Until The Blood Flows. (Private)

A calm cool day opened up to Kronsire as the sun rose inbetween towering skyscrapers. Rays of light penetrating the eyelids of the poor and desistute in the early morning, while many still laid in their beds, covered in warm sheets. With a yawn, Kronsire sat up from the filthy ground he had been sleeping on, hidden in one of the numerous alleys of Karakura; Blinking his eyes in a slow tired rate, the rejected scientist reached into his bag with open hands. Grasping, searching, and tearing apart the contents inside in a search for his needed medicine.

"At Last!" He whispered amongst the rotten stank of garbage, which was his home. Taking two bright orange pills, the size of a pinhead, Kronsire swallowed them with haste; the insanity which plagued him died, then rebirthed into serenity and peace of mind.

Glancing up towards one of the many buildings, a far off digital clock read 4:07 AM, Kronsire could not help but groan at this. Light eyelids seemed to become heavier at this realization of time, the sun itself barely peeking over the buildings.

He stood up grudingly, full knowing he would not be able to go back to sleep after being rudely awoken. Rags decorated skin, and barely hid the man's fragile skin, peeling from past sunburns. Only ill thoughts came to mind, curses against nature, long held grudges strengthened against society, along with a need for violence...

Speaking in a mere whisper Kronsire headed towards Karakura Forest, where giant towns of wood and leaves ruled.

"Why... such ill fortune... then again... ill fortune brings forth more... delicious... ambitions..."

Grinning, he walked for a hour, having gotten lost, however the unwanted exploration gave Kronsire more need to let loose.

There was no need for breakfast, Kronsire generated his own nutrients automatically, though, the nonexistence of a succulent fruit was still missed. Soon, Kronsire entered the forest, deserted at this time of day, even animals seemed to have gone to better places. Grass covered in dew wet his bare feet, calloused, pale, and rugged.

Letting out a scream filled of disgust, frustration, and hatred Kronsire slammed his fist against the tree, blood staining the bark. As he stared intently as the cuts healed themselves to perfection. Then, Kronsire punched again...

Koga walked through the endless desert that was his world. Regular hollows were no match for him, now that he'd ascended from the base form he had previously evolved from. He was no longer an aduchas. He was an arrancar. Now, instead of claws he vaguely remembered using Koga now used the zanpakuto he carried at his hip. He liked to swing at moving targets with it. He was surpsingly goood with a blade. He wondered why.

Bored and exasperated at not having found a worthy opponent Koga opened a garganta. He didn't know where he was going. That brought a smile to his face. That was the best part. Not knowing whre he was going. Hopefully he would meet someone strong. Koga licked his lips, and stepped through the garganta.

As Koga stepped through the garganta he found himself in a forest. He hated forest. For a spiritual being he was laughably reliant on the most human of things. Sight. Koga sighed. He hated trying to sense reiatsu. Not only was he laughable bad at it, but somone would have to overwhelmingly strong for him to pick up on it with his poor Pesquisa skills.

Koga scanned and scanned until he found a reiatsu signature with similiar strength to his own. Was it a shinigiam? Koga sonidoed to the reiatsu signatures location. He was fairly poor at that, but it was still faster than regular running. Besides, he had no business running through the forest. There were too many things he couldn't see and a branch might trip him up. He couldn't have that.

Finding the reiatsu signature Koga spotted a man banging his fist into a tree. He looked to be spoiling for a fight. Maybe Koga would ablige him with one. He couldn't fight him here though. Dstantly far off Koga felt immense reiatsu. If Koga could sense it from this far away then they were seriously powerful. Though he liked fighting strong opponents Koga had no wish to die.

"Human. Would you like me to carve you up? I promise I won't use the blunt edge. It'll be quick and painless."

Koga quickly opened another garganta behind him. If the man came after him in a rush Koga would merely push off backwards into the garganta back to Hueco Muendo. Hopefully with the human in tow.

An invitation?

Were the words which came to Kronsire's mind as the Arranacar appeared before him, with a garganta behind the being. Looking over his own hands, Kronsire shrugged, listening to the stillness which had been broken.

"You threaten me? Why, thats all fine and good... I just hope you can prepare for what you have sown."

Focusing intently on the Arranacar, specifically his sword, a Zanpakuto, a word which had been learned from one of the many hours of reading, Kronsire took a deep breath and decided to fight this... thing which blatantly is lookin for a fight.

Taking a step forward, the wet grass crunched underneath; A bird flew over head, and quickly dived into the nearby trees. This future opponent would be powerful, Kronsire knew this, his gut feeling screaming that this would be dangerous. Though, life is not about living carefree, with happiness... it was to live with adrenaline flowing through your body, and watching as other's ideals fall, crumbling because of reality.

Internally adding bones, and reniforcements, a popping sound could be heard faintly from Kronsire's body, as tissues realigned.

Walking forward Kronsire headed straight for the Arranacar, gesturing to take him to a more, open, space. As Kronsire, his ragged bag of bones in hand, waited for the being to move, the short scientist readied for any surprise attacks.

Koga let the words of the human sink in. He wasn't scared. His voice didn't sound unsteady. He just sounded...wary. He should be. When Koga got through with him the human would wish he had never been born.

Koga noticed the way the human looked at him as he took a deep breath. He was preparing for something. Koga didn't know what it was, but the human looked ready to fight. The humans was exceptionally strong for one of his species, he was even stronger than some of the shinigami Koga had met.

