The Beauty of Peace (Open)

"This place is so damn noisy." It was a strange feeling for the brown haired man. He wasn't exactly here because he wanted to, but he was here because he needed to be. Where was he? This man was among the most wondrous and gorgeous cities in the world; Venice. This city was renown for it's beauty and it's streets, water filled with a glint that could only be found through natural means. It was a nice feeling being here, although at the same time, for this man, it wasn't so nice after all. The people around him, everywhere, noises echoing and not a single moment of silence to cover the place. Even at night, this place was alive with lights and festival noises most times of the year, to find a silent moment would be an amazing feature. Never the less, he walked through this place, hands held in his pockets while his body was covered in a maroon coloured, maroon coloured under gourmet and a white school-like shirt, even his slack pants were maroon coloured. His entire appearance may have been off putting for being in Venice, yet he was wearing it regardless. Who was this man? He was none other than Hakai Chikara, a Sugiura who was outcast from his own race through his own actions.

Lately, Hakai had been surveying areas wide and far, even in different dimensions, to figure out where he could establish a large settlement either for the Monsuta or himself to settle with his wife, Mizore. Never the less, Hakai was a man who took great comfort in cold places, for him to be here was confusing in itself. Wandering around, his feet pattered softly on the cement, sounds of chatter and people rummaging around him. Walking with hands in his pockets, the Monsuta leader sighed as he bumped into people, hitting their shoulders but not even turning around to look at them or apologise. Hitting a person nearly head on, knocking them over, the man yelled out towards him violently whilst laying on the floor. "Hey, you bastard watch what you're doing!" Pulling himself to his feet quickly, the main gritted his teeth and rushed towards the Sugiura, fist clenched, swinging a wild right handed hay-maker towards the back of Hakai's head. As soon as the slightest bit of skin contact made, the fingers would hit him; snapping and twisting one way to the next, blood poring out as bones began to rip through the skin. This... was done using Hakai's kinetic control powers.

Turning around, he'd look at the man as he fell to his knees, looking at his hand covered in blood, bones bursting out of holes in his skin. "I expected some idiot to try something like this. If you know what's good for you, don't try anything that stupid again." Keeping his hands in his pockets the entire time, he'd turn around yet again and take one step, wind building up around his feet and body; kinetic energy being pored into a gust of wind that'd launch him into the air; sending him high up above the buildings as he'd descend slowly to the floor, landing lightly atop of a tiled building rooftop that overlooked the pristine ocean, boats and gondola's lightly paddling below. Smirking a little to himself, he then sighed and lowered his body, using his hands as support and sat upon the cusp of the building, pressing lightly against the tiles, looking over the ocean. It was a nice place, Venice. If it wasn't for the noise of constant people, it would have been an ideal place for him to live. Pristine waters, relatively nice weather. A place where someone could make a living, or retire.

Laying down, he'd place both hands behind his head; using his fists as a support for it as hair slipped through his fingers. It was calm... something Hakai enjoyed. The calmness of such a place. It was... an unusual feeling. Yet despite his past, despite his mind, Hakai felt at peace for once. He didn't know if that would change or more so, how that would change, but it was nice. For now.
 

It was a weird feeling that overcame Hakai. Inner peace wasn't normally something that he found and was yet considered even harder, for himself, to consolidate. Whether it was because of his up bringing, his general mindset or his abilities that he had learnt to deal with, Hakai was a very confused and constantly shifting man. His depression was one side of it, sure, but he couldn't help but feel that areas such as this made all of that slip away. Areas of such beauty, the fine tastes in life, could calm his nerves to the point where the images of his past and the pains he experience shattered and disappeared. It was a feeling of bliss that he felt, but his main worry was anyone disturbing this peace. If anyone disturbed the peace he felt in his head, in his heart, right now; it is likely that Hakai would tear open their back and rip out their spine. It was not often that the Sugiura would find peace in this world, and when someone threatens that? It is a very dangerous situation indeed.

