Breaking Point - {Shizuo and agito private }

.. lands of snow, locked in ice. these are the climate settings in the top of the world. The north pole, middle of no where , which ever way you want to think about it this place is far from any living settlement; in a expanse of land which spread's and snakes it way around a rocky ice encased land where the sun always shines. A land where harsh temperatures explode in bone chilling -54 degree's.

This is the land where a long figure was walking, covered in a cloak a lone cloak a trail of cracked ice following behind her where a strange tail was digging away making a line almost. Yes you heard me , it was making a line in the ground, like this rock hard ice was nothing more then butter against its biting features. She had dark red hair, which obscured her eyes. She walked through a gale, many gales in fact to be honest; she was walking in the middle of a snow storm or "Blizzard" with little to no affect on her visibly at the least.

She was alone, so far from anyone else, just wandering as the world was pristine clear perfect. yet so alien and unreal; that is where this was so far though, there was a difference, a lack of power a boiling point. Images flashing through ones mind; it was madness purely madness as she had, been looking around . . She was a easy to spot figure, who was about to.. basically go off the deep end.

The north pole. When that one location comes to mind, it is almost always connected to a positive light. Santa Claus, Christmas, elves, and anything pretty much attributed with this holiday is what seemingly makes the north pole a paradise in the mind of children. However, were a normal man to travel here, he would be forced to fight against the extreme freezing winds, the unrelenting cold, and a sense of despair, not knowing if he'd die or survive. The identity of a certain traveler making his way towards this winter solace was none other than the tenth division captain, Hitsugaya Toshiro. Although his stature could be said to make him seem harmless, he was a legendary warrior who deserved nothing more but the highest respect. He was strong - perhaps not physically - but mentally. His Zanpakutō - Hyourinmaru - had silenced and killed many a foe before, guiding him through the most perilous of duels. There was no questioning that this man was undoubtedly powerful. No doubt, were one to face him out here, thinking to challenge him in his own domain such as this? It'd be a decision close to that of suicide. Though, Hitsugaya found it difficult to think anyone would be out here this far away from human life, suffering in such intense weather. In other words, no one was here to interrupt him as he had time to himself.

"Ahhh. Finally, for the first time in a long time, i can finally relax away from that lazy louse known as none other than Rangiku. You know, the more i look back on it, i wonder just how she got her job in the first place. " Though Hitsugaya never had high expectations for Rangiku - knowing full well her history of lounging around, excluding paper work from her mind - this young man had as much a strong connection with her as he did his childhood friend, Hinamori. But then, he always abhorred when she slacked off. Whenever that rambunctious woman wandered off, he'd be forced to pick up where she left off each time. It was always typical of her, he mused. Nevertheless, she had remained strong even in adversity, even when she seemed like she was at the brink of falling into oblivion, she remained steadfast. If there was one think he could respect about his vice-captain... then it was the fact that she was strong of spirit when it counted most. As he continued to walk, he started to flashback to four-hundred years ago, losing himself within a chilling nostalgia.

However———————At that moment in time, Hitsugaya sensed that he was not the only one alone in this chaotic blizzard. Though he had no reason to expect anyone would come here, he was nevertheless ready. As the long, lanky figure started to walk closer, HItsugaya could perceive a being who appeared to be a woman - due to her obscuring her features within a cloak, however - he couldn't quite tell. Either way, if she were a friend, he would simply say a casual hello and continue walking in peace. However, if this Demonica was an enemy - His right hand was wrapped around the hilt of his Zanpakutō, poised for mortal combat. Now.... just who was this individual?