Post by Tagz on Apr 9, 2009 16:20:49 GMT -4
Shinigami
General Info
Name:
Dara Yokubari (Yoku / Yoku-san)
[Surname, Given Name (Preferred Names)]
Gender:
The absolutely most unfeminine manliest male man to ever walk amongst men and grace the Earth with his manly male masculinity…
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… yea…
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… he’s a man… >.>
Age:
401
Division:
Ninth
Rank:
4th Seat
Physical Description:
Yoku is arguably the most handsome man to grace the living and the deceased with his presence. He is the embodiment of the divine proportions that would even make Leonardo Fibonacci proud. His facial features are flawless and his eyes burn a bright and illuminating blue. He wears earrings with an interesting red tuft at the end as only the manliest of men do. His hair is a navy blue and easily reflects sunlight. This hair is usually unkempt and falls aimlessly around his face and sides. At the back however, his hair is tied neatly with a small red wrap that creates a single long ponytail that reaches down to about mid-back. Yoku also has a tattoo wrapping around his left arm depicting the Sunda Islands. He also has strange tribal markings along his left forearm and coating his entire torso. His Indonesian half-blood is illustrious in that his skin tone is vaguely darker than the rest of his Japanese brethren.
Yoku stands at a sizable 5’11”. He is roughly a hundred and seventy pounds. His body is well toned and lean. Despite his cut abs and Pecs and whatnot, his physical prowess is more driven towards speed then it is raw strength. And with his inability to put a destructive force behind his blows simply by tightening his biceps he must rely on Kidou and such to add the explosive power to his attacks that we all love so much.
For the most part, Yoku does not wear the typical Shinigami attire. Though the pants and sandals remain the same, Yoku’s wears a sleeveless black shirt. Though it is incapable of being opened, and a plain white undershirt can be seen protruding from the nonexistent sleeves and from under the collar. His shirt is not tucked in and his white undershirt is seen hanging from there as well. His shirt has white outlines along the collar, bottom, and where the seams where the sleeves should be. He is usually seen with a red ribbon tied around forehead and wears two red wristbands around each wrist. His Zanpakuto is slipped into the red ribbon tied around his waist.
Personality:
It goes without saying that men as handsome as Yokubari are extremely arrogant and proud of their facial features. Yet despite his love of his appearance, Yoku refuses to properly groom himself. However, his love for his looks is only surpassed by his love for carnage and his love for women. In his eyes, women are God’s gift to mankind and he is God’s gift to women. However, his luck with women only comes from his staggeringly good looks as his approach to them is… well… insulting. Then again, it really depends on the type of woman who he’s speaking to. If she enjoys compliments about her bosoms, behind, and hourglass figure than Yoku would be the perfect conversationalist. However, the shy women who feel uncomfortable towards his approaches should stay weary of this man. Interestingly enough the woman whom Yoku finds the most irresistible is his very own Captain, Laetitia.
The one thing that is greater than Yoku’s immense love for women is his love for carnage. The sound of screams of pain excites him. The sight of dripping blood is as enthralling as the finesse of the perfectly curved body. He is a bona fide sadist. Witnessing the pain and suffering of others is, to him, seen as one of life’s greatest pleasures. However, actually being the cause of the pain and suffering of others is simply orgasmic. The mere sounds of even the most distant cries of pain causes Yokubari’s heart to beat rapidly. His eyes widen and he begins to breathe heavily. However, the sight of blood creates and even grander bloodlust. Hardly being able to control himself, his eyes turn to a vibrant and unnatural shade of red. This oddity is quite… odd. When Yoku begins to lose control over himself, all rational thought cease to exist within his mind and his sole objective is to shed as much of it as possible. Yoku’s eyes pick up a more frenzied or possessed appearance. In the midst of battle, Yoku’s frantic and chaotic demeanor is coupled with ruthless aggression and a mass hysteria of offensive strikes to bring about a quick and sadly painless death. However, to those unfortunates who are brought to the Ninth Division, Yoku takes his time and thoroughly enjoys dismembering, disemboweling, skinning, and possibly torturing them through the most gruesome ways possible and toss them into a large blender made entirely of foam.
Yoku’s pet peeves are absent. He has no real dislikes. However, there are many things he does like. These likes include cottage cheese (strangely enough) and the feeling you get when you slice a person’s skin so finely that it becomes transparent. His favorite type of skin to cut is that of a woman’s. Yes. Yoku’s love for women begins at sexual urges and ends with unsettling methods of murder. Females simply have softer skin that sends a pleasant shiver up your spine when you slice it. The mere thought of being able to go up against a woman in a fight to the finish causes the man to become giddy. To be fair though, Yokubari is easily excitable. Clearly though, he is more excitable around woman for they turn him on in more ways than one.
These incredibly dark habits are only willingly revealed behind the closed doors of the Ninth Division. Though they may come out at other times, Yoku tries his best to keep them concealed. He hides behind the façade of a either a pretty boy, or a younger brother, depending on who stands before him at that moment. He keeps a cheery outer visage by keeping a smile that has only disappeared on the absolutely rarest of occasions. He has an innocent glow about him as most of the younger brothers do and to think that he may have such malicious tendencies is completely absurd.
Yokubari’s has no feelings towards any particular race of beings. They are all seen as possible victims to his evil whims. However, his feelings towards his Zanpakuto spirit are very strong. She is one of the three women whom Yoku holds with great respects. The first would have to be the long since deceased female companion of his. The second would be Taihen. Taihen Obasan is a truly dark being if there ever were one. Her drive for carnage and gore is astounding. She is constantly bombarding the man’s mind with thoughts of killing and slowly drawing out the blood from a person’s body only to see how much of it they actually have. The inner workings of Yoku’s mind are an open book for the clinically insane Taihen while Taihen’s mind reminds a heavily guarded book under lock and key. The strange thing about is that even if one could peer into the spirit’s mind would they ever remain the same? The final woman who’s earned herself to be ranked as one of the most frighteningly sadistic women that one as maniacal as Yoku has actually come across is none other than his Division Captain Laetitia. Laetitia is all kinds of crazy. No doubt she’s caused somebody to stay up all night pondering on how one can be so bloodthirsty. She has taken the desire to kill unto religious aspects. These and so much more bring Laetitia admiration from one of the worlds most disturbing minds.
History:
Some Minor Mischief / A Baby Baddy
Dara Yokubari was born to a mother of Japanese descent, and a father originating from Sumatara, the second largest of the Sunda Islands in Indonesia. A business trip landed his father in Tokyo, the heart of Japan. There he met Yoku’s mother and had three children. Amongst these children Yoku was the youngest. With both a lovable elder brother and an elder sister, he was well known as a troublemaker in his neck of the woods. At the young, young age of two, the diapered warrior began seeing visions of the recently deceased. One godforsaken soul had become his companion. As a toddler the young boy had a pleasant air to him, despite his misdeeds. His ‘companion’ went by the name of Chishio Shibou. He was a thirteen-year-old brat that had caused mayhem and mischief as a child, and continued this after his death through Yoku. Yoku was stealing from stores, performing ‘works of art’ as he called them along the side of various walls. He was also bringing terror into the hearts of the more feeble residence of the area. He was fighting against youngsters and helpless old ladies alike with little to no remorse for any of them. By picking up Shibou’s twisted sense of absurdity Yoku found these actions to be the most thrilling and humorous… all by the age of four.
By the age of six Yoku’s parents and adult siblings had grown sick of the young boy’s games. His mother had an older brother as well. However, this man did not live within Japan. Yoku’s uncle lived in the slums of Taiwan. Taiwan itself was considered barbaric territory, especially by mainland China, yet Yoku’s new home rested within the more frightening village within the island. Yoku’s uncle was a Japanese business man that had found the island to be a valuable resource. However, merely two years later, Yoku’s already unstable mindset became more barbaric then those that surrounded him. To make matters worse, Shibou was still with him, pushing him to do more and more misdeeds. However, the misdeeds Yoku did at the age of eight were completely different than those he had done as a toddler. Though he was still picking fights with the helpless (which there was a significantly lower amount), he did not settle for harassment. He had begun doing what he witnessed older males doing, torturing and raping his victims. However, though he felt a slight sexual pleasure, he had little knowledge as to why he was committing these acts. The only thing he knew was that he enjoyed the shouts and screams from women. But since he didn’t quite understand the point of rape he went and forced it upon all women he could over power. At the age of eight, he was only capable of overpowering those his age… and the extremely eldery… so that’s what he did…
After binding his victims and committing heinous acts, he would kill them in the slowest manner possible. That’s what the older males did, and that’s what Yoku did. Impressionable young children should not be sent to such places. Their village had no order to speak of whatsoever. The one with the blade was the one who was in control. The early 1600s the most common weapon were bladed weapons. Yokubari’s uncle had several of these, though he followed their labels carefully and kept them out of the reach of children.
The Terrible Trio
On one of his escapades Yoku met a young girl who was almost exactly his age. There was probably as little as a couple days between them. Regardless this girl went by the name Hanyu. Hanyu was raised by a single mother… who was more masculine than most of the barbarians surrounding them were. Her father had been killed some odd years ago along with her elder brother. Hanyu had abnormal spiritual energy and was capable of seeing the deceased along with Yoku. Hanyu took well to Shibou for she was just as mentally unstable as the both of them were. Both Yoku and Hanyu went across their village wreaking what little havoc they could with Shibou laughing maniacally in the background wishing he was able to join in with them.
Amongst the youngsters of Taiwan, Yoku and Hanyu were the most terrifying. It wasn’t until they were nine years that they finally stepped up to weaponry. They had stolen from a store they had been stealing from for a couple years. This time, the owner had had it with them. The nearly forty-year-old man grabbed his dual katana and chased after the duo… erm… trio. He backed Yoku and Hanyu into a corner in an alleyway. Shibou was watching intently wondering if the two children were soon going to join him in the afterlife. After all, he himself had died in a similar way. The man charged in, a single blade drawn and the other resting within its scabbard. Yoku and Hanyu ganged up on the man. Yoku dashed towards the man, and as the armed store owner slashed at him, Yoku jumped high into the air, stepping on the man’s face, and leaped backwards. The young boy placed a hand on the owner’s katana as Hanyu snuck in and elbowed him in the groin as hard as she possibly could. Hitting the most vulnerable spot on a male, she then proceeded to remove the katana from the sheath he kept it in. Too stunned to hold his grip on the katana he had been wielding, Yoku simply tugged on it as he righted himself for his graceful landing. Now both Yoku and Hanyu were armed and the man attacking them had reverted to the fetus position. Unwittingly the man began to roll around in pain as the simply walked up to him. As Yoku began an assault of insults, and the less playful Hanyu simply sunk her new blade into the man’s skull and slowly pulled it back out, enjoying every second of it. Hanyu licked the blood off the blade and the two began carving the body up as they pleased. For half-an-hour they played with the dead body and flooded the floor of the alley with his blood.
Shibou commented on they’re growing insanity. They stripped the man of his clothes, took everything they thought were valuable (though a child’s sense of value was more along the lines of what seemed the most fun to have). They took his sheaths and then left the area as if nothing had ever happened. Death was nothing within this village. Most would simply pass by the dead body, not paying the poor soul any mind. Yoku and Hanyu would returned to they’re respective houses. Hanyu’s mother cared little for the new katana her daughter was carrying. However, Yoku’s uncle cared greatly. He took the blade from the young boy and in a flash of anger, began beating him. Yoku never was one to enjoy being disciplined. An hour of shouting and screaming came from the dirty household and finally all was silenced. If only Shibou’s laughter could be audible. It would have echoed throughout the blood filled night. Blood covered the floor of Yoku’s house. Scraps of meat and flesh were spread across the bloodstained floor. It was almost as if every ounce of blood had been extracted from the body of a thirty-nine-year-old man. Yoku simply sprawled himself out in the center of the enormous pool of blood and with an innocent child’s smile, closed his eyes and slept for the night as the blood soaked his clothes and hair.
