| abstract | - The winds across Rukongai howled. The birds sang. The streets were as crowded as usual, with very few spaces for breathing room. Unlike the Rukongai of Head-Captain Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's time, this area was suspiciously similar to modern-day Japan, with enormous skyscrapers and subways littered about the town. The sky was as blue as the rivers. The skies did not have a single cloud in it, much in the same way that the river nearby was without even a single rocky protrusion. Overall, this Rukongai was vastly superior to the Rukongai of the previous Soul King. This was because the Central 46 who governed over the land weren't a bunch of law-obsessed douchebags and the Gotei 13 weren't so morally grey. As the breeze ran through the city, a certain young woman wandered along the busy streets, clutching a dish of Japanese-style Silken tofu in her left hand. Today had been a peaceful day- yet, deep inside, the girl felt as if the days had become hollow and meaningless. She was a female of short stature and of a petite figure, standing at a 136cm and having a weight of 19kg. For some reason, she wore a solemn and robotic look on her face. Her hair was long and brown, going down nearly to her waist, strands usually floated by her side and are kept rather free, only tied into a simple side-ponytail which didn't do too much in terms of making her hair neat. She clipped upon a two-leaved clover where her ponytail lied, giving her appearance, a "natural" feel. Her fringe was parted to the right, with a majority of it hanging down her eyes and nose. She had two bangs that stroked her face and traversed to her chest. This young woman, with a physical age of thirteen was a delicious cake. Not cheesecake, nor spongecake, but an enticing lolicake. Her attire was very…machine-like one might say. It consisted of a long, dark blue cloak which trailed down to her feet, and was adorned with various red lightning-bolt patterns. It was capable of being buttoned with large silver buttons that are usually left open by her, although on occasion she would close them. Under this, she wore a sleeveless, black top-dress, which was kept fitting with a black belt that had a silver clip in its center. Finishing off, she wore black and silver high-heeled shoes. The sun shone, beaming down rays of light across the land. All in all, it seemed like a peaceful day in Rukongai. Peaceful wasn't good, dammit! It's been god-damn peaceful for the last thirteen years of her life. Something to shake up the status quo had to occur. Otherwise, she would go mad from boredom, doing anything she could to remove this worthless sensation from her body, no matter what it took to rid herself of the feeling. Such a feeling was like rats were crawling into her innards and gnawing away at them; as if the vermin could burst through at any moment. It made the young woman sick to her stomach. "G-Guh..." Despite imagining such a gruesome image, the young woman's stomach did not give up the ghost. With a indominitable will welling up in her soul, she was determined to devour every last morsel of the tofu she held in her hand. "With a burning soul and a passion for the unknown, I shall...EAT THIS TOFU!" She declared, as she thrust her pointer finger into the sky; a pose typical of the 'hot-blooded hero' in shōnen manga and anime. Most passersby halted their progress and stared at her as if she had gone mad; as if she belonged in a loony bin. Of course, her mental instability contributed to this assumption greatly; Agito Kishima was never too sane to begin with. Perhaps finding a cozy, peaceful spot to collapse upon and digging into the tofu in her hand would help relieve herself of such a nagging, unbearable feeling of worthlessness and boredom. While Agito's narcassistic tendancies and loathing for those all around her would often cloud her perception of the world and opinions of those around her, taking a bite out of Silken tofu often brightened her mood considerably; though she could still be considered arrogant and condesending even when joyful. Truly, Agito Kishima was an unpleasant brat to be around; yet she could still be considered 'moe' to the core by a dirty-minded otaku. Or heck, anyone who was into women who looked half their age, goddamn those lolicons! The grass brushed up against her bare legs; the bare skin that remained exposed from her tiny shorts. Unusually, such a sensation sent a delightful shiver down her entire body; causing her to blush furiously. Wait, what the heck? Was she really serious? This is most certainly not material for children. Avert your eyes, kiddies and don't watch this totally hot yet 'what the hell'-inducing scene. ...Ahem. It appeared for another side and another story, the narrator itself had lost any and all desire to protect the Fourth Wall; which wasn't just judo flipped over the narrator's shoulder with enough force that it exploded twice, but it was struck with an atomic bomb, had its remains duplicated and then those clones violated then brutally butchered, before the remaining body parts of those clones cooked into a delicious steak which was then consumed by all. Mmm...Steak. Maybe a little tomato sauce could aid in stomaching it. Oh, yes. That's right. Plot. Yes, you all read Rising Phoenix for the plot. Swiftly drawing a pair of chopsticks in an over-the-top fashion, Agito swiveled them around her pointer and middle fingers, aiming to plunge them into the blob that was before her; a hungry smile affixed upon her face. Ironically, the only times Agito wasn't frowing or busting out malicious grins that threatened to split her head in half was when she was rarin' for some grub, which was quite a bit. Oddly, she never had to diet despite stuffing her face anytime she sat down for a meal. One would expect that she would be a little lolicious piggy by now. Yes, "loli-" is now a prefix. It, along with "Pertastic" are now words in the English dictonary. If there are any disagreements to these new words, please state them.
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