Showing Dew on Change [CLOSED]

Sora sighed, as he walked leisurely through the outskirts of Naruki City. He had just set off from his home, with nowhere specific in mind. He needed to think, was all. In light of recent events, he needed to empty his head. The wrath of Drake, the death of Shinku at the hands of a murderous Arrancar. It was just too much to take in at that very moment. Now was the time to soak it all, though. The thought of the Arrancar instilled hatred within Sora, though he did not quite get angry. He felt bad for Shinku, felt even worse for Drake, and felt useless himself. He had come just in time to help, only for Shinku to get killed anyway in a last-ditch effort. Had there been a point to Sora even going there? Was it fated for him to do absolutely nothing to keep his friends from getting hurt?

Sora looked at the water-lillies nearby a pond, seeming to guard the water's edge. He had felt like the lillies at one point in time, but now he was not so sure. As quickly as they had come, they disappeared from Sora's sight. He didnt' realize how quickly he had been walking, and decided to slow down. The houses were passing by, and it seemed he was going into area's inhabited by fewer and fewer people. It felt like he was waiting, for something big. But what it was, he didn't know yet.

It wasn't often that Suna visited this city, but she quickly got tired of Karakura. Curiosity finally got the better of her and she decided to travel to the city to the west of Karakura to give it a look. Finally, she had reached the out skirts of this city. Trailing along side a body of water, a small strip of sand going all the way around it. She pulled up some sand from beneath her feet and formed it into a small ball of condensed sand. Tossing the ball of sand up and down idly as she stared at the water giving no thought to what was around her. Today she was wearing something a little different than what she usually wore.

She still had her regular black pants, shoes, and everything else but today of all days she decided to wear a turtle neck shirt instead of her white frilly shirt that she was used to wearing. The only reason being so she could hide the forming of the hollow mask easier since this turtle neck hid a good portion of her neck. Every time she started using her powers the mask would stop forming, and every time she stopped using her powers her mask would quit forming. As long as she kept up with this condensed ball of sand she was still using her powers so the full formation of the mask would happen. Already feeling the sensation of the mask forming as she shivered due to the sensation.

Several meters away as a boy that she was not familiar with and she had yet to see. Still peering into the pond and getting lost in her own thoughts she tripped over a rather large rock. Before her body could hit the ground a large body of sand came up in a slope to cradle her body from falling into the hard sand. Although she managed to hit her head rather hard on the sand none the less, forgetting to soften the sand that caught her. Her eyes clouded over as she laid there on the large incline of sand, oblivious to the man who was still approaching.

Sora heard a sound from ahead, and realized he had almost passed a person without even a hello. Well, that went to show how out of it he was from the incident. He turned as he heard a sound of something falling onto another hard surface, along with something light and small pelting his side. He turned, already expecting it to be the young woman. He trotted over, concern filling his friendly, if not somewhat troubled, face. "Excuse me, miss, are you okay?" He asked. As he questioned her this, he couldn't help but note the sand that rose up to meet her. It was odd, but not too ordinary for someone who was the same species as the young girl herself.

He pulled his beanie back a little bit, so it wasn't falling into his remaining good eye, making it easier for him to see. Forgetting his manners once more, Sora reached down a hand, intending to help her up, as was in his nature. Seeing the large sand, Sora deducted it was maybe residue sand that hit him, something she couldn't control. It was no big deal, he was just curious as to what it was, and whether it was on purpose or not.

She heard something from a male voice, and it went in one ear and out the other as she didn't even absorb it. Suna being face down in the sand, as she finally turned herself over to her back. Giving a small spit as she spit out some sand. Her hat had fallen off her head and was on the other side of the incline. Her hair that usually covered half her face was now on either side of her head, giving full view of the extent of her burns that covered half her face and went down the extent of her neck. Her eyes suddenly flickering open as the sun was a lot brighter than it usually was. The purple irises closing again as she didn't even realize she was taking the hand of the male stranger who had offered her help. Standing up to her feet, and without a second thought flattened the incline of sand.

