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Shi Means Death, you Fucktard...
Name: Shi (death)
Age: Who knows?
Gender: Female
Height: 5 feet (152 cm)
Weight: 110 lbs (49 kg)
District: Secret District 81
Looks:
h t t p : / / i m a g e s . g o o g l e . c o m / i m a g e s ? & u m = 1 & h l = e n & q = d a r k + a n g e l + a n i m e & & s a = N & s t a r t = 9 0 & n d s p = 1 8
(no spaces. She's the first pic on the page)
(She's got tons of scars.)
Weaknesses: No one can feel her reiatsu unless it it mixed with another one, no matter what weakness. It's because if she had it out and feelable all the time, no one would be able to breathe. Also, her eyes are way too expressive, so people can always tell what she's feeling and some people can even analyze her moves beforehand.
Chappi 1
An underground city. Cool, right? It depends. If you're talking futuristic, yes, it's awesome. But I'M talking about Rukongai. Secret District 81.
It all began on a bright sunny day. Not really what you'd expect an evil mastermind to think of as a nice day, right? Exactly. He hated the sun (and no, he was not a vampire). So he built an underground city. Full of markets, houses, and... oh, right. Slave markets, assassins, professional thieves (petty thieves would not survive. Imagine a little girl going up to the Joker and asking him for money. That's what it was like for petty thieves to try to steal thing from professional thieves there), but no Black Market. This WAS the Black Market.
THIS was Secret District 81.
Professional thieves get the least amount of money out of the three biggest money-making careers in this underground hellhole. Most people who lived in this district either sold water or other crap. They needed more money, and fast. But who needs a job when you can just steal anything you want? That's this city's reasoning. A whole lot of people worked undercover as thieves while on the surface, they continued to sell crap. Why? Because if an entire town were made up of thieves and one guy quit his job and kept getting richer, wouldn't he be up to something? I mean, everyone else worked during the day (not that they could tell, of course) and raided houses at night. If one guy didn't work during the day like everyone else did, then who would you choose to kill out of a city of people? That's right. The one who sticks out. Besides, you could always just steal back what you sold, anyway. Ka-ching!
Assassins make the median amount of money. A whole lot of people would just kill the people themselves and get it over with. There were no laws, so they could get away with anything. But all over the world, people love to flaunt their power. And rich people hate getting their hands dirty. If you could get an assassin to do your dirty work, then people know not to mess with you because A) You must have a lot of power to have that much money, and B) If you have enough money to hire assassins, then you have enough money to whoop anyone's ass you meet, so people tend to stay on your good side.
The slave market was the biggest growing trade there. It was backed by one man, and one man alone. He was the richest man in the district, and the one who had his way with all the women. His company had a wide variety of slaves of all colors, all races, all genders. You name it, he had it. And they weren't all for housework. When he realized that a lot of people had... needs that couldn't be fulfilled by normal slaves, he founded a new branch to his slave market called Fuckbuddies. There were also different types of THAT. Aggressive, Passive, Slutty, Sexy, Fugly, etc. Every Fuckbuddy was branded right on their ass. Their number, their type, etc. It also showed who owned them once they were bought, or if they were used solely for rentals. Inside this company is where our story begins.
