Depression, memories and war

thunder crashes and rain falls down on the people of Karakura town; making his way downtown, Victory was walking fast as faces pass him by. faces of people he knew, that knew him, of the dead and the live. today, the red headed elf looking boy did not pay no attention to any one of them. all the meanwhile his cellphone was ringing and ringning, but he refused to pick it up. he knew who was calling him; he just didn't want to answer it, especially not today. the teen wasn't dressed well for the cold wet weather, but since he was very resistant towards the climate it didn't bother him at all.

he wore a white vestlike hoody with a black design in the front and black painted wings in the back. the striped white and black long sleave shirt was visible through the sleeves and also from under the hoody since the hoody was a little short and the shirt was down to his hips. his black capris had lots of laces that hanged unlike his usual zig-zag zippers. his chains hanged over his hips, two on the right and one in the back that connected towards the two. his converse were untied, but the lace wasn't long enough to trip over and so he left them like that.

Staring blankly ahead, he was just making his way through the crowed of unmbrella's. memories washed over him, depression, longing, wanting and he wondered: if he was never born, would his parrents have still been alive? the phone finally stopped ringing sending the person calling to voicemail. "Yo it's Victory Morgan, I can't come to the phone now because I have amnesia and I feel stupid talking to people I don't remember. I'd appreciate it if you could help me out by leaving my name and telling me something about myself. Thanks." said his voicemail.

"Victory, you honestly need to do something about that voicemail of yours, its as bad as your ringtone!" replied the voice. Victory had it on speaker, but he still refused to pick up the cellphone. "... It's aunt Goei... I was just calling to check on you and also wish you a happy birthday... I know this day is very dificult for you, but please... try to have a good time..... give me a call back as soon as you recieve this message... I love you..." said the woman on the other line sounding a bit worried.

It's always times like these; year after year, on this same when the red head would always fall into depression and think and wonder about the death of his parrents. Victory was born on the same day as his father, while his mother died on his twelth birthday. ever since then he always had trouble celebrating the day he was born. Each year instead of enjoying himself, he would be endulged within his precious memories of the past while everything else in the day went completely wrong. what was worse was the fact that each year he would think the same question over and over again: if he was never born, would his parrents have still been alive?

It's been five years now since his mother died, five years since that question has been haunting him; and he just can't seem to let it go, and he doesn't want to let it go... he just doesn't want to... the sounds of screams snapped the red head out of his thoughts. low class hollows were comming out of the subway. Being able to control the temperature around him, the red head launched forward and instantly through a barrage of punches unaware of another individual in the area. his punches of subzero-degree celsius began to freeze the hows in an ice cube with each impact.

Ashen reinhart, a young looking man of 6 foot with long brown hair he kept tied up and brown green eyes. Ashen wore baggy blue jeans and a hooded long coat. Ashen was lounging on a roof top seat, starring at the sky. It was raining and there was a few cracks of thunder but these things didn't bother Ashen. The likely hood of him getting sick was slim to none, considering he slept in worse when he was human. The coat was semi water proof to boot, so he was mostly dry anyway.

The feel of rain splashing down on his face was oddly calming, and the man was for once not anxious or bored, a feeling he could only usually shake off in battle. The reason he was out on a bench on the roof of a building in the middle of a thunder storm was not because of that though. It had litterally been a month, since Alice died, and Ashen was feeling some serious guilt over that. She had trusted him, and he let her down, twice, since not only did she die, but her soul was destroyed. she didn't make it to souls society, she didn't go hollow, she was dead for good, all because he didn't kill the son of a bitch walter the first time the man attacked Alice.

Ashen had no intention of letting the man escape with his life next time they met. Ashen would rip his soul to shreads if they ever met again. "Hey Ashen snap out of it!" Fura shouted happily. "Somethings happening over there...." Ana said more quietly. "Huh, so there is." Ashen hadn't noticed, he was to busy thinking to feel the mass of spiritual energy nearby. It felt like more than one, how strong he had no idea. Ashen stood and snatched his blades up, casually walking towards the edge of the building.

Looking down in the street, Ashen spotted several hollow emerge from the subway. At the same time an orange haired kid appeared, using a strange form of attack that froze one of the solid. One of the hollow, a particularily nasty looking one, came at the kid from behind bringing a clawed hand back in an attempt to shread the kid. Instead only blood would splatter Victory As Ashen shunpo'd forward, his katana in both hands rising in a cresent slash that severed the arm. Ashen spun quickly, drawing his tanto and stabbing it into the hollows mask, killing it.

Ashen turned and took the chance to examine the youth. He himself didn't look much older than the boy, but he said, "Cheer up kid, they're not arrancar but they are some fun." As he said that one of the hollow slashed at him with a hooked blade attached to its arm, causing Ashen to flip backwards and away, before dashing forward. He jumped, drawing back his swords, and stabbing quickly with both blades repeatedly into the arrancar's chest, killing it easily. Ashen landed, and dashed towards the last hollow in his path, one that was backing away hesitantly, before cowering as hee drew nearer. Ashen brough his sword up to finish, but hesitated....

