another day another patrol.

Namine speaking
Voice in namine's head

Namine decided it was about time that she went on patrol of the area. She had not done so in quite some time and she felt it was due. She could not help but smile as she talked to her friend with a soft nod of her head. Yes I can see that. I mean with everything that was going on here lately everyone seems to be loseing their heads with this whole war thing. To me the war is rather pointless with how everything seems to just lead to more death in the end. Life breads death you know. Be it through the hollow's and others that must feed to live or through those who feel death is nothing more then a means to an end. They all work for an agent of death of sorts. Just the agent is always something rather different then one wants to expect.

She could not help but sigh as she nods her head and gently bites her lower lip. I know but I have to admit I do not like the idea of war. Everyone thinks war is the only way to do things when you should just talk out your proublems. I like to avoid war if it is at all possible. It is not a place I would belong in the end. As they spoke three hollows ended up showing up. Namine could not help but frown as she looked around at the three of them. They did not really look to be all that powerful so she knew she could take them out rather easily. Sorry looks like we will have to discuss this some more later we have some company. She said with a soft smile as she looked at the hollows standing around her as she held her hand outward as her bow slowly began to form within her hand. As the bow formed the hollows quickly began to dart at her. She bearly managed to avoid the attacks from the three foes as she moved to get to higher ground. She used the arms of each hollow as it attack to leap further and further into the air.

As soon as she reached the apex of her final jump she charged a single arrow. The arrow was a pure white and she fired it at the last hollow that attacked her. The arrow pierced the hollow right between the eyes and it slowly vanished within a white light. As soon as she landed she fired a second white arrow at the second hollow that attacked. This arrow pierced it right in the forhead as well and it to disappeared within a white ligh. As she stared at the remaining hollow so could not help but smile as she ran towards it. As soon as the hollow threw a punch at her she avoided the attack and slowly jumped up to meet it. She then formed her final white arrow at shot it point blank into the hollows forehead This in turn judged the hollow and it to disappeared within a white light. Ohh boy that was interesting. Was not expecting to find three. Yes they do seem to me more active tonight I wonder why? Namine shrugged as she spoke. Who knows but in anycase they are gone for now anyway.

Ah, flight. Something only a select few can do. Henrex was one of them. He was flying high above the trees, skimming his chest across the forest canopy. This was bliss. It always felt so amazing to fly high in the skies, free from the bonds he had on the ground! His scarf rippled in the wind as he flew over the forest of Karakura. This was...incredible! He had never felt so much freedom from flying like this before! His speedy flight began to slow. His Cyberbrain had detected something. Someone was here. Crap. Henrex quickly began to descend behind a tree, hiding himself from view. He slowly peeked around the corner of the tree. Hollows....and a Quincy. The Shinigami's enemy. But....they weren't exactly Henrex's enemy. He had no quarrels with the Quincy. He honestly didn't really care.

But this wasn't exactly a time for pleasantries. He hated people seeing the set of wings on his back, since he was afraid many would insult him and other types of bullying. It's the reason he covered himself, too. His body was horribly scarred from the fire he was in when he died. The scars still remained with him to this day. Not only that, but his body was covered with strange tattoo-like markings. Henrex was always a very shy person, especially when it came to his body. He didn't like showing himself off. Instead, he enjoyed being the sneaking type. He was quiet, both verbally and literally. he made zero sound most of the time, even when walking.

Henrex slowly tried to make his way out of the forest, without alerting the Quincy....CRACK! A twig. The small branch snapped loudly as he stepped on it, making Henrex freeze. There was no way he hadn't been spotted. He instinctively reached for his scarf with his left hand, tightening the hold of it around his mouth and nose. His hands were black, covered by climbing gloves. If the Quincy would attack....he would have to fight his way out. His right arm now slowly reached for his sword, gripping the hilt and keeping it ready to draw. A small tuft of his black hair fell in between his eyes, but Henrex didn't budge. He wouldn't move. A single. Muscle.

Namine could not help but hear the twig crack as she quickly turned to aim her bow to where the noise came from. She took note that it appeared to be human of sorts so she instinctively put her bow away. Umm who are you? I do not recall seeing you around here before. Though then again I have not really been doing my patrols like I was supposed to. She did not seem to care about his look at all. In fact it did not even seem to phase her. You know there is a mush more important question you should be asking. Like why is a shinigami hiding? After all its not like they are all that big a secret to us. Yea that is rather odd. But anyway hes not really hiding he's more like a wannabe statue I think? ohhhh or maybe one of those toy things you get from those meals for the children? She said as she tapped her chin.

In anycase she knew she had to fid out why mr statue was acting like a statue. I am namine. And you do not need to do whatever it is you are doing? we can talk all normally and stuff after all. I am not really the type who likes to talk to people pretending to be a statue... She said with a soft smile as she closed her eyes. before slowly opening them yet again. And besides. You do not see many shinigami trying to act like a statue when they see a stranger. Though I suppose that's a good thing in your mind somehow? Yea that is true he may just be shy around ladys.. then again that would be rather odd in more ways then one I suppose. Though this does make for an interesting encounter. Or are we not going to do anything to make him even more uncomfortable... Though I do say you should give him a hug. Ohhh that's a lovly idea I think I will do that.

