A day at the beach. (sal)

Eighty degrees Fahrenheit.... Absolutely sweltering. Why oh why did temperatures have to rise back up after winter... Karakura was a frozen paradise in the winter months, at least to Kyanna anyway. She sighed softly to herself as she recalled the excitement of the previous winter. Plenty of fights, and her little Hado had grown significantly stronger.

The wayward Quincy slipped on her bikini and bolted out the door. If it weren't hot enough outside, the heatsink that was her apartment was worse. Worse considering her blasted AC was out. Sprinting faster and faster, her anticipation to be at the beach grew. After all, she needed to work on her tan.

A mere ten minutes later, she finally arrived. At least a hundred people lined the shore of the popular beach, but it was still relatively nice. She picked out a suitable location and laid herself down on the blistering hot sand without a complaint. In a matter of seconds the area around her chilled, and the sand around her almost seemed to freeze over. Such an aura typically signaled people to stay away, however, she could still notice a few brave men tripping over their genitalia to get a closer look. A wide grin planted itself on the Quincy's features as she whispered quietly to herself.

"Just perfect'.

Being Scottish, Sal didn't like the sun. It burned, it made him sweat and if he weren't dead already he was pretty sure he'd just burst into flames.

Why the hell was he at the beach?

He didn't really know, he'd been at a bar and sort of...woke up here in the morning, wearing a pair of blue and white shorts, pink sun glasses and a crown of plastic flowers with hot six pack of beer down the side of his deck chair, the parasol above providing some form of shade.

Where had his clothes gone? Why was he in Japan? Who was Candy and why did she leave her lipstick on each of his nipples before writing her name and number across his abs? Too many questions for the sobering mind, far too many.

He opened his eyes to see a pair of girls staring at him, his body was muscular, that was a given considering his life style, but what they gazed at were the scars that cross crossed his body. Wounds upon the soul that had transferred onto his Gigai through some obscene metaphysical imprint.

He didn't think too much about it, he simply slid the neon pink sun glasses down his nose and gave them a wink before reaching down the side of the deck chair and grabbing a bottle of Japanese beer and twisting the top off.

He took a slug and grimaced as the warm liquid hit the back of his throat and then gave a shrug, booze was booze and if it kept the hangover away it was all good in his books.

He reclined back and put one arm behind his head as he crossed his legs, whatever had occurred last night it must have been a blast. It had been a very long time since he'd woken up partially naked with a girls number scrawled across his body. Maybe he'd call her later....

"Ladies...are you going to continue to stare?" He asked from behind the seclusion of his tinted shades. "If so, make yourself useful and get me a vodka would ya?"

The Japanese girls giggled and responded in their own tongue before walking down the beach with the occasional back glance.

"Well there goes that plan..." He muttered to himself. Now Sal wasn't a pretty boy, unless you liked the grizzled Clint Eastwood look after a bar fight with the entire membership of the Hells Angels. There was something though...he had to admit it. He just didn't know WHAT that was or he'd have a higher shag count than he did currently.

"Where the fuck is the bar around here?" He asked himself and sat up, looking around. He spotted another European, noticeable because of the pasty white skin and the lathering of sun screen, and called out to the portly chap, his gut hanging over his speedo's. "Oi! Mate, wheres the nearest pub?"

The man responded in German....

"Fuck my life..."

Kyanna laughed lightly as someone seemed to have woken up with an interesting surprise. Better yet, a Scottish drunkard it seemed. She smiled slyly, this would be interesting. Kyanna rose to her feet, brushing off whatever sand managed to stick to her hindquarters. She slowly walked towards the man, the disposition of the women flirting with the Scotsman changed abruptly as they felt the ice. They turned slowly, expecting to see a demon, in the monstrosities stead they gazed upon a white haired goddess. Yup.. Kyanna most certainly had an ego.

She slowly sat next to the rugged man and gazed intently at the lipstick that crossed his chest. She placed a hand on his chest and in moments realized something interesting. The white haired woman pulsed a bit of her Reiryoku through the mans body as she came to the realization he wasn't human. She slid her hand down to the inside of the mans thigh.

"She missed a spot."

The words escaped her lips in a seductive whisper as she winked slyly.