[OOC: Of course. More the better. On a side note i'm going to be modding this post later do to the fact I don't have time atm to fully post. Also your post is fine Eaon >.>']



Taisho laughed softly at the comment about the common sword styles all Shinigami are made to learn in the school, His eyes turned to look at his fried. Sadly the man was right, that sword style was to common among everyone but things can't change over night. He nodded to the man as he kept on listening, Once they got to the bar they entered, His eyes scanned the room for anyone he new and to his luck he didn't spot anyone he really noticed.

"Every shinigami has there strengths. Some are blessed like you wish great swordsmen ship, others kido based and finally Hakuda style user's. There is a rare case when some Shinigami are good in all three. Much like my self, i price my self with begin a Hakuda master and a great swords men and very highly skilled at Kido. Though it's common for people to look at a Taicho and always think of them that way. So i'm not alone."

He would walk up to the bar and take a sit, bringing his arms on the counter he tapped his fingers twice on the wooden counter top. He looked back at his friend with a smirk on his face once again. "I my self have been out on the field twice in the human realm. Once with the 6th division where I gained the scar across the face. Then the second time when i was The Lt of the 2nd division, Lost a great man that day but that said I drove my sword threw the beast what killed him."

He would let out a soft breath as the bar keep placed a bottle of sake and two small cups. Taisho nodded his head and placed a few coins on the table, the bar keep swept them up and was on his next order. With that taken care of Taisho poured the two cups of Saki. "To good health." He grabbed his cup and took a small drink, he let out a happy sigh with the taste of the alcohol went down his throat. He was just wondering if any other members of the Gotei are going to show up on this fine day.

So this was the kind of bar Taisho preferred to skulk around in. It felt very western in its appearances, probably because of the bar counter. Eaon was much more the traditionalist, he preferred a nice table by a window that he could sit at and drink from so he could watch outside. Nothing was better than being able to observe what made Sake taste so good whilst enjoying Sake.

Eaon didn't say anything when Taisho spoke about his skills. Eaon just assumed he was the better swordsman and Taisho was unlucky because Eaon didn't fight hand to hand and worked very hard to ensure that he never had to. Hand to hand was one of those things Eaon just didn't quiet understand, some people had Shikai and Bankai that relied on it, however the choosing of going into combat unarmed verses someone trained in swordsmanship just seemed dumb. Eaon really wasn't one to judge, he was sure that Kido users probably thought the same thing about people like Eaon who didn't have range. After all if the history of the World of the Living was to be believed, guns did eventually eclipse swords for a reason.

Eaon stood for a moment next to the bar with Taisho and pulled his Zanpakutou and Wazakashi off of his belt, leaning them against the bar before he sat down. Eaon really did hate bars like this, he was always convinced his Zanpakutou would slide down and hit the floor and Eaon felt naked without it around his belt. Still it looked pretty wrapped up in Chiaki's cloth sitting peacefully by the wayside. Eaon almost couldn't wait for winter so that her ribbon wouldn't have to be adorned by Eaon's Zanpakutou and he could again wear it as it was meant to be.

"I've been out numerous times, however I was also born in the World of the Living and so it doesn't really feel real there for me any more. So much has changed." Eaon said thinking back. It used to be it took months if not years to construct their towering castle walls and defenses from Eaon's time. Yet now in a matter of months they could construct sky scrapers that towered into the heavens. Even at night in places like Karakura it was never actually dark, and the fear of fire and death were removed by fire departments and Hospitals.

It was a golden age for humanity and while everything went perfectly for them they still managed to kill each other an never be aware of the dangers of the hollows that swarmed their streets always hungering for their souls. Shinigami like Eaon were there to protect what they could, but it had been so long since Eaon had been a human being himself he couldn't help but wonder if it was even really his fight any more.

"Cheers." Eaon said as he picked up the colorless clay Sake glass that he'd been poured by Taisho. The warmth and flavor of the Sake wriggled its way down his throat quenching any thirst he had. Despite the more or less depressing state of mind that Eaon was in when the Sake poured over his lips he smiled. It tasted really good, the summer heat and a good friend had brought out the flavor. Perhaps Eaon had been a little brooding or even dark when dealing with the new changes in his life, perhaps it was time to look it over and see things in a new light. Life really wasn't that bad.

Taisho would quickly notice Eaon put his sword down on the ground, while sitting there his sword was giving him a pain, cause it seemed to stick out way to much and looked like he was happy to see someone. Since that was the case he quickly pulled it out of his sash and rested it on his left right by his feet, the handle was just out of his hand reach. What truly didn't matter, he was a great swordsmen but if anyone dared to attack him, he could simply knock them on there ass crying for there late mother.


"I really need to take you aside and teach you the arts of Hakuda. You may think its pointless to have. But if your facing a foe who some how disarms you, You'll be skilled to knock the persona way and then grab what your a master of."

