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It was quiet, and dark nothing around. The feeling she experienced was like she was floating in water. A dream like state that her consciousness was trapped in. She didn't know how long it's been since been like this, before there was nothing, then one day this came along. She felt trapped in an infinite space but she couldn't move. Nor could she feel nor sense anything. It was just her and her thoughts. Speaking of that, what exactly was she? She wasn't quite sure. Who would have the answer to such a question. Was this what her existence was meant to be, nothing but a simple thought process? Her mind ran and ran, for hours, for days, for week, months, years. However long it took the good Seran to finally achieve his creation. Though now, she was tired of this dream like floating feeling. She wanted out of this prison, where seemed to be held captive to her own thoughts. It was then that something triggered inside her almost like a spark.
A surge of reiatsu flooded a room in a small shop located in Karakura town. Inside this back room there was a blonde girl laying there and this was the origin of the sudden reitasu flare. Her eyelids, fluttered, then opened slowly. At first her vision was blurry to say the least, though as she looked around with her newfound sight it began to clear up. Slowly she sat up and blonde hair came cascading down over her shoulders. She looked down to see she was dressed in a plain white dress with blue accents around the edges of the neck, sleeves and the bottom of the dress. The data of who she was, was already in her mind, though she had never had a body before and so this experience was new to her. Her eyes wondered the room as she sat there, getting her bearings together. She didn't know where she was, and there was no one here. Hmm maybe she didn't really escape her prison, perhaps this was just a fabrication of her thoughts for wanting to be out so badly?
Yaksha Dokuja rested against a naearby wall, next to what looked very much like a hat rack; on his head there was a long-brimmed fedora, the sort of thing people would've mocked him incessantly for, the kind of hat that seemed to scream 'low-quality human being'. Yet he wore it with style and grace, as if he were made to wear it...until he knocked it off with a quick snapping gesture, only to pluck a standard tophat this time, placing it on top of his scalp instead. There was only the faintest hint of a glimpse at the hair underneath, something that would've made a peacock's crest look rather mundane. He didn't look at or address the woman again for another ten seconds, before he tossed that hat into the air, and seemed to settle on a tiny, almost comical fez that was perched precariously in the nest of his hair.
"The real world, I mean. Visual input, the smells, the...the tastes. Reality. It's like one long, incredible drug trip, after...how long was it before you turned on, dear? A century? A lifetime? The heat death of the universe? Does time even have a point of comparison without some form of sensory stimuli? Why do kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? All good questions, and all ones I have not the slightest clue about."
He bowed slowly, one hand rising up to hold the fez in place, even fondling it for a moment, a faint smirk flitting across his face as he stared at the young girl, the being that had already stepped into reality far older than anyone could've fathomed. He felt a bit of kinship, if only one that level...the odd, remarkable sort of maturity that came from having a limitless supply of data at one's fingertips and not the slightest ability to process any of it into something meaningful. Like dying of dehydration in the middle of the ocean.
"Seran is a bit indisposed at the moment. I'll be your guide into the lovely asylum we call the human world. The very first piece of advice I'll give you, and the only one you'll get for free...take nothing at face value. Everything has a reason. And not everything is going to be...open to having that reason dragged out into the light. Assume everyone and everything you see is meant to deceive. Myself included. Yourself too, if you think you can stomach that degree of paranoia."
Another voice suddenly spoke up, catching her attention. The blonde turned her head quickly in the direction of the sound only to see a dark haired man standing there with a fedora on his. He spoke up once more and her eyes stayed locked on him as she listened to his voice. This was the first time she had ever heard someone speak. And he spoke she began to notice a lot of her first. Scents came at her now, or more along the lines she started to register them. Her attention wavered from the man before her, though she continued to listen to him. She slid herself off the table, her bare feet touching the cool ground gingerly. She stood there for a moment before she took a step in the direction of the man.
"Who are you?" she asked during his ten second pause.
Soon enough he went on again, mentioning something about coming to the real world, apparently he knew something about her. Who was he? From what she could tell, he seemed human, yet he acted very nonchalant about the situation as if he'd been waiting there for. Perhaps he was Seran, she'd never seen him before. This thought was quickly perished from her mind as he told her that Seran was indisposed at that moment. So it wasn't him. She wasn't aware of anyone else that would know about this location or should even be here for that matter.
"My guide, you say?"
She tilted her head to the left her long flowing golden hair following suit as she did so. "You seem to be human, is that really the case?" He just told her to not take anything at face value, so she wouldn't take him at face value. She wasn't sure what he meant by having the stomach for it. She had finally discovered a real existence beyond that dreaded prison she was trapped in before, she would never allow anything to threaten the life she had suddenly found.
"Now that would be cheating. Take as long as you need, figure it out."