Forming a ball of sand underneath her hat as her hat rose onto her head, then the sand quickly slipped out. Suna not even bothering wiping off the sand on her body as all of it suddenly fell off with another passing thought. If the man before her was paying close attention he would see a mask of sand that had already consumed her neck and was slowly working its way up the back of her head and bottom of her chin. Although she was sure he had gotten an eye full of the extent of her burns she quickly fixed her hair to cover the other half of her face as she brought her hand up to try and cover up her mishap.

A soft blush forming on her cheeks as she cast her face down. Her hat furthering covering her face as she spoke from beneath her hat. "I appreciate the hand... my apologies for causing you any inconvenience I was lost in thought." She said, acting farm from her usual self, although she wasn't her usual as meal self after her incident with the hollow. Although she was sure the man before her, who was now a lot closer could feel the hollow residue just radiating off of her, more than a normal Fullbringer. To the extent that she could even be mistaken as a hollow if the residue wasn't felt enough. Although now that she was paying attention to her surroundings she couldn't help but notice this man wasn't surprised by her powers.

And now that she was feeling him out she could tell he was a Fullbringer himself. Although it wasn't one that she was familiar with. Another new face, although she doubted that even he knew who she was or if they had ever even met or passed by one another. Despite the little that was going on she grew quiet, not sure what to say next to the man that helped her but finally found the words to speak to him. "Thank you."

As Sora helped the woman to her feet, he couldn't help but notice the burns. But, of course, being himself he didn't let his eyes stray for too long, and it would seem as if he just dismissed it, as if it were something as minor as a freckle, or a mole. It suggested something bad happened, yes, but that's all it was to Sora. Sora listened as she apologized, his often-worn friendly smile breaking out on his face. "No no, no need to apologize. It's my pleasure to help people." He said, as he stepped back, looking her over. It wasn't the look a pervert might give to a woman he was interested in, but rather closer to what a doctor would give to a patient he was examining for bruises, broken bones, etc.

"You're not hurt, are you?" He asked. "I mean, I figure the sand cushioned your fall, but still. It was a bit of a nasty tumble." He said, slight worry on evident on his features. From the few expressions that the woman had seen on Sora's face, it would be obvious that he was, or at least pretended to be, a nice/caring guy. He felt the spiritual pressure of the girl. It wasn't that of a Hollow, and he was thankful for that, but it was closer than any Fullbringer's had ever been. That he had been made aware of, at least. It was curious, but Sora decided to let it go. If he got the chance, perhaps he may ask her about it. Maybe that was also something to do with what looked like the beginning of a mask forming around her head. It was curious, but nonetheless not something major to have it affect her character in Sora's eyes.

She seemed shy to him, but that was okay. Shy, maybe a little bit withdrawn. That's okay. She could be whatever she wanted to be, so long as she wasn't hurt. If she had been hurt, then of course, Sora being the man he was, would escort her, or take her, if needed, to a clinic. But, this is hoping she wasn't.

Before he could get a word out and before he could start speaking Suna was already pulling at the edges of her hollow mask. Showing discomfort, but it was almost a painful pleasure that she had gotten used to after pulling it back so many times. It almost felt as if the sand embedded itself with in the very pores of her face, every time she ripped away the hollow mask before it could fully form this is how she felt. She tore it off to the top of her turret neck. The pieces of sand holding firm in her head until she let go and it fell in a heap at her feet. Finally she just decided to stop using her powers altogether, as the rest of the sand around her neck fell from it and landed on the ground around her.

The man before her saying that she didn't need to apologize, watching him take a step back as he gave her another look over, her hand still up to the right side of her face to hide her burns a little better as she finally made sub-par eye contact with him. At least the one eye he could see on the side that was not covered by her hair. He asked her if she was hurt and this was admittedly followed with a curt nod of 'No'. Then he wanted to save himself even more trouble by over explaining himself because of the burns he no doubt seen in detail. Her left hand quickly raising up as she waved it back and forth. "Nonono... I'm fine... I wasn't paying attention. I was looking at the pond lost in thought and I just tripped over a rock. I hit my head kind of hard... but everything else is alright." The minute she said it her head started hurting.

