[CB] Faust (open)

The city of Karakura was a hot bed of activity. It was the most spiritually active place in the world. The shinigami that patrolled the area was hard pressed from keeping the many incidents happening among such beings secret. So many humans lived their lives ignorant of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Monstrous beast waiting to tear them limb from limb or beings that survived by sucking out their souls. Every day the hidden forces battled it out for supremacy only for neither to gain the upper hand. A bitter sweet stalemate. In the end both sides waited for something to tip the scales in their favor. The night fell over the city, but as the people began to head home and sleep others became active. The fighting was to start again and those humans wouldn't know that once more their fates were being decided.

A construction site

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There area was dark, but flashes of light could be seen dancing through abandoned grounds. No one ever came to this place. People said it was cursed, there had been three deaths since it was closed down. It was to be the site of a new apartment complex, but the budget was lost due to a embezzlement scandal. Now it's was just a monument of failure in the already underpopulated neighborhood. While the people thought little of the curse, they still were wary of the place. This night strange sounds could be heard from the area. With the high fence surrounding the place it was hard to tell what could be going on. Anyone with a minute amount of spiritual sense could detect the aura of two entities.

It was Tariasha's turn on patrol in Karakura town again, it always seemed like he was patrolling this area lately, was it just a turn of bad luck that he was picked everytime? Tariasha walked down the streets, searching for something more than just people rushing down the streets before the rain that was due to come sometime in the night began. The streets were emptying, the only light was that from the street lamps; which guided Tariasha along his way on his patrol. 'Hmph, boring, boring, boring' he had muttered to himself, it seemed like there was nothing heading over to Karakura tonight; which seemed very unusual.

He suddenly felt two auras of reiatsu coming from what would be north of him. Tariasha bounded off to find what these two were, could they be hollow? He secretly hoped so, this would become a nice night for hunting hollows if it was. As he round the next corner he turned into what seemed an abandoned construction site, the fence was high for a human, but to a shinigami who could bound over the top it was nothing. He jumped over the fence; slowly and cautiously he drew his Zanpakuto and advanced into the construction site, staying close to the buildings and staying out of the obvious open spots where his prey could see him.

OOC: I do apologize I got caught up in various "activities" As such I put more effort in checking for errors and spelling. As well as increased the length of the overall post.

The area on the other side of the fence wasn't much to look at. The ground work for the buildings were the first thing anyone saw. It was like observing the corpse of enormous creatures after the many predators had picked it clean of meat. Instead of bones there was only steel. Mortar and bricks littered the site as if everyone had dropped what they were doing that day the projected ended and simply went home. Or the place's appearance could be attributed to the neglect it had seen. The weather and other elements had probably taken their toll as well. As Tariashia landed it kicked up a cloud of dust and dirt. When the cloud settled it could be seen that he was not the last person to disturb the earth. There were telltale signs that others had come this way before. In the poor lighting it was hard to tell when. Perhaps some used the area as a short cut to their homes despite their better judgement. Or they were the footsteps of those that had come to his place and died. There were also numerous animal tracks and leavings. Along with the humans venturing into the site animals seemed to have braved the cursed region without much hesitation.

The clouds had come to cover the sky denying Tariashia even the light from the stars to guide him. The web of supports and half finished buildings lay before him. At best there were two to three stories high. Four walls without a roof a simple structure without a purpose. Towards the center of the area the two signals of spiritual power had yet to move. They seemed to be inside one of the taller incomplete buildings. A flicker of light darted into view and vanished just as quickly through one of the windows on the second floor. Sounds drifted on the wind, but their meaning lost with the distance. One of the spiritual signals flared and the other did the same. The wind picked up again and the a dull roar filled the area. The signals slowly decreased in intensity, but only back to their original levels. Within minutes the clouds parted just enough to light the ground. There was a sound, but once more the wind destroyed any chance of decoding or detecting it's origin. In the distance siren wailed away. The ground rumbled faintly beneath Tariashia's feet. The vibration visibly shook the buildings. If there had been glass in the windows it was possible that they might have been broken. The tremor ceased and everything was silent once more as the clouds once more dominated the sky casting the constructions site back into darkness.

