Your Guard Was Down [Akira/Mirai]

Mirai Takamatsu

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

It would seem fate was offering Akira something more than he had anticipated.

There was a shock to his system after realizing a certain someone was operating within the same town as him once again, yet that cheery nature and overall aloofness indicated something was off perhaps? A benefit which most definitely kept such sharpness concealed for the time being and Akira put his own stealth expertise into effect, following Mirai with a certain venom to each step. A little go he abandoned his own gigai to have access to Rivu as this engagement would be vastly different.

."Hadō#4: Byakurai.”

He recalled her speed, so elected to use this brief advantage as she began to stride down the alleyway to ignite a streamlined lance of raw lightning. It coiled, moving whilst the same spell it most definitely felt different, more so as it reached the Shinigami the head would burst into a four pronged burst with an intent to pierce her left leg, parts of it atleast! That speed could be hampered and would easily bring about a far more even conflict, regardless Akira did let out a venomous statement with a slight smirk.

."Not too fun to be caught within a gigai is it? Mirai of the Stealth force.”

Mirai Takamatsu

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

."Tsk. Such crude insults, I was hoping for a little more etiquette from your ilk…No matter..”

Akira’s right hand shifted to the midnight blue hilt of his zanpakuto, slowly unsheathing it as he carried himself with a much different posture than before. Confidence. Intent. That was not the man she struck during their first injury, eventually letting the moist blade point to the stone below with a soft exhale, letting her get out of the Gigai was quite fine with him right now. It wasn’t until he halted about twenty foot away that the Shinigami offered more verbal commitment to this bout.

."You seemed a little aloof this day, they often say that to disturb the surface of a lake the ripples can have unforeseen consequences. You have no idea about the ripple you created that day.”

In a rather shocking twist of fate, Akira heard a rather soft hum come from Rivu. It was respect. The embodiment of the ocean held both patience but unbridled wrath once disturbed, finally his partner was learning the latter. Good. There even was a chimed excitement from Zathrusta as his golden iris stared daggers into Mirai.

Mirai Takamatsu

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

."You’re more important than you can comprehend.”

The Vizard retorted with a slight grin, a thrum of excitement moving throughout his body whilst adrenaline caused the heart beats to drum against the chest like a call to war. This was war. It wasn’t difficult to watch this bloodlust overtake Mirai, a rather feral strike toward the chest of which Akira elected to retort in kind, a step forward as she stumbled and ducking downward before thrusting the souls of his boots to dart him ahead!

It was the aim to let some of her blade slash through the right shoulders fabric, no doubt causing a little blood to be slashed in the process in exchange for the edge of Rivu to carve through her underarm flesh, hoping to functionally disable it in the process and come out on the other side facing his opponents back. The stance taken was easily read as a unique, bladearm extended infront of him whilst the left inches away from the crossguard.

As Rivu’s moisture was salt water, a wound from it might be a tad more painful.

."Ever since that day, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about anything else but you. I had lived in such a deluded world of safety, for a brief moment believing that the Soul Society had elected to grant me my freedom…Then you shattered it.”

Mirai Takamatsu

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

There was a satisfaction within his gold iris which stared at the injured Shinigami in front of him, a roaring maelstrom within the core that began to rise, even more so as the moisture in the surrounding air began to become more evident. Akira didn’t care for anything else right now, every brief moment of looking over his shoulder in terror of it being a member from that bloated organization being his last moment. It wasn’t going to be his final day, not any longer, everything he had built was for one purpose: Eradicate this blanketed weight that dragged him below.

Noticing the injury taking its toll granted him a brief moment of contentment, surgically debilitating the bitch was entirely his purpose. It was a shocking moment of defiance that slightly caught him off guard, an animalistic tsk releasing through gritted teeth before having to bring the blade back into the sheathe, matching her words with a burst of his own release. It was as the words left his mouth rapidly that the moisture in the surrounding area began to coalesce, rapidly fusing together in large spheres, four in fact. The first though concealed as his overcoat was soaked, spreading out whilst the other three forged in a triangular motion.

."Bring them peace, Rivu-aisan”

Only for her movement to land those needles into the shadow, causing his entire body to seize up and causing Mira’s form to effectively land behind him. The Vizard was caught, absolutely motionless and let that brief moment of victory sink in for the woman. Only for a violent stream of salt water to release from the overcoat, tendrils spiral out with the intent to slam her gut and form into the nearby wall, alongside releasing the needles from the shadow! Were she not careful, one even dared an attemptt to grab the ankle which wasn’t injured.

Mirai Takamatsu

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AKIRA TAIRITSU

When was the last time he felt serious like this? It felt so….Satisfying…

It was a dualism he had missed for so long, no longer feeling like a rat scurrying within the confines of a maze at the mercy of the titan that was Soul Society. This? This is exactly what it felt like to grasp your life with both hands, Rivu had told him for so long and went as far as threatening to retract himself…He never understood why until this very moment. That brief moment in his head, a soft apology ushered to his zanpakuto, the ocean is at the behest of nobody nor should it recoil at the whim of anyone. That was what Akira had been missing for so long. A spine.

One of the orbs coiled and burst outward to strike at the needle lodged into his shadow, causing it to be sent flying and granting him movement as Mirai would find a simultaneous rush of energy run her way during the brief uttering of Byakurai. It felt weaker? The golden iris strained for a brief moment as Akira’s left hand swiped down, akin to a bullwhip of shimmering sapphire, imbuing such energy with a secondary element of thunder! The Shinigami moves it to collide with Mirai’s own, hoping to overpower it and should it impact her chest with a thunderous crack, exploding and creating a short shockwave of kinetic energy.

."Hadō#4:Byakurai!”

It was uttered swiftly after the Kido was cast, enhancing the energy behind it with such an intent as venomous words sputtered from his mouth. An insult maybe? He took it as one, she had his file so no doubt killing him with Kido would have been a hilarious story back at their den of vipers. Ironic that a Kido Corp member fell to kido.

."Your kido is a farcry from my own, Mirai!”