This fist of mine[Aisha]

It had been quite a while since Atrum had donned his Gigai, he had almost forgotten how to create the thing with all that has happened.  How long had it been since he used it, he honestly couldn’t tell how much time had passed, days, months?  He had no way to tell for sure, honestly though the last time he had been inside a gigai was the time the little one skewered him like a pig on a stick with that quincy blade of hers, quite the painful experience.  With a weapon designed to kill creatures like him specifically, it was attempting to disassemble him bit by bit.  Try to imagine that someone was ripping you apart tiny piece by tiny piece, while you were on fire.   However instead of you nerve endings eventually dying instead they were forcefully kept alive to experience every single loving moment of excruciating pain.  Enough with the side tracking and back to the real point, the reason Atrum found himself wearing his gigai and out of the house among humans.  He woke up to find not a single thing edible in their fridge, to which he expressed his disappointment in the fridge by carefully unplugging it before placing it somewhere on the roof.  After telling himself he’d get it down when he didn’t feel like watching it explode to the playing of whatever heavy metal he could find to fit the destruction, he set out in search of something to put in the fridge he was probably going to punch into a new shape and leave in a ditch on fire somewhere.

  “I could’ve sworn the plan was simple; get out of the house, track down food, bring it back.  No, I’m right, that is definitely simple.  So then how in the blazing hells did this even happen?”    Atrum asked sounding more curious than angry though a quick look at his face told that he was much closer to beating something into a pulp than his voice suggested.  “Okay Seriously this is a load of bull and I need these people to get out”  The Arrancar grumbled as several people around him all of which who were still staring at the boat possibly wondering how everyone even ended up here in the first place.  “Oh for the love of, OI MORONS!  YOUR PHONES!  CHECK ‘EM!”  Atrum shouted shaking everyone out of their daze, returning them to normal.  Now all the Rage Arrancar had to do was let the technological dependant populace was the obvious.  They would realize that creepy shit was going on and hightail it out of here.

Yet, here at the top of a mountain with several other people who he neither knew nor cared about that were staring at a Fishing boat still wet from the ocean propped up on what appeared to be an extraordinarily large set of linkin’ logs, however what he expected wasn’t what happened.  Of course it should’ve been obvious to him, a boat appears on top of one of one japan’s mountains.  A bunch of humans here to check it out, of course they would want to make sure it was real before doing anything.  Well he could try and handle this with tact and subtlety but he had neither the patience nor the desire to fuck around at the moment.  “Hey is anyone still on the boat?”  He asked loudly enough for the others around him to hear him.

“Huh? uh, no it’s empty now.”  Someone said in a mix of japanese and english considering that Atrum asked in english, he was just glad that someone here both understood what he was saying and could answer.  Despite living in japan he couldn’t actually speak Japanese, a weakness he chose to cover for by not giving a single solitary fuck about he was dead anyways no real reason to learn another language of the living.

  “Oh good that makes this much easier.”    He said sounding almost pleased with that knowledge as he raise a hand and the boat and the giant linkin’ Logs exploded into flames, causing the humans to panic and flee from the area.  “Now that that is done, where did that little shit go?”  The Arrancar asked sniffing the air for the scent of the small hollow that had caused him to chase it up here in the first place.  He probably didn’t have much time to finish up here and leave since he basically just lit a flare to anyone who could sense reiastu in the general area, the boat thing alone was like raising a giant neon sign saying ‘HOLLOW OVER HERE!’  and the other hollow he had been chasing had made no attempts to be discreet about it’s presence either.  Yes definitely only a matter of time before someone found him.  There was the sound of a branch breaking and the Arrancar turned his head to find his prey trying to sneak away behind the wreckage of the boat.  “Found you~”  Atrum almost sang cracking his knuckles as he took a step towards the lesser hollow.  “And now I’m going to break you.”  the arrancar was glad he got to stretch his leg and fight something again but he wished that it was more of a challenge, that he had a stronger opponent.  Someone worthy, well it’s not like he was simply going to happened upon a powerful fighter on the mountain, there hadn’t been one in weeks.

Not since someone thought it would be a good idea to flood the world with hollows a while back, or was that months?  That could've been yesterday for all he knew. Hells he sucked with time.

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