Tariasha had already slain many hollows, and another couple seemed like nothing to him, if this had been a hollow around here then it must have been already slain because for this place to be this abandoned the hollow must have already evaded many other patrolling Shinigami; but then again that was just a thought. The ground quaked and became quite unstable. The darkness had not permitted Tariasha to see clearly, the clouds prevented him from using the moon and the stars to help him; he was at a total disadvantage. The roars from whatever was lurking among the shadows of the buildings were not distinct and he could not tell whether it was a hollow or anything else, but he had to take his chances that it may be a hollow.The auras flared as if to taunt Tariasha, or was it to just lead him into what seemed to be their lair. This whole situation would be better if he had a partner had been with him, but he knew that partners were only supplied in your first lot of patrols, and Tariasha was way beyond that. They were directly in front of him, in the larger and unfinished buildings; he knew that going in them was a bad idea, but they didn't seem like they were going to move, he ventured into the dark buildings with his zanpakuto drawn, and on his lips he was ready to utter his known kido.

He entered the building, the wind around him howled, blocking of most of what he could hear; Tariasha jumped at every corner he turned, just in case anything was around the corner, he wanted to be ready and was determined not to be caught off guard.

As the lone shinigami approached the half finished structure one of the signals vanished. The other signal that had been accompanying it diminished significantly. Upon entering the building proper Tariasha was engulfed in darkness. There was no electricity to light the unfinished hallways and corridors. Only the dim light from outside was there to light his way. Unfortunately the cloudy sky was already reducing that my a large margin. There was only shadow and silence as he breached the threshold. From the entrance there was a hall way with door-less rooms on either side. Each doorway was portal into a pit of blackness. If his eyes adjusted to the fairly non-existent light he would see all the rooms were unfurnished. All of the flooring was cold solid stone and the ceilings had no tiles. In some of the areas wires hung down where they had stopped in their installation of the electrical system. There were holes in the wall where socket or phone plugs were meant to be placed. A large tubing hung from one spot where they had stopped in the installation of the ventilation system.

As Tariasha delved deeper into the shadow labyrinth he could hear sounds coming from the floor above. Footsteps, or just the sounds of the building settling? Whispering? Or the just the wind blowing through the supposedly
unused structure? The spiritual signal that he that he felt didn't seem to be coming from that direction. In truth it seemed as if it was coming from below. Suddenly the whole building shook as if an earthquake had struck. Dirt and dust fell down from the ceiling, but half finished building held firm. It would seem the construction crew had done a good job in the respect.

Tariasha crept down the half-finished building, wires were covering most of the doorways; they seemed to look like moss hanging off of the edge of a cave entrance. The whole building began to shake briefly then stopped again, it had been like before only this time it was like he was at the focus, he wanted to reach the epicentre of the quakes and stop whatever it was; it was endangering not only his life but also to its own. One of the Auras had disappeared a while back, did one aura take out the other, or were they allied and decided that since Tariasha was on his own then only on of them should have him as their prey; it didn't matter anyway, it just meant one less creature for Tariahsa to slay. He moved silently, or as silently as possible along the the dark corridors, the noises from above him made him very suspicious, but the aura was below him. He couldn't quite figure out how it was below him, seeing as though he was on ground level, and this was a building site, there may not be any stairs down yet, nevertheless he persisted on looking for stairs.. The corridors smelt of old, not the old your would smell of an elderly person in their home, but the dusty and decrepit smell of a tomb, Tariasha knew that there had been some accidents here where not only humans, but animals had also died, possibly hollows feasting on the many that wandered in and around the building site.

The most bothering thing was that the aura was felt still below him, it reminded him that there could be an ambush from underneath, so this would be his preffered spot to look for the reiatsu's producer. He wandered the empty hallways; entering every room which was unfurnished and looked like everything had been ripped out of the walls. Using his logic stairs leading down tend to be nearer the front or towards where the elevators 'should' be. He tried to trace his steps backwards to where he could have a little sense of directions, but it was useless the building was like a labyrinth. The closest to the front he could get was a large room, where the ceiling was high. He scanned the darkened room for any signs pointing towards the stairs or to see if the stairs themselves were in the room.

