Yukiluna was scare to death of what to tell udarsha or even how to tell "U-U-Udarsha...I-I don’t know how to put this in a way you aren’t going to hate me anymore then you properly do...b-b-but you deserve to know the reason for this call. I wish I didn’t have to call you about this since the more or less termination of our relationship....there is no way around it...Udarsha...I'm pregnant...two months along.” She commented to Udarsha. She embraced herself for the worse for yelling and the click of the phone call canceled. She didn’t know what else to do she was shocked herself not thinking it would have happened so soon to her.

She didn’t know what else to really do, she couldn’t hide her stomach as much as the months would pass. Just getting bigger and bigger. She felt if she didn’t tell him that he might think she did it with someone else and that would have happened if he didn’t save her from that serial killer or a group of thugs that caused udarsha to nearly kill everyone at that bar. They shouldn’t have been there in the first place but there was just something different about udarsha that she never felt about anyone else she has been around or dated besides that ash guy that wrecked her art class. Yukiluna still didn’t have any clue whether Udarsha knew she wasn’t an ordinary human. She was able to see hollows along with shinigami and such things. She seen weird things and had her set of fighting for herself as it is. So she could handle her own. But ever since she dated and married udarsha, she never needed to fight or anything. Trouble always found her but udarsha took care of it without her around. Was he going to talk care of this little thing?

She didn’t know what to do, part of her was happy but the other part was scared. She was happy to be able to bear a child but what would udarsha think would he leave her like he has done for a while now ever since that man in the blue cloak has appeared Yuki couldn’t get udarsha to answer her on that or anything on the subject. That was the way he was, never answered her on other worldly things. She gripped her phone tighter as she was shaking and sweating, fighting tears from letting them free. She was strong all this time in their separation period, but right now she wasn’t the strong young artist that been alone since she was 14. Why couldn’t she bear taking care of the child alone and not with someone else helping her with the child? She never thought it was possible but it was and she knew it wasn’t ordinary and wasn’t going to be, just like its mother.

“U-U-Udarsha….I-I’m scared to do this alone…its already scary enough finding this number that a stranger gave me and told me to call…h-h-he told me something was starting…I am so scared Udarsha…I can’t go outside…I can’t bear to think what I will find.” She commented shaking horribly as her eyes dilated as she dropped the phone. She stared at her hands grabbing ahold of his hands.

Marcus POV

as i wait for the right moment i was sensing and scenting the air for anything which i could use to my adventage against this shinigami. That when i felt the reiatsu of a female who was upset about something then i feel a faint trance of a weak reiatsu which was almost covered by the females reiatsu. what this i feel two reiatsus but one so weak as to say that it not there. Hmmm i wonder if this is a human female who got a baby on the way because i heard some hollows say that they are one of the best type of meals to have the refined soul of the mother with the raw pureness of the baby. I got to go and check this out it not like i can set a trap to get this unlike some other prey this one i just have to hunt. with that i head off running doing short sheathy sonidos towards this reiatsu i go over the buildings jumping over gaps if any humans who can see me look where i am all that they will see is a flash of something moving very fast. I land on the roof of the building that the reiatsu is coming from and i breath in the left over scent of this female and it just makes my mouth water she will be a fine meal for sure. I then enter though a window which i had cut with using a fine amount of reiatsu something which no one would feel unless they knew where and what they are looking for other wise it just blend into the background of reiatsu. The room i enter has one of those strange boxes that can show many thing on i am still not use to things like that. I start to scent for the female and start to hunt while i do i start to emit a hunters hunting aura that slowly starts to fill the house it can be felt like reiatsu but it not reiatsu it on a more basic level the same level as the fight or run feeling and it something which all living things can feel. I like my meals to have a little fear to season them with all the while i was getting closer and closer to the door that female is behind. I am like a cat making no sound.

The balance of life is normally held in the ideals of Yin and Yang; good and bad. For every good moment in life there will be one in equal value of bad. In such case, even the holiest of people can fall to darkness, and sometimes the darkest people provide the best guidance.