She took her right hand and gave it a gentle rub as her hair still covered most of her burn features. As she sighed and looked down at his feet again. "Stupidstupidstupidstupid...." She muttered off in quick quiet irritation, wondering why she was acting this way in the first place in front of this man, almost feeling as if that hit to the head jarred some overly shy side of herself or she was more embarrassed by the fact that the man was one of the first people outside of her mom and dad to actually get a really good look at the extent of the burns and clearly able to tell that they went much further. "Umm... eh... errr..." She couldn't find the words to speak to him but she found something that would hopefully get her off the embarrassing subject of her falling an burns. "I can feel that your a Fullbringer... how... interesting.. You..you don't see a lot of them around.. at least... I don't..." She rattled off as she made eye contact with him again.

Sora watched the girl, as she put a hand to her turtle neck, tearing off sand, before it finally stopped. It seemed she had deactivated her fullbring. Well, that at least let him know she wasn't intent on attacking, though he doubted she had that in mind in the first place. His own eye didn't stray from hers once, not to look at the burn, not to look anywhere else. She had his complete attention. He heard her mention something about him being a fullbringer, but his focus was directed on her burn, though it didn't show. Why did she try so hard to cover it up? Gently, he took a step closer, though he wasn't aware of it himself. He tilted his head, as he looked at her hand. "Why do you try to hide it?" He asked, as he gently reached out, and attempted to move her hand away. Whether it moved with it or without it, he would not use force to move her hand away. He was just attempting to show that he was comfortable with the scar the girl had maintained. "There's no reason to be ashamed of it... it's a part of you." He said, before his worried look turned into a grin.

"Yeah, there's more Fullbringer's around than one might think, though. And Arrancar, Hollow, Visored, even Shinigami." He said. "In fact, I actually run a small group. A Family, if you will. We look out for each other, and those that can't look out for themselves." He said, his grin never faltering, nor his eyes straying to the burn once more.

The way he made and kept eye contact with her, even when she diverted her eyes from him made her all the more nervous. Even if she couldn't be sure it just felt like he was looking at her burns. He could even see the burns on the top of her right hand that was some what covering her face. She watched him suddenly wide eyed as he took a step forward. Asking her why did she try to hide it. As he reached out to move her hand she took an abrupt step back as she let her hand fall down. Her hair still covering most of that side of her face. As she looked to the left and she absorbed his words. Telling her she needed be ashamed of it, even if it was something that constantly consumed her thoughts.

Suna watched as his troubled look turned into a grin, as he talked about Fullbringers, Arrancar, Hollow, Vizard, and Shinigami. It seemed all of these spiritual beings where making themselves more known as of late, something was going on but she tried to keep herself out of it. Then he explained himself that he ran a small group called the Family, something where they looked out for each other and for those who couldn't look out for one another. His grin never leaving his face and his eyes seemed to not look at her burns. "I am... ashamed of my burns. There a sign of how weak I am. Everyone can seem them, and they know. They whisper.. cruel things, and they are always watching me.. I'ma wreck." She looked down to her hand, seeing the burn on it, as she covered it with her other hand.

Letting out a sigh. "Hollows oddly enough don't attack me, very often. At least they never had up until a few months ago... I was weak, no matter how much I trained and advanced my powers..." The sand started to crawl up her neck again. Bad thoughts usually triggered her abilities rather she liked it or not. Soon enough little particles of sand that were almost naked to the eye unless you really gave a look started floating into the air as she looped up at the male Fullbringer again. "This.. family.. sounds interesting enough... I have never heard of it personally..." She said quickly, letting out a sigh of frustration as she tried to calm herself down but she couldn't help herself. Anger lingering on the edges of her mind. "you mentioned Fullbringers, Arrancar, Hollow, Vizard and Shinigami, you neglected to mention Quincy."

