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Rihiku Hitsugaya

Might controls everything. That is what the eldest Hitsugaya brother believed in. His hands held the very power to prove to everyone that he was now one of the strongest warriors to ever have lived. His resolve was strong enough to push him to the limits and wield his sword not for justice or order but for pride and control. Rihiku was not a man of mercy. he was not a man of weakness and he certainly was not a man to walk away from a challenge. He was what his brother could never have hoped to become. His fangs have shred both good and evil. His claws have torn apart the wicked and struck down the righteous. He was the only authority this world needed.

However now, after so long of solitude and isolation he has walked back into the light. Rihiku's swords thirst for more. He knows that in his heart, someone out there was better than him. Someone knew how he could improve his skills even further. His dream of might would become reality if he could learn to master the fighting style of other skilled swordsman and women. So, Rihiku's goal became clear to him. Find those that may prove a challenge and duel them. That is now this lonely mans life.

You could say there was a time when he had feelings. You could say there was a time where he thought he had something in life worth living for. Once you have that taken away, what do you have but nothing? It drives people crazy but luckily for him, he could still hold a sword. He could drown out the hollow within his soul and he could stride onwards towards perfection. Nothing else in this world would be better than that.

Karakura town. Where else would you start looking for the best swordsman around? People flocked her in vast quantity. Surely one person here would be capable of holding their own against the fangs of the Frozen Betrayer. Rihiku walked down the busy road. The daylight was blinding and the humans were busy doing their daily routine. Rihiku cared little for anyone in his way. He knocked people over that didn't look where they were going. He walked across the road, cars swerving around him to avoid crashing. This man would find what he was seeking and nothing would distract him. The sword is his life. Nothing more, nothing less.

Rihiku Hitsugaya

The people in this town were smart to avoid this man. Many had started to see him coming and move out of the way, even a few in fear as his stride and general fierce appearance could send shivers down the spine of a dinosaur. His sheer ignorance for the people around him would usually get you yelled at or even attacked but nobody had the guts to. They all simply jumped aside and apologised. Even the people in cars were stopping for him and hoping he would just walk slightly faster so they didn't need to worry about him anymore. Just from walking around, Rihiku's reputation can be seen.

There are reasons for the way that this male acted. He had no time for the people around him because they were not what he was looking for. Not a single one was equipped to battle. Nobody was looking towards the sky in case the hollows attacked. Everyone was just going about their daily lives as though they were oblivious to the dangerous around them. RIhiku was half tempted to make an example of one of them, but he didn't get very far with that idea as he managed to walk right into the path of a small girl who just wasn't looking where she was going. Rihiku's chest barged straight into her shoulder and she was knocked back slightly.

Weirdly enough, the last person that Rihiku stormed through was send to the ground and slid backwards a few yards. This girl however slammed her foot down and held her ground to make sure she didn't fall down. She was the first to even attempt to keep their footing as the rest just decided the floor would be safer than standing in his path. Rihiku was curious enough to sweep his eyes over the girl.

She was definitely short. Like, real short. Was that just because Rihiku was so tall though? She was below 6ft that was for sure. He could guess that she might be around 5'8 or smaller. She had blonde hair but hid the rest of her features with her cloak. What did such a girl have to hide with an attire like that? It was just then that Rihiku might have found his answer. On her back was one hell of a sword. It was huge for someone of that stature. He quickly put two-and-two together and sussed that this girl must have been more than she was putting out.

How could somebody so small be capable of swinging something so large. Well, compared to the size of somebody much taller the sword wouldn't be too absurd but on her it looked too out of place to be considered normal.

She bowed to him, apologising for walking into him but he didn't care. She was just trying to move the event on as though it never happened so that the two could continue on with their day. Rihiku wasn't going to let her do that. Turning back after taking a few steps past her, the male reached out with his right hand hidden within a fingerless leather glove and gripped her shoulder. He then spoke, his actions drawing the attention of passers by but not a single one even thinking of stopping him.

"That sword. Who are you girl? Why do you carry this weapon?"

Rihiku's grip was strong and he had no intention of letting her leave without explaining herself. From behind, he could not see that she was donning a suit of battle armour but his hand on her shoulder was leading him to believe she was wearing something sturdy beneath that cloak. His eyes quickly trailed off to the people around him. Any of of these fools could end up being a security guard or yet another soldier. he didn't have time for anyone else after seeing this girl.

"Hold your tongue for now girl. Come with me."

Rihiku Hitsugaya

Rihiku really had a way with words, especially when it comes to women. Anybody could tell he was no push over and clearly lacked any empathy or even showed any signs of consideration for the people he confronted. His grip was harsh, as though he was already trying to win a minor victory against this young woman. She will not deny his request. Although, his methods were clearly not going to get through to her. He would have to take a different approach. He removed his claw-like grip on her shoulder and took a few paces back, not taking his eyes of her and not blinking.

"My apologies"

Rihiku came to a halt four steps later and stood about 2 metres away from her. His sword was clearly visible in his left hand, not strapped to any part of his body. It was a relatively long weapon with a white scabbard to house his legendary Zanpakutō: Haikenmaru. From a short distance, Rihiku's features would become more noticeable. His blue jacket was worn neatly, creating perfect symmetry down the center of his body. It was clearly well kept as there was not a single crease, mark or speck of dirt to be seen. Underneath this though, seen through the gap in the center would be his rather ambiguous armour. Not many have managed to understand just how powerful it is, but similar to the girls armour, it would easily be capable of protecting the man from what would otherwise be fatal damage.

