Under The Sun [O]

[Yamato.]

“Meh.” Soregara Sousuke said, walking down the halls of Karakura High School. The last bell was about to ring, and his teacher had let him out of school early. He had the vague suspicion he could get away with whatever the hell he wanted, in the school. The teachers all felt bad for him, with both of his parents disappearing. The normal people thought that his parents died in a freak accident. They might as well have, for all the contact he got with them. They were both permanently stationed far, far away, performing the sacred duties of Quincy and Shinigami. Keeping the world safe from rogues and Hollows, and all that jazz.

That didn't mean he had to like it, though. After six months, he was getting used to living on his own, but he was finding that paying bills sucked. So did cooking your own meals. Even if his strange new abilities made cooking a literal blast, he wasn't nearly the master chef that his father used to be. He sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets. He missed his parents, as much as he hated to say it. He wasn't an emotional sort of guy, and he definitely wasn't the kind of guy who would show it, but he definitely missed them. It had all been way to sudden.

“I would have been leaving for university in a year anyway.” He said to himself, shrugging. Above him, a clear ringing tone signalled the end of the school day, and many students just like him filled out into the hallway, filling the room. They wore school uniforms, much like he did. He hated wearing the school uniform. The belt was just way too uncomfortable for him, as was the tie and collar. He hated anything he had to wear that felt so restrictive on him. He shifted, passing through the front doors of the school.

The sun outside was shining brightly. He breathed in, feeling the radiance bathe him. Something about his new power seemed to resonate with the sun, drawing strength from it. It was strange, but made sense, in a way. The sun, after all, was the greatest source of fire in existence. He flexed his fingers, wondering about the gloves that he called out, seemingly making them appear from nowhere. He was having the strangest feelings of things, just out of the corner of his eye, ever since his father and he had fought that creature... A Hollow, it was called. Life, quite frankly, was getting stranger and stranger....

[Kiyoshi]

Etori commonly traveled this area, finding the living patterns of normal humans to be fascinating and hoping to link his own human past to a pattern of it's own. Surely something within the lives of these people would be reminiscent of the Hollow's past, there had to be a trace of his existence somewhere within the world.

The strange, long hours sitting and being told about different subjects on every week day, this was obviously a place for young humans to be taught at. They also all wore the same thing, the only common link between all of the young humans was the school so it must be why they all wore them. Yet none of this was already known before figuring it out, it was told to Etori that Hollows retain raw information about their past life and yet he knew none of this; did he simply never go to school or was he unable to remember as much as other Hollows?

Either way, connecting himself to humans through nearly ritualistic researching helped Etori feel human himself and quell the mindless Hollow that most Hollows dealt with intensely. It would only be then that Etori would feel something as he scurried out of the open school front door, a presence other than just a simple human's. Jumping quickly into the bushes, peeking through the branches, he would look for the source; it was that one! That human was the source of the spiritual pressure. He wondered who he was and why he was different, such was a strange condition that Etori had been faced with before only to be attacked on sight.

[Yamato.]

There it was again; the feeling, as though something was scratching at the edges of his mind, looking for a way to burst into his skull. He shook his head, looking away from the skies and around him. It was intense, a burning sensation that felt nothing like the comforting flame of his father or his own innate power. He focused his mind, trying to get rid of it. It was the same prickling sensation as when he had been attacked by that Hollow. It was as though all of his cells were fighting to get away from where he was.

He narrowed his eyes, looking around him. He couldn't tell what on earth it was that would make him feel this way. He wanted to get rid of that feeling inside him that made him feel as though he was about to be attacked. Could it be another Hollow? He didn't know how his father 'sensed' spiritual pressure. Takuya had only felt it when it was crushing enough to interfere with his breathing. Aside from that, he had no idea how to focus on the strange feelings. He looked around, trying to see if he could spot something that would set off his mind like this.

“I know you're out there!” He said loudly, looking around him, as the rest of his schoolmates shuffled past him and into the street, looking at him oddly. He ignored them as they left. He would feel foolish if there was really no one around him, but he had the strangest feeling inside, a kind of shivering power that only seemed to come from creatures that had long since died and been buried. Hollows, Shinigami, and the like, all of them seemed to be completely unique to them. He looked around him warily, awaiting a response.

[Kiyoshi]

Etori would watch the human as he didn't notice his presence for a moment, moving around as though he simply belonged there. Was this strange human simply that? Human? No, there had to be a reason his spiritual pressure felt different, why they could see Hollows and Shinigami when others can't.

“I know you're out there!” ! The human could tell the small Hollow was there, Etori was forced to make several assumptions at once in order to make a decision. First, the other humans nearby reacted to this one's movement; he was human for all accounts other than being able to see things. Another thing was a lack of direction even though a clear sense of aggression could be seen, obviously the human lacked the ability to focus on reiatsu.

Since speaking at this point would likely be as effective as getting a head start running since Etori knew he could escape a human such as this, he decided to talk to it. "H-hello," He would step slowly out of the bushes, being a good 7 or so meters from the target. "I'm n-not an enemy. I was j-just looking around..." He would then wait for a reply, hoping for one of those ever-so-rare non-aggressive events...

[Kiyoshi]

(OOC: Way too much IIC)

And then Etori ran away!

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