An outcast is born

OOC: sorry this took so long to post I ended up going out for dinner

Jin opened his eye’s slowly adjusting to the vast difference in light levels between the midnight darkness of the realm he’d just left and the early afternoon sunshine presented to him by the material world. Fluorescent specks of reishi floated outward from his face as the mask that had been there previously, dissipated. He was sweaty, tired and his everything hurt. His mind ached as he tried to forcibly suppress the torturous traumatic memories of the past 12 hours of his life, avidly trying to rid himself of the graphic image of ravaged innocents that filled his consciousness at present, why him? Why did this have to happen? He would have been better of if that damned shinigami had just cut him down where he stood ending his journey in the afterlife before it began. But then he thought back to all the magnificent times he’d shared and the fantastic friends he had made, and no longer could he bring himself to wish for death.

But still the question loomed, just what the hell was he supposed to do now? He was in a realm where he knew no-one and had neither the means nor the currency to get about, just what sort of life could he build for himself here? And how long did he have until that thing within him began a rebellion once more? His skull ached as it strained to contain the questions swimming about its interior.

It was at that point that Jin actually began to take note of his surroundings, he was in the heavily populated town center of god knows what city (could someone like him who had seen the after life really use a phrase that involved a deity he knew did not exist? Ahh well that was a question for later) situated in the middle of a major crossing, cars passing on either side his figure unseen by the populations majority. He dragged his weary bones to the roads curb side struggling over to a bench situated by the outer wall of a shopping mall of sorts, dropping down upon it to take advantage of its comfort and aim to formulate some sort of plan to govern his stay here.

Jin was lost in thought, deeply analysing his situation when he was dragged from his musing by a deep firm voice.

“Hello. I'm Yoshirou Akiyama, Leader of the Vizard. And you are?”

His wide eyed gaze shot up to meet the new presence whilst his brain lagged behind trying to work out where he had heard the term Vizard before. Of course! That was he, one of the masked. Could it be? Could he really have been so lucky as to have actually had his savour sought him out rather than the other way round. So far the man’s only reply had been a stunned silence, but now finally aware of his sitation he began to put speech into action.

“Jin Yagami” He replied hesitantly so unsure of the situation he was in, surely this was just a ploy of seretei to take him into capture with the least force necessary. But no that could not be, even Utakete the head of research had been in possession of next to no knowledge of the race. There should be no way the Gotei 13 could pull off something like this.

“When you say leader of the Vizard, what do you mean? What is a Vizard? And how many more are there?”

Jin awaited his reply unnoticing of the fact that he was still caked in grime, sweat and blood and really was in no fit state to be meeting others.

Yoshirou raises an eyebrow. What is a vizard? Do they teach nothing to these shinigami anymore? Just by his spiritual pressure he should be a captain, and the blood stained Haori adorning his body only makes it a certainity. A captain without knowledge of the vizard? How strange. Yoshirou supposes he will have to educate him. He looks the man over. A Shihakusho, A Haori. Both stained with blood. He obviously killed people when he esaped..Anywho, time to start teaching him. He was caked in various manner of detrius, rather shoddy looking, but who cares. Yoshirou didn't see for a very long time, until he learned to use his spiritual pressure to see with, and thus he doesn't judge by appearances.

"I mean i'm the strongest currently living vizard. And you're a vizard, Buddy. How many? Not many. Most people don't survive having a hollow grow inside of their soul. But you, me, and the others. We were strong enough to take control of the hollow within us, rather then the other way around. Do you see what i'm saying? We're abominations. We are shinigami, with hollow's within us. You will never be able to return to the Soul Society, But assuming you pledge loyalty to us, you can live with the vizard on earth."

Nothing the man said shocked Jin, not being able to return to the Seretei was a given only a foolish murderer returns to the scene of a crime, no matter the manner in which the killing took place. And as for the nature of a Vizard it was almost as he had thought but it seemed prudent to have his theory confirmed.

Still incredibly shaken and not quite in the proper state of mind to be making such an impacting decision he chose to accept the strangers offer, Just the idea of joining a new family seemed so appealing to the Ex-Captain in his vulnerable state.

“Consider it done, if it’s a pledge you want a pledge ill give. i havn't exactly been inundated with offers since this happened.”