Overcoming Obstacles
Yoku had acted on instinct and bloodlust. However he now had a problem on his hands. How was he to survive without a caregiver? Who would feed him? Who would cloth him? He had no idea how to get back in touch with his family still residing in Tokyo. Even if he did, what would he say to them? Hi, I killed your brother mommy can I come back and live with you? Nah. That wouldn’t fly. There was only one solution. He had to grab the only other person (aside from Shibou) he felt close to and he’d have to leave.
Seven A.M. the next morning Yoku was banging on Hanyu’s door. His clothes were completely drenched in and were reeking with the smell of blood. He had his katana strapped to the left side of his waist, but due to his small stature, the sheath scrapped across the floor. He also had two of his uncles katana strapped to his back in an “X” shape. Yoku explained his situation to the little girl and she nodded in compliant. She told the young boy to wait and he sat at the front of their hut. Moments later a loud shriek came from a female inside. A few more seconds passed by and Hanyu emerged from the doorway with a cheery smile and a spurt of blood on her cheek. She was armed with two katana, one of which she had obtained the night before with Yoku. The two began their journey and moved to the north. They had heard it was a much more pleasant place then their southern home… that would have to change.
A few years later and the duo was now thirteen years of age and they’re late companion didn’t seem to be aging at all. Hanyu had long since begun to develop and attain the ideal curvature that all female long for and all men crave. Yoku had gone from a cutest little boy to blooming man-to-be. He now kept two katana on his hip. These two were high classed and plucked off a rich man who had fallen at the hands of two preteens a year back. Hanyu was armed with a single katana that was strapped horizontally across her mid-back. She bore a tattoo on her lower back and along both her arms. At this point, Yoku only had one tattoo that wrapped around his bicep and depicted the Sunda Islands that his father had originated from.
Their journey to the northern parts of Taiwan had come to a temporary halt as they began terrorizing other villages that were along the way. However, they had eventually come across a village that they liked. The money that they had horded from the incomprehensible amount of victims that had fallen to a pair of younglings had allowed them to purchase a respectably sized home, one that was complete with a kitchen, several rooms, a dojo, a garden, and even a large fountain. This house would become they’re permanent residence for as long as they were to remain in this world. Yoku had begun to subdue his sadistic nature while Hanyu continuously demonstrate her insanity and love of bringing pain to others.
Friend Turned Foe
Over a decade had passed since the two moved into they’re large house and now Yoku was a well built man with handsome features and a positive glow about him that had made attaining women second nature to him. He had become a law enforcer within his village (a corrupt law enforcer, but that is beside the point). He was given a standard katana that all were given. However, he refused to be seen with them, preferring the dual katana he had plucked off of the rich man all those years ago. He was given a steady flow of income that allowed him to support himself without having to revert to his childhood tendencies of pillaging and thievery. Hanyu on the other hand continued those actions well into adulthood and found herself amongst the deceased sooner than she had expected. The two were nineteen when Hanyu’s unfortunate death had occurred. In that battle, Yoku came out severely injured, but still alive. He buried the young woman’s body atop a hill that they had made a habit of venturing off to simply to watch a sunset. This only proved that even the most psychotic and sadistic beings were only human and still liked to enjoyed the Earth’s beauty from time to time.
Shibou, on the other hand, became even more dark and malicious than he had ever been. And though this pleased the still corrupt officer, he couldn’t help but feel a strange aura around his long time companion. He felt different. For several weeks, Yoku had become weary of the still thirteen-year-old cohort of his.
It was late at night that all hell had broken loose within the man’s home. Yoku felt a strange power surge coming from his bright green garden. Rushing out to that location, he saw it. His closest remaining friend began emitting a bright blue energy. A loud ‘boom’ echoed throughout the area and the water of his fountain and the rocks the water streamed from were obliterated as the his friend was replaced by a large and hideous being. This being had a white mask and a black body that resembled that of an oversized bodybuilder. There were sharp spikes jutting out from each vertebra along the monster’s spine. Yoku did not know what to make of this sudden turn in events. Was this creature Shibou? Had he destroyed Shibou? Wait, who was Shibou? No, he couldn’t be Shibou. He was much larger, had a different skin tone. And there was a mask on his face. WTF is up with that mask?
Yoku did not have long to debate his next action as the transformed Shibou charged him with a new more powerful Hollow body. Yoku only held on katana. To make matters worse, it wasn’t even one of the ones he liked. This was the pathetic blade given to him when he became an officer. Yoku fended off the Hollow for as long as he possibly could before one of Shibou’s claws struck him in him across his torso, segmenting it into four different parts. Needless to say when one literally falls to pieces, he is more or less down for the count. However, Yoku was simply blasted backwards from the blow delivered to him. He went soaring into the wall of his house. Dust and debris from the destroyed wall rose up into a large cloud that masked his presence. When Yoku finally managed to come to, he stood still dazed. Stumbling forward a bit, he began walking with the same composure he carried himself with throughout his life. That’s when his poise was thrown out of wack. Over there, in a pile sliced up meat and blood… was that… him? If that was him… then who was he? Yoku let out a sigh. This was a very confusing time for him, so he stopped thinking about it. Whether or not he knew how these events were taking place the fact that they were taking place would not change. He still had a sizable behemoth before him that he still needed to dispose of.
Unfortunately Shibou was incredibly fast. Yoku had picked the wrong time to blink because suddenly his vision was black and he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. Shibou had instantly moved from his position to Yoku’s and gripped his head, obscuring his view with the palm of his hand, and lifted him into the air. That’s when Shibou let out a bone chilling scream of pain as blood spurted from his forearm as it was sliced completely off by an invisible culprit. Suddenly said culprit made his presence known and stood before the beast as Yoku fell onto his ass. While Yoku was busing rubbing said ass, the swordsman before him sliced Shibou in half. This time no blood erupted from the being, instead he began to dissipate. If Yoku had kept trying to make sense of the situation, this would have likely added to his confusion. The swordsman then turned to the painfully seated Yoku and butted his forehead with the end of his hilt. A symbol appeared on Yoku’s head and glowed a bright blue as he began to slowly sink into an equally brightly glowing circle on the floor beneath him.
Born in the Slums, Die in the Slums
The Eightieth Rukongai District was… was… home. It was just as poor and rundown as the village he had lived in with his uncle all those years ago. Within a few months the sadist within him had made a devastating comeback and with a vengeance at that. Quickly, Yoku had found himself in the center of a gang of pillagers. There were only few that fought back against them, and the rest would fall victim to their blades and their quest for money and power. Yokubari spent less than twenty extra years reigning hell upon their quaint little district. Sadly, Yoku’s bond with these men was nothing short of a need, a need for bloodshed. However, soon he felt his rapidly growing entourage to be hindering his bloodlust. The leader of the now sizable group was a level-headed man who looked to gain profit and recognition. Must it be stated that this greatly angered Yokubari? The man simply wanted to cut as much people as possible, but this man got in the way of that.
The soon-to-be Shinigami had grown sick of the same twisted minds that surrounded him. The leader of their band of thieves had instructed Yoku go along with one other soul to discreetly kidnap a nobleman. Once brought into their sanctity, Yoku began playing with the poor man. This greatly angered his leader, which further annoyed the currently unstable Yokubari. Respectfully, Yoku left the area. However, he refused to forget. The 80th District needed to be rid of this feeble soul.
It was late at night when Yoku set things into motion. His pack of pillagers had purchased a large estate worthy of their magnificence. Yoku’s dormitory was to the far east of the building. His leader, Hatachi, slept at the northern part of the building. Yoku brought along one follower. His follower, Inaiya, was going along with him under false pretenses. She was under the impression that Yoku was just as noble and idealistic as she was.
Inaiya was furious with her leader. She had been drafted into that life style when she was alive. Back then she was driven by simple needs such as the need to eat and the need to sleep comfortably. She also had a passionate love/hate relationship with her leader then. And her love was much stronger than her hate, it was sad that her hate was shown more only until her death. Their entire team was ambushed and all thirteen of them died. It truly is an unlucky number. At the final stand it was her and her love fighting side by side. It was an epic tale meant to be told to young boys and girls so that they may aspire to gain such a loving soul mate. Instead, it is lost amongst the seas of dead tales that have run out of descendants to tell it, or simply had no survivors to begin with.
Upon reaching Rukongai, she immediately picked up where she left off. She was thieving and conniving, doing whatever it took to gain that which did not belong to her. However, deep down, she never had a love for the life style to begin with. She was sucked into it because of a lack of basic needs and simply never stopped. For the last several months up until this point this had been deeply affecting the woman. And Yoku’s personality was beneficial in manipulating the woman into aiding him. His positive glow had attracted her from the very start and he had been nourishing this attraction until it became blind love, an easy prey for manipulation.
Silent footsteps resounded within the grand estate. Yoku and Inaiya were making their way towards Hatachi’s ass. Someone must’ve been praying for one of the two because they certainly did not earn such good fortune off of their own kindness. A rival band had decided to make their move at the same time Yoku and Inaiya did. The rival group heavily outnumbered theirs, though each member of theirs was incredibly skilled and could handle several of them with the slightest ease. However, in all of ten minutes, the entire mansion was set ablaze. Yoku and Inaiya made haste as they had been continuously attacked by rival members.
Finally reaching the corridors that held Hatachi’s room, the sounds of an epic duel among Gods could be heard. The edges of the hallways were lit dimly by the fire. The two walked slowly as the sounds of clashing metal filled their ears and in Yokubari’s case, stirred their blood. Moments later they stood before the door and Yoku’s arm was extended as he was reaching for the handle. Just before his hand touched it the sound of metal against fleshed rung out, and was soon after followed by the sounds of large amounts of blood being instantly removed from a large wound, and then by the sounds made by a dying man taking his last breath. Yoku quickly grabbed the handle and swung the door open to see Hatachi kneeling on the floor, leaning backwards, and with his face aimed upwards. Or at least it would have been had his head not been taken off.
The body-less head rolled over to Yoku’s feet. The look of terror on the weak man’s face was priceless. Yoku’s blood began to boil. This was just too exciting. He had been expecting to easily take the life of such a feeble man, now he was going to take the life of a less feeble man. Yoku began to chuckle a sinister chuckle. Inaiya watched in horror. The man that had killed their leader was wearing all black. He showed no skin. Arms were hidden by sleeves, hands by gloves, head by hood and mask, and eyes by sunglasses with a single bar of lens streaking across them. He held a blade that was long and sleek. It had an elegant guard and the hilt was wrapped in red cloth. It was a magnificent blade made with such fine craftsmanship. Truly it was a blade meant to be wielded by swordsman who was nothing short of godly.
The battle between Hatachi’s killer and his most trusted ally, Yokubari, lasted all of five minutes. Clearly Yokubari came out the victor, otherwise his legend would end right here. Yoku knelt before the dying man and asked him a single question. A sadistic smile came across his face when he received the name of the blacksmith that had crafted such a wondrous blade. In the mean time, he’d hold onto this new one instead.