Karakura Town. The spiritual hotspot of the world. Hollow attacks had increased, yet things were still normal. The one shinigami assigned to the area wouldn't have been enough, so just what was going on? Who was helping them? A captain was dispatched to investigate. The five foot four blond walked through the streets with an umbrella. Damn weather. It was also depressing. Then he felt it. Hollows, and a large number of them. With them, and probably the one destroying them, was a human. Well, that explained one bit of the mystery. Then a vizard showed up. Possible second bit?

Riku Tomoshibi went into a dead run, going into the subway. He followed the railcar to the right station. When the shinigami got there, most of the hollows were already killed. The human and vizard were taking them out easily. But for some reason, the vizard hesitated on the last one. Riku drew his sword and threw it. The blade cut off the hollow's head and stuck into the pillar. Calmly, the boy walked over. Between a certain great nephew and him, there was a noticeable similarity. Though Riku is a captain. He did bring his haori along though.

The boy grabbed his blade and sheathed it, turning to the duo. His eye color was neutral, a normal blue. "I have a few questions. Would you two be so kind as to answer them to the best of your ability? Then I'll get out of your hair..." His tone was kind, yet stern. Hopefully it was just these two doing them a favor.

"Where are all of these hollows coming from?" the teen wondered as he landed back on his feet. normally Victory would take out the hollows with ease, but he seemed distracted. today was just not his day; lost in thought he didn't realy nottice one of the hollows were behind him till it was too late. turning face to face with the hollow, the boys eyes widened in shock. blood suddenly bursted from the hollow; splattering all over the teens face. it screamed in pain as blood trickled down Victory's face, for a moment the red head felt his heart stop; he didn't know how to react till after he saw the vizard.

quickly getting a hold of himself, he whipped his face getting only some of the blood off of it. the vizard did not look familar, but then again he didn't know too many vizards except for Kano and Parius. the vizard spoke telling him to cheer up; he was right, but somehow he didn't find it in him to answer him. releasing his breath, he continued to attack the hollows as another hollow attacked the vizard. the hollow above him had its hollow mask upside down, by spinning his hand Victory created a miniture twister. "Take this" he screamed smashing the hollow mask with one direct punch.

now floating in midair, he turned to look at the last hollow, the vizard looked as though he had it under control till he hesitated. Victory instantly surrounding his palm with his reitsu and was about to blow it when Jun, so he thought, went in the way and sliced the hollows head off. "I hope that wasn't payback!" he said annoydly thinking Jun was trying to get payback for the hollow he stole during the time they saved Saisei. he suddenly paused at the sight of a haori, there was no way that it could have been Jun.

the figure that stood in front of him, looked so much like him, except for the fact that his friend has green eyes instead of blue. "f-first tell me who you are and then maybe I'll see if I can answer your questions?" the boy asked the captain wasnting to know who he is before answering any questions. he was feeling very confused as to who he was. if this was Jun, that could mean either he's dead or he was always a shinigami in a gigai. "And you too..." he said to the vizard seeming a bit paranoid from the events of the day.

The last hollow was killed, decapited by a keen blade throw from behind. Ashen sighed a little annoyed, and turned to look at a new arrival. The man before him was a captain, the hoari he wore made that much obvious. "Not a half bad shot.." Ashen commented As the boy retrieved his sword. He looked young, but was likely quite old. The captain asked if they minded answering some questions, and the boy who'd been killing the hollow first spoke, asking his own question.

"Depending on what you want to know, captain." Ashen said, not respectful sounding at all. "But you can answer A question for me, too. Even seen a man who looks like me. A scar across the eye, long brown hair and bright blue eyes?" Ashen spoke of his father, describing him as he'd looked when last he'd seen him. He'd heard it from a fox looking man, who apparenly knew his father, but it was obvious the fox hadn't delivered his message, which was more than annoying.

Ashen waited for the captain to find his toung and spoke to The kid beside him."Your a strong one, by the way you delt with those hollow so easily. When our questions are answered, Feel like a match? might cheer you up a bit, gloomy." Ashen was speaking before thinking, not realising the kid was grieving. But then again, he wasn't exactly the most social person. He prefered fighting, or solitude.

Riku was confused on the payback comment from the red headed elf. Then it hit him, and the young captain just grinned. "Poor Jun...tell him if he ever wants a rematch with his dear old Great Uncle Riku Tomoshibi, he's more than welcome to it. Oh, and do me a favor and tell him that if it's any consolidation, Kurama does heavily apologizes for what his alter ego did to the poor boy. He'll know and you don't wanna know..." Riku shuddered at that experience. He did introduce himself soon after. "I'm Riku Tomoshibi, Captain of Squad 9. You two are? And feel free to ask, I'll gladly answer to the best of my ability, Mr. Vizard. Just know that I might be somewhat limited to what I can answer to."

The vizard asked his question. Now that he thought about it...one of Riku's eyebrows went up. "Jensen Reinhart, Captain of Squad 13, and one of the captains that agree with me a lot on certain issues. Now I'm curious. It's not uncommon for family members to not find each other in the Rukongai or even among the Gotei 13. Are you related to him?" After the vizard and the human introduced themselves, Riku explained the reason he's there.

"The reason I'm here is because we've been detecting an increase in hollow activity here. Normally, it would be far more than the one we have assigned here to handle, but things are rather normal. We're just wondering if someone is doing us a favor is all. It could be something more, that's why a captain was sent." Yep, that sums it up, and hopefully his question really didn't need to be asked as it was implied.

