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Where Demons and Devils Walk Empty Where Demons and Devils Walk

Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:57 am



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Takeshi Yamazaki, the Quincy Killer a man who slaughtered a thousand drenching his hands in their blood. He left a trail of carnage in his wake, using his sword and honor for meaningless slaughter. It wasn't something he could easily forget, thus the vow that he would be a nomad and not take sides. Takeshi would do whatever his honor deemed worthy of him, he sat on a rock hollow bodies slowly died around him. He'd not done anything but sat there upon the stone in the sun. He wore cloak with a hood that hid his face. Takeshi's entire being was engulfed in the shadows of the cloak, his hawk like gaze seemed to be peering into the very structure of things around him. His eyes could see so much more of this desert that anyone else had dreamed of. Upon his right shoulder was the massive blade Takeshi wielded, his eyes just peered into the silence. His very pressure killed these Menos around him without much trouble. Takeshi didn't move from his stone ever, fighting from this location was a matter of honor. Nor did he use his Zanpakutō at the moment, just a single hand to deal deadly blows to them. His hand moved slowly as a single hollow moved forward. He gently bent the finger back as he gave the digit a flick, the creature's entire head was parted from the body without any effort. Takeshi's fist of the mountain was extremely deadly, as he sat still in the den of vipers. Where the demons and devils walked in the sun devouring the souls of others. This was a suitable punishment for a man who threw away honor, he'd killed Menos such as these as a child without trouble. Killing them now was a meaningless affair that held little to no meaning even to his mind. Takeshi remained in thought not moving unless he had to do so. A sword was brought at him, this one was an Arrancar he raised his hand up. Catching the blade in his fingers lifting the creature up and tossing it into the bodies of the decaying others. Takeshi could get up if he wanted, he gave his finger a another flick sending a blast like attack that vaporized the creature.

Takeshi walked among the Demons and Devils now, because sinners only had this resort. His hawk like eyes remained visible beneath that cloak. The cold nature of Takeshi's ruthless defense of the rock he sat upon was something of a legend in this section of Hueco Mundo. Many hollows viewed him as a challenge, to get him to move from his rock was a matter of principal. He claimed something that Shinigami had no rights too, while others believed he should remain there in that location. For if he wandered it meant a greater toll of death, the large amount of hollows seemed to be abandoning this pointless exchange. Takeshi didn't move from this spot yet he still had one hundred more years of this to go. Takeshi ate here, slept here and did everything from this rock. Many believed it was something of a devotion of his to what had happened. His friends he had failed them completely in keeping his composure. Unohana he'd caused her to cry, that wasn't something he expected her capable of.

But his eyes of the hawk remained aware and ready for the next attacker. His Zanpakutō understood Takeshi's fury at himself, it was something that it grasped very well. In a way this was both of their way of atoning for the crimes of killing such pitiful weaklings. Quincy were paper between his fingers, he could still remember the night of the slaughter that he brought upon that race. Only one greater killer was ever born from that war. Raidoactive was his name, Takeshi had heard of his exploits from the Hueco Mundo. Hollows that returned here by some luck had managed to pass word around. Takeshi was friendly enough, some hollows could walk right past him with no troubles. He was simply listened, the first time he looked genuinely sad was at the news of Yamamoto's death. Takeshi cut a mountain in half as he shook in emotional anguish. He blamed himself deeply, had he stayed and been their he could of honorable cut down that bastard.

But nothing else remained to do now, but sit here for the one hundred year sentence Takeshi had designed for himself. This place of Devils and Demons had gained a new resident and visitors were welcome. Attackers were even welcome to try their luck against Takeshi's skill, he'd only gotten far more impressive at his method of attacking people. Takeshi's mind had gotten so physically tough that he believed he could destroy Hueco Mundo with a single swing of his sword sometimes, using his hands seemed to be the best handicap over anything else. But Takeshi was good enough with his Hakuda to stack up against most 2nd Division Captains. Ceon had once called him a demon of the close realm. Takeshi could fight at close distance like no other before him. He had excellent hakuda and zanjutsu. Adding these elements together, his family never bothered with kido. They trained the children and people of course, but not at use of the spells. But on the subject of defending, what chants did what. They were educational for a man like him of course.

