[Silver and Onxy][Inv][Dane]

Satoshi couldn't help but chuckle. '..what's up with that?' was spoken by the man. It was if he was saying 'Hey, we're both fucked up. What's the deal?'. On a minor scale, the weirdness of the question was humorous to him. Another thing that struck Satoshi as particularly strange was how this entire time, this man was acting like he had some kind of right of passage over himself to ask him these questions. As if just being two people with possibly similar personalities was enough to spark an entire conversation. Yet he was testing the Silver-haired Vizard with a certain..carefulness. As if he had knowledge of these situations, or at least over him.

He didn't buy into it. Satoshi placed both of his hands behind his back, locked by holding eachother. He looked casually at the man's shoulder's as he shrugged, and slowly looked back into his eyes with as slow blink. All the while carrying a feint smile.

Something was too straight-forward about this man to be just genuiely concerned or curious. It seemed he was expecting something out of Satoshi. The Vizard watched as 'Hidane' had began inserting sarcasm, all the while intending to be serious. This guy might as well be poking at Satoshi. Perhaps poking back would be interesting.

He nodded to acknowledge Hidane's words, though passively. One thing was for certain, the onxy haired man was still trying to get a complete grip on his motives, and vise versa.

"A man with a path, but no destination...Hm, well.. Freeing." He took a deep breath, and then exhaled for a new set of words.

"Salve', Mr. Koga.." he said as he bowed his head slightly, as he spoke the Latin greeting.

He thought about Hidane's question for a moment, then did a low chuckle to himself.

"'Any idea.. what's up with that?' Heh, I suppose that's the question of the century for us then. One that seems a bit too open ended to answer specifically." He answered honestly.

The man's question was simply too..broad. Not only that, but he was too vague with what he wanted out of Satoshi. There was no way he was spilling anything unless he was on the same level that the Silver haired Vizard could be on.

Frankly, he didn't want to give this man the idea of being off-put by him. He knew that being unresponsive to questions the man had for him would only irritate him further, even more uninterested most likely. And as he thought about it for a second, Hidane seemed like a man who had more knowledge about this then he was trying to just tell him at first. He seemed like he was trying to put on a metaphorical referee outfit. Eh..it's probably time to spark the conversation a bit more, especially since he doesn't trust going anywhere with someone he has just met in these kind of situations. 'Stranger danger' as they say.

In situations like these it didn't seem unlikely to get even more information then the person asking the questions, and the Golden-eyed Vizard couldn't help but inquire whether this man was going reject any sort of counter-questions about his own experiences with their, "..similarities". Couldn't see any reason he wouldn't at this point.

Regardless, he needed to show an equal amount of interest in the growth of this conversation. He had absolutely no idea if this man going to try and kill him if he lost interest, and he didn't want to take that chance. Especially when he was this unstable with his hollow right now. So it's pretty much a win-win trying to play-along.

In an apologetic manner, Satoshi closed his eyes while raising his hand to the back of his head to rub it. Time to switch it up.

"Ahh! No no, I do apologize. No need for trastic measures. You'll have to excuse my own lack of manners, I was being a bit anti-social." He laughs softly.

Looking around, the man spotted a back-door to an abandoned warehouse building that seemed to have been struck with a gas explosion, as 1/5th of the building was caved in. But it would have to do, so he pointed to the door with an attempted warm smile.

"Though, it is a bit underwhelming here. Perhaps a minor change."

It seemed the most random of locational decisions was actually a rather familiar one for long-haired guy. As Satoshi pointed at the building for the sake of simply having something to do while talking, the bandaged man had commented on the beaten warehouse as, 'feeling like home'.


Perhaps Hidane came from a lower level of the social hiearchy, but he didn't seem like a very humble person. Though he himself had remembered a time when there was nothing to eat but scraps from other souls in the Rokungai. Years and years of extended terror had turned into anger and suffering as he fought to defend his very life against the people so desperate to exact revenge all those years ago..the very start of his goal.


Satoshi walked up a few steps that connected to the doorway, trailing his hands along the rustic and cracked wall that covered the interior of the layout. Stepping inside, he rubbed his fingers together with dust and grime covering the tips of them.


