Post by Ghost on Apr 16, 2009 18:30:47 GMT -5
It was cold that late Spring night, a frosty breeze danced throughout Karakura Town, seeking to freeze all that it touched with thin icy fingers. Heavy clouds clung to the heavens, obscuring them to the eyes of mortals below, not allowing a single star to shine its brilliance down upon the earth, let alone the moon. As such, thick forbodding shadows scourged the area, fearful and dark. Fortunately, no rain fell that night.
Within the town's cemetary, a soul lingered.
One that was old. Very, very old. Ancient, in fact. How many years had passed since its body and soul had been seperated? No answer could ever be given for even it did not know.
The years in which had existed had twisted it beyond what could ever be referred to as "human", transforming him into a monstrosity. A powerful demon masquerading as the handome mortalised Adonis.
That is who Hagi el Dominquez, the third espada, was.
Bored with the dark silence that forever existed within Hunco Mundo and tired of the game that he was constantly playing with those that resided there, Hagi had traveled to the Human World, if only for a few hours of peace.
Dressed as he always was in tight-fitting black, his long chocolate brown curls held back into a ponytail via dark ribbon, he moved silently throughout the town, a large dark case held to his back. None bothered him or encountered him on his path.
Not out of fear of what he was but rather because none could sense his presense, a skill he had learnt long ago.
Finding the lonely dark cemetary to suit his state of mind at that moment, Hagi effortlessly leapt over its high steel fence and began to move from tombstone to tombstone, no expression showed within his green hues or upon his breath-takingly handsome face.
Occasionally he stopped to devour the other lingering souls that made the cemetary their home. Souls that still bore human form, chains attached to their chests, and who were ignorant to their current condition or what danger the human-seemingly Hagi imposed upon them.
All releasing shrill screams upon him absorbing their lives. Screams that no human would ever hear.
Finally alone, the third espada sat himself down upon one of the tombstones, a marble white one that was showing much age and depicted a realistic crying angel, its downcast face turned towards Hagi, feminine hands pressed against stone cheeks.
Bending, Hagi opened the case that he had brought with him and pulled out a large beautiful cello, its tarnished wood a shade of brown that resembled blood, its strings jet-black and its body as large as Hagi was.
Leaning the instrument against him, his left hand holding its neck, the espada used his bandaged hand to take hold of the instrument's long thin bow and placed it against the strings.
For a moment, Hagi did nothing more, his green hues falling shut as he inhaled deeply and held his breath, as if waiting for something.
After a moment, he exhaled and began to play.
The music that echoed into the cold still air was fast, each stroke that Hagi made was sharp but graceful, not a single note was wrong.
The sound of the cello bore a sorrowful edge to each note of music it echoed, but the song that Hagi played was one that was possible to dance to and impossible to break away from.
"Gigue" was the song's name, composed by a man named J.S. Bach, and Hagi played it as if it was he who had constructed the melody, knowing it as well as he knew how to breathe.
It was always a mystery to Hagi how he played so beautifully when he had no knowledge of ever being taught. All he knew was that upon awakening as an arrancar he needed an instrument, he needed to play, and proceeded to steal the cello he currently possessed.
Playing kept him calm. It kept him sane. The tunes erased all the restless hateful thoughts from his mind in a single second, it calmed the parasites within his body to the point where he no longer felt them inside of him, and it bore him far away from his despised existence as an espada.
Unfortunately, his music also had a habit of drawing others to him, like the pitiful moth to a bright flame.
Abruptly, the music stopped as Hagi's right hand ceased its movement, his left tightening upon the neck of his beloved cello.
Though transfixed by the melody that was being born from his very fingers, Hagi did not fail to notice the shift of reiatsu that suddenly occured within the cemetary that announced the presense of a spiritually-aware being other than himself.
Raising his head, Hagi's frozen green hues turned to the direction in which the reiatsu came from, annoyed at the act of tresspass.
Within the town's cemetary, a soul lingered.
One that was old. Very, very old. Ancient, in fact. How many years had passed since its body and soul had been seperated? No answer could ever be given for even it did not know.
The years in which had existed had twisted it beyond what could ever be referred to as "human", transforming him into a monstrosity. A powerful demon masquerading as the handome mortalised Adonis.
That is who Hagi el Dominquez, the third espada, was.
Bored with the dark silence that forever existed within Hunco Mundo and tired of the game that he was constantly playing with those that resided there, Hagi had traveled to the Human World, if only for a few hours of peace.
Dressed as he always was in tight-fitting black, his long chocolate brown curls held back into a ponytail via dark ribbon, he moved silently throughout the town, a large dark case held to his back. None bothered him or encountered him on his path.
Not out of fear of what he was but rather because none could sense his presense, a skill he had learnt long ago.
Finding the lonely dark cemetary to suit his state of mind at that moment, Hagi effortlessly leapt over its high steel fence and began to move from tombstone to tombstone, no expression showed within his green hues or upon his breath-takingly handsome face.
Occasionally he stopped to devour the other lingering souls that made the cemetary their home. Souls that still bore human form, chains attached to their chests, and who were ignorant to their current condition or what danger the human-seemingly Hagi imposed upon them.
All releasing shrill screams upon him absorbing their lives. Screams that no human would ever hear.
Finally alone, the third espada sat himself down upon one of the tombstones, a marble white one that was showing much age and depicted a realistic crying angel, its downcast face turned towards Hagi, feminine hands pressed against stone cheeks.
Bending, Hagi opened the case that he had brought with him and pulled out a large beautiful cello, its tarnished wood a shade of brown that resembled blood, its strings jet-black and its body as large as Hagi was.
Leaning the instrument against him, his left hand holding its neck, the espada used his bandaged hand to take hold of the instrument's long thin bow and placed it against the strings.
For a moment, Hagi did nothing more, his green hues falling shut as he inhaled deeply and held his breath, as if waiting for something.
After a moment, he exhaled and began to play.
The music that echoed into the cold still air was fast, each stroke that Hagi made was sharp but graceful, not a single note was wrong.
The sound of the cello bore a sorrowful edge to each note of music it echoed, but the song that Hagi played was one that was possible to dance to and impossible to break away from.
"Gigue" was the song's name, composed by a man named J.S. Bach, and Hagi played it as if it was he who had constructed the melody, knowing it as well as he knew how to breathe.
It was always a mystery to Hagi how he played so beautifully when he had no knowledge of ever being taught. All he knew was that upon awakening as an arrancar he needed an instrument, he needed to play, and proceeded to steal the cello he currently possessed.
Playing kept him calm. It kept him sane. The tunes erased all the restless hateful thoughts from his mind in a single second, it calmed the parasites within his body to the point where he no longer felt them inside of him, and it bore him far away from his despised existence as an espada.
Unfortunately, his music also had a habit of drawing others to him, like the pitiful moth to a bright flame.
Abruptly, the music stopped as Hagi's right hand ceased its movement, his left tightening upon the neck of his beloved cello.
Though transfixed by the melody that was being born from his very fingers, Hagi did not fail to notice the shift of reiatsu that suddenly occured within the cemetary that announced the presense of a spiritually-aware being other than himself.
Raising his head, Hagi's frozen green hues turned to the direction in which the reiatsu came from, annoyed at the act of tresspass.
