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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.

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RUKONGAI SOUTH DISTRICT 80: AKEMICHI

The sun had risen only an hour or so ago over the district, a crimson warning of the day to come. The district itself, once tended to properly, appeared little more than a massive sprawl of shacks and crumbling brick houses patched together with wooden supports where walls threatened to fall. Most of the roads had long been overtaken by dirt or otherwise picked apart by the districts residents to make improvised improvements to their own homes, or selling the bricks and cobblestones for food or favors. The main streets lay bare, untouched by scavengers and pedestrians alike; at night you were as likely to be murdered on the main streets as have time to dig up the stones from the road. And in the daylight… nobody dared walk the streets then, either.

Nobody except the Koga clan.

Once, the district’s name of ‘Akemichi’ had been taken as to mean “Dawn’s Road”, where the spirits of the downtrodden could come to build themselves back up. Those whom had owned nothing in life would end up here, and through honest work were told they could move closer to the Seireitei, to the Gotei’s protection. Of course, as with most of the other outer districts of the Rukongai, the lack of Shinigami intervention quickly led to crime and chaos. While the Zaraki district in the north was famous for its ruthlessness, at times it didn’t hold a candle to the burning flame of corruption and chaos that the Koga ‘clan’ had brought upon it when three warring bands of thieves and murderers had declared a truce and merged into one giant band of thieves and murderers to take control of the district for themselves, replacing the Seireitei’s rule of law with the law of blade and blood.

And thus, now the name was seen as “Bloody Streets”.

At the entrance of an alley branching off from one of the main streets, a few of the clan’s thugs sat in a circle, one shaking a cup and dice in his hand. In an alley across the street, a young boy with short, scruffy brown hair in tattered clothes watched the men gamble in awe, watching the daggers at their hips. This was the only thing one could aspire to become in this district; you took what you could or you died. The boy’s expression turned from awe to horror as the gaping black maw opened behind the men, only the two facing further into the alley noticing at first, the other two noticing moments later. The onyx-haired Visored stepped slowly out of the garganta, letting it close smoothly behind him. He wore his tattered black cloak over his usual get-up of a sleeveless black top and slim black pants, with black socks and white sandals.

The four men quickly scattered; they could handle other Rukongai residents, but they knew to flee when a Shinigami or Hollow was involved unless they had the numbers and equipment, and they weren’t even sure what to make of this situation.

Hidane stepped out of the alley into the center of the street, the sun shining down on his face as he pulled back the hood of his cloak, closing his eyes and breathing in the stench of this place. Had it gotten worse since he’d last been here? He drew in his Reiatsu, hiding it almost completely, only unable to hide a trace that wouldn’t appear any different from most of the other residents of this district. Only when he’d almost completely closed off his Reiatsu had he noticed the boy in the other alley.

“Shh,” he hushed, raising a finger to his lips, “run along now. You’ve seen nothing, you hear?” Without waiting for a response, he began walking down the streets. Even after so long, he recognized them like the back of his hand and knew exactly where he was going. He’d opened the Garganta a decent distance away to delay, if not completely avoid any Shinigami interrupting his business here. He knew Shinigami patrols were rare, but in a situation like this he had to take every precaution he could.

It took him half an hour to reach the gates he’d hoped he would never see again, a tall white arch leading the the Koga estate, a mansion in a city of broken down shacks, the only completely intact building in the district, unless things had changed unimaginably in his absence.

“Home sweet home,” he joked to himself, immediately regretting it. This place had never been a home, and he was glad to say it never would be.

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COUNT: 1966 || TAGGED: SAYURI KOGA

As he walked the halls, it was like nothing had changed. It was early in the day, so no one was in the large chamber at the front, so Hidane quickly made his way into the winding maze of halls around the ‘estate’, though calling it such made it seem far greater than it was. Though he had to admit, as his memory served, he always remembered walking these corridors wondering if their condition would lead to them collapsing and crushing him within them. But now they seemed to be cleaner and in better repair, though as much as he was sure Ooboshi would want him to believe it was because of a better lifestyle, it could just as likely be because of the clan forcing others to fix the place up to be less of a risk to them. Offers of trade for “protection” as an alternative to “assault” went a long way this far out in the Rukongai.

He heard movement and laughing from rooms with closed doors as he passed by. Was the laughing always this light-hearted, or did it only seem so cheerful now that he’d been away from this hell for so long? He was a shadow, silently moving through the halls, so the men and women in the rooms… and yes, there were definitely both, given the sounds coming from some closed rooms… wouldn’t hear him. He’d been lost enough in thought, however, that he didn’t notice an open door until he’d already passed by it, and suddenly the chatter from inside stopped. The black-haired Visored kept walking, but was stopped moments later when a voice spoke up behind him.

