Night Watching(open)

[Ruken Matsuri]

Ruen roamed the streets of karakura town as the night sky gre dark. "There is no beauty that can be compared to the beauty of the night moon", said Ruken. Ruken continued to walk the streets for hours until day finally turned to night. Ruken leapt on to a nearby house and sat on the roof of the house watching the pearl white moon hover in the sky. "How can I return to the place in wich I was baished. How can I return to the place where the moon is at it's closest. How can I", thought Ruken. Ruken closed his eyes, and sat back as the moon soared in the sky. A voice in the back of Ruken's head howled as Ruken closed his eyes.

"What do you want?", Ruken scowled. "Why are you so mad, I thought you liked the night", laughed the voice. "You're the reason!", Ruken yelled. A sound went off behind Ruken, making him whip around to look at the figure. A small boy stood there looking at Ruken. "How can you see me?", asked Ruken. The little boy looked at his chest revealing a chain that connected to the roof of the house. "You're a spirit", said Ruken. The boy nodded and walked over towards Ruken. And took a seat at the end of the roof and looked up towards the sky. "I like to come up here at night and look at the sky", said the boy. "How did you die?", asked Ruken. "There was a bad car accident", replied the boy.

Ruken put his hand on the boy's head and said I am sorry, ut I must go now. I hope to see you soon". The boy grabbed Ruken's hand as Ruken got up and said "You're one of those shinigami right, so you can send me to that place called Seireitiei". Ruken frowned and looked away towards the moon and said "I am sorry, but I am no longer a shinigami, one year ago when I was a shinigami a monster tat lives inside of me emerged and killed alot of people. I was banished from the seireitei for it", replied Ruken. The boy let go of Ruken's hand and looked down, but when he looked up Ruken had his zampaktou unsheathed and the hilt was facing towards the boy's forehead. "I don't know if this will work, but here goes nothing", said Ruken. Ruken tapped the boy's froehead with the hilt and in twenty seconds a glowing blue mark appeared on the boy's forehead. A small glowing blue circle appeared around the boy and he started to phase through the roof of the house. "Thank you", said the boy as he fully phased through the roof. A shocked look crossed Ruken's face as the boy dissappeared. "I didn't know...I didin't know I could still do that", thought Ruken as tears started to flow from his eyes.

[Gahrok]

Gahrok watched silently from his vantage point underneath a city bench, it had been where he was sleeping. Awoken once again by the lonely voices of the restless spirits, he sighed, was it his curse to still have them haunt him after all these years? Didn’t they know he couldn’t help them? But this time it wasn’t upon his shoulders, another ragged soul had helped the boy. The weary lines on his face nearly gave way to sadness and pity as he heard of the man’s story. So similar to his own, Gahrok’s heart felt a genuine stab of remorse for the path he had taken. To look upon this man, who could still succeed at bringing justice while the world gave him nothing. How?

Gahrok watched with the weight of the world on his brow as a tear trickled down the man’s face and the boy faded away.

“I didn’t know either my friend,”Gahrok croaked in a hoarse and inaudible whisper, directed towards no-one. And yet… in his heart, deep within, he knew that could never… would never be him again. He could not forgive the world for his own abandonment, his own betrayal. No-one deserved his justice, they hadn’t earned it… they hadn’t shared it. A slow tear trickled down Gahrok’s face, under the park bench… under the moon and the stars. Such beauty only served to mask the evils of the world. What was left? Nothing real.

With all his heart he yearned to reach out to his fallen comrade, to help him… to give him something to lean on. And yet he had nothing for him, nothing to share but blackness and failure. Gone were those days. Gahrok closed his eyes and rolled over onto his back, pain written across his features as his fists clenched. He let out a ragged breath, a loud expulsion of air. “You have not yet fallen.” he said, with the intent that his unknown ally in this darkness might hear and understand.

