A Rogue Encounter (Bishamon, Junko, DarkMaster)

Shioshi sighed as he waited for his friend, his hand resting on his Zanpakutou as he leaned back against the brick building, a gas station out in the countryside. There were several humans there, but as he was in his Spiritual Form, he wasn't worried. No human could see him, so there was no reason to hide. Bishamon Saitou was the one he waited for, as they were both on a mission in the Real World, sent to take care of a small roaming group of Hollow not that far from their current location. They'd taken a break here, but he'd lost sight of Bishamon, and so he waited for him to return, as he would eventually have to. He didn't care where his friend was, he just cared that if he didn't get back soon, they'd have another full night of searching on their hands.

He suddenly sensed something, and close by as well. Once he concentrated, he could tell that it was a Hollow, so, since he had nothing better to do while he waited for Bishamon's return, he moved off to take care of the creature. He ran quickly, heading out into a field right behind the gas station. He drew his Zanpakutou as he moved, moving straight towards the Hollow. He came into sight of the thing, and nodded as he saw that it really was a Hollow. Using the element of surprise, he struck first, coming in from behind and slashing the Hollow across the back, giving it a large gash. The Hollow's blood sprayed, but Shioshi wiped it from himself and then struck again, stabbing his Zanpakutou deep into the Hollow's chest, not too far off from its hole. The thing spun and lashed out at Shioshi, but he dodged the attack and then rolled forward, his Zanpakutou coming up and digging deep into the Hollow's skull, shattering its mask as he did.

"Just goes to show the difference between Shinigami and Hollow," he muttered, and then he withdrew his blade, allowing the Hollow to disintegrate in the odd way they did. He spun and sheathed his Zanpakutou, shaking his head and then taking off back in the direction of the gas station. Then he sensed something else, though, although it wasn't Hollow. Raising an eye, he turned and headed off in a different direction to investigate. He had no idea just how much trouble he was about to get into to, trouble he would surely emerge from wounded...

Bishamon stepped out of the gas station; he was reading a few headlines on the local papers, even though he didn't really care too much, it was interesting to see just what was going on in the world of the living and how much had changed since he was alive. He scanned around for Shioshi, where the hell has he run off too? Bishamon suddenly felt a presence of a hollow he turned to the direction it was coming from, but as soon as it appeared it was gone, "that idiot, if he gets hurt, i'm going to get in trouble for it" Bishamon slowly dragged his feet towards Shioshi, the sun was beating down like an oven, he whipped the sweat from his forehead and placed his hand on Shioshi's back "don't run off like that you idiot" he then gave him a light bop on the head.

He took a seat in the long thick grass and lay down in it, it felt nice, comfortable, as though he was lying on a bed, "why don't we just relax for a bit" his eyes slowely started to close, and then he felt some spiritual pressure, and quickly sat up, another hollow? No, a shinigami? He stood up, there's more than one, what are another pair of shinigami's doing here? Where they assigned the same mission? What is going on? There was an uneasy feel about these two that Bishamon couldn't shake "stay on your guard Shioshi."

Junko was travelling with her increasingly annoying friend. Annoying because he has morals, and Junko has very few. The honorable bastard won't even let her steal a fraking coat.

So she was standing in her Spiritual Form, in the middle of nowhere, and radiating Spiritual Pressure, Mainly to keep her hot. They were coming up on a gas station, which she would probably end up hitchhiking in the back seat as a spirit.

Well, that at least COULD work. But as she approached the gas station, she spotted a felt abit, of shinigami spiritual pressure. But she didn't register it, and honestly didn't care, at least it would be semi interesting.

As her 17 year old self walked down the road, the boots high on her legs, the skirt short, and her curvature returning to adult proportions. She felt good, if hungry and thristy, sore and tired counted as good...

Tatsuya traveled alongside his companion in the small town. The air was a bit frigid, but nothing Tatsuya couldn't deal with. Though had it been a bit colder, he would probably use his spiritual pressure to stay warm, just as his scantily clad friend was doing. He would have advised against using her spiritual pressure just to stay warm, but because he refused to steal, he was left with no other choice. As he approached the gas station he felt the presence of two shinigami headed their direction. "Damn it. I don't think they know about us, but I'd rather not chance it." He looked down at Junko with a look that discouraged confrontation. He didn't wait for any type of acknowledgement before walking off between some small buildings. "Bakudo no 19 - Energy fade" He chanted to conceal his presence. He stayed in the shadow of the buildings and looked back towards Junko. He was about to call out for Junko to follow him, but it was too late as the two other shinigami were about to arrive. He quietly waited in the shadows to provide support for Junko if she needed it.

