Tough survival (Bishamon)

Zanshin was looking around, his eyes were falling upon people and stands, there had to be someone that was a bit absent minded, looking away, some way he could steal something from someone, hopefully some food, but money would also be nice enough, as that way he could easily buy something, and even save something for later, what caught his attention first was a stall where the owner was dealing with someone, looked like a dark robe, did not matter much who it was he was talking to, he just wanted the loaf of bread, that was also that mattered to him, but then when he was about to get hold of the bread, something happened...

Going to Rukongai was such a hassle, he hated having to push through crowds of people to get to the place he wanted, the heat just made that more and more frustrating, he disliked the feeling of heat from the sun on his face greatly. It probably wasn't the best of days to leave his hat back in his barracks, that would of been prefect to keep the sun off his face. He almost forgot what he came here for; he was disappointed that he remembered, which meant he had to wander around for a bit longer.

The reason he came here was simply to get some food, and take it back to his barracks, he wasn't a fussy eater, he would eat most things really, so this made shopping for food pretty easy, he would of got some food from inside the walls of the Seireitei, but he didn't like having to pay ridicules prices for something like a loaf of bread, but now he wasn't sure if it was worth it, the quality of the food in this district wasn't going to be great, but regardless he ventured on.

He walked past a few stands, but then found one, which looked safe, or at least sold food that wouldn't poison him if he were to eat it. He grabbed to loafs of bread and a large bottle of milk, he didn't really care for much else, after he paid the man behind the stand, he gave him that look; the one of fear, and the one of anger, people in Rukongai didn't take kindly to shinigami's and Bishamon knew that, he was best to get out of here sooner rather than later.

As he turned around he saw a kid, reaching for a loaf of bread. Ignore it, just go home, you're not on duty, just turn a blind eye, he told himself, but before he realised, already grabbed the kids arm, stopping him from taking the bread. "Didn't your parent tell you not to steal?" He threw an awkward smile at the kid, he then dragged him off to the side; he knew the man behind the stand wouldn't take kindly to a kid stealing his goods. Bishamon had seen it all before, a kid steals something, the man kicks the shit out of them, regardless of their age, "Hey kid, that's a dangerous game you're playing, you know stealing can get you into a lot of trouble, right?" He released the grip on the kids arm.

Zanshin was surprised when his arm was grabbed, he looked up at the man that had taken hold of his arm, he did not look very angry, but who could know about them, Zanshin did not say anything to the man, though he realised who this person was, or rather a small voice reminded him of who it was, it was a shinigami, it was those dangerous people, they would seem like they were not going to do anything, but then they were going to hurt you without any reason at all, and this person had a reason, so it would be much worse.
The fear began spreading on Zanshins face, he had to get away, had to run away, but he did not want to go back empty handed either. Mania decided to run away, he did not want to stay here at all anymore, it did not matter if he was seen anymore, he just had to get away.
As soon as the man released him, Mania stomped on his foot to stun him for a moment, hopefully long enough for him to make some distance between the two of them. He ran past the stand and grabbed the bread then stormed off, hoping to quickly lose anyone who would decide to follow him.
He made his way to a fence wit some boxes, and used the boxes to quickly get over the fence and hopefully lose the pursuers.

He did not even want to think about what would happen if he was caught now, he had attacked a shinigami and stolen, both those things would get him in a hell lot of trouble, he had really done it this time, what if this person did not want to hurt, but then if he did, it was good that he ran away.
Zanshin was torn in his thoughts, the small yells did not make it easier, voices saying all kind of things like "just give up" " keep running you idiot, dont look back he is right behind you" those just being a few of what he could, though those two being the most dominant, like a two political parties was arguing what he should do inside his head.

Now what should he do with this kid, would it really be okay leaving him now, he would probably just try and steal some more stuff, but then again, stealing was quite common here, not because they were bad people, they simply wanted some food, Bishamon sighed, he had no idea what to do, he opened his mouth, about to utter a few words to the boy, but then the little brat stomped on his foot, and took off "Argh" Bishamon grabbed his foot, hopping on one leg, the citizens close, were laughing, which wasn't really a surprise, and the kid made him drop his milk, causing it to smash, he sighed once again. "I hate kids" he then took off after the kid, he threw some change at the man behind the stand, enough to cover the bread, the kid took.

