Meeting in The 'Burbs

It wasn't from within his eyes that allowed the young man to see Ai. It wasn't within his eyes, nor was it in his nerves or even brain. Instead, his soul was simply on a different frequency than regular humans, closer to that of the undead. Because of this, he was labelled "Hi-Spec", which meant that he was capable of seeing, speaking to, and just generally existing with ghosts. Specters, and other demonic entities, remained invisible to regular humanity. Urufu was not a regular human. Pushing open the glass door of a large building in Saburo City, the 21 year old male exited the brightly-lit lobby eating a hotdog. Careful to not let the ketchup and mustard drip down onto his pale blue undershirt or dark blue tie, he watched his suit carefully. Unlike many of the other employees in this particular facility, Urufu didn't carry a brief case. Instead, his job focused around computers, and his was stationary within the confines of the compound.

Taking another bite from his steaming snack, Urufu's eyes gazed around the city. Glistening buildings greeted his eyes as the early morning sun reflected off of the blazing chrome and into his mauve peepers. Hissing slightly and turning his eyes away from the light (it's brightness so intense it actually blinded him for a moment, which was impressive considering that the lobby he had just exited from was incredibly bright to begin with), Urufu blinked several times to get used to it. "Mr. Azathoth? Kira?!" A voice erupted from just behind Urufu, as a young intern ran up to him. Huffing, he stopped to catch his breath for a moment. Judging from the color of his nametag, he was from the fourth floor. Recalling how the elevators were broken this morning, he was impressed that this lad had caught him. "Yes, Jeffrey?"

"I just wanted to thank you for the help this morning, Sir." Straightening up, the intern smiled at Urufu. Smiling back, the young man born Kira Azathoth's mind was running at one thousand miles a minute. "Think nothing of it. Just remember that I like caramel in my coffee tomorrow morning." Well, he DID have a sweet tooth. Although his eyes widened slightly, Jeffrey's smile didn't falter. "Of course sir. Is 7:50 okay?" Nodding, Urufu dismissed the child. Of course he didn't work for free. That was never his type. Turning back to the streets, Urufu saw something interesting that caught his eye. There was someone walking around the block that Urufu had seen walking around from the top floor just twenty minutes ago. Clearly, he was lost.

Wondering if he was capable of 'helping' this lost man (the same help he had just provided, where he exploited Jeffrey's ineptitude with computers in order to gain free coffee), Urufu began towards the man. His black tuxedo jacket whipped behind him as he called out, reaching up with a white, gloved hand to brush the blond hair out of his eyes. "Excuse me, Sir.. Are you lost?" Approaching the arrancar, Urufu's grin widened. He seemed slightly thinner and lighter than humans. He must be something else. Perhaps his 'help' just got a little bit more expensive.

He simply couldn't believe his ears. This young man, whom prided himself on his manipulative abilities, had just been told that the being before him wished to assist him in practically anything he needed help in. The universe literally ripped open before Urufu as he saw every star and planet in the sky, pieced together as a large puzzle. Slowly, the puzzle pieces began to float upwards, break apart, and drift away, leaving only a white canvas. A thin, black line began to scrawl it's way across this canvas, drawing a new universe for Urufu. Infinite possibilities. He damn near began salivating.

"Well, my friend, let's start with the beginning. My name is Urufu, comrade." Bowing gracefully, Urufu extended one arm to it's opposite side, while stretching the other arm it's appropriate side, resulting in both arms pointing in the same direction. Vampire-ing his way back up, he smiled at Ai. It wasn't a nice smile, although at first glance it could be taken as one. It was a smile a hunter may give to a wounded dear. "If it isn't too much trouble, I do have something I would require your help with. I just have one question first... What species are you, comrade?"

This question would determine anything. If the answer happened to be anything except human, Urufu would be forced, by his own natures and mentality, to 'allow' this man to 'assist' him. The assistance would come in the form of experimentation to determine how much physical and mental damage he could take before dying. Of course, he may not immediately agree to this, but it mattered not. Urufu was quite the human. He could, no doubt, force him into fighting for his life.