With that he offered a hand for his new acquaintance to shake. Although it should have felt natural for the man to go from one leadership regime to another, he found himself enjoying the brief taste of freedom he had sampled since entering the material world. For this to work he had to hope that he would be allowed to enjoy a fair degree of free reign or he might end up succumbing to that tiny voice that continued to spark back in the Darkest depths of his mind. But all he wanted for now was a hot shower and a warm bed.

He watches the man's reaction, Not too much is given out, no state of shock. He must have already known what he was. It's easy to figure out why he's covered in blood and grim. His hollow must have taken control, and gone on a killing spree. Jin says he'll give his loyalty, and with that a small smile crosses Akiyama's face. The younger man's arm reaches out, And Yoshirou grabs his wrist, Shaking his arm firmly.

"Good. Without loyalty, there can be no trust. And without trust, there can be no way to co-exist."

He pulls the man off of the bench by his grip on the man's wrist, Or at least tries to, he could resist, though it's unlikely. Once he would be standing, Yoshirou would let go, And turn away.

"Come. I'll show you where the Vizard's live..And get you a shower."

A shower……that phenomena had never before seemed so beautiful. So far it was looking as though he had made the right choice, he had given the man his loyalty which in turn meant that no mate what residual suspicions may be crawling about his intellect he would have to hush them. Until something was done to harm him, he would continue to believe this man’s intentions were pure.

As his new partner grabbed his arm pulling him unsteadily to his feet, it finally registered to Jin that he had been sat there near on two days in shock before this individual had found him, no wonder his legs had so nearly for gotten the mechanics by which they were allowed to function.

But now they would be off “home” and that was a prospect at which Jin couldn’t help but feel joy. Although his years as a captain forced upon him a sense of decorum in the back of his mind images were already sprouting up of what this abode may look like. As the man turned away Jin too turned to follow him, just where would he be lead?

Boredom corroded the mind of a wandering man that happened to be aimlessly going around the local town of Karakura. Apparently some new recruit was coming in to the Mansion today and this guy did NOT want to be the one dealing with noobies, so he went out for the day. The male doused himself in food, eating ice cream, two medium pizzas, and three hot dogs; he washed all of it down with a four pack of Khaos monster. From there, a small venture led the man to a carnival. Roller coasters did not interest him, but the humans there did. Being alone like this always made him think of a love he lost so long ago. Seeing other humans laughing and reminiscing with their significant others gave this lost soul a small bit of warmth inside of his scarred, soul. The hours passed and eventually the vaizard forced himself to leave the carnival; there was no sense in keeping his pitiful self in such a uplifting location. Slow steps brought the man alongside a winding sidewalk. A fiery black hood came over his lengthy hair to block the suns' glare and coincidentally shroud his face. Streets steadily became more vacant, as the work day began and most individuals had previously arrived at their chosen destinations. From a farther side of town, a noticeable spiritual pressure popped up. No ordinary person could manifest a signature with a natural affinity like this. But what kind of stranger could attract the males' attention so effortlessly, by simply appearing on his radar. Only one kind could rouse his interest, but that is because the freedom of an un-honed abomination could lead to a very bothersome scenario.

'Vaizard.'

Cracking bones in his body to stretch himself out, the male vaizard then proceeded into an impressive leap. The impact of his flight came upon a roof and from there he swiftly and skillfully traveled from building to building, get ever closer to the location of whoever this new vaizard was. About three-quarters of the way there, a second, more familiar, spiritual pressure arrived at the sight; none other than the notorious leader of the vaizard, Yoshirou Akiyama. Within the knowledge that this man was handling it, steps became less constant and Ichijouji chose to mildly hop from building to building at his normal pace. Ichijouji arrived at this crossway to the new guy just accepting some offer of Yoshirou, most likely an invitation into the ranks of the vaizard. Curiosity dropped Ichijouji from his perch on an overview rooftop in order to discover the identity of the new dude. He landed on his back in the middle of the street, not caring enough to put effort into landing on his feet. Some cracks in the concrete were created from the impact, but Ichijouji blatantly stood up, shook himself off, and then glared at Jin. Shinigami robes; this man really was a clueless bastard after all. Blood stained his wretched clothes and everything about his outside appearance screamed "Yeah, I just got fucked up." Ichijouji pulled a couple of extra napkins he had saved from his earlier meal and handed them to Jin.

