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Kyori and Kaito; Prologue

The reiatsu was fading. The tiny beeps on the mechanical device were growing fainter and fainter with each passing second. The tiny phone began to slide out of his grip, the sweat collecting in his palms as they balled into fists. Wiping the glistening sweat off his forehead with one hand, he let the droplets splatter to the ground. Forcing himself to shunpo faster, his steps soon began to blur. His sword at his side hummed with energy as they neared the area. A young shinigami was lying on the ground. Her legs were broken at awkward angles, her pale face shimmering in the moonlight. Her face was grotesquely deformed, almost beyond recognition. Her grip around her sword has slackened, the dull blade laying at her side. It was ever bit as broken as it's master.

"Kyori?" he whispered, dropping to his knees.

"Kyori!" he shouted, the tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. The rising and falling of her chest was growing slower and slower. She choked out a few words,

"Black. It's all black, Dex. I-I'm sorry." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her body shaking in fear.

"Shh..." he tried to calm her down, "it's going to be okay. J-Just hold on."

But the words, even to him, sounded hollow.

"T-Too powerful," she choked out, "For even a captain."The reiatsu was fading. The tiny beeps on the mechanical device were growing fainter and fainter with each passing second. The tiny phone began to slide out of his grip, the sweat collecting in his palms as they balled into fists. Wiping the glistening sweat off his forehead with one hand, he let the droplets splatter to the ground. Forcing himself to shunpo faster, his steps soon began to blur. His sword at his side hummed with energy as they neared the area. A young shinigami was lying on the ground. Her legs were broken at awkward angles, her pale face shimmering in the moonlight. Her face was grotesquely deformed, almost beyond recognition. Her grip around her sword has slackened, the dull blade laying at her side. It was ever bit as broken as it's master.

"Kyori?" he whispered, dropping to his knees.

"Kyori!" he shouted, the tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. The rising and falling of her chest was growing slower and slower. She choked out a few words,

"Black. It's all black, Kaito. I-I'm sorry." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her body shaking in fear.

"Shh..." he tried to calm her down, "it's going to be okay. J-Just hold on."

But the words, even to him, sounded hollow.

"T-Too powerful," she choked out, "For even a captain."

His face paled. The mysterious criminal was even higher than even a captain class shinigami?

"W-Who was it?" he said hurriedly.

"I-It was..." but she stopped abruptly, her head rolling back, eyes blank.

"Kyori!" he whispered slowly, the shock climbing through his limbs.

"Kyori?" He hunched over her body, pressing his forehead to hers as a final farewell.

A tremor ran under him and he looked up, alarmed. Her eyes shot open, blank and unseeing.

"K-Kyori?" He reached out a tentative hand, but faster than a viper, she caught it. Her head twisted slowly, staring into his eyes.

He laughed, "Kyori. Come on! Quit playing around! We have to get you healed."

Crack.

He screamed, holding his broken arm.

She merely stared at him, cool and apathetic.

He gazed up at her, and shuffled backwards in alarm.

A thin white filament was spreading over her face. It swathed her entire face, leave for a slit for the eyes.

He gasped as the filament became harder, crystalline.

It was a Hollow mask.

It let out a high pitched, warbling call. It was inhumane.

He scrambled to his feet, then scanned the ground for the device to call in for backups.

But it was too late.

He didn't notice the gleam of a sword behind him as it fell.

Arching.

Every bit of what a Shinigami is supposed to be.

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W.I.P

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