A Remarkable Encounter
The murderous man had a burning desire that surpassed that of his bloodlust. Finally it had been fulfilled when he was able to replace his subpar blade with such an amazing katana. Now, he wanted on for himself. It wasn’t fair that such a creation could not have been devoted to him. Everything about the katana he now held reeked of its former ruler. The style, shape, everything was meant to be held by the now deceased nameless man. It simply wasn’t fair.
Along with Inaiya, Yokubari set out for the blacksmith who had created the blade that was now being held up by the very same belt that held up his pants. The man was said to live in the Forty-ninth District, some ways into the distance. Since it was such a long way off, Yoku and Inaiya stopped at a nearby hut owned by a friendly old couple. However, while the two were sleeping, their guests took off. A warm breeze blowing in the wind, the brightly lit stars up in the sky, the silence of the sleeping village, the scene was too beautiful to expect what was to happen next. A loud shriek ruined the pretty vista. Instantly the two took off to location of the screaming. Inaiya moved in order to protect the poor soul that may have just died for the second time. Yokubari moved in order to witness the poor soul be cut to pieces. Just thinking about all that dripping blood excited the man.
When they got to the dim alley they saw nothing… at first. Then, a dark silhouette could be made out and brightly glowing eyes could be seen. Hidden by the shadows of the walls, the creature moved into the moonlight for his upper half to be seen by all. There was a foot sticking out of his mouth and was immediately wolfed down. The man had blood staining his mouth and looked at Yoku with the same ferocity and insanity that glinted in Yoku’s eyes. This interesting man was highly skilled. He fought with such prowess that Yoku had no choice but to admire. After a quick meeting of blades, the man spoke of his plans to join the ranks of the Shinigami. The idea excited Yoku, as many things involving the chance for more bloodshed do. The Shinigami go about ridding the world of feeble souls known as Hollow. Some were even rumored to be powerful, maybe even omnipotent. Oh what funs it’ll be to slowly cut them open, watching them writhe in pain, and drown themselves in a pool of tears and blood.
Yoku’s plan to find the sword that best attributed him was put on hold. For now, he embarked on a new journey. He was going to become a Shinigami and be able to cut, slice, peel, tear, pull, or even drill off the skin of whomever he managed to lay his cold, bloodless hands on. After all, how can one have blood when one has no heart to pump it?
Embracing the Ranks
Inaiya continued to tag behind Yoku while he continued to nourish her love for him. She was an incredibly skilled warrior. Though she had conviction and ideals that got in the way of his killing, she would take a life in the blink of an eye, should Yokubari have instructed it. She was a very useful tool, and even remarked on it herself, saying that she was his to use as he saw fit, to wield as he wields his katana. Must I mention how much this pleased the man?
Several years after there encounter with the odd man, the two stepped into the academy, and within a month, they were placed into the advanced class. Their swordsmanship skills were amazing, considering all their practice. However, it was Yoku’s astounding Kidou prowess that separated him from the rest of his peers, along with Inaiya’s impressive hand-to-hand combat skills. This brought the two to the top of their respective classes.
On one fateful evening, Yoku, Inaiya, two other students, and a Fifth-seat escort. Their escort was none other than the very man they had come across many years back in that dark alley. He quickly recognized them, though it took the two to put their finger on just exactly who he was. He was now a part of the Ninth Division, quite suitable for such a dark being. He was sent to the academy to tag behind a small group of students who were sent into the living realm for some up close experience on fighting Hollow. Because of the dangers of it, Soul Society gave a higher ranking officer the honor and the duties to protect them if things got out of hand. He was told to keep a distance and not let on that someone was following them, wanting the group to think that they had to handle things on their own with no outside help.
The eerie cry of a Hollow echoed throughout Karakura Town. Instantly the group of four took off in its direction. It took the group about four minutes to get there, giving the creature ample time to devour the delectable soul it had found. Angered, one of the other two students made a hasty dash towards the large beast. It had the overall form of a man, aside from its size, and the odd mask on its face, and the hole in the center of his chest, oh, and his forearms ending off in sharp points with no hands to speak of whatsoever. The man slashed at the beast as the beast stabbed back. It was an entertaining match, to be honest, but in the end it was the Shinigami who fell while his comrades simply watched his untimely demise. The Hollow’s spear-like arm shot straight towards his chest, catching him off guard. His lungs, his heart, and several of his other organs came bursting out of his back. Now he had a chest similar in size and shape as the monster that stood before him. The only difference was that he was spilling more blood than one would think could even be held in a body at any given moment.
Throughout the entire battle, the Hollow made various shrieks of pain. Its cries were the most delicious than any Yokubari had heard. It tingled down his spine, giving him a joyous feeling unlike any other. This excited him to incredible levels. His eyes bulged out and his breathing became heavy. Both comrades that stood at each of his sides stared at him in both fright and curiosity. It had been the first time his excitement grew to such heights. Then his eyes turned a creepy shade of red. It was bright and vibrant unlike anything else. It was also filled with lust. A malicious aura came from his form. He could no longer contain himself. His blood was bubbling and he wanted nothing more than to hear more cries from the sweet screaming monster before him. Shit was getting interesting.
The Brink of Insanity
To all those around him, it appeared as a sudden change from the young Student Shinigami. He was usually cheery and flirtatious, now he had the glow of a demon. In fact, he was visibly wrapped in crimson red reiatsu and his eyes glowed brightly on top of that. His grip on the sealed Zanpakuto given to him before he left Seireitei tightened as his heavy breathing increased. It was insane to think that such a drastic change could come from no where. It was his true demeanor that had forced itself passed the visage and to the surface of his emotions. Yokubari’s inner self had been released.
But it wasn’t the only thing to be released. Amidst all the visible changes Yokubari underwent, there were inner changes as well. To him, it appeared as though he blacked out, only to have his vision return in time to see a marvelous sight. The area appeared as a thousand-year-old battlefield. There were dead corpses of humans and demons alike lay everywhere. They all had numerous weaponry stabbed into them. Blood stained the earth and the sky in crimson red. The various patches that were not covered with bodies still emitted a crimson glow as well. The sun was blocked out by a sea red clouds that were hung over the magnificent scene. The man could literally taste the taste of blood as it wafted through the thick air. This furthered his already staggering bloodlust. Within moments of being here Yokubari had already felt like home.
Then, the angelic voice of a woman had rung in his perfectly shaped ears. She was his female counterpart. She was just as beautiful as he was handsome. There weren’t even a handful of women who could say such a thing. For if Yoku was the living embodiment of both controlled insanity and hellish beauty then likewise she was as well. The only oddities about her were the odd wings sprouting from the forefronts of her head. She wore a slim, medieval warrior’s outfit with minimal padding and armor. She glared at Yokubari with an intensity that would have struck a fear into the hearts of even those who were raised by the mighty lions themselves. However, Yokubari was not bred by lions, nor was he bred by tigers. His mother was the blade, his father, his victims’ blood. Mixed in with his sex drive, the woman’s glare simply inspired infatuation.
She announced her name, Taihen Obasan. She spoke in a clear and crisp manner. Her words floated off her tongue gracefully and the most beautiful thing about the way she spoke was what she spoke about. Everything was guts and gore. She concocted many ways of slowly taking the lives of the weak inside her twisted mind. It quickly turned the young boy on. Well… young in the sense that the more matured souls were several hundred years old. She then issued a challenge. If he was capable of landing so much as a scratch on her, than she’d give him a taste of true power. Of course, this was under the condition that he used her powers in the single goal to drain bodies of their beautifully colored blood. A sadistic smirk streaked across Yoku’s face, similar to the one plastered on Taihen’s from the very beginning.
Stepping over the Brink (The Sequel)
The man’s Zanpakuto was held tightly as he raised it before him in an offensive stance. Taihen held hers in a similar fashion. With a quick burst of speed, the male Shinigami-to-be was standing before her. He had his blade on a crash course for her head, but was met with the cold still of a perfectly identical blade. Suddenly, Taihen lashed out for a mere moment, poking two holes into his torso and a deep gash on his right hip. Then, the woman gave a crunching blow to his stomach, sending him flying across the red plains. He flew for several yards merely a meter above the ground before he finally hit it and began bouncing on it for a couple more yards. As flying descended to bouncing and bouncing to rolling, he would eventually come to a final stop, flat on his back.
Yoku was sprawled out along the crimson stained grass. He could feel his absorbent uniform soaking in the blood from the grass blades. His eyes were fixated on the beautiful sky. It was a magnificent day. If there wasn’t a sexy ass, crazy bitch trying to kill him, he’d certainly enjoy laying there for the rest of the day. But there was such a woman attempting to take his life. As his thoughts returned to the existence of the soul inhabiting his Zanpakuto, or rather, being his Zanpakuto, his crazy eyed bloodthirsty facial expression returned. Kicking his legs up into the air until they were parallel with his head, he placed his hands firmly on the ground. Then the man pushed off and landed upright on his feet. All the while he never let go Zanpakuto. Whether he followed some code of the samurai or he was simply a trained killer that new never to part with your weapons, he kept his grip.
The blow to his stomach was painful to say the least, but manageable. And again, with a burst of speed, Yokubari stood before Taihen once more. His blade was held by an arm that was flailing behind him. Swinging his arm towards the woman, his Zanpakuto came along with it. But again, it was stopped by Taihen’s Zanpakuto. She then began to strike with the same speed she had last time, however, Yoku managed to parry each and every blow. That is, until her knee made an acquaintance with his already throbbing stomach. Soon after, his face had gotten the chance to greet Taihen’s fist. Again, Yoku was sent flying back. Although, unlike last time, Taihen did not give him any time to recover. She was instantly on him. The two were moving at high speeds, horizontally, two meters off the ground, but only one did it out of their own will. This one was the one that struck her blade down on the man. Thankfully he was able to bring his own blade up to prevent himself from being cleaved in half. It was his bad positioning, however, that led him into the ground, digging and dragging along through it, pushing whole bodies, limbs, and skulls out of his wake.
Taihen rose off him as they continued to move, and came back down with a vertical slash. Yoku somehow found the time to move to the side and evade the attack and quickly sending a strong kick to the woman’s guts, sending her soaring high into the sky. ‘Pay back is a bitch!’ he cried while doing so. Then he easily righted himself. It wasn’t in the same way as before, it was done much more efficiently. Then suddenly he appeared above her with an onslaught of blows. Taihen began to parry them just as Yoku had done before. But this time it was she who was in the bad position. She may have managed to block ninety-nine percent of the strikes, but one had slipped through. It gave her a light horizontal gash on her shoulder. Though it was a miniscule wound compared to what was done to Yokubari, nonetheless he had achieved his goal. His lustful eyes pleased the woman so much that she did not bother to ask if he would comply with her single demand. And he was actually capable of slashing her, so as promised, he was given a taste of the power she had waiting for him.
Finally, a blade that was specifically meant for him.
Beyond the Brink (The Trilogy)
The mind was a funny thing. It felt as though nearly fifteen minutes had gone by, yet when Yoku snapped to attention, not a second had escaped him. The only difference was that when his conscience returned to the real world his reiatsu spiked heavily. It nearly doubled as he seemed to explode. There was a bang and then he was shrouded in smoke, what else could it have been, a Shikai release? Actually, yeah, maybe it was. He stood with more power, he his katana was replaced with a staff. Yup, this must’ve been his Shikai.
