Encounter with the 3rd? kind[o]

[kamuro]

Kamuro Stood in the middle , atop a high bridge that was on the east side of the river. He shook his head gently to the left, flipping his white, long hair out of his eyes so he could get a better view of the sunset. His arms lay on the railings of the bridge, his head extending over it and out into the horizon as he stared at the reflection of the golden brown sun in the river. This scene was very calm and relaxing to him , it was his usual way of taking a break from his duties but if any of his higher ranking squad members found out , he would be in alot of trouble. You see, he wasn't supposed to be here, well currently he wasn't and he was supposed to be resting in the seireitei. But, knowing kamuro he just couldn't live a day without seeing the magnificient sunset on karakura river.

He had sneaked out from the soul society when noone everyone was busy and he had gotten one of his friends to operate the gate to karakura town, thus now he could enjoy the sunset for the 10 minutes that it lasted before returning and getting into a lot of trouble.
He sighed deeply and looked around him, there were people walking about on the bridge and beside the river and none of them could sense his presence, he wasn't technically alive after all. The sun was now barely visible and Kamuro decided to take his leave, but then he remembered his shift in karakura started tomorrow , so why not start early? He now turned his back from the sun and hopped up onto the railing and sat there, his long legs touching the ground completely and wondered what to do next.

[Tou-chan]

Long hazardous hours, his lifetime had never been spent appropriately. He had wasted hour, endless minutes, pursuing those of high status, searching the town for those which should not be. Drag into corners, questioned by police, bullied by thugs, why had nobody every learned, he was normal, they were normal, he was dangerous, they think they are. Of course the dill holes didn't make it further than the alley after trying to make off with their newly acquired cash, congratulations, they won a couple o' hundreds for a few seconds before they found themselves with a new aspect of pain. It may have been slightly excessive, his actions, they might not have children now. But only sickly images came to mind of that man and producing off spring. In utter disgust he couldn't help but send out a spit to some direction, landing unnoticed, untraced. While he strode down the roads, blending with them all, these innocent people living their daily lives. Oblivious to every whom they share space with, the amount of people immersed in horrid deeds, actions, lives.

People could ignore so much, but he always wondered while walking among others, what was their story, who were they, are they good in the overall prospect, or corrupted, brave or broken. But you never learn of these juicy stories that you wish could spill from their lips, such a deep worded thought that had ran from his mind, his paranoia, his loneliness. Had he been lonely, could he be? He had, infact, never felt the needs for human accompany other than to belittle, making connections wasn't part of the "grand scheme". You always needed some sort of conversation though, something that brought about meanings, giving you a point in life, a concept as to what is what.

Great, another wannabe. His eyes had found place at another man, one more, a sword to their hip like it had made home their. Like many others, blades nested at their hips, free for anyone to touch, to question, to use. Would he need to meet more, he always wanted to learn more as to the people throughout the town, swords, so common weren't they, all too common. How fun it'd have been to join a battle, would he live or die? Let's see, fuck nah, he'd win hands down. He snickered and began to weave his own path through the streets, the people in his way, his eyes loosely placed on the man now, looking more into the sunset himself. Nobody would question him, nobody would think him delusional like others.

It was appropriate though, his white shirt now covered in dried mud, and soot, smudges of colors sprinkled on it. His pants were long and baggy, riddles with tears and holes, turned a deep green from too many encounters with grass, fitted with a simple brown belt tightened to the limit to keep the pants around his waist. His feet remained bare however, hidden beneath the end of his jeans, never to be found. But he felt some affection for it, how they were both worn and looked down upon. Left to search for another, another one to take care of them. Which guiltily made him keep them, to make them his own, no matter how worn, how rotted, until they withered away and turned to dust. That's how well he could stick to something, an item with a more personal value than quality.

But he wanted to clean them one day, the smell was slightly poisonous, old fish, dog pee. rat blood, grass, dirt, overused spray, they needed a rescue from this ultimate despair. Something he would do later, thank god he had money. Like the man ahead...wouldn't you need to be wealthy to have such an item? Most people with the blades were quite...unique, maybe they were all part of a cult. But a sword of quality can't be something so cheap as for the average to be buying with no particular reason. So now he approached this man, only with the intention of finding out the contents of his wallet. But for first his hands would slide across the rail of the bridge, slowly pausing as he rested his elbows on the hardened wood and his hands reach up lifting his head as he looked off into the horizon. "How was the nerd convention?"

[kamuro]

Kamuro grew wide as he saw a kid that was about two years younger than him, actually talk to him. At first he thought his ears were decieving him but he reassured him self that this little boy was indeed talking to him as he was right next to kam. He definately felt the boy's reiatsu for this was not an ordinary human, if he could talk to him that meant he could see him, and the only people who could do that were quincy and 'special' humans. He pondered as to which one this boy was , all at the same time analyzing what he just said 'nerd convention' , so this boy didn't[/] know that kamuro was a shinigami for he didn't recognize his apparel and what it signified. Kamuro's tone now changed to amusement, he found it funny that this boy could see and talk to him yet not know who or what [/] he was. He started to contemplate a comeback of his own, he surely wasn't going to take something like that from a child.