After saying that she slowly made her way over to the newcomer and if she was able to get close enough she would give him a big hug. She would not may attention to anything else. Her mind was focused upon giving a hug to the would be statue man.

Henrex instinctively spread his wings as the woman drew closer, ripping his sword halfway from the sheath, his eyes widening. He wasn't taking any chances. He clenched his teeth under the scarf, sliding his left foot backwards, moving into a combat stance. His grip tightened on his sword as she drew even closer. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to embrace him quickly. Instead....he heard the sound of fabric rubbing together, and he felt the woman....hug...him.

Henrex's eyes slowly opened, seeing the girl's arms wrapped around him in a hug. His eyes widened as he could only....stare. Stare down at this girl. She had amazing red hair, and her clothes were...odd. Not something he saw normally on people. Henrex's face slowly turned red. He was blushing. He wasn't used to anyone showing him this kind of affection. His heart rate increased immensely. He felt his heartbeat in his chest. His arms were raised up, away from this girl. The sword he was gripping just moments ago now clattered to the ground, falling from the sheath. His wings, without even knowing, were wrapping around this girl. Was...he controlling them? Or was it....him? He continued to stay silent, before slowly moving his hand towards his scarf, covering his left eye with it. No one deserved to see his...past.

Henrex began to shake as he began to get more and more shy from this....action. This was not something Henrex was used to. He slowly tried to slide his foot over to get his sword back, but still didn't move his arms, nor his wings. He was only standing there, letting the girl hug him. There was little else he could do for this. His heart was still racing, and his wings were still wrapped around this girl. Henrex wasn't even sure if it was him controlling them...

Namine blinked as he pulled his sword out then he simply began to stare at her as she hugged him. she could not help but notice he was shaking. She had forgotten a certin flaw with her outfit. If any part of the males skin was exposed in the area's that her outfit would have touched The male would discover something odd. He would discover that in those area's he would swear that he was feeling skin on skin contact and not skin on fabric contact. She had forgotten about this but it did not really seem to bother her any. She soon broke the hug as she looked to him with a sligh tilting of her head.

Ohh that's pretty wings. Do you always hide them? or do you just keep them hidden for show later? Yea that's rather odd it seems like he does not like them. He really should keep not keep them hidden there seems to be no real point in hiding them. Namine noded as she backed away till she was a few feet away. That is true but in anycase Its nice to meet you mr statue man. Well like I said I am namine... I would say its a pleasure to meet you but I do not really think you can say we met when you just stare at me like that.

Henrex took a shaky breath as the woman backed away, before he picked up his sword and slid it back into the sheath. His wings began to retreat behind him once more. She....liked...his wings? That..was a first. He was always afraid people would laugh at him for having something like this. She....seemed to...like it. Henrex began to blush again from the compliment, since he wasn't used to this either. He was a very....isolated person. His wings slowly spread once again, revealing them once more, and his head turned diagonally, facing the ground. "I-I'm....Henrex..." He stuttered, his eyes facing Namine's direction.

His eyes flickered form the ground and back to Namine. He was even more nervous now than he was before. He slowly moved his hand away from his sword, before standing up straight, still nervous. "I-It's nice to meet you....Namine-chan." He managed to force out, before he looked away again. He didn't really know what to do. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't exactly scared, but he was also nervous. He never knew what to say to girls. He always isolated himself, due to the scars and tattoo markings all over his body. "S-Sorry for staring...I just...don't really know what to say..." Henrex slowly moved his hand to the back of his neck, and rubbed it. Anxiety. That was what coursed through Henrex's mind and body at the moment. He wasn't sure what to do..

Namine could not help but stare at hima s she tilts her head to one side. Well normal speak tends to work for me? then again I am not really one who always thinks before I act. You can say that again. I try and try to tell you not to do something. But you always tend to ignore me when I say no. Its like your trying to cause trouble for yourself. She could not help but giggle as the voice in her head told her of all the times she had not listened to it Yes I know I am not a very good listener when you say things. Then again in my defence that patrol did happen to be just as interesting as this one was. only then we did not meet a statue man named henrex then.

The voice could not think of anything to say to that. it had no words wich was rare to ever happen. She then shook her head and looked into henrex's eye. Ohhhh whats wrong did you loose the other eye in some tragic story? Or did you trip and poke it out? I have almost done that a lot as I was growing up. Yes and about 10 times within the last week as well. I keep telling you to watch where you step when your excited but as I said before you never listen. You are like a child in a candy store most the time! Okay okay no need to yell sheesh and yes I am I am naturally curious I have to check on things that peek my intrest its one of my many strong talents?

