Who Could Love a Monster? (Private)

Sireshi Kitanzen

"How pathetic you humans can be."




A man could be seen walking down the streets of Downtown Karakura, a man in a black, skin tight shirt, baggy black jeans, and a long flowing black cloak that caught the breeze nicely. The cloak's red trim was elegant, disguising the commoner nature of the person within quite nicely. The cloak's hood was up, hiding the face underneath, save for the man inside's mouth, which could be plainly seen and was formed in a neutral sort of scowl. Like an arrogant bishop amongst his servants, he saw himself as high above the humans who surrounded him. His modified combat boots, made to be equal in attack power and style, but lighter and faster than regular combat boots, were doing their job nicely, making little to no sound as they hit the ground one after another.

The man turned a quick corner, narrowly avoiding running into a group of people before turning once more, into an alleyway this time. He progressed, walking down the length of the alley to a large cluster of dumpsters at the end of it. He looked around, this is where they were supposed to be, he thought...

He turned around quickly, sensing several presences behind him. His senses didn't fail him, there stood four humans, all equal in height, all equal in looking like hammered shit, and all equal in being the very scum of the earth. They approached the man, all of them with the same sneer on their faces. The first and second taking position to the direct left and right of the cloaked man, although about 6 inches ahead on either side. The third and fourth stood side by side behind them, effectively blocking the way out.

"Tell us where you hid it!" The first one demanded, "Yeah!" The second one interjected, "or we'll tell the boss! He won't be happy with you, punk!"

The third and fourth stood there, arms crossed in a pathetic attempt to be menacing. The cloaked man smirked, pulling the hood down to reveal a handsome face, appearing to be in his twenties or so. His shoulder-length, red-tinted black hair, now set free from the hood, was blowing softly in the afternoon breeze. His eyes had been closed the entire meeting from under the hood, and now that the hood was off, they snapped open, revealing stunning icy-blue eyes.

"Oh?" The man started softly, walking in between the first two thugs, suddenly turning to the one on the left, grabbing the thug by the arm, twisting his own body for momentum as he hurled the thug into the one on the right. He grinned, "I have no boss, I don't work with you people, and I didn't hide anything. I just love to kill pathetic scum like you humans, and your group were the best scum I could find." He laughed a little before stepping over to where the two men lay unconscious, reaching down with both hands and feeling behind their heads until he found their necks. "Ah, here we are." He said softly before jerking both hands suddenly to the right, snapping the necks of both men. He looked up, dusting off his hands on his jeans before glancing at the two remaining men. They were awestruck, frozen with fear in the alley.

The cloaked man stepped forward, "It's ok, it'll be all over soon." He smiled softly before slipping his hands into his cloak, quickly pulling them out again, one of his daggers in each hand. He smirked widely, jumping forward and stabbing both men through the head. He sighed, retrieving his daggers and piling all the bodies on top of each other. He quickly looked around before continuing, "Kokoro No Henka: First Stage. 30%" He said softly, quickly forming a ball of ice in his hand and dropping it on the bodies before resealing his powers, effectively cutting off the transformation. The cloaked man, Sireshi, turned, walking out of the alley and pulling his hood back up. No one would be able to trace that sudden blast of power to him..

And no one would be able to link the burning bodies in the alley to him, there was no evidence, save some water on the ground.

Would they?

Who possibly could?

Sireshi Kitanzen

"How pathetic you humans can be."



Sireshi walked calmly, why shouldn't he? There was no one out at this time of night. With the occasional left or right glance from his icy blue eyes, he proceeded down the street. This existence of his was a lonely one, he thought. Staring down at the sidewalk, he couldn't help but realize how alone he really was. Sure he had a commander position, sure he had thousands of humans around, but it wasn't what he needed. He needed someone who understood, he needed someone who could really be on his level.. Problem was.. he didn't even know what his level was anymore.

His step quickened, combat boots hitting the ground heavier than usual. He breathed in, the pungent tang of alcohol, death, and depression that is Karakura at night hitting his nose. He sighed, was this really his fate? Murdering and burning random drug dealers on the streets? Was he really destined to roam the city alone at night? There had to be something more.. What was he missing?