Just as these thoughts rushed through his head, the sounds of destruction filled his ears. Travelling to his right ear, an explosion filled his ear. Then again from behind him, then to the left. Yet, he didn't move. He simply still laid there with his hands still holding the back of his head, strands of hair still there. His mind clicked as his eyes opened slowly, reading the frequencies at amazing levels and determining the location of impact and explosion, also determining the size and sound waves they emitted. Rubbing his eyes with his right hand, he'd pull himself up as he turned around, feet pulling himself up. His feet shook as the waves of vibrations were sent through the tiling on the roof, yet stopped just as quick as they started. Walking softly, each tile he'd step on would stop vibrating and an echo being felt like he was walking in a massive hall, echoing like hard-shoes on a wooden floor to mark a deep echo every time he stepped. Still reading the sound waves of the origins of the explosions, he made his way slowly by walking atop of the buildings, following the waves and explosion origin.

Nearing the location, a he felt the waves of something closer and closer to him. As he stood there, he put out his right hand and touched the object flying towards him. As Hakai did so, he touched it; eyes shifting and noticing the texture. A car? Someone had thrown or flipped a car up onto the top of the roof and it had flew towards Hakai. As he touched it with his hand, the entire car would crash in on itself, not even move Hakai from his position. It was weird that it happened, yet it wasn't surprising. Letting the car drop to the floor once touching his hand and crunching in on itself; his eyes shifted down to the floor, brown hair falling in front of his face and his pale skin reflecting off the sunlight. The sound of explosions still emitted, he could sense and hear the frequencies through his sound powers. He looked down to the street below, eyes and entire face held in an extremely dangerous figure. His face was scrunched up, his eyes gleamed with anger and his entire body being stiff with rage. Looking down upon the people below, he noticed a man who was simply standing there, chaos around him, a seemingly noticeable aura. Dark matter? Hakai thought to himself. He noticed him, and he knew instantly. Although it was a different property to the one that Hakai had, it was... different... yet he didn't know how so or to what extent.

"Ah? What a troublesome peace of shit you are, disturbing the one time peace I had finally found. I find a place that I like, full of beauty and someone takes it away? I guess that's to be expected. What kind of rodent are you, anyway? Not that it matters, you'll be dead in the end anyway." His voice was deep and rumbling, the anger was clear in his voice as he stood there. Yet he simply didn't move, not for a moment. Taking one step, he dropped off from the tiled roof and landed upon the same ground as below. He was interesting in how this worked here. This shinigami knew who he was, which wasn't so surprising, but why did he tear up the city that Hakai was in to draw him out? It seemed a bit excessive. As his eyes drew upon his opponent, he smiled softly. The man had an eye patch over one eye, dark matter spewing from his body and a orange tinted hair colour. He knew exactly who this man was, and letting him get the best of himself would reflect bad onto not only his own reputation, but it would reflex badly on the Monsuta as a whole, about having an inept leader.

"Wolf. Typical. The fact that your own body can stand in the same area as mine is astounding, although your own dark matter is inept. Oh yes, I know about you. Destroying everything in your wake, having a reputation for destruction. When you do things such as that, your powers quickly become noted. Although..." Cracking his neck, he'd let out a side smirk, raising up his right hand and throwing a half grin onto his face. "I'm not going to take it lightly. Looks like you want to end up as a dirty, messed up corpse." Appearing on his right hand that was raised to around shoulder height quickly began emitting a dark aura as slowly, a glove with two long tweezers appearing on the index finger and the middle finger began to form. The tweezers were long and metal whilst attached to a glove that could monitor the amount of power output he was using. Yet, it was his sacred weapon, the Sugiura equivalent to that of a zanpakuto. Flicking his fingers on his left hand to create a echo, and flicking the tweezers through the air, a spark of ignition would appear before Wolf's body, the tweezers harnessing his unique dark matter and causing a reaction to cause a small scale explosion right before Wolf's body. If this hit, it could cause a bit of damage, although it wasn't a key explosion, rather it was to test how Wolf would react to the sudden explosion. Although; there would be a strange effect to this explosion, rather it wouldn't be extremely heated - it would be super cold; almost as if the opposite of an explosion caused from an ignition spark. It didn't make sense, but that was one of the abilities that Hakai could do with his unique dark matter - it would appear and react in the same way to a normal explosion such as from a grenade.