Still smiling, the 21 year old, carnage loving, sick puppy of a man flipped the blond hair out of his eyes. The purple that shone from his visual cavities reflected his nature. It was a light color that represented something much darker. The mauve represented a deeper purple, which in itself was a metaphor for Urufu. Purple was a color made from the two primary colors, blue and red. The blue represented tranquility, while the red represented anger. It was a perfect harmony of water and fire. On the outside, he displayed the tranquility, while his inside was filled with rage.

The next time he met a certain enemy, he would use all of the knowledge he had gained to utterly obliterate him, and make him scream and howl the entire time doing it. And of course, he would do it all with a smile on his face. Until then, however, he had other pressing matters to attend to. This creature that stood before him suddenly looked... delicious. Smirking, Kira howled inwardly. Let the games begin.

An Arrancar? Excellent. The moment he formed his mask, his reiatsu flared. The energy signature held a certain spice to it that Urufu immediately beat into his brain belonged to Arrancar. So, this was an arrancar, eh? That made things particularly interesting. "Well, to be honest, what I need help with is..." Holding out his hand, Urufu focused slightly. There was a puff of black smoke, and when it cleared, he was holding five throwing knives. Each of these daggers had three blades on it (albeit two were shorter than the main), and each held a very special seal.

Throwing each knife to a different location, he made sure to remember where each was. One was on the ground directly behind Ai. The second was directly behind himself. Third and fourth were to the left and right of the area, at a distance of three meters, and the final was on the side of a building to the far right, 20 feet away. "Research." There was another puff of black smoke, and Urufu was holding his Fullbring focus, Faust. Gripping the sword hilt tightly, he smirked at the arrancar.

"You see... I wish to push each species to their absolute limit. I want to know what they can withstand, what they can't, and what will finally cause their death. So if you wish to live... I hope you're ready." He knew he wasn't the strongest of people. Urufu was many things, but an idiot was not one of them. Nevertheless, he was still openly cocky. Why? He didn't really know. The young man just had a gut feeling that these beings, these -civilized- people, were beneath him.

Slashing the black blade of his 25.5" sword through the air, he cut through the cold wind and black smoke, sending it scattering throughout the atmosphere. Clearly visible once more, Urufu bent his knees slightly and dropped into a low stance. "So.. just what are you capable of?" Swinging his sword at his opponent with one hand, his free was ready to activate another seal at any time. As the blade arced through the air, it was aimed for his left collarbone, coming down like a diagonal guillotine.

Was that all then? A simple deflection of Urufu's sword was all the man could muster up? The steel clanged together, igniting three decent sized sparks before settling, and the young man's black sword rebounded off of his opponent's. Using the momentum from the impact, Urufu simply brought his sword up and rested it along the crest of his shoulders. He didn't exactly need it to defend at this point, especially not with his knives in the area. At this point, it was simply time to observe his fighting style.

The first thing Ai did was run away. Well... that was certainly.. cowardly. A harsh scraping sound filled the air as the arrancar sonido'd away, dragging his sword during the entire incident. It was only when he was finished his tuck-tail that something interesting happened. After creation, a special land-line could be used to return to possibly any point on the line, and at the very least, the beginning of it. That wasn't too bad. It reminded him of his Black Flash seals, which were all currently on the knives he had surrounding the area.

"Not too bad. I suppose I'll have to kick things up a tad if I want to see how blood runs in your family, correct?" Lifting his sword off of his shoulders, Urufu pulled the weapon to his front, holding it firmly in his right hand. The blade pointed for AI's waist, where, if an impact occured, could cause a lot of damage without explicitly causing death. "But is this one of your capabilities?" Letting go of the sword, he removed his hand. The weapon did not fall.

A special seal was present on Faust that allowed for Urufu to control it using a telekinetic force that even he was not familiar with. If that wasn't enough, Urufu wasn't quite finished. Bringing his hands together, he held them straight out, fingers intertwined, so his palms faced Ai. A large seal glowed across the span of his white gloves, before there was a massive puff of black smoke. Urufu had called a minor portion of his armory.