"Oof!" A young-looking girl was thrown into a jail cell. She was stripped naked, shackled to a wall, and spat on. "Go fuck yourselves! Why do you assholes fucking need us while you can earn a living doing something else! You goddamn twats! Let me the fuck go!" A tall man strode into the cell, looked her up and down... and got spat in the face. The girl still held a dangerous don't-fuck-with-me-or-you'll-wish-you-were-castrated-instead-of-having-me-kick-your-fucking-ass look, even as a trail of drool hung from her mouth. Spitting it out, she glared at the man. He snapped his fingers, and a servant hurried over and carefully wiped the saliva off with a fancy, embroidered hankerchief. "Rich-ass bastard," the girl spat out. "You don't even have the balls to face me in a one-on-one fight! You and me, hand-to-hand combat! Right here, right now!" The man sneered at her. "114-32-98. Her number is 666. We'll sell her immediately." And with that, he turned on his heel and left, servants in tow. "Oi! Oi! I wasn't finished with you yet! And I'm not 666! I'm Shi! Shi as in death! Death as in you're gonna die before you fucking get your pussy-ass little shit fuckers in here again!" Taking deep breaths, Shi looked around her cell. A pile of human shit was in the corner, and to her left and right were the decaying bodies of old slaves they forgot to feed. The walls and bars were rusted, but strong. Looking at the confines on her wrists and ankles, she saw they were rusty too. Pulling on them, she thought she heard one crack a little bit. They were strong, but the screws holding them in place were old and decrepit. At first, she thought about waiting until they loosened security on her a little bit, but she shrugged off the idea. She was never one to do things later, especially if someone had a hot branding iron waiting for her. Ripping the chains out of the walls, she attracted the attention of a nearby guard. He came running, and she raised her fist to knock him into next week when she noticed that there were weights attached to the chains that were still on her hand and feet. Grabbing the chains, she swung them around and, using them as maces, knocked the guard out with a deep gash in his head. That was gonna hurt in the morning. Oh, well. Time to move on. As if just noticing she was naked, she crashed through the bars, grabbed a white kimono (like a shinigami outfit, except all white), and put it on. Looking in a mirror, she sneered. It was fugly with a capital F. She tore off the sleeves and the lower half of the shirt. Now she had loose white pants and a loose white tank top belly shirt combination. It was better, but it could use some red. "Look! There she is!" A voice snapped her from her thoughts. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. She ran away, leaving her pursuers in the dust.
Later, Shi finally lost her attackers. Looking around, she climbed into a tree and fell asleep. Hey, she'd been running all day with weights attached to her arms and legs. She was tired. It was too bad that she couldn't see them hiding behind that bush.
A burning sensation woke her from her slumber. "AAAAAH!" The branding iron she'd seen at the 81st District scorched her pale flesh, burning her ass so badly it made her scream in terror and pain. The iron burned through all the layers of her skin and was ripped away as her blood stained the ground beneath her. Shi closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, all the while muttering 'fuck, fuck, fuck,' repeatedly under her breath. A sudden large reiatsu flattened her attackers to the ground. Shi stayed in her position for about ten minutes while her ass stopped hurting enough for her to stand up. Slowly, she stood on shaky legs, let out a bloodcurdling shriek, and dropped to her hands and knees, shaking. She reached a shaky hand for her pants and put them on, as well as her customized shirt. That's when she noticed the large man standing next to her.
A Captain's Meeting. That he, Zaraki Kenpachi, had to attend. Again. Sometimes he wondered if it was really worth it. As he strode over to the building late (as usual), he noticed a weak reiatsu coming from far outside the 80th district. Now, if that reiatsu was strong enough to get to Seireitei through the Senkai Gates, which are made of Sekki Sekki stone which repel any and all reiatsu, then that reiatsu wasn't really weak. A large grin covered his face. Without telling anyone, he sped off toward that certain area.
Once he got there he couldn't believe his eyes. A bunch of people were branding a girl. She was screaming, and when they ripped away the branding iron, he could see the words on her ass:
FUCKBUDDY 666
TYPE: SEXY
OWNER:
All of a sudden, her attackers were crushed to the ground. Well, that was new. He didn't even notice his reiatsu was rising. Oddly the girl didn't seem to notice, thus proving she was worse at controlling and sensing reiatsu than he was. She waited a looooooooong time before attempting to stand up, and when she did, she screamed. VERY loudly. Which hurt his ears. Ouch. She put her clothes on and then she finally seemed to notice him.
"HOLY FUCK!" Shi screamed, scampering away from the large man. Of course, she landed on her ass. Rolling his eyes, he said, "So you finally noticed me. Good. I'm not used to being ignored." Then, without warning he picked her up and shunpoed to the Senkai Gates. "OI!" she yelled. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU FUCKTARD! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!" She kept screaming as he got past the gatekeeper, and he only laughed. She sure didn't waste time starting to make friends.
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Wow, that was exhausting! This was originally two chapters, but since one was really uber short, I not-so-seamlessly combined the two. AND to top it all off, when I was sriting this, my little brother walked in and he surprised me so much I yelled "HOLY SHIT!" and almost fell out of my chair.
