holy crap, don't read this!! don't look!! go away!!!! it's too long anyways!! just move on!!
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“Nan da?” She mused in a monotone, gazing up at the overly large, plain wall pannel in front of her. It was far too climb over, or jump. It looked like a barack wall from a distance, with its plain yellow face, and steel strips of enforcement, and it encompassed all of sereti. And she was a slender girl dressed in a sleek blue-black outfit, with shoulder armor, a strap for her claymore sword, and a short flap-like skirt. For a moment, she stood there, comtemplating. After some time of mulling it over, a small smile tugged at the ends of her lips. “Well, if I can't go around or over,” she drew her unusually large, heavy, sturdy claymore sword from its place on the back of her slender body, and, grinning, said “I'll just have to go through it!” Crackling sounds eminated from her right arm, holding the claymore, and strange, vein-like markings protruded most grotequley from her arm and right cheek bone. “Tch,” she remarked at her new face, “I hate doing this.” She swung her right arm back across her body, ready to strike.
A rumble sounded from above. “Ara?” She interjected, then looked up to find a insanely large warrior with two battle axes drawn falling from the sky, ready to mince her into itty bitty pieces. “Tch,” she muttered in annoyance, readying herself for the attack. She placed her giant claymore infront of her, taking a defensive position, where both axes struck, shattering the ground beneath her feet, creating a giant crater. She grunted under the enormous weight, but her stance did not falter, and her claymore did not break. With one swift movement, the warrior was lying on the ground. “What a pain,” she complained to nobody in particular, walking back towards the gate, preparing to strike it. Behind her the warrior rose up, and, giving an earth shattering battle cry, brought his axes down. “Che,” the slender girl remarked. “How utterly pathetic.” The warriors two axes had landed on either side of the girl. “Doushite...my...axes.......missed?!” The warrior's face was one of dismay. “If you'll excuse me,” the girl said calmly. “You,” the warrior growled. “Nanda?” the girl turned, completely bored. He with the battle axes raised them above his head, and tried to strike the girl again. “Tch,” she muttered, once more, “I don't have time for this!”
“twenty one,” someone said.
She turned her head to a nearby house where the noise had come from “Jean, cut a hole in the wall for me, will ya?” There was no response from Jean, except for the grinding of metal against something else of presence of a large hole that wasn't there before. “Arigatou,” she called over her shoulder, “You can go now.” And from the corner of her eye, she saw Jean nod, and vanish.
As she scanned her layout, she took note of the fact that the place was like a maze. “Tch, dammit, these shinigami got brains, I'll give them that,” she scoffed, “I'll bet this was an arrangement for selfdefense.” The tiled rooves weren't too high, and one such as her could clear the distance easily. Deciding that roof tops were her best bet, she jumped up, and scanned the now much clearer horizon. She closed her eyes for a minute, and then, snapping them open, continued due east on the tiles towards a bright white obelisk like tower, with smaller look-alikes stationed around it, her feet barely touching the ground each, to minimize sound. The shinigami wouldn't notice the hole for twenty four hours.
“Ara, ara, how tall” the girl said, looking up. Even positioned on the pinnicale of the highest look-alike, the white obelisk seemed to reach into the heavens. Her lips formed into a faint smile, “But I haven't had a chance for this much fun in ages.” The same crackling from before filled the air, and her brilliant white teeth distorted, barley visible from behind her lips and her face distorted a bit, veins of her own energy prodding out of the pale skin. These veins continued from the edges of her face down her neck, arms, torso, and soon, legs. Her lighthearted monotone became a deep gruff growl as blue green energy swiriled in a vortex around her. Her lips parted to reveal a set of gleaming, razor sharp teeth. Her mouth spanned across her face more than the normal human's should, and her skin now held an earth brown tone to it. Her once cold silver eyes now gleamed gold, and the pupils became slits. Almost all of sereti became aware of her monstrous presence just as she was engulfed in dazzling white light, including every higher up.
“Oh, man, her reiatsu is even more powerful than taicho's!!” A bald guy in a shinigami uniform cried over the wind. Many shinigami stood next to him, just as baffled by the mere woman that had stood before them just a moment ago.
“What was that?” his taicho snapped in an annoyed, gruff tone.
