Why Me?! (Arturo 2nd Battle)

[Gouriki]

"Dammit, why me... GODDAMMIT!"

He dropped to the ground looking to the sky, his eyes wading and watching through the dark scales of stars and very little patience for anything that had to do with normal life, he scratched his head, taking a breath before closing his eyes, simply making himself tired of this little game. He tapped his forehead and began to contemplate many things.

Two days have passed since the battle against his battle against the second Hollow, who during a broadcast towards the entire world made Gouriki seem unbearably crazy, having not been able to rest due to his parents constant tormenting (though he deserves this) and a band of people coming to him and calling him crazy. He sat up, taking another breath before releasing air from his lips.

He had to go somewhere, anywhere to be alone, Gouriki couldn't take it anymore, he was so sick and tired of all this abuse, which happened ever since his battle with the sick bastard of a creature, it would seem that all Hollow's were, including the first exceptionally strong Hollow he had ever fought. "Yeah, I can't forget him... still have a score to settle." His hands came against a tree, looking to the ground before stomping his foot.

Before long Gouriki was not happy, he was intensely angry at the fact he could not get over the hump of becoming everyone else stepping stone, making him lose his own balance to gain middle ground. He breathed deeply, closed his eyes and then opened them to the sort of possibilities that he had to improve upon.

"I gotta get better at hiding this, no one can actually see the monsters, so I need to become more stealthy, lead them somewhere from crowds."

The more he talked to himself the more he calmed down, relaxing and taking deep breaths. "Hm..." He began to strangely feel something, something abnormal within the air, something strange. "This feeling, I know it... no it couldn't be..." After an hour of being alone at night, he finally knew what it was, it was someone he knew he'd be facing again. The man, who beat him, and the only man who was considered his rival, a man who was not a man at all.

"Arturo..."

[Shinzu]

“The pain. It has at last subsided.” Thought the creature to himself as he walked cautiously forwards. All around him stood unfamiliar and unsettling scenery, nothing less than a tunnel of darkness encasing the disorienting pathway which seemed to be made up of a torrent of twisting reiatsu, equally as black as the surroundings. Such was Garganta, one of the rare few pathways one must take to reach the human realm.

Though such an uneasy journey with not a drop of light to guide the way could be considered akin to torment, Arturo on the other hand had long since grown accustom to this pitch black world. After all, not relying or Garganta of all things would simply make survival more troublesome then it has to be. Regardless, the demon had other matters to worry about. Such being the urge, or instinct rather that had been drawing him to Karakura town.

Upon hitting the location in question the hollow dug both his arms into the empty air, stretching it outward in order to rip a hole and form the portals mouth. Immediately Arturo was greeted by a cold breeze and the darkness of the night sky, so far making the human realm not so different from the Garganta he had just escaped from. The only difference was life. Though such a space in dimensions would naturally be void of organic life forms the realm of the humans on the other hand seemed to be abundant of it. However meaningless their existences are.

As Arturo made contact with the rough textured ground there would be no usual thud or quake. No, this time he did not possess a large enough mass to do so. Instead, all that would form would be a small gust of wind, strong enough to cause the rubbish littering the town square to be blown backwards. The area appeared to be desolate, with no signs of civilians or even spiritual creatures in the area, all aside from one in particular.

The creature in question appeared to be human, or at least that’s how much Arturo could tell by reading his spiritual pressure. Though holding a slight flare of familiarity, the human appeared to be a slight distance away and not showing any immediate signs of approaching, at least for now anyway. Whatever his or her intentions, the demonic figure felt the strong need to greet this human, the cause of which being Arturo’s instincts which were almost screaming at him. Surely he had met this human before, but when and how still remained a mystery.

Assuming the human would be drawn to Arturo’s reiatsu, he immediately proceeded by releasing it, causing the air in the surrounding area to vibrate strongly. All around the creature tiny specs of rocks and dust began to rise, glass shatter and large metallic monuments dent under the immense pressure. Such was the strength of a Adjuchas, a presence in which only other beings of a similar calibre could withstand.

At this point Arturo’s humanoid figure had been disguised by the whirling tempest of debris circling around, twisting and coiling over his body like a serpent. All that could be made out were a pair of cold yellow eyes, motionless and steady. No longer were they the eyes of a hunter, calm and collect, always scanning the horizon out of caution. No, these blood thirsty eyes were nothing more than that of a predator, only ever looking forwards until they would lock with the one he would kill.

“Find me. Human. And I shall engrave fear onto your very essence.”