She said as she suddenly presented a side profile to him. Giving him her left side which had none of the burns her right side did. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she peered out over the pond, her eyes glassing over as she got lost in thought over that night with the attack with the flame breathing hollow, a slight grinding noise as she spoke through her teeth. "Damn Hollow. I was in the hospital for months..." She trailed off, many conflicting thoughts as she was just speaking things as they came to mind, no filter on her brain as their would usually would be.

Sora shrugged. "It's not always a sign of how weak one is. Sometimes they're unpreventable. Physical scars are virtually the same as emotional scars. Always there as a reminder. They're only what you make them. I think your scar suggests strength of character, having to burden the odd looks you get. I know what you're going through, but if you ignore it, and make it seem like less of a deal, so will all who see it." he said, his grin turning into a rather ordinary friendly smile, as he had had earlier. He gained a look of shock, which was quickly followed by a laugh, at the mention of the quincies. He hadn't neglected to mention them, but nearly had forgotten.

"Oh! Quincies are allowed too. And only certain Hollow's are allowed in. We can't have fighting amongst ourselves. I like to see it as a... safe haven. You're more than welcome to join, if you'd like. As of now, we have no current base of operation's, though that may change soon enough. I've been observing a warehouse in Karakura, actually..." he said, trailing off in thought, shaking his head as he turned back to her. "Yeah, it's a rather small group at the moment. I haven't looked to expanding our ranks due to a... loss..." He said, his eyes taking a somewhat downcast look to them, but only briefly.

He looked up when she adjusted herself, watching as she faced the water with her burned side, looking out at the shimmering waters. He knew she was just trying to hide herself from him. What did he have to do to let her know he didn't care about the burned part of her? She was still just another person to him. He felt bad for her with her burns, he really did, but he knew the pain of enduring such hideousness, and pretending that they were a much bigger deal than they actually are just made the problem worse; it drew attention to the undesirable imperfection. He listened to her muttering's about the Hollow, having a vague idea as to what happened. A Hollow with a unique flame ability, or a hot cero, managed to singe half of her face, and send her to the hospital. There may be more, there may be less, but Sora thought he got the jist of it.

She thought to herself as he spoke. Yes, physical scars were similar to emotional scars, but emotional scars were more easily hid. You could hide behind a smile, you could act it out, act like nothing was wrong. Physical scars they were always showing. No matter how much you wanted to hide from them you could never get away from them. Every time you looked into the mirror, every time someone looked at you, you could seem them trying to avoid it but barely being unable to because of the extent of how horrific it was. Her entire right side of her face, running down her neck, her arm, shoulders, back, across her bottom and even extending down her leg.

She listened to him still as the sand crawled up the back of her head and up her chin. As she moved her neck quickly to the side, giving it a light snap as she visible had a chill run down her spine. Listening to him speak still about who all was allowed in the Family, but she raised an eye brow in question when he said this. All species were aloud in the family? That didn't make any sense. Shouldn't it be a pure Fullbringer family where they could all live together with similar traits and perhaps even pasts? Instead of bringing in other spiritual beings who were much different than them? Of course this wasn't for her to say since he was the leader of this family that she had never heard of. Towards the end his voice dropped only momentarily. Showing edges of sadness in it due to a loss.

Even though she had lost no one close to her.. yet, she felt like she had lost a piece of herself along the way due to her burns. This guy might like to think he understood her pain, but he didn't it. She could see the eye patch but that eye patch was no where near the extent of physical trauma that she suffered and endured or so she felt. "I want to deny the fact that you say you feel like me, but the fact of the matter is, you have an eye patch and its hardly noticeable. My burns, are especially noticeable. I don't even feel comfortable wearing shorts, or short sleeve t-shirts. Its hideous, its something that I'll never get away from. The hollow nearly killed me despite the fact I destroyed it." She almost hissed the final words from her teeth, as she looked back at him. Wiping the hair from her face to show the extent of her burns that could be seen going further down her neck until they disappeared under her turtle neck. The mask getting closer to completion as she stared at him with two clearly purple eyes.

