Foreboding Rain [Private]

The thunder rolled, the lightning crashed, and the rain started to pour. Steadily at first, put picking up the pace at a tremendous rate. The tires caught the pools of water and created waves off the sides, only for an instant, but it flew across the road a good distance before hitting the ground with its airborn brothers. The black and red sheen across the motorcycle glistened from both the water and the street lights that were lit as darkness settled in.

Zeran felt the wind against his clothing and in turn him, the rain splattering onto both his visor and windshield. The rain disgusted Zeran, and was in some ways ironic. He had nothing against water in general, but rain just seemed unnatural to him, even though in reality it was. Putting more pressure on the gas, the motorcycle sped forth up the mountain road, where up ahead laid a simple town which he and his 'accomplices' called home.

Driving into the town, Zeran looked about at the buildings as his motorcycle slowed down to about half the speed he had been going. It seemed like a ghost town, no evidence of life. Now all it needed was to be placed in the 'old west,' a few tumbleweeds, and some intrigueing music. Grinning to himself, Zeran's vehicle came to a stop as he came to a large mansion, standing out from the other buildings. Unlike the others, it had been restored and refurnished, for what reasons he didn't know, and was home to most of his 'accomplices.'

Getting off his motorcycle, Zeran took his keys from the ignition, put the stand down, and walked towards the mansion. Having just come from the High School, Zeran was still dressed in his uniform, and over his torso was a black leather jacket, which he had forgotten to take off while in the school. Removing the black helmet from his head, two red, verticle stripes covering the head-like shape, Zeran openned the front door of the mansion, and yelled out, "Anybody home?" in a comical tone.

Flow became instantly glad when he heard Zeran's voice, for he was no longer alone in this dreaded lonely household. For Flow had decided not to go to school yet for somebody needed to guard the mansion in case of foul play while all the Vizards were having thier social lives. It is not that Flow did not have a social life, quite the opposite Flow loved hitting the town and would love going to school for the fourty fourth time, actually Flow did not know how many times he had gone to school since he had inhabited the land of the living considering sometimes he just left. However, the mansion needed protecting so for now Flow would have to get use to the idea he would enroll later.

By the time Zeran arrived lunch was already ready, as Flow had seen many types of human cooking and kept them in memory. However this lunch was not a fancy one and was just and sandwich, chips and a water simple, healthy and tasty. As he walked out to greet Zeran, Flows smile appeared something guarranteed to lift spirits. He reached out his hand into a high five adn said Hey Zeran how was scho--- He was cut off as all of a sudden like being hit with the turbulent surf of the reiatsu unleashed by the current battle in Karakura Town, caused Flow to stagger. He instantly felt the enormity if it was the pressure of several Captain Class warriors prepared for battle more pressure then Flow had ever felt, there he sensed two extremely powerful individuals whose power even toppled the rest. But most unsettingly was that Flow felt the pressure of two of his comrades Hyroku and Mr.Letony. He stared at Zeran's eyes knowing he had felt it too, now all he waited for was recognition on Zeran's part, whatever happened, lunch would have to wait.

Zeran felt the crashing waves of reiatsu yet again hit him, the many spirits in Karakura doing battle and causing destruction. All the reiatsus a either of hollow, shinigami or both, though different levels of power spread out through the town. Looking towards Flow, Zeran could tell he had sensed as well.

Tossing the helmet from his motorcycle onto a nearby couch, Zeran disappeared, using his shunpo casually as he passed into the kitchen. Looking down at the counter, Zeran spied half a sandwich, picking it up as if he didn't have a care and took a bite. Chewing the pb&j as he shunpoed back into the room, Zeran swallowed and looked out the window, the rain hitting the glass harder and more frequently than earlier.

Something didn't seem right about the locations and the feelings of two of his allies' reiatsus. Letony apparently was near a normal shinigami and had revealed his mask, and Hyroku didn't even seem to have any shinigami reiatsu left, nearly all hollow. Apparently both had forgotten a SIMPLE law... to use their masks as a last resort only. Taking another bite, Zeran chewed as he evaluated Letony's full situation. Being near a shinigami with that level of power...and both were directed at eachother. The fool must be fighting the shinigami. What excuse is there if he turns the Shinigami on them when they definitely didn't need it at the time. If Zeran got his hands on him, he would beat him to an inch of his life, if that. Swallowing and taking a second bite, Zeran turned towards Hyroku, who's case was already determined. He had allowed his inner hollow to possess him, a probebly permenate case. No doubt, Zeran would HAVE to kill him if he saw him.