"Great" he said , chuckling lightly "Hope you don't mind me asking but...how was the homeless convention? I hope you had fun" he said with a 'kind' grin on his face. If a fight was coming, he could not use kido and reveal what he really was, the boy should know no more about him for it was imperative to keep the soul society a secret from living humans, it was for their own good after all. He now jumped onto the railings, maybe it was time to go home until his shift started tomorrow, if he still part of the gotei 13 , that is.

[Tou-chan]

His gaze flickered over to him for a second, spotting the mans eyes dart towards him in, guess what, shock. Did he really think nobody would approach a man armed with a weapon sitting on the edge of the bridge, how mislead he was. He couldn't see him being left alone, his sword and white hair gave off plenty to notice. How cute, the man actually went to the end of dying his hair white for the geek fest, he must be an annual one. But that wasn't for him to tease, he really wanted to know less of this man every second, he didn't seem creative, active, funny, interesting. But this was just a call from quick observations, but who knew, everyone has some surprise up their sleeves. Especially those weird ones, the ones in cults. What had this man really thought he was gaining by walking with a stick of metal on his hip? They had gun, weapons that shoot fire, yet he strolls about with a katana, it was unquestionable which one was better, which was faster, and which was proved more fatal.

With the squeeze of a finger you could die, while with a sword, accurate aim, speed, strength are put into effect. His fingers made twitching motions as he though of himself with a gun, ending the lives of those glooming black creatures whom are so prone as to traveling this land. But words rung him from his mentally induced distractions. A wide grin spread across his face at the comments, so this guy was more than he appeared. The comment about him being homeless might have deserved a punch, a hard one, but he was entertained, the man could go on. He let out a small laugh, looking the guy with light fascinated eyes. At the moment he reached the guys eyes he felt a little less tempted as to stealing from this specific males pockets.

Through slitted lips he sung his own tunes of sarcasmistic words, "Oh, it was loads. I always try to go for the worst dressed but never get too far. I assume you were trying that out as well?" He whispered, his finger reaching out into his direction. Spotting his body now raised over the side, was he taking absence so soon? That would be a large disappointment. They were just getting to know each other so well, even while the first words to come to mind at the idea of him leaving was pussy and dickless. This was just those foul habits taking over his mentality. As he watched he waited for someone to shout, or chuckle, sneer, complain, as to the man now standing on the railing of the bridge.

Toushiro himself had considered just pulling the mans feet from below him, letting him sink into the watery abyss. His arms wouldn't reach though, they stayed under his jaw, supporting his head as he watched with fascination as to this mans on coming actions. Would they be as good as he wished things to be?

[kamuro]

"a man can only try so hard. But unfortunately , I lost. They said I was more suited for 'best' costume. I'm figuring you won though. correct" He said, this time with a kind grin on his face, he had no intention of fighting this little boy, he didn't want to bully around a 13 year old in front of people that couldn't even see him. First of all it would attract attention to him and second of all it might ruin his life, he could image tomorrow's newspaper head line 'boy gets ass kicked by thin air'. Yep that would not be nice. He was even in a good mood today and he didn't want it to be ruined by a young boy who was about a foot shorter than him, now that was just wrong. He jumped down from the railing and right beside the little boy. He cleared his voice and prepared to speak, somebody needed to show him sympathy and kamuro decided it was going to be him. "now let's set this aside. What is your name?" he said kindly to the boy

[Tou-chan]

The man appeared to go nowhere as his eyes lingered back to Toushiro's, rather vacant and expressionless. He felt like making a cold comment as to the emptiness of his look, but he just didn't find anything particularly funny to comment with, what a horrible day this must be, the mans comment was probably that saddest though. Pardon him, but it seemed quite simple and just didn't feel at all clever, so he ignored it like he does most. As the man had dropped down from the post, while Toushiro only shifted one arm so he could sit their more comfortable with the wood marking into his skin. Marks would be left their, this was a promise, why couldn't things be made of more comfortable materials in this blessed world? His pupils fell to the golden crisp sky as it slowly moved, the sun was already gone, the golden sky the only thing to show the departure of something so powerful. Sunsets were one of the few things nobody hated, they were just too peaceful and soothing.

His focus couldn't be bound forever though, at the golden glow the sun left behind, for the male had more words to spit out. But insults were void, how disappointing. With a simple whim he was to skip over their fun and games going to introductions, how he hated those. Did this man really need to know his name? He already strung through a long list of names, plucking out the ones he liked best. In his childhood he often read through name books, admiring the many names he could have attained if only he had the ability to think and speak at that time.