[Ruken Matsuri]

Ruken jerked his head around to see a figure lying under a bench across the street. Ruken watchd as the figure moved his lips, but Ruken did not know what the man was saying. "Wait, how can this man see me?", Ruken thought to hhimself. "You are useless, you can barely sense spiritual pressure. If I was a real person I would've killed you the first time that we met", said the voice in the back of Ruken's head. "Why do you always have to torment me?", asked Ruken painfully. "Because it's fun", holwled the voice. Ruken jumped down from the house that he was sitting on and walked across the street towards the bench. "How long have you been there? How much of that did you see? Who are you?How can you see me?", asked Ruken. Ruken squatted down get a good lok at the man.

"Can't you tell. You are really useless, why did I have to be sealed within your body. he's just like you, an outcast, a reject, a vizard", said the voice in the back of Ruken's head. Ruken ignored the insult by his inner hollow and looked at the man. "Are you...are you really just like me. Have you been banished from the seireitei just as I have?", askde Ruken. Ruken watched the man as the man lay there under the bench. "Can you...can you help me achieve a goal. Can you help me find the syndicate?", asked Ruken. Ruken got up off of the floor and looked down at the vizard.

[Gahrok]

“Go on,” it hissed, Tell him that you ARE just like him… and tell him why. Tell him who won in our little battle.”. Gahrok drew in a ragged breath, trying his best to ignore the creeping voice of insanity that was his own personal demon. Clutching a hand to his forehead and growling in a low and dangerous tone Gahrok pushed his palm against the park bench above him. The slow splintering of snapping wood could be heard, and then, like a thunderbolt Gahrok flew upwards, the park bench rocketing off into the street. The coiling metal of its frame screeched as it skidded across the pavement. Breathing heavily Gahrok assessed the man in-front of him with a cold and calculating gaze. Were they alike? “Only in the matter of your situations… I however, am much stronger then his parasite.”. Gahrok shuddered with rage, the voice never stopped… but he would not respond tonight, there was too much he could learn from this man… who seemed so similar to himself.

“I will answer your questions.” he said in a low voice, bowing his hand and letting the cold night wind blow his long white hair across his downcast face. It was the first time he had responded to anyone on years, the first time in so long that he had swapped words without fists. It almost felt like… an admission of his humanity, that all was not lost yet to his monster. But it was a fools hope, he knew it. “I….” he stuttered vainly, “I am not like you. Had I seen that boy…. I would’ve left him to die. Justice is a lie I no longer wish to continue perpetrating.”. A lazy hand batted his hair out of his face and he strained to bring his eyes to meet the mans, it had been so long since he had been able to look anyone in the eyes… peoples souls were to painful for him to see.

The he laughed, a deeply dark and hideous thing. Blacker then the surrounding night his cynical chuckle rang out, tainting the streets. “I cannot help anyone achieve anything, for there is nothing in this world to achieve. Whatever goal it is you wish to attain, remember that no-one can help you in this lonely place. As for this Syndicate…. I know nothing of it but its existence.”

[Ruken Matsuri]

Ruken held his head in dismay, but when he looked up light filled his eyes. "I didn't send that boy to the seireitei for justice, I did it becase the boy...he reminded me of myself", said Ruken. "You wuss, you have no spine", growled Ruken's inner hollow. Ruken thought a minute about the syndicate and then looked back at the man. "You know, I hear that the syndicate can help out rogue vizard...like you and me", asid Ruken. Ruken touched the hilt of his zampaktou and his zampaktou's spirit appeared. The five foot tall wolf that's fur seemed as white as snow looked at Ruken, his eyes blue like pools of crystal clear water. "Ruken, who is this?", asked Hazekimadu the zampaktou spirit. "It is a friend", replied Ruken.

"Forgive me for asking, but may I see your zampaktou's spirit. I ask because I see your zampaktou and I was abit curious", asked Ruken. Hazekimadu laid down and Ruken petted him gently.

[Gahrok]

“I have knews for you,” said Gahrok softly, only sadness weighing his words. “No-one can help us.” Gahrok took a step back and took a ragged breath, it was like he was seeing Wolfe right in-front of him. This man’s zanpaktou…. it looked almost exactly. How? “I was wrong… he is stronger then you, you are not the same at all. Shaking in fury Gahrok calmed himself, he would not talk to thin air, he would not be crazy in-front of this man. Something was restraining him, some need to be once more respected. How could he still summon his spirit so easily, how did he have such control? Did he not have a parasite within him, just as Gahrok.