Tomoko hadn't been to the human world in a while. In fact, she had been so focused on her zanpakutou spirit that she hadn't thought about work at all. Most of her responsibilities cast to the side in the pursuit to understand the spirit that is supposed to be an extension of herself. How can one so vastly mistaken their own soul? Since she was little, she had always strived to do her best; to do good by others and be well respected. In all honesty, it only got her so far.

This is the progression of thought that brought her to the dark street this night. Pale blue eyes scanning the buildings around her as she focused hard to find the spiritual pressure of the man she had met seemingly decades ago. Their encounter had been short, and he disappeared as fast as he had appeared but she strived to meet him again. There was a raw dark power around him that drew her like a fly to a rotten apple. The thrill of being "bad".

Ash gray hair fell down around her shoulders framing a pale face. Her figure mostly hidden by shadow, but it wasn't her intention to hide. She wanted to be known. She wanted to be found. Although she had no problem going to him, it was finding him that was proving difficult. Tomoko had been standing outside the buildings for what she assumed had been hours now trying to get a flicker of spiritual pressure again before making her move. When she had even a slight register that the man she sought was around she moved in without haste; jumping to the top of the building before crawling to the edge of the roof and looking over the side. Her hair fell downwards in a silver waterfall outside the window. Bringing more shadow to her face and only leaving a slight silhouette to the patrons inside the room, but no descriptive feature besides the color of her hair.

She began tapping softly on the window as if asking to be let in, "Come out. Come out. Let me in. It's time for you to share your sin." she whispered into the room with a soft song to her voice. Her tone was lined with no fear, but thrill. As if she was gaining a thrill from the death wish that came with finding this man. A total turn from the last time they had met when she had cowered in fear of his blade. Now she welcomed it.

[[OoC: Invited by Urdarsha. Sorry it took me so long to post!]]

I walked around broken emotionally frozen, getting it on, getting it wrong!

Running for the sake of an unborn package

Suck a small package of life could cause so much trouble. Sometimes Yukiluna wondered why trouble always came to her. Sometimes trouble came for her style of clothing being a little too sexy and always choosing the bad guys that could cause trouble. She grew up at the age of twelve when all she knew was gone on her birthday. All She had of her old life is memories but also a simple paintbrush that changed all she was. She was a full bringer with a business she made from the ground up. She was Yukiluna Skyes or formally known as Yukiluna Tasumi.

Yukiluna Sighed as she hung up after he did. She was shaking and her mind racing. She could feel she was pregnant and as far as she knew it was his. She closed her eyes and calmed down her breathing before she got up from where she sat. She went to the restroom and was about to turn on the bath water for a nice shower that she needed to take that it as it would help her relax and think of what is needed to do about this. She knew tonight was not going to end well with this surprise. She couldn’t remember doing anyone but her husband and even then she wouldn’t do anyone but udarsha. She was hoping that this messenger she meet was wrong about what he told her at the shop a few days. She shakes her head sighing. She stopped dead hearing silent footsteps and a reaistu in her home that was not Udarsha.

[color:4e07= violet]"Someone is in my house..” she whispered grabbing her paintbrush, as she might need it. She moved around the bathroom and made it look like she was in the shower. She flared her reaistu out before she left through the window shutting it silently behind her. She winced as the rocks below hurt her bare feet. She silently moved down the side walk in a light airy sprint leaving light taps of her feet. She had to pull her dress up as she ran. She didn’t know what or who was in her home but from what she sensed of the reaistu, the thing or person was not human and they were hungry and strong. [color:4e07= violet]“It felt like a hollow yet more civilized and tamed in the way the reaistu flowed in the air." Her pink hair crusaded behind her as she ran down the dark sidewalk. She didn’t know of where she was going or where Udarsha was. She needed to find him because she could tell the person or thing was strong and most of her attacks might not have very much effect of this person.

