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Post by hidane1 on Feb 19, 2016 8:25:07 GMT
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UNIQUE SOUNDTRACK: From Past to Present
Dim eyes opened on a grey, cracked ceiling, blinking dreams and nightmares out of memory. How long had he been asleep? Sitting up on the stiff, thin mattress set on the floor, the black-haired Visored rubbed his forehead, clearing his jet black hair out of his eyes. It had grown longer in recent months, but he’d grown to like it. The late morning’s sunlight shone through an open window nearby, as he glanced around at what little belongings he had to his name. He’d never needed much to survive, he was aware of this, but it had never occurred to him just how little beyond the necessities he’d kept until he’d gathered it all up and easily moved it. He’d taken up one of the smaller rooms in the recently-abandoned warehouse, and had plenty of room left in it to spare. Taking up a hobby had become an increasingly tempting thought.
It had been a while since he’d spent any time in the warehouse; he’d make the rare visit from time to time after his turning into a Visored, but it was rare when anyone else was actually here when he visited. He imagined the others probably all had lives to lead and such; hanging around with the same people all day every day in this broken down place didn’t sound like a very fun thing to do for an entire century. But now some of the others had returned to Soul Society, reinstated as Captains, should the rumors he’d heard be believed; the others, if not all of them, had moved on to more comfortable places in town, having been pardoned by the Gotei and no longer needing to hide their existence from them. Luckily, whether by choice or by mistake, Hachigen had left his Kido barrier up around the place, making it a perfect hiding spot for any of those whom they had guided through the turning… or any others aiming to seek refuge from the Gotei, for that matter.
It was for this reason that, a mere week ago, Hidane had decided to leave the apartment building that the kind, spiritually-aware old man had been letting him stay at almost free of charge for a more secure place. He needed somewhere more isolated and secure, and he knew he was constantly putting the old man and his other tenants at risk simply by being there. So, he’d gathered up his things, written up a quick note to leave at the front desk, and like a ghost that had never been there in the first place, he was gone. He’d also left his job in Karakura Town; he’d mostly been keeping that up to have a little money to offer the old man for his generosity, and without that need, he had no reason to continue blending into a ‘human’ life. He’d begun to hate the repetitiveness of it, anyway, and it was a hassle to keep his ‘human’ life and his life as a Visored separate anyway. Easier to just disappear and go back to what he was good at. He kept his Gigai though; a night on the town where others could see you wasn’t so bad every once in a while, still.
A soft mew came from under a pile of clothes and sheets in the corner, as a small black figure pushed its way out from under it. Dane-san, the small, cat-like Hollow that a friend of his had named presumably after him on the spot, moved across the room quickly and rubbed up against the groggy Visored’s arm. Patting the cat’s head, Hidane looked to the window and sighed. It had been a week since he’d moved here; he seemed to be correct in his assumption that all the other Visored’s, both the former Gotei officers and those turned more recently, had abandoned this place as home. From what he’d heard, the more recent ones never really made this place home in the first place. Either way, it worked fine for him. Roommates would complicate things; right now it was his own perfect little hiding place.
There was a knock at the front door, and immediately Hidane’s senses went wild; Reiatsu pouring out in all directions, but only enough to sense things. Whoever was at the door was definitely spiritually capable, but nothing special. A situation he could handle in the blink of an eye. It was definitely a Shinigami, but if they wanted trouble, he supposed they wouldn’t be knocking on the door. He spread his sense out further, and found nothing. It wasn’t impossible that a stronger officer was waiting nearby, well-concealed, but it seemed too obvious of a trap. The Visored stood, not bothering to dress himself in more than the tattered white shirt and faded black shorts he’d fallen asleep in, and wandered toward out of his room and towards the front door. Dane-san hid behind the colorful couch set in the middle of the main room. Hidane opened the door, just enough that nobody could slip in or out easily, but enough to see the Shinigami clearly.
He was certainly right about it being a Shinigami; classic uniform and everything, right down to the straw hat that some soldiers sent to the world of the living were assigned. No badges, banners, or signs of any official position in the Gotei. Just a lackey.