"It's pure weakness. The weak die and the strong survive. I almost died, it won't happen again. I won't let it, I need to get stronger, even if I hate fighting, I need to get stronger." These words also were strained through a hate filled voice. As the hollow mask covered her mouth. A gaping hole opening up in the sand showing rows filled with teeth which made her look truly vicious even if it was more for show than actual use it was terrifying to look at something like that that seemed to be endless. "I hate to ask why, but why isn't the family only for Fullbringers? Why would you allow other among our ranks?" She asked, as the mask stopped forming at her upper lip, the other half of the mask coming across the sides of her head and down her forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm not myself lately. I'm not usually this talkative nor do I let people very close." She said, giving him her full attention the sand almost covering all her burns now as her mask came closer and closer to completion.

Sora listened with a silent grace, and a seemingly endless patience. He realized she probably had not very many friends, and the chance to vent to someone was a golden opportunity. And who was he to take that away from her? Everybody deserved someone they could talk to, and Sora rather enjoyed being that person. So let her speak on!, he thought. Her take on weakness was an interesting one, that was for sure. It wasn't especially uncommon to hear people talk of scars being caused from weakness, but it was still interesting to hear, nonetheless. He listened as she denied that he knew how she felt, and that may be fairly true, it was not entirely untrue. At the very end of her rather short speech, Sora shook his head, keeping that same graceful smile.

"Just because the scars don't show, doesn't mean it hasn't happened." He said vaguely, in response to him not knowing how she felt. "Each person has a story, whether the evidence is there or not." He said in his strangely omniscient manner. He noted the mask forming, as it had seemed to do earlier. He came to the conclusion that the longer she used her ability, the more it formed, unless it was raw emotion that had brought it out from her. These were the only two plausible explanations for the moment that he had, but the concept wasn't his main focus at the moment.

"I can hide the scars on my body, but the scars that inflict the most terrible wounds on a person are the ones on their soul." He said, a hint of melancholy injected into his voice once more, before it retained the same ageless tone of voice. For being a rather young man, Sora sounded much older than he was to anyone who listened. Other than a few people, but that was because they were... not like most people. "If you wish to believe it's weakness, then you may go right ahead, though negativity about such things never did anybody any good. I personally see it as a sign of strength. As a sign of one who has endured hardships, who has lived to tell the tale, and has the strength to do it again, if need be. The weak die, yes, but so do the strong. Everyone will die one day. Being strong is just delaying that day. Some find it best to just accept it, and to live their life as they wish. Whether it's training to become stronger, or if it's enjoying smaller pleasures, such as a cold tea." He said, which actually made him rather thirsty.

"Would you like to stop by my house for some tea, anyway? It's that blue one down there, with all of the chalk sketches on the sidewalk in front of it. We can talk as we walk." He said, gesturing to his home, which was only about a block down the road. The sketches were hard to see, but Sora had used vibrant colors, so they would be easier. If not, that was okay with him. He just figured she would be more comfortable speaking at a table and sitting down, with a refreshment. He knew he would have preferred talking with a glass of cold sweet tea, but if she didn't want to, that was okay too.

He remembered her question about the Family being only for fullbringer's, tilting his head. "Yes, I thought of that once myself. But that's rather selfish, I thought. Why should only Fullbringer's gain protection? Why not Quincies, and Bount's, exiled Shinigami, and even those few Hollow's who aren't intent on devouring human's? Everyone is innocent until proven guilty. The Family is a house of strays, you could say. Those who have nowhere else to go, nobody to be with, or to protect them. I take them all under my wing and help them as best as I can. We become the Family that they cannot have, due to the danger of the spirit world. The dejected, the hated, the exiled, we take them all. I... cannot fully explain, but nobody deserves to be alone in this world." He said. As he spoke, a flame of passion came into his eye, as if this was one thing he cherished above all others. By now, it would be plain to anyone who had talked to him for these few minutes that he was a charitable person, if not overly-charitable.