She made it to the railroad tracks and tripped falling face first as she coughed and groaned in some pain of the rocks scraping open some of her skin causing some blood to spill out slowly. She pated slowly standing up [color:4e07= Violet]“I should be fine now.” She commented to herself [color:4e07= Violet]“I don’t think I was followed or detected leaving.” She commented to herself looking around her surroundings, founding she was in the warehouse district. [color:4e07= Violet]“Perfect, creepville.”She whispered moving into the warehouse streets looking for a place to hide. She looked for her phone but left it at the house [color:4e07= Violet]“Damnit.”She whispered

The first presence left with a quickness trying to flee her. She let them. It was not the target she was looking for. How she had picked up the similar presence she wasn't sure, but the answer wasn't worth her time as her eyes zoned onto the man she targeted. He looked different than the last time she saw him, and he seemed to have an air about him that was even different. She tcked her teeth together in a clench. Had she led herself in a round-about search for no reason? No, she was sure this was the man she was looking for. Although she still had no name to go by something stuck in her chest telling her she had finally found him.

A soft breath escaped her lips and she was silent listening to his words. That her looks were presently stunning. She took it as an observation as she moved her body fluidly to the perch of the window her hands still reaching up onto the roof to keep her balance. Her lips flashed a little tooth at his next statement "Looking good, aren't you?" he asked to which she shook her head and tilted her slightly to the side to give him her reply.

"Quite the contrary, actually," she drawled dropping down onto the pavement. Her geta's left a heavy "crack" sound to linger in the empty street. The shock of the drop shooting into her ankles. A pain she gave no mind to as she slowly drew her body into a standing position placing her hands on her hips causing the sleeve of her black garb to fall down a pale shoulder only slightly. Her clothes were always too big for her.

Curious eyes roamed over him once more, his appearance had changed. She brought a hand to her chin tapping a finger against face as she weight the possibility of him truly being the wrong person she was searching for. Supposing there was no reason to doubt she stepped close enough to not be in his personal space, but enough to speak without having to shout. "My name is Tomoko. Awhile back we met in the city where you ruthlessly demolished a helpless soul without question or remorse. Now, as I stand here before you...there is something...different. Don't tell me I spent valuable time tracking down a man who grew a conscious..." the last of her words were more towards herself rather than him.

Releasing her face from her hands and crossing them over her chest she squinted as if searching for something in his appearance. He didn't need to know why she sought him, only that she had questions as she began to move around him in a circular fashion as a vulture would circle wounded pray.

"I came to question a man. One I presumed a callous man. One with no remorse or concern. Tell me, Sir, are you that man?"
Her hands dropped to her side as she gave a sigh of disappointment as if she already had her answer. She took several steps backwards folding her hands behind herself and turning her eyes to the sky, "All dark matter will give way to the light eventually. Perhaps you will have my answers when the darkness once again pushes past whatever light has pierced you." she hummed out turning on her heel causing her geta's to give a nails-on-a-chalkboard like scrape against the pavement.

Waving a hand over her shoulder she ended, "When darkness had reclaimed you, I'm sure we will meet again. I hope whatever remorse you hold in your heart soon goes away. You were much more interesting when you were ready to cut my throat out. After all, I am stalking you..." the idea caused a laugh to pass her lips, "Hm, the cards surely have turned".

Tomoko wasn't quick to speed off. Allowing her words to linger in the dark night for a little while. She hadn't really given him a time to speak. Perhaps she was even trying to anger him by doing so, but a man with little emotion surely didn't get angry. And I still don't know his name she smiled to herself listening to the clak-e of her shoes.

The thought pierced her mind causing her to stop in her tracks bringing her feet together and turning her face to the side as if she were going to look back. She remembered the first presence she had noticed. How it had been familiar to his. Did it mean what she thought it meant? Would a miracle like that truly cause a dark man to see the light? She turned her face forward again now determined to find out; unless he had an explanation for her. Though she doubted he understood it anymore then she.