Motionless tidal waves are waiting to fall on the sunny beach Rekkan is on. Wow, those waves are huge! Are they able to touch the sky? The Shinigami wondered if he was able to climb them and reach Heaven. Wait, that's getting a little carried away. There is no Heaven. How does Rekkan know it? He died and is now in a fucked up place. Well, living in the Soul Society was nice for a while, but becoming a Shinigami really screwed things for Akume no Rekkan. All he wanted to do was find a hobby, but those guys in the Seireitei really love to nag a person, don't they? Oh well, not even after the Arrancar attack did they lose their nice commanding posture. Rekkan had to give it to them, they had their way with leadership problems and things like that. But wewt, times were really hard and Hueco Mundo's little thugs thought they actually stood a chance against the mighty Shinigami. They should feel high and mighty because the mighty Shinigami were raped by their own kind. Pitiful... Buuut, life goes on and you just have to see it through. "Life"? Err... Death goes on? It was still weird for Rekkan that question always running around that little mind of his. Was he dead or alive? Alive he couldn't be, but Dead was impossible as well. Aren't the dead supposed to be... Dead?
The definition of Dead: no longer living; deprived of life; not endowed with life; inanimate; no longer functioning, operating, or productive; without vitality, spirit, enthusiasm, or the like.
Hmmm... He was none of the above. Spirit? He had a lot of spirit. Enthusiasm could be a problem but vitality? The Shinigami's body boasted with vitality! So... Let's say he's half dead, a zombie. Or let's just say he's Rekkan, a Shinigami of Soul Society. Yeah, that'll be enough. Titles will be thought of later by the one and only Akume no Rekkan. But where was he going with that? Oh, nowhere. So let's go back a little and try to figure out where the Shinigami was again. Right, so there was Rekkan, watching at the Tidal Waves - motionless - as he heard them scream. Tidal waves scream? That's odd. However, he decided to reply.
"Hello..." - he said with a simple and soft voice.
They kept on screaming. Rekkan figured out they weren't really talkative, more like anguished with life. Odd... Why would they be like that? The waves were free and had no owner; they could do whatever they wanted. Heck, they were water. So why were they motionless? They cried out to be released, yet there was no one to aid them. Poor H20. Wait what? When did water start to have feelings? Well, it is a living matter. It is? Noooooo waaaaaay. Don't come with that bullshit, mister Narrator and go straight to the point. What is this topic all about? Meeting Rekkan, of course. I don't usually write like this, even though it's being a funny thing to do. But going straight to the point, this thread is about meeting Mister Akume no Rekkan, also known as Rekkan of the Orgasm or Orgasmic Rekkan. Why was he named like this? I don't know, ask his mother or father. But moving on with the story, Rekkan was a bit sad. Although his face's expression continued to be the same blank and plain one, he felt a small shiver deep in his spine. He stood motionless, not giving away his feelings but preferring to simply watch and listen carefully for the water's cry. What was it that it wanted again? Oh, freedom. He nodded and unsheathed his cool Zanpakuto that was nothing more than a normal katana. He gripped it tight with his right hand as he stretched his wielding arm to its opposite side, the blade's cutting edge facing the waves.
"Well..."
He knew the repercussions of his actions. If Rekkan was to do that, cut the water in half, the waves would fall on top of him. However, he couldn't deny freedom from a living being. Who did such a thing? He was neither slave master nor some old dictator. With his Reiatsu surging through the blade, the Shinigami executed an horizontal slash and released his spiritual energy against the water. The former motionless tidal waves were brought to Life and fell on the young Shinigami, smashing him against the ground and making him disappear in the tide. A pitiful ending...
The End?
Pineapple.
No, not really. It wasn't necessarily the end, but the beginning. Rekkan opened his eyes. They met the sky. The ground was hard and uncomfortable, how did the Shinigami end up here? He brought himself to a standing position and found out something peculiar. He was in the middle of the Rokungai streets! What kind of cool stuff was he doing there? He looked to his right side and found the Zanpakuto being held by his right hand. Getting up from the dirty ground, the Death God wiped the dirt out of his black coat and sheathed his katana back on its sheath, which was located on the left side of his waist. He must have been releasing his Zanpakuto's first form again, getting injected by its strange liquid substance. So that dream was provoked by the Zan?
"No..."