“Oi,” the voice called, “you lost? I don’t recognize you, and that means you shouldn’t be here.” He stopped, turning his head, one red eye peering through the gap in his hair at the man. He recognized him; he wasn’t the worst of the worst here, but he was pretty far up there. He remembered, when he was small and not quite able to hold his own here, that when he’d failed jobs they’d sent him out on, this was the guy waiting at the gate for him, and it would be an understatement to say that he was bad news when he came back. After he’d failed a job the third time, he’d spent some time away, hiding wherever he could, but he couldn’t make it out here on his own, and even if he could’ve lasted long enough to make it to the safer, inner districts of the Rukongai, he would’ve probably only be treated like a freak and an outcast there. So, while avoiding the men they’d sent to deal with his failure, he made his way back through the gates here.

And this man had been there to make him regret it.

“What, you deaf or somethin’?” Hidane turned around and walked back towards the open door, without a word. The man looked unsettled, but none the less angry. It took a moment for Hidane to realize that he didn’t recognize him. He’d gone out of his way to become unrecognizable when he’d become a Vizard, and since then his… circumstances… had only made him all the more different from what he’d looked like here, as a child.

“You wouldn’t recognize me, I suppose.” Almost in time with speaking, Hidane grabbed the man’s arm, flipping him onto the ground, on his stomach. Holding his arm back and placing a foot firmly in the center of his back, he remembered when the man had him in this very position as a child. He remembered the words he’d said when he had come back after that third failed job very clearly. “Maybe this will jog your memory.” His face betrayed none of the conflicted joy he felt in this; this wasn’t cruelty, this was only revenge, justice. “I’m sure you’ll love it.” Without skipping a beat, he twisted the man’s arm, dislocating it easily. The man stifled his screams, but surely there was plenty of pain to be had. Without another word Hidane let him go and went back to walking down the halls.

Nobody else bothered him before he reached the chief’s room, though from the stares along the whole way, he had a feeling word had gotten around to him. Well, it was time to see how much the man had changed.

“You came,” the young man’s voice said the moment Hidane slid the door to the room open, “though I didn’t expect you to ever actually come back to this place, even if it was for her.” Ooboshi turned to look at Hidane, and so the Visored could take in the new chief of the Koga clan; he was more… portly… than he would’ve expected, for someone that had risen to the top here. Perhaps it had been some time ago? It was still hard, if not impossible, to believe that that kid had grown up and completely reformed the place. “Though I don’t remember allowance to exact your own revenge on your way in being part of the message.”

“That part must’ve been a bit unclear,” Hidane responded briefly.

“Right. Well, I would appreciate if you would avoid doing any more than you already have done. Not everybody is happy about the new way of things around here, and you going around attacking people might well bring it all tumbling down.” As if it wasn’t already well on it’s way to that, then? If Ooboshi believed his ‘peace’ here to be so fragile, there was no way it was going to last much longer as it was. If just Hidane throwing a person or two around was enough to turn this ‘reformed’ gang back into a cult of thieves and murderers, then this man had a much thinner grasp on reality than he’d thought. However, as if the man could see Hidane’s thoughts, he continued. “As it will regardless, I suppose. It was a gallant effort I put up, but I know they’re plotting. I know most of the people here want to go back to the old ways. I know some already have plans in motion to see me dead.” He paused for a moment. “Which is why I’m going to leave this place.”

“I don’t see what any of this has to do with me,” Hidane said. “The messenger said this was about Rizu. Where is she?” The pause that followed answered the question before Ooboshi needed to, but Hidane didn’t let his face betray the emotions quickly swirling inside. He had half a mind to slaughter every pig on the ‘estate’.

“She’s gone.” Ooboshi breathed deeply. “She... passed. Naturally. Well, due to a disease she’d had for a long time, possibly even since before you left, but naturally. Peacefully. It was only a few nights ago.” He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, holding it out to Hidane. “She left this. For you.”

Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed the folded paper, unfolding it immediately. It was a letter, possibly even a ‘will’, as if she had anything to leave behind. As he read, he felt his hands tremble, and a few tears escaped his eyes, but he didn’t let himself lose control of his emotions entirely. He wouldn’t, or rather, couldn’t. Not in this place. He looked back up at Ooboshi. “When?”

“Tomorrow, when the sun peeks over the forest. The pyre will be set up tonight, and lit at first light.” He paused for a moment, sighing deeply. “I know this is hard on you, and a risk, given what I’ve heard of your… situation. But I’d ask that you stay until it’s done. You know where.” He paused again, not sure how to continue. “She’ll be there.”

