The grave yard of the dead

[Kairu Urahara]

.:Kyle Brault:.

at 12:00 o'clock in the morning at the grave yard a place that sends a cold breeze up and down your spine the sent of death can be smelt in the air, the sound's of moaning and groaning of the dead can be heard . bat's flying through the graveyard a fog covers the tombstone's and all other thing's there as a full moon shine down upon it .

Sitting there on a tombstone was kyle Brault the 16 year old boy who gained a soul reaper power's from a dieing soul reaper. this boy swore he would protect the lives of others who couldn't defend themselves.

it would seem that he would be cleaning blood of his zanpakuto it seem that he gotten into a fight with something but came out unharm or it might had been a vampire who knows but he sit there alone staying quiet looking up at the moon resting his zanpakuto on his shoulder .

"........."

[||Kitty Yuudai||]

~*~Yang~*~


A quiet walk through the graveyard was what Yang needed to do, she was going to pay her respects to the souls she killed. She may be an asassin but she never forgot those she'd killed. Every six months Yang would go to her preys graves and pay them their final respects and see if they moved on or what became of their souls. She was followed by about seven other body guards, dressed in black with black hats; almost like the men in black. Two of them walked beside her with about a two meter gap, and the rest were spread out; all seven were vampiers, as was Yang. Her balck dress and umbrella matched the occation as she made her first stop to one of her victums.
"It was a pleasure killing you. Im sorry it had to end like that, but your death was nessessary."
She said with a slight smile, she more than ofen smiled when she made a kill or threat. This was no acception. Yang was a strange one, though she was 'evil' with 'good' intentions, she protrayed the image of a 'good' girl than an 'evil' one, in all it was just pure irony.
Yang caught something...or someone from the cornner of her eye, her body guards were already aware of the other precence.
"Seems like we have a shinigami on our hands."
Yang said as she gave one last glace at the tomb stone then turned herself towards the figure. All eight of them began to walk cautiously towards the person.

[Kairu Urahara]

~Kyle Brault~

kyle peaceful moment had came to an end as he sighted another person in the grave yard with 8 other man as his eye glared at them with anger seeing them walk up to him not sure what they might do . he sat there wondering why another person would be here because at time's when he's there no one is with him it's usually quiet and nice. gripping his zanpakuto hilt tightly staying on high alert just in case they might try to start something he said in a rough soft voice

" Who are you guy's and why are you coming closer to me . if you wish to live stay away from me ."

he said as they kept getting closer and closer he jumped off the tombstone and put a blunt in his mouth . lighting it puffing in some smoke and blowing it out his mouth

[||Kitty Yuudai||]

~*~Yang~*~


Yang couldent help but giggle, she was so use to people threatining her and such that it really wasnt a bit shock or scare for her. She shook her head slightly with a playful smile as her and her body guards neared him, she stoped about a yard away from him. Her umbrella handel lightly resting on her left shoulder, and her eyes looking, peering into his with almost a blanc...yet playful look. "My, my...Shinigami's like to draw on their swords first a lot." Yang tilted her head as she studied the strange boy infront of her.
"I suppose introdutions are in order...My name is Yang...these are my body guards; and I really suggest you lower your sword...Some people might take it as an invitation to fight."
Yangs voice was soft and almost soothing in a way her eyes however were sharp and almost intoxicating. Her body guards seemed to tence up a bit, a couple even hunched over in a defensive position. Yang raised her hand slightly, telling them to calm down, "Forgive them."
Yang then began to answer the next part of the boys question, "Well, when people walk up to another they usually want to say 'Hi' and see what the other person is up to; and that is what we are doing. Its odd to see someone as young as yourself in a place like this, even for a shinigami."
Saying the boy was young and being in a graveyeard was a bit odd, seeing that Yang looked young herself, like in her teens, about 16-17 years old.

With curious eyes yang scanned the surroundings, "Now that I have told you my name, what is yours, and your purpos being here."