The Hollow before him looked at Yoku without fear. How arrogant. Within seconds, Yoku gave him a reason to have fear. His staff was coated in dark flames and he struck the beast with it numerous times. The cries the man heard were oh so thrilling. It may even have been better than the moans and groans of a gorgeous woman climaxing. Sadly, the beast would not survive to remember the name of Dara Yokubari… and neither will his comrades…
As soon as the monster was handled, Yoku turned on his teammates who were about to congratulate him. In the blink of an eye, his male associate was stabbed through the heart. It takes incredible force for one to be stabbed with a blunt object, even if it was lit with fire. Then, Yoku turned on his most faithful servant, or, erm, companion. The woman was so in love that she simply smiled and said ‘If this is your wish.’ and allowed herself to be slain by the maniacal soon-to-be Shinigami. And during all this mayhem and bloodshed, their hidden escort remained hidden. Once all the significant souls in the area were killed, the man stepped forward into the moonlight in a similar fashion as he did many years ago. This man was none other than Shizuma Kukai.
The two returned to Soul Society with a death toll of three. Kukai received much scorn from other Shinigami for allowing so many deaths without intervening, while Yokubari received praise and appreciation for surviving such an ordeal. He was then told that this had all been a test. Every member of their group was incredibly skilled, the cream of the crop. They were so talented that the higher ups wanted to let the progress into the rankings after only a year of academy training. Since Yoku was the only one to survive, and not only survive, but achieve his Shikai, he was allowed to graduate. Kukai had bent the story in Yoku’s favor as to not let such a powerful asset to his division be killed off by the other Shinigami. However, safely behind the walls of the Ninth Division, Kukai told Yoku’s story with great proud. He was a heartless killer who had thoroughly enjoyed the screams and pain of his victims. After a test of their own, Dara Yokubari was not only drafted into the Ninth, but also made a Seated Shinigami.
The Prestigious League of the Crazies, the Ninth Division
Yoku’s swordsmanship skills never falter as he gained outstanding Kidou prowess. Now he was the Eighth-seat Shinigami within Division Nine. The one who had brought him into said division needed much thanks for it was the most amazing situation that would even make an atheist pray to the Lord. Ninth Division was the perfect place anyone could have sent him. His new Zanpakuto, new Shikai, new Shinigami attire, and an old love for torture and murder would all be properly fulfilled under the roof of the Ninth Division.
This division was simply crawling with the clinically insane. There was a schizophrenic here and a hysteric there. Everywhere, everywhere, there was a psychopath everywhere. It was amazing. There was the previously mentioned Kukai, but there was one even more psychotic them him. Their Captain, Hitotsu. He was, for the most part, uncaring and uncompassionate. His love for battle was damn near godly, or demon-ly, take your pick. His bloodlust only inspired Yoku’s. It would be safe to assume that after several decades of working under the Ninth Division Yokubari’s lust had increased to overwhelming magnitudes. And with it, his ability to keep it tucked away was amplified as well. In public, he remained as girl-crazy as he always was. Yet the moment the door to Division Nine was shut, he was an utterly different person. He would cackle and shout like a madman.
Yoku had always held respect for those like himself. The absent Hitotsu was one. The cannibalistic Kukai was another. The sadistic Hanyu was a third. The wondrously vicious Taihen was a fourth. And last but certainly not least the mentally ill, deranged, sexily sadistic Laetitia was a fifth. Division Nine was truly filled with some astounding characters. Each had their own distinct psychiatric disorders and their own bloodlusts that needed to be fulfilled. And what could be more fulfilling than torturing a soul, gaining the required information, and then torturing them some more? It was truly a magnificent place.
Additional Info:
Yoku is highly skilled at Kidou but lacks brute strength. His eyes turn a vibrant red indicating that he has lost most of his awareness to the hidden sadist within him.
Zanpakuto
General
Name:
Taihen Obasan
Spirit Description:
Hair, clothing, facial features, facial expressions… and bat wings are all similar to what is illustrated. The only difference is that there is no cross hanging from her neck. One who has spent all of twelve seconds speaking with this being will know that she is clearly not religious. No, no, in fact she is the farthest thing from it. She has a twisted sense of humor, not to distant from Yoku’s. The only difference is that Yoku covers his insanity with a happy visage while Taihen outwardly expresses it. As Yoku struggles to control his blood lust, it is Taihen who continuously urges him to do inhumane and degrading things to his fallen victims. Of course during times of seriousness, the psychotic female subdues her sadistic behavior in order to progress her wielder’s strength and expertise. When not tutoring her battle companion she plagues Yoku’s mind with thoughts of disgusting habits and gruesome deeds that Yoku fights hard to keep inside. Yoku has greatly enjoys these tasks… in private, however in public he has to fight hard against these temptations, Taihen seems to only make it worse and enjoys doing so as well.
The woman has an overly controlling attitude and dictatorship styled methods of teaching. She is extremely arrogant and has a malicious smirk permanently tattooed onto her face and in spite of her pink eyes they too have menacing glare to them at all times. Taihen speaks degradingly towards her wielder and constantly refers to him as either her "inept disciple" or "imbecile friend". At times she enjoys manifesting herself without warning to the full view of everyone around her, simply to torment her wielder all the more, randomly poking at him. Yoku’s own personally causes conflicts between the two and they continuously argue and bicker like ten-year-old secrete lovers or eighty-year-old married couples.
The world in which Taihen resides is that of a thousand-year-old battlefield. Dead corpses lie everywhere. The bodies of humans and ogres and various other demons have spears and sword imbedded into them, never to be removed. The ground is stained with blood and the sky is tainted red. There are various patches that are not covered with bodies, though it still emits a crimson glow from the bodies of the deceased. The sun is blocked out by the many red clouds looming over the dreary fields. The metallic taste of blood wafts around the thick air stimulating the senses of the bloodthirsty and furthering the despair of the damned. This is the single most relaxing place for both Yokubari and Taihen.
Sealed:
In her sealed state, Taihen is nothing more than your average katana. There are slight differences to make her unique, but all in all she’s pretty average. Wait, except for the glowing red ruby just above the hilt. Aside from that, the only other differences are that the sheath is an incredibly dark red, barely discernable from black and the hilt is wrapped in a ribbon the same color as the scabbard.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:
We watch as they bleed, they watch as we feed. The lust cannot be quenched ‘til our inner demons are freed. Taihen Obasan!
Appearance:
His Zanpakuto is made with white gold and has waves of flame-like designs spiraling up it. His eyes turn to a vibrant red and his face gives off a more unwelcoming grin. His facial expressions appear as Taihen’s usually are. To add to this menacing look, his shirt tears off from sheer spiritual pressure and reveal his well toned upper body and the copious tribal markings that coat it.
Abilities:
Burning Staff
[Nenshou Bakuryou]
Simple enough, this coats Yoku’s staff in flames. These flames are capable of causing serious third-degree burns if contacted with the skin of someone equal in skill to Yokubari.
Growing Staff
[Oogata Bakuryou]
As its name suggest, Yokubari’s staff grows. The farthest this staff can reach is approximately seventy yards in length. However, the longer it extends the more taxing it his on his reiatsu reservoir.
Bankai
Activation Phrase:
Our inner demons are free. The lust is quenched and we are now in glee. For bringing us such joy, we have a new decree. For those whom we’ve brought suffering, we’ll allow an end to their misery. Taihen Obasan motte Kigakiru!
Appearance:
Form One
No… he does not transform into a girl… >.>
His hair, eye color and various other physical changes remain the same as they do in his dual bladed form (second form), however now Yoku is encased in a large, full body armored suit. Heavy armor covers his abdomen the right side of his chest, his entire right arm and hand, along with his legs. His feet are protected by large metal boots. However, the left half of his chest along with his left arm and hand are completely bare. His tribal markings along with the depiction of the Sunda Islands come into view here as well. His blade is large and mostly black. The sharper edges bordering the blade are pure white while the odd markings on the black of it are colored in a dark crimson color. The blade is almost seven feet long while the hilt is a good three.
Form Two
Yoku’s eyes turn a vibrant and eerie red. His usually shiny, navy blue hair transforms into a dark crimson hue. Though the original style of his hair remains the same, it lengthens. The ponytail behind him stretches down to just behind his knees and also seems to be more abundant than usual. The hair invading his face reach down to about shoulder length and the ones framing it go beyond that, leading down to elbow-height. He is also wrapped in a dark red leather trench coat. This trench coat is outlined in white. On his feet, Yoku wears white leather dress shoes. He wears red silk dress pants that are tied to his waist with a white leather belt. The ends of the legs on his pants are also outlined in white. The buckle on this belt is larger than average, but still would not put a cowboy to shame. It is rectangular in shape and is made of shiny platinum. There are seemingly expensive red rubies bordering along the buckle. (I say seemingly because they would normally require a large sum of money… yet they magically poofed onto his pants… >.>). Also, his initials, "D.Y." are in the center of this buckle, also studded with brightly glowing "seemingly expensive" red rubies.
He wields dual katana. The hilts of these katana are crimson red sectioned off by white gold. The blades are pearly white. However, the tips of the blades are stained red and creep down the blade and fade out appearing as dripping blood… that fades out. Upon release, there is a dark red, bloodthirsty aura glowing around the blades and the newly transformed Yokubari.
Abilities:
Dual Transformations
[Nigenteki Henshin]
This is an attribute upon the release of his Bankai. Yokubari has the option of choosing one of two forms. The first form is a default form. When his Bankai is released, this is the form he will go into. It is the least energy consuming of the two. However, the first form is incredibly slow. Yokubari’s already lack of speed is increased by the heavy armor he is forced to bear. However, what he lacks in speed, he makes up for in sheer strength. His original brute strength is quadrupled in this form, though the bulk of this strength is made to lift up his enormous sword with ease. His second form is meant for much speedier attacks. His strength is about half of what he gains in his default form. However, it is his speed that is greatly increased. His speed is put on par with a high-classed Vice-Captain. Also, his other abilities such as Kidou and the flames surrounding his blades are given a doubled in power than in his first form.
Switching between the two forms is not tricky. A good three seconds to himself and Yokubari will have switched, almost making it seem like a third release for his Zanpakuto. Unfortunately, his much more powerful second form can only last for several minutes (four to five posts). And once used in a battle, it can not be reused. A good night’s sleep however, can remedy any ailment.
Form One Abilities
Burning Wave
[Nenshou Nami]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcNHnVtZvaE&feature=related (First ten seconds)
To perform this ability Yokubari needs to swing his blade vertically, from the ground up. Then, from just in front of Yoku, five streaks of crimson flames spurt out. Though they start off very small, each streak quickly reaches a height of three meters and a width of one. The distance between the five streaks grows the farther they go out, however, even a meter away, any significantly lower beings would be severely burned to the point that they would too damaged to continue the battle. From the actual flames, those equal in ability to Yoku would receive intense damage from the flames. The flames have the ability to incinerate all else in the area and can stretch on for as long as Yoku wills it, though it will be more taxing the farther they get. This is an end all attack that can only be used three times in a match. Though a fourth may be possible, it is strongly unadvised.
Form Two Abilities
Burning Discus
[Nenshou Enban]
Yokubari rapidly spins his blades to the point where they appear to be burning red discs. Fitting name, huh? These discs are thrown and have incredible power behind them. They move at twice the speed of a Bala and have the more slicing power than a mere slash. They can be blocked by Zanpakuto and things alike, however, the reverberations would stun those equal to him long enough for him to get in close. This attack is mainly used for slaughtering a mass army of weaklings because of its ability to be guided by Yoku with not trouble at all. The flames are as powerful as those used in his Shikai.