He had a slight hesitation as for answering, who was this man to ask the name of him? a normal man of course, why couldn't everybody be haunted by paranoia and precaution as he was. It would be no foul to tell him something though, his eyes skimmed the outline of the golden sky as his lips began to take shapes, words forming under them and receding out of his mouth. "Darien, you?" He wasn't fond of giving out names, but this man got the closest to it, his most preferred name. Wether it sounded as pleasant to that man as it did to him was of his own choosing. Tou put on a more vacated calm expression as his eyes lifted over the clouds, tracing the shades of colors in the sky, the stars that weren't visible, that could be there later, how he loved to remember where the stars most often strayed.

But he couldn't help from his eyes darting to him each time his heart let out a beat, it was just an oddly alluring sound hearing the heart of a person beat. But some many steps, clattering of feat, concentration was so difficult he could hardly pick as to whose heart he was really hearing. But it was pleasing enough, as people were already retreating to their homes and soon enough the bundle left would also.

[Tou-chan]

-Just stating now the five days have passed since last contacting you and also sine you last posted, I will say that within two more days i will skip over your character, which isn't helpful at the least for you. Please post soon, if you have a reason you can't post, please tell me via pm.-

[OO]

Kamuro looked analytically at the impatient little boy who stood before him, wondering whether he should state his real name or a fake one, not that it would matter for kamuro thought that they would not meet again after this as per to his plans. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply before opening them back up slowly, his gaze fixed on the little boy's eyes as he said "Kamuro, kamuro umbra. Remember it". He thought he was getting a little arrogant, but he wanted everyone he came across to remember his name for it would add to his upcoming fame.

He then turned around , facing the lake, and gazed upon the slowly fleeting sun as he wondered if he should get going now or not, surely his superior's would get mad if he should stay here any longer than he already had. Even though, he would return to this beatiful world tommorrow for his shift that god knows how long that would take, it seems as if when he was on duty he wanted to be home and that when he was home he wanted to be in this world, it was like a second home to him now since he had spent so much time here analyzing the humans he once was a part of.

He sighed once more before spinning to face the little boy again "This world is so beatiful isn't it, I just wish I could have still lived here...." he stated , forgeting to watch what he revealed to the little boy "Well I must be going now. Till we meet again, goodbye" he said with a kind and gently grin as he now started to muttter something into his headset that was too quiet for the human to hear "hey shin, get me outta here,open it right above the lake and close it as soon as i get in, apparently some humans in this world can see me" he muttered into the headset. He now looked over the bridge and into the lake to see the opening gate , grinning deviously he jumped onto the railing of the bridge and said"see ya kid". Now he would swird around and face the water then jump off of the railings and down toward the lake, one hand positioned on his zanpaktou and the other flailing in the air as he entered the black abbyss of the gate and left for the soul society
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OOC:nice rpin with ya

[Tou-chan]

He gave a rather gruesome glare as the man let out a sigh, was he implying that he was bored, that in-fact this very situation bored him? Dick. He grumbled below his set face, trying to reason himself out of his outrageous thoughts. This man had already earned one punch to the gut, he was adding tallies every moment. This man better have some hell of a stomach. But he put aside the matter, while fresh reruns of him making the guy fall to his knees flickered past his mind he tried extremely hard to pull off a calmed non pissed look. It worked wonders, but that was only before the man began yapping again. So Mr.Dicky was named Kamuro....kamu, kam, kammy, a nickname was oncoming. But the man seemed quite away from this world oddly enough, almost as if he'd slip away with a nice push.

The urge to just ask him about the blade just burned at his throat, it wanted to be thrown out. Let it be heard, but he's such a shy one, never blunt enough to hit them between the eyes. Which he couldn't see as of now, with the man facing away from him n' all. Wait...the guy isn't even looking at him. Scratch that, his hits have now been increased by four. But the mans eyes rested Tou's nerves...The look of longing, the look that said you've lost something that you won't get back again. That is a low blow to this kid, his heart sank like an anchor. Memories bubbles at the surface, he didn't need this shit coming back up.

Fucking hormones, whatever shit was that made him so much more emotional, so much more mature, so much more aware....He could feel his eyes sting, even the thoughts of his longing could bring him to tears. But he wouldn't let people see it, wouldn't let people notice it. He held these tears tightly inside his eyes, showing no weakness in him. He looked quite serious though, fists gripped, shoulders lifted, spine straight. It was a hard job stopping tears, but he had enough practice to delay the inevitable for a minute or two. Finding the mans scalping eyes falling onto him now. Had he caught it, the glimmer of despair that was so easily found?

Apparently not, but he still couldn't help being angry, this man in front of him did it. His numbers just multiplied. But the man still babbled, for himself, just himself. But he was so lost, the man babbled of wishing to be alive, to return...Whatever this man was on he needed to lay off, his mood was slightly fixed, big grins now. But like that the man was speaking of leaving, and before his eyes the man fell from the bridge into the water. Not to resurface as he ran over finding nothing of him or any disturbances bellow. He could only stare into the depth of water, waiting. "You think you miss life, I long death..." he whispered, only to a tone that he could catch and took his leave. Wiping his eyes as he made it for an escape, nobody liked a crying teen male. It was a bad sign, he didn't like being a sign.
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