With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Here comes the sun, do do do do Here comes the sun, and I say... "It's all right"...
Being almost invisible to normal people had its merits. One such advantage was to be able to relax and enjoy the sun on the beach with no one bothering you.
Well, that was Samuii's plan.
The red-haired Arrancar was lying on the sandy beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her sleeveless jacket and scarf had been discarded, and she was now only wearing a black undershirt, one revealing the hole on her neck, and mask fragments that surrounded it. Samuii had always been a 'day' person.
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COMES!!
Samuii sat up, eyebrows slightly arched and a thin frown on her mouth. Where was that song coming from?
SUN, SUN, SUN, HERE IT COOOMES!!!!!!!
Turning her head, the Arrancar saw a large restaurant, with speakers all over the place. So that was where the annoying song came from...
Charging a teal Cero, Samuii reduced the stereo, and the restaurant, into ashes. Closing her eyes, a smirk on her face, she finally relaxed to the most peaceful sound she knew.
Daigoro knelt behind the Arrancar, and sighed. She just had to be causing panic and chaos, huh? He was, of course, keeping his distance, so that in the case of her being more powerful than he, there was a chance of an escape. But he wasn't looking for a fight. Of course he had brought his zanpakuto with him, that much was obvious. But still, he'd made 'friends' with an Arrancar in the past, and that was simply out of respect for battle prowess. And if one thing led to another, he'd probably spare this one's life too.
But the reason he wasn't looking for a fight was simple. He, the commander of the Detention Force, was on holiday for the next couple of days. And he wanted to enjoy them at the beach, which was difficult when you had to carry your zanpakuto on you at all times for fear of being incapacitated from battle. He sighed again, his red ponytail flowing down his right leg. His eyes flicked from person to person.
One more sigh escaped his lips before he flash-stepped away, and landed behind the Arrancar. He grinned, and spoke.
"Is that how you Arrancar enjoy yourselves, even when not a some sort of mission for the Espada? Creating terror and chaos? But I agree on you with one thing." Daigoro laughed softly, "That music was terrible..." He grinned, and put his right hand onto the hilt of Kiba Ookami, ready to draw if things turned out how he didn't want them to go.
Daigoro, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!
Relax, Ookami. If things go to plan, I won't need your help on this...[/i]
Daigoro smiled, hoping the Arrancar wouldn't react with hostiliy.
Samuii was just finally starting to relax again when she felt another presence not too far away from her. Although it wasn't specific, she recognized that particular type of reiatsu. There was no trace of Hollow, which meant that the person behind her was a Shinigami. She peeked one eye open as a shadow fell over her, blocking the sun.
"Why do I always run into you people?" she asked in annoyance. She found her hand inching towards her zanpakuto, which lay beside her. "Don't you take vacations, or something?" She felt her fingers brush against the handle of her sword, knowing full well that Shinigami usually weren't very receptive of Arrancar who blew restaurants up due to horrible 60's music.
When she heard his remark on causing chaos, she couldn't help but laugh. Loudly.
"It's always the same thing with you Shinigami. Assuming all Arrancar are sided with the Espada. Not the case with me, buddy. I'm just your average Arrancar enjoying a self-imposed vacation." She peeked another eye open and stared at him. "Are you going to stand there and block the sun, use that sword of yours, or what?"
Daigoro laughed, before moving out of the sun's way, and taking his hand off of his zanpakuto. He then sat down and looked at the Arrancar.
"To be completely honest with you? I'm on my vacation. It's not very often that I get to relax, so I won't impose. But that music really didn't suit the beach. And I won't attack," Daigoro grinned, "Unless you attack first. Just so you know, I've never actually had anything against the Arrancar. You guys are still pretty similar to us, in most ways, and killing off an entire race because of that small part Hollow is just useless..." He smiled again.
"But I'm probably boring you to death right now, huh? All this talk of my own morals..."
Samuii brought her hand away from the sword to the back of her head. She saw the Shinigami take a seat, finally allowing her to sunbathe again.
"Thank you," she said. Samuii really wasn't a listener, but for some reason, she actually paid attention to the shinigami's response. She let out a quiet breath.
"Good to know not all of you are anti-Arrancar. I can finally sleep in peace," she replied lightly. "I honestly don't understand this Shinigami-Arrancar business. Remind me again as to why we hate each other? Is it all because of Aizen, or am I missing something?"