Shinigami Techniques
Six Rods of Prison Light
White Lightning
Abolishing Flames
Thunder Roar Cannon
Name:
Dara Yokubari (Yoku / Yoku-san)
[Surname, Given Name (Preferred Names)]
Gender:
The absolutely most unfeminine manliest male man to ever walk amongst men and grace the Earth with his manly male masculinity…
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… yea…
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… he’s a man… >.>
Age:
401
Division:
Ninth
Rank:
4th Seat
Physical Description:
Yoku is arguably the most handsome man to grace the living and the deceased with his presence. He is the embodiment of the divine proportions that would even make Leonardo Fibonacci proud. His facial features are flawless and his eyes burn a bright and illuminating blue. He wears earrings with an interesting red tuft at the end as only the manliest of men do. His hair is a navy blue and easily reflects sunlight. This hair is usually unkempt and falls aimlessly around his face and sides. At the back however, his hair is tied neatly with a small red wrap that creates a single long ponytail that reaches down to about mid-back. Yoku also has a tattoo wrapping around his left arm depicting the Sunda Islands. He also has strange tribal markings along his left forearm and coating his entire torso. His Indonesian half-blood is illustrious in that his skin tone is vaguely darker than the rest of his Japanese brethren.
Yoku stands at a sizable 5’11”. He is roughly a hundred and seventy pounds. His body is well toned and lean. Despite his cut abs and Pecs and whatnot, his physical prowess is more driven towards speed then it is raw strength. And with his inability to put a destructive force behind his blows simply by tightening his biceps he must rely on Kidou and such to add the explosive power to his attacks that we all love so much.
For the most part, Yoku does not wear the typical Shinigami attire. Though the pants and sandals remain the same, Yoku’s wears a sleeveless black shirt. Though it is incapable of being opened, and a plain white undershirt can be seen protruding from the nonexistent sleeves and from under the collar. His shirt is not tucked in and his white undershirt is seen hanging from there as well. His shirt has white outlines along the collar, bottom, and where the seams where the sleeves should be. He is usually seen with a red ribbon tied around forehead and wears two red wristbands around each wrist. His Zanpakuto is slipped into the red ribbon tied around his waist.
Personality:
It goes without saying that men as handsome as Yokubari are extremely arrogant and proud of their facial features. Yet despite his love of his appearance, Yoku refuses to properly groom himself. However, his love for his looks is only surpassed by his love for carnage and his love for women. In his eyes, women are God’s gift to mankind and he is God’s gift to women. However, his luck with women only comes from his staggeringly good looks as his approach to them is… well… insulting. Then again, it really depends on the type of woman who he’s speaking to. If she enjoys compliments about her bosoms, behind, and hourglass figure than Yoku would be the perfect conversationalist. However, the shy women who feel uncomfortable towards his approaches should stay weary of this man. Interestingly enough the woman whom Yoku finds the most irresistible is his very own Captain, Laetitia.
The one thing that is greater than Yoku’s immense love for women is his love for carnage. The sound of screams of pain excites him. The sight of dripping blood is as enthralling as the finesse of the perfectly curved body. He is a bona fide sadist. Witnessing the pain and suffering of others is, to him, seen as one of life’s greatest pleasures. However, actually being the cause of the pain and suffering of others is simply orgasmic. The mere sounds of even the most distant cries of pain causes Yokubari’s heart to beat rapidly. His eyes widen and he begins to breathe heavily. However, the sight of blood creates and even grander bloodlust. Hardly being able to control himself, his eyes turn to a vibrant and unnatural shade of red. This oddity is quite… odd. When Yoku begins to lose control over himself, all rational thought cease to exist within his mind and his sole objective is to shed as much of it as possible. Yoku’s eyes pick up a more frenzied or possessed appearance. In the midst of battle, Yoku’s frantic and chaotic demeanor is coupled with ruthless aggression and a mass hysteria of offensive strikes to bring about a quick and sadly painless death. However, to those unfortunates who are brought to the Ninth Division, Yoku takes his time and thoroughly enjoys dismembering, disemboweling, skinning, and possibly torturing them through the most gruesome ways possible and toss them into a large blender made entirely of foam.
Yoku’s pet peeves are absent. He has no real dislikes. However, there are many things he does like. These likes include cottage cheese (strangely enough) and the feeling you get when you slice a person’s skin so finely that it becomes transparent. His favorite type of skin to cut is that of a woman’s. Yes. Yoku’s love for women begins at sexual urges and ends with unsettling methods of murder. Females simply have softer skin that sends a pleasant shiver up your spine when you slice it. The mere thought of being able to go up against a woman in a fight to the finish causes the man to become giddy. To be fair though, Yokubari is easily excitable. Clearly though, he is more excitable around woman for they turn him on in more ways than one.
These incredibly dark habits are only willingly revealed behind the closed doors of the Ninth Division. Though they may come out at other times, Yoku tries his best to keep them concealed. He hides behind the façade of a either a pretty boy, or a younger brother, depending on who stands before him at that moment. He keeps a cheery outer visage by keeping a smile that has only disappeared on the absolutely rarest of occasions. He has an innocent glow about him as most of the younger brothers do and to think that he may have such malicious tendencies is completely absurd.
Yokubari’s has no feelings towards any particular race of beings. They are all seen as possible victims to his evil whims. However, his feelings towards his Zanpakuto spirit are very strong. She is one of the three women whom Yoku holds with great respects. The first would have to be the long since deceased female companion of his. The second would be Taihen. Taihen Obasan is a truly dark being if there ever were one. Her drive for carnage and gore is astounding. She is constantly bombarding the man’s mind with thoughts of killing and slowly drawing out the blood from a person’s body only to see how much of it they actually have. The inner workings of Yoku’s mind are an open book for the clinically insane Taihen while Taihen’s mind reminds a heavily guarded book under lock and key. The strange thing about is that even if one could peer into the spirit’s mind would they ever remain the same? The final woman who’s earned herself to be ranked as one of the most frighteningly sadistic women that one as maniacal as Yoku has actually come across is none other than his Division Captain Laetitia. Laetitia is all kinds of crazy. No doubt she’s caused somebody to stay up all night pondering on how one can be so bloodthirsty. She has taken the desire to kill unto religious aspects. These and so much more bring Laetitia admiration from one of the worlds most disturbing minds.
History:
Some Minor Mischief / A Baby Baddy
Dara Yokubari was born to a mother of Japanese descent, and a father originating from Sumatara, the second largest of the Sunda Islands in Indonesia. A business trip landed his father in Tokyo, the heart of Japan. There he met Yoku’s mother and had three children. Amongst these children Yoku was the youngest. With both a lovable elder brother and an elder sister, he was well known as a troublemaker in his neck of the woods. At the young, young age of two, the diapered warrior began seeing visions of the recently deceased. One godforsaken soul had become his companion. As a toddler the young boy had a pleasant air to him, despite his misdeeds. His ‘companion’ went by the name of Chishio Shibou. He was a thirteen-year-old brat that had caused mayhem and mischief as a child, and continued this after his death through Yoku. Yoku was stealing from stores, performing ‘works of art’ as he called them along the side of various walls. He was also bringing terror into the hearts of the more feeble residence of the area. He was fighting against youngsters and helpless old ladies alike with little to no remorse for any of them. By picking up Shibou’s twisted sense of absurdity Yoku found these actions to be the most thrilling and humorous… all by the age of four.
By the age of six Yoku’s parents and adult siblings had grown sick of the young boy’s games. His mother had an older brother as well. However, this man did not live within Japan. Yoku’s uncle lived in the slums of Taiwan. Taiwan itself was considered barbaric territory, especially by mainland China, yet Yoku’s new home rested within the more frightening village within the island. Yoku’s uncle was a Japanese business man that had found the island to be a valuable resource. However, merely two years later, Yoku’s already unstable mindset became more barbaric then those that surrounded him. To make matters worse, Shibou was still with him, pushing him to do more and more misdeeds. However, the misdeeds Yoku did at the age of eight were completely different than those he had done as a toddler. Though he was still picking fights with the helpless (which there was a significantly lower amount), he did not settle for harassment. He had begun doing what he witnessed older males doing, torturing and raping his victims. However, though he felt a slight sexual pleasure, he had little knowledge as to why he was committing these acts. The only thing he knew was that he enjoyed the shouts and screams from women. But since he didn’t quite understand the point of rape he went and forced it upon all women he could over power. At the age of eight, he was only capable of overpowering those his age… and the extremely eldery… so that’s what he did…
After binding his victims and committing heinous acts, he would kill them in the slowest manner possible. That’s what the older males did, and that’s what Yoku did. Impressionable young children should not be sent to such places. Their village had no order to speak of whatsoever. The one with the blade was the one who was in control. The early 1600s the most common weapon were bladed weapons. Yokubari’s uncle had several of these, though he followed their labels carefully and kept them out of the reach of children.
The Terrible Trio
On one of his escapades Yoku met a young girl who was almost exactly his age. There was probably as little as a couple days between them. Regardless this girl went by the name Hanyu. Hanyu was raised by a single mother… who was more masculine than most of the barbarians surrounding them were. Her father had been killed some odd years ago along with her elder brother. Hanyu had abnormal spiritual energy and was capable of seeing the deceased along with Yoku. Hanyu took well to Shibou for she was just as mentally unstable as the both of them were. Both Yoku and Hanyu went across their village wreaking what little havoc they could with Shibou laughing maniacally in the background wishing he was able to join in with them.
Amongst the youngsters of Taiwan, Yoku and Hanyu were the most terrifying. It wasn’t until they were nine years that they finally stepped up to weaponry. They had stolen from a store they had been stealing from for a couple years. This time, the owner had had it with them. The nearly forty-year-old man grabbed his dual katana and chased after the duo… erm… trio. He backed Yoku and Hanyu into a corner in an alleyway. Shibou was watching intently wondering if the two children were soon going to join him in the afterlife. After all, he himself had died in a similar way. The man charged in, a single blade drawn and the other resting within its scabbard. Yoku and Hanyu ganged up on the man. Yoku dashed towards the man, and as the armed store owner slashed at him, Yoku jumped high into the air, stepping on the man’s face, and leaped backwards. The young boy placed a hand on the owner’s katana as Hanyu snuck in and elbowed him in the groin as hard as she possibly could. Hitting the most vulnerable spot on a male, she then proceeded to remove the katana from the sheath he kept it in. Too stunned to hold his grip on the katana he had been wielding, Yoku simply tugged on it as he righted himself for his graceful landing. Now both Yoku and Hanyu were armed and the man attacking them had reverted to the fetus position. Unwittingly the man began to roll around in pain as the simply walked up to him. As Yoku began an assault of insults, and the less playful Hanyu simply sunk her new blade into the man’s skull and slowly pulled it back out, enjoying every second of it. Hanyu licked the blood off the blade and the two began carving the body up as they pleased. For half-an-hour they played with the dead body and flooded the floor of the alley with his blood.
Shibou commented on they’re growing insanity. They stripped the man of his clothes, took everything they thought were valuable (though a child’s sense of value was more along the lines of what seemed the most fun to have). They took his sheaths and then left the area as if nothing had ever happened. Death was nothing within this village. Most would simply pass by the dead body, not paying the poor soul any mind. Yoku and Hanyu would returned to they’re respective houses. Hanyu’s mother cared little for the new katana her daughter was carrying. However, Yoku’s uncle cared greatly. He took the blade from the young boy and in a flash of anger, began beating him. Yoku never was one to enjoy being disciplined. An hour of shouting and screaming came from the dirty household and finally all was silenced. If only Shibou’s laughter could be audible. It would have echoed throughout the blood filled night. Blood covered the floor of Yoku’s house. Scraps of meat and flesh were spread across the bloodstained floor. It was almost as if every ounce of blood had been extracted from the body of a thirty-nine-year-old man. Yoku simply sprawled himself out in the center of the enormous pool of blood and with an innocent child’s smile, closed his eyes and slept for the night as the blood soaked his clothes and hair.
