Post by Wicked on Sept 28, 2010 17:39:52 GMT -5
The hollow hissed. Following in close pursuit was a shinigami. Too high of a level to fight out here, where they could go all out. She needed a place to conceal herself. A host. She was a parasite, oh yes, she was quite the parasite. Hook her little roots inside of a strong enough host, steal some reiatsu, force herself out and move on to the next. While it usually worked best on shinigami, this was not an option this time.
She had to look for something else.
The closest thing she found was the home of a lone woman. This would have to do for now. She crawled in through a hole beneath the floors, slowly slipping between the cracks like a ball of slime. The bed she occupied was large enough for two, and no lone woman could have possibly acquired this home on her own. Kiku grinned behind her cracked mask. Oh, this would work quite nicely. She could suck the woman drive and then move on to her husband.
She crept over to the woman. Her roots spread soundlessly over the woman's body, especially over her head. She was going to have a little guest for a while. Invading the sleeping woman's thoughts was easy. She simply slipped in through the ear, and vanished. Gone.
The shinigami, searching furiously, was shocked when the reiatsu of the hollow vanished. He couldn't find it. Only a rukongai resident, sleeping soundly in her bed. "Damn."
The woman, Kiku discovered, was frail, and weak. Kiku doubted she could sustain herself off of this woman. No, no, she would die her. Dispair filled her for a few, brief days before she realized that this was not her only option. There was another, and it was living within this woman. Kiku grinned. The tiny life growing within this forest-haired woman. It would become her new host.
It took only a matter of days to remove herself from Kame's mind and replace herself in the slowly-molding mind of the unborn infant. Kiku allowed herself to fall dormant.
Two months passed.
More or less, the occurrence was an accident. Kame was a tall, willowy woman, thin and built like a twig. She looked as though she could snap in an instant, and in fact, bend her the wrong ways and she might. Her eyes were a pale blue, her skin an ill-seeming white. Her hair was long, slightly wavy and tangled at the ends, unlike her own mother who kept her hair neat, and tidy. This woman was frail, this much Hotaru could tell. The fact of the matter was, this woman had given birth to her younger sister, and that was an ordeal Hotaru could not have imagined this woman surviving.
Otou-sama was different too. He was a tall, powerful seeming man with powerful arms and broad shoulders. His hair was fairly long too, a black to match his daughters, and his eyes were a crimson red. He wore his hair down, and it hung just a bit past his jaw. His skin was darker than Kame's. Tanned lightly from lots of time in the sun.
Hotaru was small, and she stared curiosly when that bundle was held in Kame's arms, Jirou holding onto it from beneath while Kame cradled the baby within, close to her chest. Hotaru, without warning, was hoisted up by Jirou's free arm, and brought up to look at the baby. Twenty years of being alive, the tiny child had never seen anything like this. She was a little person, far smaller than Hotaru, and they shared the same red eyes.
"Otou-sama, is it me?" Hotaru asked with a child-like innocence that made her father chuckle.
"No," he laughed, smiling softly to his daughter. "This is Kaki: your nee-chan."
Hotaru's mouth formed a soft, "O," and she stared briefly at the tiny bundle in her mother's arms as Jirou released his grip on Kaki to hold onto Hotaru. Leaning over to peer down at the sleeping infant, Hotaru's eyes lit up with the excitement of one who had never seen this phenomenon with her own two eyes. This was her nee-chan. "Kaki..."
Kame smiled, looking down at the baby. She peeked up at the sky, and then turned her gaze to the hut behind them. Their home was nothing special, it was a place to rest and a place to eat, and a place to speak and a place to relax. There were several thin, paper walls dividing Hotaru and Kaki from their parents, and a small futon for Hotaru, whereas Kaki slept in a small cradle.
That first night, Hotaru couldn't sleep a wink. She stood up slowly and walked to the small cradle, placing her hands on the edge and peeking at the infant within. "Nee-chan," she said to the sleeping baby. "Nee-chan..."
Years passed. Hotaru left to begin training to become a shinigami. Kaki, still young, a very tiny child, remained with her father and mother, back in the rukongai.
Kaki, lain asleep in her bed, began to struggle with a nightmare. She clenched her jaw, eyes squeezing shut. What she saw was a much older image of herself... No, not quite. The hair was all wrong, and she was pale-skinned, no pupils at all. Her hair was too dark, not the light green of Kaki's. She shivered at the image of the girl. She looked much more like Hotaru.
Outside of her mind, however, much worse things were happening. The child, sleepwalking with her eyes wide open, black all over, approached her sleeping mother and father. It was cold this time of year; it really was. The small child raised her hand, and a dark green reiatsu surrounded it, forming into a technique of a hollow. Cero. The blast was tiny, and compressed. Like a bullet, it shot right through her father's head. Next was her mother, who stirred because of the noise.
"Hn?" she murmured, raising her head and turning to look at her daughter. What she saw shocked her, and her eyes grew wide. "Kaki?"
Quickly, Kame's eyes shot to Jirou. Dead. Quickly, the woman shot out of her bed and to her feet, pointing at the corpse. Terrified. Completely, and utterly terrified. Had her own daughter done this?
The answer came like a cero to the head.
When Kaki awoke from her nightmarish slumber, she wasn't in her bed, rather, in the corridor between her parents' chambers and her own. Her eyes shot open wide. She'd been sleep walking?
