"Yes, that's right.." To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure. Practicing this was one thing, but actually performing it was another.
Standing just passed the market center of one of Naruki City's sections was the young Shinigami, clad in his full Shinigami garb, with a sword in his hands. There weren't any pedestrians around, not that they mattered at all at the moment, and they were only a few yards from a cold, quiet park where a soft breeze turned a merry-go-round musically. The warm lights of the seemingly still city shadowed every building and every alleyway, creating a haunting background where the shadows conglomerated to create the cruel manifestations of every humans' over active imagination. Tataki was here, under the spotlight of a strangely bright street pole, trying to explain his self exclamatory purpose to a Pulse that had almost lost his life twice to the cruel, disturbed darkness.
Come on. It isn't that hard to understand, right? Tataki was losing what little patience he had. Tataki had his sword raised, wanting to try pushing the hilt to the man's forehead again when he decided to, once again, over react.
"No no! Wait! Don't! I don't understand! Please! I thought you said you would help me!" Grabbing Tataki's shirt and jostling the light, small boy he demanded some sort of relief that made sense to his own mind. What was Tataki supposed to say? He really wasn't good with this sort of situation when saying what he was supposed to say failed. As he was shaken and shaken he was trying to manufacture some sort of reasonable explanation to this. Tataki couldn't just go and force the Soul Burial on someone...Right? I'd get in trouble... Tataki couldn't help but be slightly disappointed by that.
"W-Wait. Relax," Tataki would say, forcing the man to stop and would step away, out of the confused spirits grasp. There weren't many souls here, at least at the moment, as far as Tataki could tell. It was a still night and there really wasn't much to complain about. Tataki had been assigned to come here as it was within his ability to handle...But, well, this was still a bit much. Tataki wasn't prepared for having to actually convince a Soul to follow along. Weren't they supposed to just follow along with whatever he asked?
"Listen-" The words were cut off by a surprisingly high spiritual energy that seemed to just jump from no where. Tataki felt it behind himself and, sword not at the ready, he turned around to see what would have such a dangerously high power. That was a Hollow. But there aren't supposed to be any Hollow here, I'm pretty sure- His very thoughts were interrupted by another bounce of that same random, out of nowhere energy that was, again, at his back.
"Gyaaaaaaah!" A painful cry happened and Tataki, eyes wide, heart racing, legs feeling light, turned around to see...Nothing but blood splattered on the ground. Something...Ate him? A Hollow? But, I can't sense it all the time? W-What do I do? Where is it? It wasn't high speed movement or even a matter of slipping between two worlds. Tataki was capable of at least knowing that much.
"Why don't we play a little game, Ssshinigami? I waited sssssooo long for you to come, after all, itsssss only right I enjooy it, yesssss?" Slithery words were said right into Tataki's ear as, far too late to have done anything, he felt the energy appear and rest at his back. So close to his back he could feel the thing behind him. The hairs on his neck stood up, he could feel the warmth from it's body seep into his own, even the air felt strangely heavy as he stood there, unable to move. Feeling the full weight of this deep, dark and hideous entirety was paralyzing for Tataki. There was a terribly high difference in ability.
"Good. You want to play then? Yesssss. It will be fun...For usssss," It was gone again. Tataki didn't even manage to get a look at it. It was big. It was a lot bigger and smarter than an ordinary Hollow, that was obvious. Tataki felt a chill run up his spine and she took a half step forward and had to tighten his grip on his sword because his palms were just that sweaty. He was breathing heavy, as if he just finished running, and was just looking down at his Zanpakuto as if he had imagined the entire situation.