Overcoming Obstacles
Yoku had acted on instinct and bloodlust. However he now had a problem on his hands. How was he to survive without a caregiver? Who would feed him? Who would cloth him? He had no idea how to get back in touch with his family still residing in Tokyo. Even if he did, what would he say to them? Hi, I killed your brother mommy can I come back and live with you? Nah. That wouldn’t fly. There was only one solution. He had to grab the only other person (aside from Shibou) he felt close to and he’d have to leave.
Seven A.M. the next morning Yoku was banging on Hanyu’s door. His clothes were completely drenched in and were reeking with the smell of blood. He had his katana strapped to the left side of his waist, but due to his small stature, the sheath scrapped across the floor. He also had two of his uncles katana strapped to his back in an “X” shape. Yoku explained his situation to the little girl and she nodded in compliant. She told the young boy to wait and he sat at the front of their hut. Moments later a loud shriek came from a female inside. A few more seconds passed by and Hanyu emerged from the doorway with a cheery smile and a spurt of blood on her cheek. She was armed with two katana, one of which she had obtained the night before with Yoku. The two began their journey and moved to the north. They had heard it was a much more pleasant place then their southern home… that would have to change.
A few years later and the duo was now thirteen years of age and they’re late companion didn’t seem to be aging at all. Hanyu had long since begun to develop and attain the ideal curvature that all female long for and all men crave. Yoku had gone from a cutest little boy to blooming man-to-be. He now kept two katana on his hip. These two were high classed and plucked off a rich man who had fallen at the hands of two preteens a year back. Hanyu was armed with a single katana that was strapped horizontally across her mid-back. She bore a tattoo on her lower back and along both her arms. At this point, Yoku only had one tattoo that wrapped around his bicep and depicted the Sunda Islands that his father had originated from.
Their journey to the northern parts of Taiwan had come to a temporary halt as they began terrorizing other villages that were along the way. However, they had eventually come across a village that they liked. The money that they had horded from the incomprehensible amount of victims that had fallen to a pair of younglings had allowed them to purchase a respectably sized home, one that was complete with a kitchen, several rooms, a dojo, a garden, and even a large fountain. This house would become they’re permanent residence for as long as they were to remain in this world. Yoku had begun to subdue his sadistic nature while Hanyu continuously demonstrate her insanity and love of bringing pain to others.
Friend Turned Foe
Over a decade had passed since the two moved into they’re large house and now Yoku was a well built man with handsome features and a positive glow about him that had made attaining women second nature to him. He had become a law enforcer within his village (a corrupt law enforcer, but that is beside the point). He was given a standard katana that all were given. However, he refused to be seen with them, preferring the dual katana he had plucked off of the rich man all those years ago. He was given a steady flow of income that allowed him to support himself without having to revert to his childhood tendencies of pillaging and thievery. Hanyu on the other hand continued those actions well into adulthood and found herself amongst the deceased sooner than she had expected. The two were nineteen when Hanyu’s unfortunate death had occurred. In that battle, Yoku came out severely injured, but still alive. He buried the young woman’s body atop a hill that they had made a habit of venturing off to simply to watch a sunset. This only proved that even the most psychotic and sadistic beings were only human and still liked to enjoyed the Earth’s beauty from time to time.
Shibou, on the other hand, became even more dark and malicious than he had ever been. And though this pleased the still corrupt officer, he couldn’t help but feel a strange aura around his long time companion. He felt different. For several weeks, Yoku had become weary of the still thirteen-year-old cohort of his.
It was late at night that all hell had broken loose within the man’s home. Yoku felt a strange power surge coming from his bright green garden. Rushing out to that location, he saw it. His closest remaining friend began emitting a bright blue energy. A loud ‘boom’ echoed throughout the area and the water of his fountain and the rocks the water streamed from were obliterated as the his friend was replaced by a large and hideous being. This being had a white mask and a black body that resembled that of an oversized bodybuilder. There were sharp spikes jutting out from each vertebra along the monster’s spine. Yoku did not know what to make of this sudden turn in events. Was this creature Shibou? Had he destroyed Shibou? Wait, who was Shibou? No, he couldn’t be Shibou. He was much larger, had a different skin tone. And there was a mask on his face. WTF is up with that mask?
Yoku did not have long to debate his next action as the transformed Shibou charged him with a new more powerful Hollow body. Yoku only held on katana. To make matters worse, it wasn’t even one of the ones he liked. This was the pathetic blade given to him when he became an officer. Yoku fended off the Hollow for as long as he possibly could before one of Shibou’s claws struck him in him across his torso, segmenting it into four different parts. Needless to say when one literally falls to pieces, he is more or less down for the count. However, Yoku was simply blasted backwards from the blow delivered to him. He went soaring into the wall of his house. Dust and debris from the destroyed wall rose up into a large cloud that masked his presence. When Yoku finally managed to come to, he stood still dazed. Stumbling forward a bit, he began walking with the same composure he carried himself with throughout his life. That’s when his poise was thrown out of wack. Over there, in a pile sliced up meat and blood… was that… him? If that was him… then who was he? Yoku let out a sigh. This was a very confusing time for him, so he stopped thinking about it. Whether or not he knew how these events were taking place the fact that they were taking place would not change. He still had a sizable behemoth before him that he still needed to dispose of.
Unfortunately Shibou was incredibly fast. Yoku had picked the wrong time to blink because suddenly his vision was black and he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet. Shibou had instantly moved from his position to Yoku’s and gripped his head, obscuring his view with the palm of his hand, and lifted him into the air. That’s when Shibou let out a bone chilling scream of pain as blood spurted from his forearm as it was sliced completely off by an invisible culprit. Suddenly said culprit made his presence known and stood before the beast as Yoku fell onto his ass. While Yoku was busing rubbing said ass, the swordsman before him sliced Shibou in half. This time no blood erupted from the being, instead he began to dissipate. If Yoku had kept trying to make sense of the situation, this would have likely added to his confusion. The swordsman then turned to the painfully seated Yoku and butted his forehead with the end of his hilt. A symbol appeared on Yoku’s head and glowed a bright blue as he began to slowly sink into an equally brightly glowing circle on the floor beneath him.
Born in the Slums, Die in the Slums
The Eightieth Rukongai District was… was… home. It was just as poor and rundown as the village he had lived in with his uncle all those years ago. Within a few months the sadist within him had made a devastating comeback and with a vengeance at that. Quickly, Yoku had found himself in the center of a gang of pillagers. There were only few that fought back against them, and the rest would fall victim to their blades and their quest for money and power. Yokubari spent less than twenty extra years reigning hell upon their quaint little district. Sadly, Yoku’s bond with these men was nothing short of a need, a need for bloodshed. However, soon he felt his rapidly growing entourage to be hindering his bloodlust. The leader of the now sizable group was a level-headed man who looked to gain profit and recognition. Must it be stated that this greatly angered Yokubari? The man simply wanted to cut as much people as possible, but this man got in the way of that.
The soon-to-be Shinigami had grown sick of the same twisted minds that surrounded him. The leader of their band of thieves had instructed Yoku go along with one other soul to discreetly kidnap a nobleman. Once brought into their sanctity, Yoku began playing with the poor man. This greatly angered his leader, which further annoyed the currently unstable Yokubari. Respectfully, Yoku left the area. However, he refused to forget. The 80th District needed to be rid of this feeble soul.
It was late at night when Yoku set things into motion. His pack of pillagers had purchased a large estate worthy of their magnificence. Yoku’s dormitory was to the far east of the building. His leader, Hatachi, slept at the northern part of the building. Yoku brought along one follower. His follower, Inaiya, was going along with him under false pretenses. She was under the impression that Yoku was just as noble and idealistic as she was.
Inaiya was furious with her leader. She had been drafted into that life style when she was alive. Back then she was driven by simple needs such as the need to eat and the need to sleep comfortably. She also had a passionate love/hate relationship with her leader then. And her love was much stronger than her hate, it was sad that her hate was shown more only until her death. Their entire team was ambushed and all thirteen of them died. It truly is an unlucky number. At the final stand it was her and her love fighting side by side. It was an epic tale meant to be told to young boys and girls so that they may aspire to gain such a loving soul mate. Instead, it is lost amongst the seas of dead tales that have run out of descendants to tell it, or simply had no survivors to begin with.
Upon reaching Rukongai, she immediately picked up where she left off. She was thieving and conniving, doing whatever it took to gain that which did not belong to her. However, deep down, she never had a love for the life style to begin with. She was sucked into it because of a lack of basic needs and simply never stopped. For the last several months up until this point this had been deeply affecting the woman. And Yoku’s personality was beneficial in manipulating the woman into aiding him. His positive glow had attracted her from the very start and he had been nourishing this attraction until it became blind love, an easy prey for manipulation.
Silent footsteps resounded within the grand estate. Yoku and Inaiya were making their way towards Hatachi’s ass. Someone must’ve been praying for one of the two because they certainly did not earn such good fortune off of their own kindness. A rival band had decided to make their move at the same time Yoku and Inaiya did. The rival group heavily outnumbered theirs, though each member of theirs was incredibly skilled and could handle several of them with the slightest ease. However, in all of ten minutes, the entire mansion was set ablaze. Yoku and Inaiya made haste as they had been continuously attacked by rival members.
Finally reaching the corridors that held Hatachi’s room, the sounds of an epic duel among Gods could be heard. The edges of the hallways were lit dimly by the fire. The two walked slowly as the sounds of clashing metal filled their ears and in Yokubari’s case, stirred their blood. Moments later they stood before the door and Yoku’s arm was extended as he was reaching for the handle. Just before his hand touched it the sound of metal against fleshed rung out, and was soon after followed by the sounds of large amounts of blood being instantly removed from a large wound, and then by the sounds made by a dying man taking his last breath. Yoku quickly grabbed the handle and swung the door open to see Hatachi kneeling on the floor, leaning backwards, and with his face aimed upwards. Or at least it would have been had his head not been taken off.
The body-less head rolled over to Yoku’s feet. The look of terror on the weak man’s face was priceless. Yoku’s blood began to boil. This was just too exciting. He had been expecting to easily take the life of such a feeble man, now he was going to take the life of a less feeble man. Yoku began to chuckle a sinister chuckle. Inaiya watched in horror. The man that had killed their leader was wearing all black. He showed no skin. Arms were hidden by sleeves, hands by gloves, head by hood and mask, and eyes by sunglasses with a single bar of lens streaking across them. He held a blade that was long and sleek. It had an elegant guard and the hilt was wrapped in red cloth. It was a magnificent blade made with such fine craftsmanship. Truly it was a blade meant to be wielded by swordsman who was nothing short of godly.
The battle between Hatachi’s killer and his most trusted ally, Yokubari, lasted all of five minutes. Clearly Yokubari came out the victor, otherwise his legend would end right here. Yoku knelt before the dying man and asked him a single question. A sadistic smile came across his face when he received the name of the blacksmith that had crafted such a wondrous blade. In the mean time, he’d hold onto this new one instead.