The small captain grinned causing the hot head to scowl not knowing what was amusing till after he spoke. A surprised look came upon his face as he said great uncle. “Hell this guy looked way too young to have been a Great Uncle!” the boy thought. But then the blonde mentioned a favor and made him curious. He didn’t know who was Kurama, but to tell Jun that he is very sorry for what he had done to him didn’t sound right. Victory doesn’t have boundaries for himself, but he would easily take on an organization leader to save his friends life. In seeing the captain shudder, the boy expression became serious and curious.

The captain introduced himself. “Riku…” he repeated his name without calling him captain or tomoshibi. He wasn’t rude; it was just what he did with everyone. The captain told them that they could ask him whatever they wanted and he was surely going to take advantage of that as soon as the vizards questions were answered seeing as though he was the first to introduce himself as Ashen. He wasn’t very respectful, but then again Victory wasn’t much for formality himself. Victory listened well to the description for future reference, “A scar across the eye, long brown hair and bright blue eyes.” It sounded interesting enough to not very well miss him. The captain raised an eye brow and said that his name was Jensen Reinhart, another captain of squad thirteen. The two spoke about the guy named Jensen, Victory didn’t mind; he liked hearing these sort of stuff.

The red head was very talkative; it was almost strange how he was quite. The vizard spoke to him and challenged him to a match; gloomy? He didn’t really pay much attention to that. Giving a fake smile he thought that it might have helped him release some tension. “You’re on.” He replied, accepting the match. The captain explained why he was here and there for only half of Victory’s questioned were answered. “Well that explains a few things… I’m Victory Morgan an advisor from the coalition; I live here, alongside a few other vizards. The increase of reitsu probably attract hollows to come more often, but I don’t like hollows who come to feast and so I often patrol the area. Sorry I guess I was doing your job then; it’s just living here and just watching hollows come and attack isn’t something I do. And so I normally handle the hollows in this area.” He explained answering the captain’s question.

Now taking a deep breath, he gave a poker face. “Question, what happened to Jun?” he asked. “He is my best friend and never did mention anything about this. I will deliver your message, but I would like to know what happened.” He explained as he folded his arms. Victory could play with his life, ignore a few incidents and even stay quiet about things that bother him, but he wasn’t bound to let something that important slip by. He treasures friendship far more than anything else in the world, giving up everything he has just to keep it. His eyes showed it as he awaited the captains answer.

"Old man doesn't talk about me, I take it. He's my Father." Ashen said before introducing himself. "Ashen reinhart, I'd say its nice to meet you, but we may end up enemies so lets save ourselves the trouble of having to fight friends." Ashen was being rude, but he was speaking truthfully. The Gotei had made it known they were not freinds to vizards when they kicked them out of soul society.

"So dear old dad's a captain. Tell him not to get killed before We get a chance fight. That tricks getting old." Ashen said, resting a hand on his katana. Ashen was seven when his father died and he took it as a betrayal, His father had promised to return and had broken that promise. Not only that but, Every one refered to Ashen as "Jensen's boy," or "The Great Warriors Son," And no matter how hard Ashen tried to surpass and earn a name for himself, all anyone seen in Ashen was Jensen's strength, not his own, which resulted in Ashen having a great deal of resentment towards his father.

"Alright, so you answered my question, i'll Answer yours. As our little human freind over here says, there's quite a few vizards Living In kurakara town. Not sure why, possible because It was once the home of the great and wonderful ichigo, or maybe because the place down the road make a mean coffee." Ashen said sarcasticly. "Make of that what you will, but I'm not inclined to specify anymore than that." He continued.

"Anything else, Captain? Or can me and victory start this fight. Your alway's welcome to join, just dont be angry If you loose an eye." Ashen waited for the captains reply. if indeed, he accepted, they might have to Change location. As much as Ashen didn't care about the location of the fight, Zer might be a little pissed at him for fighting with a captain and human in the middle of the city.

Riku rose another eyebrow. "No he doesn't. Then again, we never came across the topic of relatives with powers or anything like that. I'll deliver your message. Oh, and us becoming enemies won't happen if I can help it. I already have a friend in the Kishi. If it doesn't happen the way I want it, I'll still fight, but I won't necessarily kill." Riku mentioned. He was all for an alliance with both the Coalition and the Kishimasuku. Hell, he had a friend in it, Parius Chitose. The human spoke, giving possible explanations. Riku responded in kind. "It's quite alright. It's not exactly upsetting the balance of things. Actually, you're just doing us a favor. Sorry to say it though, I'll still need to hang around for a few days to confirm what you say. Coming back with only a couple of witness reports wouldn't exactly appease a lot of people."

The vizard just added on to it. And even challenged him as well. Riku only grinned, though it was kind of sad. "Normally I'd take you up on that offer for a friendly spar. I haven't exactly had much time for that as of late. Unfortunately, I don't have the free time right now. What I can do is watch and patch you two up after you're done..." From behind his back was a pair of nearly over stuffed first aid kits. "And try to minimize damage unless you move to a secluded spot." Victory talked some more.

