The Iron.

"I will not be slain by any hand but His Majesty's!"  [Affiliated with NARUBLEACH RP CENTRE]

[dr-kurosaki-isshin]

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Isshin shrugged. “You may not have any special abilities but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be great anyway right? I mean look at me I barely ever use my abilities because I generally don’t need to.” He was going to leave out the fact that he hadn’t needed to use any abilities in the past twenty years or so but he didn’t need to really know that right now.

He put his hand on his shoulder. “Cang listen, it doesn’t matter if you have experience or not. I was in the same place that you were once. It’ll be hard when we start, and be warned I’m not going to be soft on you when I train you , but you cannot under no circumstances be discouraged or quit.” He didn’t think that Cang would quit just because things got hard for him but he could never be too sure.

Isshin’s eyes widened. “Well you shouldn’t need to defend yourself against any comrades because well they’re your comrades. Why on earth would you need to anyway?”

He froze and grrabbed Cang’s shoulders. “This, me training you, this won’t get you into trouble with the other quincies will it? Because if it will, are you comfortable with the fact that you, me or one of your friends could die if things get out of hand if any of them found out?” Isshin was very serious. From what he’d heard about the newly arrived quincies they were not a forgiving people, especially when it came to shinigamis. He slowly released his firm grip from his shoulders. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you because of what I am.”

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Cang's eyes widened, surprised at his comments. To not need to use your powers? It was a novel idea and one which was completely foreign to the Quincy. Even if they didn't have to fight. Even if there wasn't a war raging on. He wasn't sure if he'd know what to do. Loyalty was perhaps one of his strongest traits. As so, while the dark haired Quincy wasn't sure their side was right, he wouldn't turn against his majesty.

The corners of his lips turned up, the smile crooked as the action tugged on his scar. He was thankful that the elder wouldn't go easy on him, and though his mind wanted him to comment, his brain worrying over the little issue of his strength. A couple of nervous bites and twists of his lip before he finally spoke, "I presume you are planning to take into account that my body isn't conditioned to hold a sword?" It was going to hurt...even disregarding any blows he took...it was going to burn his muscles. "Or even a real weapon."

Cang looked away as the elder grabbed his shoulders, "...it-" he stopped as the elder continued, Cang swallowing before looking up at the other's face. "It will be fine." He said simply. He didn't plan to admit that Isshin had a point. Though there was a chance that the others would understand, Giselle would, and Bazz-B...well Cang could probably claim that he was trying to recruit which would solve that one. It was Meninas, perhaps in her own way the most unforgiving, not to forget that she terrified him just a bit. Cang suspect that they'd take their rage out on him. Isshin should be fine.

"When do you want to begin?"

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Desperate Times {Gigi&Cang}

[gisellegewellez]

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Giselle drew back, putting more muscle into it than she usually bothered. She doubted this would work, poor Cang Du, but this was a prime murder chance! She could not let this up. Cang Du would make a much better pet than that mechanic’s dog. She could dress him up so cutely~

"Don’t worry," she said, "I’m sure everything will work out fine."

Then she let it the arrow fly, right at his heart.

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He swallowed, grey eyes fixed on her as she drew her arrow back. He was little weary about how much muscle that she was putting into it, but her words slipped into him. Her words relaxing him, against his better judgement, perhaps she was right. This wasn't such a stab in the dark...or heart.

Then she let go.

His eyes widened. His grip barely held on his iron. The arrow flew straight and true. For an instant, it almost felt as though the world was passing them by, as though the arrow hung in the air, but then it was over. Then it hit. The sharpened tip effortlessly piercing his skin. 

Cang's back arched impossibly as his head was flung back, awareness flooding his senses. Reishi blinding his surprisingly sensitive eyes. He almost smiled as he suddenly felt whole again. 

...he should have known it was too good to be true...

Pain. It hit his already sensitive nerves. Distantly he could hear someone screaming. Some part of him vaguely registered it was his. The arrow had worked. His powers had come back. But he could feel it, the arrow slammed through his ribcage. He felt it. His heart pulsed. Shuddered.

He coughed. Wetness spreading across his chest. The same liquid escaping from his mouth. The powerful male dropping to his knees. His pupils dilating as his eyes took on a glassy hue. Staring up at Giselle. It'd gone wrong...very very wrong. Although...a traitorous part of his mind pointed out that maybe not, he'd gained his powers back and it was quite possible she'd never intended him to live.