The large room Tariasha found himself in was probably meant to be a lobby or a gathering room of sorts. It seemed to at like a junction to the many hallways. At the same time there were only windows against the far wall, but no where else. The shadows covering the high ceiling made it feel like the room stretched on forever. The doorways behind Tariasha lead into another hallway, but he had yet to transverse the other end. There was a double spaced doorway opposite the windowed wall. Just as he spied this new portal something in the room shifted. The unmistakeable rustling of clothing. What was first inaudible quickly became coherent speech. Two figures came through the opposite side of the room and headed for the large entryway.
"Damn man, we're late." one of them said. "We're going to get our asses handed to us."
"It's your fault we could have been early if you hadn't stopped for a fucking snack." The other one retorted With all the darkness and shadow it was hard to discern which of the two were talking. At the same time it was hard to tell anything else about the two figures. What they were wearing or what they looked like was unknown. The only fact that could be taken was that they were male or at least had deep enough voices to pass for male. Suddenly one of the two stopped.
"Hey do you feel that?" the stationary figure said as his head shifted to Tariasha's direction.
"No." Came the others reply "Let's go already! Let's get down there before we really get in trouble." They both exited leaving Tariasha to the shifting shadows.

The large lobby was pitch black which meant that Tariasha could not seem more than a few feet in front f him; it was daunting. All of a sudden two figures burst through the hallway running and talking to each other. It seemed to Tariasha that he had appeared at the right place at the right moment for a first time, the two 'male' figures ran off after their small conversation and had left through the big doors. There was a small tension when one of them said that he could feel something, was it the aura protruding through the floor? or was it Tariasha he was feeling?; it didn't matter as the other one expelled the thought of another aura and they ran off. One of them had said 'Lets get down there' possibly meaning that the two would be going to stairs that led downwards, he decided he would follow the two men, but staying a little back as he had some idea that they could feel reiatsu. Thinking about it as he stalked the two men at first appearance they didn't seem to be smart, mire like boneheads, and were probably foot soldiers of the aura's master. He wondered what the consequences of them being late was, and whether it would be life threatening to them. Was he over thinking it? maybe they were just a couple of ordinary humans that had started a gang, and were having a meeting in a place where not even the authorities would dare to come.

With the shinigami in tow the two men navigated the dark hallways with ease. This alone was proof they had been here before. Their pace was faster than a walk, but slower than a run as the shifted around the hanging wires and low pipes as they went deeper. Suddenly the tunnel got wider and wider and started to incline downwards. Oddly enough there was strange glow along the walls. A fluorescent paint of some sort was on the wall.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here

Was in large letters in front of them. The tunnel turned once after that and then again after a few moments. There were no more words, but there were arrows that pointed in the direction they traveled. There was no were else to go, so to the arrows seemed redundant. Still they did serve as a light source for the darkened pathway. They were silent for most of their trip. The only sounds they made were their foot steps on the hard concrete. As they went further they started to fidget more and more. A light could be seen just around the corner as the two emerged into the light they tried their best to straighten up. The spiritual pressure that had pulsating had suddenly stopped. Around the corner was an electric lantern sitting on the floor. The corridor ended, but there was a door. Standing in front of the door was a single man. The two laid eyes on him, but couldn't help but tremble. He stood just below 6ft tall almost as wide as the door. His hair was in a bright green mo-hawk and he wore no shirt showing of his well toned muscles. A spiked dog's collar was wrapped about his neck. The man's right arm was covered in tattoos of various animals and symbols. Across his chest the word "Cerberus"
"What the hell are you doing here?" the big man grunted and the two young men swallowed hard.
"N, no_nothing." One of them stammered looking to his friend for support. His buddy was sweating profusely. "We're here for the meeting." he said finally. The big man growled like the beast named on his pectorals. Both of the men inched backwards. Their lives weren't in danger in any way. Instead the man moved away from the door letting them pass. There were the sounds of chanting as the door opened.


Beyond the door was a half finished parking garage. It would seem that it had built as part of the buildings above. Although forgotten by the public others had found a use for it. And that use was shocking to say the least. What had sounded like chanting was over twenty men and women shouting in unison. They stood in karate stances punching and kicking all at the same time. The wide open area had painstakingly been converted into a dojo of some sort. While some practiced their forms another set of people punched sandbags. There were people lifting weights and still more people engaged in other strengthening exercises.

Tariasha had now gotten used to the idea of the dark, his eyes had fully adjusted to the many corridors small details had started to become clearer. The fluorescent warnings meant nothing to him, only empty threats. The large man had stopped the young men briefly then let out a grunting noise as he let them through, then shut the door behind them afterwards. The man was larger, even larger than Tariahsa was, and he had counted himself as a sort of largish man. The light of the lamp reflected cleanly off of the man, giving Tariasha prefect sight of the man's muscular form. The only way for him to get through would be to walk past the man, hopefully he couldn't sense spirits, if so Tariasha would just announce that he was here for the meeting. The dojo was large, there were many people practicing different martial arts, the main obviously being karate. There was a mixture of belts around the half-finished garage. It didn't seem like there was anything sinister going on in here, just a bunch of people practicing their martial arts; it then hit him, what about the reiatsu he had felt? It couldn't be any ordinary human, if so they would have to be of immense power. His eyes followed the two young men who he had seen before and as they sifted trough the crowds of people it had become increasingly harder to see them. The only way that he would get to his final location would be to follow them. He walked along the outsides of the garage so that he wouldn't have to walk through the crowds.

