Looks can be Deceiving [Shirasu and Zayne]

On the spacious roof of a three story high apartment building, a senkaimon opened up, revealing a bright light inside of it, a single shadow cast upon the concrete lying ahead of it. However that shadow was only seen for the briefest of moment. The shinigami that had emerged from the senkaimon had wasted no time. He was set on finishing up what he needed to do. That and all the activity had probably stimulated the hollows which had attacked member of his own squad in the day prior. He wanted some one to pay for that. He wasn't as forgiving as his kind features gave off. He was far more bitter than anyone could imagine. He was a master of deception after all. It was to be expected.

The next time a trace of the shinigami was spotted he was perched on a building nearly a block down, looking over his shoulder as the senkaimon closed. A light breeze caused wind white hair to blow around him, obscuring vilet eyes that seemed intent on finding something yet distant in a way as well. He wore his lieutenants badge at his was it where the sash of his full pants was, the emblem of squad eight able to be seen on the badge. Just the presence of the badge signified he wasn't just another unseated officer roaming around to take down a measly hollow. He had more important affairs to handle. That was clear by his serious look. It didn't seem natural on his face, like it was much more used to smiling. In fact...

"Never stop smiling..." he murmured to himself, shaking his head humorously as he quoted his dear friend and captain. Almost instinctively when he heard those words a small grin came onto his face. Even in the middle of what could soon be a battle, if he were lucky anyway, he could put on a smile for that man. It had always been that way, even longer than Shirasu could really remember.

For a moment his smile faltered though. Shirasu stood up straight, his hand reaching back to rest on the handle of his zanpakuto, knowing he had speed on his side when it came to a draw. There was already something close by, that much he could tell. His violet eyes scanned the streets below him, not that it would really be that simple though. At the same time though he was keeping his senses ready for what one would plan to be a sneak attack, or simply sneaking up on him. He wasn't foolish enough to let his guard completely down.

Still acting as though he was looking down over the ledge, his eyes moved to glance behind him, almost expecting something to show up there. He narrowed his vision when he saw nothing there of course. Still he didn't move. If something was close by it would likely come to him on its own. That would be a rather regrettable choice...for whatever were to come at him anyway. He looked sweet but looks were deceiving.

OOC: lazy start is lazy~~~~

He hadn't been wrong. Whatever was close by was coming towards him. Maybe the other being was trying to sneak up at first but something had stopped him and he began talking, taking in a way that confirmed Shirasu's idea that arrancar really were foul. He stood up straight, probably something that help make it clear that he most definitely wasn't a female, at all. He turned to face the arrancar, running a hand back through his thick white hair to momentarily show his face. The lieutenant was wearing a straight face, not of form of annoyance or displeasure there. At least not until the newcomer as down speaking. Then he...smiled? "You'll need to watch what you say" his voice was smooth, matching his grin, but neither of them seemed to be all that comforting, creepy even. It was obvious dark intentions were just below the skin. It was like an invisible evil aura was radiating off of him encasing the both of them on the roof top.

When he dropped the fake smile and feigned kindness that feel became twice as apparent. His violet eyes burned with a glow behind them even as a cloud passed above them, leaving the rest of his face in shadows. It was no wonder there were stories among his squad members that he could be so scary, not that many got to see him fight so seriously. What did he care if the arrancar saw him this way though? He wasn't going to live to tell about it.

"I assume you want to get this over with. You seem like the impatient type" He arched a brow toward the other male, obviously amused by this. He could feel the anger surrounding the hollow. It wasn't hard to pick up on really. Especially after his comment toward the shinigami. Well if he didn't want to wait, Shirasu wasn't going to make him. The hand holding his hair back, released the white strands, allowing think curly bangs to fall back into place, leaving enough space over his eyes for him to see through them. He wasn't done with that hand though, it quickly shot down behind his back to pull his zanpakuto from its black sheath. There was barely a reflection off its black surface as it was drawn before Shirasu disappeared in a shunpo. The next time he appeared he was just a mere foot from the man's left, the tip of the wakizashi shaped zanpakuto being thrust forward by both if his hands, aiming for the arrancar's neck. It would be an easy way to finish this off in a flash. Though nothing was ever that easy. Instead this was an easy way to check reaction times, something very important to a man of sleuth like he was. He just needed to pin a few key points first. Thats not to say he would be disappointed if he made his target and proceeded to behead the other male. that would be just as pleasing to the eyes.