Shioshi moved quickly, now running in the direction of what he could now clearly tell were Shinigami by feeling their Reiatsu. He didn't see why he had to stay on his toes if they were Soul Reapers like him and Bishamon, but as Bishamon was the leader of the two man mission, he had to obey, and so he kept a wary mind as he approached. He felt one of the Reiatsu signatures blink out, but thought nothing of it, for the one that had drawn him over here was still blazing like the sun, compared to any of the humans in this sleepy little town. He saw her a few moments later, heading towards them as well, although at a more leisurely pace. Her skirt was certainly short, which wasn't all that odd nowadays in the world of the living, although it was odd when it was the dead of winter, and the temperature was at the very least freezing.

Her boots came up high on her legs, and her shirt was nothing remarkable, nothing to mark her apart from a human. It was the same with her entire outfit. However, the amount of Reiatsu she was emitting was certainly not human, and Shioshi was certain it matched a Shinigami's. She was certainly an odd Shinigami, though! Shioshi immediately felt uneasy, though, as the young woman walked towards him and Bishamon, so he drew his Zanpakutou. He kept its tip to the ground, though, not wanting to make any threatening movements besides being ready, just in case this turned into a fight, which he suddenly had the feeling that it would. He glanced Bishamon's way for a moment, and then turned to face the young woman once more. "Hello, fellow Shinigami. Why do you wear such strange clothing, and not your uniform? And may I ask of you your name?" he called, hoping to end the uncomfortable silence as the woman approached them, and they approached her.

The young woman approached them, Bishamon started to feel the strong spiritual pressure coming from this woman, this isn't good, the fact that she isn't in her uniform led him to believe she was rouge, that or she just felt like not wearing it; however there was an uneasy feel about her. Bishamon looked over to Shioshi and watched him draw his blade, he then quickly realised that the other presence was gone. This doesn't make any sense did she kill the other guy?! Bishamon convinced himself she was a rouge shinigami; he had never seen one before, but he had a strong feeling and Bishamon wasn't one to risk it. He looked over to Shioshi "sheath your blade where leav..." before he could finish Shioshi already was calling out to the shinigami, his face now was an urgent one, he placed his hands near his zanpakuto's just in case; not drawing them, he didn't want to give her a reason to attack, but with Shioshi blade already drew that might give her reason enough to attack.

Junko smiled, her armor did look like clothing, but it was nothing of the sort, the metal mesh of her boots was a nice touch, But the hard and shiny metal of her greaves were behind her back. Her broadsword dangled at her side, clearly her normal Zanpaktou.

Seeing pair emerge from around the corner, and seeing one draw his pathetic little Zanpaktou at the sight of her approaching. One clearly suspected her of being an enemy, his body language suggested it at least, and the other one perhaps was eager to fight.

Junko really wanted to oblige them. She returned her Reiatsu to a normal level, and smiled at the pair...

"Abit premptive for a rogue like me, of course, Being as you are so weak, i can understand the caution. "

Junko drew her zanpaktou, overly slowly, her leisure in the fight these two might bring apparent.

Her eyes flashed in challenge, and she drew a line on the road, a swift cut of her blade against the concrete rend a gash in it.

"Fight or Flight, Decide or Die..."

Tatsuya kept a watchful eye on Junko as the two shinigami came into view. It didn't take long for the younger looking shinigami to unsheathe his zanpakuto. Tatsuya however, was more worried about Junko's reaction. "Let it be Junko. He's just uneasy." He thought as the older one was about order their withdrawal but stop mid-sentence and moved his hand closer to his own zanpakuto. Junko soon followed by unsheathing her own zanpakuto and handed them an ultimatum. "Damn it Junko. Being dead is the prefect cover and you have to lead on a fight that will surely alert the Gotei 13." He placed a hand on his zanpakuto, but did not intend to fight unless absolutely necessary. He hoped they would take Junko's warning and leave.