“I’m not interested,” Hidane said, coldly and quickly, but didn’t close the door. He wanted to see the Shinigami’s reaction. There almost was none.
“I’m not here to kill you.” Well, that was a first. In his time in exile, Hidane had encountered several Shinigami that, while not directly sent to hunt him, did either know of him or found out what he was and tried to ‘deal’ with him; none of them ended well for the Shinigami. He never killed them, but he certainly didn’t let them leave without a lesson. Some lessons were more painful than others. There was also the time a Shinigami had come knocking on his door, trying to recruit him for some hopeless rescue mission to get that bastard Aizen out of prison in the Seireitei; Hidane had, appropriately, immediately cut the poor fool’s Soul Sleep and confiscated his Zanpakuto.
“Didn’t say you were, and don’t care,” Hidane responded equally coldly. While he couldn’t say he didn’t have time for this, he had no interest at all in it.
“I am here as an envoy of the Koga clan,” the Shinigami said. Ah, so that was it. This guy was one of their plants; as far-reaching as the upper echelon of the Gotei were, there were plenty of ‘soldiers’ there as spies or representatives of citizens of the Rukongai; this was just as true for slum gangs and organizations as it was for noble families. This guy was just a lackey of the hell that he’d escaped so long ago by joining the Gotei 13 in the first place. “I searched the records and any related material to your disappearance and figured this was the only place I would be likely to find you. You are Hidane Asuka Koga, correct? You match the description.” Hidane stared at the Shinigami for a moment. Young, but not incredibly so. He’d been in the Gotei long enough that he’d picked up a lot of the mannerisms, but apparently not long enough to wise up and cut off his connections to the clan.
“If you’re here on behalf of those assholes, I am indescribably more uninterested.” Hidane stated flatly. “Goodbye.” He moved to close the door, but the Shinigami pushed his foot in, catching the door just before it closed too much.
“We know that this is last minute, and your circumstances are not exactly appropriate for the occasion, but Chieftain Ooboshi has requested your presence in the compound... today.” the Shinigami continued. This, at least, earned the Shinigami a confused look from the Visored. Chieftain Ooboshi? The only Ooboshi Hidane knew of from his time in the clan was an old man with a soul far too pure for that cesspool of a place. He must’ve been talking about his grandson, who was equally as hopelessly idealistic against his savage, immoral peers. He figured the kid would be of a decent age now, but he couldn’t imagine the kid keeping his hopeless pacifistic outlook on life.
“So, somehow Ooboshi managed to become the top dog, eh? I’d say I wonder how that happened, but I really don’t care. You do realize I haven’t come back to visit the clan since the moment I was recruited into the Gotei 13, right? I’m not a plant like you, and I have no interest in putting my neck on the line going back to Soul Society now.” He opened the door further, convinced the Shinigami wouldn’t dare push forward. “Now if you’ve said your piece, feel free to leave at any time.”
“It’s about Rizu.”
It was as if his heart stopped. The one thing that could have ever possibly pulled Hidane’s interest back to this clan, and this lackey brought it up. No doubt Ooboshi sent the guy knowing that bringing up Rika would spark his interest, possibly even enough to bring him back. No, definitely enough to bring him back. It could be a trap; for all he knew the clan could’ve been paid off for political immunity for some amount of time if they drew him in to be captured and executed. It would be easy enough, mentioning her name.
But what did he care? If it was a trap, it was a trap. If he was captured and killed, so be it. He wasn’t living for much at the moment anyway. He’d made several friends since his exile, but they all seemed to die or disappear with time. He’d just cut off ties with any humans in his casual ‘human’ life, and Dane-san certainly wasn’t relying too heavily on him since the little Hollow’s injuries had healed up. So, if this business was somehow about Rika, it was by default the most important thing Hidane had to do.
“Goodbye.” He closed the door. It was going to be a long day, he could tell; he went to the small closet in his room and began rummaging through piles of clothes, mostly modern clothes he’d gathered since his exile, but buried deep underneath were his old Shinigami robes. He took them out, and put them on. It felt… strange, but if he was going to be infiltrating Soul Society, even in as minor a fashion as this, he was going to need to blend in as much as possible visually.