Yaksha's smile was almost triumphant, his eyes glittering with barely-concealed mischief as he circled around her, examining her body, and then letting out a soft whistle. Seran had spared no expense on her body, it seemed. Her body was remarkably pleasant to behold, as pretty as some supermodels...and no doubt quite powerful. It almost disappointed Yaksha, to see the vanity so very ingrained into people. Even Seran seemed so...determined to make a good impression. Or was it some inherent desire to leave behind a legacy that was pleasant to behold? This was the closest Seran could come to passing on his genetics or anything of the nature. And even Yaksha, despite his best attempts, could feel the arrogance...fighting for ground. He looked down at his own hand, fingers wiggling slowly, almost as if he were staring at an exotic creature...and in a manner of speaking, he was.
"You can call me Yaksha, if you like. You can call me Seran, if it pleases you. You can call me Daddy, if you're into that sort of thing. It honestly means little to me. All you need to know is that while I don't have absolute...autonomy, I am perfectly within my rights to serve as proxy, until your real father arrives. For the time being, feel free to ask me whatever questions come to mind. You should have a fairly extensive database of facts, but it's another thing entirely when you're forced to use them practically."
He plucked the fez off of his head, twirling it end over end in his hands, smiling ever so slightly. He seemed lost in the simple motion of running his fingers over the fez for a few moments, feeling the simple sensation of cloth on flesh. It went on for nearly thirty seconds, before he finally snapped out of it, and rose his gaze to her. It was...odd. To imagine that both of them were trying to get used to bodies that weren't their own. He was curious what her first question or two would be, but...on some level, not really.
When you got to be as old as Yaksha, not many things surprised you anymore.
Figure it out herself huh? Perhaps she would, she probed at him, for the first time testing her spiritual prowess using her powers, but it was a tad harder than it seemed trying to figure out what this man was. She would most definitely need to grow more skilled in the art of sensing reiatsu. Speaking of reiatsu, she realized her own was leaking somewhat unconsciously at a somewhat uncontrolled rate. She focused her mind and allowed her reiatsu to settle down. Her eyes once again looked at her own body, hmm she wasn't used to the feel of reiatsu quite yet, she had to constantly focus to keep a lid on it, though. With a quick moment of concentration and a bit of will force she got herself under better control. Her reiatsu would now feel much weaker than it had before, "There, that's much better."
She returned her attention to the man before her, "Hmm, I feel Yaksha would be the best choice considering you are neither Seran nor the man created me." She remained completely oblivious to the crude joke he tried to make as she made her over to him, though she approached the hat rack instead of Yaksha. There she saw what she determined to be a sun hat and placed it on her head, turning she looked at Yaksha, from her observation he seemed to have a short attention span, like herself. Well it more of a "this is so much take in" sort of of situation for her, she couldn't speak for Yaksha, but he didn't seem to particularly care about her well being or even her presence there. If anything she seemed to be nothing more than another job for him to do.
"Well if you'll give me that freedom, my first question is... Where are we currently and what's your relatonship with Seran?"
If anything she wasn't bored anymore. She wasn't that entertained either. This Yaksha fellow to her was rather self absorbed, but who could blame, she didn't expect him to be on her beck and call especially when she just woke up and they barely knew each other. Still she would like to know how he was connected to the Mod Soul that had made her.
Yaksha's gaze turned back to Hikari, his expression seeming to smooth out for a second. Clever, the girl was...or at least dubious, which was certainly good enough in someone so young. He was tempted, for just a moment, to deny her initial commentary, to lead her to pick apart every little possibility of why he may or may not have been the mysterious creator she had been waiting for. But today, Yaksha was on the clock...and to be honest, he was more curious than he normally found himself being. This was something new entirely; a pseudo-human made by a pseudo-human. There was nothing but beautiful possibilities here, and squandering them would've simply been...tragic.
"And a worthy first question it is. We're in the lab of Seran, operating out of a relatively small, very hard to find pawn shop in the human world. Seran is out procuring some materials for your studies, as I understand it...and I took it upon myself to keep an eye on you, and make sure your first steps into this world weren't...muddled, so to speak."
Yet again, Yaksha felt the urge to run his hands over something, anything in the area. The simple pleasure of that soft fez in his hand was almost...intoxicating, he found. It helped him to keep the pace of the conversation, helped him to remain anchored in the topic at hand, to avoid going off on another of his ridiculous tangents. It took every fiber of his will not to glance back down at the hat, and even then he still did for just a split second, as he waited for her to speak or comment. Of course, there's no way this was a petty attempt on his part to avoid answering the second question, right? No, Yaksha wouldn't ever be that uncooperative.
"Being as notorious as he is, Seran is rather...hard-pressed to leave this place for long periods. While I very much doubt any but the most powerful of enemies could kill him, it's still...not worth the risk involved. Think of me as an independent agent, on retainer. When Seran is in need of exotic ingredients, when he wants to hear the rumors floating around in the world at large, or maybe just when he wants to send a message...he calls on people like me. Really, I'm nothing that special. I'm simply one of the lucky few that managed to stumble into the good graces of your creator."
He extended a hand ever so slowly, smiling at her. He had no doubt the flesh would be of the highest quality, that he wouldn't be able to tell the slightest imperfection relative to his own flesh..and in fact, he was almost counting on it. If there was one thing he really missed, one thing he would've given nearly anything to get back, it was the touch of flesh on flesh. And while he knew it would be Seran touching her as much as him...he could stomach that thought, just a little longer.