Without another word, Hidane turned and left the room, closing the door behind him, holding the letter in his hands tightly but not crumpling it. He folded it up and moved it to a pocket, and set about the hallways again. He knew where to go.

He’d only made it halfway there, though, when a few men moved out into the hallway to block him. He stopped moving. Should he teach them a lesson, or just crush them with his Reiatsu? He didn’t particularly care for following through with Ooboshi’s request. If anybody got in his way, they would regret it. He looked to the side, and realized where he was; they were confronting him right in front of Rizu’s garden. Was it because they knew who he was now, and thought that they could take him if he wasn’t willing to unleash his full power?

He turned and tried to walk the other way, but more had come out to block the path that way as well, and a familiar cackle filled the hallway. The group in front of him parted and one man with thick black hair, a long face, and thick muscles stepped through. He towered over everyone else in height, even Hidane, and looking down on him.

“Well, well. I could hardly believe it myself when they said you came back, but… look what the cat dragged in, eh?” The man leaned over Hidane, but the Visored didn’t even do so much as look up to face him. “At a loss for words? Still the scared, whimpering brat that used to drag himself around here and hide behind Rizu’s skirt?” Nothing. “C’mon, kid, didn’t anybody teach you to say somethin’ when someone talks to ya!?” The man tried to push him, but ended up just stumbling backwards instead. “H-hah… good one… think you’re some kinda tough guy then!?” The man drew a knife and ran forward, thrusting it towards Hidane’s chest.

Only then did he move, sidestepping the attack to the right and raising his left hand, grabbing the attacker’s wrist and pulling it down and around, throwing him off balance and pushing him up against the wall. The man dropped the knife, and Hidane kicked it away. He tried to swing his other arm back, but Hidane caught that too.

This guy was the worst of them all. How many had suffered because of him? How many were violated, mutilated, killed by him? He didn’t deserve death, he deserved an eternity of suffering… but Hidane didn’t have the time for that.

“The hell are y’all doin’!? Get ‘im!” The group started to move in, but Hidane let out his Reiatsu on each individual thug that thought there was something they could do here, not letting it spread around the area. He wanted each one of them to feel how much of a mistake they would be making to interfere; and it worked. They all backed off. “What the hell!?”

Hidane quickly swung his legs up around the man’s waist, flipping and grappling him to the ground, bringing his right arm tight around his neck, his left arm holding the side of his head. The man tried to pull his arm away, but to no avail, his attempts growing weaker as he tried to breath. Hidane gave a sharp twist, and heard a soft crack as the man suddenly stopped struggling. And just like that, he felt a large step closer to justice for the life he’d lived in the Rukongai. He slowly stood up, breathing heavily even though he’d exerted no effort in taking out a simple street thug. He looked around and the rest of the gang scattered into the halls. He looked down at the dead body on the floor in front of him.

Why did this feel so wrong? Wasn’t this justice? Hadn’t he deserved this?

He looked toward the sliding door to the garden, finding that it was open just a crack, a single, piercing green eye staring through.

Shit.

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Things had been hard these past few days. Life within the Koga Clan was never easy, but the female always had her mother to lean on whenever the world became a little too harsh for the young child to endure. The hardest thing about her mother's death wasn't even the fact that she was gone, it was that Sayuri hadn't had the chance to say goodbye.

It had been in her sleep Rizu had died, and it was unexpected. Well, it wasn't, not when the child looked back on it. The warning signs had all been there: the dizziness spells, the weakness, the shortness of breath. But she had been too naive to read the signs for what they were, and like any child, she clung onto her naivety and her denial until the very end. Her mother was always supposed to be there for her, and the world had cruelly snatched her away in its cold and uncaring grasp, leaving Sayuri alone in a clan of thieves and liars.

Sayuri had practically locked herself in her mother's garden for the past few days, and Chieftian Ooboshi had ordered it from the others to leave the girl in peace so she could grieve over the demise of her mother. There was a desperation to the female's mechanical movements as she labored tirelessly over Rizu's garden, removing the weeds, watering the flowers, and doing whatever she could to force the pests from destroying the garden.

It was a commotion that drew Sayuri's attention away from her obsessive garden-tending, and moved cautiously towards the sliding panel, a sense of trepidation filling her heart for a reason she had no idea of. The panel was slid just enough so she could peek a single brilliant green eye out of its slit, and Sayuri gasped when she noticed the stranger kill a man.