Riku admired the guy. But that wasn't his place. Riku's face flushed and avoided eye contact, ashamed at what his Vice-Captain did. He doubted a simple apology would suffice, but it was a start. "That's not my place to say. If you two are best friends, and you ask about Miami on his way back from here for something, he'll tell you. When you hear it...keep in mind that Kurama has been punished accordingly." That was all he would say to that. That incident also allowed the red head's feelings to become known. Kettou Soshi knew it, but refused to mention it. And it did explain a lot of things. Still, Riku felt guilty about what happened...

Ashen revealed that the man was his father; he was being rather rude about it too, but the captain seemed unfazed has he kept a rather calming atmosphere. he looked like Jun, but he seemed much more... different at the same time. sure he was a bit shorter his eyes were a different color and his hair was also a tad shorter, but that wasn't the point. the way the captain comported himself and presented himself was already a huge difference in Victory's point of view. looking back at Ashen he thought it was a bit funny how he already wanted to start a fight with his father. Victory himself would give almost anything to see his father again... he honestly wouldn't mind fighting him if it would give him the chance to just see him. his memory was a complete blur, he wasn't entirely sure of what his father looked like nor was he sure how he was like. the red head could somewhat see in Ashens actions that he seemed a bit resentful, however towards what he didn't know.

Riku seemed unamused as he raised his eyebrow a second time, normally there isn't a third time so the red head really hoped that Ashen wouldn't push it. the captain spoke keeping his same calm tone; not only did he agree to deliver the message, but he also explained how they wouldn't become enemies. his calm personality was soothing; he wasn't sure if it was just his character or if he was intentionally keeping a tranquil-like atmosphere. either way Victory was very spiritually opened and was prone to picking up other beings spirits, this means that when he is around depressed beings he is prone to becoming depressed; which is why he tries to joke around or keep himself optimistic. however in this case, the captains calm reitsu was slowly affecting the red head and was even calming the rain. the vizard spoke again and made a small Joke; Victory cracked a small smile. "Glad I'm not the only one who likes that place." he commented about the coffee shop.

The captain spoke again and explained how everything was fine, but that he was going to stick around just in case. It would have been funny; just imagining the scenography of the situation, he doubt most seated members would have been satisfied with that kind of answer. the Vizard added in more info and challenged the captain to come in between the spar, but the captain sadly turned it down. "Drat..." was all the red head thought, it would have been cool to have a spar with not just any captain, but Jun's great uncle. the cpatain also made sure to let them know that they should move if they might cause some major damage; looking around at the place, the red head thought that it would be a better idea. he himself knew that his powers were already destructive, now fighting against a vizard would create a disaster. "Good point..." he said and then changed his expression as he asked a few questions of his own concerning Jun.

Upon seeing his face flush, Victory knew something was wrong; the captain avoided eye contact with him, he seemed very ashamed of something. he spoke mentioning about Jun's trip to Miami; Victory remembered that the blonde had mentioned to Saisei that he met Parius in Miami, he seemed a bit odd but since he made him a bit upset when he was fooling around with Kerensky he never asked. now he knows something bad had to have happened and this "Kurama" was the cause of it. Until the red head knew what had happened to the blonde, he wasn't going to react; the captain looked sorry and he did say that this guy was punished, but still... Victory was very unpredictable when matters dealt with his friends, thunder struck as Victory was silent for a moment. "I understand..." he responded, Jun was his best friend. If he wanted to tell him then he will listen, if he isn't ready to tell him then he would wait and if he doesn't want to tell him then he would sooth him it was as simple as that... but if Victory finds out the wrong way, depending on what happen could determine what he would do.

Looking back at Ashen, he held a confident expression on his face. "Lets take this spar somewhere else, my neighbors already think I'm strange and I'm not in the mood for moving again. got a place in mind?" he asked him. the rain was slowly picking up again, returning towards it's pouring state rather than keeping its once calm pace. If the Vizard didn't have a place in mind then Victory would take them towards a plane field where there was a lake nearby unless the captain knew a better place. all the mean while as he walked his dark past would haunt his mind keeping the boy strangely quite. he felt trapped, trapped within his own mind with no escape. he wanted it to stop. the whistle around his neck suddenly glowed as they reached their designated location. thunder cracked again. the boy had no idea that this whole time he was the cause of the storm, he just thought that the soul society loved to make it rain each year on this particular day.

Unleashing his fullbring, a strange tunic appeared over his entire body; he looked as though he was a ninja from the desert. he had a white scarf that is made from the Ginpaku Kazahana no Uzuginu a silver-white windflower light silk, which was strange since only members of the Kuchiki family wore them. his face was concealed beneath a bandaged like had and the scarf, his tunic was blue and looked very flexible. the marking in the front was an eye, dedicated towards his mother (The "eye" of a storm) while the back looked as though it had something there, but it was ripped out. both his laps, his arms and fingers were bandaged and so was his chest beneath the marking. "Lets get this started, I say anything goes... unless you have something else in mind for the terms... although I state that Riku is ref!" he said as he raised his hand.