He could feel his life escaping his body. Red staining pale clothes and skin. Unbidden he found words falling from his lips. 

"Please."

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Desperate Times {Gigi&Cang}

[gisellegewellez]

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Giselle was fairly sure Cang Du needed new friends, if he was taking a shinigami’s advice to go let someone stab him, but who was she to complain. It wasn’t every day people asked her to inflict potentially lethal wounds on them!

"Oh you know I’d do anything to help my friends Cang-chan~" she cooed. "As for your Iron…well I’m very good at anatomy. I’m sure we’ll figure something out," she absently called forth her arrows, studying them as she spoke. They weren’t sharp, since she didn’t usually use them for puncturing her enemies. A few taps and some careful reishi manipulation fixed that.

"Okay, you’ll need to step back a few feet," she said, "but not too far! We need as much power as we can get."

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Now as she prepared her arrows, Cang was certain he needed new friends. Or at least that he shouldn't take people's advice to let others stab him. His breathing increased slightly, but he took a deep breath to calm himself, Giselle was at least able to stop him dying...although if he did he wouldn't put it past her to reanimate him. 

He nodded to her words, taking a few measured steps backwards. If her arrows were going to puncture him, they'd need him to be relatively close. Cang could and was keeping a shaky grip on his Iron, after all the metal would protect him if not, and for all her assurances he wasn't certain that she could pierce it.

"I'm ready when you are."

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Pity Party Powerhouse ( I & P )

[meninasty-deactivated20151216]

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Well that was new information. She was well aware that Gremmy had defected from the Wandenreich at this point, and hadn’t missed his little tantrums when he was referred to as a ‘Quincy’, but Bazz-B’s involvement in his defection was news to her. She wasn’t a fool; she knew Bazz-B tended to twist the truth a bit justify his hot-headed agenda. Meninas knew The Heat was going to explain more to her later, but she made a mental note to ask Giselle for a more objective explanation to compare facts.

She observed Cang Du’s quiet meltdown with a watchful eye. There was nothing quite like the complete self-destruction of a man to make Meninas feel empowered, but Cang Du’s self-loathing was bordering on disgustingly pathetic.

"Ugh, okay… yikes…” she muttered, seriously worried he was about to crumple on the floor in a sad heap.

"Cang Du you need some serious help. Have you tried maybe just relying on your natural abilities more than your Quincy ones? You still have Quincy blood, so just because you’re weak doesn’t make you any less of one."

"Like okay… I’m the ‘Power’, right? I can get super strong and muscly and gorgeous like a giant hulk —that’s my ability. But I’m also strong and smart outside of that. Like those abilities don’t really have anything to do with Quincy powers and I still use them."

She struggled to explain, supposing it was a bit more difficult when it came to Cang Du’s slightly more obscure abilities. There wasn’t really anything too obscure about the meaning of ‘The Power’, but she persisted.

"You should try doing something like that. Get strong and rely on those other abilities too! It’s not the same… but at least you won’t feel like such a weakling."

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Cang suspected that she'd at least heard about Gremmy's temper-tantrums when he was referred to as being a Quincy and though the boy made his skin crawl (sometimes literally) he did hope that Gigi had heard the whole story. Bazz-B's treatment of the kid (and himself) had been pathetic. Cang had before found himself wondering if, if he'd had that kind of power he'd have done the exact same thing.

He blinked. Fortunately he'd missed her expression, it wouldn't have helped to know that she found his self-loathing pathetic. However instead as she spoke he blinked. In a way her words were comforting him.

Though he showed no outward sign of his reaction, managing to restore some of his usual facade before he looked up. Dark eyes were the main give-away to the turmoil which still writhed within him, but his face was expressionless or at least relatively so.

He was thankful that she wasn't just trying to comfort him, but to explain why she thought she was right. He supposed she had a point, just having his iron didn't make him useless. After all he'd proved that to Bazz-B back when he'd first arrived. Not that the usually stoic Quincy was fully in control of it.

"Thank you." He spoke softly. 

He planned to learn to wield a sword, but he had no intention of telling the borderline psychotic Quincy that. 

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Pity Party Powerhouse ( I & P )

[meninasty-deactivated20151216]

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“Former Visionary…?” she echoed. What did that mean? Gremmy had always seemed like something of a loose canon, and Cang-Du being as devoted as he was to Yhwach didn’t seem like the type to just lie about information like this. Had Gremmy defected?