An ultimatum?! Shioshi gripped his Zanpakutou harder, feeling the strength of this woman through his Reiatsu. Her own Zanpakutou, a rather large one, hung from her hip. Fight or flight, a very common choice to be sure when you were a Shinigami. However, the fact he'd been so blatantly threatened certainly ticked him off. As the rogue, as that was obviously what she was, slashed at the ground and actually cut through it, his eyes widened, but he didn't move to sheath his Zanpakutou or to raise it. He eyed Bishamon, and whispered, "Shut your eyes."
He then looked at the rogue once more, just to make sure of his plan. Then he began chanting, quietly and under his breath, so that only he and Bishamon could hear what he was saying. "Bakudo No. 5, Senko!" he cried at the end of the chant.

As soon as the flash exploded to, and his eyes were unaffected as the caster of the Bakudo, he dashed towards the rogue, blade coming forward in a series of carefully placed feints, a common starting maneuver of his. He then ducked down and slashed upwards in an arcing attack, meant to take the woman across the stomach, while he prepared shoot back up and continue into the next part of his combination. He could only hope that Bishamon had already recovered and was about to come over to his aid, because otherwise, he was sure he wouldn't be able to have the slightest chance of victory. He tried to think over the few known rogues he had learned of, but none matched the description of this woman. With a growl, he focused completely on his attack, pushing the other thing to the back of his mind for future reference.

Bishamon watched the rouge draw a line in the ground with her rather large zanpakuto. Bishamon moved his hands away from his sheathed zanpakuto's, i don't think she will attack us if we try and get away, he let out a sigh of relief, and gave a innocent smile, it would of been a dangerous battle, probably one that they would sustain serious injuries or worse, he rubbed the back of his head "ok well we are going to go then" his words clashed with Shioshi's so he couldn't hear what he said, he was about to turn around, until a blinding light emitted from Shioshi, Bishamon took the full force of it, he couldn't see a thing, he rubbed his eyes violently, "Shioshi you idiot! Stop!" But it was too late he could see a figure closing in on the female shinigami.

Bishamon continued to rub his eyes, he could only see a few blurs, but he had to join in the fight now, or Shioshi would be cut down without much trouble. Bishamon then quickly used shunpo to catch up to Shioshi he then quickly grabbed him on the back of his collar and dragged him back to where they were previously standing. "We can't just rush in like that! This isn't a spar, she will kill you without a second thought, we need to strategise if we want a hope in hell of defeating her, wait for her to attack first, there is two of us so it will be easier to counter, ok got it?" He knew a fight couldn't be avoided now. Bishamon drew his zanpakuto's and stood in wait for the woman to attack.

Junko had delivered her ultimatium, and as much as she didn't want to, she would stick to her word. They had chosen fight, she would give them one.

The fridged winds rushed through the air as the wizened shinigami caught up to his ally, stopping him nearly a meter from the line dragging him back to their previous position.

As her eyes recovered. She decided that their stupidity of stopping and conferring was worthy of punishment. If death was nessicary. So be it. She could not be discovered so easily.

As the wizened shinigami was talking to his companion, she acted. Shunpo'ing once, an experienced step that landed her directly behind the shunpo user. she moved, her fridged armor cracking in the sudden movement, Her blade didn't move, she opted for a ranged approach, murmuring to conceal her kido use, so it was not recognized.

"Hado 17 Smite" is the kido she used, the words coming from her lips in a low tone and fashion, making them practially inaudiable.

Then the kido shot, the violet octogon flying at both the shinigami...

Sure it wasn't enough to kill them, if they managed to survive it...

The die had been cast. "You should have ran away, Young Shinigami." He watched the younger shinigami charge forward as the light around them brightened. Tatsuya sighed in relief as the older one stopped the other mid way through, but alas, it was already too late. They had taunted Junko and now they would pay the price for their grave mistake. The fact that the older shinigami stopped the younger one made all the difference. They lost their only chance to come out victorious. Tatsuya waited in the shadows, not wanting to interfere unless absolutely necessary.

Shioshi's eyes widened as the Rogue suddenly Shunpoed behind Bishamon. He could only see her lips moving and then the sudden flare of Reiatsu as she spoke more loudly the last words. He grabbed Bishamon by the front of the shirt and then shoved him to the ground before diving out of the way himself. The octagonal Hado shot over his head, and as soon as it was past him, he came back to his feet with a snarl. He came forward with his Zanpakutou drawn, weapon spinning, and brought his blade forward in series of stabs to keep the Rogue away. "Bishamon, you idiot! We had the element of surprise, and now it's gone!" he growled, although he knew that the fact that he'd instigated violence was also a factor. He shoved the emotion out and allow his calm to take him completely.