After agreeing to the terms, the battle began and lightning shot from the sky down into the palm of the red heads hands. holding it like a rod he launched it forward, the one rod alone was as strong as a hado 4, but then just as it was launched it duplicated itself as if it were a bakudo 63. despite the heavy rain, the sky seemed rather calm as if it was reflecting how the red head was feeling. the red head didn't know what to expect from the vizard, but he did know that the vizard wouldn't be expecting what his abilities were. hit miss or dodged the boy would look like he blured towards his right or left depending on the situation with his palm opened. "Don't take me lightly, just because I'm young." he commented knowing that most people who challenge him try to go easy on him cause of his age. by blowing into the palm of his hand, he created a strange whistling sound while shards of ice was shot at him all the meanwhile keeping a bit of a distance between him.

"Thats a pity captain." Ashen said. The other two exchanged some words and then Victory suggested moving away, asking where they should go. "Anywhere not near the city's fine, if you know a place lead the way." As they were walking Ashen spoke to the captain about his impending stay. A warning mostly. "While I'd like to fight you, you said no which is fine, but be careful in Kurakara town, some of the other residents aren't so... polite about it."

He knew some of the other vizards wouldn't take kindly to his presence even though they were supposed to be at peace. Ashen couldn't care less really but giving the man a heads up would keep him alive atleast. He noticed victory didn't have much to say about anything, and he let him walk in peace. It didn't take long to get where they were going, and Ashen looked up at the sky above. It was a fitting scene for a fight, but something didn't feel right, as if the storm wasn't natural. Not only that, he had a sense of forboding, as if something terrible was going to happen.

That feeling almost put him off, until victory assumed his fullbring, a power Ashen had only heard stories of, but had never seen. It was apparently born from the power of a hollow, which made fullbring uses the kin of vizards and arrancar. Victory asked about terms and Ashen just said, "Agreed. No killing. If either of us go to far, you'll have to step in captain." was all Ashen said. A bolt of lightning shot down into the palm of victory's hand, and then out of it at Ashen.

The attack duplicated and shot towards him at high speed, leaving no room for him to escape to the sides or up. Ashen trew up his arms, protecting his face, neck and upper torso as best he could as he was peppered with lightning attacks. The steel vambraces he wore did good job of that, but they were close to useless after those attacks, and ashen's coat was ruined besides. He was hard to take down, and that was nothing he couldn't handle though.

When the attack ended, Victory spoke and Ashen replied. "Now where would the fun in that be." He said smiling as he drew his katana and tanto. He skipped messing around and went straight to shikai, calling out "Fight to live Fura Ana. this transfored the katana into a longsword with a cross hilt and the tanto into a long knife or dirk styled weapon. Victory began to blow in his hands, unleashing a barrage of ice at Ashen, who shunpo'd to the right to avoid the attack, and unleash a kido at the same time. "Hado 33, Sōkatsui!" he said, firing a blue ball of fire at victory.

Ashen used that as a distraction as he circled round and came in behind Victory, aiming a slash up the kids back with his long sword. He over extended, and regained his balance quickly, then fell back a little to avoid retaliation as he'd left himself wide open if victory suddenly decided to counter. After that, Ashen began to circle, slight smile on his face.

Ashen spoke up. Riku just shrugged. "They have a right to be pissed. I wasn't exactly happy about the exile either, despite not being a vizard. I can handle myself. Besides, there are always a few bad apples. Despite my age, I'm no slouch. They'll find me difficult to deal with. Thanks for the warning though." It was much appreciated, but unless they can hide completely, they would find sneaking up on Riku extremely difficult. This Victory fellow didn't have much more to say. So he just followed in silence.

They settled on terms, and Ashen gave him an unneeded command. "I've done this before, you don't need to tell me." Riku took a spot to the sidelines and watched. A fullbring...was that what his father had? What about his own younger siblings? Riku didn't really talk to Jun about it. Then again, a lot of things happened in that vacation. Either way, he kept a close eye on things...

(OOC: Skip me until the fight ends or things start to require my interference.)

The terms were set and the battle began; the lightning bolt that he launched duplicated, Ashen threw his arms up in order to protect his body from the rampage of lightning bolts that were summond. many of the rods made contact and even ruined the man's coat; with each strike of lightning, Victory felt his heart pound. he disliked the feeling, it made him very uncomfortable; he never checked if he ever suffered from depression, but nor will he ever check it out. it was an answer he didn't want to know and as long as he didn't know, it would never bother him. fealing a bit underestimated, he spoke to him as he prepared his ice shard technique. Ashen replied and also summoned his Shikai; a quick flash came accross his mind, like a long lost memory. he for sure knows he never fought a shinigami or a vizard before... so he thought, now that he was doubting himself.

the appearance was intriguing, his zanpakutou became a long sword with a neat cross hilt and a long knife. "Nice." he said before blowing into his hand, ice shards suddenly began to launch, but Ashen used shunpo and dodged the shardsand used hadou 33. the big blue ball of fire gave him this deja vu feeling, but thinking about it was giving him a head ache so he wasn't suspecting it to have been a diversion. as soon as it was shot, he placed both his hands into a "V" shape and sucked it. being about to launch it back, he realized that Ashen was behind him. turning last second the sword still managed to scratch him, it wasn't deep enough to kill but it was painful and it did tore into his full bring revealing his back which hand a huge tattoo that rand down it. During his turn to avoid a direct hit, he was semi facing Ashen when he shot back the Kidou.

hit or miss, the red head could see the smile on his face; he didn't like it that he was circling him, so he figured that it was time to surprise him. "so it's a tooth for a tooth huh?" he asked seeing as though he ruined his coat and Ashen ruined the back of his fullbring. "Eat this!" he said throwing up his hand and summoning a huge tornado, unlike his tornado fist this one was a literal tornado. If sucked in the tornado, the wind slices his opponent like a sharp knife. Causing the damage like a hado 58, but with addition of wind cuts. the tornado would throw him towards the ground and Victory would appear from above slamming tornado fist down onto his stomach. how ever if avoided the force of the wind would knock him back and Victory would still appear from above (Yes he can fly) and attempt to land the tornado fist onto his gut while his free hand attempts to block any sudden movement with the zanpakutou.

