tampered | Log: Completed

Log: Completed

When: Sunday, June 24
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters: Kensei (

combat_knife) and Hiyori (

aint_footin)
Summary: Hollow!Kensei wants to fight Hiyori
Log:

He paced the tunnel in the Underground with nervous energy. He wanted to fight that bitch so bad he could almost taste her blood on his tongue. He hadn't forgot how she had helped all that time ago, helped Kensei suppress him so that he was locked away to be used like a fuckin' battery. She going to pay for that, he was going to beat her until fuckin' candy came out.

Heh, maybe I'll beat her until she can't do shit, keep her that way until her Hollow comes out.

He liked that idea, liked it a lot. As much of a loner as he was, it would be nice to have an ally. He knew that sooner or later the shinigami or someone would come after him and as strong as he was, he didn't think he could fight 'em all. If he had to go though, it would be a hell of a lotta fun to kill as many of them as he could.

"C'mon little monkey!!!" he shouted out in the tunnels, flaring his reiatsu again. "I'm gettin' kinda bored down here!!"

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Twenty-four hours. That was all the time Hiyori had had to compose herself since her last major conversation with the Hollow, and Hiyori wasn't sure if it was enough. Unfortunately, time wasn't something Hiyori had particular control over at the moment, and waiting longer would have only meant more trouble for the general City populace--the fact that she had barely been able to intervene before the Hollow attacked his first target was proof enough.

However, twenty-four hours had not been enough for Hiyori to call her own Hollow out, and there were already warning signs that clearly told that this battle wasn't going to be an easy one. At all. She had already been in the Underground for a few minutes when the Hollow shouted for her to come, which probably meant that her reiatsu level was so low that the Hollow hadn't recognized it as hers. Her Hollow wasn't coming back anytime soon.

But no matter. Hiyori's intention wasn't really to battle anyway.

Seeing him was still enough to stall her breath for a moment, but soon enough Hiyori steeled her nerves and started slowly walking towards the Hollow.

"Hmm, looks like yer gettin' sloppy," Hiyori remarked, "'Cause I've been here fer quite a while and ya ain't done anythin' t'me yet."

With a snarl he spun around and faced the girl, Hollow eyes staring at her in the dark and he slowly crept forward. His shirt had been removed long ago during his torture and his pants were tattered and torn from the violence of the storm. His entire being felt lean and jagged... and he loved it.

he taunted.

He reached down at slipped out his zanpakutou, the compact blade already in the shikai form. He loved the way the knife felt in his hand, short and razor sharp, like some sort of claw.

"Too afraid?" Hiyori scoffed, grinning. "Of what? Breakin' a nail?"

She unsheathed her zanpakutou, completely unsurprised when it refused to undergo initial release. Hiyori wasn't exactly sure what she had done to piss her inner Hollow--or perhaps it was her inner resolve--so much, but it wasn't something she could bother with right now. And at least it was probably something she could use as a bluffing tool. Or something.

"I don't even need to release this baby t'fight ya," she bragged, lips pulling into a grin. "C'mon. I'll let ya have the first swing."

he growled, infuriated that she wasn't going to even put on her mask, or release her zanpakutou. Did she think so little of him? It didn't matter, he would tear out her throat either way.

With a roar of anger he leaped at her, firing a bala blast as he sped in close enough to slash at her with the knife. He wanted very badly to see her bleed.

Speed was something Hiyori had never lacked, even before she had become a vaizored, but she made no move to evade the bala the Hollow shot at her, simply staring into his eyes as the bala hit her left shoulder, tearing into the muscle and ripping a few tendons in the process. It took some effort, but Hiyori successfully managed to suppress the urge to flinch.

"That's gonna make me regret it? Didn't even hurt. Either yer aim's the most pitiful thing I've ever seen, or ya ain't got a lick of common sense. At least hit my right arm if ya wanna incapacitate me."

It wasn't completely a lie. Sure, the blast hurt like hell, and Hiyori could feel the blood dripping down her arm--with her Hollow gone, there was no way in hell to regenerate quickly. However, it probably wasn't a fatal injury. Just one that would keep her out of commission for a while.

Of course, if only one bala did that much damage, it wasn't something to be too optimistic about.

"Why don't ya try again?" Hiyori taunted, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

He turned and faced her, a snarl curling on his lips beneath the mask. She hadn't even moved. The bitch had just fucking stood there like nothing he could do was going to hurt her. He was going to make her pay for that.

he called out, his voice full of rage.

he said.

With another scream of rage her charged, fully intending to rip her throat out with his teeth. Before he could get close enough, he felt something jerk him back.

"Leave... her... alone!" Kensei should, fighting against his Hollow. He still felt so weak, practically brittle, but he wouldn't let it hurt Hiyori. Kensei couldn't live with himself if it did that.

When she heard the familiar voice, familiar tone, Hiyori's eyes flew open, feet immediately stumbling forward as she dropped her zanpakutou and reached out with her good arm, left one hanging uselessly and dripping blood onto the ground.

