"... They look real to me. I guess you can fool someone like me with those."
His eyes gazed downwards and focused her legs. Although the more she explained them, Hakai couldn't help but wonder how far science had come in the world. An entirely new pair of legs seamlessly stitched and replaced on a living body? It was incredible to think about. As he stared at them, his eyes slowly noticed the flickering feet - the coarse sand rushing through them. For someone who couldn't supply her legs with the required energy to reach their maximum, this girl sure was lively. At least it was until the somber tone drew over the two Vizards. Still covered in the shade of of Mirja's giant tulpa, he took a deep breathe and slightly chuckled as she spoke. She was in interesting individual - not something he expected, and he somewhat felt relaxed in her presence."Did you lose them in an accident, then? It doesn't sound like you're a fan of this man who gave you those legs."
The giant figure continued to block out the sun if but momentarily as Hakai pulled down the scarf covering his face - revealing now a portion of his neck. As Mirja spoke, Hakai felt as if they were talking about two completely different Gotei. When he was young, and the Gotei 13 was ran by Yamamoto Genryusai, Vizards were outcast. Most didn't even believe them to exist. And now they were openly accepted? It was a strange world, he thought. For even considering having an hollow within him was considered blasphemous, instantly outcast as a sympathizer, if not put to death. Perhaps it was the changes in leadership or the changing world - but it made Hakai glad. Glad that nobody felt as outcasts among the Shinigami once again. "I am glad to hear that. Although I have never met her, Ibiki sounds like a very caring Captain Commander. Consider yourself lucky - not all of them are like that."
The Chikara's eyes raised for but a moment as his reiatsu began to calm, realising that not even a hint of spiritual pressure was coming off the wolf girl before him. It was clear she has spiritual essence, but it was impressive someone like her could completely
annihilate their spiritual pressure. Unlike before, she took a round stone from her pocket - and Hakai's keen eyes focused on the small rock at it was flicked into the air; before disintegrating into thin air and setting a small barrier around the two. Not even flinching, Hakai watched as the barrier covered them in a small radius over the beach - essentially 'trapping' them in a bubble among the sand. As he watched the barrier go up, his eyes then drew to Mirja who invited him to sit. Grasping the back of his cape with one hand, he tore it off and threw it to the side. Underneath he revealed a black clad outfit; long jeans and a dark shirt with holes all throughout. His muscular upper body was obvious as he sat directly across from Mirja, hunched slightly over and awaiting instructions."Hah? You want me to delete a memory? I hardly see how dropping something so precious would bring something like this forward..."
For a moment Hakai sounded outraged, but quickly fixed his tone and displeasure and decided to humor the girl. The thing that appeared before them wasn't some illusion, it didn't come from nothing. Perhaps, he thought, this was another way to look into his soul - finding his true purpose, not just a nomad wandering among the sea of people. So he indulged. Hakai had decided to see where this path would take him - for better or worse.
With a deep breathe, Hakai closed his eyes and spoke one final time before entering his trance. A somber tone came over his voice, a small smile on his lips as a few words were mumbled under his breathe. "I'm sorry, Mizore."
For a few moments, nothing had changed. The black haired man had sat there with his eyes closed - nothing but the soft passing of wind across the beach front echoing into the surroundings. Until suddenly soft grunts echoed from Hakai, a frown building upon his face. He was clearly uncomfortable, yet what was making him this way?
For Hakai, it was spring. Earth had just witnessed the massacre of the London invasion - hundreds of thousands of people lay dead among the streets and the queen of demons emerging among the rubble to claim her throne. For Hakai, all of this was but a background scene. His responsibilities within the Monsuta were all on hold, or passed down onto Kaiedo Moui - the setting sun on the horizon filled with a blood red hue as if it signified the blood shed on that night. Located among German mountains, a small hut was found. It was not made of wood - nor was it built by stone. The crisp and shining cold of ice lined the floors, walls and ceiling. The ice hut overlooked the country below them, the setting sun showing a scene of beauty in the wake of tragedy. Standing at the brink of the grass cliff was Hakai, pulled close to his chest a purple haired woman clad in white named Mizore. For three years, these two had been married. For three years these two had been escaping away to the mountains, dropping all responsibilities and building a life away from it all. Away from the chaos that surrounded them. Somewhere... They could embrace and love life."We really should have built a normal house. You always seem like you're freezing your ass off in these buildings."
