Necross, We Need A Favor.

Walking into view of Necross's home, Shadow and Shabuto would take it slow.

"..."

((Necross, let Shabuto post next please))

Shabuto appearing next to his father would run his hand through his hair and take a deep breath it was good to be out that graveyard to many bad memories ...to many bad smells.

{So...this is the place?}

He said as his kage garb swayed n the wind.

((You know you posted in our lair, not my home))

As the two appeared around Necross/Abbadon lair, the air would began to chill. The skulls and fallen weapons shook slighty and a crow flew toward them and land on a tree. A raven would for le above them for a minute and land next to the crow. Then out of nowhere, hundreds of crows and Ravens flocked toward the same spit and a voice issued.

"Now riddle me thus. Two Uchiha's walk into the land of magic and holiness. They walk into the spot where they are most hated. And its funny because one of your names was written in the book. So why is it that you look for Death so soon?"

Necross prescenes was that of a Grim Reaper, but did not make a physical body yet...

Shadow would force a sarcastic chuckle as he crossed his arms. Necross pissed him off even without emotions. Shadow had to pretend that he still had emotions for Necross.

"We came for a deal. We want Aizen Uchiha's soul. Were prepared for negotiation. If you refuse, then we will declare war against you and all of your people. Simple enough for even you to understand."

Feeling empty, Shadow would stare into the black cloak with a stony emotionless face. Necross was always a pussy for never showing his face. Even with Shadow and his emotionless state, it seemed he didn't forget how to anger a croud. He waited for Shabuto to interject like he knew he would. Fatherly instinct.

((bump. Shabuto.))

{So you are the infamous reaper...quite the pleasure to finally meet you...but I have not come to quarrel}

He said his Garb ruffling in the ominous wind surrounding them. Shabuto's illustrious eyes shined in the darkness. Shabuto cracked a smirk at how Necross carried himself and how he ripped on his father. But they were here on buisness...they had to save ravage.

{But enough of the pleasantries...we do infact need that soul for a worthy cause...but I am not without merits...we wll of course return the favor}

The raven and crows finally formed a body for Necross, having the bottom of the cloak lifting upwards. His scythe gleamed in the moonlight and nothing was able to be seen on his face except two silver eyes.

"Ridiculous. The boy doesn't understand what I am. I am not some lowly Grim Reaper, Shabuto. I am the Angel of Death. The dealers you speak of are chosen by me to do some of the work for me. But with that fun fact now stated, tell me, this. Why is Aizen soul so important in order for you to save Ravage? And why should I disobey the law I set for all living things? You must not understand the consequences of being souls back into this plane do you?"