Lulz...
Age: Who knows?
Gender: Female
Height: 5 feet (152 cm)
Weight: 110 lbs (49 kg)
District: Secret District 81
Looks:
h t t p : / / i m a g e s . g o o g l e . c o m / i m a g e s ? & u m = 1 & h l = e n & q = d a r k + a n g e l + a n i m e & & s a = N & s t a r t = 9 0 & n d s p = 1 8
(no spaces. She's the first pic on the page)
(She's got tons of scars.)
Weaknesses: No one can feel her reiatsu unless it it mixed with another one, no matter what weakness. It's because if she had it out and feelable all the time, no one would be able to breathe. Also, her eyes are way too expressive, so people can always tell what she's feeling and some people can even analyze her moves beforehand.
Chappi 1
An underground city. Cool, right? It depends. If you're talking futuristic, yes, it's awesome. But I'M talking about Rukongai. Secret District 81.
It all began on a bright sunny day. Not really what you'd expect an evil mastermind to think of as a nice day, right? Exactly. He hated the sun (and no, he was not a vampire). So he built an underground city. Full of markets, houses, and... oh, right. Slave markets, assassins, professional thieves (petty thieves would not survive. Imagine a little girl going up to the Joker and asking him for money. That's what it was like for petty thieves to try to steal thing from professional thieves there), but no Black Market. This WAS the Black Market.
THIS was Secret District 81.
Professional thieves get the least amount of money out of the three biggest money-making careers in this underground hellhole. Most people who lived in this district either sold water or other crap. They needed more money, and fast. But who needs a job when you can just steal anything you want? That's this city's reasoning. A whole lot of people worked undercover as thieves while on the surface, they continued to sell crap. Why? Because if an entire town were made up of thieves and one guy quit his job and kept getting richer, wouldn't he be up to something? I mean, everyone else worked during the day (not that they could tell, of course) and raided houses at night. If one guy didn't work during the day like everyone else did, then who would you choose to kill out of a city of people? That's right. The one who sticks out. Besides, you could always just steal back what you sold, anyway. Ka-ching!
Assassins make the median amount of money. A whole lot of people would just kill the people themselves and get it over with. There were no laws, so they could get away with anything. But all over the world, people love to flaunt their power. And rich people hate getting their hands dirty. If you could get an assassin to do your dirty work, then people know not to mess with you because A) You must have a lot of power to have that much money, and B) If you have enough money to hire assassins, then you have enough money to whoop anyone's ass you meet, so people tend to stay on your good side.
The slave market was the biggest growing trade there. It was backed by one man, and one man alone. He was the richest man in the district, and the one who had his way with all the women. His company had a wide variety of slaves of all colors, all races, all genders. You name it, he had it. And they weren't all for housework. When he realized that a lot of people had... needs that couldn't be fulfilled by normal slaves, he founded a new branch to his slave market called Fuckbuddies. There were also different types of THAT. Aggressive, Passive, Slutty, Sexy, Fugly, etc. Every Fuckbuddy was branded right on their ass. Their number, their type, etc. It also showed who owned them once they were bought, or if they were used solely for rentals. Inside this company is where our story begins.
