I never promised you anything I couldn't do
We tried to bury it and rise above, bury it and rise above
You, you, you never promised me you were seeing differently
Bury it and rise above, bury it and rise above
- CHVRCHES, Bury It-
The rustling of leaves and the footfalls of feet echoed down the deserted street, with each step coming closer and closer. Long blond hair flowed restlessly with the gentle breeze, blue eyes darting around the small deserted street. Hearing the footfalls only a few meters away, a shock of power fluctuated before the blonde dropped to the ground like a rag doll.
Or at least, that what it looked like to anyone with a normal sense of sight. To those who held a sixth sense, they would see the blonde step out of her body, the black robes flowing around her as a sword and scabbard appeared horizontally across her hips. Her once flowing hair was now tied behind her with a simple white cloth; her clothing now consisting of black hamaka pants, and a black fitted vest top. White peeked out around the neck, a collar to cover where the vest opened in a low cutting 'V'.
She turned to glare at the other beside her, who hadn't been there to the regular eye, before drawing her sword and running up the street, taking to the air before the sound of metal and bone rang through the open space. The woman looked down to the blonde's body and scoffed, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder.
"Typical Kurosaki."
Soft footfalls could be heard approaching, only to be followed by a soft light laugh. "You're one to talk, Kuchiki" the blonde offered with a smile, walking over to the other woman. The dark haired woman wore something similar to the blonde, hamaka pants and a black fitted vest. Only she had beaded strands hanging over her upper arms connected from each side of the vest. She also wore elbow length finger gloves, with the fingers open aside from the thumb.
The darker of the duo merely shrugged, looking off into the sky. "Think this summer we'll be lucky and it'll be slow?"
"I doubt it." Came the reply as the blonde kneeled in front of her body, internally groaning at a bruise she saw forming on her bodies shoulder.
"You never know. You're supposed to choose a squad at the end of this summer, perhaps they'll try to gain your favor by helping out?" The other offered, taking an interest in a speck of dirt under her nails.
"Maybe. Are you supposed to be Squad Seven's little offering?" The voice was strained, and followed by a groan as the blonde sat up from the cold concrete, rotating her afflicted shoulder. Looking to her companion, she tried to offer a soft smile as her companion's expression flickered between deadpan and insulted.
"Should I have to be, Hikari? Or do you honestly believe our long standing friendship aren't of my own doing?" The tone was insulted, and clipped on the end.
"Come now Tsume, we both know that my Old Man and your Old Woman had a little to do with it. Otherwise, I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to try to use you as a ploy." Hikari, the blonde, replied standing.
"Of course they did. We met when we were five because of them," Tsume's tone was soft as she remember their first meeting with a smile. She then looked back over to her best friend. "Also, Captain Iba values his life. Grandma Rukia and Grandpa Renji would have his hide if he tried."
The comment had caused both females to laugh, and began their trek back to their temporary home.
"Oh, I'm sure Old Man Ichigo had something to do with it too!"
"Why do you call him Old Man? He's your great-grandfather!"
"Because 'Great-Grandfather Ichigo' is too much of a mouth full."
"Typical Kurosaki."
"Shut it, Kuchiki."