Breathing down one's neck [Pvt]

Once more she was out on her walk strolling down the streets of Karakura minding her own, when suddenly she felt the presence of another hollow. She wasn't quite sure why, but whenever she stepped outside there seemed to be one somewhere close by. Of course she could probably just ignore it and be one her way, but her last few encounters with these things usually allowed to meet people who made for somewhat interesting company, whether it be good or bad.

She stood where she was for but a moment considering just ignoring the feel of the hollow and continuing on her way, but something in her gut feeling told her going towards could make for a pretty interesting evening. So without further ado she turned in the direction which her head was facing and began walking. From what she could feel, the hollow wasn't a particularly strong one, so she wasn't worried about befalling some cruel fate, but one could never be too careful.

She stretched her reiatsu senses as far as she could hoping that she'd pick up on the creature she herself was hunting before it picked up on her. As she walked however she found something that was truly even more interesting in some ways. She sensed what seemed to be a legitimate human with spiritual powers and it was close. She stood for another moment thinking, should she continue following her path to the hollow or go see this mysterious human.

A wind blew, causing her hair to flow in the direction she sensed the human from. "The human then," she said before walking off to her right, as if some sort of sign from God had been given to her. She didn't have to walk far to find the human. A man wearing a gas mask standing with his head against a lamp post and doing... nothing but that.

"Um, excuse me, are you alright?" She called from a distance not quite trusting the strange man she'd just come across. Though it was also possible that he himself could've been prey to the hollows attack as it didn't seem to be too far away from their current location.

As she spoke up to the odd an with his head against the pole, she noted that he had turned his head to look at her. This is when she realized he was wearing a gas mask, why? She didn't know as far as she knew the air was clean, there was no poison or pollutants in the atmosphere. The next thing that caught her attention was his sudden flex of reiatsu as it surged from his being. She could tell that he was close in strength to her, and he seemed violent. Hikari's eyes narrowed as she readied herself for battle, but instead the sound of tires screeching dragged her attention from the masked man now walking across the road to her.

She turned her head in time to see the vehicle trying to stop, but it was too late as it ran into... a murder of crows? Where did all these birds come from and why were they surrounding, or better yet, protecting this man. The loud crash would surely bring attention to the site and then Hikari would probably be questioned, this was something she didn't need, but it seemed that the other male didn't really care. In fact he was studying the vehicle that had just hit him head on.

Did this man have no sense of self preservation? No sense of urgency or what an emergency or unnecessary trouble was? "Hey, you!" she called to the human. "You with the gas mask, let's go before the cops show up or this will be more of a hassle than it's really worth." She could already hear the sirens in the distance. Great someone had already called them, which means they had probably been spotted. Though really it didn't affect Hikari that much. She only witnessed the accident, it wasn't like she was involved or anything. It was just, that it would be hard to explain how a bunch of crows protected one man and left him unscathed, while the one trapped in metal chassis ended up dead from the collision. She still didn't understand herself. She knew he had spiritual powers, that much was obvious, but they were still just regular crows were they not?

"Look, follow me if you don't want to go to prison ok." With that she ran across the road, pass the man studying the car tapping him on his shoulder as she did so to drag his attention away from the vehicle and onto her in hopes of him actually following. She could hear the sirens closing in and she'd rather be gone before they actually showed up and a crowd appeared. 

She needn't look behind her to tell that the human was following, she could feel his reiatsu trailing behind her. Good he didn't seem too complicated, at first she had thought he was going to be more trouble than he was worth. Well, technically he already was seeing as they wouldn't be in this situation had he just looked across the road like a normal person. Hell if he hadn't been so aggressive in the first place.

She turned when she heard him speak up, introducing himself as Mikhail. He was an odd one, that was for sure. "Well Mikhail, nice to meet you, my name is Hikari."

She moved quickly, putting more distance between them and the accident. Cutting through back alleys and such, she didn't want to take the chance of being out on the main road just quite yet. Once she felt they were far enough away, she slowed her pace, not even seeming to have broken a sweat despite how fast she had run and the distance they had travelled. Some might think her an olympic athlete should they have saw her.

"So do you wanna explain what happened back there." she said looking over her shoulder back at the human. She still didn't get what his reasoning in that situation was at all. Why he flared up, or why did he just step out into the middle of the road without so much as taking a glance around.

Hikari stared at him with a blank look while he did the same to her. Was she speaking some foreign language? Was he deaf? Maybe this guy really was more trouble than he was worth. Eventually he spoke up, but what left his lips was neither Japanese nor English, it was Russian. Russian? The words he said after were merely mimicking what she had said earlier, though it was clear he had no idea what she meant when she said it. Great how was she supposed to communicate with this guy, and why the hell did he come to Japan without knowing anything but Russian?

"You're kidding right? You don't understand Japanese? What about English? Is Russian the only thing you know?"

She was really hoping her thoughts weren't true. It would really suck to be stuck with a Russian only dude that just caused the death of some random guy. She leaned against the wall of the alley, putting her left foot up and crossing her arms across her chest. Her golden gaze fell upon Mikhail, "What am I supposed to do with you?" 

She truly had no clue, she had went ahead and put herself in a situation she really would have rather not be in. One option was always to take him back to the Pawn Shop until things cooled over. Or she at least found away to talk to him, but first she had to make sure it was even safe to bring him back there. Though she wasn't quite sure how she'd determine that just yet.

BREAK FREE OF THE CHAINS

That Hold You Down

This time he said her name and she tilted her head a tad. At least he got that right, seemed to be learning bit by bit, but just phrases and a few words weren't going to get them anywhere. If she really wanted to communicate with this guy, one of them would have to learn to speak the others language. She wondered if Monitor could translate for her? Or even update her language system to include Russian.

Once again, another crow popped up and had her staring at him. She wasn't quite sure what it was about this guy, but these crows seemed to love him. "What is it with you and the crows?" She asked even though she knew the chances of her getting a straight answer out of him were slim, due to their language barrier. But hopefully he'd understand crows. She flapped her arms like a bird to add emphasis on what she was talking about.

He was a weird guy, but he did seem to like tinkering, perhaps the pawn shop was exactly where he needed to be. But then there was also the problem of him touching things he shouldn't and she'd rather not get in trouble with her father, especially over something as trivial as taking a boy home.

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