Invaders Must Die

❝ So tell me, after all our run ins with the Soul Reapers and everything, and now that months have passed, what do you want to do now Riruka? Do you have any dreams, aspirations, or plans for the future?❞

Even if they were ‘defeated’ in a sense, the group was not disbanded by any means, everyone was free to come back, to join up under their group’s name once more if they so desired, and Yukio would happily keep going with the group. However it would only be a matter of time before they’d need to come with a plan for what to do.

Or, should they just stick to helping out when asked?

         “Not really someone who’s into all that speculatory nonsense,” he states, bored tone with eyes rolling. “You sound like you’re narrating a movie synopsis.” Considering the young man had been so engrossed in his imagination like that, maybe he should have expected. Hitsugaya never really understood the powers of the Fullbringers, but he knew it had something to do with personal connections to things rather than people. Funny that.

         “Whatever you did or didn’t do, that’s all on you. I’m not responsible for the decisions people make, good or bad.” That was the thing about life, wasn’t it? The moment you reassigned your agency from your actions and placed that onto someone, you removed responsibility and therefore your empathy towards it. He wondered if Yukio worked in this way, or that simply he was troubled. “I’d think you would have preferred it that you willingly chose your path, don’t you agree?”

❝ I chose my path years ago due to thinking my actions were right, and you set me on a better path, I suppose hindsight dictates if I learned to change, it would be better. However that won’t stop me for being thankful for the things you did, even if you weren’t trying to. ❞

He hoped to gather the Fullbringers back up some day, and potentially become a stronger group with a different purpose. No longer aiming to fight against Hitsugaya’s kind.

          “’How’s the weather?’ Really?” Thin, white brow rose Yukio’s reply. Ah, fine; he’ll admit that this sort of exchange was refreshing and not nearly as grating as the taunts the other had been flinging at him during their fight. Shaking his head slightly, the corners of lips briefly tugged into a hint of a smile “That has to be the dullest thing I’ve heard from you.” However, “dullness” was not necessarily a bad thing, so he couldn’t really complain, strongly preferring that over to that nonsense that had been spewed prior.

          Arms folded into long, black and white sleeves, taking a brief moment to decide what he wanted to say. “I’ve got a job to do. You tell me.” For all Hitsugaya is unleashing quips, small talk was miles from his forte. A simple “well enough” may have been more than sufficient and plainly neutral, but half of him wanted to just be a bit of a pain just this once, deciding to take Yukio’s words as moderately insincere and meriting an answer that had a defensive edge.

         “It seems rumor has it that you’ve been redirecting that energy of yours. That’s good.” He’s not being patronizing, genuine with his words for all they sounded coy. Something about getting his business back up and running, helping his friends and whatnot. It was better than that hostility he’d seen before. Much better. For all he didn’t quite care on a personal level, there’s a passive appreciation of character development. “Maybe all that ice cooled you down.”

❝ Just as an example, it could have been anything really. I only gave that as an example. ❞

Even with his sarcastic tone, he was willing to talk about almost anything. While he was still a very strong fighter, and he was practicing to get better with h is powers and control them outside of trapping people in bubbles, Yukio still had a long ways to go. His arms crossed over his chest n ow, watching the captain closely.

❝ While I cannot fix what I have done in the past, I h ave at least tried to change for the better in the past few months. Maybe you did help me, even if you weren’t trying, hm? Or were you trying to put me on the righteous path and be the protagonist in my own world? Did you see something in our last fight, a glimpse of a brighter future.❞

        “You again, huh?” He remembered this one. How could he forget his big mouth? It had been a battle drawn out for longer than necessary, dramatic for drama’s sake. It was a show of what happens when you gave a desperate child the wrong things to deal with his grievances at the world around him. When you let those things fester and become destructive, turning gifts into tools of destruction. It was a touch sympathetic, but alas he couldn’t truly find a reason to care all that much as well. At most, he was curious.

       “Hope you’ve come down from that little god-complex.” It wasn’t a warning so much as a sharp jab of sorts, intentionally getting a rise out of the other. A shrug was given then. “No, but really. Hope you’re not causing trouble.”

@pixelatedgod / ❤’d

❝ I hope that isn’t how you greet everyone. I would have even accepted ‘how’s the weather’, but to answer your question, no trouble has come from myself, or my powers.❞

He kept his end of the deal, however to say a god-complex was gone would be lying. His powers allowed him to do just that, but he wasn’t going to harm anyone who he had recently met, especially not this Captain. He bested him once before, and a part of him wanted revenge. Now was not that time, however.

   ❝ Hm, this place is much more calm compared to Chōbara district. I wonder       if people still fight here. Best to simply be careful and keep my guard up. ❞

Being so use to living in a world surrounded by fighting, not to mention just getting over a fight with Ichigo and a few others, it did cause the male to worry just a bit. What would happen if people did fight here? He’d be at a massive disadvantage of knowledge. Even if he had the abilities to create his own world.

Even his powers granted him powers to control over everything and yet still, it meant a lot could happen. While walking with his head down towards his  game console, he noticed a female in front of him holding quite a few bags, but now once he started approaching her, he found that, yet again this human was taller than him

  ❝  Excuse me, I do have a question, I hope you’re free to answer it. ❞