| abstract | - Morning had just broken out, and the sun was slowly rising into the dusk that coated Seireitei. Goddamn roosters and their cuckooing; they were incessant in their calling, as if they actually broken recorded that needed to be removed from the jukebox. "Mhm~" A solitary figure lay in an expensive-looking bed, which possessed extra fluffy pillows and sheets. The sheets were a faint shade of pink, and the whole construct appeared as if it were made by the most experienced tailors—something nobody else could ever afford. Seriously, even the bars and wood which it was formed from was dusted a solid gold. It was good being essentially god of a spiritual realm, that was for sure. As if this person had so much to do, and very little people to do it for her. But that didn't really matter to her right now; even though this person had quite a bit to do right now, she was content on sleeping the day away. The yandere-voiced alarm clock rang incessantly, though instead of being alarmed, this person found the creepy-voiced beeping something resembling soothing—come to think of it, this defeated the entire purpose of an alarm clock! Nevertheless, this woman, Nika Kazoraem playfully tossed and turned, hugging into the pillow beside her as if in a trance, sleeping the day away. The state of the world which she governed over meant naught to her at this moment—sleep first, business later was her motto. Then again, she'd usually get at least one or two things done each day, which was much, much less than the previous members of Central 46 achieved. Eh, didn't matter. The past was trash, and everyone and everything that existed back then didn't exist, as far as she was concerned. In fact, she was thinking of disbanding the Gotei 13, the Royal Guard, as well as her own Central 46, in addition to renaming Rukongai and Seireitei in order to get that point across. That era of that person was over, and the era of Gai Nagareboshi was ushered in. This, in a manner of speaking, was his story—nobody else's. It couldn't be made clearer that the previous Gotei 13, Royal Guard, Ryoka, Visored, Arrancar, Xcution, and all that crap was wiped from history and new races, terms, and organizations replaced them. In a way of breaking the fourth wall, Kubo's world didn't exist anymore and a new world replaced it. Anyways, back to business. Slowly stretching her arms in a similar manner to a relaxing cat, Nika Kazoraem threw off the sheets which she was grasping, hopping out of her bed. Gazing outside for the briefest of moments, it seemed that it was going to be raining today, how fortunate—not. But in Nika's opinion, rain was ever-welcome upon her land. It allowed her to relax and keep something resembling calm, in addition to being the sign of a rich and fulfilling day. Quickly, the devil woman approached the mirror which was situated in front of her drawer, examining her body. Even though she physically appeared fourteen, she was a tall young woman with long, blonde hair. Her bangs framed her face, trailing down to her chest in a behind layer of hair. Several clumps of hair were in the middle of her forehead, and the rest of her hair was tied into a long ponytail which draped down to her ankles in a dark vermillion ribbon. She had fine features, azure eyes and large breasts. Surprisingly; fatigue could be seen in her expression and it looked as if vitality had been scraped from her well-featured face—then again, she'd just woken up, so it was to be expected. Covering her small body was naught but a frilly pure white nightgown which possessed minor Lycrois flower patterns. Dark bags were under her eyes, and across her hair were uneven stands which struck out like sore thumbs. Letting out a small sigh, the Kitsune Tenjōgekido known as Nika Kazoraem prepared herself for a long day. Today, there was enough jobs to do that she felt as if she should merely quit before she started—there was an important meeting between her and the Head Seishin, in addition to stacks upon stacks of paperwork as well as the occasional odd jobs that were required to be finished in order to look after herself properly in this day and age. Still exhausted, Nika knew that such a feeling of fatigue would vanish the minute she freshened up—if she stayed in the same state as she was in this instant, she knew that she'd never get anything done. Stepping into the bathroom, Nika disrobed, flinging her nightgown to the glistening white floor. Sliding the shower door open, Nika slowly turned the tap of the shower on. A cold sensation ran down her body, before such iciness became warmer. The feeling of the water running down her back at a high pressure was refreshing. Steam rose from the shower, as Nika Kazoraem contemplated, "Gaillardia Nagareboshi is like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And…he's wonderful." Staring up at the glistening showerhead which emitted hot water, Nika smiled as she remembered her times with Gai, and how important he was to her. Leaving the shower with a snow-white towel wrapped around her lithe body, Nika trudged downstairs before swinging around to the stark-white fridge. To tell the truth, there was next to nothing of any worth concealed within the fridge, sans the birthday cake which she 'adopted' from Mitsuru Inazuma, who possessed the stomach of a picky five year old. Truth be told, Nika Kazoraem adored Gaillardia Nagareboshi's cooking; she found it something akin to professional work. Perhaps this was because Tenjōgekido had to form their senses instead of being born with them, and Gai's cooking was the first thing she ever experienced in food terms, and thus she quickly developed an immense liking for it, but anyways, she enjoyed it immensely. Removing the hard as a rock chocolate cake from the cool fridge, the Kitsune Tenjōgekido placed it upon the rather expensive looking table. For some reason, nearly every important object in Nika Kazoraem's mansion was solid gold, or at least, tipped in solid gold. Guess, that's the result of leeching the cash out of the paychecks of the people of Soul Society and using said money to fuel her crazy inventions and obsession with materialism—it was nature for the Tenjōgekido to be obsessed with mere possessions, and they hoped that in acquiring anything they wished for, they'd become complete, in a sense. Even though Nika had become complete so to speak, she merely loved possessing all that she wanted as it brought upon a nostalgic feeling.
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