"Here; clean your ass up a bit. If you pass out, I don't want your sweat and blood all over me if I have to carry you to the mansion."

After handing the napkins to the stranger, Ichijouji pivoted his head towards Yoshirou.

"Yo."

Yoshirou's head turned slightly, even as Jin Yagami began to follow him. Another pressure was coming, and a strong one, and one that Akiyama knew well. It was none other then his esteemed general, Ichijouji Takanashi. The man was moving towards them with some speed, presumably for the same reason Yoshirou came, which was the uncontrolled release of reiatsu from this distraught man. He slows down though, probably as he's close enough to feel Yoshirou's reiatsu now.

"The man coming now is a bit brash. Don't take it personally."'

And these are the words out of his mouth before Ichijouji crashes to the ground, the street cratering slightly under him, cracks forming, causing people to turn their head. However they just dismiss it. Nothing odd going on, just the road failing. A crew will come by to fix it. Certainly there couldn't be anything going on that would wreck their perfect view of life. A little girl runs through Yoshirou at that point, chasing the ball that had gone past him. She doesn't even notice his existance. She has no spiritual awareness at all, cannot feel the three powerful men gathered here. Yoshirou feels happy for her. Keep her cloaked from the intensity of life just a little longer..

Ichijouji is rather rude, as always, Handing napkins, cursing, insulting. However he is a good man, a loyal man. He would willingly give his life to protect that of another, Willing take a wound that would kill another man, knowing that he can fight through near anything. He had served under Yoshirou during their time in the soul society, so he trusts hiim with near anything. Yoshirou had turned visored, and then a few centuries later, he found Ichijouji in the real world. What a fated reunion. Yoshirou's reminisence is interupted by Ichijouji turning his head, and uttering a short greeting..A mere "Yo". This brings a small smile to Yoshirou's face. If anyone could be called his friend, it would be Ichijouji..Him or Hakudoshi, but the boy was still in the soul society, and a captain now from the new Yoshirou had been receiving.

"Yo? You should address me properly." The comment has slight sarcasm to it, both of them would know it is one of Yoshirou's rare jokes. "This is Jin Yagimi. He is a vizard now. Apparently they don't educate people about our kind anymore, so we will have to educate him, and most likely have to teach him to control his mask. Now..Lets go home. I'm sure he wants that shower."

Turning upon his right foot he disappears suddenly, reappearing on a rooftop about 100 feet down the street, before disappearing again, his reiatsu heading towards the mansion, That the visored's now called home. His speed would make people assume he was using shunpo, but if they paid attention to his reiatsu, they'd be suprised to learn that that speed was from pure physical strength, And that his reiatsu never fluctuated as it would if he had used it for shunpo. He assumes both men will follow him, and if they don't..Well suffice to say he would turn back.

"The man coming now is a bit brash. Don't take it personally."' Jin’s new comrade remarked to him.

Now there was something he didn’t need to be told, if the resonance from the individual’s heavy handed manner of movement hadn’t been enough to forewarn the amateur Vizard of his arrival then the abrasive Reiatsu flaring from they’re person sure as hell was. After being told to be prepared for this newcomer Jin looked up in time to see a figure drop down carelessly from a rooftop mere meters away, smashing down upon terra firma using they’re back as a cushion. A very……interesting entrance. It seemed the Vaizard leader’s description of the man did not go unwarranted as he had displayed nothing as of yet to divert this image.

Well as if this debut into an affair that was in all reality none of this man’s business Jin was then treated to a steely glare from the mystery, one he was more than happy to return. He was in no mood for false niceties.

“Here; clean your ass up a bit. If you pass out, I don't want your sweat and blood all over me if I have to carry you to the mansion."

Was the audio treat Jin was gifted with as the man made his approach. Yes of course, why start a meeting with a friendly greeting when you can just kick things off with a healthy dose of assholeism this day honestly couldn’t improve.

