Thrill of the kill. (Firechild)

[ZR0 C00L]

It was a warm cloudless night. The streets in downtown Tokyo were lit up brightly, the city was still teaming with people. Though it was well past sundown, giant masses of people could be seen scurrying about. Like little mice, or ants.

"Yeah!..... ANTS!" A voice exclaimed.

Daijiro sat in his office at Q industries. It had a good view of the city being as high up as it was, not like he would really mind if it was a brick wall. He almost never came to it. Daijiro leaves the running of his fathers company of which he owns majority stock, to its board of directors. But on a few occasions there were mandatory things that required his attention (signature). Other times he comes to Q industries on his own behalf and mainly orders projects that only benefit him. Being the boss does have its perks. BUT. When he did show up for business they usually kept him around all day signing paper after paper, approving projects. Exactly the things the board is supposed to be doing for him. He guessed they thought whenever he showed up it gave them a chance to have the night off. Bastards. He thought to himself.

The young teen had been in the office since 8 in the morning. Far too long for a sixteen year old CEO of a multi billion dollar company to be in an office. Especially with how beautiful the day was, the weatherman had called for rain in the midday so Daijiro didn't think he would be missing out on anything special since all he had been looking forward to was riding his new motorcycle to the beach anyhow. Well the so called meteorologist was dead wrong, there wasn't so much as drop of rain all day. Daijiro looked at the stack of papers awaiting his ok and sighed, when suddenly the presence of a hollow could be felt on the other side of the city.

"Saved by the bell" The Quincy stated.

Relieved that he might actually have some fun after all, Daijiro actually found himself thanking the hollow momentarily until the faces of his parents flashed through his mind and all traces of joy had been banished from his body. Killed by hollows when he was a child, Daijiro has since sworn vengeance on all hollows and hunts as many of the beasts as he can find, exacting from each dead hollow a sense of justice.

Daijiro ran through the underground parking lot and quickly hopped onto his bike. Thankful that at least the weatherman didn't say it would rain in the morning so he wasn't driven in or had taken a taxi. The engine turned over with its banshee like scream, a flick of the wrist later and the boy was speeding through the gates that building security were barely able to raise in time. Streaking down the streets and weaving through traffic, he made his way towards the feel of the hollows energy. It was no menos but it was stronger than most of the lower hollows that he'd usually find in this area. Speaking of this area. The hollow felt as if was near but couldn't quite pin it down, until it hit him.

A large black hollow the tell tale white mask indicative of its race and a set of jaws that made you think of Jurassic park swatted his Yamaha sending him and the bike sailing through the air. Surprised but not shaken, Daijiro launched himself away from his most prized possession landing on the pavement below with a soft thud, just as his bike came down....and was not so lucky. It sounded as id his bike had been smashed into a few pieces after impacting the road but Daijiro couldn't bear look at it. Rage built up inside him and he set his sights on the monster responsible.

The hollow, was running a muck through the city and civilians were gonna get injured if the quincy let emotion overtake his reason. Even if it was an r-1. He scornfully proceeded to herding people to move in to opposite direction from the beast they couldn't see causing a near mass panic bordering on hysteria. The hollow on its part paid no heed to the boy and at this he was stunned, hollows like this were creatures of instinct and desired bodies full of reiatsu like his own. Seeing the creature move it was as if it was on the hunt but with him going in the opposite direction of Daijiro, what could it be hunting?

With the crowd out of harms way and the hollow escaping, Daijiro moved quickly. The enemy was rounding a corner and Daijiro had big plans for him, he was gonna take out all the days frustrations on this monster and it would make everything better. He just had to.........

The scene before him made him clench his jaw with rage born from utter disappointment. The hollow was vanishing into thin air. Vanquished, but not by he someone had stolen his reprieve, his opportunity to let out the steam of losing his bike. And most important, his chance to take back that bit of justice for his family. He couldn't see the person responsible just yet as the hollows dissipating form blocked him for the moment but it wouldn't belong till he laid on the person who had stolen his moment.

"What the fuck are you doing? I had that one. You some kind of CLOWN?" The boy shouted.