The human took a step forward and Koga laid a hand on the butt of his zanpakuto. His foot also crunched the grass as he shored up his footing. It wouldn't do to slip. A bird flew overhead but Koga ignored it, his eyes focusing on the human before him. Oh yes, this human would do nicely as a diversion from boredom.

Koga heard a popping sound from the human. Koga didn't let the puzzlement he felt show on his face. He didn't want the human to think he had caught him off guard. Whatever the human planned, it would be insignificant anyway. The though calmed Koga, and his killing intent became more palpable.

In a movement Koga didn't expect the human..walked. Not away, but towards him. Koga was puzzled, but ti seemed he wanted a more spacious environment to fight in. Koga knew just the place.

"So eager for your death hmmm? Why don't you follow me then? I know just the place...If you survive I might bring you back to your pathetic world."

Koga then walked in the opposite direction of the human and gestured him to follow. Koga followed no-one. Hand still on the butt of his zanpakuto Koga walked straight through his garganta and left it open for the human to follow. Koga wandered if the human had the nerve to follow him.

The Arranacar seemed keen to fight; Without knowing why, nor truly caring for the reason, Kronsire smirked at the Arranacar's words. The mere idea of staying in this world bothered Kronsire, he hated Earth with a bloody passion, this was the truth. Glancing back towards the forest with giant metallic buildings looming in the distance, Kronsire faced forward; watching as his future foe walked through the garganta.

Kronsire's eyes shifted back and forth, as they peered into the garganta. Only the form of the Arrancar could be seen clearly. Walking through without fear of death, nor the unknown, Kronsire followed, still cautious of what may happen; for, he now existed inside his opponent's realm. From here on out, everything, anything, could be dangerous.

The popping ceased in Kronsire's body; the new bones have been inlaid throughout. Muscle tissue had become denser, on his legs, for now Kronsire relaxed slightly, rebalancing his vessel of flesh.

On the inside, there sat an unquenchable appeal of the unknown; while it shoutted for joy, each step seemed like a deathtrap on the thin path. No scent could be picked up, no voices seemed to haunt this passage, a bitter taste tainted the very air, or atleast that is what it seemed to be.

"Before we fight," Kronsire paused, then continued in a more monotoned voice, which seemed less human than normal, "What is your name, eh?"

Koga smiled as the sound of grass being trampled behind him indicated the human was following. Good. The human wasn't scared. The strong had no reason to fear anything. The only thing the strong should fear is growing weak. Koga detested weaklings or those with no nerve. Yet, killing them gave him an odd sense of pleasure. The pleasure one would take in squashing a bug that looked particularly hideous.

Something caught Koga's ears. Well, not something, but the abscense of something. The pooping the human had made had stopped. Koga didin't know what the human had did, but he knew it would do him no good anyway. All fell to his sword eventually.

The human asked a question. They were a talkative bunch. Koga restrained his hand as it itched to strike at the human even now. Soon, he thought, soon they would fight. Koga didn't answer for a long moment. He was considering whether it was worth the wasted breath of telling the human his name. It was not as if the human was going to actually leave hueco Muendo alive. But, Koga decided to humor him.

"My name?" Koga said in a controlled voice. "My name is Koga, and I am your executioner."

Soon after those words the garganta suddenly closed. The two were now in Hueco Muendo. Instantly Koga turned around and dashed at the human. As he ran and picked up speed Koga unsheathed his zanpakuto and swung, aiming at the human's leg. As his attack extended towards the human Koga stopped his momentum forcefully and returned the zanpakuto to its sheathe. Koga had merely wanted to see how the human reacted. Koga coruched low, hand on the butt of his zanapkuto once more, ready to unsheathe it in a lightning quick motion to block anything the human could trhow at him. The fight was officially underway.

Entering a seemingly new world awed Kronsire, as he landed. His short brown hair had become even more so of a mess, due to the travel, but it did not matter, the only important thing stood before him. As the Arranacar rushed, Zanpakuto drawn, Kronsire tossed his bag overhead one handed quickly.

Bones clacked against eachother inside the bag, while they flew upwards. All the while, a peculiar smile spread across Kronsire's pale cracked skin, where small black whiskers grew. Behind thin lips an array of sharpened, short, canines held strong in pink gums. Curved inwards for tearing and holding a solid grip, Kronsire held firm as he shifted his strengthened legs.

The Arranacar stopped infront, sheathing his Katanna, but still gripping it firmly; one single thought came to mind.

Always with the weapons... nobody fights hand to hand anymore it seems.

The rotting bag gave way to the weight of all the white bones. Two femurs fell to the ground, both ends sharpened, at the same time an array of finger bones, ribs, and one enlarged human skull fell downward. Kronsire was ready, pounding open palms, one per femur bone, he attached himself to the bone weapons as they hit the ground upright. Grimacing for a few seconds, blood poured down the two shafts of white, staining the bone.

The enlarged skull falling two feet to the right, and the scattering of miscellaneous bones poured down unto the battle field. This was Kronsire's reaction to the Arranacar's display, this had become a blood match. The time had not even reached 7:00 O'clock AM, yet a fight had emerged between two different beasts.

Shifting his footing Kronsire slashed immeaditaly with his right hand downward, while the other came close to Kronsire's body for protection. The first stone had been cast, and the ripples will not cease until one of them lay in a pool of vermillion.

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