"Oh, my name's Sora by the way. Sora Watanabe. I sell art. Maybe you've heard of me?" he questioned, rather hoping she had. He would only feel slightly dejected, but that was okay. He was only a slightly above-average painter anyway in the surrounding area. At least, that's what he considered himself. In truth, he was rather marvelous, though not near as good as some painting legends such as Van Gogh, Rembrandt, and Frieda Kahlo. Though he was rather well-known in the area, especially from a scandal with a man who had claimed his art was fake. Just the thought of that man got his blood boiling, but now was not the time nor place to be angry.

Suna continued to watch him as the mask finally engulfed her entire face. To almond shaped eyes appeared as they were for a split second her beautiful purple hues but soon enough they turned to a deadly dark red. Still keeping eye contact with him as she spoke through an open maul that was now her mouth that had rows of teeth lining it. Listening to him talk as he spoke how scars and how each person had a tale to tell even if their tale wasn't visible on their skin. Then he went to further explain how scars were tales of hardships and left permanent strengths across peoples skin because it showed that they could endure and live through them no matter how bad it scathed their body. Suddenly his speaking took on a suddenly different tone.

Speaking of a place where he lived near by where they could share a cup of tea. She considered the option but before she could even give him her answer he was speaking of The Family once again. Hearing him speak intently about his group of exiles, outcasts, and so on so forth. How it was a home for anyone and everyone who needed it. Then suddenly he introduced himself, saying that he sold art and wondering if she had ever heard of him. Perhaps she had seen his art but she had never taken particular notice in the name herself, Sora Watanabe, she let the name roll around in her head. As she spoke her voice sounded much different from the innocent small voice she had without the mask. The new voice was very deep and resonating, as if it came from all sides. "Suna Mashin. I guess I can at least tell you that much..." She said as the red eyes faded for a second as she opened her eyes again. Sora could perhaps even feel more hollow reiastu resonating from her now that the mask had formed.

"Forgive me for this... scary appearance. I can't stop it from growing, and its very painful to rip it off and let it start growing again. Imagine pulling your skin off.." She said as her hollow mouth slightly turned into a full toothed grin. Despite the fact she noted how painful it was she couldn't say that she didn't like the pain at all because she did enjoy the pain. It made her feel alive, it let her know she was alive. So this is why the grin had suddenly appeared on her face after she explained the fact how painful it was for her to remove the mask. Despite it all she took him up on his offer. "Sure.. lets.. have some tea..." Without him being able to see or know, small flow of sand had traveled up the back of her leg and lightly coated her lower body and her upper body, just enough to start off to be able to use encase any fight broke out. She could create sand out of thin air, it was just harder to do and took more time then it had to.

Finally, she put one foot in front of the other and started making her way to his home keeping herself beside him. Wondering all the while, why there wasn't a soul in site and she almost wondered if it was due to her at all. She let off quite a malevolent presence even if she didn't mean too, it was all part of her Fullbringer and even when she wasn't using it she still had that dark presence that seemed to surround and carry itself where ever she decided to go. This is why hollows were so attracted to her, and why people seemed to make a bee line around her if she could help it.

Sora nodded, as he became quiet. He had a lot to think about. He had probably actually just talked more than he should have. Way more. She seemed to have become more... withdrawn? Something along those lines. Perhaps he had said too much? He was only answering his questions, he believed. Perhaps he had said something to offend. Staying silent, he began to walk with her, heading back to his house. Coinciding with her own thoughts, he was wondering about the lack of people about. Not that it was particularly busy around this area, but still, to not even see one other person was a bit odd.

He didn't look twice at what she had dubbed her 'scary appearance'. It was certainly odd for a Fullbringer, but Sora wouldn't let it become a big deal to him. He did make sure to keep aware, however. He didn't want whatever she was becoming to take control and kill him. There was no good in that.

They walked nearly to his driveway in complete silence, Sora trying to think of something to say. It's not that it was awkward, at least for him, but more like he didn't know what to say without her acting withdrawn once more. "Are you alright? You don't have to come for anything to drink if you don't want to." He commented after a moment. He made an effort to not sound dejected, and instead kept his friendly composure, showing that if she said no, he wouldn't hurt in the slightest.

