A blond punk in a green jacket was running through the streets of Karakura Town at night. To any normal onlookers, they might assume he was running from the cops, gangsters, or yakuza, but what they couldn't see was a beastly Hollow climbing the walls and chasing after the human.
The gray creature howled and lunged for Katsu, but he dodged with a practiced grace. All with a devious, exuberant grin on his face.
"Heyyy, ya missed, pal! For a big scary monster, you're slower than a snail crawlin' through shit!"
Earlier, he had tried fighting the Hollow, but any mortal force just bounced off it and earned him a swift and heavy strike. Instead, he was evading it while trying to assess its movements. Handy skill he picked up from high school.
(starter for Rangiku) @katsu-at-the-bottom
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If there was something she liked about the human world, it was the number of shops that were available. Rangiku hadn’t been spending a lot of money since she joined the Academy, so her account was just piling up. On and on until she could have taken everything and lived out the rest of her long life in Karakura Town as some wealthy heiress.
But she liked her job as a soul reaper too much to give her life in Soul Society up, no matter how much she was loving shopping to her heart’s content.
Her thoughts of where she should go the next day ( provided that she wasn’t needed for protection duty ) faded when she heard the familiar roar of a Hollow. Usually, that sound was accompanied by screaming, but this time, she could distinctly hear…laughter.
Rangiku quickly set aside her many shopping bags into a dark corner for her to pick up later before donning her black robes and flying off into the night. It didn’t take her long to find out the source of the noise, and she frowned a little, wondering how a human could see…oh.
“Get down!” she yelled, leaping at the Hollow from her perch on the nearby roof. As she jumped, she unsheathed Haineko, the blade slashing through the air and cutting the Hollow’s head in diagonal halves. It was gone by the time she landed, far too softly for the angle and height with which she jumped from, and she tilted her head a little, still studying the stranger.