Takeshi wiped what blood remained on his hand off on the cloak, flicking the one hollow's head off had stained it a bit. He closed his eyes as the desert began to move about ruthlessly. Training such as this was mental but something he needed to do. Takeshi's location was known to most in Hueco Mundo as the rock sitter, he'd been here for years it seemed as though he never bothered with moving from this spot if he could help it. Only time would erase the sins, no not even that would help. His sin was large killing weak Quincy who couldn't stand against him, Irelia's words echoed in his mind. Her face in shock, as the man she thought would buy into the illusion of deceit broke free. As he slaughtered her entire kin, making sure none survived his fury. Takeshi looked ahead, the next group were here already he wasn't interested really. The first two dropped from his stare, as he watched the next two attack. He closed his fist now, using a back hand motion as they attacked at the same time.

Takeshi's arm went straight through them as though nothing was there. Blood sprayed the Cloak as the hollows were cut in half by his arm alone. A large impact had hit the sand up into the air, Takeshi would continue this training among Devils and Demons alike. For this was the place that Demons and Devils walked and destined home for Takeshi Yamazaki.



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Sat Mar 22, 2014 12:16 pm
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Izanagis sight was set dead ahead. His light beam travelled at a moderate pace as a large torrent of wind and electricity swooped straight by him; there was no doubt about it, Ceon had retained his speed over the years. He didn’t like lagging behind, he smiled at the challenge while the light that surrounded his body began to strengthen; it shone bright within the dark void as his speed began ascending. The Kido that he cast had tracked the man the duo seeks, albeit Izanagi didn’t inform his comrade as he found his methods of detection rather interesting. His eyes closed a little as they escaped the darkness of the hole and broke out into the likes of Hueco Mundo; the moment he passed the threshold of the exit, the light around him began deconstructing into all colors of the light spectra as it attached itself to the surroundings and vanished.

Seconds after Ceon touched down, so did Izanagi. A smile formed as the sand surrounding Ceon instantly turned to glass while Izanagi gently touched down; his feet began sinking into the depths of the sand until he came to a halt. His eyes darted around Hueco Mundo, the feeling that resonated from the area wasn’t all too welcoming; his Kido began recalibrating at the tip of his fingers. They had only just entered a new dimension so it required and additional second or two in order to correct the co-ordinates. Izanagis phased out for a second while hes hearing picked up what Kaizaken had to say. Although it didn’t register on a psychological level, it did on a cognitive one which allowed him to recall the words spoke after returning from his third person view. His eyes were shut, he was focusing on finding him.

The light that had branched off from his body began heading toward the location determined by Izanagis Kido. He subconsciously noted that Ceon was trying the same so it was a matter of who found him first. As his light shifted, his sight was projected onto the wave of light where he noticed countless dead in a fairly eroded scenery. He smiled, he had found him but it seemed that Ceon found him the moment later. Izanagi re-opened his eyes, his sight was set on the glass ground beneath Ceons feet until his Wakizashi began transforming into a large staff and Ceon began his comical antics.

Suddenly, he raised his staff up high at which point he began spinning it, the faster he spun the larger the vortex that formed around him. Izanagi stood there seeming unphased by the rising sand; he chuckled as the wind currents around the general area began to change because of Ceons actions. Sand was beginning to get engulfed into the large vortex as it began on its path to Takeshis location. The height of the twister surpassed that of an average Menos Grande which was intriguing considering Ceon hadn’t even broke a sweat yet. Izanagi stood there while his attire fluttered vigorously in the wind; he could do one of two things, the first being stop Ceon while the second being kick back and watch. Izanagi wasn’t the type of person to watch someone get hurt needlessly, however this seemed to be a bit of a reunion present from Ceon and so he left it. As the twister moved forward, Ceon slammed his staff down which forced it to shatter and push the Sand Particles toward Takeshi at rather impressive speeds.

Then, Izanagi noticed that Ceon had vanished. His peripheral vision noted that he had begun on a venture through the sand storm in the hopes of surprising Takeshi. He grinned, allowing his perfect white teeth to be exposed to the area but only momentarily. The sand almost instantly made its way toward his mouth which rubbed the smile off his face while he jolted into action. To begin with, he nulled his spiritual presence. By null, he simply suppressed it to absolute zero: his scent vanished: his footsteps vanished and so did he general presence in the area. In the meantime, he flanked the sand storm that flew toward Takeshi.

