Unexpected Meeting[Invite]

They're gone.

Tenshi stood ontop of one of the buildings of Karakura Town. People rarely bothered to look up, so, barely anyone saw her. She put her right arm behind her back, gripping her left one. Her grip tightened. They were both gone. Scarlet and Eric. She couldn't even pick up their scent anymore. They both were nowhere to be found. And, yet again. She ended up alone. This was how her life went. At last, she would find someone she could connect with and they would fade away again. Whether they are immortal or not. She would always end up alone. Always end up left behind.

Black ethereal wings sprouted from her back as she slowly stepped towards the edge. A strong beat from the wings carried her across the gap between two buildings, at a speed that was too high for these mortals who walked the streets. These mortals who were happy and content, despite their fleeting lives. She could only envy them. She held far greater power, yet she was bitterly alone. It was beautiful weather, everone was busy. Everyone had a reason to be where they were. Yet Tenshi did not. She was only a shadow, a lost soul amidst the herd.

But, something halted the beating of her wings as she touched down on the building. A brown-haired woman. Slowly, the wings made from the corrupted black energy dissipated into nothingness. This woman, she could smell it, was spiritually attuned. Yet, the woman could not sense her, after all, she was a bount. She possessed no spiritual pressure or such in wich she could be sensed. She was not going to head down and just start talking to her, not just yet. She was just going to watch the woman's movements, see if she could find something out about her.

Theme: The Truth

She smiled gently as she witnessed to the woman hopping the poles. She seemed careless and happy. As a human should be, as one deserves to be. She chose to follow the human, to say the least, she was interesting. A prime exemple as to why she wandered the streets of Naruki city and Karakura town, it was to defend people like her. From spiritual and non spiritual beings. A protector, an immortal vigilante. She made a difference in the streets and was happy to. Just the killing. She hated the killing. But, that was something she shouldn't think about now. The woman's behaviour and body language indicated that at least someone was present and watching her. She sighed. "Guess it's enough of the stalker routine.." With just a gentle thud behind the woman who was in a desperate search of her keys, Tenshi dropped down, the black spectral wings folding on her back and slowly dissipating. "Kon'nichiwa." She said, if the thud had not indicated her presence already, her soft and soothing voice would have. "Gomen.. Shouldn't have creeped up on you." She said with a gentle blush, a bit emberassed at admitting that she was infact following her intently.

"I just happened to.. Notice that you were slightly different from the rest." She said, looking up to the noon sky, hands pocketed in the dark blue jeans, a black tanktop that accented her small features. She looked, if guessed, around her twenties. Small with a lithe frame, yet a gentle and disarming smile. A sincere smile and if Asuka was proficient at understanding other's body languages, she'd notice it being a wounded smile, a smile coming from someone who has been repeatedly hurt and scarred. A smile that represented a bitter undertone of solitude. "I'm Kukichi.. Kukichi Tenshi.. Nice meeting you." She said towards the woman.

She smiled gently. "Sorry.. I was just looking for the right time to.." A thought seemed to cross her mind. Swoop down and dispell my wings? That's not really proper. "Drop in.." She said, the smile widening slightly, this was the best she came up with. "No.. different as in possessing a reiatsu." She smiled gently, tapping her nose. Even amongst bounts, she might have a very sharp nose. She was able to sniff out about anyone. Most likely even tell by their scent what race they were. Even make a pretty accurate estimation of how powerful they were. Yet, none of those were to her interests now. This woman, Asuka, had shown hostility, but that was self defence. And she was certain it wouldn't have mattered.

She nodded. "Asuka-san." She said, as if tasting the name. She smiled gently. "A nice name.." She tilted her head. That was rather quick, not that she minded. An invitation to supper was a friendly gesture. One she had only seen a very few amount of times in her enourmous lifespan. She smiled gently, nodding. "I know a bit of cooking.. Need some help, Asuka-san?" She offered, following her in with a small smile, folding her hands behind her back.