“No,” a short white haired male shinigami countered from beside the bald guy. “There's no doubt that she's powerful, but what's eminating from her isn't reiatsu. It's something smillar, but it's not human...” He narrowed his eyes at the figure standing in the clearing dust. “And more importantly, she slipped through every defense we had...What on earth is she?” As if in answer, the woman was on his shoulder, and he staggered under the immense weight, puzzled by how such a small girl could weigh so much. Regaining his balance, and barely standing he turned his head to face her. She smiled, “You're a sharp one,” she whispered in his ear, “but I don't have time to play, little boy,” she taunted. “You know,” she continued, “I was planning on going to the top of the tower and looking for them, there're too many yoki here, because you shinigami do have a miniscule aruroa, troublesome for me, but you've brought them right to me.” He growled, annoyed at her comment, and reached for his katakana. But before he'd even laid a finer on the hilt of his adorned sword, she was gone. Surprised murmers ran through the crowd, and then the first strike was laid upon a third seat, to his right. The seated officer's mouth gaped, and then his body split in two vertically. Screams filled the air. “The girl, she killed him!” someone shouted, “Run!!” another shouted. In the chaos, a woman's calm, cool monotone was heard. “Ichi.” In the confusion, his eyes searched for the girl. And there she was, standing behind his lieutenant, who obviously, in her shock and confusion, couldn't notice the killer standing behind her. Her short, spiked towards the ends, pale blond hair blew in the wind, and her silver eyes gleamed. “Nii,” she said, and drew her sword. He drew his zanpakuto. And the lieutenant's head fell. Her orangey-blond hair trailed, wavy and long. Her body fell to its knees, pink sash around its waist flapping. Her killing spree continued, but he couldn't hear it. “San.” His knees gave way, his grip tightened around the grip of the sword in his hand. “Shi. Go.” Her voice faded in his mind, and all he could think of was his dead lieutenant. Matsumoto... “Juu,” she finished, then looked around. “Nani?” she asked calmly, “I could have sworn I sensed one more...” Her eyes carefully scanned the crowd. “Ara, I can't find it!” she exclaimed. She put her finger to her lip, eyes widened ever so slightly, giving her a look of wonderment. “I wonder...” her silver eyes swooped over the crowd, each tensing as her gaze met theirs. “What would happen if I couldn't find it?” Her eyes locked on a certain girl, cowering behind a short boy with white hair. The same one she had landed on earlier. “What indeed...” she murmered, perplexed. But then her lips curved up into a sadastic smile. “Just kidding.” In a flash, she was standing behind the confused boy. “Juuichi” her voice chimed. The girl's brown eyes were wide. Her purple-ish brownish hair gently fluttered in the air, since the bun had fallen out when the fabric was torn. The girl's head turned ever so slightly. “B-bakana....” she muttered, and her body split in half, spewing purple blood onto the young boy. “Hina...mori...”
“Nani?” the girl said, looking down on the boy.
“You...killed....”
“Oi, chibi,” she said, trying to draw him out of the trance.
“You killed...”
“Tch,” she muttered, frustrated. “Does anybody else know the people who's forms the yoma assumed?” she asked. Her voice was calm and slightly deep for a woman.
A murmer ran through the crowd. “Che,” she muttered, “Humans. What fools.”
“Hey, don't make fun of us!!” A bald man in a regular uniform called out. “I'll take you down right now!!” he continued. But the girl was gone again. “Uh...? Nan da?” He said cluelessly.
Here in the Church, it was all supposed to be peaceful. Here in the place of God (no religious offense meant...), it was supposed to be holy, but the most unplesant stench of rotting flesh permeated the entire building. It seemed that even the Virgin Mary statue in the corner crinkled her nose in disgust. But Yoma will be Yoma, and they know nothing of God. Because this building is no more than a structure of concrete and glass raised from the earth by men, they have the nerve to leave their meals here. The dead and alive. Leftovers scattered the floors, drenching the carpet a brilliant crimson, and the walls dripped with blood. Dim light filtered through shattered cobweb coated stained glass windows, and pictures and mosaics had long since been forgotten. The only sound was the clattering of my boots on the floor as I passed by each pew, searching for survivors. Many lay strewn around, but only two were breathing. Both wouldn't make it without immediate medical attention, but out here in Rugonkai in this deserted church, there would be none. I sighed deeply, not really wanting to draw upon my powers. “Mattaku, (Jeeze, essentially)” I moaned, seeing no other way, “Shikata ga nai (It can't be helped).”