Damn this kid is fast, Bishamon thought, as he was trying to keep up. He jumped over the fence, as the kid did, this was beginning to annoy him, "Hey, I just wanna talk!" He yelled as he continued the pursuit, he 'tsk'd' as the kid showed no signs of slowing down. He used shunpo, to quickly get in front of the kid; he then spun around, to face him. He pointed his finger at the kids legs "Bakudo 16 Shirokku" He didn't think the kid would slow down on his own accord, so Bishamon would force him to stop. "Now, relax, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want a little chat, is that okay?" He tried smiling again, hoping that would help somewhat.

Zanshin just kept running as fast as he could, he had no intentions of stopping just because the Shinigami told him to, he was a thief on the run, and that is when you least wanted to be caught, Zanshin simply had to use his knowledge of the streets to get away, if he remembered corectly there should be a small corridor he could crawl under around here, there is no way that shinigami could follow him there, he was way too big, but before he could use that the shinigami appeared in front of him, and he felt his legs lock together, with it he lost balance and feel backwards.
Zanshin was not sure what to do, he had never faced a shinigami head to head before, he had always avoided for his own safety. The other bandits had so many times warned him of shinigami, and now that he is face to face with one he got really scared, though the shinigami was smiling, maybe he was just thinking of ways he should hurt Zanshin, he began crawling away from the shinigami looking very scared, until he reached a wall and could not get longer away.
Zanshin was thinking of taking out his knife to defend himself, but as it was now, he would not be able to use it properly like this anyway, and his personal skills where not that great with a blade either, so should he really have to use those abilities, he was told if a shinigami saw him use it, then they would most likely take him away to somewhere, cause only shinigami was allowed to learn those abilities.
Zanshin kept pressing his back to the wall, turning slightly away from the shinigami and kept the bread close to himself, he did not want to let go of the bread now, it would be the first decend meal in days, he was not going to hand it over, besides, who cares if a merchant loses a single bread, it is not going to ruin him.

This kid clearly had an issue with shinigami's, he was more scared than most he had met before in Rukongai. Now how to deal with this kid, perhaps just have a normal chat; although, he didn't seem very talkative. He was certainly fond of that bread, he probably hadn't had a proper meal for a while; although, you wouldn't really call bread a proper meal. Bishamon was still curious about this kid however, he was quite fast or just a normal boy, he was faster than Bishamon in fact, if he didn't have shunpo, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to catch up to him before.

Bishamon slowly walked towards the kid, and took a seat on the ground; he wasn't too close to the boy, no need to suffocate the kid. "So kid, what's your name?" His eyes wandered to the bread the kid was holding, he sighed, "You can eat that you know. It's alright, I'll wait" he kept the smile on his face as he talked.

Zanshin was not sure how to react to this, this shinigami was allowing him to keep his bread, but why, and why was he trying to act so friendly, no matter he just had to go along with it for now, he could always try and run again, though this time use one of those abilities to get away, that way there was no way he could catch him before he was already gone to one of the safe spots had in the area.
The large problem was however still with his legs, they were restricted, but maybe he could escape that too, he was weak at least he believed himself to be weak, but it was still worth a try to him.

Zanshin quickly took a bite off the bread, it was pretty dry though, it was not easy to eat it, he quickly gave up on trying to eat it, that was a waste, but that just meant he had to steal some water from someone, his eyes searched on the shinigami, maybe he had some water he could steal before trying to run away again.
But he had to make the shinigami let his guard down, there was no way the shinigami was trusting that he would not attempt another escape now, so he decided to tell one of his many names "Zan" He said shortly, still looking very insecure took his legs in to his body curling into a small ball, kinda out of a defensive reaction even though he knew it would help nothing

Well, it seemed he was making, some progress at least, the kid did utter a word, but it was only a word. Quite a peculiar name, and quite a peculiar child to go with it. He didn't think the kid could get through the bread, on its own it was just like chewing on cardboard. Bishamon didn't really want to stay much longer, he didn't even know why he chased the kid down, it’s not like he was responsible for him. But, he couldn't just leave the kid here, could he?

He shuffled closer to the kid, "So, Zan was it? You have a place to stay around here? Any people that look after you perhaps?" He didn't really have a goal or anything; he just wanted to see if this kid was okay, although, he couldn't help think of spiritual pressure he was emitting. It was faint, but there was definitely some there, what was he. For now though, he would just have a friendly conversation with him, or try to anyway, the kid would probably try and run again, once he was free of the kidou, so Bishamon was weary.

