Green eyes looked every which way, taking in all the new sights. Sounds attracted the figure's attention again and again, causing the dark head to swivel around, studying the source of the noise for a moment before moving on to other things. She let her arms stretch above her head, trying to relieve her body of the stiffness that the unfamiliar feeling of a gigai brought. The dark-haired girl let her head fall back for a moment, studying he sky above her head. The sky … It looked pretty much the same here as in Soul Society. At least that was the same- everything else here was so new to her. She jammed her hands in the pockets of the cargo shorts she wore, letting her eyes wander.
She found herself attracted to a large window display with lights and bright colors- on the cardboard stand-in, the words "Defend your Country!" were written in a flowing silver script. On the cutout, there was a tall man in shimmering armor, holding a sword above his head. He had a head of deep gold hair and dark-colored eyes. A slender, beautiful woman with long dark hair stood next to him. She also wore armor, though it ended at her waist and gave way to what looked like a dress with a slit up to where the armor ended on her thigh. In her hands she held a staff that looked like it was encased in fire. On the muscular man's other side was a scrawny looking man, with a cowl over his face and a slight hunch- only his eyes and a scraggly hand that clutched a dagger were visible. A shadow loomed in the background over a pristine-looking city. "Defend, huh?" she muttered, stopping in front of the display and staring in, but hardly actually looking at the display.
"I wanna be a Shinigami." The boy said suddenly, his focus still on the sky that was just barely visible between the leaves of the tree they lay beneath. She rolled on her side to look at him, a question on her face. The redeaded boy didn't look at her, but he continued speaking anyway. "Shinigami … they can protect everyone. It's their job … Isn't that a wonderful thing?" he said dreamily. Now he looked at her, his lavender eyes sparkling. "I'm gonna be the best one, Yuyu. You'll see."
Miyamoto Yuu brushed her hands along her waist, almost able to feel the sash that would normally be tied there. Tsu-nii … Her eyebrows drew together slightly, her thoughts still consuming her. "I'll make you proud, Tsu-nii … I'll live out what you wanted." She murmured with a soft smile as she touched the glass in front of her with one hand. That's what she had to do- he couldn't do it himself anymore, and she had promised that she would achieve the dream he so cherished. Yuu brushed a hand through her short dark hair, broken out of her reverie by another voice next to her.
"That won't be out for a while."
She looked down at the newcomer, who apparently had just exited the store with the display she was still positioned in front of. Her expression must have shown her slight confusion, because the boy pointed at the display. "Hero File 3." he explained. "It won't be out for a couple months at least, probably longer, knowing the company." He was wearing all dark clothes, aside from some white gloves on his hands. He was blonde, giving him a bit of an exotic appearance, with only one green eye visible, the other hidden beneath his long bangs. In one hand he held some odd device, while he adjusted the hat on his head with the other. He was at least a head shorter than Yuu, and by the way he talked, he probably thought that the masculine female was a guy, like most people did. Oh, well. She didn't correct it- she never did. It could disappoint people, and she would never do that.
"Who are you, anyway?" the boy was asking, watching her face closely. "Are you new here?" Akine was a pretty small city- it was technological and good for his business, but he was pretty certain he knew at least the face of everyone that lived here, and this guy was definitely not someone he had seen before. And with that dark skin of his, I'd definitely remember. He thought, frowning at the stranger.
"Oh! Miyamoto Yuu. I just moved here, actually …" the brunette supplied, smiling gently. "And what's your name?" she asked, her voice smooth and gentle, if a little deeply pitched. The blond boy studied her for a long moment before sighing slightly.
"Yukio." He responded, not even bothering to speak his last name- it wasn't as if most people could pronounce 'Hans Vorarlberna' anyway. It was good for his company, to have an exotic name- but it just became tiring to say it or try to teach others how to say it all the time during day-to-day interactions. It wasn't worth it, at least not to him. The stranger- Yuu- was staring at him curiously. "What?"
In fact, Yuu had been studying the 'odd device' in Yukio's hand. She pointed, blinking in slight confusion. "What is that?"
Yukio looked at her like she had horns growing out of her head. "Are you from some country town, or something?" he questioned, to which Yuu only gave a slight nod. Hey, she had to have some kind of cover story, right? And she probably looked enough like an outsider anyway, with all her looking around like she'd never seen any of this stuff before. Yukio seemed to accept this answer, but gave a slightly derisive scoff anyway. "It's a game system. You play games like that," he gestured again at the 'Hero File 3' display. "on it like this. Look," he tilted it slightly so Yuu could see, and played a bit of whatever game he had in it. It didn't look like anything she would know, but she found herself fascinated anyway. The characters looked a little like the ones on the display. "This is Hero File 2." Yukio said simply, making the tall and muscular man cut down some enemies on the little screen.
His reiatsu … Yuu's eyes flickered to Yukio's face for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice- he was far too absorbed in the fight he was in on his game. He's pretty powerful … She made a mental not to keep an eye on him- after all, with whatever weird Hollow signatures she had been sent to investigate, it was pretty likely that they would eventually target someone like Yukio. Especially since she couldn't recall sensing a reiatsu like his before …
"Are you paying attention?" Yukio asked suddenly, his impatient voice cutting into her thoughts. He huffed, looking vaguely annoyed that she had gotten lost in her thoughts.
"Sorry …" she responded quickly, offering an apologetic smile. Yukio simply scoffed, shutting off his game and tucking the system away. He didn't really appear to be all that interested in talking anymore. In her head, Yuu panicked. Ah, I upset him, didn't I?! I should have paid more attention …! "Yukio-san," she began, and he actually spared her a glance, still looking a little frustrated. How much had she missed of what he said …? That thought only made her feel guiltier. "So … These video games. You can play them on systems like that? Are they hard?" she asked, trying to act interested in the hopes that she could cheer him back up.
"Depends on what one you've got." He responded with a slight shrug. "People are good at different ones, but I'm pretty good at most of them." He bragged with a slight smirk. The look on Yuu's face- the one that said the brunette believed Yukio's words- only stroked his large ego even more. He was about to say more, when a small alarm went off on the watch Yukio wore on his wrist. He glanced at it, and then took another glance at Yuu, whose expression displayed nothing but curiosity. "I have somewhere to be." He said suddenly, tucking his hands in the pockets of his coat before he turned on his heel and walked off, ready to get to work. He had to build his company … After all; he needed to keep his promise. He'd build it to be the best it could be, and then collect what was left of his old comrades.
Yuu watched him go, her green eyes still curious. But she didn't follow- no; she could simply keep tabs on his reiatsu. There was no need for her to follow him now. But she did watch until he turned a corner and went out of sight. "Yukio-san …" she said under her breath, brushing a hand through her dark hair. "I wonder if he's got something to do with all this …" the Shinigami murmured aloud, tucking her hands in the pocket of the grey hoodie she wore. She hoped not- he seemed like a good kid. In fact, she'd make sure that neither Yukio nor anyone else here would be a part of it. Innocents didn't need to be involved … And she'd work to keep them as uninvolved as possible.