Bait and Switch aka Cross of the Anarchist(closed)

[ZR0 C00L]

The first rays of sunlight peaked out over the horizon, illuminating for the morning all that the night had hidden in its absence. The town still slept, the various shops and restaurants were closed. The roads were barren, for the most part; Karakura was a ghost town and would remain as such, at least for another hour or so. But there was one who defied the sovereignty of silence. One who dared to speed through the empty roads. The high pitched scream of his engine echoing off the buildings of his surroundings as the motorcycle he straddled raced forward. The world around the rider seemed almost a blur as the young man switched into his sixth and final gear, the digital speedometer reading paralleling the oncoming road as it quickly rose from 210km/h to 270km/h and climbing. A slight smirk went unnoticed under the black helmet he wore, a red A with a red circle around it emblazoned the back right side of it.

Earlier that morning, Daijiro Kato had woken up at three am. Still in the brotherhoods training grounds where he had spent the last two days in solitude. Deciding that he wanted to try something different and more challenging than the HQ had to offer rather than push himself into passing out from exhaustion by his lonesome for the millionth time. The young Quincy made his way to the cafeteria and made himself a quick breakfast before heading to his quarters and prepping his gear. Making sure to pack and/or holster his weapons. Knowing today he would need extra, considering what he had in mind. Daijiro took along extra silver tubes which he placed in a knapsack and put the bag in the rear compartment of his R-1 that Yamaha dared call a trunk, nevertheless it wasn’t trunk space that lead him to purchase the bike. The fact that it reached 300km/h at 18,000 rpm in almost the blink of an eye is what had the boy sold. Closing the “trunk” and pulling his helmet down, he waited as the engine purred finding its idling state and with a flick of his wrist he was off.

Slowing his pace as he reached a more residential district of town, Daijiro began searching for a suitable spot to begin. It wasn’t long before he found what he was looking for. Sheltered by the many apartment buildings surrounding it was a park. The black and red glove holding the throttle pulled back and with a banshee like wail the archer raced toward it. The front wheel lifting off the ground as he increased his speed once again, Daijiro reflected on the beautiful morning it was shaping out to be before allowing it to return to the ground. Leaving his bike in the nearby parking lot off but with the key still in it and his helmet resting on the seat, Daijiro walked into the fair-sized park. The park itself was nothing special, circle in shape with a standard swing/slide/monkey bar playground for the children of the area in its center. The boy walked casually to the playground and looked about. Seeing that the area was clear of civilians, Daijiro fished in his shirt pocket and pulled out something he held in a closed fist of his gloved hand.

Guess it’s now or never. This place won’t stay empty for long. He thought to himself.

Inhaling deeply, Daijiro opened his hand revealing a disk shaped pendant. Taking a long look at it, the boy decided that doing this was worth the risk and he would only be reprimanded by the brotherhood if they found out. Besides, it wasn’t like he was endangering anyone but himself. No one was around, and even if they were he would have no trouble defending them, or so he thought anyhow. Holding his arm to the heavens, Daijiro shattered the pendant and prepared for what was to come. He knew using hollow bait was prohibited and very rare to come by. But finding it years ago among his uncles things, Daijiro had waited for this day. He wasn’t so foolish that he would attempt such a thing at the time, no he waited and trained extremely hard preparing himself so that there’d be no chance of collateral damage in this case meaning human life, he was sure the city was gonna have a hefty bill to foot after this one.

[ZR0 C00L]

(Flashback)

Eleven days prior to his use of hollow bait, Daijiro had returned to a place he hadn’t seen since his induction into the brotherhood. His uncle Lizuka’s place still stood, looking the same as it had when he had left. It had only been two years but Daijiro felt as if it was a lifetime ago. No longer was he preparing to fight hollows as others did the actual fighting. Now he had become a proficient hunter in his own right, living with the brotherhood was very beneficial to him. He missed his family true, but now that he was on his own he had become stronger than he ever thought he would have. Hunting countless hollows in the two years that had passed, Daijiro had pushed himself past all his limits and managed to either emerge victorious or survived to fight another day. He was at his old home to ensure that in the future he would be doing more of the former and a lot less of the latter.

Taking slow steps up the walkway leading up to the modest abode he had called home. Opening the door, Daijiro picked up the smell of stale air that came with locking a house down for years without opening a window. Ignoring the sense of nostalgia lest he succumb to the longing he had to be re-united with his family. If he did, this visit would turn into something that the young boy had not intended it to be. Making his way up the stairs into what used to be his room, looking about he saw that nothing had changed. More to the point since he had sole ownership of the house nothing had a possibility of changing in his absence. Reminding the boy of how truly alone he was. Pushing these thoughts aside, Daijiro exited his old room and shut the door behind him. What he needed wasn’t in there, he knew this. He only entered because he wanted to peek in for old time’s sake.

Come on, get going. Your wasting time here, you know where it is. The young man ordered himself mentally.

Daijiro turned away from his old room and began walking down the hallway towards his intended destination. As he entered what was Lizuka’s room, the boy’s mind filled with his memories of days past. He could still picture his uncle in the room he now stood in, talking to him about how the outside world worked for those who were spiritually “awake”. It was during one of these talks that Lizuka had shown him what he had come to retrieve. Going into the walk-in closet, Daijiro reached onto the upper shelf and took down a black shoe box. To his surprise there was a note attached to the top of it and it had his name on it. Immediately recognizing the writing as his uncles, Daijiro hastily opened the folded piece of paper and read its contents.

“Daijiro, I’m sorry I Couldn’t be there to give this to you myself when you came of age. This along with everything else that was once mine belongs to you now. I’m sure you’ve gone over all that with the lawyers already so I’ll spare you the boring stuff about the property and belongings. This box holds something that will become invaluable to you, should you decide to continue with the “family business”, and knowing you your probably already at it. I want you to know that I’ve always been proud of you, and I know if your parents were alive they would be too. Grow strong, and remember the lessons I’ve taught you. With this, you will be able to increase your powers exponentially. But always be aware of the risks it carries. If you choose to use this, there is no turning back……………….”

Daijiro finished the rest of the letter that was more specifically about the contents of the box. A broad smile made its way on to his face and he turned around and made his way towards the door. Daijiro left the house without another look backwards. He had gotten what he came for, as much as he enjoyed reflecting on days past, there was still much to do in the present. As started the engine of his motorcycle, he could hear his uncles words speaking the last few words of the note he held in his breast pocket.

You’ll make us all proud Daijiro.
Lizuka Kato.

(Now the action can start. Yay)

[GoldenKitten]

Moved to Dead RP's.