Your own personal demon [darkfunnel/Ame]

Still nothing. According to some reports this region was ideal to go hunting for them. Today, though, it seemed as if someone should have sent those reports to them. No one was here. It was such a quiet day it could have been described as beautiful, wasn't it just the opposite of what Hanako had hoped for.

She wandered a bit aimlessly, a part of her lost in thought. Since she had entered the world of the living something on the back of her mind had begun itching. As if she was supposed to remember something. But as far as she knew she never had been to the world of the living before.

After a while Hanako realized that this expedition had been for naught and was a stupid idea to begin with.
Hanako turned around and wanted to head back. She was at the foot of a small hill, old train tracks next to her, half covered by leaves and dirt. Suddenly she saw a figure come out between some trees. Hanako cursed herself in her mind. She should have noticed!

Her hand was already on the hilt of her sword and the blade half drawn when she froze. A puzzled expression was on her face when she somewhat relaxed and her sword was resheathed with a audible sound.

"Huh, you're no hollow. Sorry." She said and it did sound just a tad disappointed.

Then she took a closer look. The woman before her looked almost human and had no visible mask-fragment on her. She was considerably smaller than Hanako, about a foot, give or take. Her hair was long, very long, and black which. Her clothes and figure (her curves could definitely be considered sexy, mortal or not), all were quite human. But there were her eyes and her aura. Now that Hanako had a few moments to adjust she could feel it. Definitely not human. And if she was shinigami she was like none she ever met. But there were a bunch of races Hanako only knew from textbooks.

"You're no shinigami and no mortal either, are you? Who are you?" She asked.

Hanako herself was wearing her normal, sleeveless shihakusho, the sword on her left hip. Her dark-red dyed hair was braided to keep it out of her face, which itself was only adorned by a little bit of eye-makeup. There couldn't be any bigger contrast in her appearance to the other woman. While Hanako was by no means ugly or unattractive, quite the contrary, she was simply too pragmatic to waste much time on her looks.

Presently her stance was wary, but hear sword remained sheathed and her right hand hung seemingly relaxed at her side. She didn't know the other woman, didn't know who or what she was and what her intentions were. However, she did know that the beautiful looks and her small physique had probably no correlation whatsoever to her powers. But still, no red alert yet.