She said with a giggle before paying more attention to henrex. Sorry about that the voice in my head does so love to tell me when I am being a pain in its butt. So I never really hear the end of it.

Now it was Henrex's turn to tilt his head. Voice? Who just randomly had a voice in their head? He thought of the virus within his Cyberbrain. Kajet. He could be considered that too. Since he hand the tendency to whisper to him. It was annoying, but it was also irritating. It shows that he wasn't alone when it came to voices. Henrex looked at Namine, before his mouth under the scarf....formed into a small...smile. A smile. That was rare. It seemed that Henrex was so depressing and sad all the time, that no one could ever make him smile. Well, this girl did. She was...cute. Her demeanor....her hair....her smile...it made him...happy.

Henrex looked at her, his eyes turning sad. She probably wondered why he was so....oddly dressed. He certainly was not dressed like a normal Shinigami would, taking into context the scarf and gloves that covered everything on his body, minus his right eye. "I'm sure...you're wondering why I am so...oddly....dressed..." He whispered, his voice distant. It was almost as if Henrex's voice was part of the air....gently breezing through...his voice seemed so distant...almost as if he were detaching himself from the world. Henrex slowly reached his hand over where his left eye would be. "I have....a very....scarring past....both metaphorically....and literally..." His hand draped over the scarf that covered his eye, showing that he was...afraid of showing her.

He didn't want to scare her. The left side of his face was a creepy sight. Horrible scars all over the left side of his body, both from burns and from multiple weapon wounds. Not exactly a sight that is the worst to see, but considering that this girl was a Quincy, she might not have seen the full extent of the shit that goes on in the realms. Demons, Sueki, and so many more.....all of them, fucked up in their own way. This girl seemed so....innocent though....he didn't feel right scaring her with something like his disfiguration....should he show her?

Namine slowly nods her head as she giggled. She was not entirely sure how to say all the things that had happened to her. I can understand that. I have had alotta stuff happen to me to. Mostly good. Some things that were downright odd. I mean after all who ever has found a outfit in a random cave that talks to you? I mean that's just crazy right? You do realize talking about talking clothing might make you sound even crazier then saying the voice in your head is being a douche pretty much? I mean why would you say something like that? Namine soon paused as she tilted her head to one side. She had no idea what kind of person would say something like that then it hit her like a ton of brick. Honest people of course silly I mean who does not actually say what happened. I mean it does not sound at crazy as saying I found and put on said talking clothing and now I can not remove them. I mean that sounds much worse. true but much worse.

She said as she moved her hand to try to remove the over coat of her outfit but her hands passed right through it and she ended up having her hands run across the nape of her neck. She then shook her head a she looked to Henrex. Sorry the voice was saying I was crazy for being honest with you. I mean I do not know why after all the truth at times can be crazier then a lie. After all I found this outfit in a cave that had some kind of strange maze thing in it. I found it way to awesome and fun to pass up so I found my cross and the outfit in that crazy cave. And well I have been the way I am now ever sense.. Though you you should not bottle things up. After all things always become worse unless you have someone to talk to about things that bother you. I always have someone to talk to now so I never really have any bad feelings.

I can tell its way to happy go lucky in here.. I mean some things I can stand but why the hell do you have a unicorn with bunny ears in your head? its disturbing! hey my unibunny is not disturbing its creative. After all when we find a real live one you will eat those words. She said as she just seemed to pout as the voice made fun of her imaginary creatures she made up in her head.

Talking....outfit? Someone....to...talk...to? Henrex became more and more confused from this. How...could clothing....talk? Impossible.....but, then again...he had seen stranger. Bottle....things up? Why shouldn't he? No one cared about him. He was....alone. There was very little, if anyone who cared. No one would care if he wanted to talk. But, soon....he smiled again. The girl was pouting. It was....cute. Henrex closed his eyes, smiling. This girl...was...interesting. A unibunny? He had never heard of such a thing. But, perhaps such a thing DID exist.

He slowly walked towards the girl, before his hand gripped tighter on the lip of the scarf, then moved it, revealing his other eye. It was a gut-wrenching sight. All around the eye was burns and scars, with all the damage done to it leaving iris grey, with the center of it being black. The smallest reminder of what the eye was. The scars trailed down the left side of his face even under the scarf, showing that there were many more where that came from.

This...was why Henrex hid himself. Including his eye.

It was disgusting to those who viewed it. But...to him, it was the permanent reminder of his past. The past he always tried to remember....but also forget. He wanted to remember the good times, such as all the skills he had previously....but he wanted to forget the worst moments...his mother's death....his best friend betraying him....his own death. It was depressing. Henrex would be forced to live with it forever. His eyes now looked towards the ground, his expression darkening. "This....is...the permanent reminder of my past...a cute and innocent girl like you doesn't deserve to be burdened by any more of my problems...." Henrex said bitterly. His voice was growing hoarse. It pained him to talk about his past like this. Now that he had shown her this, what would she do? What would she say?