Rihiku was aware that his actions were not entirely called for but he has always been the type to reach out and take whatever it is he wants before asking questions. When it comes to random people he needed to take more precautions. His efforts have been shot down before and this girl looked like she might do the same.

"I do not mean any harm. I am searching for someone to help me."

There was a moment where Rihiku paused and his eyes moved to the girls weapon of choice.

"That weapon you wield interests me. There must be much more to you than I thought at first glance. That is why I stopped you."

Rihiku's eyes were locked onto her sword. It certainly interested him. How does she use it? How can she lift it? How would she go about combating an opponent with it? So many questions rung through his mind.

"Allow me to eliminate my current title of Stranger. My name is Rihiku Hitsugaya and I must ask this of you. Draw your blade and duel me. I wish to see how you fight. However, we are within the confines of this city thus..."

Rihiku looked to his left for a moment. His posture froze for a second as if something was wrong. Suddenly, he flinched and was now looking back towards the girl.

"There is an empty courtyard no more than a mile to the east of us. If you would be so kind as to help me in my task, I would like to take you there to spar."

The flinch was actually a result of Rihiku using his incredibly speed. He had within the span of blinking used his speed to traverse several nearby rooftops and scope the area for an optimal location to fight. Rihiku's speed was a sight to behold if you could actually follow it. The cold male looked towards the girl, still somewhat aware of his arrogance. he sighed, realising that all of his efforts were likely in vain.

"I will not force you to take part in an event you do not wish to be included in. If you must leave then do so but first, allow me to ask you your name."

Maybe if she responded well, he would still have a shot. If she declined his request and this as well, then Rihiku would no longer have any interest in her.

Rihiku Hitsugaya

The tall male's sapphire eyes were locked onto the girl with no intention of moving. In fact, his blinking itself had become infrequent. Only once every 30 seconds or so as time passed. It served to show the girl his unwavering interest. His almost mad scientist-like obsession with swords. Most people would be intimidated by this expression. His posture was strong and his grip was tight on a scabbard tied to his hip. The blue walls of his swords home matched the colour of his long coat and it too was decorated with brilliant white and gold markings. However these were much more dragon-like in appearance. However one might not notice that at first glance as his gloved hand hid most of the fine work.

Rihiku at this point had realised that his approach was definitely not the way to go as the girl was much younger than many he had approached before. Her reactions would likely differ as well. Dealing with anything that wasn't an adult always proved difficult for him as his words were very forward and blunt. His time was simply being wasted if she declined so he had no interest in staying much longer if she was not prepared to help him. This was confirmed when she stated her name and nothing more. 'Fantasia Nevermore'. He did not recognise the name in the slightest but his first impressions were somewhat magical and mysterious. She definitely held many secrets behind that sword. He was certain of it. However he would not understand those today. Fantasia's answer came with no follow up. She merely stated a name and reclaimed silence. Because of this, Rihiku decided that this conversation was over.

"Thank you Miss Fantasia. Your uneasiness comes as no surprise and I apologise. I shall take my interest elsewhere."

With that said, Rihiku turned his back to Fantasia and began to walk away. Just then, something would stop Rihiku in his tracks. he could not continue has the hand grasping his sword became agitated. In a few moments, the sword had begun to glow a vibrant blue hue, much brighter in colour that before. As though it had a mind of it's own, the scabbard and blade shot out from Rihikus grasp towards fantasia, spinning in the air as it did so. As it got close however, it's speed dropped dramatically and the sword dipped down towards the ground. The glowing shape of a scabbard and sword quickly moulded itself into the bright blue silhouette of a woman. This glow slowly faded, and the detail of her figure could be seen.

She was a young looking woman just short of Rihiku's towering height. She wore a dark blue dress that exposed her legs and hardly covered her bottom. The wind certainly wasn't doing her any favours. Her dark blue colour scheme continued with her knee length boots with laces tangled all the way up them. her hair was long but tied into a pony tail on the top of her head in such a way that it created a spiky effect down to her shoulders. Her look was then completed with her dark blue eyes that looked like they were taken straight from Rihikus but with a much more noticeable tint.

This young woman had landed quite close to Fantasia and would likely come as a shock. Not many people have the ability to turn into swords and some might even consider her as a completely separate entity to Rihiku. This assumption was wrong however as she leant forwards so she was on eye level to Fantasia, only a few centimetres from her face then looked over her shoulder to call out to Rihiku who had stopped walking but had not made the effort to turn.

"You need to work on your people skills you idiot. You can't just scare a girl in the streets and walk off like it never happened."

She clearly wasn't afraid to smile and break the ice. She then turned back to Fantasia and stood up straight. She had gotten a good look at her and was obviously not the type to keep her mouth shut, regardless of the situation.

"Sorry about my master. He might look, talk, eat, sleep and generally be a jerk but deep inside... well... yeah he is a jerk. there's nothing deep inside that heart of his other than ice."

The woman smirked, obviously happy with the chance to comment on Rihiku's cold nature. The male was not entirely pleased with this however as he turned to face the woman. He did not show a proper look of frustration or anger as if this was something he had gotten used to.

"Haikenmaru. Once again you interfere by sticking your curious nose into other peoples business. If I had wanted your help i would have asked for it. Now let us go before we cause any more of a disturbance here."

The girl that Rihiku had called Haikenmaru turned to the cold man and stomped the ground with her right boot, pouting. Her words and behaviour certainly reflect the exact opposite of Rihiku's nature. Where he was cold, blunt and smart she was quite cheerful, childish and wore somewhat revealing outfits. Maybe this was his perfect partner?

"Hey! G-get back here!" she called out after him as he decided to continue walking away. Haikenmaru remained at fantasia's side, a little puzzled about what to do.