She turned to her parents' room, mouth forming a light, "O," as she called, "Otou-chan! Okaa-chan?"
When she entered the room, she covered her mouth and muffled a scream. Kaki had killed her own parents.
For lack of better words, Kaki ran.
She had to look for something else.
The closest thing she found was the home of a lone woman. This would have to do for now. She crawled in through a hole beneath the floors, slowly slipping between the cracks like a ball of slime. The bed she occupied was large enough for two, and no lone woman could have possibly acquired this home on her own. Kiku grinned behind her cracked mask. Oh, this would work quite nicely. She could suck the woman drive and then move on to her husband.
She crept over to the woman. Her roots spread soundlessly over the woman's body, especially over her head. She was going to have a little guest for a while. Invading the sleeping woman's thoughts was easy. She simply slipped in through the ear, and vanished. Gone.
The shinigami, searching furiously, was shocked when the reiatsu of the hollow vanished. He couldn't find it. Only a rukongai resident, sleeping soundly in her bed. "Damn."
The woman, Kiku discovered, was frail, and weak. Kiku doubted she could sustain herself off of this woman. No, no, she would die her. Dispair filled her for a few, brief days before she realized that this was not her only option. There was another, and it was living within this woman. Kiku grinned. The tiny life growing within this forest-haired woman. It would become her new host.
It took only a matter of days to remove herself from Kame's mind and replace herself in the slowly-molding mind of the unborn infant. Kiku allowed herself to fall dormant.
Two months passed.
More or less, the occurrence was an accident. Kame was a tall, willowy woman, thin and built like a twig. She looked as though she could snap in an instant, and in fact, bend her the wrong ways and she might. Her eyes were a pale blue, her skin an ill-seeming white. Her hair was long, slightly wavy and tangled at the ends, unlike her own mother who kept her hair neat, and tidy. This woman was frail, this much Hotaru could tell. The fact of the matter was, this woman had given birth to her younger sister, and that was an ordeal Hotaru could not have imagined this woman surviving.
Otou-sama was different too. He was a tall, powerful seeming man with powerful arms and broad shoulders. His hair was fairly long too, a black to match his daughters, and his eyes were a crimson red. He wore his hair down, and it hung just a bit past his jaw. His skin was darker than Kame's. Tanned lightly from lots of time in the sun.
Hotaru was small, and she stared curiosly when that bundle was held in Kame's arms, Jirou holding onto it from beneath while Kame cradled the baby within, close to her chest. Hotaru, without warning, was hoisted up by Jirou's free arm, and brought up to look at the baby. Twenty years of being alive, the tiny child had never seen anything like this. She was a little person, far smaller than Hotaru, and they shared the same red eyes.
"Otou-sama, is it me?" Hotaru asked with a child-like innocence that made her father chuckle.
"No," he laughed, smiling softly to his daughter. "This is Kaki: your nee-chan."
Hotaru's mouth formed a soft, "O," and she stared briefly at the tiny bundle in her mother's arms as Jirou released his grip on Kaki to hold onto Hotaru. Leaning over to peer down at the sleeping infant, Hotaru's eyes lit up with the excitement of one who had never seen this phenomenon with her own two eyes. This was her nee-chan. "Kaki..."
Kame smiled, looking down at the baby. She peeked up at the sky, and then turned her gaze to the hut behind them. Their home was nothing special, it was a place to rest and a place to eat, and a place to speak and a place to relax. There were several thin, paper walls dividing Hotaru and Kaki from their parents, and a small futon for Hotaru, whereas Kaki slept in a small cradle.
That first night, Hotaru couldn't sleep a wink. She stood up slowly and walked to the small cradle, placing her hands on the edge and peeking at the infant within. "Nee-chan," she said to the sleeping baby. "Nee-chan..."
Years passed. Hotaru left to begin training to become a shinigami. Kaki, still young, a very tiny child, remained with her father and mother, back in the rukongai.
Kaki, lain asleep in her bed, began to struggle with a nightmare. She clenched her jaw, eyes squeezing shut. What she saw was a much older image of herself... No, not quite. The hair was all wrong, and she was pale-skinned, no pupils at all. Her hair was too dark, not the light green of Kaki's. She shivered at the image of the girl. She looked much more like Hotaru.
Outside of her mind, however, much worse things were happening. The child, sleepwalking with her eyes wide open, black all over, approached her sleeping mother and father. It was cold this time of year; it really was. The small child raised her hand, and a dark green reiatsu surrounded it, forming into a technique of a hollow. Cero. The blast was tiny, and compressed. Like a bullet, it shot right through her father's head. Next was her mother, who stirred because of the noise.
"Hn?" she murmured, raising her head and turning to look at her daughter. What she saw shocked her, and her eyes grew wide. "Kaki?"
Quickly, Kame's eyes shot to Jirou. Dead. Quickly, the woman shot out of her bed and to her feet, pointing at the corpse. Terrified. Completely, and utterly terrified. Had her own daughter done this?
The answer came like a cero to the head.
When Kaki awoke from her nightmarish slumber, she wasn't in her bed, rather, in the corridor between her parents' chambers and her own. Her eyes shot open wide. She'd been sleep walking?
She turned to her parents' room, mouth forming a light, "O," as she called, "Otou-chan! Okaa-chan?"
When she entered the room, she covered her mouth and muffled a scream. Kaki had killed her own parents.
For lack of better words, Kaki ran.