"Among humans, it's traditional to shake hands as a form of greeting. It shows a certain degree of trustworthiness."
Something about this man had changed. He seemed to now take a bit of interest in her, well not it didn't seem that way before, but now it was more genuine she felt in a sense. Though she wasn't quite sure what it was that she did to earn such a look of impress from this man. Either way it didn't matter as he began to speak again. His voice filling the back room they were in, which was to be more precise a part of Seran's lab. She walked away from Yaksha as he spoke though she never stopped facing him as she moved, still listening to his words.
According to her new found mentor it seemed her creator was out procuring items for her studies. Hmm, that was interesting, she wondered what he could possibly be preparing for her. "I see, " was all she said, noting that he did in fact skip out on her second half of the question. Hmm, evasive man though he did say that he was one she probably shouldn't trust. At least not entirely. She finally stopped walking once she felt her back against the wall. Her eyes fixated on Yaksha as he played with the fez in his hand. It almost made him seem nervous, definitely restless.
Then he surprised her as he went into detail about his relationship with Seran, not that he mentioned anything explicit. He was rather vague, calling himself more of a handyman for odd jobs more than anything. He did however blow up the image of Seran though, making him sound grand and powerful. As if he were a king or a god. She supposed that she would just have to see with her own eyes, and hope she wasn't disappointed. A sudden movement caught her attention, she saw that Yaksha had extended his hand to her, explaining that it was a way of greeting amongst humans. She stared at him for a moment before she walked over and reached out, clasping his hand with her own she shook it, "A hand shake. Common form of greeting among most people." She knew about them, but never before had she performed one.
"I wouldn't suggest speaking that way in mixed company. People get a little uncomfortable when they hear others stating the obvious."
Yaksha's hands wrapped around hers, clasping it carefully, his grip firm without being painful, giving off a sense of almost boundless competence. He let his hand linger there for a moment or two, a bit longer than was normal, and then pulled away. He grinned, revealing slightly too white, too straight teeth, and let out a small, almost tired exhalation. The hand felt exactly as perfect as he'd expected, had left an electrical little thrill running down his body. Yes, Yaksha couldn't hide the truth. Being here, being privvy to this new and wild creation. It was the next best thing to being paid to do drugs, in his book.
"Seran didn't strike me as the sentimental type. To make a progeny, planning to pass along his legacy...that strikes me as a little out of character for the man. But that's a matter to discuss another time. Right now, we're talking about you, Hikari. Your hopes and dreams, your plans and desires. I'm certain Seran programmed you with certain...prime directives. And I'm certain he left his own little touch on your framework. But none of that matters right now. I am here to...offer an alternative. To the comfortable little world of lies and biases. I'm here to tell you things, just as they are."
He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall and running a hand across his face. It was easy to say, of course; he could promise her that he had no personal stake in what he was telling her, he could convince her all manner of people were lying when they said what they did. He could almost certainly point out hypocrisy and fallacies. After all, it was little more than a matter of drawing on a lifetime, a dozen lifetimes, of experience. But how was he supposed to offer her certainty? How could he ever truly convince her that he wouldn't fall for the same things? It was easy to notice when the illogic slipped in at the corners, when something was simply...dogmatic, or overly optimistic. But how was one supposed to stop it? How could Yaksha bite back his own tongue and keep his opinions from seeping in, from having to stop every few minutes to remind her not to take his word as law?
For the first time, the sheer responsibility thrust upon him hit Yaksha fully.
She stared at him, she supposed it would make sense to not explain her actions as she performed them. Well it mattered not, at least not in this moment anyways. She did however note that his hand stayed holding hers for a tad longer than she would have deemed necessary if people were simply introducing themselves, but perhaps there were different ways to do it. Though once he did relinquish his hold on her hand he began to talk about Seran once more. She'd never met Seran, but somehow she felt it wasn't sentimentality that drove him to create her. She concluded it was probably something more to do with his own personal ambitions. Something as simple as finding out if he could even do it.
"Hmm, or you could simply be overthinking things here. Perhaps he did it just to say he did, you know another notch under his belt per say."
She turned then, her long blonde hair splaying out from under the sunhat on her head as she walked to the door. "I mean you tell me you're here to teach me and educate me, yet you tell me that I shouldn't believe everything you say because you may be lying, but your handshake proves your trustworthiness?" She turned to look at him just as she approached the door, "Perhaps I should go find out how the world works for myself," a mischievous look appeared in her eyes and she reached behind her opening the door with her hand before slipping through. Though it only took her to the front of the store.
She looked around quickly looking for an exit. She spotted another door and went for it as she scaled the counter which she stood behind with ease. Her right hand reached for the door knob and twisted it. She threw the door open and stepped out into sunlight and fresh air for the first time. Her senses were flooded with information. Sights, sounds, smells. She stood in awe as she took it all in. This is what she had been waiting on during her long slumber.
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