The soft mature voice of Mizore echoed over the cliff side. A small smirk crossed her face."You know the cold doesn't get to me. If it did, I doubt I could be around you as much as I am. Now if you were made of fire... we might have problems."
Hakai chuckled teasingly. He stood a good foot and a half over his wife, even as his arm wrapped around her he had to lean down a long way to simply kiss her on the head."Oh? Well I can 100% say you don't have to worry about the house ever burning down with your careless cooking.""Burn the house down? Hah, I don't think it's possible to light a match in this cold anyway!"
The two were very clearly in love, and their very presence radiated a warmth that filled their heart. They had yet to fully understand their role in the world - a pair of Vizards temporarily living on the mountain side. Pushing her body away slightly, Mizore's indigo eyes gazed upwards at Hakai - his long black hair curling around her right index finger as she gazed ever long into his menacing red eyes. To her, they were calming. The people saw fire, she saw a lost man in need of guidance. Where others saw rage, she saw a small puppy, abandoned to die alone. The way her bright hues gazed into his warmed Hakai's soul - and couldn't help but smile every time she did it. "What do you think of the name Hana?"
She posed, a curious expression on her face. "Hah? Where is that coming from?"
His voice was confused, yet he laughed as he asked."Well..."
A hand was placed on her belly, while her left hand guided Hakai's right to touch it. Looking back up into his eyes, she smiled and laughed loudly this time. "I thought your daughter should have a pretty name. You talk about how negativity is associated with yours, why not give her the opposite?"
In that moment, all thought faded from Hakai. He focused on one thing - he was having a daughter? His face lit up like nobody had ever seen before, and his heart began to thump as he pulled Mizore in close. Tears rolled down his eyes as he did so. If there was one thing Hakai cared about most in this world: it was family. Not the family who beat him and destroyed his entire life. But the family he was building. He would not let his daughter, his wife, face the world alone. In that moment he swore to lay down his life for his family. All past deeds were nothing to him, and even if it meant destroying and leaving everything he had built up - he would protect them. "I... I love it. You do realise flower force is a little hippy sounding though, right?"
The two shared a chuckle yet again. It was the last time Hakai had remembered himself being so happy. And it was a memory that began to keep him afloat in times of darkness - it was a pillar that allowed him to keep his mind afloat. To remember how much Mizore meant. While it kept him afloat, it was also a weakness to keep him down. Even in this trance, in this memory, Hakai could see why untying yourself to a memory was a key part in this. Why you needed to unshackle yourself from such a memory.
And in that moment, everything faded away. The bright sunset began to melt into darkness as the bodies faded away into nothing. The beautiful ice castle began to crumble and all faded to black. With eyes still closed, Hakai's outer body began to flicker. His reiatsu picked up as a blue aura began to flash as tattoos over his arms. A moment later, a wave of silver dye swept across his scalp - for a single moment opening his eyes.
As his eyes opened fully, the silver hair began to fade and his normal black hair took hold. The blue tattoos that began to shine dissipated into thin air and his reiatsu began to fade back into nothing as his body calmed. Breathing heavily, Hakai's eyes scanned for but a moment and then looked onto Mirja who say before him. "T-that was... strange."
He raised his hands up closer to his chest as he looked at them. His heart was still racing and confusion overcame him for but a moment. He felt different. He remembered what just happened, yet he felt somewhat... disconnected. "Did... it work? I feel weird. Like... I have this memory... but it's fleeting. Unshackled from it..."
He had a lot of questions. She had given him the instructions he needed, yet he figured it wasn't so simple. He felt unhinged, yet not different at the same time. Maybe it would take much more stressful circumstance to understand what had happened. He hoped, at least, Mirja would be able to answer this.