| abstract | - A grey rain of depression poured down upon Amanogawa City; as if acknowledging the hold that the Crimson Sovereign had upon the small area. The sky was as black as pitch; the rain pelted down as if never-ending. A roar resounded throughout the air, as the Armadillo Crimson Sovereign chased after its prey; a heavily pregnant young woman, whose pace was slowing second by second as tears welled up in her eyes. This was it. She felt as if she was about to die; right here, right now. Her life flashed before her eyes as she stumbled and tripped in Amanogawa Park, her foe descending upon her like a vulture. "N-No…I don't want to…I don't want to…die." She desperately cried. A cellphone device resounded in an unnerving monotone voice, "3…2…1…VANITY METEOR". Leaping high into the air, a golden drill of spiritual energy materialized around a figure's foot, as they shot forth at high speeds, aiming to obliterate the Armadillo Crimson Sovereign in a single blow; dropping down with a powerful axe kick. WHAM! In an instant, his foe was sent careening across the grassy landscape at high speeds; moving so fast that they couldn't stop, destroying them entirely. The woman couldn't believe her eyes- who was this figure before her? They seemed so gallant, so heroic- but so lonely. The armoured figure gave the woman a mere aside glance. This figure…Wearing several plates of stark-white armour in assorted locations on their the shoulders, arms up to the elbow, legs, and upper chest area, with piston-like protrusions from their upper arms and ankles, as well as a skintight white bodysuit underneath it all, held no emotion at all. Their helmet was stark-white and possessed a purple glowing visor, along with two crossed spikes at the top, and had a large vent at the back, allowing the wielder's spiky hair to stick out. Overall, this armour appeared to look heavenly, and had a prominent hornet motif. "W-Who are you…?" The woman desperately asked, as the figure coldly responded, "…It's none of your concern. I'm just doing what is necessary. Now, return to your home." Without any further small talk, the figure vanished, leading the woman to wonder, who was he, exactly? Disappearing from the scene, the armour which covered his entirety dissipated, revealing a youthful, slightly muscular figure. This person was a slim, yet muscular and toned young man of average height with dull red hair, which was kept in spiky strands jutting outwards in every direction, and a smaller, frontal tuft of hair partially hanging on his forehead. He had slanted eyes, and above the right one a thin scar was visible, diagonally going up his forehead. His left ear was adorned by an earring, with a prominent metal pendant reminiscent of a double-edged blade attached to it. On his left shoulder, he had an oddly shaped tattoo. This was Touma Seisou, who honestly wouldn't be out of place as a member of the Knights Templar with his extremist views. He scratched his head- he wasn't sure if what he was doing was right anymore after seeing that person show their true colours in front of him and protect him. "Dammit!" He clawed at his hair, as he screamed to the sky. Nothing made sense anymore. He'd always lived by the idea that Crimson Sovereigns = evil, everyone else = good. But now…No. This had to be a one-time thing. They were the scum of Soul Society, and as such, they had to be purged from existence. But…He wasn't sure anymore. It was as if he'd been left in the dark the entire time about the desire of the Crimson Sovereigns. Had he really been deceived his entire life to believe such things? He guessed, it was about damn time to have a talk with his superiors about this mess. He wouldn't be strung around like a goddamn puppet. Resolved to find out the entire issue, Touma Seisou ran off, towards the organization's headquarters for which he was employed. Wandering through the mostly empty streets of Amanogawa City, Touma felt as if he were down and out. Everything seemed so alien; such a feeling was justified- his entire rationality was turned on its head. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit!'- He couldn't be more shaken up. He couldn't focus; nor could he even think straight to save his life. Hell, he wasn't even looking where he was going! CRASH! With no concern, Touma Seisou bumped into an astonishingly familiar figure, who had a highly feminine appearance, possessing long, auburn hair which was tied into shoulder length twintails using small, yellow bows. They had peach coloured skin and emerald eyes. In addition, they wore a simple outfit, with a snow-white dress under a black apron. Touma scrambled to his feet, feeling slight pain- more anger than pain, however. He felt like he wanted to clock this person in the face to establish his superiority. This person didn't seem to hold any animosity, merely extending their hand to him, which he swatted away in an irritated manner. "…Che. Watch where you're going, you runt." Touma's words were spiteful and harsh, to which the figure took no heed, merely smiling- a fact which irked Touma more. "O-Oh. I'm so sorry, sir. I'll watch out next time." Their tone was sincere- Touma rarely met people who were honest, so this was a relief. "…Huh." To tell the truth, he was completely perplexed; it wasn't common that people showed him kindness. "Hm…" The person moved in closer; invading his personal space. Touma honestly felt like smacking them down—ever since he was a child, he abhorred physical contact of any kind. The mere thought of it made him feel as if a snake pierced through his flesh to reach his brain, before running down his spine to invade his entire body, slithering around. This was why—why Touma preferred to have his Reisōbi active, so that he would be cleansed of such a horrid feeling. He wanted to tell them to get the hell out of his personal space, though no matter how much he hinted at it, this person would not cease- it seemed as if they had figured out something about him. "…Stop looking at me like that, ya hear?" Touma felt genuinely put off by such closeness; for the sole reason that he felt genuinely uneasy about it. In fact, he wasn't sure at all. "…Huh. I'm not even sure what gender you are." These thoughts raced through Touma's head, and in one swift motion, Touma applied his left hand to this person's lower body area, clutching it tightly. The person's face went a deathly pale white, as Touma murmured to himself, "…The family jewels have not been stolen." Wait a minute. This person was a guy? "Well, I'll be damned." Touma uttered, as he continued, "Uhh…sorry, wasn't sure what the hell you were." This person crossed his arms in annoyance; not too happy about being grabbed like that. Touma's haphephobia and this person's little regard to personal space seemed downright hypocritical now. The two glared at each other in contempt; before this person broke the mood, cheerfully asserting, "I'm sorry! We didn't introduce each other properly." He held out his hand. "I'm Isshōmaru Ureshii. You are?" Touma glanced away, thoroughly embarrassed now. Really, nobody had shown him this much kindness before. "…Che. I'm Touma Seisou." He continued to look away, as he shook Isshō's hand. "You seem like a nice guy." …! Wait, what? Where did that come from? Touma was utterly perplexed now. "Wait, huh, runt…?" It seemed like that came out of goddamn nowhere! Before Touma could string a sentence together in his mind as a reaction, Isshō handed him a flower; Lycrois to be exact. Where had he seen this type of flower before? Oh, yeah! On that person's head. They looked so cute with it on; though considering that Isshōmaru hung around with Zakura and that person, he had a safe bet that that person was male as well. Goddammit. This was so confusing! It was like everyone was a single gender nowadays. Scratching his head, Touma accepted the flower, completely embarrassed. "Well, I'll see you around, Touma." Before Touma could properly react, Isshōmaru Ureshii had completely left, leaving him dazed and confused, but he was mighty embarrassed, that was for sure.
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