He wiped them off on his black trench-coat with a frown of curiosity. This place had also reminded him of his past home. Though it was nowhere near this size or detailed architecture, it was twice as structurally sound. He wondered why the Human race had such inefficient ways of building placement in such a large and prospering city. You'd think they would have replaced things like these without a moment's notice.

Sunrays and car lights trailed through the windows covered with 2 by 4 planks of wood, indicating the building has been sealed up and forgotten about for quite a while. The smell of damp wood was the first thing that became apparent to him, infecting the house with a light stench of mold. No matter how old he got, he always hated the smell of the poor Rokungai. He took in a deep breath, not-so-great nostalgia rushing to his head.

The man placed his hands behind his back. Hidane had apologized as well, practically resetting the conversation.

"Fair enough.." He replied to his apology. "I gracefully accept your apology, Mr. Koga. Think nothing of it." He insighted. He raised his hand from his back in a, 'you don't need to worry' gesture.

He thought for a moment, not knowing what to expose and what to with-hold. Unique topic.

"Mm..Well, I've been 'like this' ever since I was in the Soul Society. As far as becoming something far more then just a Shinigami. A 'Vizard' as people seem to call it, It seems as though I simply awoke with it. A natural occurance in my case, as far as I know. I wasn't aware anyone else was inflicted, let-alone being hunted."

This changed his perspective of things. He left the Soul Society out of his quicky growing instability, knowing he wouldn't be able to stay there without being ridiculed for his two sides His Dark Passenger. Satoshi had never joined just to be apart of it in the first place, fuck that.

He knew what he had to do from the very moment of the birth of his identity.

Rubbing his chin with his hand, he lowered his head in slight thought.

"I have survived this long because I don't give people a reason to think they can intimidate me." He looked at his hand with his hidden weapon strapped to his covered forearm. His arm covered in scars from years of battle, torture, and self-inflicted wounds which dotted his body like artwork.

He exhaled heavily. He was getting a bit..impatient of the conversation they were having. This seemed like a conversation that was suppose to have a purpose that then turned into it's own thing. As they began talking, the Vizard noticed that he looked at his arm earlier, which happened to be bandaged. Thinking back, Satoshi could call quite clearly a memory about a Human man with no arm. There were quite a few people in this world that made it seem so very small when it came to meeting someone, yet big enough to cover up events that should have changed the very course of history. Every man had a story, and Satoshi's was much longer then he wanted to just simply tell him. His battle was far more internal then he would have liked to admit.

Studying an abandoned meta-cutting machine, he walked along the lengthy old technology, noticing the crude but efficient part-placement that Human's were so well known for. Self destructive but ironically more innovative then any other race he has seen so far. He always thought to himself what it would be like to meet someone who had the goal of leading their own race to better 'tomorrow'. Though in retrospect, they seem to be rather lacking in self motivational pride when it comes to goals, but soaring in skill when it came to protecting their responsibility to the world.

He chuckled in acknowledgement to the man's words. "Actually, I've been fighting something very similar to primal nature for almost all my life. Waking up with it one day was almost as if I was due a pay-out. My battle was far more an internal one that external. I suppose it's pretty dull when you look at it objectively, I'm sure it's nothing compared to the story's you've witnessed with your own eyes."

But he needed to know more, a lot more. And it seemed Hidane was willing to let him ask a few questions of his own. He began walking slowly in thought, his facial expression changing into something far more serious then what he ever had while they talked.

"I'm sure you know better then anyone that the world as it is, will destroy itself. It is to my knowledge that the Soul Society is beginning to get ahead of themselves in the amount they believe they can actually regulate. After speaking to people much like yourself in terms of experience with these events, it seems change is imminent. Though at the moment the good change that people want isn't anywhere near the other options. That's because people like us struggle to live up to the standards they set, or live in hiding even though our part to play in the saving of lives is equally fundamental, or at least important."

Deciding to open up a bit more, perhaps it would open the door for more specific questions later on. He felt like this was the type of guy who required some kind of stimulation, combative or social.

"After talking to all these people, I don't really know what to think on these matters. I have a lack of experience with these things myself, only educated by stories. How have you managed to pull your own weight?".