[Firechild]

Rays of golden sunlight flowed down towards a tree at the edge of a field in northern Rukongai, only to have it's descent stopped by it's branches. Below these branches, in the cool shade that they created, sat a loan figure weaving her fingers back and forth on a priceless loom from which strands of different colored yarn and string hung. The weaving was with exact precision not being comparable to any others in all of Soul Society. Hikaru leaned back against the tree she was under and surveyed her work thusfar. She nodded in sastisfaction and was about to return to her work when a voice from across the field called out to her. "Lieutenant Hikaru!" It was one of the low seated members of the 10th Divsion, dressed in the typical Shinigami attire with his shaggy black hair tied into a spiked bun. He bowed when he reached her.

Hikaru's expression hardened. "At ease soldier. What news drives you to seek me out?" Maybe she was a little cold, but it was this reason that her squad held her in such high reguard. She was hard enough on everyone equally, to prepare them for the future

"Forgive me for intterupting Lieutenant. But there has been reports of a very strong Hollow. And all of the Division 10 aside from myself and the Captain are on away missions." The Shinigami's name was Aijiro. Ranked at 5th Seat.

The fact that all of Division 10 was...occupied was fairly unrealistic to Hikaru, but she shrugged it off deciding she would talk to her Captain about it later. "Very well...I will take care of this. Dismissed." Aijiro bowed in respect and left the field in a hurry to get back to whatever he was doing. Surely it was something worth rushing to, and not trying to just get away from the Vice Captain of the Outer Deffense Division. Hikaru stood up and Shunpo'd away from the FIeld and eventually reached the Barracks.

Fifteen minutes later Hikaru stood on the top of a building in Downtown Tokyo, scanning the area with her piercing alayctical gaze sat Hikaru. A warped cry filled her ears as the Hollow sensed her Reietsu and hungered after it. It was below her...Making it's way down the street causing havoc and mayhem in it's wake. "Alright Junsei...might as well get this over with..." She told her Zanpakuto who happened to be sleeping at that moment.

"You get that bug Hikaru-chan..." The massive panther yawned and went back to sleep. Hikaru rolled her eyes and mentally prodded her Zanpakuto sharply. "I'm awake...I'm awake...If you really can't do this by yourself, I suppose I can help you..." Hikaru ignored the jest rolling her eyes again. And leaped down from the sky scraper landing softly in front of the White Mask who halted and stared at Hikaru briefly before letting out another roar and launching at her. The Vice Captain didn't give it any chance to so much as finish it's battle cry as she impaled it with a dagger. She watched as it dissipated into the air when a cry of outrage sounded off from the other side.

"What the fuck are you doing? I had that one. You some kind of CLOWN?" The voice was definitely male, and as he came into view through the finally disintegrated Hollow, Hikaru registered him as a Quincy. A strong one at that. She narrowed her eyes in anger at his arrogance.

"You impudent little brat...I am Hikaru Sutego, Vice Captain of the 10th Division of Outer Deffense. You would due to show me a bit more respect." Calculation and irritation coated her voice as the dagger that impaled the Hollow threw the center of it's bleached mask flew back into her hand.

[ZR0 C00L]

"You impudent little brat...I am Hikaru Sutego, Vice Captain of the 10th Division of Outer Deffense. You would due to show me a bit more respect."

The nerve. Daijiro thought to himself. Just who did this girl think she was? Not that he had any prejudice against shinigami but he hated when they acted as if they were above humans. And even if on another day that his most beloved possession was not destroyed and he had not been robbed of his vengeance, Daijiro may have even realized that he had been the one to insult her first but as things stood right now, the boy felt his face flush with rage and rationality was becoming an increasingly vaguer concept to him.

"You think I should show YOU respect? For what? Interfering with our business, HUMAN business. Shinigami like you are the worst kind of trash." The boy spoke. "This is OUR world!. Dead things like you should stay in yours."

Daijiro felt himself slipping further past the point of no return. he wasn't being rational but he was far from caring. This woung woman demanding his respect for no reason other than the fact she existed was ridiculous to him. Without realizing it, Daijiro felt himself sliding his hand into his pocket and pulling out a silver tube. He held it in his hand for a second and without warning tossed it at the shinigami's feet.