He finally ended the barrage of stabs and actually began a real attack. Shioshi snapped his arm back and then brought his Zanpakutou up, around the head, and then in a slash at the Rogue's neck while also bringing his fist forward in an attempt to stagger the enemy. At the same time as he did these two things, he kicked at the Rogue's legs, trying to trip her up as well. With all three of these attacks coming at his opponent, he had no idea what kind of retaliation he'd receive, as he had obviously not seen even a fraction of the Shinigami's skill yet. He determined that his first goal would be to find out just how skilled his enemy was, and what the extent of her Reiatsu-based abilities truly were. He eyed Bishamon as he went through his maneuvers, to be able to see just what his friend would do when he entered the fight.

Bishamon was about to leap out of the way of the octagonal block, before Shioshi pushed him down onto the ground, the block just missed him, he quickly got back to his feet, there was no point shouting at Shioshi anymore, he wouldn't listen "Damn it." Bishamon watched Shioshi attack's, well looks like i will be the one getting hit if i jump into that so... Bishamon ran behind the female shinigami, and pointed his hand at her "Bakudo 1! Sai!"

Hopefully that will give Shioshi an opening to finish her, if we draw this battle out, she will most likely kill us, he then got into a stance and waited, hoping that Shioshi could finish her off with a single blow, but this was wishful he knew it would take more than that to defeat her.

"He'll never hit her with such slow attacks." He easily made out the younger shinigami's rudimentary techniques. Tatsuya was proud that Junko was not being as ruthless as she wanted to be. During his attack he knew what she could have done. "Sai? It might have worked if she wasn't on the alert." His eyes narrowed on Junko as she rolled out of the way, wondering if the young shinigami knew what was coming. Those shinigami truly had no solid battle strategy. More than likely those two had rarely worked together when fighting. One attacks without hesitation and one that forgets to consider the location of the other. Their outcome looked less flattering by the minute. Tatsuya wondered how long Junko would continue to toy with them. "She is still playing with you, better leave before she gets annoyed." He thought as he watched the smile cross Junko's face.

Shioshi was taken by surprise when the Rogue suddenly went out to the side, and then was even more startled when Bishamon's Bakudo struck him. His eyes widened as his arms flew behind him and then seemed to lock themselves in place. Concentrating, he focused a large amount of Reiatsu into shattering the Bakudo. He succeeded, but the effect of using so much Reiatsu at once was instantaneous. He was already breathing heavily. He eyed Bishamon with a hint of annoyance, but knew that technically, it wasn't his fault. Muttering, he searched inside of himself and shut his eyes, allowing calm to sweep away his other emotions threatening to overwhelm and then disrupt his combat skill. His eyes opened with a look of intense focus in them.

"Bishamon, I think it's best to stay up close against her. If I can keep her pressured, I think I may be able to match her in skill with the blade, but everywhere else, I'm sure she'll have me beaten," he said, speaking quietly so that only his friend could hear him. He then turned towards the Rogue and began to spin his Zanpakutou, getting into the rythym of combat and then tuning himself to match it. He came forward at the Rogue, now completely focused on effective combat instead of going into simple, testing strikes. His blade came in from the left in a sweeping slash, which Shioshi purposely allowed to miss. Then, Shioshi came forward a step, closing the distance while suddenly reversing the momentum of his Zanpakutou, bringing it back in from the left now with another slash.

Bishamon kept his eyes on the rouge shinigami; the display of skill she used to evade Shioshi attack, and his bakudo, was proof enough how strong she was. He wasn't paying full attention to what Shioshi was saying, but pretty much gathered what he said "so we haven't really got a plan then?" He looked over to Shioshi, he was about to tell him a plan that might actually have a chance of working, but it was going to be tricky to say the least.

He opened his mouth, but his words where stopped as he watched Shioshi dash towards the rouge, damn it, we are never going to win by just rushing in, but he didn't have another option at the time, if both of them attacked at the same time it wasn't impossible for them to end this. With a sly smirk Bishamon also dashed towards the rouge and as Shioshi was about to slash the female shinigami, Bishamon leapt into the air his whole body was above Shioshi's head; so he wouldn't get in his way, he held his blades high, and as he got closer to the shinigami he brought both of his swords down, perfectly parallel aiming for each of the enemies shoulder with each blade.

Junko held her smirk on her face as she engaged that young shinigami, she jumped backward, preparing to reverse her momentum and smash her own Zanpaktou into his own. She did so, Her strength was matched with his, and her heavier sword carried momentum into his Katana.