Samuii closed her eyes as she waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about boring me to death. Aren't we both dead, anyway?" She paused for a moment, before continuing, "You have a name, or should I just call you 'Shinigami'?"
Daigoro had instantly noticed one thing about this girl. She was cold-hearted, similar, he decided, to himself when he was agitated, but that was an unusual occurence... He sighed, and looked at her, this sunbathing Arrancar, and laughed softly to himself.
"You can call me 'Shinigami' if you wish, but I'm Daigoro. Friends usually call me Dai, but I''m sure you won't worry about that... Heck, most people stick to Daigoro." He grinned, and looked up into the sky, "And to answer your question about the whole Arrancar vs. Shinigami thing, I'm not too sure. As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't bother me. I just play it by air..."
He nodded to himself, and looked back down.
"So... you're not with the Espada? Hm, what is your name, I probably haven't heard it before, but you never know..."
Samuii tilted her head slightly. Compared to most other Shinigami she previously met, this one was the complete opposite. Either they were pathetically weak, unimaginably strong, or probably had their sword shoved up their...
But not this one. He was much more relaxed and more, "open" than the others. Granted, he was on vacation...but still.
"Daigoro, hm? I think I might have heard it mentioned, but hey, 200+ years does things to your memory. The name doesn't suit you though. I was thinking of something like, Nanban (Red Pepper) or something. You know...your hair and all."
It was then, Samuii soon realized, that she too had red hair. But it didn't matter. Her shade was closer to orange, anyway. "And, as for me, the name's Samuii Verano. People who call me 'Sam' die, so I strongly advise against doing it. I highly doubt you've heard that name before."
She blew a strand of hair from her face and continued, "So, which Captain of the Gotei13 bestowed you with the honour of this wonderful vacation? Is it the nice one with the really long hair?"
Daigoro yawned, covering his mouth with his tattooed hand. He then laughed, shaking his head.
"I wish. My captain's the short one with the cold exterior... But not that I care. She gave me vacation leave, and that's all I need to know. Something about me 'glooming up the place'. So she kicked my out, trying to make me happier. And to tell the truth, I'm already feeling better..." He smiled, looking out over the ocean.
So don't call her Sam... It's Samuii. Right. Geez...
You've got balls Dai, I'll admit that.
So he speaks. And it isn't a sarcastic comment, or something I've done wrong?
I've given you all of the advice that I can, Ito. What more do you want?
Daigoro sighed, looking the the Arrancar sitting next to him. He hadn't even associated her as an enemy... Funny how things turned out...
"So what's your story? Self-imposed vacation, was it?"
"Yep. Self-imposed. I was sticking around in Hueco Mundo for the past couple o'months, when I said to myself, 'I think I need a vacation'. So, I left. It's as simple as that, really. I was actually thinking of going to Mexico, but Japan was so much closer." She ranted. Samuii was almost surprised that she had spoken so much, but it just seemed to flow. "'Cause, if you've ever been to Hueco Mundo, it's pretty damn dark there. I hate night. It's like hell, you know? No sun, no warmth, no light. It kills me."
Samuii stopped as she realized something. "You said your captain was the short one, that's kind of an ass, right? Wouldn't she have your balls for talking to the 'enemy species' or something?"
After she said that, the Arrancar almost laughed. Why the hell did she ask that, anyway? Then again, it would be freaking hilarious if that happened.
Daigoro nodded. Soifon would probably destroy him, and his position within the Second Division, if she discovered what he was doing here, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt him...
"I'm neither selling secrets, nor offering my services to the enemy, so technically, it can be counted as somewhat social. I already have a friend/sparring partner within the Arrancar race, name of Jericho, so I don't really care about race relations, unless they attack me first... And I went to Hueco Mundo once, I think, so I know what you mean." Daigoro replied, remembering his experience in HM all too well.
He sighed, looking at this Arrancar.
"You prefer the sun, huh? I've never been much of a heat person, probably 'cuz this black clothing heats up so easily... Heh." Feh, Soifon probably wouldn't give a shit unless he betrayed Soul Society, and he knew that that wouldn't happen unless he was betrayed first. And he was feeling rather awkward at the moment. He really was never too good, socally...