"Tilt the goblet to the west - Emerald Grail!" The Quincy called out.

After saying the incantation the silver tube at Hikaru's feet detonated, causing a fair sized explosion. Daijiro knew that since she was a vice captain she would not be so easily beat and most likely would have dodged. In anticipation of a counter attack, Daijiro formed his bow and got ready to move if necessary.

[Firechild]

Who did this Quincy boy think he was? Does he have any idea how hard the 10th Division worked to keep the entire world being overun by Hollow? It was the arrogant spiritually aware like this that drove the Outer Deffense unit to such lengths. "Why you-" but she didn't have time to finish her sentense as a silver phial flew towards her from the Quincy's hand. "Blast..."


Hikaru groaned as she realised she wouldn't be able to avoid fighting and swiftly stepped forward towards the flying silver tube, before vanishing and reappearing behind her target with Junsei Ryoshi drawn. "Tilt the goblet to the west!" Hikaru swore silently to herself as she realised she only just barely escaped the blast. "Emerald Grail!" The explosion rent the air where Hikaru stood moments before. She reappeared behind Daijiro and prepared to slice open a certain tendon in the Quincy's shoulder that would rend him unconscious, yet not be a fatal blow.

"I told you to respect me for a reason kid..." Hikaru said sternly and with a touch of sorrow that she had to take such measures to protect the world of the living.

[ZR0 C00L]

The speed of his opponent was more than impressive, but Daijiro had been ready. Being able to feel the vice captains reaitsu gathering behind him, gave Daijiro a slight chance to roll forwards. The feel of the shinigami's onyx dagger biting into his upper shoulder and down his back slightly as he rolled made him clench his jaw tight, a muffled grunt escaping his closed teeth.

The wound was merely a flesh wound thanks to his quick sense and reaction it had not gone deep. It bled freely, absorbing into his shirt staining it crimson. Daijiro knew that he could not win this fight by allowing her to dominate him in close quarters taking chunks of him at a time. Not when he himself was better at a distance. His mind worked at lightning speed and almost as soon the idea came to him, Daijiro went to work putting it into action.During his roll forward Daijiro had palmed a second silver tube and had began an incantation before tossing it once again at the shinigami's feet as he finished.But this time it was different.

"GRITZ"

As he called out the name of the attack. A Grey rubbery substance in the form of a pentacle sprang from the tube and would wrap around his foe Although it could not contain someone of her strength for very long,it would give Daijiro a chance to get some space. He sprung to his feet and aimed his bow in the direction of his attack. If She had not been captured then Daijiro would fire on her and try to drive her on the defensive since at a range her daggers wouldn't be of much use., but if she had been he would take cover in the few seconds it took to break free.

[Firechild]

Ugh...Quincies... The Vice Captain groaned inwardly as she twisted her arms carefully so as not to dislocate her shoulder as the grey matter wrapped around her. She examined the Binding Quincy Art, and decided a simple Hanki would do the trick. She released a flare of her Reietsu, instantly disolving the substance. Scanning the area through the smoke, Hikaru noticed that he was keeping his distance. "So...he thinks he can best me using ranged combat does he?" The Precision Fighter muttered. "I'll show him not to underestimate me..." Hikaru leapt off the ground and thrust her daggers forward. "Fire, Junsei Ryoshi." A shockwave of Reietsu radiated outwards from Hikaru as he Zanpakuto released and reformed into a pair of Desert Eagles.

"Underestimating your opponent leads to destruction, you would do well to remember that Quincy." Hikaru stood in the center of the road, looking around to make sure there were no living or pluses in the area that would be harmed from the two combatants. Finally, sastisfied that there would be no casualties of innocents, she pointed her left pistol at the Quincy. "Ryoku..." A blast of energy erupted from the end, quickly coellesing into a spherical shape. Hikaru raised the other pistol, pointing at the center of the energy sphere. "Bakuha." Another blast of energy fire from the other pistol, colliding with the first. The entire mass raced towards the Quincy at a fairly high velocity. Though if he was actually able to see it coming, he would easily avoid it.

