Under the Moonlight [open]

His skills were not good enough as they were now. They had to be honed. Mayonaka needed a good fight to improve himself. He wanted to practice his Kido, and he needed to improve with his Shikai. So he had come to the forest, in search of something to fight. Maybe he could find a hollow, or someone whom also wanted to train. It mattered not, so long as they put up a fight.

Spiking his spiritual energy, Mayonaka waited where he was, wondering if anybody was nearby to even sense his presence. Surely someone would come, people who liked to fight usually came to the source of a spike in spiritual energy. Even if not to fight, but from sheer curiosity at what had happened. "But who shall come.." he said quietly to himself.

The evening sun would be going down soon, all the better for him. The sky was cloudy, occasionally covering the sun and making for patches of shade. With these clouds in the sky, the sunset would be very beautiful. Maybe he could watch it, if nobody showed up soon. It was a quick shunpo to get above the trees nearest him, where he could see the sky more clearly. Reishi under his feet suspended him in the air, so that he could watch the sky. It was becoming a faint colour of red as the sun was getting lower in the sky. Soon it would be gone, where it would be replaced by it's relief: the moon.

Very patiently, he waited there above the trees. He was not in any sort of rush, he could wait. Standing in the light growing more and more red, he watched the sun, as it drifted towards the horizon, a beautiful display of the wonders of nature. The trees danced slightly in the wind, a bird flew by overhead. Such a peaceful place, nature was. It was too bad that it would be disrupted soon, he thought. Spiking his spiritual energy once again, he waited, wanting to see how the evening would unfurl.

Akallas had just left the city and entered
the forest in search of a kill. This forest was like the one he had been in
when he was training with his powers. It was nice, damp, cool, and very nice. I
could take a nap here without killing someone, that would be nice. No energy
spend. Akallas smiled deviously at the thought of it. Now all he needed to do
was find a very good spot to sleep on and it will be dreamland time. But he
stopped when he sensed reiatsu. His eyes narrowed. He just hated it when
someone ruined his mood. Akallas took out a small tube of blood and spilled it
on the ground. Then he walked and the blood on the ground followed him like
loyal dogs.


Akallas jumped up into the air, up into the trees and landed on a branch. He
scanned the grounds and he found his target. It was a shinigami. Shinigamis
were very good with their blood, if they don't manage to run away. And it was
soon going to be night, so blood would not be seen. What a luck! Perhaps not. 'Let's just watch for a while...' he thought as he moved his bloods into position. Thankfully, the bloods had no detectable amount of reiatsu in them, so they won't be detected. He got himself into a very comfortable position and began to watch. He just hopes that it will provide some fun. Then he suddenly slumped. Lately, he hasn't killed anything. ANYTHING! He's going soft! SOFT! He all had these thoughts of killing, then he just suddenly not do it! Is he getting old? Well... he was old. He was pretty old. Really pretty old. For a human anyways. For a human he knows. He sighed. Gosh.

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The sun disappeared into the horizon. The wind blew around him, shifting the trees that he stood above. A flock of birds flew by in the sky. He enjoyed this forest, it was always full of things that made him feel at peace. Though sometimes it hid within it some very terrible things. Hopefully tonight would turn out to be a night like that, as Mayonaka rather wanted someone for which to help hone his edge.

From the corner of his eye, Mayonaka had noticed something jump into the tree a little ways away from him. He had not looked, not looking away from the horizon where he had watched the beautiful ceremony before him. Turning around, Mayonaka surveyed the forest around him, searching for anything that might be hiding. He wondered if anything actually was hiding, or if it was just his imagination that he had seen something.

Akallas kept his cool as the shinigami turned around. He didn't move or flinch at the shinigami's reaction. It was only natural for those with instincts to look where a sound comes from. Only instinct. But it was his fault. He had made a sound, something he usually doesn't make while stalking his prey. The blood on the ground, however, did move. They moved like rows of ants, encircling this clearing. As they moved, he would watch. Night, after all, was one of his favorite time of the day. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the shinigami's face. And the shinigami probably can't sense his reiatsu. Hopefully, and probably. But if he was to attack... he would die by the Melchsee's Door, clean and reiatsu conserving.

Mayonaka didn't see anything, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was there. He had attracted something, he just knew it. But what had he attracted? He couldn't sense any unusual quantities of Reiatsu in the area. He couldn't see anything either. What to do...