The crowd of people parted as the new arrivals made their way to the other side of the makeshift training center. The fact everyone noticed them made the duo even more nervous. They had wanted to sneak in, but it seemed that was impossible now. Suddenly their path was completely blocked off by a group of six people. Upon seeing them the two youngster's eyes bulged in their sockets. Being so intent on the group they hadn't noticed that everyone else had grown quiet. All the people around them had stopped exercising and was now looking in their direction. The six people consisted of five men of various heights and a rather short young lady. Although they were all dressed differently they all had a aura about them. Something that seemed to put them apart from the rest. All of them kept their gazes fixed on the two tardy men. The rest of those present had formed a large circle around those gathered. Since he was following the young men Tariahsa was inside of this circle.

"You're late." One of the taller men said and the boys trembled. "This isn't the first time either."
"W-well you see... We had trouble getting here. The buses ran late." one of the young men stammered. He looked to his friend for support and the man only nodded.
"It's bad enough you're late, and now you lie about it?" a voice from behind the group spoke out. Those around parted to let the speaker through. A rather young man almost the same age as the two offenders emerged. "I thought I taught you better than that."

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He ruffled his blonde hair and clicked his tongue. The silence was deafening. One could hear a fly burp. He smiled but it didn't have any mirth behind it. "I promised all that followed me, I would give you power." He opened his hands wide indicating the underground area. "Have I not done so?" All around him were fit and strong looking people.
"Yes, Kensei." Spoke the six behind the young man. There were people still sweating from exercise that nodded their heads in agreement.
"This is a school for those few willing to work hard. " More nods and from those around him. Kensei sighed and tapped his index against his lips as he looked at the two other men. "I guess as your teacher if falls on me to discipline you." The six that stood behind Kensei spread out around evenly around the circle. Kensei swung his arm at one of the men. There was no time for the young man to dodge, but he held up his hand defensively. There was nothing in the blonde man's hands. He was about to say something and a gurgle came out instead. As he reached up to his throat his hands fell off at the forearm. A look of absolute shock was on his friend's face while his own turned to horror. His buddy could only look as a crimson line grew upon the other man's neck. Blood gushed from the stumps and the unfortunate man's neck. No words came out of his mouth as he stared at his own lifeblood leave his body. Less than a second latter he fell to the ground in the red pool at his feet.
Tears streamed down his friend's face as his witnessed his last moments. He sobbed like a baby as Kensei set his eyes on him, the young man fell to his knees pleading for his life. As he did so his former friend's blood soaked into his pants.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, I'll try harder!" he cried.
"I'll let you live only if you kill him." Kensei spoke and pointed at one of the six standing in the circle. The man's sobbing ceased as he turned to look at the target. The man was slightly taller than he was and well built. He doubted he could fight such a man. In the end he was going to die, but not by Kensei's hands. It didn't matter what he did he was going to die this day. Trying his best to stifle his tears he turned around to face his opponent.
"Not him." the blonde man quickly corrected. He pointed again this time directly at Tariasha. "Kill him." The young man looked utterly confused. Kensei sighed as he walked over to the perplexed youth "Nevermind." he tapped the boy in the chest. A very low gasp escaped his lips before a spot of red grew on his shirt. The young boy whimpered and fell to his knees clutching his chest. Finally he fell forward and lay still. Kensei looked at the second fallen body and shrugged. "So." he said dusting his hands off and looking at the shinigami "Whatever will we do with you?"

The two men and Tariasha had entered a circle. This could be bad, very bad, especially if someone could sense him, there was no way he could take on this many people. The six stepped forward, obviously the elites and the two youths stopped in their tracks. Tariasha witnessed as the young man that they called Kensei scolded and then slaughtered the innocent young men, it seemed punctuality meant a lot. When Kensei had killed the men, there had been no visible weapon ,yet he had killed them by touching them. It was impossible. No; he knew very well that nothing was impossible, but the young man had achieved a great amount of pwer, but it couldn't be just from physical strength; there was something that gave Tariasha the feeling that this young man emitted the strange reiatsu that he had felt. He turned to Tariasha "Whatever will we do with you?".