Zan crawled to the side along the wall when the man began moving closer, he did not feel safe with the situation, besides, he could not rely information onto the shinigami, And neiter did he want to tell anyone that he was on his own, and was nothing more then a street kid that stole and robbed on his own accord, though he could lead the shinigami into a trap, no that wasn't right, though the shinigami were not friendly to people in rukongai, this one in particular had not done anything to hurt or threaten him, but what if it was all just a facade and he was going to hurt him as soon as soon as he let his guard down or began trusting the shinigami, so many things was racing his head, and the voices around made it no easier to come up with anything at all.

Mania decided to keep his guard up and keep looking for a way out of the situation "No" he said out cold, even though he had a few hiding places they were not his so to speak, as he simply used them to hide, and find cover for the night, none of them would like if they found out they had someone sleeping i their warehouse or other places.
One of those hideouts was close to here, if he could just get free and land a single hit he should be able to escape from the shinigami.
"why do you care?" Mania said he said in a now cold voice, he seemed a bit less scared now, and his face seemed more angry than scared now, like he changed personalities a little.

Bishamon's mouth hung open, he didn't really know an appropriate response, "Hmm, well, you're a kid, and it's an adults responsibility to make sure kid are alright!" He said with conviction. He then stood up, "Well, I can't just leave you stranded..." He scratched his head. "Yeah, that could work" He muttered, he wasn't sure how the kid would respond, he didn't think he would take it too kindly, as he was more angry than scared right about now. "So, how about, you become a shinigami!" He stated, this kid certainly possessed spiritual pressure, and his speed was formidable, he definitely had the potential.

"You get paid, free food, once you join a squad. Although, it's not that nice" Which was another reason he chose to go out to buy food. "And you'll have a place to stay" He then squatted down, so his eye level was at the same as the kids, he threw a smile, "So, what do you say, Zan?" Now the kid would either, say yes, make a run for it, or possibly attack Bishamon, so he was ready for any of them.

Being an adult, that was why he cared, he didn't look that old to Zan, but appearances could be deceiving after all.
Zan was confused what was up with this person, why could he not just leave him alone, Zan would rather have been left alone then being picked up by a shinigami.
As he said "how about you become a shinigami" The thoughts in his head started racing like never before, he could hear the voices slightly starting to talk again, they had been mostly silent throughout his capture, but now they were in an uproar, but it was not the usual two sided yelling at one another, this time the voices was clearer then over, they were almost impossible to understand, he could only make out slight words like "dont" and Shinigami" he tried to think about what to do himself, but he could literally not hear himself think in that situation.
"Arrgh" Zan screamed out while holding his hands to his head, he tried to calm the voices but there was nothing he could do right now, as his thoughts were blocked off, it things like this that was making his mental state worse "Shut up" He yelled out "I told you shut up already" Mania had to get away more then ever now, he needed someplace safe where he could calm his mind, away from any living being.

Zan was hit by a strong panic, he broke the restraints that had been weakening over time, Zan did not care of this would give him trouble later, he just wanted to get away, and it was now he had to get away.
Quickly Zan got up slightly and placed his hands on the shinigami's chest "push!" hopefully the attack would connect and Zan would get up and run down the alley, hoping to jump over the next fence, and quickly turning the corner to esape trough a small hole in a building, where he would be able to hide for at least a few hours

It didn't seem the kid took too kindly to the idea of becoming a shinigami, the kid obviously was raised by some people who hated shinigami's, probably bandits; as there are a great deal of bandits around, and they usually did try and cause as much trouble for the shinigami's as they could. But there weren't too many around this district. Most of them are in the lower districts, even a fully fledged shinigami would think twice about heading there, this kid must have had it pretty rough if he was raised in such a place, and that could explain the speed of the kid, if he weren't strong he would have wasted away by now.

The kid was beginning to get agitated, Bishamon saw were this could lead, so he stood up. Zan then began shouting. Bishamon's right eyebrow cocked up, he seemed to be odd, to say the least. Zan suddenly shot up, and placed his hand on his chest, a kidou? But how, had this kid already been trained by a shinigami, or somehow found a way to train kidou without assistance from a shinigami. But he couldn't think about that now. Swiping his right arm, he pushed the kids arm to side, avoiding the affect of the spell. His voice got louder "Dangerous game you're playing boy. It's clear you have an issue with the shinigami. So why don't you take it out on me?" He didn't really know what he was thinking, but people usually opened up more when in a battle. Bishamon then planted the bottom of his foot into the kid’s chest, and pushed him back; just to get distance between the two, not so much to hurt him.