He had an idea. If he talked to whoever was there, they may respond. If nobody was there, then nothing would be lost. If something was, they would hear him. It was a very simple plan, but was the only thing he could think to do for the moment. The only rational thing anyway. "I know you are there, there's no sense in hiding yourself. Why not show yourself, so that we may talk?" he said in the directions he had heard the sound earlier.

Akallas remained very still. No need to fall for the trick. He wasn't even facing him. If he knew that he was really here, then he would certainly be facing him. So he waited in silence, watching and preying upon the shinigami. But as he waited patiently, his blood danced behind the bushes as if it was some alive monkeys. Palm-sized monkeys anyway.

Mayonaka always had the feeling of being watched. It bugged him. His attempt at drawing someone out had failed. He figured he would try something else. Seeing as he was alone in the forest, why not practice some Kido a bit. Saying the incantation for Kyokko, a 26 Bakudo, Mayonaka bent the light around him with the interesting Bakudo. He was now completely hidden from view, his presence was completely hidden.

If he was alone, he was merely practicing a very useful Kido for later use. If he wasn't, he was using a very useful Kido. If the other or others would not show themselves, then he would not himself. Standing there, he waited to see if anything would happen anywhere near him. The wind blew the trees around a bit, the moon made it decently light outside. Mayonaka could fix that soon enough, but for now it would help him.

Akallas almost cursed silently when he saw the shinigami use one of the familiar kidos. A kido that he hated in particular. Bakkudo 26 always made his hunting and 'investing' hard. 'Just wait, Aka, just wait. You can still smell his blood,' he told himself in 3rd person. But what he had said was true. He can still vaguely 'see' where he was and therefore he can still 'observe.' But that was too much of a hassle. It required that he have his focus on him at all times or he will miss out on what the shingami might be worth. Frustrating indeed. He hated that kido. 'This is a game of patience, Aka. WAIT!' he told himself again, mentally.

His blood continued their dance behind the bushes and the trees around the clearing.

Akallas looked up at the moon. It was the same moon that he had been looking up to since he had as a little boy back in the mid-twentieth century. It was still the same old moon. And so was he. Well, maybe aside from the bloodlust that he feels from time to time lately, but certainly not now.

Mayonaka had come here to fight. Now he had to decide, did he still want to fight? His opponent could not see him, and he could not see his opponent. His opponent was almost certainly not invisible though, unlike himself. Would he chance fighting the opponent he could not find though? He had come to train, but this was getting slightly absurd. He should not be luring out opponents, if he had time to kill then he should be protecting Karakura from the various threats that could appear there.

A thought occurred to Mayonaka. What if he didn't fight at all. What if he revealed himself, then just simply talked to whoever was there. He need not fight unless they chose to fight. And if they chose to fight then he supposed he would have no choice but to fight back. It seemed like a brilliant idea to him. Better then what he had been doing so far anyway. Letting the Bakudo he had used to conceal himself fade away, Mayonaka addressed the woods around him, not looking in any particular direction.

"I am Mayonaka, Lieutenant of the fifth division of the Gotei 13. If I might be so kind as to ask, who are you? And where might you be? It would be nice to have a face to talk to."

Hopefully this would not backfire on him. Though if he had to, he could flash step out of the way, he didn't want to have to do that. He had no idea where the person was, it would be hard to know where a surprise attack might come from.

Akallas sighed. This was going on forever and he had no intention of letting this go forever. He jumped out of the tree and landed on his leg and one knee, left and right. He slowly stood up and dusted the leaves and other things off of him. He looked at Mayonaka with plain eyes. Then he took a pose that friends would take when they scold their friends. "Man, why couldn't you just go ahead and do your stuff? I hate it when people do that," he said as his bloody circle stopped dancing. They soaked themselves into the ground and dissipated amongst the soil and the rocks. He looked at him with frustrated eyes now. Well, his plans had failed and he never had the intentions to KILL him, because he was too busy debating with himself about the condition of his mental health and why he was becoming much more .... normal. He, of course, didn't like that but he didn't like more was not giving full attention to the surrounding he had in front of him and the conversation that he had. So he pushed those thoughts aside. "Were you scared that someone might jump on you and rape you or something?" he asked casually as if the word rape didn't really have a significance and the fact that the person in front of him was a male, not a girl. He took note of that long before, but there was many homosexuals theses days that it had become common saying.