His comment was bold but to the point, he new eaon's skills and right know if Taisho were to attack he could make it hard on Eaon right from the get go. But then again he was also at odds coming to blade to blade combat with the man. He was a true swords master of the art of it. He would take another sip of his drink before topping up his own glass and Eaon's shortly after.

"I never had a human life I must admit. I was born here in a noble house, a shocker to hear cause i no longer carry the name behind me. Or to that fact was never given it, I was named after a Shinigami who saved my mothers life. Though i have not seen her face nor my fathers in hundredths of years. I would also not care to see them, I'm a changed man from then."

Taisho had seen to many deaths to smile all the time like he used to, He was a warrior of the shadows nothing else mattered in his life. He had a few people he truly carried, But he choose a long time ago he would be alone for ever. Cause of the deeds he did on the job. His sword was stained with to much blood but then again it made him the man he is. The man his division respects and listens to with out fail, He was sure if war broke out his men would charge into battle right behind him.

"I'm sorry to talk about my open past like that. Have never truly told anyone that before. Last one I really ever told that to, I my self put there body in the ground and gained the jacket I wear today."

Truth be told he hated his past life and wanted to remove any of the facts he was even of noble blood but then again you can't change what family your in, if you could life would simply be to easy.

Eaon let some more sake pour down past his lips and into his mouth. It was a nice flavor as every part of it ran along his throat down to his stomach, it warmed him greatly. Sake was a beautiful drink, it was one someone could consume with friends and be happy and even in the summer heat, the warmth of Sake never made you hotter. It was a joy to consume, and a joy to consume with others. Eaon had grown quiet fond of it in his time as a Shinigami, which was good because for the longest time before hand due to the life Eaon had lived he didn't care for drinking. It wasn't until he'd met his master that he'd started.

"I am thankful for the offer I really am Taisho, however I've no desire to learn any more ways to end lives than I already know. I'd be happy enough if I never had to shed another drop of blood as long as I lived." Eaon said quiet cheerfully declining the offer to learn Hakuda. Not only did Eaon find it useless to know, but even if he didn't, Eaon didn't want to be a better killer. Really and truly Eaon didn't want to be a killer at all. His master had been right about him, a world of bloodshed wasn't one that Eaon was meant for. He'd have been happier with Chiaki and a few herbs and medicines to mix together and sell in the Rukongai had he never picked up a sword.

Still Eaon wasn't one to decline carrying a sword now that he had it. Because Eaon existed, he knew it was naive to assume others like him didn't exist. The idea that there could be more slayers of men who could so easily take life bothered Eaon and he felt that someone had to protect the public from those men as well as those men from themselves. Eaon had successfully slain his life and hopes for peace, however that didn't mean that somewhere in the vast world be it the Seireitei or the World of The Living there was a Shinigami or Human who would one day walk the same path and could hopefully be saved.

For as long as people were alive these things had defined them, and hearing Taisho talk about his past he was no different. A nobleman and one named for a Shinigami who'd saved his mother. A sword that saves, a beautifully naive thought. Because Taisho lived, or his mother did,t hat meant that someone else somewhere fell victim to another man's sword. It didn't matter who you were, good or bad once you meet your end to a sword your past goes away and you simply became a victim. Eaon wanted a world where he could live without creating victims, where maybe Hakuda or swordsmanship were practiced for sport instead of bloodshed, though it was unlikely that day would ever come.

"It's fine to talk about your past. I'm sure you Division Two guys don't get time to be sentimental very often. Probably makes your work harder yeah?"

Taisho looked over at Eaon as he spoke about not wanting to kill another. That right there could kill Eaon in the end. The fact of the matter as a Shinigami your job was to protect, And if you didn't kill to protect the ones you didn't kill would just simply end you. Perhaps that's what Eaon truly wanted any more. He had gained to a level of a swords men what few had ever gotten. He has gained the final stage known as Bankai. He has climbed the ranks to the second highest any shinigami could ever also dream of. perhaps in his long life he truly missed someone he new, His eyes looked at the ribbon what Eaon always had on his person. A love one indeed he thought, His eyes looked Eaon over for a second until he returned his gaze to his drink. He did enjoy it, but truly this caused some men even women to go insane. So he tried to keep away drinking to much.

He let out a soft breath as he began to tap the counter with a single fingers. Enjoying the feel of his index finger hitting the oak wood under it. Taking another breath he smirked some what about the second division comment. "All other shinigami simply hand use people to kill or send to the maggots nest. Or we are ordered are self's to end another's life. We are known of showing no emotion and to be heartless. Are job is hard and we pride are self's in the work we do. That said, we are like any other..Killing isn't easy work and having to watch over every soul isn't easy as well. Though begin Sentimental I my self haven't been known of having feelings at all. I'm the captain who gives out the orders and even the one who swings the sword at the end of the day. I truly under stand what the man ahead of be truly dealt with."