Theme: Life

She nodded at Asuka's glance, clear enough. And she knew this, keeping your shoes on inside someone's home was very rude. It just wasn't done. She sat down briefly, untying the laces on her sneakers and pulling them off, standing up again and following Asuka into her home. Following the woman through the door, she looked around the appartement, smiling gently. "It's very cozy.." She said with the same gentle smile. "But.. I.." She couldn't really bring up a proper argument when Asuka waggled her finger. Not one argument that would save her from sitting down and relaxing while Asuka did all the work. "Alright.." She said with an akward smile, going to examine the pictures, bowing slightly. "You're still a professional boxer, Asuka-san?" She asked, arching an eyebrow and turning a bit towards wherever Asuka was with a soft smile. "Wich weight category? Feather or lightweight?" Now that her back faced Asuka, the woman could see the clear marks and scars from various whiplashes, horizontal and vertical, at her shoulders. Yet, being bown forward also revealed a patch of the small of her back, also bearing similair scars, silent witnesses that testified of mind breaking torture.

She stood up straight again, turning to Asuka and sitting down on the bed carefully. "Iced tea would be great.." She said with a soft smile, folding her hands on her lap and exploring the appartement further in silence, merely looking around. It intruiged her how humans lived, it was not all that different from her own, but, it was apparent that they enjoyed a more decorative outlook for their home. Something that fit their personality.

She herself? Well, her home was very bland. Sober furniture only serving a practical use, rather then a decorative one. A mental note she made was to actually spruce her house a bit up. Make it more cosy and nice. Else she'd be like Äon. Fallen into the abyss of time and losing the ability to enjoy life. Yet, after sevenhundred and nineteen years, it tends to get difficult.

Theme: Revelation

"Arigato gozaimasu.." She nodded as she took the glass with both hands, smiling softly as she went to sit on the bed. She took a sip from the glass and looked towards Asuka as she went to cook. "What do you do for a living?" She asked, tilting her head. She nodded as Asuka declared the category she was put in. She knew a bit about boxing, overheard several conversations about it. Yet, it wasn't really in her best interests. "Regretting it? That you can't partake, I mean.." She said, ending the sentence murmuring. "Err.. About myself?" She asked with an awkward and slightly sad smile. "I'm just a no one.." She said, looking Asuka in the eyes and giving a warm, yet sad smile, her eyes closing briefly. "No one generally important.."

"Yes." She started as her finger traced the edge of the glass at the question of reiatsu, how she could smell it. How she had none. "I'm.. I'm a bount." She said as she carefully put the glass down on the nightstand. "You'd better want to sit down.." She said, standing up with a sad sigh, giving Asuka the time to actually fetch a seat. "I am.. Sevenhundred and nineteen years old." She started with a sad smile. "We bounts.. Do not possess a reiatsu. Because we do not have a soul."

She pulled the black feather from her hair, looking down at it with a nostalgic smile. "We are immortal vessels.. We live and heal ourselves through absorbing reiokyu. We were made. Failed experiments. massacred. Now only a handful of us still live.." She said, the smile becoming more of a sad grimace, her hands closing around the feather, squeezing it, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. "W-We can s-sniff out.. O-other's reiatsu." She stammered, trying to hold the tears and sobs back. Her entire life was tough. What was she even thinking? She'd always end up alone. Abandoned. As such is the curse of mortality. It wasn't going to be alright. It wasn't going to be fine. She kept telling herself that, but it was a lie that became much more painful to believe. "W-We.. Have t-these dolls. w-who.." She grit her teeth. "Who.." She tried to finish the sentence, but failed, just sobbing inaudibly.

Tomorrow was indeed another day. Yet, those other days kept going on for eternity. And she was already broken after only sevenhundred years. There was still eternity to spend.

Theme: Solus Sanctus

Memories. No. They were just things of the past. With no insight on how long one's life was, memories were the most painful thing to ever be had. It was only that. A memory. Not reality. Fleeted dreams and happiness. All that dissappeared, all had faded now. And she was once again abandoned. Fallen into solitude once again. Her tears were dried, yet, she didn't even notice. Her sobbing stopped slowly. Her shoulders stopped shaking from her painful breaths. All reduced to silence, an emotionless facade. "More memories.." She started, looking up at the ceiling with a sad smile. "Mean more burdens.. For someone that is not even certain of death." She looked over at Asuka with sad, tired eyes even. Not just physically tired. No. Mentally drained. Eyes stating that she had far lived beyond her age already. An exhaustion that had already seemed to drag on for eternity.

"The happy ones are merely.. Nostalgic. Painful." She said with a hoarse voice. "The sad.. Or horrible ones.." She took a deep breath. "They haunt me.." She rose slowly, standing up. "I haven't been completely honest.. Asuka-san." She looked in her direction. "I am also a murderer.. I used to feed on souls to keep alive."