A very brief sense of relief flashed when she realized the male who had been killed was one of the more unruly members of their clan, but the orange haired female backpedaled from the door, trembling fingers slamming the sliding door closed with a bang as she put as much distance between herself and the murderer who no doubt would follow her into the room.

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The door slammed shut.

Hidane slowly looked back down at the dead man below him; how many terrible things had this man done to him? To others? Was this justice, or revenge? Why had he done this? He could’ve just broken his arm, or even just set upon him with his Reiatsu like the others. He didn’t need to kill him. But… it was a done now. There was nothing to be changed about that. The Visored slowly stood up, standing over the dead man, and by the time he looked around, the rest of the dead man’s crew had all scrambled and fled to other parts of the building. There was nobody left in the hall but him and the dead man. He looked back to the door, a blank expression on his face. What was he feeling? Regret? Sadness? Anger? He slowly walked towards the door, opening it slowly. He stepped inside, closed it calmly behind him, and leaned back against it, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor.

It was a few moments before he looked up and saw her, orangeish-brown hair flowing long around brilliant green eyes, the child’s small frame partially hidden by the garden that was as well-kept as he ever remembered seeing it. The tools and dirt around the floor suggested she’d been tending to it, probably up until he’d caused his scene outside.

Right. The first she’d seen of him was him killing a man. A horrid man, one who wouldn’t be missed by anyone with a decent soul to them, but a dead man all the same.

But all that regret was washed away in an instant.

“You really do look like her, after all.” He offered the best smile he could manage, but he still wasn’t sure how to feel now. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” I'm sorry it happened. Did she know who he was? The letter hadn’t made any mention of what, if anything, Rizu had told her about him. He wasn’t even sure if she’d known he was alive when she’d died… surely she’d believed such, having sent out the letter in the first place, but she couldn’t have been sure.

Did he scare her now? A man with a blank right eye, accompanied with a scar, and a red left eye had just killed a man and entered a place that was very special to her. Of course she would be scared.

“I won’t hurt you, if you’re worried about that. That was… a rare occurrence for me, what happened out there.”

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When the male entered the room, Sayuri was expecting him to search for her until he found her and then... well there were many things he could have done, and none of the options was something the female was looking forward to. She knew the other clan members would not come to her rescue, and even if they were that sort of folk, Sayuri wasn't really sure she wanted them to. Riza had protected her daughter from the worst of them, but Sayuri wasn't naive enough to know what sorts of things the men she lived with were capable of.

Instead of coming towards the female though, the raven haired male only closed the door behind him and slid down against its smooth surface until he was sitting. Sayuri was aware of how slow and methodical his movements were, and his were akin to how someone would speak to a scared and injured animal.

“You really do look like her, after all.”

"Like who?" She didn't even have to wait for his answer to know who he was referring to. Sayuri was the spitting image of her mother, and even if the differences between mother and daughter weren't subtle, as long as her hair remained its orange tint, then their similarities would be too easy to notice. Orange hair was rare in the Koga Clan, with many of its members being dark haired like the stranger who sat on the floor.

After several tense seconds of the male only sitting by the door, making no move towards the female, Sayuri peered cautiously around the plant she had been hiding behind, her emerald gaze staring intently at the male, watching for movement. "What isn't a rare occurrence for you?" Sayuri wasn't quite sure why, but she felt like this male did not mean her harm. Yes he had killed a man, a cruel man, but a man all the same. Despite that, he was trying to coax her out of her hiding spot, where most would only just do whatever they wanted, regardless of Sayuri's own feelings on the matter.

It was probably foolish of her, but Sayuri couldn't shake the feeling that she could trust this stranger.

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The onyx-haired Visored didn’t move from his spot against the door as the young girl began to peek around the sides of the plants, even though he could see her clearly enough behind them anyway. What did she see in him now? Did she see a killer, a murderer? A monster? She didn’t even know the half of it. Even if she didn’t see him as a monster now, what would she think when she found out he was part Hollow? It was virtually impossible to live in the Rukongai for any amount of time without gaining at least a basic understanding of the way of the world; Shinigami, Hollows, the works. So surely she was aware of Hollows, and that they represented evil, monstrosity, to the Gotei and, in turn, those of the Rukongai. Could she see past that to the core of who he was?

Who even was he?

“Rizu, of course.” He was so lost in thought he’d almost missed her question, though the answer would’ve been obvious whether he answered or not. He looked at the plants; they were well-tended. A few nights wasn’t long enough for an entire garden to die out, but it looked like it was still being tended regularly. Given that Sayuri was here, most likely by her. He remembered helping Rizu with this same garden more times than he could count to remember.