He reached for his cup with his left hand and took a big sip of his sake making sure he got every drip of it. Having it burn all away down was the meaning of all this. He placed the cup back down onto the counter. He slowly ran his tongue over his teeth inside of his mouth biting down on the inside of his lip making sure he felt the sudden jolt of pain. What Taisho was always used to, Pain kept him alive, it pushed him further and further threw the ranks. It gave him the reason to live and push forward. With out Taisho was sure he would of died by the hands of that Arrancar. His eyes looked down at the empty glass he know had.



((ooc: Sorry for the shortness))

"For me Taisho that was never the case. About Killing being hard work I mean. It came naturally. I can cut through five men in a single cut. I excel at it. However I wish I'd never picked up a blade. I could have been a teacher or a doctor and avoided so much pain and suffering had I not." Eaon said in response to Taisho. He wasn't quiet sure why Taisho felt the need to talk about his time in the second. Eaon knew it couldn't be fun, or nice, or pretty. Eaon specifically chose to avoid the second division because of that kind of work. Eaon hated it, he loathed it, he didn't want killing on his soul any more. It was too late for him to wash the blood off his hands, especially if there were other people like him out there. Other people like Taisho who lacked their restraint and control. What good were Taisho and Eaon's lives if they couldn't prevent others from having to be like them?

In an ideal world people like Eaon and Taisho would simply fade into obscurity. They'd take their profound knowledge of how to kill with them, and that'd be that. However the world wasn't ideal. Eaon and Taisho were only alive probably because they were so damn good at taking lives. Even though Eaon hadn't taught anyone how to kill like him he always had to wonder if there was another killer like him, trained by his master only addicted to the color and smell of blood. Would Eaon have to face this monster and kill him one day? Could Eaon kill him? What if he was better? Another terrifying question was one Eaon was probably sure he knew the answer to. Had Taisho taught anyone anything he knew? What were the odds his Lieutenant knew how to fight like Taisho? The problems with bloodshed only ever lead back to bloodshed.

"When I was young I used to think I could attach honor and other ideas to killing. However in the end it didn't matter. Life is life, and I am a destroyer of it. Maybe more live now if others hadn't fallen, but still the ones that did fall fell at my hands. And I am only human, I couldn't save anyone with my blade. We don't protect when we kill, we just destroy. We can't really protect much."

Taisho would turn his head slightly looking at the young man, he truly had a point but a only his view on the matter. He new for a fact a hell of a lot of shinigami looked at them self's as protectors of this realm and the human realm. When really all they do is pass judgment on who they feel fit. He let out a low laugh tapping a single finger on the table.

"I must ask, most likely you'll not answer. Have you gave anyone the chance of training with you, like one of those special students who you pass shit down to."

Of course Taisho had one of his own, but he let her choose what she wanted to learn from him, He hardly wanted to make her into a killing machine he truly gave the young woman a chance to live and get were she was today. He just wanted to make sure she was ok when it was his time to die. Or well of course taken out by a higher and stronger person. Then she would have the duty of taken his spot and he was sure Kerei would honor his name very well.

"I wonder how that Fukutaicho is doing of mine. I made sure I left all the paper work I didn't finish to be forwarded to her office..Though she always has had a thing with my stuff."

When he said that he know started to kept him self on guard worried the little creature would hear it or even be around to attack him. One thing he some what feared. Kerei with those gloves on. Since she destroyed his jacket and he had to wear one of those i dunno kind of ones..Even though they look the same..but Taisho new the difference between the several captain jackets he owned. The matter of fact it wasn't truly Kerei's fault..he was the one who went shunko..was he not?

"I can't imagine why I wouldn't answer that question. No, no one other than me knows my sword style, and no one ever will. My methods of killing die with me." Eaon replied to Taisho's question. Eaon found it odd that Taisho felt he needed to ask at all. Eaon was very open about his distaste for the way people passed down their weapons and sins for the next generation to further in the exact same methods. When Eaon had first trained under his master, his master had told him that one day Eaon would be the strongest Swordsmen alive if he'd completed the training. Luckily Eaon never did, because Eaon was willing to bet he was unrivaled amongst the Shinigami in terms of ability with the sword, and someone else learning that ability or mastering it, was far too dangerous.

"I will never understand why you people can't finish your own damn paper work." Eaon smirked before drinking another glass of Sake. The flavor was really good today still, despite the darker undertones of their conversation. Eaon supposed that talking about killing and actually killing are two entirely separate things. Besides being strong one one's beliefs didn't make them a bad person, it made them more admirable in Eaon's eyes. Too many people were entirely too willing to throw away their beliefs at random to get ahead in life. Standing firm on principal was a nice change of pace.