From the click of his left hand fingers, a echo did occur. From this, a soundwave would shoot out and smash the surrounding windows, all of them shattering from the volume changing suddenly from the shock wave to an extremely high frequency. As they fell, he'd temporarily take hold of the wind and lift the shards from touching the floor, and control over a thousand shards of sharp glass to fly through the after marth of the explosion to attempt to impale Wolf multiple times with the glass. He didn't know if it would be successful, but it was a good way to start off this brawl. "You ruined my peaceful mindset, now you'll have to pay for it, ehahaha!"

What a pain that all of this had to happen to such a beautiful city. The water, the buildings, the people were all so beautiful. It was weird if one could look into Hakai's mind actually, it was almost like he could care or even wanted to save the people in this area. Ultimately, it didn't effect him in the slightest - but something about this area... it was interesting. That being said, if destroying five thousand of these civilians could take down the rampaging beast known as Wolf, he would do it. After all - Hakai wasn't a hero. He wasn't even considered in the realms of being a good guy, he was simply a villain who had high standards of himself. Because who said a villain couldn't protect the lives of civilians? It was a natural thing, to want to protect the helpless, at least for Hakai. Never the less, he had to keep his head in the moment. It was true that Hakai had, a few seconds ago, mocked the very powers of Wolf in saying his dark matter control was inferior when compared to Hakai's. Maybe that was a bad move, yet maybe it wasn't. Only time could truly tell in this endeavor.

YYawning to himself, he watched as the explosion had hit right in front of Wolf's body, tearing him apart and the shards of glass penetrate his body.
The cold explosion would likely freeze most normal people solid, but that wouldn't happen to Wolf - and Hakai didn't expect it to. Hakai's eyes widened a bit as the entire torso of Wolf was blown off, simply to regrow himself from the dark matter power he had created. He knew about this mans power of regeneration, but by God, it was a sight to see in person. As he regenerated, Hakai returned his eyes to a normal appearance, looking intently on the shinigami before him. The Sugiura wondered to himself, was it really that worth it? Hakai could have drawn this fight out to any location or Wolf could have attacked him at any location, why Venice? Was there a premise behind it, or was it simply blind luck? All of these questions had plagued the mind of the Sugiura for quite some time, since the beginning of the fight, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Returning his mind into the moment, he listened to the words the mutt was spouting loudly and cockily.

"How destructive you are? Please, none of that will effect me or have any negative effect on me here. Or anyone. You know why people called me 'The Destroyer'? Because I crushed people like you beneath my boot. It wasn't about how much I destroyed, or even the scale of it, it was the brutality. I've destroyed towns full of people like you, worthless scum who can't even stand on their own too feet without having their head up their ass. You're just like the rest of them. Scum. Trash. All of these words that were exchanged between the two were planning to get on each other nerves, and right now it seemed none of it was working. They were simply spouting nonsense about how weak either of them were, nothing that actually meant anything to them. No hard hitting words, assembled of words, nothing. Yet they continued. Standing still, he noticed the blade come launching forward, a black aura coating his blade as it swung down upon Hakai. It was obviously enhanced with strength, but against Hakai's speed? This was nothing. Side stepping at almost the speed of a shunpo, Hakai focused his reiatsu carefully into his feet to keep himself from getting caught off guard.

