Operation: Shadow Purge [CHICAGO: WEST SECTOR EVENT]

"Ahaha, ahahaha! Daddy?"

A small boy had been running through the streets of Chicago, without a care in the world. His father had brought the group here on business, but something had come up, it seemed. Ah well, that just meant that Rasuca could go and play by himself. "Daddy gone... hmm... not fun." He decided, turning his mouth downwards. It was quite impressive that he was able to speak the way he was. After all, he was not yet four years old. "I want..." The boy thought to himself, rubbing his chin before blinking.

His eyes shimmered, glowing. Multiple energy signatures appeared within the boy's field of vision... and all of them seemed hostile. "Uh oh..." He let out, before bringing his fingers to his chin, much as he always watched his father do when those kinds of people were approaching. Threats, that was. Rasuca's tiny fingers wrapped around beneath his lip and around his chin, gently stroking.... and then his eyes began to change, a smile forming on his face.

The magic circle-esque tattoo on his hand glowed, while Rasuca's eyes became completely black in color, his mouth grinning. I can adapt to this, haha. The child thought to himself, not able to speak that way, but certainly able to think it. His face was now stuck smiling until the black faded away. He had seen enough. Chaos, this was. Madness, this was not. His eyes returned to their ringed state once again, allowing for him to look in every direction...

"Hehe, over there." The child muttered, before chuckling as his bottom lowered down onto the ground. As he did so, energy began to flow out of his body, wrapping itself like a cocoon around the lower part of himself. This strange top-like influence lifted him up into the air, spinning him around constantly as he closed his eyes in the beauty of the feeling. "Wheeee!" He let out as his top made a beeline for the other high powerlevel he had detected... that of a strange lady.

Rasuca did not recognize this woman; she was not in any of his Father's stories. That meant it was up to him to find out her name! "Hi, hi. My name's... Ra... ra... Rade!" He explained to the woman as he went caterwauling past, the discus of energy running out as Rasuca's body began doing small backflips, before he finally came to a stop, laying on his back. The small child was clad in white pajamas, and his hair was a bright silver. The most striking thing, however, was his eyes. Those deep blue eyes, like the final part of the ocean, occasionally rippling with orange and white rings.

"Do you wanna play a game?!" He asked the girl, seeing how energetic she was. But, as the hostiles began to approach, Rasuca began to frown. "No... too many..." He said sadly, before pulling back his wrist...

A watch made out of black material erupted, surrounding his body with light, before an explosion of mist popped out the top.

"Well... hello." Still not an adult, but definitely no longer a child... a preteen was now standing before the woman, looking over at the zombies. "So I get to play the game? Great. What do you say we play... how many can be finished off?" He asked her with a smile.

This was Rasuca Desavarsit Hebi, aged thirteen. Pushing his palms together, he then leaned forwards, placing them on the ground. "Here, I'll start!" He explained...

As a wave of earthen spears molded from the ground, spiral energy flowing from Rasuca's body as they wound earthen coils beneath each spear. Then, the multitude of dozens of spears launched outwards, slamming into the horde with wild abandon as their owner laughed away. "I wonder if they taste good..." The boy said aloud, slightly opening his mouth as he walked past the wolf girl once again, moving towards the zombies, before pausing and glancing at her.

"I bet you would... but Father said not to just take from anyone. These humans have lost all reasoning, haven't they?" He asked, stretching. This strange boy, still in white pajamas, gently began to move his hands in circles at his sides...

"They just want to eat us... they want it badly... its great... so like they want to do to us... maybe we should drain them dry..."

Rasuca's body did not seem to give off a terrific amount of spiritual power. But it would be strange if he was analyzed. After all, he stank of Arrancar, of Hollow... but also of the Iramasha. He was the world's one and only Arrancar Iramasha. Around his body, a trailing eyeball that was shut tight lightly hovered in the air, the tendrils that suspended it sliding into his body through various holes in his clothes.

That eyeball, on the other hand.. absolutely felt cursed. But as long as it stayed closed, there would be no problems. The tattoos on the back of both of Rasuca's hands were shining, his two primary weapons. While this Rasuca still did not know what he wanted to do in life, he could still alchemize basic objects with those hands. For now, he was going to sit back and wait to see what would unfold on this battlefield.

He was the Heir to Hebi Laboratories. This place would become his operating table, and its inhabitants the results of his own studies. After all, he would likely end up consuming at least one of these 'zombies', in order to understand the infection which had overtaken them. Perhaps strangest of all, like the wolf girl, he did not seem to feel any fear whatsoever. He was young, but serene.

He did, however, plan on winning the game he had proposed, if she accepted it...