The Cavern Prison

The quiet of the next day slowly loomed on the horizon, it seemed to be a busy day for those whom dared travel. His vision of what the other saw had become cloudy harder to see, messages of many had gone around for ages. Hakimaru had long since lost his hope for any saviors. Those didn't exist nothing was here to help him simply a struggle of staying alive. The smell of death was clear from this place, it ebbed the feeling that was given out. The clear feeling of death going through the entire cave, he'd grown so used to it. Hakimaru didn't know much of what was going on, some reports about Australia. The kido held strong on the cage he was put in as a boy but his father didn't anticipate the outcome. That the only person able to get to him was gone and any hope of using his son died. He wasn't sure where that bastard was, but if he got his hands on him he would surely kill him. His eyes opened as one appeared to be a white color from the kido blade his father struck with. The other was blue as the azure sky, it almost looked like a Tiger's eye. Though both eyes held that, the scar on his face showed deeply into the skin.

Unlike most wounds this one wasn't able to be healed by time or any means, the scar on his back was of the same nature. It could heal, but only just to the point it wasn't painful. Though seeing it was painful, but before his quiet thought process could continue. The annoying pain in his ass decided to pop up, yes Kazehime. The small girl walked over to him smiling largely as she looked over the cave and sat next to her wielder. "So Haki-kun, let's play some more, I wanna play right now...Oh look that's a new crack in the wall.." The sword had an rather easily distracted mind, Hakimaru simply rolled his eyes at her. A sound filled the air, someone was coming and they were coming this way to investigate the cave. Though they wouldn't do much good for them, Hakimaru stood up slowly as the girl disappeared. The fools coming were going to die, simply because this was his home. Reiatsu exploded from his body, his power was strong enough that the current of wind sliced through several of them before they could even enter.

His form glowed with power as he cracked his neck, adjusting his outfit a bit. Slipping it on now as he slowly got ready to fight. It was about time he and Kazehime got some entertainment, the last he got to fight was the hollows. This time it would be whatever canon fodder was sent at him. He'd killed several, his form walked forward. They entered some were members of an organization he didn't know much about. The Gotei 13 sent some hounds this way, they drew blades and pointed them at him. His gaze with fierce as the wind and as was his reiatsu. Taking a single step forward he went behind them having already done what he desired. He walked away, his cold gaze was angry as their Zanpakutō's cracked almost from his attack. " Leave now...Or DIE!" His pressure was crushing and the wind showed it as a tiger's roar was heard as he stared at them. Was this a kindness, yes it was for his sister and son worked in this place. Hakimaru heard his Zanpakutō tell him he was going soft, though she seemed happy about it.

Hakimaru didn't have a reason to hope or believe he was good, had they ignored his warning and stayed. They would of died, simple as that they barely escaped the Tiger's fury. His gaze looked from the people now taking in each thing, his cave had turned into a home of sorts. He sat on a stone bed shaped by the wind itself from his body. Those who enter had to beware, the prison cave had a single opening and he stared at it daily. Only one entrance and normally a singular exit, in a body bag. Whatever came next was for fate to decide, his frame sat still. The spell remained in place and perhaps for as long as it did. He wouldn't act, Tiamat and Tsukiryuu were better off without him. Those idiots who'd enter could of caused problems but something he would handle later.