A Remarkable Encounter
The murderous man had a burning desire that surpassed that of his bloodlust. Finally it had been fulfilled when he was able to replace his subpar blade with such an amazing katana. Now, he wanted on for himself. It wasn’t fair that such a creation could not have been devoted to him. Everything about the katana he now held reeked of its former ruler. The style, shape, everything was meant to be held by the now deceased nameless man. It simply wasn’t fair.
Along with Inaiya, Yokubari set out for the blacksmith who had created the blade that was now being held up by the very same belt that held up his pants. The man was said to live in the Forty-ninth District, some ways into the distance. Since it was such a long way off, Yoku and Inaiya stopped at a nearby hut owned by a friendly old couple. However, while the two were sleeping, their guests took off. A warm breeze blowing in the wind, the brightly lit stars up in the sky, the silence of the sleeping village, the scene was too beautiful to expect what was to happen next. A loud shriek ruined the pretty vista. Instantly the two took off to location of the screaming. Inaiya moved in order to protect the poor soul that may have just died for the second time. Yokubari moved in order to witness the poor soul be cut to pieces. Just thinking about all that dripping blood excited the man.
When they got to the dim alley they saw nothing… at first. Then, a dark silhouette could be made out and brightly glowing eyes could be seen. Hidden by the shadows of the walls, the creature moved into the moonlight for his upper half to be seen by all. There was a foot sticking out of his mouth and was immediately wolfed down. The man had blood staining his mouth and looked at Yoku with the same ferocity and insanity that glinted in Yoku’s eyes. This interesting man was highly skilled. He fought with such prowess that Yoku had no choice but to admire. After a quick meeting of blades, the man spoke of his plans to join the ranks of the Shinigami. The idea excited Yoku, as many things involving the chance for more bloodshed do. The Shinigami go about ridding the world of feeble souls known as Hollow. Some were even rumored to be powerful, maybe even omnipotent. Oh what funs it’ll be to slowly cut them open, watching them writhe in pain, and drown themselves in a pool of tears and blood.
Yoku’s plan to find the sword that best attributed him was put on hold. For now, he embarked on a new journey. He was going to become a Shinigami and be able to cut, slice, peel, tear, pull, or even drill off the skin of whomever he managed to lay his cold, bloodless hands on. After all, how can one have blood when one has no heart to pump it?
Embracing the Ranks
Inaiya continued to tag behind Yoku while he continued to nourish her love for him. She was an incredibly skilled warrior. Though she had conviction and ideals that got in the way of his killing, she would take a life in the blink of an eye, should Yokubari have instructed it. She was a very useful tool, and even remarked on it herself, saying that she was his to use as he saw fit, to wield as he wields his katana. Must I mention how much this pleased the man?
Several years after there encounter with the odd man, the two stepped into the academy, and within a month, they were placed into the advanced class. Their swordsmanship skills were amazing, considering all their practice. However, it was Yoku’s astounding Kidou prowess that separated him from the rest of his peers, along with Inaiya’s impressive hand-to-hand combat skills. This brought the two to the top of their respective classes.
On one fateful evening, Yoku, Inaiya, two other students, and a Fifth-seat escort. Their escort was none other than the very man they had come across many years back in that dark alley. He quickly recognized them, though it took the two to put their finger on just exactly who he was. He was now a part of the Ninth Division, quite suitable for such a dark being. He was sent to the academy to tag behind a small group of students who were sent into the living realm for some up close experience on fighting Hollow. Because of the dangers of it, Soul Society gave a higher ranking officer the honor and the duties to protect them if things got out of hand. He was told to keep a distance and not let on that someone was following them, wanting the group to think that they had to handle things on their own with no outside help.
The eerie cry of a Hollow echoed throughout Karakura Town. Instantly the group of four took off in its direction. It took the group about four minutes to get there, giving the creature ample time to devour the delectable soul it had found. Angered, one of the other two students made a hasty dash towards the large beast. It had the overall form of a man, aside from its size, and the odd mask on its face, and the hole in the center of his chest, oh, and his forearms ending off in sharp points with no hands to speak of whatsoever. The man slashed at the beast as the beast stabbed back. It was an entertaining match, to be honest, but in the end it was the Shinigami who fell while his comrades simply watched his untimely demise. The Hollow’s spear-like arm shot straight towards his chest, catching him off guard. His lungs, his heart, and several of his other organs came bursting out of his back. Now he had a chest similar in size and shape as the monster that stood before him. The only difference was that he was spilling more blood than one would think could even be held in a body at any given moment.
Throughout the entire battle, the Hollow made various shrieks of pain. Its cries were the most delicious than any Yokubari had heard. It tingled down his spine, giving him a joyous feeling unlike any other. This excited him to incredible levels. His eyes bulged out and his breathing became heavy. Both comrades that stood at each of his sides stared at him in both fright and curiosity. It had been the first time his excitement grew to such heights. Then his eyes turned a creepy shade of red. It was bright and vibrant unlike anything else. It was also filled with lust. A malicious aura came from his form. He could no longer contain himself. His blood was bubbling and he wanted nothing more than to hear more cries from the sweet screaming monster before him. Shit was getting interesting.
The Brink of Insanity
To all those around him, it appeared as a sudden change from the young Student Shinigami. He was usually cheery and flirtatious, now he had the glow of a demon. In fact, he was visibly wrapped in crimson red reiatsu and his eyes glowed brightly on top of that. His grip on the sealed Zanpakuto given to him before he left Seireitei tightened as his heavy breathing increased. It was insane to think that such a drastic change could come from no where. It was his true demeanor that had forced itself passed the visage and to the surface of his emotions. Yokubari’s inner self had been released.
But it wasn’t the only thing to be released. Amidst all the visible changes Yokubari underwent, there were inner changes as well. To him, it appeared as though he blacked out, only to have his vision return in time to see a marvelous sight. The area appeared as a thousand-year-old battlefield. There were dead corpses of humans and demons alike lay everywhere. They all had numerous weaponry stabbed into them. Blood stained the earth and the sky in crimson red. The various patches that were not covered with bodies still emitted a crimson glow as well. The sun was blocked out by a sea red clouds that were hung over the magnificent scene. The man could literally taste the taste of blood as it wafted through the thick air. This furthered his already staggering bloodlust. Within moments of being here Yokubari had already felt like home.
Then, the angelic voice of a woman had rung in his perfectly shaped ears. She was his female counterpart. She was just as beautiful as he was handsome. There weren’t even a handful of women who could say such a thing. For if Yoku was the living embodiment of both controlled insanity and hellish beauty then likewise she was as well. The only oddities about her were the odd wings sprouting from the forefronts of her head. She wore a slim, medieval warrior’s outfit with minimal padding and armor. She glared at Yokubari with an intensity that would have struck a fear into the hearts of even those who were raised by the mighty lions themselves. However, Yokubari was not bred by lions, nor was he bred by tigers. His mother was the blade, his father, his victims’ blood. Mixed in with his sex drive, the woman’s glare simply inspired infatuation.
She announced her name, Taihen Obasan. She spoke in a clear and crisp manner. Her words floated off her tongue gracefully and the most beautiful thing about the way she spoke was what she spoke about. Everything was guts and gore. She concocted many ways of slowly taking the lives of the weak inside her twisted mind. It quickly turned the young boy on. Well… young in the sense that the more matured souls were several hundred years old. She then issued a challenge. If he was capable of landing so much as a scratch on her, than she’d give him a taste of true power. Of course, this was under the condition that he used her powers in the single goal to drain bodies of their beautifully colored blood. A sadistic smirk streaked across Yoku’s face, similar to the one plastered on Taihen’s from the very beginning.
Stepping over the Brink (The Sequel)
The man’s Zanpakuto was held tightly as he raised it before him in an offensive stance. Taihen held hers in a similar fashion. With a quick burst of speed, the male Shinigami-to-be was standing before her. He had his blade on a crash course for her head, but was met with the cold still of a perfectly identical blade. Suddenly, Taihen lashed out for a mere moment, poking two holes into his torso and a deep gash on his right hip. Then, the woman gave a crunching blow to his stomach, sending him flying across the red plains. He flew for several yards merely a meter above the ground before he finally hit it and began bouncing on it for a couple more yards. As flying descended to bouncing and bouncing to rolling, he would eventually come to a final stop, flat on his back.
Yoku was sprawled out along the crimson stained grass. He could feel his absorbent uniform soaking in the blood from the grass blades. His eyes were fixated on the beautiful sky. It was a magnificent day. If there wasn’t a sexy ass, crazy bitch trying to kill him, he’d certainly enjoy laying there for the rest of the day. But there was such a woman attempting to take his life. As his thoughts returned to the existence of the soul inhabiting his Zanpakuto, or rather, being his Zanpakuto, his crazy eyed bloodthirsty facial expression returned. Kicking his legs up into the air until they were parallel with his head, he placed his hands firmly on the ground. Then the man pushed off and landed upright on his feet. All the while he never let go Zanpakuto. Whether he followed some code of the samurai or he was simply a trained killer that new never to part with your weapons, he kept his grip.
The blow to his stomach was painful to say the least, but manageable. And again, with a burst of speed, Yokubari stood before Taihen once more. His blade was held by an arm that was flailing behind him. Swinging his arm towards the woman, his Zanpakuto came along with it. But again, it was stopped by Taihen’s Zanpakuto. She then began to strike with the same speed she had last time, however, Yoku managed to parry each and every blow. That is, until her knee made an acquaintance with his already throbbing stomach. Soon after, his face had gotten the chance to greet Taihen’s fist. Again, Yoku was sent flying back. Although, unlike last time, Taihen did not give him any time to recover. She was instantly on him. The two were moving at high speeds, horizontally, two meters off the ground, but only one did it out of their own will. This one was the one that struck her blade down on the man. Thankfully he was able to bring his own blade up to prevent himself from being cleaved in half. It was his bad positioning, however, that led him into the ground, digging and dragging along through it, pushing whole bodies, limbs, and skulls out of his wake.
Taihen rose off him as they continued to move, and came back down with a vertical slash. Yoku somehow found the time to move to the side and evade the attack and quickly sending a strong kick to the woman’s guts, sending her soaring high into the sky. ‘Pay back is a bitch!’ he cried while doing so. Then he easily righted himself. It wasn’t in the same way as before, it was done much more efficiently. Then suddenly he appeared above her with an onslaught of blows. Taihen began to parry them just as Yoku had done before. But this time it was she who was in the bad position. She may have managed to block ninety-nine percent of the strikes, but one had slipped through. It gave her a light horizontal gash on her shoulder. Though it was a miniscule wound compared to what was done to Yokubari, nonetheless he had achieved his goal. His lustful eyes pleased the woman so much that she did not bother to ask if he would comply with her single demand. And he was actually capable of slashing her, so as promised, he was given a taste of the power she had waiting for him.
Finally, a blade that was specifically meant for him.
Beyond the Brink (The Trilogy)
The mind was a funny thing. It felt as though nearly fifteen minutes had gone by, yet when Yoku snapped to attention, not a second had escaped him. The only difference was that when his conscience returned to the real world his reiatsu spiked heavily. It nearly doubled as he seemed to explode. There was a bang and then he was shrouded in smoke, what else could it have been, a Shikai release? Actually, yeah, maybe it was. He stood with more power, he his katana was replaced with a staff. Yup, this must’ve been his Shikai.