"Oof!" A young-looking girl was thrown into a jail cell. She was stripped naked, shackled to a wall, and spat on. "Go fuck yourselves! Why do you assholes fucking need us while you can earn a living doing something else! You goddamn twats! Let me the fuck go!" A tall man strode into the cell, looked her up and down... and got spat in the face. The girl still held a dangerous don't-fuck-with-me-or-you'll-wish-you-were-castrated-instead-of-having-me-kick-your-fucking-ass look, even as a trail of drool hung from her mouth. Spitting it out, she glared at the man. He snapped his fingers, and a servant hurried over and carefully wiped the saliva off with a fancy, embroidered hankerchief. "Rich-ass bastard," the girl spat out. "You don't even have the balls to face me in a one-on-one fight! You and me, hand-to-hand combat! Right here, right now!" The man sneered at her. "114-32-98. Her number is 666. We'll sell her immediately." And with that, he turned on his heel and left, servants in tow. "Oi! Oi! I wasn't finished with you yet! And I'm not 666! I'm Shi! Shi as in death! Death as in you're gonna die before you fucking get your pussy-ass little shit fuckers in here again!" Taking deep breaths, Shi looked around her cell. A pile of human shit was in the corner, and to her left and right were the decaying bodies of old slaves they forgot to feed. The walls and bars were rusted, but strong. Looking at the confines on her wrists and ankles, she saw they were rusty too. Pulling on them, she thought she heard one crack a little bit. They were strong, but the screws holding them in place were old and decrepit. At first, she thought about waiting until they loosened security on her a little bit, but she shrugged off the idea. She was never one to do things later, especially if someone had a hot branding iron waiting for her. Ripping the chains out of the walls, she attracted the attention of a nearby guard. He came running, and she raised her fist to knock him into next week when she noticed that there were weights attached to the chains that were still on her hand and feet. Grabbing the chains, she swung them around and, using them as maces, knocked the guard out with a deep gash in his head. That was gonna hurt in the morning. Oh, well. Time to move on. As if just noticing she was naked, she crashed through the bars, grabbed a white kimono (like a shinigami outfit, except all white), and put it on. Looking in a mirror, she sneered. It was fugly with a capital F. She tore off the sleeves and the lower half of the shirt. Now she had loose white pants and a loose white tank top belly shirt combination. It was better, but it could use some red. "Look! There she is!" A voice snapped her from her thoughts. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. She ran away, leaving her pursuers in the dust.
Later, Shi finally lost her attackers. Looking around, she climbed into a tree and fell asleep. Hey, she'd been running all day with weights attached to her arms and legs. She was tired. It was too bad that she couldn't see them hiding behind that bush.
A burning sensation woke her from her slumber. "AAAAAH!" The branding iron she'd seen at the 81st District scorched her pale flesh, burning her ass so badly it made her scream in terror and pain. The iron burned through all the layers of her skin and was ripped away as her blood stained the ground beneath her. Shi closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, all the while muttering 'fuck, fuck, fuck,' repeatedly under her breath. A sudden large reiatsu flattened her attackers to the ground. Shi stayed in her position for about ten minutes while her ass stopped hurting enough for her to stand up. Slowly, she stood on shaky legs, let out a bloodcurdling shriek, and dropped to her hands and knees, shaking. She reached a shaky hand for her pants and put them on, as well as her customized shirt. That's when she noticed the large man standing next to her.
A Captain's Meeting. That he, Zaraki Kenpachi, had to attend. Again. Sometimes he wondered if it was really worth it. As he strode over to the building late (as usual), he noticed a weak reiatsu coming from far outside the 80th district. Now, if that reiatsu was strong enough to get to Seireitei through the Senkai Gates, which are made of Sekki Sekki stone which repel any and all reiatsu, then that reiatsu wasn't really weak. A large grin covered his face. Without telling anyone, he sped off toward that certain area.
Once he got there he couldn't believe his eyes. A bunch of people were branding a girl. She was screaming, and when they ripped away the branding iron, he could see the words on her ass:
FUCKBUDDY 666
TYPE: SEXY
OWNER:
All of a sudden, her attackers were crushed to the ground. Well, that was new. He didn't even notice his reiatsu was rising. Oddly the girl didn't seem to notice, thus proving she was worse at controlling and sensing reiatsu than he was. She waited a looooooooong time before attempting to stand up, and when she did, she screamed. VERY loudly. Which hurt his ears. Ouch. She put her clothes on and then she finally seemed to notice him.
"HOLY FUCK!" Shi screamed, scampering away from the large man. Of course, she landed on her ass. Rolling his eyes, he said, "So you finally noticed me. Good. I'm not used to being ignored." Then, without warning he picked her up and shunpoed to the Senkai Gates. "OI!" she yelled. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU FUCKTARD! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!" She kept screaming as he got past the gatekeeper, and he only laughed. She sure didn't waste time starting to make friends.
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Wow, that was exhausting! This was originally two chapters, but since one was really uber short, I not-so-seamlessly combined the two. AND to top it all off, when I was sriting this, my little brother walked in and he surprised me so much I yelled "HOLY SHIT!" and almost fell out of my chair.
Lulz...