[ZR0 C00L]

Just as he imagined, his gritz technique was only able to hold her for a short while. In that time the young Quincy had pulled back a distance of about one hundred yards away from his opponent. Thinking himself to have the advantage, Daijiro did not immediately attack when she broke free of her bonds, rather he waited and allowed the smoke to clear awaiting an unobstructed shot.

Daijiro was momentarily pleased when his opponent leapt into the air, but as she thrust her daggers forward and began her first release. The smirk on his face had vanished.

"Fire, Junsei Ryoshi." She called out.

The twin daggers the shinigami held took on a glow as a pulse of reiastu burst forth from them. When her twin pistols came in to view Daijiros face nearly dropped.

"......." The boy was speechless,.

"Underestimating your opponent leads to destruction, you would do well to remember that Quincy." Gloated the shinigami.

His mind was racing, thinking of new strategies while still recovering from the state of shock his opponent having pistols put him in. By that time the girl had prepared her attack and released it.

"Ryoku..." She hollered as a large orb of reiatsu came forth from her gun's barrel.

Daijiro didn't have much time to examine the ball of light, but it didn't take someone with his keen energy detection skills to know that it was bad news. But soon after its development it was sent forward by a second shot that was beam like in nature.

"Bakuha."

Knowing he had little time to react, Daijiro brought his bow up and hurriedly prepared an arrow. The archer loosed his bow as the attack neared him and the two attacks met at two thirds the distance between Daijiro and Hikaru. The resulting explosion shook the ground with a great force and left a small orbital crater even though it had detonated above ground. The force of the blast shattered nearly all of the windows in the immediate area around the explosion and rained glass down onto the pavement below.

As the explosion rang off, Daijiro brought his arms up in an X formation and braced for impact. Fierce winds and extreme pressure pushed against the boys frame. It was enough to send him sliding backwards with his feet skidding on the concrete. The fabric on his sleeves was slightly tattered and smoking as Daijiro raised his head revealing that he had received some minor cuts and was caked in a layer of dust, he was none the worse for wear.

"What you said earlier about not underestimating people" He began, is confidence apparent.

"You should take your own advice." Daijiro finished, his smirk returning.

Without wasting time, Daijiro began firing a series of arrows (3) at Hikaru.

[Firechild]

The wind that was released from the explosion flared towards her. She shielded her face with one arm, the other pointing a pistol towards the center of the massive power that collided between the two. "Stupid...kid..." The Shinigami braced herself and was sent skidding back a couple yards, driving trenches into the pavement. If he's not more careful...he'll destroy more then the windows over here. She narrowed her eyes and scanned through the clearing smoke.

"What you said earlier, about not underestimating people." The Quincy Boy started, his confidence something akin to those in the 11th Division. "You should take your own advice..." He finished a smirk spreading across his face as he loosed a trio of arrows at Hikaru. She clutched the twin pistols that were her Zanpakuto and fired a shot from each at the oncomming arrows. Making miniature explosions in the air. She swore silently to herself as the thrid arrow grazed her shoulder hard drawing a good deal of blood.

Hikaru ground her teeth, staring at the Quincy with cold calculation. "Kid...You have picked a fight with the wrong girl..." She spoke deathly quiet, yet loud enough for the Quincy to hear her, and feel the pure power that resonated from her. The Precision Fighter leaped into the air, flipping upside down and spinning around, her hair whipping about her. Scores of blasts released themselves from Junsei Ryoshi as she spun around at high speeds. "Rasen-" She began as she righted herself in the air and aimed both pistols at the Quincy, her eyes filled with nothing but a piercing look that seemed to stare right through one's soul. The blasts gathered in a spiral before her as she squeezed both the triggers of her Zanpakuto. "-furea!" A pair of blasts erupted from Junsei Ryoshi, speeding at a grueling pace towards the Quincy. And so, every blast that was fired from the pistols stopped spiraling and lanced downwards towards the area the Quincy Boy was standing in.

[GoldenKitten]

Moved to Dead RP's.