Her words brought him back to what he’d just done.

“Just… killing someone like that.” He leaned his head back against the door, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “I mean… I suppose I’m in the business of killing things. But never without a reason.” But had this kill been without a reason? How many people had that man made to suffer? How many times had he himself suffered under the terror that was that man? How long ago had that been? Ooboshi had said that the clan was reforming, but… that had been a rather blunt display that some still clung to the old ways, of wielding power with an iron fist as opposed to cunning and intelligence.

Some things would never change.

“The garden looks fresh as always,” Hidane said, calmly now, trying to change the subject. “I take it you’re taking care of it? I mean… since she passed, that is.” How was he even supposed to tell her who he was? Hello, I’m Hidane, your half-brother. Sorry I haven’t been around, being exiled is a real pain in the ass. Yeah, that would go over well. Being direct didn’t seem to be an option, but how was he supposed to say something like this subtly? Or should he be direct? His mind wandered to what seemed a million thoughts at once, from which he couldn’t possibly think to pluck a single course to follow.

So for now he would focus on the things he could see, the things he wasn’t scared to say. The rest would come with time, for both of them he was sure.

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"Rizu, of course."

He stated it so casually, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. In a way, in this small world, it was. And Sayuri had known. But this stranger stating her mother's name in such a casual fashion, like he was familiar with her, had Sayuri on edge. It wasn't an edge that had sharp spikes awaiting at the bottom guaranteeing certain death if she fell over, but it wasn't one where she could jump, bend her knees, and come out unfazed either. This raven haired stranger was familiar with the female, probably even close to her, if the causality in his tone was anything to go by.

The male was getting stranger and stranger. He had yet to introduce himself, yet he was revealing far much more to Sayuri than the female had expected him to. The use of the word things instead of people or even hollow caught the female's attention, and her green eyes narrowed. "Things?" Caution dripped from her tone, but there was just the tiniest hint of curiosity. Sayuri was a lot more cautious than most children, but the orange haired Soul was still at heart, a child. She had all of their innocence and laughter; it was one thing Rizu never allowed the Koga Clan to take away from her.

Sayuri fell for Hidane's change of subject. At his comment, green eyes lost their focus on the raven haired male and instead traveled the length of the garden, a small smile gracing the female's lips as she stared at the garden her mother loved so much. How long had it been since she smiled last? How long had it been since she felt something other than emptiness? And why was it that of all the familiar faces in the Clan, it was a stranger who was able to draw some modicum of contentment from the female? "Mom loved the garden. She would want someone to take care of it." It was a way for Sayuri to hold onto the woman as well. If she tended her mother's garden, then her mother was still there, in some capacity. Rizu cared for this garden with the same love she had shown Sayuri, and the female was not going to just let her mother's love wither and die.

It was sudden when the thought cascaded into her mind, and when it did, the female's eyes widened as her head whipped back around to face the male. "Wait, how do you know about Mom's garden?" You really do look like her, after all the male's voice was quick to flash through her mind, his earlier words repeating in her mind, Rizu, of course. "How do you know my mother?"

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“That she did,” Hidane responded simply to Sayuri’s comment on the garden, “and that she would.” It was a shame that nobody would take care of it after they left. If he had the means to transport a garden through a Garganta, perhaps he could take it with them… but alas, there was no such method that he knew of. Maybe they could both start a new garden, wherever they ended up. But that was a thought for another time; he still had to figure out how to explain to her who he was and that he was going to be taking her with him when he left. Would she come with him so easily? His eyes wandered to the garden behind the young girl; she really had been keeping impeccable care of it. He couldn’t remember a time it looked more well-tended than when Rizu herself was keeping track of it, but this was on another level.

This was Sayuri, Rizu’s daughter, to be sure.

Suddenly, he was caught off guard and stunned for a moment when she asked how he knew her… their… mother. He tried to find words, but nothing felt right, so he said nothing. After a few moments he thought it through, and reached into his pocket, rummaging around and finding the letter. He pulled it out, took a long look at the slightly crumpled paper, and handed it to the girl, allowing her to read it for herself. He wondered if this was the first time she was seeing it; he wondered how long ago Rizu had written this. He waited for her to unfold it, and to read it, and once it seemed she was done, only then did he speak.

“Hello, Sayuri. My name is Hidane Asuka Koga. It’s very nice to meet you…” He paused for a moment. “…sister.” It felt odd to say, but also warmed his heart on a level he’d never experienced before. All he’d ever wanted from this place was a real family; now, some many decades later, it felt like he had finally found that missing piece. He could only hope she might feel the same.

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