"—Oh Cang Du, I was just teasing! I didn’t mean anything bad by it, honest!" Her brow furrowed in genuine concern as she took in his utterly crestfallen expression. The typically stoic Ritter must’ve been in quite a state if he was practically spilling his guts to her (well… as gut-spilling as Cang Du could get, that is) like this.

"Sure, I may have noticed a difference in your reiatsu than before." she admitted, "But it’s nothing to get all gloomy over! You probably just wore yourself out in your last battle and need to take a rest for a while. The reishi in the air here is pretty stale, so that’s gotta be why it’s taking so long!"

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"He defected." Cang explained simply, "Him and Bazz-B had a huge falling out over something to do with Shinigami and Shinobi." Though he'd heard part of the reason he didn't think it was his place to tell her the entire story. After all some believe that Bazz-B's actions had lead to the child-like Quincy changing sides.

His head lowered, unable to meet her eyes as humiliation crashed over him. The stoic Quincy unable to accept what he perceived as pity, though as she continued talking, his mood went further sour. She was trying to make him feel better…It was a shame that her attempt at comforting him wasn't helping.

"…It broke when I came here." He admitted softly, still refusing to look at her, "Only my Iron works. I can't even sense reiatsu." He hated being weak. He really hated being weak. Though he doubted she had realised just how much he'd lost in coming here.

[dr-kurosaki-isshin]

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Isshin rolled his eyes. “It’s cause he’s an ass who doesn’t care about his subordinates.” He muttered quietly under his breath. But he quickly turned to Cang. “So you would lie to learn how to use a sword huh? Well I haven’t been a teacher for a very long time but being a master swordsman doesn’t just disappear, so I should be able to show a little more than the basics.” 

He sighed. Honestly he hadn’t done this in forever. “But…” He paused thinking about what he was going to say. “Even if it’s just the basics, it’s important for you to know how to defend yourself especially if you don’t have powers. Bad things can happen if you enter a fight and then end up not having any way to fight back, so this is just as important to you as it is me.”

He fortunately missed Isshin's muttered comment about his Majesty, listening instead to the rest. "Yes. I would like to learn how to use a sword. Though I fear you will have much to teach me, I….I was a close-combat specialist."

A sad smile twisted his lips for a moment before he let out a harsh laugh, "Even with a sword, I'll be alive on Bazz's mercy, my Iron still works but I'd never have been able to withstand a full on attack from him." Cang sighed, there were two who was a major threat and even should he regain his full powers, he'd not be strong enough to defend against either of them. Though he had no idea what would happen if Bazz melted him.

"At full strength I could block his Majesty's second in command's sword with just my skin so hopefully with a weapon I'll be alright." After all, the younger specialised in defence.

[shuuhei-sensei]

[Event] N I G H T M A R E

[shuuhei-sensei]

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With the impact of the deflected attack, the Hollow was pushed back.

Hisagi gaped at the interference of another person. Seeing the other’s face and hearing his name, the shinigami was caught by surprise that his savior this time around, is one from the enemy ranks

"…Y-You… You’re… a Quincy…"

"…Why…?" His voice quivered as he uttered these fragmented words.

Instead of feeling at ease after being saved, Hisagi felt more fear grow inside of him. What stood before him is an enemy; he killed their friends and comrades, and now… is he after the lieutenant’s life as well?

"I don’t want to die—!"

Hisagi picked up his zanpakutou that was lying beside him, and pointed it at the Quincy. He may have managed to somehow put a brave act, fear was still written all over his face, and it’s visibly seen in the shaking of his arms and knees, and the sweat that dripped on the floor, along with blood from his injured eye.

"…d-d-don’t… d-don’t…c-come near me…!"

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Cang was pleasantly surprised, he was both fortunate and thankful that his powers were regular here. A crooked smile ghosting across his lips for an instant before he turned his attention back to the one he'd saved. 

Watching the surprise he had to take a moment to avoid commenting on the shinigami's completely senseless question. Surely both his powers and his name, he did after all remember speaking to the other before, gave his race away...

"Why? …you mean why did I save you?" His head tilted slightly, dully he registered the others sheer fear, though ordinarily, even weakened as he was, the shinigami would do him no damage. There was no guaranty that the rules applied here. "Why shouldn't I have?" He asked softly.