Ashen's hado never hit, not victory, not the ground, it just vanished. Confused ashen attacked warily, and managed to cut the kid across the back, when his hado shot from victorys hands. Ashen's eyes widened as the blue ball of fire shot at him. He failed to avoid it, having over extended himself on his attack. the hado hit his chest and he staggered back. Ashen began circling Victory warily, like a lion would circle a man with a spear.

Victory shouted before he attacked, and gave himself away. Ashen dodged backwards to avoid the swirling wind vortex. The kid was full of surprises, Ashen realised and that made him smile. As the tornado passed, victory moved and appeared above. Ashen pressed his swords together, forming a greatsword over six and a half foot long. The sword was smooth, and the blade dull and heavy, causeing blunt damage in place of cutting. The change in size also came with a change in strength, (Was x2, now x3) but he moved slower. (speed Was x2 now x1 or normal.) He swung the heavy weapon straight up at victory, if he didn't dodge, it would probably damage the bones in the kids chest, but the tornado fist would make contact with Ashen's upper chest and floor him seconds before victory was thrown away by the force of Ashen's attack.

If indeed Victory went trough with it, Ashen would pick himself up, and make sure victory was ok and standing before he continued. If Victory did dodge then Ashen would just attack him without much warning, swinging the sword from left to right at victorys ribs. taking the sword in one hand, Ashen pulled on his Vizard mask, his smile vanishing beneath it. The mask granted him a boost to speed, but thats not what he wanted. Making sure the captain was not in range, Ashen let out a hollow like roar, creating a powerful tornado of wind like energy shot towards Victory, with the force of a gran rey cero. If it hit, it would hurt and trow victory back a good distance.

The vizard seemed a bit confused as his hado disapeared, this ability was known to confuse most opponents especially since Victory takes advantage of his strange powers. as soon as the weapon sliced his back the hado was shot back, catching Ashen off guard and hitting him point blank at the chest. Victory was a bit distracted as he fought; the scar on his back burned, but that wasn't what was bothering him. as Ashen began to circle him, he saw a flash of another person as if Ashen was someone else; he couldn't really tell who he was, but he had this sudden feeling like he was forgetting something very important. snapping himself back to reality, he shouted trying to get his head back into the fight all the mean while creating his tornado. Ashen dodged backwards to avoid this technique, he seemed ver entertained since he was wearing a wide smile across his face; Victory however was swaying in and out of his fantasy world, it was making him feel weary and it was making it very difficult to pay attention.

Apearing from above, Ashen pressed his swords together in order to form a much larger sword; the red head knew he could dodge, that he could have avoided it. however as Ashen swung the heavy weapon straight up, the red head wasn't backing down. a flash of a memory ran threw his head... blood... blood... everything was covered in blood. a figure of a man with bright blonde hair was lying in a pool of blood. Victory himself looked as though he was at least five years old, he was also bleached in the same crimson liquid. his eyes were wide open... something snapped... it was painfull? snapping back to reality and out of his memories; the red heads eyes were just like in his memories, except for the fact that he wasn't a child. the tornado fist made direct contact against the vizards upper chest, but somhow there was this sickening cracking sound. as if everything was in slowmotion, the young teen looked down to see that the vizards thick sword was pierced threw his flesh. most humans would have been in esquishinating pain; however Victory was resistent towards pain so he didn't quite realize that four of his ribs were broken and two cracked.

letting out a startled gasp, blood gushed out of his mouth as he was thrown towards the side; for a brief moment he was breathless as slid accross the mud. as he came towards a stop he finally caught his breath, wincing at the pain. "That could have gone better..." he joked as he sat up. clutching his chest, he slightly moaned; something didn't seem right, but instead of lingering on it he ignored it. Despite the red heads suicidal move, Victory knew what he was doing. Ashen was much stronger than he was and so it would be very dificult to land clean shots. Taking advantage of his resistence to pain; the red head had no idea that one of his strengths could quickly turn into a weakness.

Ashen's sword struck home, and at the same time victory's punch landed, knocking the wind from Ashen with enough force to floor the solid warrior. Victory was launched aside as Ashen hit the ground with a grunt, sword slidding from his hand. for a moment, the vizard stared at the sky as rain dropped down on his face. then he slowly got to his feet, looking towards Victory. The wound he had inflcted on victory was gruesome. Ashen had taken a nasty hit himself, and was left with a dull ache in his chest.