Although, this wasn't the end. He noticed that a second wave came through; pure black energies aiming to rip Hakai in two. Using quick thinking, Hakai snapped his fingers, sending out a flick that echoed a sudden extremely loud shock wave of sound, pushing against the energies to lessen the impact. Although, this wasn't enough. Slamming straight through the sound, the energies descended upon the Destroyer, the matter pressing against him hard and forcing him back a few metres as the sound barrier that constantly surrounded his body took majority of the damage from the strike. His arms appeared slightly scraped, but nothing major. The sound barrier that surrounded his body took most of the damage. It was a close call, if that barrier around his body broke, he would be extremely prone to attack. The sound barrier was constantly there though, taking damage away from strikes. If found a way to be disrupted? Bad things could likely follow. Not only this, but before he could think the entire area between Hakai and Wolf was shadowed in darkness, almost inhibiting their vision completely. Using a shunpo, Hakai would add in a few extra steps, leaving behind an after image as he would appear behind the woman who had shrouded the darkness upon them.

Raising his right hand with the claws on it; he would rest the tips softly on her neck, not digging in, but lightly press against the right side of her neck. His face was serious as his eyes looked down upon her, standing extremely close, almost to the point where their bodies were touching. He was keeping a deadly seriously look in his eye, his right hand held right by her neck. "What are you doing here, Sherri? You realise I should kill you for betraying me. And Wolf caused the damage, I'm not as stupid as you may think I am." Lowering the claws from her neck, he used another shunpo to appear upon an opposite roof top, left hand buried in his pockets while his right laid free in the air. His vision shifted back down to Wolf who was still below. "Oh right, that's where I've heard that name before. Lionus. Tora, ahhh, yes. Haven't seen your brother in a while." Shifting his vision back to Sherri, he let loose a wild smirk yet again and closed one eye, taking a few steps forward as his hair bounced, right hand with the glove, moving fluently. "How about you tell him yourself, I'm not a messenger for traitors or anyone of the like. Find him yourself.

Swiping once with his tweezers, he grasped quickly from the atmosphere an abundance of nitrogen with the tweezers, as soon as he grasped them began using his unique matter to super heat the nitrogen that laid upon the tweezers, quickly becoming the idea known as 'nitriding'. What does nitriding do? Basicaly, it creates an extra hardened surface for anything to do with metal; by touching the steel with the nitrogen, Hakai is capable of fusing them together to create even more hardened service. This means by adjusting the sharpness during the nitride, he could effect the sharpness of his own glove. Not only this, but by adding on the surface, he could adjust the length of the claws. The claws, now, spread down to his feet and beyond if he held is hand by his waste, much longer and making a much more effective slicing technique for hand to hand combat. The area had been decimated by Wolf in his last attack, yet either one of them remained unhurt, for the most part.

Before anyone could even blink, Hakai would disappear from his position and reappear directly in front of Wolf, claws held by his side, black auras floating around it. Swinging his right arm up in a claw light fashion, the tip would aim to slice open his skin with the newly enhanced claws from the nitrogen. Not only this, but the speed and strength of the strike would be aimed at his head, enhanced by the sound his arms gave off, manipulating sound waves and enhancing them to travel twice as fast as it normally would. Following straight up from the strike, his left fist would come flying around; this time aimed low towards the liver. He knew none of these strikes would likely work directly on Wolf, yet it was worth a shot. If his hand had made contact with Wolf's body, his tweezers could be seen swiping the air again, grasping the necessary matter he can produce and pumping a combination of them into Hakai's hand upon touch. Using his combination of particles, he create an up-scaled version of the explosion he previously used on Wolf, the cold and everything - except at extreme close range with a punch.

Although Hakai was close to it, the blast direction was set to flow straight at Wolf; even if this failed, the kinetic manipulation he had would be able to alter the route of his own dark matter to not effect his own body. So unless Wolf had managed to dodge the strike, a counter attack by using his own explosive against Hakai, would not work. Hand to hand combat? Hakai was the king. It was his domain. Stepping into it would be insane. Although the attack would end here; the fight was far from over. It would be decided soon enough, but the introduction of this woman, Sherri, made it a little more interesting. Wolf might not care if she died, Hakai didn't think he cared either, but deep down he had a feeling that he needed to protect her - despite being a traitor to his cause. Power surged through Hakai at an extreme level, he was angry, but he was also not going to lose to some dog either.