They walked in complete silence all the way back to his home. it didn't feel awkward at all, he offered to share a cup of tea with her and talk more so in the least she figured that she would save her words for the couch and chair rather than talk and walk. Then his question caught her off guard as they were nearly to the door of his home. Looking over at him out of the corner of her eyes, her read eyes almost giving a piercing look that she didn't intend but it was something that she couldn't help with this mask on. "I figured I'd save my words for when we shared our cup of tea..." Her echoing deep voice trailed off as she waited eagerly for him to open the door. She hated looking at him with this mask on, she wished she only had to form and use the mask when she wanted to but it was something she couldn't control. Having to wait just a bit longer until it unformed by itself so the process wasn't painful to her as usual.

(OOC: Sorry, there wasn't much to reply to there x_x)

Sora looked to her as they reached his back door, shrugging. "Alright. I just thought you were being quiet because of something I said." he said, holding the door open for her. It was a side-door to the house, next to the driveway, so led directly to his kitchen. After making sure Suna was in, he walked into the rather ordinary home, going to the fridge to grab the tea. He pulled it out, and placed it on the counter, before grabbing two cups from a dish strainer. "Feel free to sit down. I'll just finish pouring real quick, and sit down myself." he said, as he filled the cups. When he was done, he grabbed both cups after setting the jug down, placing one at an end of the table, and the other next to the end, but on the side next to it, seating himself.

"So.... I'm sure you get this a lot, but I'm curious. Why does your Fullbring seem to exude more Hollow reiatsu than the average? If you don't wish to share, then ignore the question. I'm just curious." He said, deciding to shift the conversation from the earlier topic of scars and weakness to something that he thought would be lighter, and perhaps less in-depth than the previous topic was. Maybe Suna was into those sort of conversation's, but Sora wasn't a fan of rather depressing topics himself.

Suna let his words flow from one ear to the other as she merely nodded agreeing with him. He had a susceptible reason to wonder why she was being so quiet. Although it wasn't the cause she just wanted to wait and speak to him until they were sharing a nice cup of tea, which sounded exceptionally better the longer she waited for it. Following him into a side-door they walked right into the kitchen. Watching him pull out a container of pre-made tea. As he was pulling the container from the refrigerator her mask finally fell from her face and a pull of sand fell around her feet. With one stroke of her hand it slid up her pant leg and then proceeded to just stick to her skin with the rest of the sand. She didn't want to leave a mess in his house. Now that her face was back to normal she moved her hair back over the burned side of her face.

Sitting herself down at the table as he offered it, she folded one hand over the other. Watching him fill the two cups as she had a slight look of disappointment on her face because it was premade tea. Grabbing one of the tea cups as she brought the tea to her face and took a gentle sip of it before sitting it down at the table. Looking up at him with her gentle purple orbs listening to him talk. Finally the curiosity got the better of him although she really couldn't blame him. He asked her about her Fullbring ability and why she gave off such a large presence as a hollow than average. Taking another sip of tea, she sat it down and started speaking. "My mother was attacked by a very powerful hollow before my birth, its possible it might of even been an Arrancar. As long as I can remember I've seen hollows. They even used to play with me. I've never had a problem with hollows until a few months ago. My reiastu, its hollow like, and perhaps even calming. I've petted quite a few hollows, rather you believe me or not."

She said as she took another sip of tea. The hand she was using was her burned hand and if Sora hadn't noticed yet he would definitely notice it now. "This tea is okay Sora, but you'll have to come to my house sometime. I'll brew you a real cup of tea." This first smile Sora had seen on Suna suddenly appeared, it was small and it was only up for a moment but it had definitely been there. Taking another sip of her tea she looked a lot more calm now that she was in the safety of a home, drinking tea, and out of the public eye. Although as she was thinking idle thoughts she remembered she had to be somewhere today. Her parents wanted her to help with something. Suddenly she jolted up from the table, probably startling Sora she apologized. "Sora! I'm sorry! I got somewhere to go! Here, take my number, will have to continue this some other time." She took out a notepad and pen and wrote down her number really quick with her name, then she bowed and apologized again before bolting out of the door.

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