Pennance Gaze

Posts : 54 Join date : 2013-05-07

The heat of the sun could be felt all across the Seireitei. The east, west, north and south would be subject to it. The same ball of celestial fire illuminated the spiritual realm. The multitudes of Shinigami went about their daily business all the same. There was an abundance of various duties that needed to be carried out. There were no exceptions, although some divisions and their squad members were particular lazy. But even as the Sun's heat bore down on to the lands. The wind Goddess saw fit to embrace the Seireitei. A most welcome breeze swept through the area, making the weather rather sunny and windy all at the same time. The fluttering of a Haori with a ragged bottom announced the presence of the one they call Jushiro Izanagi. The Captain Commander and head Captain of the Gotei 13. The man stood with his arms crossed, his crimson orbs gazing up at the Soukyoku execution cross. The Soukyoku was symbolic. The giant and magnificent Halbred peaked the curiosity of the man. Izanagi's white spiky mane like hair swayed in the wind. His eyes looking rather fierce. His spiritual pressure kept in check, but it wasn't without difficulty that the man did so. In time the man would make his way over towards the shade of the trees in the area. A tree stump, in fact several stumps littered the area.

The tree stumps being posited beneath the canopy of the trees. The stumps reached a maximum number of six. Izanagi sat down, his Zanapakuto held in his left hand was used to hold his body weight. He was comfortable, but not comfortable enough to let his guard down. His spiritual pressure would wash over the area. The air within a hundred meter radius became heavy. Those not up to the task would find it most difficult to breath. A wicked grin adorned the face of one most barbaric and so fox like too. It had been a while since Izanagi traveled to the world of the living. His last few trips blessed him with two bastards. But no matter, that was a story for another day. Izanagi's thought drifted to a time deemed to be long past. A time when he could afford to be far more carefree. To think the former blood thirsty Kenpachi was transformed into a soldier with responsibilities. The decision to make nominate Izanagi as the Sotaicho wasn't popular with everyone. Izanagi has always been a man whom detested weakness in everything. Izanagi wanted to return the Gotei 13, to a time when it was known as the Gotei. Consisting of a band of truly powerful Shinigami at its helm. Izanagi's mission is still on going, the man was determined the accomplish this. The bastards at Central almost granted his wish. But the old fools would rather stick to the traditions of the Gotei 13. Slowly but surely though, Izanagi will change this. And they will soon recognize that it is for the better.

Izanagi found himself tapping his feet. His mind drifting back to the present. The man had thoughts about whether or not his squad members were doing their daily tasks. But why should he worry? They wouldn't be stupid enough not to, right? The sound of a hawk flying high above caught Izanagi's attention. From where he was sitting, he could see the creature as it circle above in the distance. This was peaceful, but for how long will it remain so?

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The division barracks proved to be a bore. She had half expected one of her officers to challenge her in a spar. A duel for her position would have been a laugh as she saw fit that anyone who had the balls enough to challenge her, she would honor them by going all out. That was the official story some say she felt that some of them were a waste of time and she wanted to get rid of them. Regardless, no one hand come to challenge her in any way. The moment had passed now the plebs had eaten their lunch and noting the warm weather decided to take a collective nap. Of course Yuri would forbid those who lacked training to do so, even those on Duty Yuri made sure they did their part. They understood the consequences if they slacked on training or duty. Leaving the division to her Lieutenants, Yuri had walked out. Like two predators drawn to another she had made her way to a certain area. The area was none other than the Execution Hill, home to the Halberd and final resting place of many Criminals.

Yuri was in her usual attire. Hair worn in two low ponytails as the playfully whipped about her waist. Her dark and thick eye lashes surrounding her half closed hazel eyes. She was an attractive girl in her own way. The stoic, stubborn and cold shouldered girls that many seem to die for. If it wasn't for the fact that this particular child was a battle hungry maniac then maybe the term to die for, would remain in it's articular sense. She was making her way up the hill now, it was tedious, walking through the thickness of the air that had nothing to do with the weather. 90 % of Soul Society would feint if they were in the air. Yuri herself was indifferent to it's current state, perhaps when released she would feel the intensity of the heat it brought forth but for now? Good drink.