"K-Kensei? Fuck, is... is that you?"

Her brows were furrowed so tightly that Hiyori could feel the strain becoming almost painful, but all of her attention was focused on Kensei now.

"Shit, Kensei, stay with me here... it's me, Hiyori..."

he screaming, swinging his arm at the girl only to feel it stop several inches short of actually connecting. Damn that Kensei to hell!!!

"I told you... leave... her... alone," Kensei growled. With the hand he had control of he reached up to grab the Hollows mask... if he could just rip it off it would shatter the majority of the thing's power, enough so that he could lock it away again.

the Hollow screamed. Reaching up with their zanpakutou he brought it to bear on the arm it couldn't control, that was going to pull the mask off. He would rather go without an arm for a bit than lose control again.

Eyes flashing with intent, Hiyori quickly stepped closer, a mix of sonido and shunpo aiding her speed and reiatsu gathering at her hand to act as a shield, and grabbed the blade with her right hand in an effort to push it back.

"Aagh!"

Despite the hiero Hiyori had attempted to build, the blade was still sharper and too much for her in her weakened state, and so the zanpakutou managed to cut a few millimeters in, blood from Hiyori's veins immediately dripping down the blade. Hiyori almost wanted to retch, nerves jangling as she felt some of them sever under the blade, but there had been no time for anything else, given how stupidly she had dropped her blade...

"Just a lil more, Kensei," she hissed, arm faltering as her strength started to give way.

With a final scream of rage and effort Kensei ripped the mask from his face, dissolving it and sending the Hollow back to its place of submission. He could still hear the echoing screams of its rage bit they were faint and distant, it presented no more threat though.

Looking down Kensei saw that he was covered in blood, but he didn't feel the pain of any wounds. That's when he got a good look at Hiyori, holding the blade of his zanpakutou, blood streaming down her arm.

"Oh shit... oh no... Hiyori I'm sorry," he said, dropping his blade as he looked at her with concern. He knew what she had done, come down here to help him despite everything he had done... and now she had gotten her.

"Damn it, this looks bad..."

Hiyori could only gape as she watched the mask break off into a million pieces, Kensei's face slowly coming back into view and eyes returning to normal. She didn't even notice the slight smile pulling at her lips as he started to speak, relief washing out all other emotions.

"This, bad?" she scoffed, snorting lightly. "Yeah, right. I've had worse."

You've had worse.

Slowly, she released the blade, allowing it to drop the rest of the way to the ground, where it clattered lightly. Every bone in her body wanted to give way, every bit of her consciousness just wanted to black out, but Hiyori struggled to stay standing. She just needed a few more seconds.

"'Least yer back... 'm sorry, Kensei."

It wasn't enough to wash away the guilt, really. If anything, it only called Hiyori's attention back to it, the weight on her shoulders seemingly increasing as she fell to her knees, blood immediately seeping into her pants. She hadn't realized that she had lost that much.

"Quit being stupid," he grumbled as he looked for something to staunch the bleeding. Unfortunately there was nothing nearby as his shirt was gone and his pants were filthy... and there was no way he was going to tear her shirt.

"Just hold still for a moment," Kensei told her. Reaching his hand out over his he allowed his meager skills in healing do what they could. It wouldn't heal the wound entirely, but at least it would slow the bleeding, if it didn't stop all together.

"You don't have t'apologize because I was stupid," he grunted. Kensei couldn't remember the last time he had a more awkward conversation than this, but it needed to be said. Hiyori had been nothing but a friend to him and he had treated her poorly and then been pissed when she called him out on it.

"I shouldn't have kept stuff from you," he admitted. "Or said all that stuff I did..."

"Shit, Kensei, don't try'n cover up my mistakes fer me," Hiyori grumbled, eyes closing as she tried her best to remain sitting up. "It'll just make me feel worse. I'm always bein' stupid."

The most worrisome part to her was the fact that Hiyori honestly didn't know if she could change. Probably couldn't, even.

"I don't deserve t'be part of the vai," she mumbled, body tilting from side to side before falling forward against him, familiar warmth barely registering in her voice by that point.

"S'okay, s'okay, these wounds... not as bad... as yers."

Hiyori could feel her fingers curl weakly into the fabric of his pants before everything began fading to black.

Seemed like she had been spending a lot of her time like that lately.

Hiyori's words stung, since he knew she felt like she didn't belong because of him, and that wasn't true at all. She belonged every bit as the rest of them, if not more.

"I told you not to say stupid shit," he told her as he reached down and scooped her up in his arms. Cradling her there for a moment with one arm in picked up both their zanpakutou and tucked them in his belt.

"Nobody leaves the vaizard," Kensei murmured to her. "You should know that..."

Carrying the girl gently in his arms, Kensei began to move out of the tunnels and back to their apartment. She would probably bitch at him later for it but he wasn't going to leave her side until she was better. Physically and... well, and in whatever other ways she was hurting.

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