Little Tiger

O' Death
Standing alone; something Roxas knew when she had to do. She'd done it ever since she'd been abandoned in Rukongai by her parents, left to fend for herself because she didn't meet their standards. Her parents had been too rich to accept such a poor child, and she could admit it, she didn't care. Her parents were snobs, and could just go screw themselves. Granted, it did hurt being left by your own parents, but Roxas found herself getting over it more easily than others probably could.

And here she was, standing—okay, lying—alone in Karakura Town, drowning to death, both in rain and blood. Her companions—or what she'd believed to be her companions—had nearly killed her. Right now, she was only surviving on the power of her Hollow mask. The mask had begun to deriorate about an hour ago, and now only covered her eye socket and some of her nose bridge. It was slowly slipping away and only reminded her that she too was slipping away, into that darkness she'd come to know as Death.

Fear hadn't quite dawned on her yet and the pain she was in only made her hope for it to envelope her into its wings of black and take her. The wound in her chest burned, the coolness of the blade still felt even after it had been removed. Again, she prayed for death.

But, such a thing would not take her tonight—no—for a certain blonde former Captain had sensed her. Yes, that mass release of spiritual energy had attracted not only his attention, but a certain purple-haired woman also. Her black tail swished behind her as she walked by his side underneath the umbrella, careful to avoid the tears pouring from the sky. She glanced up at her master, curious at his feelings on the situation. His green and white bucket hat protected him from being read and Yoruichi sensed he wouldn't speak until they came across the female they were searching for. They had to find her fast, before the life entirely left her. Why? Yoruichi wasn't quite sure yet.