“Oh wow napkins, yeh I hear they’re just perfect for getting out blood stains. What a well thought out gift” The dirt ridden ex shinigami replied, sarcasm dripping from his every word as he topped it off with mock excitement. Then just to stop all idea’s of politeness being lost he took the slips of paper towel and shoved them in a pocket, who know’s they might come in handy later, without these they’d be completely fucked I they met some kind of hollow that enjoyed making small manageable spillages.

He then proceeded to stand silently as the pair before him went through formalities after just having reacquainted with one another before the senior vizard turned on his heel to leave, disappearing from site only to come back in to it less than a second later now atop a roof. At this point Jin did the only thing that seemed natural and began to follow suit making no more attempts at conversation with still as of yet stranger, that could wait till he had taken some time to relax and his mood had improved.

Timeless hesitations passed before each participant responded to the entry of the man. This probably being quite obvious, leader of the vizard and a very old friend of his, Yoshirou, made first haste to reply. Memories of the old 11th division took the man's mind for a short trip down memory lane. It was him, Yoshirou, and Hakudoshi; they had such a good time as the three most powerful individuals in the division at that time, even if Hakudoshi still chose to hang around Sereitei. Hell, maybe this guy would even still be there if his wife had lived, but with no place in that society now, the vizard indefinitely were his new abode and have been for quite a time. Anyway, Yoshirou granted the male with a comically intended greeting of sarcasm, something they always did to screw around. This chit-chat between good friends then led onto the discussion of who the noobie was and why he smelled like a donkey that just shit himself. Jin Yagimi; he looked like a pampered bitch boy who wanted the finest living conditions, or nothing at all. This didn't tick him off or anything, but the thought of his complaints about how the mansion doesn't have this or that, results in the male vizard releasing an elongated sigh. Incoming gusts knocked down the hood that had shrouded Ichijouji's face and no reasonable inquiry told him to put it back on. The day was hot enough already, so keeping a hood on would only cause unnecessary sweating which would probably result in body odor and another shower. One lazy hand rose slowly to shake the shaggy blond hair here and there, so that its flow was more comfortable and loose.

"So, Jin the noob, here is a vizard, eh? I do suppose we'll have to teach him... But if I'm the one who has to teach him, he'd better try because it'd be really annoying if he died."

These freely expressed thoughts were directed towards Yoshirou. The presence of strangers did not deter Ichijouji's opinion, if he had something to say, he'd say it. He believed that if you can't say something to straight out, then don't say it at all. Spreading bullshit and hiding behind lies was something hat really grinded his gears. To the mansion then, but of course the new dude couldn't just accept the initial beat down that all new recruits take when they are inducted into the vizard. Witty sarcasm bounced back from Jin; god this was troublesome. The noob should just be grateful he has anything at all to clean himself up with; Ichijouji doesn't exactly carry a fully equipped frickin' medical kit with him 24/7. Ichijouji could only look over at the cocky newcomer with a stare of complete disinterest and sigh, before turning away to venture towards the Mansion. Two legs pushed from the concrete with little to no effort, throwing Ichijouji through the air in a effective leap, onto a rooftop. Something stopped him from continuing though, it had seemed that noob-man down there didn't take the hint that they were LEAVING. A small pain electrified inside Ichijouji's head; how stupid could this dude be, honestly. With a semi-loud gesture of speech, Ichijouji told the oblivious tard to follow him.

"Come on fagot-face, don't stand there all day; follow me!"

No sarcasm ran in his vocals, but it wasn't a deadly serious insult. Ichijouji was bored and slightly annoyed at how long it was taking Jin to figure out that they were going to the mansion now. His tone was more-over a bland, tired exertion.

"The man coming now is a bit brash. Don't take it personally."' Jin’s new comrade remarked to him.

Now there was something he didn’t need to be told, if the resonance from the individual’s heavy handed manner of movement hadn’t been enough to forewarn the amateur Vizard of his arrival then the abrasive Reiatsu flaring from they’re person sure as hell was. After being told to be prepared for this newcomer Jin looked up in time to see a figure drop down carelessly from a rooftop mere meters away, smashing down upon terra firma using they’re back as a cushion. A very……interesting entrance. It seemed the Vaizard leader’s description of the man did not go unwarranted as he had displayed nothing as of yet to divert this image..









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