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.
Oh, what a wonderful night it was to be Veronica Dos-Santos. Due to the shortage of humans she has hostage, she decided to make a run to Karakura. She chuckled to herself as she compared humans to groceries, as she scanned the streets. Finding quite a few men, she slinked through the shadows and grabbed two at the same time. Opening a garganta, she threw them in and closed it. Two would last her a day. Maybe.
She found another, and smiling she slinked sexily over to him. He winked at her, but as she smiled more creepily, he began to freak out a bit. She cackled and then used her sonido to get behind him. She bit his neck and he ran, throwing garbage at her along the way. She was slightly irritated, but that was alright.
Until he maced her. It wasn't a terrifying pain, but just the thought of a mere human standing up to her pissed her off. She followed him down an alley, and around a corner.
Her smile replaced by a frown, she would make sure he payed in double when she was torturing him.
For the second time in a week, Akihiko found himself racing across the rooftops of Karakura in pursuit of a Hollow. This one, though, was strong. He'd admit he was slightly out classed, but it wasn't exactly playing nice from what he could tell--even from this far. The reiatsu wasn't like most Hollow either, and this concerned him somewhat.
He didn't have to fight it, as far as he was concerned. He just had to lead it away, distract it, or just convince it to leave if it was intelligent enough to communicate with. His unreleased Zanpaku-to was already in hand, baseball cap pulled low as he sped across the sky, closing in with below average speed. Times like these he hated the fact he wasn't the fastest. Being big had it's draw backs, he'd admit...
Finally, though, as the site came into view, he rotated the bastard sword onto his shoulder and leaped off the nearest building, plummeting from it and landing lightly in the street. He headed directly for the source, sword tapping lightly. The Hollow wasn't in view, yet, just around the corner, but he spoke loudly.
"My my my, seems you guys are getting even more brave nowadays."
She knocked the man out gracefully and threw him into the garganta after slicing a P into his back. That was a note to herself that, that subject was to be tortured far more painfully than the rest.
In the back of her head she finally noticed a reiatsu signature closing in. It wasn't Shinigami, nor hollow...oh dear god. It was one of them. The disgusting hybrid landed near her and began to speak.
"My my my, seems you guys are getting even more brave nowadays."
She snorted and sized the man up. He certainly could be called handsome, but more important was the enormous weapon he handled. She would have to watch herself, in case the man decided to get frisky. She never did dissect a Vizard, but there's a first time for everything.
"Why don't you scram, before I have to make you. Big boy," she said and practically purred at him.
She would make him weak, and then take him down. Boy tonight was having a quick turn-around.
As Akihiko rounded the corner he raised an ebon brow at what he saw. The bright shock of red hair and the feminine looks certainly weren't like any Hollow he'd ever seen. His head bowed some at this point, the brim of his hat low as he placed his free hand on his hip.
Not a Hollow then...must be...an Arrancar? So that's what they look like. His cocky grin remained as he raised his head somewhat, letting out a sigh. She certainly dressed well enough.
"Cheer leading letting out later these days," he asked, cocking his head to the side. His blade began tapping behind his neck, as if weighing a decision, or waiting on her to do something.
"Why don't you scram, before I have to make you. Big boy."
"Oh? I don't think I can do that...you come here, swarming like monsters, and hurt my flock...now I can't have that now can I? Gotta give it to your kind though--pretty ballsy, openly coming to a city under the explicit protection of the Seireitei. And that kid who ended the Winter War." He pursed his lips, seeming to think for a second as he nodded. "Ballsy..or stupid. One or the other."
He then looked back to her, his bright emerald eyes focusing directly on hers. "So, you gonna hand that human back and beat it? Or am I going to have to get...physical? Your call sweet pea."
She watched his movements closely, but still had to grimace at that cocky face of his. She hated cocky, but she wouldn't barge into anything. Yet.
"Cheer leading letting out later these days," the large man said.
She hissed and released one of her most feral faces. He was mocking her. Mocking HER. Boy Vizard's these days don't care about missing a leg, or an arm, or a kidney. Her hand twitched to the large nodachi on her back, and she merely rested her hand on the hilt.
"The Seretei is pathetic, much like those disgusting hybrids. What are they called again? Vizards? Those outcasts, rejected from both Arrancar and Shinigami," She said, baiting the man.
She laughed as he attempted to call her stupid and threaten her, a sound like twinkling bells.
"The only one stupid here, is you. And the human is mine...unless you want to go in his place. However, call me 'sweet pea' again, and you'll lose that male organ you all desperately love," She threatened, menacingly.
"The Seretei is pathetic, much like those disgusting hybrids. What are they called again? Vizards? Those outcasts, rejected from both Arrancar and Shinigami."
"I agree." The statement was simple, though his smirk had faded. "Vizards are pretty messed up. But Arrancar are no different, if you think about it--two sides of the coin. A Vizard is born when a Shinigami tries to get Hollow powers...and an Arrancar--correct me if I'm wrong here--is when a Hollow tries to obtain Shinigami powers. Now...not exactly sure how ya'll do that...seeing as to how you're not a plus...you're a Hollow. What....do you go on a binge of do-gooding? Work at orphanages? Take care of elderly?"