Mania did not expect to be pushed aside like that, he stood the shortly with his sight into the ground, he then began letting out out a slight chuckle, he could not think straight anymore, he felt himself lose control over his body, he began searching inside his sleeve "Take it out on you?" it was no longer his quite voice, instead it was a much darker voice, like it was his real voice, or maybe another persons voice, the chuckle began to raise and he began laughing hysterically, before he seemed to calm down a little "what are you hoping to accomplish here, being the hero that saves a poor kid from the streets, by giving him the opportunity to become a shinigami?" Zan's eyes were wide open, starring directly at the shinigami "Is that was this is about, some quest for self satisfaction that you have done something good?" Zan takes out a blade from his sleeve, and pointed it at the Shinigami "You are wasting your time and that of everyone else then, there is no way you can help him" Zan made a slight laugh again "So do you plan to fight me to prove a point or something, or will you simply try and apprehend him, and force him to become a shinigami?"
This shinigami seemed to lack the resolve to attack anybody, atleast that was what "Zan" was hoping, cause with his current body, there was no way he could last very long in a direct battle with him.

It was odd, the kid's emotions kept changing, he was frightened, then he was angry, and now he seemed rather calm. There was obviously something different about Zan, and he seemed quite talkative now, "Well, that wasn't really what I was planning, you just seemed like someone who wouldn't listen to me, if I was just talking" he watched him pull out a small blade; the size was similar to one of Bishamon's own blades. But did he know how to wield it, or had he just picked it up, and used it to scare off a few bandits here and there. "And don't act like I'm at fault, you're the one who pulled out a nasty kidou on me" he stated with a sarcastic tone; even if that didn't happen, the situation would probably be the same as it is now.

"Well, I don't think I can force you to be a shinigami" he then glared at the kid, "But, I suppose I could try..." He took a step forward, but then began laughing. "Relax kid, I'm joking, I can never keep those serious faces on for long. But I suppose a little fight couldn't hurt right?" He took a few steps back; it was true Bishamon didn't really want to fight, but he couldn't think of anything better, he didn't really want to leave the kid on his own, but that wasn't really his call. Bishamon turned around, so he had his back to Zan "It's your call, attack me, or run away!"

Zan took a step back when the shinigami first approached him, the whole situation was getting more trouble by each second, he had nothing to go out from in the battle except the shinigami's somewhat foolish nature, but that was nothing to build a battle plan from, and neither was there anything that he could use in the area to his advantage, he had seen no bandits to agitate against the shinigami, he was drawing blanks, thats when the shinigami gave him the option of fighting or running away.
Running away did really not sit well with him, it was like being a coward he really disliked the idea of being a coward down to the very bottom of his existence, but it could not be helped this time, he would just have to let the kid handle the running away, so it would not hurt his own pride "tsch, you really leave me little choice here, just by the way you turned your back on me I can see that you are still ready to defend yourself against an attack, guess we will meet some other time, so for now bye bye" he hid the dagger back into his sleeve.

Zan got an empty look in his eyes before there came life into them again, his somewhat stable stance broke together, his leg started shaking, and quickly spread to the rest of his body, he took a quick look around before he ran off to get away from the shinigami, he was lucky this shinigami was so peaceful compared to others, but if rumors of him using kido spread, some other shinigami might force him into seretei or something worse, there was no choice but to keep going the same way, and keep his ears open for rumors, and keep avoiding shinigami.
If he was allowed to escape he quickly climbed slided along the ground through and opening in a building to proceed towards his hideout.

Bishamon was surprised that the kid didn't attack; it seemed he hated shinigami's just as much as he feared them, so it was like flipping a coin whether or not he would attack. It turned out the kid had ran away, probably the best choice, although Bishamon was acting confident, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to defend himself or not with his back turned like it was. Bishamon turned around to see the kid manage to go through a building, and continue in that direction. He saw no need to pursue the kid, he had nothing else to say really, and he didn't want to force him into it, despite demonstrating quite a lot of potential. He let out a yawn, and scratched his head; trying to remember what he was doing here in the first place. Quickly snapping back into focus, he picked up what remained of his supplies, and began to walk away.

He told himself he should probably stick to the Seireitei when he's shopping, the likelihood of seeing a strange child was quite slim, so he would probably stay there from now on. Despite the ridicules prices, and annoying people who see the need to talk to you.