tell me Constantine…” He paused as he unsheathed his zanpakto. “What are you looking to accomplish?” Taking a quick glance to the side, he noticed the sign was still burning. He wondered why the shinigami did it, and if there was something up there.