“Im not…” whispered Gahrok, his green eyes glinting, “YOUR FRIEND.” he screamed. And all the world was red. Clasping his hands to his head Gahrok fell to his knees, breathing short and ragged breaths. It was trying to come out… not now… not NOW. Suddenly his convulsive movements halted and Gahrok gazed imploringly upwards at the man in-front of him, never had he felt so weak. So comparatively foolish, he just wanted to run from this place… or fight, yes, that is what he could do…. Wouldn’t that show him?. NO, Gahrok shook his head, not this time.

“I am… I’m sorry..” he stammered. “ My Zanpaktou, he no longer speaks with me.”

[Ruken Matsuri]

Looking down at the man Ruken said "forgive me for asking". Ruken turned around and was readying to walk away, but Hazekimadu wouldn't budge. "What is wrong?", asked Ruken. "Can't you tell, this man's inner hhollow is tearring away his humanity. Can't you fel it destroying him from the inside?", said Hazekimadu. Ruken turned back around to the man and knelt over. "If you are in need of assisstance I will help hyou", said Ruken. "Sympothy...compassion...equals weakness!",yelled Ruke's inner hollow. "Leave me alone", said Ruken.

Ruken petted Hazekimadu gently and stared at the man trying to figure out why the man had lost all hop for compassion, and feelings. "Why have you abandon your feelings? Why. People, especially people like us need our emotions and feeling so that we can...how can I put this. We need our emotions because they keep us going. We are the outcasts of the seireitei. Because of that we need to be strongerso that-sorry, I've said to much", said Ruken. "Let us go Hazekimadu", said Ruken. Hazekimadu returned to Ruken's zampaktou, and Ruken turned around.

[Gahrok]

Gahrok laughed, a harsh laugh, a devilish and grating laugh. His eyes were swimming with rage, his hollow beginning to take over and the need to fight, to kick… to scream. Like a rebellious child he would not take his verbal medicine so easily. What did this fool know? He needed others, he was weak…. what did he even fight for? What did he even live for? What had he ever… lost? Gahrok growled, low, a wolves growl.

“Anger, is an emotion, is it not? I am no outcast of that cursed place… that place is itself an outcast of JUSTICE!”.

Wind began to swirl around Gahrok, small debris flying in a mini cyclone. I Suggest you leave, he whispered dangerously, “Before you make any more…. fatal misunderstandings of who I am.”. Gahrok’s beady yellow eyes glared defiantly at Ruken’s back, his heart pumping was the only sound he heard, red all he saw… disgust and rage all he felt. “I need NOTHING….. I need NO-ONE.”

[Ruken Matsuri]

Ruken turned his head slightly and grabbed the hilt of his zanpaktou. "What is happening, what is this amazing reiatsu exploding from his body?", thought Ruken. a small rock flew at Ruken's face, but he slapped it away. "Sir, I have made no misunderstandings of who you are, I know exactly who you are. You are someone that has lost all hope, that has lost his most important emotions. The only emotion you hold now is...ANGER", said Ruken. Ruken turned fully around and watched the debris fly around the man. "hey Ruken, stop trying to be a good guy and get the hell outta here before he kills you", asid Ruken's inner hollow.

"I suggest that you lower you're tone sir befroe I might have to make you", said Ruken. Ruken took a step backwards as more and more debris appeared. "I can help you, and if I cannot the vizard council can. Please, tell me this. why do you hold a grudge against theh seireitei, against feelings. And most of all why do you let that monster control you're feelings. I too have a monster, but he stays locked up!", yelled Ruken. Ruken looked at the man, staring him down. "Please sir, I'm asking you to stop this", said Ruken softly.

[Gahrok]

Gahrok just laughed, a spilling and venomous deluge of pure angst and frustration made physically present in the reverberating cackles. “The fool thinks he can stop you… that he can change things… SHOW HIM… show him what you are… what WE are.”. Gahrok no longer had the will to fight the demon within him, the white of his mask slowly crept up the side of his face, and he himself began to visibly tremble with the painful transformation that was forcing hold of his body.

