- Open The Cracks Of Siblings - [ Private ]

Clank, clank, clank, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the area as the female shinigami walked purposefully towards the retreating male. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, except for her bangs which she let hang loosely on either side of her face. Her silver eyes glistened with love as she moved, a light coating of pink lipstick covering her lips. Her body was slender, yet had a sense of strength to it that one wouldn't expect. Her shinigami outfit had been modified in two ways, first she didn't wear the typical sandals, instead metal boots covered her feet. Across her chest, from her left shoulder to her right hip, a golden sash flowed, holding the scabbard of her huge european blade on her back.

Finally having caught up to the man, she placed a hand lightly on his shoulders, a sad small forming on her lips. The man had looked worried or upset, and this woman hated when people had to suffer. She lived to help others, to uphold the law and bring justice upon the wicked.

"Hey there, you look like something is bothering you. Mind talking to me about it? I could try to help you out with whatever is bothering. I'm the third seat of squad 8, I haven't seen you around before, have I? Well, I don't care that you're not in my squad, please let me help you. How about we get something to eat together?"

The third seat then pointed over to a nearby eatery, gesturing for the man to come and sit with her.

"Bakudo 4, Hainawa"

Her right hand still gripping on to the man's shoulder, a rope of energy shot from her left, entangling his arm. The female's eyes had narrowed, a more analytical look now.

"My, my, you're quite the disrespectful one, aren't you? Despite what you think, I am squad eight's third seat, and you would do well to remember that. Now, you going to join me for lunch, or do I have to report this to your vice captain? What's your name, and what squad do you belong to son?"

Her smile then broadened, a sheepish, uncomfortable look coming over her face.

"Sheesh, I hate fighting like this, where are my manners. I haven't even introduced myself, I'm Kristya Kallen, third seat of squad eight. Why do you keep trying to avoid me? Wouldn't two sets of eyes be better then one for whatever you're looking for?"

Kristya then tilted her head strangely, confusion forming over her face as she took her first good look at the man before her.

"Huh, you look familiar... did I do something to you in the past? I hope I didn't, if I did I'm sorry."

"Heaven's element, blinding presence."

She said those words as she noticed the man's technique forming. A blast of white light exploded from her body, covering everything within forty five meters of her. The man's technique obliterated along with the shadows on the ground. Her eyes had lost that loving, caring look to them, instead replaced by a glare. Her fist swung out, a punch going directly to his gut. Leaning in, she spoke to him, her voice trembling.

"Black Energy, who taught it to you?"

Retracting, her fist reached up, grabbing the handle of the blade on her back and unsheathing it. Pointing it at the man, emotions coursed through her. She might finally be able to find her brother after so many years. She had desperately wanted to search for him, but her previous captain had been a lazy person, and not having a vice captain meant all the work had been dumped on to her shoulders. Now that the captain had been transferred, she was left with even more. She was going to get the information out of this man, even if it meant beating him to within an inch of his life.

"Heaven's element, shielding light."

The palm thrust hit her as the white glow surrounded her body. The force behind the attack surprised her, she felt lucky she had gotten her technique up in time. She flew back four feet, only to notice the sword pointed at her neck as she stopped. This is exactly how he used to fight, all the way back then. The speed, the twin blades, this reminds me of so much. A tear trickled from her eye as she stood there, chuckling. Soon the chuckles became laughter, tears flowing down her cheeks. She couldn't help it, this guy was so much like her brother, even his technique, black energy, was the same. Wait a second, black energy is one of the secrets of the family, isn't it? He wouldn't have given it out to some random stranger, he would know better then that. Her tears stopped, a smile on her mouth.

"You said your first name is Ryoichi, right? Is you last name Kallen?"

If he responded affirmatively to both of those questions, her body would tremble, falling to her knees as tears poured from her eyes. Not tears of sadness, tears of happiness, a smile spreading on her face.

"Bind them within the holy symbol! Bakudo 20, Binding Cross!"

As Ryoichi's fist came within inches of her face, she fired the Kidō at him. Momentary blindness, and then he would be crucified, held to a cross by intense reiatsu ropes. Kristya stood up, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her brother, sadness and anger having spread throughout her face.

"Why did I even try to help you, you stupid brother?! For years I wanted to see you, years! Yet I had to deal with that lazy ass captain dumping everything on me!!! I AM Kristya Kallen, born on July first, 1972, died in a car accident on my birthday, July 1st, 1987! Why did I even care what happened to the stupid brother of mine???"

All of the emotions, the feelings she had been keeping in while she had to do the paperwork of a captain, vice captain, and a third seat, it all came tumbling out. With a look full of resentment, she stormed off, walking in to the eatery she had pointed out before. Inside, she ordered whatever they had, but she didn't eat. She just sat there, picking at her food, a look of deep sadness on her face.