Her captains Haori was wrapped at the mouth of the Sheathe, leaving the drawing path of the blade clear. This Zanpakuto was carried by her left arm and balanced on her left shoulder. At the tip of the Zanpakuto's sheathe was two large clay barrels. These barrels could accommodate 9 Litres of drink. This particular one was a mid level potent drink. It wasn't the time and place for strong drinks. Nor were the intended drinkers the type to deal with light liquor. She came upon the hill, about a couple yards out to the little bump on the cliffside, the very place where the execution took place. Where she stood was a bit further down the peak, where trees provided refuge to the executioners.

Under a single tree was the Captain Commander and her old Commanding Officer. Izanagi Jushiro, former Kenpachi and tutor to the current Kenpachi. The old Kenpachi's battle feat was no joke. One could probably paint the heaven's a dark red with the enemies he has struck down. The newer younger Kenpachi's Campaign of red Banners was far from scratching even the under belly but she was still young and her bloody reign had only begun now. As she walked in the manner she did, she let her presence be known with something different from spiritual blood pressure. Something akin to killing intent, her image would project itself in the mind's eye. Her sword drawn and pointed at the base of the Captain Commander's neck. A quick thrust.

The amount of people that would have started to froth in the mouth from that alone. But He was different, killing intent was like morning coffee for the man. Without it he could not fully wake up every morning. From Yuri to Izanagi it was more of a, "I'm home" or "I'm here" or "Sup". The two weren't the type to deal a lot in words. Ever since they were Student and teacher, Subordinate and Superior, they seldom shared long held conversations. Small grunts and eye language was used to communicate small things.

She sat down a behind the man. It was such that she could see the back of his large back. She herself leaned against the Canopy tree and her feet were placed on the stump. Ah... It was comfortable, as she had just walked out of the shower on a lazy Sunday and had just plopped herself down on a fluffy coach. It wasn't the venue, it was the atmosphere, the stifling presence of the man. The strong scents of perfume or body wash which ever it was. That very scent that hid the stench of dried blood. The two round clay pots lay by her side. Cups would be in her possession. Zanpakuto leaning against the left side of her body, tucked between her ribs and arm. It was a fine day.

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"An unexpected arrival. Heh. What now?". A wide grin appeared on the visceral facade of the Commander. Izanagi knew the approaching spiritual pressure all too well. Another Shinigami very much like himself was making their approach. This other Shinigami being his successor, Yuri Kenpachi. The young flame that was almost as blood thirsty as Izanagi himself. Opposites do attract, but these opposites were sometime the same. They lived by a certain code, a certain ideal that only a Kenpachi or former Kenpachi could ever come to understand. Izanagi as of this point seemed most tranquil, taking in the scenery beneath the canopy of the leaves filled copse. The Soukyoku seemed like a most fitting place for the Kenpachi of old and new to meet. The nostalgia brought on by Yuri's presence was like a trip down memory lane for Izanagi. It wasn't that long ago when every other day his Haori was stained with blood. During the time that Izanagi was the Kenpachi, his whole existence was dedicated to battle. He was constantly improving, growing more experienced and stronger with every battle. His victories racked up so much, that it became difficult for the man to go anywhere and not be recognized. His name resonated throughout the different spiritual realms. Even the Royal Guards suddenly took an interest in the man, as did the old farts of Central 46.

Izanagi was blood thirsty and brutal, which was the very thing that the previous Captain Commander admired him for. Izanagi reminded the old coots of a time when the Gotei 13 was truly a force. A time when they were the Blood Gotei, warriors so powerful, that others wouldn't dare breach the borders of the Soul Society. The powers of these Shinigami was a deterrence to all. This is the level that Izanagi had aspired to reach, and he did it. The crimson eyed fiend was soon taken under the wing of the Captain Commander of old. The bastard saw fit to transform Izanagi into something more responsible. The blood thirsty Kenpachi had suddenly become a reliable soldier that the Gotei 13 could rest all their hopes on. Now here he was, the leader of the Gotei and a man perhaps seeking a decent battle. The last war was still fresh in his mind, and it quite frankly left a bitter taste in his mouth. Izanagi wanted to correct his past mistakes. This is why the man learned the name of his Zanapakuto and reached the level of Bankai. Before all that he was your typical Kenpachi, all about swordplay with no real advantages. He was lethal then, but now he is simply a monster. A creature of the abyss, once said to be sealed in the bottomless pit. Many would argue that such a beast does belong in such a place. But now wasnt the time and place to discuss such things. Izanagi's Spiritual Pressure kept flowing, filling the area with an awkward silence.