However the shadow that appeared in her vision signaled the end of her smirk, her face set defiantly in determination.

The daggers collided with her shoulders, but the armor absorbed the blow. What it failed to absorb was that tall bastard's weight. Junko fell backward from the man's weight. Her sword was still in her left hand, and she reassured herself with it. And closed her eyes for a moment.

And fell...

She hit the ground, trying to keep her head from hitting the ground. She said, opening her eyes, "Hado 1 Sho!" With her hand facing where a Man would be laying if he fell on her. The kido should have blown him off her...

"Decided to stay close, I see." Tatsuya wondered if it would work as the younger shinigami kept Junko occupied while the other leapt into the air above him. As the attack from the older shinigami connected and Junko started to fall back, Tatsuya knew the time for observing was over. He knew at this point Junko was done playing and would more than likely kill them and he could not allow for that. Knowing the two shinigami would be too focused on their current objective, Tatsuya released the kidou he had cast on himself earlier. Luckily Junko had kept their attention in the opposite direction of where he had positioned himself. He then immediately flash stepped to behind the younger shinigami and threw a powerful right punch at the back of the younger shinigami's head, intending to knock him out with his head sized fist.

Shioshi grinned as they finally managed to push the Rogue back, but then his grin turned to a look of apprehension as he saw a flare of anger in her features. He never saw the fist coming. With a sudden cry of pain, he flew to the side, crashing into one of the many Gas Machines. Gas spewed into the air, and he struggled to stay conscious. His eyes fell upon the man who had struck him, and he could only stay conscious long enough to see the massive mountain of a man. He then threw Bishamon an apologetic look before entering a painful slumber. He had been completely defeated. He hadn't realized his foolishness until it was too late. His last thoughts before he blacked out were of himself taking a few lessons from Bishamon on patience.

Bishamon eyes lit up as the rouge fell, he prepared for a finishing blow, maybe we can do this! His hopes where short lived as the rouge used a kidou, Hado 1 thrust, Bishamon flew back, his frustration on his face was obvious; that was a good chance to end this, but it couldn't be helped, at least Shioshi still had a chance to end this. His eyes quickly widened in shock, there was a huge man standing behind Shioshi, "Shioshi, look out!" His warning was too late, as the man’s huge fist crashed into the back of Shioshi's head, Bishamon watched him fly off, crashing into a few gas machines.

Bishamon landed, and jumped back to further the distance, was this the other spiritual pressure from before?, he stared at his two opponents, he knew both of them where stronger than him, so there was only one thing to do, he lowered his guard, and then took a breath, "by any chance would you let me get my friend, and then leave?" This was a very hopeful question, but the fact that the big guy used his fist rather than his sword, did give him a glimmer of hope.

Junko got up slowly. Tatsuya seemed to want into the fun.

"Hey! These two were mine!" she exclaimed half heartedly, not really caring that he had intervened.

However, she managed to remain composed... and she surveyed the area. Gasoline was leaking on the ground. If she had lost her temper and started setting fire to things, she would have certainly killed them all, and likely herself as well.

But that still was in realm of possiblity. Junko decided to answer the young Shinigami, "I'm afraid we can't let you live. No matter what my compatriot thinks, you simply know too much now, which is as i admit, my fault." She resumed a relaxed fighting position, her face grim, she would take no pleasure in this...

"That's enough. He want's to leave so let him, besides he doesn't know who we are. Not too mention this whole thing started because of you." Tatsuya flash stepped between the shinigami and Junko, giving them both one side of him, with his sword resting in the shinigami's direction. "It's time to go, there is no point staying here much longer." Tatsuya looked at Junko, wanting her to sheath her sword. "Why don't you go steal a jacket or something. You look cold." He stated in hopes to distract Junko from her current objective. "Now leave." He looked at the shinigami.

Bishamon let out a sigh of relief as the big guy separated the two, it was quite clear that the female shinigami, had every intention of killing him and Shioshi, so Bishamon didn't want to stick around to find out weather or not she would listen to her comrade, so Bishamon quickly sheathed his blades and made his way over to Shioshi unconscious body and picked up Shioshi's blade and placed it in his sheath, and then put himself under his arm, and stood him up "it's going to be alright, buddy" he then used shunpo to get away as fast as possible, he lost a great deal of speed, as he was carrying Shioshi, but hopefully the rogue shinigami's wouldn't follow them, damn, i need to get him checked, fast, hopefully he's just knocked out, nothing more.