Well, then it was Rekkan's very own imagination doing that. He was so attached to his own world that he forgot when he was in reality or when in Shikai. It didn't matter for him though, the injections were awesome and Hakunetsu kept an unlimited supply of her very own juice. Sometimes Rekkan wondered about where that juice came. One day, he even thought that her liquid, which she injected to his body when in Shikai, was her... Well... How to put it? Cum? Anyway, Rekkan sighed as it seemed that his eyes were always semi-closed, like he was tripping every time he was seen. Not really, that was his personality, believe it or not. The Shinigami's body was almost dragged by his lower limbs every time he made a step and it was much likely that his muscles were all relaxed and not giving a damn about moving. He found a dog in the middle of the street. Dogs were nice, but they were better with the color green. Why, anyone might wonder, but Rekkan did not have the answer for that. Using his imagination's powers, what would you guess? The Shinigami really did make the dog green to his eyes. But green didn't go along with that dog. Maybe blue? Pink? Oh well, back to put it on its normal color, dirty brown... Shitty brown. Rekkan sighed again and decided to move. But really, he was already developing a walking pattern, why would he think after he took action? Especially when he thought of doing what he already was doing. Creepy... From times to times, a gentle and fragile woman's giggle would echo on Rekkan's ears. Why would Hakunetsu do that, Rekkan did not know, but she liked to play with him a lot. He felt himself almost floating due to the wind, feeling like a loose pole about to be sucked in by a tornado. It made no sense, but he didn't care about it.
"Hungry..."
He murmured, looking around for a nice restaurant or bar. Tough luck, there was none around. Rekkan shrugged and walked towards a small building, turning his backs to the wall and leaning on it. He looked up at the vast blue sky as time went on and on, the Shinigami waiting for something interesting to happen. A few hours would pass and he would continue in that same stance. Daydreaming... About what, no one knew. Not even Rekkan knew. He just... wandered in the world of Baba Bui... Whatever that was... Still an unknown place for the Shinigami. His stomach growled, but there was nothing to do. He was too lazy to go look for a place to eat on his own.
Hours slowly skipped as Rekkan daydreamed. It was now a battle between his body and soul as his stomach growled with further intensity every time a minute passed. The Death God shrugged, planting his right foot on the wall and using it to propel his body forward and break away from his leaning position. Was he really going to look for food? Rekkan began making small footsteps and turning to his right, going deeper inside the Rokungai. As he made his way through the alleys and secondary streets, the poverty that filled this place began to affect his mind. It wasn't really nice to have very unpleasant smells trying to penetrate your noistrels and affect your lungs, was it? He grabbed the hilt of his Zanpakuto, slowly unsheathing it from its case as the sound of metal sliding against the case echoed in Rekkan's ears. He brought the blade up, laying it on his shoulder as he continued through the hidden paths of the outskirts of the Seireitei. He reached a small pub, probably one of the cheapest in the entire Soul Society and inspected it. It felt like the walls were at the brink of collapsing and the wooden door was no more than three days away from rotting. The dirty windows made it impossible for Rekkan to actually look into the pub and check out its interior. Hopefully, it would be better than what its exterior had to offer.
"To never judge a book by its cover..."
Murmured Rekkan. He blinked his eyes slowly, feeling a rush of feelings and desires as they were being shut. Reality disappeared for short moments, letting the Shinigami's world occupy all of his senses for that amount of time. His eyes, even if shut, saw a sun setting as it consumed the horizon with its flames. The environment was warm and soothing, a fresh breeze rushing in from time to time. Seconds would seem minutes in that world, which Rekkan seemed to enjoy at his fullest. His smelling and hearing gained a new meaning when he was able to smell and hear what wasn't there in the first place. Until now, he wondered how it would be to listen to a bird sing. And now, after so many years, there was that tender melody, echoing softly into his ears. It was so calm and peaceful... How could a human's mind create such a sound, such a melody? But that wasn't Rekkan's mind, it was his soul. As he opened his eyes once more, that world deteriorated, leaving the Death God back in reality. His senses were suddenly taken over by a sudden change of environment, the Shinigami's head beginning to ache by such a ride over Rekkan's subconscious. Measures needed to be done. Rekkan wasn't fond of the pub's decoration, so he would need to change it a bit. No, it wouldn't be by using any kind of physical force, but Imagination. With his right hand gripping Hakunetsu in a tight fashion, the Shinigami sighed and looked down to the brown ground.
"Nemuri..."