Iron flickered across the elders face as he hesitated, on some level he'd expected hostility, he'd not expected the shaking sword pointed at him. An audible sigh escaped the stoic Quincy. None of his emotions showing on his face, his jaw visibly tensed, dark eyes reflecting eyes as the colour appeared to have become liquid quicksilver.

"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead." 

Heedless of the sword, he approached, at least attempting to appear as though he wasn't threatening.

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meninasty

"Cang Du! —You’re here as well?"

Just how many of his soldiers had Yhwach-sama assigned for this obscure assignment? That’s four she’d counted besides herself. Was it really okay for five of his most formidable warriors to be removed from the field of war?

"What’s up? You seem a little more chatty than usual." she said with a hint of a smirk playing at her lips.

His posture shifted silently, dark eyes studying her, his expression giving nothing away as he did so.

"Indeed I am. Though like the former Visionary, my situation is different to what I'm assuming yours is." He spoke softly, realising as he did that she was right. Since being in this place, his pride had taken a beating. 

"I'm sure you've noticed the change." He muttered bitterly sure that her question was mocking him. His reiatsu was obvious, he was waiting for a chance to attempt to regain his powers after all. "I don't have all of my powers." His scowl grew even more pronounced, unfortunately looking more sulky than menacing.

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The Past Personified|| Event thread {OPEN}

Darkness crawled across the sky and regretfully the Quincy moved to his bed, finally giving up on the paper he was half way through writing. As the night drew further in, silvery eyes slipped closed, Cang allowing his exhausted mind to succumb to sleep.  ….. The room was dull, inconsequential, blank as though the dreamscape wasn't focusing on that, but one wall was different and it was that which Cang found himself standing before. A mirror. He was staring into a mirror. Normally dark emotionless eyes widened in shock and horror. The face which was staring back wasn't the one he expected….

"What's the matter~? Did you think you'd gotten rid of me? Well you were wrong, I never went anywhere. You just got better at hiding me. Well, games over now. Now everyone is going to see me! I'm going to be there for the world to see…"

"Get used to everyone seeing everything~"

"No!" The word was gasped as it escaped, the Quincy found himself backing away. He couldn't turn back into that. His reflection had to be lying. It had to be! He couldn't…. His knees hit the ground, Cang finding himself kneeling before his own reflection. Fear was emblazoned across his face. His breathing was laboured, terrified. Panicked eyes sought an escape, something. Anything! But there was nothing. It was just him and his reflection. A scream bubbled up in his throat, escaping him unbidden, as with shaking hands, he touched his face.

"Did you seriously think I was just an image?" Was asked incredulously.

"I told you~ I'm back for the world to see who you really are~"

Shaking the apparently younger male backed away, not even hearing the door open behind him….

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Room-mates

[nejinojuukenpo-blog]

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Neji nodded his welcome to Cang Du, stirring his tea carefully and taking a sip instead of speaking out loud. “I will keep that in mind,” Neji said. He had no real opposition to non-herring Sobas after all. He took another sip.

Neji didn’t say much about Cang Du’s sweet tooth, many people had them after all. “I will keep that in mind as well,” he said instead. “Including buying them in small batches.” He offered a tiny smile to show he was teasing, or at least trying to.

"Yes, two others. I…don’t remember much about them, I’m afraid. This place has a tendency to…confuse memories or take them completely. I do know I didn’t like the second one much," he added. "The first wasn’t so bad, I don’t think," he shrugged.

"Before coming here I’d shared sleeping quarters, but never had a room mate," he said. Hyuugas, even Branch members, didn’t room together. He had, technically, an entire house to himself, though he’d not stepped foot in his childhood home since  his father’s death. His rooms in the main house had been sufficient. “Hopefully I will not prove too much of a shock to your system, Cang Du-san.”

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Taking a sip of his own tea, he nodded, listening to his room-mate. He was thankful that Neji was being so friendly. Most people he knew commented on his sweet tooth, after all he was only meant to like bland things apparently it wont with his personality. He offered a slight smile in response to the teasing, his expression lightening somewhat, he appreciated the effort. 

"That sounds strange, though oddly understandable" he wasn't sure why it made sense, it was just a case of it seeming to work unlike his broken powers. He offered an almost smile, "I think it will be fine. You seem very like myself personality wise, so I doubt it will too much of a shock." he tried to reassure him, his expression softer to show he didn't mean it meanly even if that was how it was how it sounded. 