Tariasha knew that this guy was powerful, and to meet him his first impression had to be good; just like the impression Kensei had left him, just not as sinister. 'Tell me, Kensei. How many of your lackeys here can see me?' Tariasha took a couple of steps closer to Kensei, he wanted to show himself off as strong, this would let Kensei know that it wasn't just some amateur he was dealing with. Although Tariasha still had not unlocked a shikai, it didn't mean that he couldn't complete some tasks that others could, thanks to several hours of training he had learnt the hardest kidou that was available to him; that should prove himself to be hard working. 'I see that your not really shocked to see me as such, tell me, what was that move you used back there on those helpless humans? I must admit it looked kind of interesting. And you mentioned all that followed you would receive power am i correct? because i know that's something that i desire.' Tariasha wanted to take this politically, if a fight were to break out between Tariasha and Kensei, it could well be the end of his life. he was hoping that he didn't make a wrong move, because he sensed that other here could sense him, and even if they couldn't Kensei could just order a mosh pit around where he was, there was no fighting it, this problem had to be dealt head on.

"Rather chatty for a trespasser?" Kensei said while looking over his shoulder. "I here I was hoping you would beg for your life. The blonde boy kicked the body of the dead youth. There was a crimson stain on his back that mirrored the one that had suddenly appeared on his chest. "Can we do something about this mess?" He said quite annoyed. With a snap of his fingers two men broke into the circle and grabbed the limp body. One man grabbed the arms the other grabbed him by the legs. Together they hefted the man off the ground. The crowd parted to let them through with their cargo. Droplets of blood hit the ground as they moved him across cold stone. A second set of men rushed forth and grabbed the second body. This was rather messy work as the blood was everywhere. Rather than grab him by the arms the first man was forced to pick him up by the armpits. His hands almost slipped with the blood, but he dried them on the dead man's clothes. In seconds they had carried the body away. Kensei looked at the pool of blood that remained along with the severed hands. The second group hand walked through the puddle and left a trail similar to the first group. One mess was cleaned up, but there was now another mess to deal with. Kensei merely sighed and let the matter drop.


"So why are you here?" Kensei asked shifting his focus back to the shinigami before him. "You wish to learn from me?"
"Kensei." Spoke one of the six, a young man with dark hair and wearing shades.. "We should just get rid of him. There's no reason to let him live."
"I agree." said another man to his right who stood a head taller than Kensei. The man's brown hair hung past over his shoulders. "Such a person could only be trouble." Kensei cocked his head left than right as he considered their words.

Tariasha watched as the men fumbled around to carry the dead youths. Clumsy; that was the only word that had really popped into his mind when he watched them. 'Indeed I wish to learn from you, your power greatly exceeding my own, it would only be wise for me to want to learn from you'. Tariasha shot a look at the two men that spoke against him, it was a look that you could only give to someone that you really despised, already knowing that they would also be a problem. 'I can see why you might not want to train me, I'm the trespasser that nobody knows.' He smirked 'Here let me prove myself to you, name me the challenge and I shall complete the task that you lay down before me'. It was a gamble, If he asked Tariasha to fight someone then he may win, if it was one of the elites, there was more a chance of him losing. Suddenly it became a gamble, his life was now at risk, if he won then he would be under some training from someone that may easily take on a captain, if he lost ... then he would no longer exist; but it was a gamble he was willing to take. A memory would always come back to him, it was why he joined the shinigami academy, the young girl who was being beaten by a group of boys, she was helpless and Tariahsa stood up to defend her; he himself also being beaten but nonetheless helping the girl escape. Justice, it was justice that made him want to be get better.

'Come on then, give me your challenge' A smile spread across his face, he was ready to challenge anything that came at him.

The two men received Tariasha's glare and didn't flinch. His anger was further proof of their decision to have the man killed. A shinigami was not to be trusted. The problem was that Kensei was hard to convince. When he put his mind to things no matter how bad, he did it. At times he seemed to be a genius where none could predict his movements and others he was like a child; fickle and stubborn. They could only hope to get through to him now.
"Kensei, if you allow him here everything we've worked for would come undone." Spoke the man with shades. "There's no way he won't betray us." He pleaded with the younger looking man, but when he saw the grin on Kensei's face he knew it would all be for naught. He groaned as the blonde man rubbed his chin as if considering Tariasha's offer. In truth he had already made up his mind. A proper challenge.