He performed one straight line of fast paced Shunpo toward the right of the Sand Storm prior to using the light around him as a guide and performing another line directly into the line of fire. Ceon may have still sensed Izanagi while Takeshi wouldn’t. As he approached the sand beneath him began sprouting a branch which in turn expanded in size to form a solid surface to sit on. He didn’t hesitate; his eyes were still closed as the sand blew through his attire and hair. It didn’t take long for him to get there but upon arriving he simply sat down awaiting the performance from Ceon. He didn’t know how Takeshi would react, he believed that the man would be on edge, after all he was within the confinement of Hueco Mundo and thus anything could have happened.






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Takeshi's form had detected the change in the desert, something felt thicker about it. A sandstorm, that didn't quite add up a new enemy perhaps could create them. Slowly he rose from his position he'd been sitting there for years as sand and dirt fell off him, he leveled the massive sword out. Glancing at it he didn't detect anything which could mean an enemy was using the sandstorm as a cloak. Interesting one of those lowly hollows figured out direct attacks were of no use. He detected a sword coming towards his chest, one of arrancar assumed it a good idea to attack. He grabbed firm hold of the creature's blade with his bare hand. He threw him in a random direction unaware yet that the creature was thrown into the path of Ceon's direction. Did he know where this was no, he rested his Zanpakutō on his shoulder. Only using one hand to defeat his enemies, he punched one obliterating it's entire body. Leaving a piece of flesh remaining as the sounds and flying bodies of hollows could be seen for them.

What was he doing here exactly, why was he killing hollows? Was he doing it for Yamamoto as the Shinigami are meant to cleanse these souls? His body felt light, his eyes looked at the sandstorm. It was impressive he'd need to abolish this to gather what happened. Takeshi gave his wrist a flick that had the sword in it, he cut a light straight in half destroying several hollows. Was he fast, oh yes Takeshi was a quite the experienced combatant. "One thousand have died, concede no shame exists in running." His spiritual pressure was that of a monster almost, experience and power Takeshi was an interesting being. He watched with hawk like eyes as the group closed in, he sighed softly as they'd ignored the warning. He couldn't detect the presence of Ceon or Izanagi at this point. But the bodies and flying hollows that flew past them from random throws and such of Takeshi. Gave a clear picture of the situation, as he cleared his throat. "Honor dictates that I have a debt to repay, so..I will repay it and treat you as equals from here on." Takeshi slowly brought his sword from his shoulder now.

Spiritual pressure flared and knocked aside the sandstorm around him directly giving him clear vision for about twenty meters in a sphere around him. Takeshi hit a shunpo and the sounds of combat resumed but they were quickly silenced again. The noises of Hollows howling as they prepared to cross blades, sounds of swords being snapped in half as his hood came off. Takeshi's eyes were the exact same as one would see of a hawk. His hair was jet black and he was a handsome man. Who'd aged extremely well, his sword seemed to be in shikai. Perhaps because he simply chose to leave it that way, he could gather energy from all his enemies. He had about three stacks or more now this training was dull and to some extent work again. How he enjoyed crossing swords with Unohana, she'd been the only worthy enemy his honor had met. His friends all had different thoughts about it, but he kept quiet after stopping now.

The sounds of combat ceased and the pressures of the hollows in this area dropped off, they were endless only because of how things worked in living world. "Thank you all for the warm up, I suspect your lives shall be better when you reach the next stage." Takeshi walked away from the battle, he'd done all this during Ceon's move into the area, was he still unaware of who did it? No he wasn't naive anymore, simply getting up and moving had caused him to miss somethings. Takeshi had been busy but this sandstorm was still going on. Which left him to believe that only a couple options were left. Had the Zero Division tracked him down, he knew they had people capable of it. Why though, what purpose did they gain in traveling to his prison in the sand. Takeshi considered this the largest Maggot's Nest ever, he put himself in it out of his honor's shame. Takeshi's eyes looked on with interest it was something.

Soon answers would become clear, deceit wouldn't cloud his judgement twice.



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