Just to further prove a point to himself though, he stopped just shy of what his target would be, again shunpoing out of sight. And he stayed out of sight for the time being. Not to mention it would be entertaining to see tease the arrancar in such a way. "Avenge, Shin no Sugata" There was a flash of violet moving through the air but it vanished soon as well. Compressing his reiatsu down to the point where it would be difficult to sense it, he took to hiding just below the ledge of the building, standing upon the deck of a fire escape. Something about his weapon had changed though. In the midst of taking measure to hide he had released his zanpakuto, figuring it was better to say the words on the move rather than to give away his location. hanging of the end of his wakizashi there was a black chain, firmly helf in shirasu's other hand. Handing of the end of it was a weight, cow-bell sized and shaped with several spikes coming out of it. The most interesting part of it though was the glowing emblem at its base, clearing meant for something.

Shirasu didn't wait another moment before leaping up into the air, releasing his reiatsu, showing he was no longer hiding to the man. Though before he did so he had alround whipped the chain out, that weight heading straight for the man's waist with deadly speed and accuracy. The chain and weight alone wouldn't kill him if they hit their marks, but that wasn't all there was to his shikai.

Shirasu made harsh tug to the chain as the wakizashi was brought down on it. However it wasn't enough for the trap to be avoided. The blade caught just a few links before the weight, just barely catching it. However for some reason Shirasu didn't seem all that disturbed by that fact, maybe even in a bit pleased. What was up with that? That didn't matter right now though. The time for him to deal with that hadn't quite come yet. There was a little problem racing his way at the moment. The arrancar has fired a cero, a truly shocking move. Shirasu was prepared for such, leaping up into the air, out of its line of fire. But that wasn't all. No there was always another ready. And he was right. Perhaps he had miscalculated on speed though. The second Cero had been fired earlier than he had planned. While he put out a surface of reiatsu from his foot to push himself forward, he still found that same foot being hit by the cero, up to just below his knee. The fabric was now burnt, gone in some areas to reveal a not so natural looking red colored skin below, causing Shirasu to narrow his eyes, sure the other male was quite pleased with himself for pulling off that little maneuver.

right now though he wasn't in need of that foot that throbbed. He could have still used it but for his next move it had time to get over the intial pain of the cero burn. The way Shirasu had launched himself sent him straight back down to the roof top, arm extended out, reaching for something. That something was the wakizashi Zayne had left behind. This is why he hadn't tried to completely free his zanpakuto from being freed. "We're going to be ended you say?" he said slyly as he grabbed the weapon. With a swift move of his leg he flipped over, taking the weapon up out of the roof with him as he landed on his good foot. Quickly he spun around, throwing the blade right back at it's master. aiming for his chest with the fast traveling shot. It wasn't impossible to just swat away though. It was simply a distraction.

"I don't think that's quite right" Using the wakizashi to hide it, Shirasu had thrown his weight again and it was following right in the shadow of the blade. However this time there was somethign different about it. The emblem at its base was glowing brighter than it had before. This wasn't the same kind of attack he had previously used. Whether the wakizashi be blocked, dodged, or maybe even takenas a hit, the weight suddenly flared with what appeared to be white flames. From those white flames opened to large violet eyes and a snarling mouth filled with sharp canines. Quickly the flaming reiatsu took on its shape, that being of a white roaring fox, larger than the average fox in size and build. It followed up behind the wakizashi, lashing out at Zayne. If he were to have dodge the flying blade though it would give a push on the air, pouncing in his direction for the same kind of attack. It was ready to latch onto whatever it could get its teeth around which depending on the place of impact could have been a devastating would. Something told Shirasu Zayne wouldn't be so easily taken care of though.

When the fox got its bite Shirasu allowed a pleased look come to his eyes, perhaps looking a bit cocky for a moment even. It wasn't a large wound, but it was a start. It was only a matter of time before the arrancar would lose his head to the teeth of his snarling beast. When the other male shouted out and suddenly became surrounded by light, Shirasu narrowed his eyes, knowing what was coming. He pulled on the chain and the fox in turn scurried away from the arrancar as the lieutenant awaited to see the new form his opponent would be taking, gripping the bladed end of his zanpakuto tightly in his hand, waiting and preparing himself for a quick attack. This man was a snappy one after all. Shirasu doubted there was going to be some long, thought out sneak attack. From what he could tell, he had been proven right. For the time he had to gaze upon the transformation, however short it may have been, he tried to pinpoint where the man might be weak, noting the armor like substance that had formed over his body and trying to pay mind to where it was opened. There weren't many but they would have to do.