Kensei waved his hand to dismiss those gathered. Those outside of the six were quick to follow that command and went back to their various workouts. Everyone moved far away from Kensei and Tariasha that they had some measure of privacy except for those six that encircled them.
"I'm inclined to agree with my men here. We should kill you." The brown hair man nodded and his hand started to glow red. Kensei raised his hand stopping the fighter from stepping forward. "But your eyes have that hunger. I've seen it before those that beast that eat the flesh of others. If determined to learn, I will teach you. But first you will have to show your conviction." Those around Kensei hung onto his every word they didn't know what this man was thinking, nor could they guess where this conversation was going.
"To show your loyalty I only ask you kill someone." Kensei drew up close to Tariasha. "Can you do that shinigami? Can you slay a human you are meant to protect?"

"Can you do that shinigami? Can you slay a human you are meant to protect?". It was the ultimate question for him, instantly he knew that he shouldn't do it, think about the wife and the kids of the person who he would slaughter, they were innocent and from what he knew had done nothing wrong; on the other hand they were all low life scum who were the reason he had to protect, they were the threat. He surveyed the room looking for a person who he disliked the most. The room was filled with many people mostly men, there were a couple of women. One woman walked past a water distributor and was wolf whistled at; that was it, that was one thing that made him furious; when men took advantage of women it was the worst, she may have liked the wolf whistle but he didn't it was not something you should do, it was wrong. She clearly didn't like it her head was hung down all she wanted was to get a drink, but she was now harassed by these fools. He strode over to the man who was leaning against a wall, pulling his zanpakuto from the sheath and buried it into the mans chest cavity, pinning him against the wall; he quickly took it out and wiped the blood on the dead mans clothes. 'You douche there no point in saying don't ever do that, because you will have no chance to do that again' Justice had been served.

He turned to Kensei, he knew there would be some smirk or smile across his face. 'So am I in?'

No sooner had Tariasha removed his blade from the man's chest that some that stood around Kensei took action. There was soft popping noise as they vanished from there they had been standing to appear in front of the shinigami. The dark haired man wearing shades had drew a short metal rod from his right pocket. He swiftly equipped a similar item with his left hand. With a flick of his wrists the the small rods extended themselves. They were actually batons. In less than a second a soft green light bubbled up the length of the 2 foot weapons. The energy consolidated into grapefruit sized orbs on the tips of the weapons. This made them now look like a pair of maces. He stood in front of Tariasha brandishing his weapons at ready to strike.
The brown haired man appeared to the left of the shinigami his open palm facing the Tariasha's head. There looked to be a fireball floating inches from his hand. A look of disdain covered his face as he looked man before him. A third person had joined the two men that had little love for the shinigami, but rather than mount an attack he instead knelled down beside the man that had been wounded. The red haired man removed his hands from his pockets. He held his hand flat and jabbed it into the man's chest. The fingers tore the man's clothing and sunk into the downed man's flesh. Oddly enough there was no blood from this strike. The red haired man removed his hand and stood up. As he did the other man jerked into a sitting position. He wildly clutched his chest where the sword had struck him. His torn shirt was bloodied, but there was no would where Tariasha had run him through.

"Time for you to die, fool." The man with the fireball said as the orb started to swirl growling as it grew in intensity. The heat came off the ball in waves making the whole area feel several degrees hotter than they were seconds ago.
"Hold, Fugo." Kensei said barely containing his laughter. The fireball in Fugo's hand slowed then finally vanished in a He tried his best to keep the grin from his face and wiped the tears from his eye. "Well you can kill, but that's now what I had in mind. What's the point of killing a tadpole? " The blonde looked at his two subordinates and frowned. The other man had yet to lower his glowing weapon. "Let's call it a night for now, too much tension." he began to dig into his pockets, but finally gave up. His face brightened as he looked at the pool of blood near his feet. Squatting down he dipped his index finger in the still warm liquid. Kensei wrote out a phone number in the and looked up to smile at Tariasha.
"Call me in 3 days and I'll give you the details." He did his best to shake the remainder of the blood off his finger. "Should you succeed you'll get what you seek." Fugo looked at Tariasha spat in disgust. He didn't like the shinigami nor would any amount of killing make him trust him. But Kensei wouldn't allow him to kill him, so he could only hope the challenge would do the job for him.