“I don’t need your help….” he screeched, his voice mingling with the sour and pestulant tone of his hollow. “Nothing is left but the battle…. you cannot stop this…. no-one can.”

Gahrok paused, his eyes dormant and docile for a second as they met with Rukens, his tone for but this instant was not marred by hollow control, “What … do I have against them? Everything. They took it all…”

[Ruken Matsuri]

"Do you hear yourself, do you hear the words that are coming out of you're mouth? HYou're letting that monster control you, you can't let it control you! You have to take control over you're body. You are the king of his world, it isn't the other way around! Take control now, or that beast will run you for the rest of you're life!", yelled Ruken. Ruken seeing the white creeping, crawling mask emerge from the man's face Ruken started to get scared, so he gripped the hilt of his zanpaktou tighter.

"Please, I don't wish to fight you, but if I have to I will kill you", said Ruken. Ruken took a step back and called out Hazekimadu. "What's wrong with him Ruken?", Hazekimadu asked Ruken. Hazekimadu looked up to Ruken, then back at the man. "It's a beast, a beast it's eating away hhis humanity", replied Ruken. A small stick flew at Ruken, so Ruken quickly unsheathed his zanpaktou and cut the stick in hal. "Now sir listen. I don't want to figh, but do not anger me, or else!", shouted Ruken.

[Gahrok]

The white was beginning to fully mask his face, and the Gahrok that had but a shred of sanity to float on was now sinking in the ocean of insurmountable bestial rage that his demon possesed. Screaming painfully he clapped his hand to his forehead, a furtive glance towards his opponent revealing pained and constantly flitting green orbs. It wasn’t fear that made him turn, nor rage… it was a deep seated need that tore at his sole. “Masaru.” he hissed. Yes, that was all he needed, that revenge… and then he could die a man. With the haunting word etched into the silent night Gahrok flash stepped away, leaving the scene with the speed of a madman.

((Sorry, I am in a lot of threads and need to cut down before school… also because of Gahrok’s plot I cant have him get into a fight here and that’s where this is headed. I encourage you to jump in another thread or make another, it was fun rp’ing with yah but this is my exit.))

[Uryuujin]

Uryuujin Fangs sat by himself in the park, drinking his sake and talking to no one, or so it appeared. Truly he was never alone, he always had someone with him, his Hollow. "well i suppose that could be true, but think about the ramifications of such findings!" he said aloud. "well, i guess that is up to the true Shinigami now." commented the hollow within. "well i guess that's tr-" Uryuujin replied, but was interrupted by a huge surge of Reiatsu. "what could that be?" he asked himself. "its another one of us!" the hollow exclaimed silently. "Two of them! there's probably some kind of conflict going on, their Reiatsu patterns are hostile at best."
"Lets go check it out" Uryuujin stated, and sped off using his shunpo, his sake falling to the ground. the last thought he had before he raced off was Maybe I'll get an interesting fight out of it. To this thought, he smiled.

[Kovath]

In the midst of a small bar, you could find Kovath, in his gigai form, asking for some soda. "It's been a long time since I've been in this world, how long has it been? 10 years? no, more like 17 years." Kovath was on vacation from the Academy and had signed up for a visit to Earth. He had just visited his parents grave, even now you could find a few tears trickling down his cheek as he remembered his old life. "Those were the days," he thought with extremely heavy guilt. That was until he detected a massive reiatsu surge. He immediately removed himself from his gigai form, took his spirit communicator, and left toward the surge. "Code red, massive surge of reiastsu, requiring assistance," he shouted into the communicator while trying to find a safe location to hide as he understood he was too weak something this powerful.

Traveling closer to the gateway, while dragging his gigai, he found a the group of shinigami dead from what appeared like Cero blasts. He then proceeded to curse and tried hiding himself as best he could before someone noticed him. "Let's see, I sent a message 20 minutes ago, they should respond in 30 minutes." He began to prepare his hiding location, when he heard footsteps, Kovath froze in fear and was beginning to feel heavy from the sheer weight of reiatsu. Suddenly a shinigami-looking man appeared who looked both angry and remorseful. Kovath knew it was probably the end.

[GoldenKitten]

Moved to Dead RP's.