He whispered, a surge of Reiatsu flowing through his body as a strange liquid substance ran up Rekkan's hand and began to penetrate his body. As this happened, the Soul Reaper's veins were assaulted by such a chemical, which continued its journey upstream and finally reached its destination: the brain. Rekkan's mind was stimulated by such a substance, expanding the levels of his imagination, which was growing. The Soul Reaper's eyes saw nothing but what he wanted, beginning to slowly distort reality to his liking as the walls and door of the pub were slowly repaired by the Shinigami's imagination. Outside his dream world, nothing would happen, the streets were still the same streets as before. However, Rekkan was able to see roots and plants taking the position of trash and rotten buildings. It wouldn't take long until Rekkan saw the world completely at his image and was shut down from the truth. However, his link with reality did not wither, being strengthened in some odd way instead. The Shinigami’s entire body shivered as he made a step forward. He was getting used to the substance, which still had quite an impact in himself. However, he shook his head, that blank expressions of his not withering as a drop of sweat rolled down his face. His stomach's growls could be compared to those of a lion, so it was time to get something to eat. Pressing his right hand on the wrecked door, which for Rekkan was nothing but a simple and unaffected entrance, the Shinigami would find the interior more soothing than the exterior. Although the hard ceiling had some cracks in it, the leather couches and oak counter and tables were of a good hand work. Rekkan was certain that they were manufactured by hand because of the small, yet noticeable mistakes on the table's edges. There was a man standing behind the counter, apparenting sixty-seven years. The Soul Reaper sat on the counter, a few benches away from the bartender, who began to make his way towards his new costumer. Apart from them both, there was a couple sitting on the right edge of the pub. The old man's grizzly brown eyes glanced at the Shinigami with intrigue. What was a soul like that doing in a place like this?
"Hello, sir. We don't usually have the honor to serve a Shinigami, what would you prefer?" - asked the bartender with a smile.
Rekkan sheathed his sword back, releasing himself from the world that slowly consumed him when he released his Zanpakuto's first form. His blank stare met with that of the old man, then glanced at the kitchen, from which a smell of ramen was coming. Yummy... However, it didn't seem that the pub had much to offer. Apart from that food in the making, rare were the drinks or food that were able for one to feast on. Rekkan sighed and laid his arms on the counter. He shook his head in disapproval and shrugged as if showing his disappointment towards the owner.
"Ramen... Is fine..."
He murmured, bringing his body back and now balancing himself on the counter with both hands gripping its edge. The ramen would be specifically for the couple, but Rekkan knew that there was more to go around for him as well. The owner thought of apologizing, but Rekkan's posture made him doubt if this man was even lucid. He didn't want a crazy guy destroying his pub, not after all the work he had rebuilding it from the last brawl. The old man poured Ramen to a bowl and took it to Rekkan, who grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the counter and began eating. He leaned his head towards the bowl, bringing the food to his mouth before starting to suck it into his throat, from which it would run down to the stomach. When he was done with the food, the Shinigami began drinking the sauce, feeling its sweetness overcome his own state of mind, if that was even possible.
"You're a good cook..." - murmured Rekkan to the old man - "I'll remember you, old man..."
The Soul Reaper got up from the bench and reached his wallet, which was inside his Shinigami uniform. He took some extra cash and laid it on the table. The old man could see that as a tip for filling Rekkan's stomach with a single bowl of ramen, which was quite unusual to happen to the Death God. He made his way out of the bar, returning to the reality outside. Without being on the state that his Zanpakuto's First Release offered, Rekkan sighed and made his way to the main streets. From there, he would wander the Rokungai, simply feeling the need of getting to know this out casted part of the Soul Society. Also, the Council didn't give him a mission in ages. Would they be kind enough to remember their own in a time like this? Rekkan was lazy, but was always happy to do this hobby: Killing Hollows and Arrancar. But, as that didn't happen, he found himself in the middle of some streets, shrugging at the boredom that this place gave him... This was all a big load of bullshit, but Rekkan couldn't really complain. However, the thoughts floated in his mind. What was better? To be in a world of nothing or be nothing?
Thinking about it made it useless. What about being nothing and what about being in a world of nothing? In the end, they are both the same thing: Nothing. Rekkan sighed and brought his right hand up, sliding his fingers gently through his messy dark brown hair. He reached the back of his neck and held his hand there, massaging it softly as the Shinigami moved his head to the sides, popping noises being originated by his neck as he did such movements. The Death God let his arm fall limp, it not detaching from its owner's body for being connected with the shoulder. As a loaf of air blew strong through the main streets, Rekkan's whole body was pushed towards the direction the winds were going, his feet barely balancing themselves on the ground as his arms were dragged by the wind, the Soul Reaper's black uniform being pushed by the air and pulled by Rekkan's body, giving out faint tapping sounds from when it touched the skin of the shinigami. His body was inclined forward, almost like if it was about to collapse, Rekkan falling on his face. However, he was able to hold a perfect balance when his posture was full of flaws. When the loaf of air passed through, the shinigami used only the plant of his feet to balance him back again, standing in a perfect vertical stance once more. The two kids who were observing Rekkan from the beginning of his march in the main street had their eyes wide open as they couldn't believe what they saw. How could the shinigami have such a perfect balance over his body in that posture? He was laid back, his muscles were nowhere near tense and his blood flux was slow, his heartbeat was almost unexistent. Rekkan resumed walking down the streets, trying to find some purpose in his own march. He'd shut his eyes from times to times just to travel back to that little world of his, visiting different environments each time he blinked. Then the shinigami stopped, bringing his right hand to cover his eyes. He took a deep breath, his teeth pressing on his lower lip as he shook his head and resumed walking.