Four more swords appeared. Each had a different design, but all floated beside Faust, two on each side. The first sword was in the shape of a katana, measuring 44" long. A claymore floated beside it, measuring 39". On the other side of Faust, a Rapier with a 22" blade span levitated alongside a chinese saber measuring 35". "Ready?" Getting a feel for the soul of the asphalt beneath his feet, Urufu manipulated it into a more elastic compound.

Jumping into the air, the additional elasticity allowed for him to reach amazing heights. As he flew up, the blades shot forward, aiming each for a limb on Ai's body. The rapier was headed straight for his sternum, ready to punch through the bone like a thumb tack through drywall. Spinning rapidly length-wise as it flew, the katana became a razor-blade of death. Aimed for his stomach walls, it would cleanly seperate the flesh.

Faust was once more aimed for his collar bone, ready to shatter the dense bone easily and hack through the shoulder. Primarily called a Dao, the chinese saber attempted to pierce through his foot and hold him in place. Finally, the claymore attempted to slice off an arm with a powerful, bone-shattering swing.

As Urufu manipulated air particles underneath his feet to stay afloat 15 feet in the air, he smirked. It was especially amusing to remember that he was just warming up.

The first sword to attack was Faust, but it was repelled by his opponent's zanpakuto. As the impact sent a shattering soundwave around the area, Urufu's mind turned and turned, before finally clicking on a strategy. Summoning Faust from the battlefield back into his hand, he smirked. The puffs of black smoke are rapidly clearead away by the cool breeze, but it matters not. Urufu has no interest in hiding anymore.

A hiss of power, and Urufu's katana, which he forged himself, was blasted into a wall. The smoking remains were mostly unharmed, although there was quite a bit of aesthetic damage he would need to repair in the forge later. Desummoning the weapon, it too disappeared in the puff of black smoke that was becoming so signature to Urufu's presence. The chinese saber that had sunk into the asphalt after it's failed attempt at pinning Kon quickly followed suit. Immediately afterwards, the rapier (which had stuck into the ground a few feet away after being repelled), poofed.

And finally, it was time for the claymore. The long, double-edged blade was the only weapon that had actually done some damage. A fine layer of blood coated the edge of the blade where it had slashed through his opponent's hand, and that made Urufu proud. There was a minor 'pop' sound, and the claymore also disappeared, leaving a small amount of black smoke that was killed by the breeze.

"Release already, eh? Alright. I suppose it's time to pull out the big guns." Snapping his middle finger with his thumb on his left hand, a mass of smoke filled the air. The black smoke stopped all vision for a brief moment, and even the cold wind and dying sun couldn't penetrate the true extent of the inky abyss. Finally, however, it cleared, and revealed a devastating sight. Surrounding Urufu was not only the four swords he had summoned earlier, but an additional eleven swords, bringing his grand total up to sixteen (including Faust, which he was currently wielding in his right hand).

The blades floated around Urufu, before slowly splitting into three groups of five. These five blades began to layer vertically, the points and edges pointing outwards. And then they began to spin. Rotating faster and faster in tandem with each other, the swords had transformed into three twisters of steel and wind, their speed so intense it created a shell of wind that surrounded the structures, increasing their cutting power. Each twister was anywhere between eight to nine feet tall, and a total of four feet wide.

With a wave of his free hand, Urufu sent the creations towards his opponent. There was a whirr as the speed of each increased in order to move appropriately, but it levelled out after a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the wind roaring in the air above the tiny alley.

Finally, it was time for Urufu to get into the game. He wasn't quite sure what his opponent was capable of in this new form, so it was best to play it 'safe' for the time being. Reiatsu welled up in his gloved hand, before forming his standard seal ink. Applying a special seal to himself, the same seal appeared on it's sword to match it. The two then immediately proceeded to vanish in thin air, his and Faust's image deleted from the universe. Not a sound could be heard from the two of them, either, rendering them quite dangerous.

A puff of black smoke replaced Urufu's previous location as he activated one of the seals on the throwing knives he had thrown at the beginning of the battle. One special knife had been placed on the side of a building in the alley, and that was where he reappeared (although he was still invisible). Floating in the air, he once more concentrated air particles beneath his feet using his Fullbring. Watching the blade twisters arrive at his opponent's location, his mauve eyes scanned the preceding events for any clue he could use against his opponent.