Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Uchidome - Word Count: 863
Things are rather noisy within the Karakura City, rules were strict and movements are always watched. The entire Karakura Central limits shinigamis from using their shikai or bankai within the city unless an emergency has been issued, this is how the process works in these sort of places. However, this was not the day for hack & slashing around the city, more like an enjoyment time for shinigamis to explore the living realm. It was good to stay young and fresh no matter how old you are, curiousity is not dangerous, rather to explain that it was more of an interest and the need of knowledge. It drives our emotions to do something, itching our hands and fingers to move through these mountains of items that was available in the city. It was advanced, full of citizens, hundreds of stores, food that stacks up like the tokyo tower itself. The living realm was indeed very fascinating and it was not something that you can enjoy everyday, especially when you are assigned in a duty and have to finish up the work, that was the most annoying part.
A figure was walking down in the busy roads, squeezing into the gaps of people that is hoarding the entire streets like it was some sort of parade, and it was suffocating her. She stood no less than 5 feet and 5 inches tall, slightly taller than her captain, Ibiki and shorter than Kakine Yuudeshi. Not her father, a brother or anything, as to simplify it to make things easier, you can call Kakine her 'creator', the one that has given her life and a meaning to live on in the plane of existence, giving her a body and a shape that drives her to move, to acknowledge, to smell and taste, a purpose of every living being that exists in this world. If one ever met Misaka Yuudeshi, the figure of her's are much alike, to a point you can almost mistake them as identical twin sisters, however, on a closer look, her figure is slightly taller than the 'original', the person who closely resembles to Kakine's creation. She has a name, of course, despite not 'legitimately' born from a mother's womb, she has given herself a name called 'Beetle 06 Yuudeshi', and each having its own custom meaning. Beetle as in 'tough', under her own customized meaning of it, while 06 means that Beetle is the 6th Creation within the 25 Creation Type S or for short, CRETS. Beetle's hair holds the color of a chestnut brown, in a shape messier than a person who just got up from their bed and have not brushed their hair yet. As messy as it sounds, her hair style is natural and it is almost impossible to have it changed, even if you drench it in water, it'll take less than a minute for it to return to its original style, that's how it is.
Beetle is also part of Squad 11, and her position was the 5th seat. It may sound crazy, but despite holding superhuman strength and have quite some skills in hand-to-hand combat, she is not as bloodthirsty, active nor sadistic as most men and women that was once or currently in the Squad 11, as she preferrably enjoys herself in exploring than to fight to the death with someone stronger than her own. And this is why she appeared today within the depths of Karakura City, just to enjoy herself while the free time is still there, waiting for her to spend it all day before it runs out. Because of the crowds, she unexpectedly bumped into a young man, and it was not just a normal bump, indeed squeezing through these gaps of crowds with all her might, the bump could make both of them fall behind and drop against the floor, rather than one of them falling down. The young man she bumped into had a radiating energy of a hollow and a shinigami, much like Kakine's, a vizard. Beetle didn't question much about it since she was much used to meeting these 'strange' people. Rubbing her head softly and stood up, her hand reached out to Chris, the female's smile was sincere and soft, a kindness that simply radiates warmness to one's hand, resembling to a figure of a mother's, Beetle was somehow like a mother-like woman, being slightly shorter than average women. When she spoke, her tone was not much, a voice of a japanese woman that held a delicate and soft tone behind it while holding an accent that you can compare against the wild west with the sound of her words slightly broken from the original sentence, since it was her habit talking like that ever since she 'existed', "Yo. Sorry for bumpin' into you. Ye' okay? Hopefully, i didn't crush ye' ribs or anythin' like that."
Although it may sound like some sort of coincidence, maybe and maybe not, since she was here to buy anything and enjoy herself to the fullest, having to meet someone who is a vizard is not coincidence thinking the fact that there is always an organization running within or outside of the city.