As victory sat up and spoke, Ashen smiled. "So your alive. You pack quite a punch kid. Still, thats a bad wound, I was expecting you to dodge... Captain, do you mind fixing him up? I'd rather you not bleed to death." Ashen would push the matter if the boy refused. He usually wouldn't care, and would continue to attack regardless, but he made an exception in this case. He liked the kid, he was strong, and reminded Ashen of himself when he was allot younger.

Ashen would wait patiently until victory was ready and had taken stance across from Ashen again. He seperated his weapons into his longsword and dagger again. As he did he swung his sword and launched a splinter of steel out of his weapon. dodging around victory he slashed at the kids right arm and spun past, slashing at his back with a dagger.

Ashen himself was standing causing the red headed elf to slightly scowl; the last guy he hit like that, couldn't stand for weeks. "What the hell! your still standing?" he yelled out pointing as if he was some kind of freak of nature. his expression suddenly became blank as the vizard began to ask the captain to step in. "Hey, I'm not done yet!" the hot head said angrily. "I may be human, but I'm not one to go down after one hit!" he said as he unsteadily stood up. "I'm ready for round two!" he stated as he went into a battle pose; his chest was bleeding very badly, but his stern expression defied the way he was hurt. despite anything the vizard said the boy would keep his same expression as his body would then suddenly glow. "Tell you what, if I can't make you go into bankai then that means I'm done... but if I do then you have to promise me that you won't stop unless I'm on the floor!" he said sounding very determined.

Victory wasn't backing down, despite the injery his mind wasn't quite registering what was up with his body. flash backs and memories were clouding his judgement as he stood his ground. an old memory rustled through the back of his mind, a women with bright red hair and beautiful blue eyes suddenly landed a kick towards a small figure of a kid. the child skid across the floor before crashing into the wall. "What are you doing?" the women asked the child. the child looked no older than eleven years old, he had the same hair color and eye color as the women; he was rubbing the back of his head. "Stand up!" she directed harshley. the child gave her a hertful expression, but tried to stand up anyways. the lady watched him in disaproval and then let out a low sigh. "What am i going to do with you... Victory!" she suddenly raised her voice catching the kids attention. "Hrm?" he asked looking back seeming unfazed by his mothers harsh tone. "Stop being lazy, when somebody knocks you down you stand back up. You have a lot of potential, unless you gave it your best shot then I don't want to see that you are on the ground!"

the red heads eyes suddenly glowed brightly as the memory ended; the storm became wild as the wind blew in from different directions. his body began to emit a strong reitsu as small twisters began to form around him; they werent strong enough to drag anyone of them in, but they were a sign of an increasement in strength. "Was it really my fault?.... if it wasn't for my existence, would you really be alive?" his mind wondered as he let out a battle cry; shifting into his final form, Ashen seperated his weapons again. charging in the red head eyes seemed to have flickered from blue to red to blue again. As he swung his sword a splinter of steel was launched at the teen, the kid dodged the splinter and then blew in his hands in order to stab him with his ice shards. unfortunately the man was dodging around and so it failed to impale him. how ever as Ashen attempted to slash out at his right arm, the teen had a lighter in his left hand, he blew just as he came close enough to cut and a flames emerged from the lighter as if it were a flame thrower very similar to the hado 33. hit or miss the sclash to the back would make contact, creating an ex with the previous slash that was there earlier.

Twisting his body for a counter, the elf felt his chest tighten; the crackling sounds were disturbing, it was making him feel week. by placing his hand in a v shape, he knew that he needed to create another opening. a massive wave suddenly shot out like a fire hose spray, the tsuno blast was a very powerful technique seeing as though it was able to break through walls. hit or miss it wouldn't have mattered for as soon as he saw an opening he was going all out on it, he was determined to get the vizard to use his bankai. if he moved the red head would blur being him and launch a giant hollow block of ice; it would look like a gran rey, but in a form of a giant ice crystal, although if the wave made contact he would have still launched the same technique.

The boy refused healing, causing Ashen to Sigh. "I'm stronger than I look. And so are you... Stubborn kid. If you can make me go bankai, It might take mr captain to stop me from killing you. Depends on how you get me to go bankai of course." It was unlikely the kid would enrage Ashen enough to actually make him go all out like that. He was strong enough to force Ashen to use bankai if he tried hard enough, but making him go into a rage would be diffiicult, when there was no reason for it.

Ashen continued his attack, and as he was doing so, the kid launched a blast of fire into his face, forcing him to back off, meaning he never lashed across victories back a second time. Interesting move, he so far had shown great control over the air and ice, and now fire? he was no normal kid. As Ashen moved in to attack, victory place his hands in a v. Ashen came right at him as normal, slashing towards the kids face, when a blast of water hit him in the chest. He was launched back several feet despite his attempts to fight the current and follow through with his attack, which might have made contact but he couldn't tell trough all the water.

He hit the ground with a thump again, and tumbled across the grass. Scowling he stood. Alright so that was mildly annoying, but he wasn't going to loose his cool. He rubbed his chest where it hit. "Another one of those and i'll be having a hard time breathing too." He commented. He noticed the kid had moved while he was playing in the grass. He turned to face him, to find a poweful block of ice speeding at him. Shit! He threw his hand up, the long sword morphing into a small shield, not exactly ideal to block the attack, but it had its advantages. A blue aura appeared around him, protecting him from some damage. He blocked with the shield.