Eaon was lucky in that unlike Taisho or Senna he didn't have to worry about the trials that it meant to become and lead as Captain. Likewise, as a Shinigami, Eaon didn't necessarily deserve that power. The best swordsmen and killers didn't deserve to rule themselves, they deserved to be used as the weapons they were and then once their service was done, they were to be allowed to be sheathed. No one needed to spend their entire lives killing, and likewise Eaon didn't spend his entire life killing, nor did he really want to. It put Eaon'd mind at rest knowing he didn't call the shots, he didn't need to know the men he killed nor why they died. Just that their deaths were on someone else's soul, their blood was just on his blade. That was something Eaon could live with, that was something he'd been trained to live with. Eaon didn't like killing, but he would kill. He just knew how to do so to keep from bothering himself too much.

Kirei groaned, sitting on a bed, watching a woman in front of her pull several outfits out of a closet. “I have to meet him soon, Imouto.”

The bubbly girl shoved an outfit at Kirei’s face. “This?” Kirei looked down in disgust.

“Ok not that.”

She began tossing outfits around and finally, something flying through the air caught Kirei’s eye. “What about that one?”

“Ew, you won’t attract men with that.”

Kirei stood up and angrily grabbed the dress. “I’m meeting Taisho! Not attracting men!” She huffed and walked off to change.

She came out and saw her little sister’s eyes light up. “Oh, well that does look good on you.”

“Really?” Kirei said and looked down with a smile. It was a loose grey skirt with a tight white blouse.

Kirei looked around the floors and laughed, noticing they were spotless. In the time it took her to get dressed her sister had managed to clean the floor of the clothes. Kirei walked over and sat down on the bed, pulling on some grey flats. “It feels weird not to have my boots on.”

She looked over and grabbed her gloves.

“Really, you’re going to wear those?” Her little sister sneered.

“They are weapons, not a fashion statement.” Kirei growled, carefully pulling the black fingerless gloves on. She looked at the metal on the knuckles, she noticed that they were scuffed up a little, she rubbed it on the bed sheets a little, seeing the shine once more.

Kirei looked down at the necklace she cherished so greatly. She closed her eyes, trying to put the image out of her mind. The image of her rushing to Taisho, full power, trying to kill him. She shuddered and reached out for the necklace, putting it around her neck, not bothering to tuck it in her shirt today. She tightened the bow on her wrist and looked over at her little sister. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Alright.” She handed Kirei a shoe box and smiled at her. “Tell Taisho I said Hi, I’ll have your robe finished by tomorrow morning, hun. Love you.”

Kirei smiled and took the box, kissing her sister on the cheek. “Love you too.” Kirei walked out of the room into a long hallway, then walked into a living room. “Bye Father.” She said to an older man, with two kids asleep on his lap. “Bye, Kirei.” He mouthed. Kirei smiled softly, hearing one of the kids mumble. They were her nieces. She walked out of the front door with a wide smile on her face.

Walking down a pathway she reached a giant gate that connected to a tall wall that went all around the house hold. She opened the gate, letting her fingers linger on the cold metal. She turned her head once more to look at a big word “Kurushimi”. “Thank you, Taisho.” She whispered softly.

She walked calmly. She knew Taisho would have someone else keeping him company and probably wouldn’t notice if she was late. She smiled randomly again, she had done half the paper work at the house, leaving her father to drop them off at Taisho’s office. She could feel the bounce of her necklace with every step she took, it was odd. Her sword swung with her steps, loosely hanging on her left hip.

She finally reached a bar where she was told to meet Taisho. She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear. She clutched the box with her left arm and with her right hand opened the door. It was slightly dark in the bar, some eyes turned to look at her and she smiled weakly. Her eyes scanned for her captain. When she finally spotted him she smiled and approached, coming from behind him.

She got a good look at his friend while she was approaching her captain. He looked strong, but a lot like Taisho. He looked like he could be a friend instead of a soldier. Kirei finally reached Taisho and laid her chin on his left shoulder. “Taisho!” She said a bit loudly and giggled.

She still had the black shoe box clutched in her arms, she felt like she was holding Taisho’s sword again, when she refused to give it to anyone. She rolled off her tippy toes and went back to flat footed, and then she would walk around Taisho, presenting the box to him. “I am sorry I’ve been gone the last couple of days.” She whispered, her smile fading a little. “I had something to finish.” She gave a faint smile before gesturing to Taisho to open the box.

In the box he would find his white captain’s jacket. Some parts poorly sown together, others seemed like a master did it. On the back he’d find an off color white patch sown into the jacket where she hit him with the kido. It was capable of wearing, fashionable for burning and obviously a lot of work. “I saw the look on your face when I hit it…” She whispered. “It was just like the face I would have had if this necklace got destroyed.”