"It's not real..."
He murmured, speaking of one particular location he visited. It was nothing more but a simple and dimly lit room, having four candles, one in each corner of the division. A blanket of fur was on the ground, a naked woman laid on top of it as she motioned her hips and pressed her left hand in between her legs. She bit her lips and caressed her own body with her free hand as she arched her backs in pleasure, letting out soft moans that echoed in the Shinigami's ears. Her snow white skin was admirable, being combined with long black hair and crimson eyes that pierced the very soul of Akume no Rekkan. As she began to motion her hands more freely, her pleasure increased, the Death God witnessing it all with that same expression of always, even though his feelings were different on the inside. She moaned out loud, calling for Rekkan as she reached her climax and smiled. Her sweat was running down her silk smooth body, making her performance all the more glorious. But then...
"Oh, Rekkan..."
The Shinigami instantly travelled back to the streets, his hand still covering his eyes as a faint giggle echoed in his ears. She was teasing him. Breathing from the mouth showed how affected Rekkan was by the little display made by Hakunetsu. It was not exhaustion, it was not anxiety... No, it was a heightened sense of things. Those images rerunning in his mind made the Death God's blood rush once again through the channels that were part of Rekkan's body. After a few moments, the flux was stabilized, leaving Rekkan in his normal state once more. He shrugged at how the effect wore off after minutes and looked around, examining his surroundings. Sighing at the fact that those two kids were gone, Akume no Rekkan made his way to a small fountain that was only a few feet away from him. He needed water for some reason, water against his sleepy face. Not to wake up to reality, but to fall asleep in his mind once again. Awaken the spirit... He drowned his hands on the water, bringing them back up to the surface, forcing the little water they carried against his face. That didn't work. Requiring more drastic measures to "wake up", Rekkan thrusted his head against the fountain's water, soaking the collar of his uniform with water and getting his hair wet. He pulled out, shaking his head like a dog would do and sending the water drops falling everywhere. Rekkan took a deep breath, feeling more relieved and calm. He laid his right hand on his left shoulder, rotating his left arm as its muscles changed repeatdly from being tense to being relaxed. It was a nice sensation, nothing doubtful about it. Still having water running down his body, the Shinigami felt a cold chill from a drop that ran down his spine. He arched his backs and stretched his arms, giving out a gentle growl. Rekkan would follow by jumping towards the edge of a roof, sitting on it as his hands laid on the edge and his feet balanced in the air. He looked down at the main street, watching as life passed by him slowly, every soul in the Rokungai moving back and forth to try and fill the void in their heart and find the purpose for being where they were.
"Reality... I find no meaning in that word. What I see is what I find real, there is no other world but mine. To ignore that fact would be to ignore my existence. I... Am... God... Who in their right mind would give up on that power?"
Thought Rekkan as he brought his body back, laying down on the rooftop as his eyes stared up at the sky. Once again, he was left daydreaming, this time the dream being very specific. Roots that came from deep within the Eart to drown Rekkan and send him to the center of his world... Anyone knew that this was an attempted effor of his imagination to make him fall to his knees and give up on Reality. That offer felt tempting for moments... Yet Rekkan refused. That meaningless word was so much fun. Like a nice place to spend one's vacation when not wanting to go home. A safe haven from the rule of a king's realm. Everyone needed their holidays and Rekkan was no different. However, he was so attached to Baba Bui and Hakunetsu that it would now be impossible to let them go. He was chained down in his own world of freedom and independance. The irony struck his soul hard enough to the point that he just felt like forgetting it all for a few moments. It was nice that he could use Baba Bui against itself...
"... Wind..." - murmured Rekkan...
Yes... The wind was quite smooth and warm as it blew on the Shinigami's body... But... He had somewhere else to be... So... He was gone from that place.
-Exit