It was nearly midnight by the time I dragged both of their bodies back to sereti. Good thing, too, as being spotted wasn't something I really wanted to deal with at the moment. Shinigami are fools who only know how to fight, so I had no doubt that they would attempt to slaughter me on sight. How troublesome that I couldn't kill them. Troublesome indeed, and even further that I had to drag these two caracas back. What a pain. But of course now I'm digressing, so back on the subject of hauling the two females back to sereti. Now there was the matter of where I should dump them. I would have loved to drop them just beyond the huge-ass gate, but then they would die, and I would get blamed, and well, that would just make things all the more complicated and troublesome. More work was definitely something I didn't desire. Ah, would you look at that, I'm rambling again. Damn, bad habit. I guess talking to yourself in you head just develops when you spend hours on end on the road, alone, killing Yoma with no companions or anybody who even wants you to exist, or anybody like you. Yes, I'm different from all the other women called claymores. And in various ways, but the point is that I'm alone. Why? When? How? Little details like that don't really matter to anybody; especially not humans. All they see is the result of walking the long dusty roads alone, with nothing but blood stained hands; namely, the silver eyes, pale blond hair, cold exterior, and monsterlike complex. Actually I can't say I'm alone. I have a handler that visits me ever so often to deliver clothes and missions, and keep me in line. Nothing escapes from the eyes of the Organization, so that's why leaving these two to rot would be so much trouble; more so than dragging them back to Sereti. Anyhow, I used to have another companion, but that is irrelevant at the moment. Though I suppose half of the reason I'm hated is because “divine” things aren't supposed to be unholy. Some blessing this is. So what does that make me? I'm just and empty container, then? An irregular creation of this cruel world. But like I said, that's all irrelevant. The only value such status holds for me is the ability to excecute orders and function smoothly in the world of the living. So anyhow, by the time I got there it was pretty dark. So after dragging them to the nearest building that looked like it could offer medical help within that large maze like complex their society was set up in, I walked off. Or at least I wish I could have done that. But this world is never ideal, and I was spotted by a....platoon, shall we say of those robed fools. “Get her,” they yelled, drawing their swords. Oh god, why did this have to happen? I'm tired. I'm lazy. I just wannna sleep. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Maybe if I hide, they won't see me. Naw, too lazy to run around. Besides they'll just call in renforcements, and well, tempting as war is, it would just cause complications to arise. I'll just knock them out and be on my way.
You see, the shinigami tactic isn't hard to determine. I mean, I can tell by the building set up. They would have the upperhand in this maze of buildings and walls, and many other advantages. I gotta say, they certianly prepared themselves well against potential human invades. That's right. Human. Such structures are meaningless to one of my kind. I simply stand right here until they come close enough, and attack. Those idiots won't know what happened. And so I did. I planted myself in the middle of the road, claymore sword at my side.
I know I complemented them on having the upper hand earlier. I take that back. Sure they knew the terrain better and could ambush and had the element of surprise and whatnot in this labarynth. But, god, you can hear them from a mile away! I was waiting for some sneaky ambush with planned attacks, but they all just came clunking down the corridor with their swords. It's pathetic really. They weren't taking advantage of their surroundings on their own turf. But enough of the military tactics. They haven't changed in hundreds of year, so I'm sure you all know the drill. I sighed at the size of the pack. Probably around twenty. Twenty armed soldiers....but there's a superior around here somewhere if these guys all look identical. Comanding officers always look different. I leaned against my claymore. “Alright small fry, listen up,” I said, “Look, I don't want any trouble, you don't want any trouble. I'll just be on my way, you can all go home, problem solved. Nothing ever happened.” Blank stares. That's what I got from just offering them their lives. I returned their look of skeptism. “Look, what I'm saying is that we've got better things to do than fight each other. I'll just go over the gate,” I began making motions with my hands. I had one hand vertical to represent the gate, and I took my two fingers and 'walked' them over the gate. I continued, talking my fingers and walking them in the opposite direction. “And then you people can go--” I started, but somebody inturrupted me. “Thanks, but no thanks,” the businesslike voice declined the offer. I know a regal voice when I hear it. Whoever this was, he or she was important.
And that's not all. A swift attack from the left. I didn't hear this one coming. Definitely a higher-up. Her blow was accurate, but she wasn't fast enough. I merely stuck my blade at my left side with my left hand. Her blade just endedup jabbing at my own. “Tch,” she muttered in annoyance at the fact that I'd blocked with out moving at all, and even more with my left hand. “So, the leader shows herself,” I say, amused that she came out of hiding so easily. “Sou desu ne,” she replied with an aggrivating smirk. Concited bitch. “Heeheehee,” I giggled. (think Suigintou from Rozen Maiden, or Takano Miyo from Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni ;)) “Nandatou?” she hissed. I giggled some more. She narrowed her eyes into tiny slits. I giggled once more. “What's so funny?!” she demanded. I laughed. “I was just thinking how much better you would look if I caved you pretty face in,” I declaired arily. This is the fun part. Her eyes widened for a second before turning back to slits. “Bitch!” she shreiked. Oh yes, this is the fun part. She took a swing at me. The thing is she wasn't as calm as she used to be, and undoubtedly missed. I doged by jumping, and giggled down on her from above. I'm pretty sure she thought me mad, as she gave a battle cry and took another swing at me. She's good. It's a known fact that one cannot
yea, i know....i was working on a story..don't make fun of me 'cause i can't write or spell or remember stuff in japanese :([/spoiler]