Right then though he had something else to take care of. Zayne was to his right, preparing for whatever he had planned out. Bones were twisting from his arm, forming what could be compared to a drill. He shifted on his feet, raising his wakezashi to counter what was coming at him but the blade never reached anything but open air. The moment Zayne vanished it occured to him what the arrancar was up to. He again shifted with a new rushed devotion, pulling on his blade to stretch out the chain between his hands. He Lifted it up in time, but not in enough time nor with enough force. He managed to slow it down enough to give himself the time he needed to move his head, even if it was just slightly. It was enough to allow the pointed tip to scrape down the right side of his face, leaving a deep cut that flowed with blood. It wasn't the best outcome but it was much better than having his head pierced through.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Shirasu pushed the man's arm away with his chain. A moment later he was bringing he Wakizashi toward the arrancar's neck. If he had been thrown off at all he hoped the man wouldn't have the time to avoid his speedy blade. However there was another trick up his sleeve. The fox that had seemed to be forgotten was again making itself known. It rushed in from Zayne's blindspot, lunging at him, teeth bared and claws ready. If it were to hit its target those teeth would tear into what skin was left to show on the arrancars neck, maybe even his face were Zayne in the right spot.

In the meantime, Shirasu had leaped back, taking the bladed end of his zanpakuto with him, whether it had hit or not. He slid to a stop, kneeling down. His right eye was closed, rather useless with all the blood that had poured into. His breaths were somewhat heavy, causing his chest to rise and fall noticably. This wasn't quite as smooth as he had hoped. But the darker side of him had the thought: 'What funis it if its easy?'. Though his smile seemed to kind to say it, there was a great satisfaction he was getting from this.

With the failure of his fox, seeing that it only left bite marks within the bone covering, Shirasu pulled on the chain and the fox seemed to vanish, leaving only the weight at the end of his zanpakuto again. He pulled it toward him, lessening the length of chain between it and his hand, figuring he'd need it again very soon. He spotted the arracar before he disappeared in another sonido. His eyes scanned the area close by, knowing he'd come in for a closer attack, and the most likely place was.... Shirasu spun on his toes the same moment Zayne appeared behind him. He was swinging the weight with his hand, ready to use it when the fraccion's hands instead met the ground. A moment later a sharp bone was erupting from the ground beneath him. It cut up the side of his already injured leg, causing the lieutenant to hiss. With his still good foot he launched himself up into the air. He misjudged the speeds of the oncoming bones though and a second one pierced into his arm. Luckily enough he was high enough in the air for it to come to a hault before piercing completely through but that didn't stop the new flow of blood as well as the new weaknedd that caused him to drop the weight which then crashed to the ground.

Within the air he flipped back, his feet meeting another bone but in a much more favorable manner. His slid along its side until he came to a stop. His breaths were coming heavy and his injured arm was limply hanging down, blood dripping from his finger tips to mingle with the puddle forming on the ground. This wasn't going to work much longer.He spotted Zyane coming his way and grit his teeth. It was now or never. Sliding down the bone rest of the way, Shirasu used the new forest of bones to hide, Moving his hand down the chain some until it was withing a foot of the weight, his blade resting upon the ground. He gave it a few swings before throwing it, the fox at the end reforming, However it didn't stay there. The fox detached from the weight, flying toward the charging arrancar. It shot up, mouth opened wide for another bite whenever it met with Zayne. However that moment wouldn't come. Instead of the attacks like before, the fox would explode out in a surge of burning reiatsu.

However this was all just for some momentary distraction. As soon as the fox exploded, there was the second phase to begin work on. "Bankai" There was an eruption of light from his zanpakuto, one he hoped would be covered by the cloud of debris the explosion had caused. When the light faded had it even been seen, it was like giving the green light to finish this battle up.

Out from the dust cloud came a lone fox came roaring out, racing toward Zayne. It appeared as though there had been no change in his zanpakuto and he was hoping Zayne would take it that way. As soon as the first fox met with Zayne, Another eight would suddenly fly from the cloud, Shirasu following close behind them. His wakizashi had been replaced by an eight inch black kunai, nine purple wires attached to its handle which then lead to the other nine kunai where foxes were now formed. All eight of the remaining foxes lunged at Zayne, all set on digging their teeth into his flesh. Watching closely, Shirasu landed on a spiked bone that stood out above the others, not wanting to have his sight hindered in the cloud of debris that was still in the process of clearing.