The Hollow before him looked at Yoku without fear. How arrogant. Within seconds, Yoku gave him a reason to have fear. His staff was coated in dark flames and he struck the beast with it numerous times. The cries the man heard were oh so thrilling. It may even have been better than the moans and groans of a gorgeous woman climaxing. Sadly, the beast would not survive to remember the name of Dara Yokubari… and neither will his comrades…
As soon as the monster was handled, Yoku turned on his teammates who were about to congratulate him. In the blink of an eye, his male associate was stabbed through the heart. It takes incredible force for one to be stabbed with a blunt object, even if it was lit with fire. Then, Yoku turned on his most faithful servant, or, erm, companion. The woman was so in love that she simply smiled and said ‘If this is your wish.’ and allowed herself to be slain by the maniacal soon-to-be Shinigami. And during all this mayhem and bloodshed, their hidden escort remained hidden. Once all the significant souls in the area were killed, the man stepped forward into the moonlight in a similar fashion as he did many years ago. This man was none other than Shizuma Kukai.
The two returned to Soul Society with a death toll of three. Kukai received much scorn from other Shinigami for allowing so many deaths without intervening, while Yokubari received praise and appreciation for surviving such an ordeal. He was then told that this had all been a test. Every member of their group was incredibly skilled, the cream of the crop. They were so talented that the higher ups wanted to let the progress into the rankings after only a year of academy training. Since Yoku was the only one to survive, and not only survive, but achieve his Shikai, he was allowed to graduate. Kukai had bent the story in Yoku’s favor as to not let such a powerful asset to his division be killed off by the other Shinigami. However, safely behind the walls of the Ninth Division, Kukai told Yoku’s story with great proud. He was a heartless killer who had thoroughly enjoyed the screams and pain of his victims. After a test of their own, Dara Yokubari was not only drafted into the Ninth, but also made a Seated Shinigami.
The Prestigious League of the Crazies, the Ninth Division
Yoku’s swordsmanship skills never falter as he gained outstanding Kidou prowess. Now he was the Eighth-seat Shinigami within Division Nine. The one who had brought him into said division needed much thanks for it was the most amazing situation that would even make an atheist pray to the Lord. Ninth Division was the perfect place anyone could have sent him. His new Zanpakuto, new Shikai, new Shinigami attire, and an old love for torture and murder would all be properly fulfilled under the roof of the Ninth Division.
This division was simply crawling with the clinically insane. There was a schizophrenic here and a hysteric there. Everywhere, everywhere, there was a psychopath everywhere. It was amazing. There was the previously mentioned Kukai, but there was one even more psychotic them him. Their Captain, Hitotsu. He was, for the most part, uncaring and uncompassionate. His love for battle was damn near godly, or demon-ly, take your pick. His bloodlust only inspired Yoku’s. It would be safe to assume that after several decades of working under the Ninth Division Yokubari’s lust had increased to overwhelming magnitudes. And with it, his ability to keep it tucked away was amplified as well. In public, he remained as girl-crazy as he always was. Yet the moment the door to Division Nine was shut, he was an utterly different person. He would cackle and shout like a madman.
Yoku had always held respect for those like himself. The absent Hitotsu was one. The cannibalistic Kukai was another. The sadistic Hanyu was a third. The wondrously vicious Taihen was a fourth. And last but certainly not least the mentally ill, deranged, sexily sadistic Laetitia was a fifth. Division Nine was truly filled with some astounding characters. Each had their own distinct psychiatric disorders and their own bloodlusts that needed to be fulfilled. And what could be more fulfilling than torturing a soul, gaining the required information, and then torturing them some more? It was truly a magnificent place.
Additional Info:
Yoku is highly skilled at Kidou but lacks brute strength. His eyes turn a vibrant red indicating that he has lost most of his awareness to the hidden sadist within him.
Zanpakuto
General
Name:
Taihen Obasan
Spirit Description:
Hair, clothing, facial features, facial expressions… and bat wings are all similar to what is illustrated. The only difference is that there is no cross hanging from her neck. One who has spent all of twelve seconds speaking with this being will know that she is clearly not religious. No, no, in fact she is the farthest thing from it. She has a twisted sense of humor, not to distant from Yoku’s. The only difference is that Yoku covers his insanity with a happy visage while Taihen outwardly expresses it. As Yoku struggles to control his blood lust, it is Taihen who continuously urges him to do inhumane and degrading things to his fallen victims. Of course during times of seriousness, the psychotic female subdues her sadistic behavior in order to progress her wielder’s strength and expertise. When not tutoring her battle companion she plagues Yoku’s mind with thoughts of disgusting habits and gruesome deeds that Yoku fights hard to keep inside. Yoku has greatly enjoys these tasks… in private, however in public he has to fight hard against these temptations, Taihen seems to only make it worse and enjoys doing so as well.
The woman has an overly controlling attitude and dictatorship styled methods of teaching. She is extremely arrogant and has a malicious smirk permanently tattooed onto her face and in spite of her pink eyes they too have menacing glare to them at all times. Taihen speaks degradingly towards her wielder and constantly refers to him as either her "inept disciple" or "imbecile friend". At times she enjoys manifesting herself without warning to the full view of everyone around her, simply to torment her wielder all the more, randomly poking at him. Yoku’s own personally causes conflicts between the two and they continuously argue and bicker like ten-year-old secrete lovers or eighty-year-old married couples.
The world in which Taihen resides is that of a thousand-year-old battlefield. Dead corpses lie everywhere. The bodies of humans and ogres and various other demons have spears and sword imbedded into them, never to be removed. The ground is stained with blood and the sky is tainted red. There are various patches that are not covered with bodies, though it still emits a crimson glow from the bodies of the deceased. The sun is blocked out by the many red clouds looming over the dreary fields. The metallic taste of blood wafts around the thick air stimulating the senses of the bloodthirsty and furthering the despair of the damned. This is the single most relaxing place for both Yokubari and Taihen.
Sealed:
In her sealed state, Taihen is nothing more than your average katana. There are slight differences to make her unique, but all in all she’s pretty average. Wait, except for the glowing red ruby just above the hilt. Aside from that, the only other differences are that the sheath is an incredibly dark red, barely discernable from black and the hilt is wrapped in a ribbon the same color as the scabbard.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:
We watch as they bleed, they watch as we feed. The lust cannot be quenched ‘til our inner demons are freed. Taihen Obasan!
Appearance:
His Zanpakuto is made with white gold and has waves of flame-like designs spiraling up it. His eyes turn to a vibrant red and his face gives off a more unwelcoming grin. His facial expressions appear as Taihen’s usually are. To add to this menacing look, his shirt tears off from sheer spiritual pressure and reveal his well toned upper body and the copious tribal markings that coat it.
Abilities:
Burning Staff
[Nenshou Bakuryou]
Simple enough, this coats Yoku’s staff in flames. These flames are capable of causing serious third-degree burns if contacted with the skin of someone equal in skill to Yokubari.
Growing Staff
[Oogata Bakuryou]
As its name suggest, Yokubari’s staff grows. The farthest this staff can reach is approximately seventy yards in length. However, the longer it extends the more taxing it his on his reiatsu reservoir.
Bankai
Activation Phrase:
Our inner demons are free. The lust is quenched and we are now in glee. For bringing us such joy, we have a new decree. For those whom we’ve brought suffering, we’ll allow an end to their misery. Taihen Obasan motte Kigakiru!
Appearance:
Form One
No… he does not transform into a girl… >.>
His hair, eye color and various other physical changes remain the same as they do in his dual bladed form (second form), however now Yoku is encased in a large, full body armored suit. Heavy armor covers his abdomen the right side of his chest, his entire right arm and hand, along with his legs. His feet are protected by large metal boots. However, the left half of his chest along with his left arm and hand are completely bare. His tribal markings along with the depiction of the Sunda Islands come into view here as well. His blade is large and mostly black. The sharper edges bordering the blade are pure white while the odd markings on the black of it are colored in a dark crimson color. The blade is almost seven feet long while the hilt is a good three.
Form Two
Yoku’s eyes turn a vibrant and eerie red. His usually shiny, navy blue hair transforms into a dark crimson hue. Though the original style of his hair remains the same, it lengthens. The ponytail behind him stretches down to just behind his knees and also seems to be more abundant than usual. The hair invading his face reach down to about shoulder length and the ones framing it go beyond that, leading down to elbow-height. He is also wrapped in a dark red leather trench coat. This trench coat is outlined in white. On his feet, Yoku wears white leather dress shoes. He wears red silk dress pants that are tied to his waist with a white leather belt. The ends of the legs on his pants are also outlined in white. The buckle on this belt is larger than average, but still would not put a cowboy to shame. It is rectangular in shape and is made of shiny platinum. There are seemingly expensive red rubies bordering along the buckle. (I say seemingly because they would normally require a large sum of money… yet they magically poofed onto his pants… >.>). Also, his initials, "D.Y." are in the center of this buckle, also studded with brightly glowing "seemingly expensive" red rubies.
He wields dual katana. The hilts of these katana are crimson red sectioned off by white gold. The blades are pearly white. However, the tips of the blades are stained red and creep down the blade and fade out appearing as dripping blood… that fades out. Upon release, there is a dark red, bloodthirsty aura glowing around the blades and the newly transformed Yokubari.
Abilities:
Dual Transformations
[Nigenteki Henshin]
This is an attribute upon the release of his Bankai. Yokubari has the option of choosing one of two forms. The first form is a default form. When his Bankai is released, this is the form he will go into. It is the least energy consuming of the two. However, the first form is incredibly slow. Yokubari’s already lack of speed is increased by the heavy armor he is forced to bear. However, what he lacks in speed, he makes up for in sheer strength. His original brute strength is quadrupled in this form, though the bulk of this strength is made to lift up his enormous sword with ease. His second form is meant for much speedier attacks. His strength is about half of what he gains in his default form. However, it is his speed that is greatly increased. His speed is put on par with a high-classed Vice-Captain. Also, his other abilities such as Kidou and the flames surrounding his blades are given a doubled in power than in his first form.
Switching between the two forms is not tricky. A good three seconds to himself and Yokubari will have switched, almost making it seem like a third release for his Zanpakuto. Unfortunately, his much more powerful second form can only last for several minutes (four to five posts). And once used in a battle, it can not be reused. A good night’s sleep however, can remedy any ailment.
Form One Abilities
Burning Wave
[Nenshou Nami]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcNHnVtZvaE&feature=related (First ten seconds)
To perform this ability Yokubari needs to swing his blade vertically, from the ground up. Then, from just in front of Yoku, five streaks of crimson flames spurt out. Though they start off very small, each streak quickly reaches a height of three meters and a width of one. The distance between the five streaks grows the farther they go out, however, even a meter away, any significantly lower beings would be severely burned to the point that they would too damaged to continue the battle. From the actual flames, those equal in ability to Yoku would receive intense damage from the flames. The flames have the ability to incinerate all else in the area and can stretch on for as long as Yoku wills it, though it will be more taxing the farther they get. This is an end all attack that can only be used three times in a match. Though a fourth may be possible, it is strongly unadvised.
Form Two Abilities
Burning Discus
[Nenshou Enban]
Yokubari rapidly spins his blades to the point where they appear to be burning red discs. Fitting name, huh? These discs are thrown and have incredible power behind them. They move at twice the speed of a Bala and have the more slicing power than a mere slash. They can be blocked by Zanpakuto and things alike, however, the reverberations would stun those equal to him long enough for him to get in close. This attack is mainly used for slaughtering a mass army of weaklings because of its ability to be guided by Yoku with not trouble at all. The flames are as powerful as those used in his Shikai.
Shinigami Techniques
Six Rods of Prison Light
White Lightning
Abolishing Flames
Thunder Roar Cannon