She smiled sadly. "And now I'm a vigilante.." Another tear rolled down her cheek. "And each of their faces are as vivid as ever." She kept her distance from the table, from Asuka. It was Asuka's choice. If she demanded her to leave, she would. She would dissappear into the chaos once again.

Theme: Pain

She smiled faintly. It was horrendously simple. "You're not a target.. I'm not indiscriminate.." She said with a weak smile. It was kind of sickening how she appointed herself to decide over a human's life or death, just like that. "Only those that harm others are.." She said. "Criminals.. Murderers." She murmured, holding her arm. "So harsh? I wish I could.." She huffed gently. It was ironic. She was scarred and destroyed. A lost lamb amidst the estranged herd, how could she help this. Sevenhundred and nineteen years of scars. "Those're the ones I kill." She took a deep, bitter sigh. "Do you wish to sit down and chat.. With a murderer?" She asked. "I.. I'm not.." She started weakly. Not what? Not quiet and cute? Not normal? Not human? Not sure who I am? She mentally kicked herself as these questions shot through her head, leaving her sentence unfinished as she smelled the odd scent. Looking up at Asuka as she saw the woman's pupils change color.

"There's a difference between.. The desire.." She swallowed slowly. "And the actual murder.." She replied to the strange apparition that had seized Asuka's mind. Yet, she was wary. She saw the woman closing her eyes, putting a hand on her head as if she had a headache. "I.. I'm sorry." She said as Asuka opened her eyes again. Feeling partly responsible for whatever happened to Asuka now. It was as if she was a completely different individual, just for a second. "Are you alright?" She asked, her concerns sincere, sitting down infront of the woman.

"Yokata.." She murmured under her breath. At least she hadn't harmed her new friend just yet. Harmed mentally or physically. "Thanks.. But.." She couldn't really bring any proper follow up on the 'but'. She wasn't a nice girl. Not at all. 'Nice' girls didn't murder people. Yet. She couldn't say it. She couldn't discomfort Asuka further. She just didn't want to. This might've been a new start. A new friend. Someone to connect with. Someone to protect after both Eric and Scarlet dissappeared. She remembered it all too vividly. Scarlet had dissappeared without a trace. She had searched her mansion in Naruki city, even managed to utilise the Asakura family's recourses in finding her. Yet, she dissappeared without a trace. Then there was Eric. The bount she had grown to love. He was gone. Nowhere to be found. In none of his hideouts or homes. Not even a fresh scent from him. Like everything was dead and abandoned. And she had nothing to hold on to.

She had failed to protect them. Her toughts were interrupted and lost as Asuka mentioned trying to feed her. She smirked awkwardly. A bit apologetic, even. "Seven centuries, a decennium and nine years as of four days ago.." She smiled shyly when she took her own chopsticks. She was glad that just the moment of sadness. The moment of her being the crybaby once again, was easily forgotten. Turning the invitation for supper into a social visit once more. "Itadakimasu.." She murmured under her breath as she tasted the rice.

She arched an eyebrow in surprise. "It's.. Very good. Delicious." She said, looking up with a gentle smile.

"You kinda expect to stop counting after two hundred years.." She said with a gentle chuckle. Most people wouldn't even care for their birthday with the knowledge that they were immortal. Yet it was a thing she could hold on to. These years and centuries. Counting them. It was a minor thing, yet it helped her remain sane under the enourmous mental pressure of immortality. As it was a curse, rather then a blessing. A lone angel wandering the earth. Trying desperetly to make a change. A never ending purpose and duty. One she promised herself. "More than roughly.. fivehundred years. Yet, I'm horrible now as it is confusing.." She said with a gentle smirk. "Cooking has.. Changed so much over the centuries. It'd surprise you."

She gently tapped her chopsticks on the nearly empty plate, humming slightly under her breath, seeming to be contemplating on her own. Now that she thought about it, a lot had changed over the course of her life. The actual need to farm crops and kill your own livestock was now only an easy trip to the nearest supermarket. Trading was a thing of the past, now it was merely buying. Everything went so fast. And she had to do her best to adapt, fit it and run. Hoping not to be noticed as she didn't age. She was still lost in thought when Asuka glanced and smiled at her.