Thinking it might give some insight to all the sudden appearences he was curious about, he needed to know about as many individuals as possible if he was going to be more then just a pawn on the chess-board. He had to do it..and he's glad. They would've been proud of him all those years ago.

A s he wandered and took in the man's words, he couldn't help but feel empathy for the man's outlook on it. He knew what it felt like to feel completely crushed by the opposition before they even knew you were against them. But it seemed that this man had lacked something that he hadn't seen in any other person he had ever seen...The fire within. At some point, the light of the sun hits the darkness of the earth, shining the truth upon the conscious of those who listen to its calls. And thus, Prometheus allowed the eternal flame to be lit. It was to Satoshi's understanding that a piece of this flame had been placed in him as a blessing just as much as a curse. The fire had granted the Vizard to endure an impossible amount of pain and tragedy. They had tried to break his soul with all their might..Each cut they sliced into his flesh had been a true intention of carving his very being into pieces, and so they succeded. And they would have took his life too, but the fire within himself would have never allowed it. That day, something had sparked within himself...He felt it. And eventually, it gained a name..."Kiyomemasu..The cleanser" And he came to know it as his Zanpakuto. His Zanpakuto was much more to him then just a companion or a piece of his soul..It was the thing that continued his very journey. They may never communicate often or very long, because they don't need to talk about what makes them who they are. They are..Fire. And before anything is created, it must-

"Burn" The Vizard had accidentally spoke out-loud, stopping as his finger trailed the last portion of the primitive technology he had come to grown used to. Forced to leave by his own madness, Satoshi had ran-away from the Soul society as soon as he discovered the 'Dark' inside of him could take physical form. He knew it would be too troublesome to stay amongst the Soul Society. But even being alone..He knew he was not so. He had met many people who had come to know him as a colleague. The Vizard felt the coin in his pocket given to him by the Arrancar he met...Her calling card. Snapping out of his train of thought, he re-keyed in on the words of the black haired Vizard.

He nodded and sighed as he closed his eyes in grim disappointment...The other Vizard had seemed to grow a dis-taste for the action of taking on the Soul Society, but it was understandable. It was just something Satoshi could not afford at any cost...And he would never be alone.

" 'In the days of the end, only miracles and the absurd can prevail. That is what you must be, the absurd. The absurd is an essential concept, and the first truth. And the truth is the basis of all morality, thus morality is the basis of all things.'...Words spoken to my Soul Academy class by the Head captain himself upon our graduation day." He quoted to the Vizard.

"For all of his foolish actions, his words always seem to lead one into believing he is wise." He grunted.

He sighed, facing the Vizard with a much more serious expression. He placed his arms across his chest, tilting his head thus allowing his white hair to rest against his shoulders. Satoshi's fair skin and silver strands of hair had been glistening in the rayed-sunlight from the boarded windows of the warehouse.

"I agree with your conclusion, but not your reasoning for it." He said plainly.

"As much as the absurd seems like just that-.." He placed his right palm in front of him as he put gestures into his words.

"Absurd...There is nothing more then we rely on this word..Mm..Beyond that, I'm sure I come off as solitary. Your implication I keep to myself is quite accurate, but unfortunately for your standards, I have no intention of changing this world alone. But remember, this Hidane Koga. A person's mind is a world of its own, created and destroyed like these ones can. And sometimes, one of these world's has the gravity to affect the other on celestial scales.."

He re-crossed his arms with a deep inhale, then exhaled slowly.

"Nobody had ever told my path was an easy one. It is carved with death. Every stone in the path points to it, in-fact. So the only thing I want you to know is...It is definitely within my knowledge that before I die, whether slow and kindled or quick and vaporizing...They will burn. And it will be my fire that does it. Until that is complete, my purpose is without change." His cold eyes slowly blinked and shifted away from the Vizard, looking to the sky as if it represented the Soul Society.

"Morality itself is fundamentally an illusion...But I have seen good men. Nothing about me says I am good, Koga. But the bad always seems to seek the worst. I guess if you tried to label it, you could label me that. The bad that comes for the worst.