Post by Hayuko on Oct 20, 2009 19:24:26 GMT -6
OOC: Just so you know, Aizen is dead @_@
…:::Hayuko Narumi:::…
A once young passionate, yet naïve child was now a serious seventeen year old man standing upon the white endless plains of Hueco Mundo. His once emerald green eyes were now a deep dark blackish color. His eyes so miraculously deep, you could fit the stars the dark abyss we call the universe and more. His black hair flowed elegantly by his face as he gazed at the sand in front of him. Yes it was the hayuko who had gone missing for a few years. His once emerald and cocky features had disappeared without a trace as he now stood, a much different person. It was obvious that he had matured. The question was. Was that truly a good thing?
Hayuko brushed his hair out of his face as his eyes were blank as they scanned the area. It seemed like time had frozen as he walked, alone in the plain desert. This place was known as the home of hollows, the home of arrancers. The place he called shadow of the valley of death. You would never know what was lurking behind those sand bunkers. Most people would break from the loneliness. Maybe the hollow that lay hidden, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, would eat others before they had a chance to worry about anything else. Hayuko didn’t like the place at all. It made him feel so exposed. While those inferior creatures lay hidden, he had no place to hide himself behind. You would never know where they could be, they could be bellow you and you wouldent be able to realize it before it was too late.
In the distance hayuko could hear a faint voice. The voice sounded rather familiar, though in this place everything would sound familiar. It was a mere bait for the weak to take. Once hooked, the catcher would let their prey squirm for sheer amusement until the catch silently laid down. Giving up. The Catcher would then take its prey and eat it like a delicious treat. The thought of it let a sour taste in hayukos mouth. Although he shouldn’t be thinking about things like that, since he himself had licked the taste of blood. The burning passion inside of him, vigorously churning his stomach until he couldent take it anymore. A feeling that brings you into frenzy that practically forces you to search for more. A feeling that shouldn’t belong to a human. Though hayuko was far from human now…
Hayuko focused at the task at hand. He had only came to see if the rumors of aizens death was true. That weakling had finally been taken out by ender. Though this is just speculation based on rumors. Hayuko continued treading through the sand until alas he reached a huge white castle. The castle of the espada he believed. He blew the doors open and saw that no resistance came…. Which was strange. So was it true that Aizen had been killed? Hayuko continued until he reached a corridor. When he looked down the hall he saw a small little blond girl and a red-headed girl. He gazed for a few moments and heard them speak. Then he knew why that voice sounded familiar. It was April Redwood. A person of the past. But something seemed different. Her eyes seemed lifeless. Almost as if the soul had been sucked out of her. Then he realized, she didn’t have a will of her own.
He walked up to the 2 of them only to then see a little girl named miyu. He had only met with her once in the far far past. She was the son of aizen. If he remembered correctly that was. “Now this is a sight, my dear old friend april with a little girl in hueco mundo” he paused “No, should I say, aizens daughter. Is it really true that he is dead?” He said. “While your at it you might want to tell me why she has no life of her own” He said “You do realize love from someone without a heart is worthless right?” He said. It seemed as there was venom in his words that would strike her down to the heart. Hayuko then crossed his arms then shrugged “I’d appreciate if you just handed over that bonehead so she could go back to where she belongs, after all… She’s nothing but a lifeless puppet to you. “ He said. He might not have seen April in a long time, but she was his friend. He might as well do her a favor a send her back to where she belonged.
…:::Hayuko Narumi:::…
A once young passionate, yet naïve child was now a serious seventeen year old man standing upon the white endless plains of Hueco Mundo. His once emerald green eyes were now a deep dark blackish color. His eyes so miraculously deep, you could fit the stars the dark abyss we call the universe and more. His black hair flowed elegantly by his face as he gazed at the sand in front of him. Yes it was the hayuko who had gone missing for a few years. His once emerald and cocky features had disappeared without a trace as he now stood, a much different person. It was obvious that he had matured. The question was. Was that truly a good thing?
Hayuko brushed his hair out of his face as his eyes were blank as they scanned the area. It seemed like time had frozen as he walked, alone in the plain desert. This place was known as the home of hollows, the home of arrancers. The place he called shadow of the valley of death. You would never know what was lurking behind those sand bunkers. Most people would break from the loneliness. Maybe the hollow that lay hidden, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, would eat others before they had a chance to worry about anything else. Hayuko didn’t like the place at all. It made him feel so exposed. While those inferior creatures lay hidden, he had no place to hide himself behind. You would never know where they could be, they could be bellow you and you wouldent be able to realize it before it was too late.
In the distance hayuko could hear a faint voice. The voice sounded rather familiar, though in this place everything would sound familiar. It was a mere bait for the weak to take. Once hooked, the catcher would let their prey squirm for sheer amusement until the catch silently laid down. Giving up. The Catcher would then take its prey and eat it like a delicious treat. The thought of it let a sour taste in hayukos mouth. Although he shouldn’t be thinking about things like that, since he himself had licked the taste of blood. The burning passion inside of him, vigorously churning his stomach until he couldent take it anymore. A feeling that brings you into frenzy that practically forces you to search for more. A feeling that shouldn’t belong to a human. Though hayuko was far from human now…
Hayuko focused at the task at hand. He had only came to see if the rumors of aizens death was true. That weakling had finally been taken out by ender. Though this is just speculation based on rumors. Hayuko continued treading through the sand until alas he reached a huge white castle. The castle of the espada he believed. He blew the doors open and saw that no resistance came…. Which was strange. So was it true that Aizen had been killed? Hayuko continued until he reached a corridor. When he looked down the hall he saw a small little blond girl and a red-headed girl. He gazed for a few moments and heard them speak. Then he knew why that voice sounded familiar. It was April Redwood. A person of the past. But something seemed different. Her eyes seemed lifeless. Almost as if the soul had been sucked out of her. Then he realized, she didn’t have a will of her own.
He walked up to the 2 of them only to then see a little girl named miyu. He had only met with her once in the far far past. She was the son of aizen. If he remembered correctly that was. “Now this is a sight, my dear old friend april with a little girl in hueco mundo” he paused “No, should I say, aizens daughter. Is it really true that he is dead?” He said. “While your at it you might want to tell me why she has no life of her own” He said “You do realize love from someone without a heart is worthless right?” He said. It seemed as there was venom in his words that would strike her down to the heart. Hayuko then crossed his arms then shrugged “I’d appreciate if you just handed over that bonehead so she could go back to where she belongs, after all… She’s nothing but a lifeless puppet to you. “ He said. He might not have seen April in a long time, but she was his friend. He might as well do her a favor a send her back to where she belonged.