"My apologies, I'm not the best when it comes to conveying what I mean." After all he tended not to let his lips express much, every movement of them tugged on his scar an unbearable reminder, even to ignoring the pain which came with it. Adding his natural stoicalness and unbendable calmness, it didn't add for a cheerful expressive person, though he felt as though his room-mate could appreciate that.  

[dr-kurosaki-isshin]

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Isshin smiled sadly. Man he hoped that he was doing good and not about to crush this kids dream of regaining his abilities. “Well okay so my er- friend I guess, fashioned a special sword that gathered the reiatsu from several shinigami and then well we stabbed my son Ichigo and he had gotten all of his powers as a full shinigami back.” He smiled at Cang but then it darkened quickly. “But I don’t know how to make them and as far as I know Urahara would be the only one able of fashioning one for a Quincy and he may not even want to and this is all an if because we’ve been taken to this place and have no way of contacting outside of it as far as I’m concerned.” Isshin placed a big hand on the slim boys shoulder. “I’m sorry Cang-kun, but I’m not really sure how to help. I mean I could help you train with a sword but I’m afraid until I find a scientist familiar with this sort of thing I fear that we are out of luck.”

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Cang nodded, his expression falling for a moment before it brightened slightly, he'd found hope. It wasn't escaping that easily. "That makes sense. Given that our weapons are basically reiatsu, if one of the others stabs me, there's the possibility it'll work." He shrugged, biting his lip, "it's worth a try. One of my comrades can heal" he left out the controlling the dead part, "so I think it'll be safe getting her to do it, and I'm sure she'll enjoy it." 

"Would you be kind enough to train me anyway? As I'd have been having my powers jumpstarted there's no guaranty it won't mutate my spirit blades." He surprised himself with how calmly he was taking this. "I…Yhwach-sama intended for me to lose so he could execute me. I need to be strong enough to find out why."

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entering the house || cang du

[solitavista]

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This was one of the rare instances where Ulquiorra Cifer actually lingered a bit longer than was necessary in his assigned quarters. No matter how much he loathed being in the presence of such oafs, he had to return here some time.

… And it was here, whilst he was descending the stairs, that he was presented with yet another low-life.

Who was this filth?

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Cang froze, standing stock still in the hall like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes like quicksilver met the disdainful gaze directed at him. Even without almost all of his abilities, the Espada ranked as a threat, Iron flickered across his skin. Reacting to what it perceived as danger.

Though it was obvious that he was ranked more as trash than as a threat, though perhaps it was to his benefit that he didn't have his powers, Cang was pretty sure the other would be too strong for him regardless. 

He'd not realised he'd been backing away until he crashed into the wall. 

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Desperate Times {Gigi&Cang}

[gisellegewellez]

Giselle nodded thoughtfully.

"Isshin-sensei, he’s a shinigami, right? So you trust his opinion?" Not that she cared, really. Cang Du was asking her to stab him. In the heart, “but I mean, I’d be happy to help~ Do you think arrows will work or do we need a sword?”

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Cang swallowed.

"Yes, he is. However….I do trust his opinion." He was willing to risk it for what it'd give in return. He wasn't weak and wouldn't be counted as it. "Thank you." He spoke softly, sincerely even, "I think so. The issue will be getting it through my Iron. Without my powers I can't control it as well." He admitted softly, the metal tended to flicker if he was in danger regardless anyway. 

[uzumaki-kushinax]

Halcyon:open

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"It’s a strange place." she would agree. but there was an opportunity speaking here. She nodded as she took this information in,but didn’t  comment when he turned away. Everyone had their weaknesses. In that way where it seemed he didn’t want to admit weakness, he  reminded her of Obito.

It almost seemed as though she freaked him out. “Is it weird talking to a formally dead person?” she tried to lighten the mood. “I know..ah, I used to babysit Itachi when he was a kid. Do you know anyone named Naruto?”

Kushina wasn’t understanding him. Monster? Her face had shown the slightest tick. “So.. he can bend realities? Make you see things that aren’t truly there? It sounds like genjutsu. but.. is he truly a monster? Monster is a strong word.” at least to Kushina she thought no kid should be called a monster. it only pushed them further..to do bad things if they didn’t have the proper guidance.