Izanagi's crimson eyes soon directed themselves in Yuri's direction. Her every step and every action was monitored. Izanagi would cock his head to the right, still with that wicked grin on his face. Killing intent? Yes, that's what it was, killing intent, and it had grown even more potent over the years. But still it was like child's play for the Commander. His wicked stare projecting his own wicked and vile intent. Since a reversal in actions occurred, one brought on by the mind of Izanagi. His killing intend would aim to overpower Yuri's own. And as a result, his own blade had pierced the woman's throat. Her Zanapakuto would begin to melt, while her very flesh slowly dissolved, turning to ash before her very eyes. This was 'Heller' for them indeed. Yuri would take up her position behind Izanagi. No words were spoken, instead the man clutched his Zanapakuto and brought it closer to his body. "Are ye spying on me, Yuri Kenpachi?". His voice was as strong as ever, though mellow and almost seductive, while holding hints of wickedness in it. The violence that this man was capable was something most would be ashamed. Yuri on the other hand was different, since she too was of a very similar nature. "This place, I find myself constantly drawn to it. Could it be what happened all those years ago? Why do I even bother? I say we share some drink, and in time we shall have a spar for old times sake. What say you, Yuri Kenpachi?". Izanagi was most interested in testing Yuri's abilities. It had been a little while since the Commander had a chance to do so.

He knows of the great things that the woman is capable of. To think she was still so young and yet so powerful. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Izanagi was so interested in her development.

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" You insult me Sotaicho-dono, Spy?"
Yuri had sat down. The killing intent striking her very soul with it's full power. In her mind she could feel the small seared wound on the little cradle between her collar bones. It felt hot and suffocating but there was nothing a drink wouldn't fix. With her right hand easily lifting the giant Clay pot and pouring with a steady hand. All the while she was relaxed. Though her face what might not show it, she bathed in the presence. The killing intent that no other man could form out in such magnitude. That which could pierce her defences was close to an aphrodisiac. A cup just a bit bigger the palm albeit low and wide became a small well of alcohol. The alcohol was something of Yuri's personal selection. Brewed from rice, fermenting its substance till it became a strong smelling liquid. This was a favourite among many, but this particular one was enjoyed by a different class. Those who enjoyed the small things in life. The scent had a subtle hue of an unknown sweet fruit, hiding behind the fumes of the drink. Much like a seductress playfully hiding herself behind Silk curtains. Such was the manner of the drink, the scent was only subtle but clearly there. The kind that made any search for it's full on scent, but clever, always alluding the sniffing nose and never showing itself fully. Such a drink was filled in the cup and such a cup was skilfully thrown towards the captain Commander. He only need stretch his one arm out and catch the drink. Not a single drop would find it's way out of it's well.

Yuri, filled her own cup. She considered drinking from the clay pot itself but not quite yet. They had time and the liquor wasn't going anywhere, nor was there much to begin with. For now she would quench her immediate thirst. "Ganpai" She would say, tilting her glass towards her lips. Of course only after the man had said his part. Drawn to the hill he said. Regret? Some ill forgotten feeling that he wanted to set right? Nostalgia? The odorless presence of a 1000 mens' blood long sucked dry by the very earth they stood upon. She let the small amount of liquid sit in her mouth. It was good stuff. When you actually drank it, the women revealed herself a little more, sending soft cool fingers on your skin but never allowing to touch her, not quite yet. Yuri swallowed the drink. " The sky's still burning, we have time." She would tilt the cup again draining it's content into her mouth.

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