Ashen was Thrown back again, the peice of ice pushing him across the the area with ease. Somehow, he managed to slide from its path moments before it hit a tree. He rolled to his feet, his scowl deepening. The kid was probably feeling pretty smug right about now, but Ashen wasn't there yet. If Victory wanted bankai, he would have to try harder. Ashen darted forward towards victory, his speed now tripled, while his strengh had returned to normal. He slashed wildly with the dagger, aiming several slashes for the chest and arms. He avoided the neck, and did not thrust, but if the kid was stupid enough to walk himself into it he could be seriously injured, as Ashen's arm was moving with imense speed and it would be hard to change the diirection or a slash mid swing.

Ashen sighed as the red head proved to be very stubborn; sure he had a lot of guts to take on the Vizard, but to be willing to push the match that far was a bit risky. Victory didn't really mind, besides if anything bad were to happen the captain was there to stitch him back together. The Vizard spoke telling the boy that he was a lot stronger than what he looked like; with the reitsu he emitted he believed him, but what he said next made him a bit curious. Was he really strong? The boy never once doubted his abilities to fight, but he was a bit curious; was having physical strength and spiritual pressure all one needed to be strong? At that moment the boy felt emotionally weak as if the slightest of things could make him shatter; as if he were glass. The corner of the boy’s lips suddenly curved into a fake smile as he said that it would take the captain to stop him from killing him. He softly chuckled which didn't really come out as a chuckle since his chest was in so much pain, but it was a small laugh. "Then there isn't much to worry about." he said not being arrogant or anything, it was only because he did not fear death. This kid escaped the hands of death far too many times for his own good, so much so that at times it is as if he didn't value his life as seen when he took the blow to the chest.

The battle continued as Ashen went to go on with his attack; taking this as a new opportunity to take him by surprise, he used his lighter on him. Victory having the power of weather was prone to having natural disasters as ability; forest fires were caused by droughts as well as by men which is why Victory needed the lighter to perform this technique. The flame thrower countered the Vizard attack and forced him to back up from the intensive heat of the flames. The fire burned brightly as it reflected off of the teens eyes; fire, it was what countless people have called him. They would say that he had a fiery spirit that he was like fire bright and warm... he didn't think so and if he did, it didn't matter since it was raining. Everybody knows that water puts out fire… Placing his hands into a "V" shape again, Ashen came right at him; the red head had been trying to figure out his fighting style the moment they started the match and he began to notice that Ashen liked to take things head on.

Just as Ashen was close enough he shot his tsuno blast at him, hitting him point blank in the chest and launching him several feet away even though he received some pretty bad scars across his face. Ashen hit the ground and tumbles across the wet grass, the boys eyes narrow not seeming satisfied at all as he moved. To be honest though; the boy really wanted to just laugh, but he was way too stubborn to let down his guard. The man stood up looking very pissed as he rubbed his chest. The man commented on his technique which pleased the kid a bit, but wasn't what he was looking for; which was why he launched subzero bomb. "Shit" was the last thing he heard when he slammed the block of ice at him. He couldn't really tell what he did to counter; seeing as though his own block of ice was blocking his view, but he did sense a strong aura coming from Ashen in the last second. The block of ice pushed the man even farther back and was supposed to smash him if it weren't that he gotten away in time. Now covered in mud and wet grass; the Vizard stood up with a really dark look. Victory stood a distance away holding an arrogant composure on purpose; seeing as though it wasn't going to be easy to get the guy to use bankai, he was going to try to bribe him into doing so. "What’s wrong gramps, don't know how to counter or is your hips giving in?" he provoked.

His reaction wasn't the one he wanted; as the Vizard darted forward, the red head was a bit hesitant because his speed had increased. The Vizard slashed wildly at the boy aiming several slashes towards his chest and arms. Backing up the boy kept trying to block the slashes with his bare hands. He had several cuts across his chest while his bandaged arms were being cut up. He was doing very well for someone who didn’t have a weapon, but suddenly he felt strange as if someone or something wanted to be free from within him. His vision soon began to blur as his breathing increased, his body trembled with each slash of the weapon. He felt very nauseous as the world around him soon began to twist into darkness. Crimson liquid soon began to gush out more and more as he blocked with his hands, however his expression seemed somewhat possessed. His eyes weren’t blinking, his expression wasn’t changing, his movements were becoming much more reckless yet what caught his attention the most was the mere fact that the boys eyes went from blue to red. The boy’s body soon began to emit a strong reitsu as he blocked the blows. A wicked smile soon widened across the boy’s face as a darker but familiar aroma began to fill Ashen’s senses. The boys pointy elf ears began to twitch and as his mouth slightly opened he seemed to have abnormally sharp canines. Lightning struck and the storm became much more brutal as a mist seemed to suck the two in. as the Vizard struck, the boy suddenly let it scratch across his chest in order to get him back.

the teen subconsciousness shifted into hyper mode as hail like shards began to fall from the sky like knives. the boys hair soon became white giving him more of a hollow like appearance as lightning also began to strike down. Ashen may not have been aware, but at the moment his technique was the storm and with Victory being unconscious of what was happening it was about to get worse.