He sighed softly, "I'm broken." He admitted softly, "Only a single part of my powers work, I've lost pretty much all of them." She was surprisingly simple to talk to, though he despised how easily it had been for him to admit his weakness to her. Though he sincerely hoped it would be fixed soon, "A friend of mine is going to try to fix it. She's agreed to stab me through the heart." "Not as such." he answered softly, "I'm possibly dead, my boss was about to have me executed when I arrived, I remember the sword coming down before I was brought here." He explained, though he suspected that she might have been trying to lighten the mood which he'd probably not helped with. "…" He didn't have anything nice from his past which would help with lightening the mood like that. "…." He sighed, "It's not a trick. His power allowed him to change not just bend but completely change. The difference is the things he makes you see…really are there. Reality doesn't apply to him." He looked away, truth be told, the boy scared him, terrified even. "He has no morals…Itachi is a far braver man than I…to try to tell the boy that torturing is wrong."

[shuuhei-sensei]

[Event] N I G H T M A R E

Cold. Dark. Empty.

The heavy atmosphere made it difficult for the shinigami to breathe. He looked around. Where he is, and what he’s doing… He doesn’t know. All he knows is that he’s there, in that void.

The deafening silence broke, as a booming screech rang — it was a familiar sound, followed by a thud that made the ground shake.

The shinigami unsheathed his sword. Why? Because he felt like he had to. However, at the moment that his blade was set free from its scabbard, the male began trembling, and his heartbeat gradually increasing its pace.

Fear. Why was he afraid? What causes him to fear?

The sounds grew louder and closer. Then, it stopped. Hisagi froze upon seeing the creatures that stood before him — hollows… and huge ones: the first was the one which almost killed him when he was just a child; the second was the hollow that left that notable scar on his face; and the last one, the biggest of the group, was the giant hollow that wiped out Hisagi and his fellow lieutenants at the Winter War.

Cold sweat rolled on the sides of his face. His paralyzed legs and arms quivered more. Should he run, or should he fight? Whichever he chose, he can’t do so because his body won’t move.

A loud and familiar demonic cackle sent chills down the shinigami’s spine.

"Isn't it about time that you use me to my full potential eh, partner?" The voice spoke in a mocking tone.

"…sh..shut up…!" The shinigami muttered, as he rolled his eyes to seek for the speaker.

"My purpose is to reap lives! To kill! What's so scary about that, huh?!"

"I—!" Chains rattled at the slight movement of Hisagi’s hand which felt…cold. Returning his gaze at the sword in hand, he found himself holding his zanpakutou’s released form instead, drenched in blood, as well as his hands, clothes, arms, and face.

"What, you think you won't be able to control your powers and end up killing everyone around you?"

Startled by the speaker, Hisagi took a small step backwards. Feeling his foot hit something on the floor, he set his eyes on the ground and looked around.

Blood painted the floor crimson. Corpses that seemed like they were cut by a very sharp blade scattered around him.

"I… I-It wasn’t—" The gruesome sight drained the colour out of the lieutenant. Did he do this? When? How? Why? He doesn’t know.

"It's fun, isn't it?" A dark figure emerged from the shadows, and stood behind Hisagi. Engulfing the shinigami in darkness, the grim being motioned the male to raise his weapon, placing the blood-soaked steel before his eyes.

"…n-no… no…. this is… i-it’s not… I… I didn’t… I didn’t do it…!" The lieutenant mumbled in fragments as he slowly shook his head.

"You know what's the best thing I experienced?" The figure cracked a wide devilish grin. "Tearing your ex-captain's throat."

"You remember it, do ya, partner?"

The raven-haired’s trembling intensified. He opened his mouth to speak - to drive his zanpakutou spirit away. But not even a puff of air escaped from his parted lips.

"Speaking of which, your boss was talking shit about that ex-captain of yours, eh? Don't you feel like... piercing this blade right at him?"

"ENOUGH—!!" Hisagi yelled at the top of his lungs, driving the shadow away. In that same instant, the blood and corpses disappeared, and his zapakutou returned to its sealed state. The terrified male fell to his knees, still shivering. He hung his head low, sweat and tears falling on the ground. “…enough…”

Silence.

After composing himself, Hisagi lifted his head and looked around. He was alone in this vast, empty space.

The nightmare’s over.

A flash appeared right before his eyes. And the next thing he knew, there’s an excruciating pain on his right eye. Blood gushed from the right side of his face.