Finishing the rest of his sandwich, Zeran licked the crumbs off his fingers and then wiped his hand on his uniform. What to do in this situation was what confused him. Obviously both Hyroku and Letony had blown their covers and hadn't as of yet been able to silence the ones they were against, which in Letony's case was a lose-lose situation. Turning to Flow, Zeran spoke, his words hard, "What do you think we should do... Leave Letony to die, or make a deal with the Shinigami he's fighting?"

Flow watched nervosly as Zeran went into the kitchen and began to eat his sandwich, it took Flow a second to understand that he was thinking about what was going on, Flow did not want to eat he did not want to risk anything weird happening so he just drank a little water and thought as well, on a second analysis of the situation Hyroku's seemed different alien the dark reliazation that one of his allies had fallen to his inner hollow saddened him, but he would have to get over at as he felt Mr.Letony facing a desperate struggle with his mask on against an extremely strong opponent.

It also seemed that several very powerful Hollow had just been turned into Arrancars and poised a threat to the safety of the region and it did not seem right to let them do it, all the while the Viazards had been neutral in the invasion o Arrancar but neutrality ever helps the victim only the oppressors, humans dieing and being swallowed up, Flow was having an eppiphany eventually if this kept up the Vaizards would also be conquered, they needed to make a stand, defend themselves, and thier adopted world or else face extinction.

When Zeran turned to him asking him his question Flow answered simply reaching for his zanpaktou No matter what, I am going, he is my comrade and I can't leave him to die, but I would like a peaceful solution. And this is our world Zeran we should stop being idle and protect it or... Flow sighed then asked What about Hyroku he seems to have... Flow gulped been swallowed up.

Zeran lowered his eyes from Flow to the floor, smiling sadly as he did so. He actually considered Rukongai his home, but ever since he became a vizard... Flow was right. This WAS their world now, and they had to protect it, though they had neglected to before. Looking up from the floor to the window again, Zeran spoke, "Hyroku will be dealt with when we see him. He has subcummed to his hollow, and, by the look of things, it's a permenate transformation. We will have to kill him..." Narrowing his eyes as he said it, Zeran continued, "While with Letony, we will go see. It's going to be our priority to stop the combat between him and his opponent before he gets himself killed, dispite him breaking our laws. Hopefully, the captain he's facing will be able to keep the run-in quiet so we can then regroup and incounter the Arrancar, if able."

Turning back to Flow, Zeran had a determined look in his eyes, the azure flames in the irises burning with resolve. The time had come for the Vizard to take a position in defending their territory, as the thunder roared above the mansion.

((Short....yeah....lazy....vacation....grandparents....fill in the blanks))

Flow was still remembering all of his experiences with Hyroku, while he had never had a close relationship with the man, he still was disheartened by this news, he had talked with him, ate with him, seen hi almost evryday, it was like losing a classmate it was not devastating but there was a sinking feeling in Flow's heart.

As Zeran addressed him his worst fears were relaized, they would have to kill Hyroku, Flow had a semi humorous thought of Old Yeller that almost made him laugh but it then put a bad taste in his mouth. FLow decided to continue to what Zeran said before replying, it all sounded good but still, they were going to be outnumbered, perhaps if they could make a deal with the Captain Class Shinigami to help them in order for them to help him then they would be better off.

Flow remained silent and then said something he probably ought no to,
Zeran I know Hyroku is completly a hollow now but is that enough of a reason for us to kill him, I mean he was our comrade, and wouldn't killing him be like the Soul Society trying to kill us for being part-hollow, I mean it just doesn't feel right. Flow siad as he opened a window, put his foot on it and prepared for the course ahead, he wouldn't leave this second since Zeran was his senior and it would be wrong to.

--------------------------------------------> Captain's Arrival when Zeran leaves.

Zeran nodded back to Flow, walking to the front door, and openning it simulatanously as Flow openned the window. The rain had calmed down slightly, but it was still pouring from the sky as if there was even more to come. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled as the vizard sighed as his eyes closed.

Killing one of their own. Zeran had despised such an ideal even when he had been a shinigami, though that had changed quite a bit after he had been betrayed by that damned captain. Turning him into an experiment, killing his comrades. Zeran had hoped that would be the only exception to his ideals, but this would be another time that instead would haunt him for quiet a while.

Reopenning his eyes, Zeran spoke quietly, but loud enough to be heard easily by Flow, "We have no choice. If we meet him, it will most likely be either him or us, nothing more, nothing less..." In a flash, Zeran disappeared, directly towards the hollow infested town and his target.

((GAH!!! Winter Break is making me lazy!!!))

------> Captain's Arrival