"The only one stupid here, is you. And the human is mine...unless you want to go in his place. However, call me 'sweet pea' again, and you'll lose that male organ you all desperately love."
"Wha? You just met me and already you're trying to take me home...wow. I'm flattered. But there's a word for women like that, ya know."
He had to be careful, he knew. She was the stronger, and any engagement would be one sided, though not undoable. He could, possibly, manage something...but he really would rather just take the human back and leave.
"Not sweet pea eh? How about...sugar lumps? Honey? Baby girl? Baby doll!" He was rattling off nicknames at this point, but he sighed and gave up after a moment. His emeralds became half lidded as he grew serious, the blade having ceased tapping on his shoulder.
"You really sure you don't wanna let that one go?"
All her playfulness drained from her face and her expression. He went too far comparing herself to a lowly Vizard. She hadn't asked to become an Arrancar, only that she attain more power. She realized that the Vizard had no choice either, so she had nothing to say on that part of the conversation.
"Do good? Do good? Are you kidding me? I really am talking to an imbecile. I torture kids, and kill the elderly. Anyone in my way, gets killed. Understood?" She asked, a bit irritated. The man was pushing her buttons, and they both knew it.
"Wha? You just met me and already you're trying to take me home...wow. I'm flattered. But there's a word for women like that, ya know."
She grimaced and then snarled again, this time she unsheathed her Zanpakuto.
"Keep testing me, fool! See how far that gets you!" she yelled, rather enraged. Did he even realize the deep, hazardous pile of shit he was stepping into?
"Not sweet pea eh? How about...sugar lumps? Honey? Baby girl? Baby doll!"
Her body became limp for a brief moment, as her rage over took her. Her eyes now became crazed, and hungry. She unloaded a cackle as she pointed her palm at him.
"You really sure you don't wanna let that one go?"
"I have a simple answer for that, cocky son-of-a-bitch. Cero!" she roared as the hazel colored beam of energy flew from her hands.
Pain. She would make him feel a pain that would make even the most sick and twisted person cringe. He would never forget the name, Veronica Dos-Santos.
"I have a simple answer for that, cocky son-of-a-bitch."
Akihiko's eyes widened.
"Cero!"
As the hazel colored Hollow Flash rocketed towards Aki he dove to the side, the beam impacting where he had just been. The explosion sent his legs over his head as he was sent flying away from the explosion. Landing on his back he skid to a stop but quickly began gathering his footing. Sitting up, he was on his feet quickly and spun around to face her, though the smoke from the explosion blocked his view. His jeans were already tattered at the bottom from the explosion and his white shirt held soot, though his leather jacket took most of the brunt from the skid. Thankfully, though, it was rather durable. He placed his free hand on the hilt of the sword, where the blade met and ran his hand up the length as he roared his release command.
"GLARE, AWAISUBETA!"
The burst of reiatsu from the release dispelled the smoke, giving him clear view of her. His smirk had returned and he reached up, grabbing his hat and pulled it off, tossing it aside.
"Alright lady. I only wanted to make nice. Hell, maybe even go on a date...but you had to go and blow a hole in the street."
He whirled the massive blade around, falling into a combat stance. The sword was held with the cutting edge facing skyward, the blade and hilt close to his face and over the right shoulder. Both hands clasped the hilt.
Her cackle echoed throughout the streets and reverberated back to her. The destruction was delicious! If only he had lost a limb, or his head! She licked her lips with anticipation and bloodlust. The hole was magnificient and she could have stared for a while, however she had business to attend to. She watched as he landed, er rather. skidded about on the ground.
She smiled again, and watched as he screamed the release of his Zanpakuto at her.
Holy shit. That thing was fucking huge, she stared wide eyed at it for a few moments.
He tossed his hat aside, and she was sorely disappointed to realize that he still had that cocky grin on his face. Did he not realize the difference in power? Was he really that ignorant, or too cocky to realize anything?
She gritted her teeth in anger. But then her calm demeanor, and smile slid right back into place like a puzzle piece.
"Alright lady. I only wanted to make nice. Hell, maybe even go on a date...but you had to go and blow a hole in the street."
She laughed again, but this time it was a softer, almost kind laugh.
"Boy, if you actually survive this, then maybe you could see a date in your future," she said with a wink.
He whirled his blade and she tensed, both hands on the hilt of her sword. She was in unfamiliar waters, and she had no idea what he could pull of with that weapon of his.
"Akihiko Nakamura, former 5th Division."
"I could see why you're former, nobody wants a weakling in ther squad," she taunted, and then braced herself for an attack by the boy.
With his release, he felt confident he could hold his own against her. He wasn't entirely sure if that Zanpaku-to she held was anything like his, though. Hopefully, it was just an ornament, and not some super bad ass weapon o' doom.
Hopefully.
"Boy, if you actually survive this, then maybe you could see a date in your future."
"Back at cha," he replied, before he whirled the blade again, this time the cutting edge faced downwards, and it was held in front of him in a more traditional fighting style. He then took to the attack.
He burst forward at this point, sprinting at her. The fighting stance was lost, and instead he just held the weapon in one hand as he ran, as one would hold a bat. He continued sprinting at her before he disappeared in a shunpo, appearing airborne and careening at her with the blade leading the way. The obvious intent was to impale her, and if he missed, the blade would likely slam into the concrete.