Sireshi didn't know, but was it just him or had his footsteps begun echoing? He stopped walking, a realization hitting him. He was being followed. He checked to make sure his hood was on correctly. At least he had the benefit of knowing they couldn't see his face, whoever they were.

Sireshi turned around quickly, immediately losing the air in his lungs as his hood fell off.

Standing in front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. What sorcery was this? Why would this woman be following him on a night like this. He suddenly realized his hood had fallen off, exposing his face to her, but he didn't care. He tilted his head, speaking softly as though this were a dream. "Tell me.. what is your name? And why are you following me?"

Sireshi Kitanzen

"How pathetic you humans can be."



Sireshi tilted his head as the woman spoke. He loved her voice, the sound of it was vaguely reminiscent of something from his past that he couldn't recall.

He slowly walked towards her as she spoke, responding in kind. "A pile of burnt bodies? I see. I left my mess lying around, it seems." He shook his head softly, sighing, "I figured someone might trace the burst of spiritual energy back to me, but it's my own fault for being careless." He spoke softly, "D.. Do you hate me for what I did?"

He shook his head, stammering as he worked his way around her to stop her leaving. He couldn't permit this woman to leave his presence yet, he had just met her after all. "No, no. Not at all." He smiled charmingly, "No bother at all, I understand curiosity." He smiled, "No intrusion, please, stay and talk with me." he offered kindly, motioning to a bench not too far from their current location. He began walking towards it, a thousand thoughts rushing through his head at one time. He sat down, glancing back to see if she had followed him.

Sireshi Kitanzen

"How pathetic you humans can be."



Sireshi looked at the stars calmly, putting his hands behind his head and gazing upward. They were beautiful, just as the woman had described. The bright of the day was giving way to the dark of the night, and the excitement of the rush that came with day was going with it. What remained was a serene city of peace. A nice sight, to be sure.

He looked over at the woman next to him, his face an unreadable mask, she was definitely a nice sight herself. How she had come to meet him this night, the circumstances of that, had to be fate. That or a cruel joke, Sireshi didn't want to think about it.

Sireshi glanced over as she asked him what he wanted to talk about. In truth, he didn't want to talk about a specific subject, he just wanted to talk to her. He'd think of something though,

He rubbed his chin with his finger for a second before speaking, "Hmm, how about we talk about ourselves for a little while?" He smiles softly, chuckling, "I guess I'll start, since you don't know much about me, or anything really." He gazed at the sky, biting his lip a bit as he composed his thoughts, then he spoke. "My name is Sireshi Kitanzen. I am what they call a Krusnik. I was one of the first humans on one of the first colonization missions sent to Mars. I was the only one in my group to make it back." He sighed, not wanting to say that the reason he made it back was because he had killed the others in his group. "I work for an organization that makes a business of having me cause fear and dismay. Hence the random burned bodies. They were drug dealers, so it's not like it matters too much." He shrugged, turning and smiling at the woman, "What about you?"

Sireshi Kitanzen

"How pathetic you humans can be."



Sireshi looked at her, drinking in her every word. She spoke of his name as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. He didn't know what was so special about it.. it was just a name.

Sireshi sighed as she asked the million dollar question, how he had burnt the drug dealers. He smiled softly at her, "To explain that would require a bit of backstory. Let me begin." He bit his lip again, a curious habit of his, as he once again gathered his thoughts.

"Ok, well I was on an expedition with a crew of three others. One other man, and two other women. We were convicts, prison fodder, sent to Mars to head the colonization effort. You may or may not have heard of it." He shrugged, continuing, "Well, we were given a box, the box contained four needles, all filled with a substance that looked vaguely like mercury." He sighed, "I was the outcast of the group, so I was chosen as the guinea pig. They knocked me down before I could do anything, and they injected me. I blacked out." His hands were shaking now, a tear falling from his icy blue eyes and hitting his leg, "I.. I woke up.. I don't know how long later and.. and they had put me in a body bag.. they thought I had died... I got mad and all I remember was screaming and burning and then they were... dead." He let out a small sob before wiping his face with his hand, it would do no good to cry now.

"I learned to control my power, over time." He nodded, regaining his composure, "And now I can use it very effectively. It releases in stages. Thirty percent, fifty percent, ninety percent, and one hundred percent power." He smiled brightly, "If you would like a demonstration, please, just ask."