The nightmare’s just beginning.

The hollow looming over him, its claws stained by his very blood; the trauma of that incident rendered the shinigami motionless. He’s terrified and helpless. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out of his mouth. The hollow raised its sharp claws again, preparing to strike. All the hapless shinigami can do was cower in fear and quietly cry like a child.

The hollow launched its attack, its claws quickly rushing towards the shinigami until someone thwarted the attack.

"…wh..who…"

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Cang had settled in for a good nights sleep, something he sorely needed and may have been likely to get since he'd struck his deal with Gigi. Alas a that wasn't what he was going to get. 

Eyes like quicksilver had flickered open to find himself in a strange reality, the atmosphere made breathing difficult, it weighed on him with a sense of despair which felt decidedly foreign. Through the darkness he could see something. The terrified form of the nightmare's owner. 

This wasn't Cang's fears. But even so. The fear was almost contagious, almost tangible, it took more effort than it should have to force his limbs to work. Moving, to the motionless petrified shinigami, as though weights tugged on his legs, holding him back. He suspected that even with full use of his powers, he'd not be able to get there any quicker.

He had no weapon, there was no way he was touching another zanpakuto, which left one other option. Swallowing. Cang hoped that his Iron would work here. As one arm raised, he stepped into the path of the blow. 

Silver eyes widened as he heard the other speak, turning his head towards the shinigami, "…Cang Du…" He wasn't going to let the other die, and certainly not because he didn't know what'd happen to him if he did.

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German and discipline. He’d never meet her within a classroom, then. It was useful to know her name, just in case he required German or disciplinary instruction. It wasn’t likely. And there was another unknown name—Bazz-B. Which reminded him… it would be a good idea to formally introduce himself at some point.

"Alright. Well, the anatomy classes are in this hall, or the floor up. Sometimes psychology runs its experiments in the labs the building over, but lectures are close to mine," Shikamaru explained, then added, "Poli Sci and Anthropology." He’d let the guy see the psychology labs first, then they’d make their way across campus to the lecture halls. Silently, Shikamaru thanked him for cutting to the chase.

"I’m Nara Shikamaru," he tacked on with little ceremony. "It’d be best to know the name of the person I’m showing around, before we get any farther."

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Cang blinked nodding, thankful that his 'guide' hadn't made a big deal of him cutting to the chase. The Quincy wasn't the most social of people, neither did he want to be wasting the other's time. 

"Thank you." He spoke aloud, though he didn't add that he was certain that he'd get lost at least a few more times while he got used to what stairs led where and which door would be quickest. Although failure was often the fastest way to learn, unless someone decided that death was the penalty for losing. 

"Nice to meet you," he spoke with considerably more ceremony, "Cang Du." He bowed his head a little, though still tried to match the other's informality. "My apologies for not introducing myself earlier."

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  "I see.. so what’s a Quincy? I mean you. I’m human, in your definition I guess but back where I’m from I’m from the land of whirlpool and I was a host for the Kyuubi, which is a giant demon fox. I’ll have to tell you the rest some other time, since it’s gonna take too long anyways. All the powers? That’s interesting.. But do you know why I’m here? We aren’t from the same worlds,and if I learned anything in school it’s this comes as close as a genjutsu. which is, in shorter terms, an illusion, not real.”

"But I did die. Me and my husband died." she stated calmly, trying to understand what this all meant. “I thought this was purgatory, you know?”

"I understand. I knew a kid once, and he had such big dreams but..I could say corruption and deceit played a huge role in that. but Gremmy seems sweet and if Itachi’s helping him then I know he’ll be alright.” she spoke with confidence. 

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"We're humans who developed powers to fight the Hollows, and prevent them from devouring our souls. The only case I'm aware of, of powers not working properly, is my own." He spoke bluntly, turning his face away as he realised that he'd just told her his weakness. "I think this world is another reality, though I have no idea why you are here." He signed, it was strange how certain she was that she was dead, "I know….take this as a second chance, to have another chance at life." He spoke slowly, as though testing the idea out as he spoke.  "That's not what I meant." Cang wondered what had made him decide to try to explain, "Gremmy is a killer, a monster if you will, he has huge dreams and the power to turn them into literal reality." Apparently he was awful at explaining things. "…If Gremmy imagined me turning into a kitten, I would be turned into a kitten."