Between Demons and Devils[Doktor]

It was the airport, a place where arrivals from the army and unfaithful business men, when the same thing happens on the opposite end, unfaithful wives and such always screwing the mailman. But then there was Ezekiel, a business man whom had just went to Japan for a trip. The job was done and some fun followed, almost taking out a few boys and killing one person. He had come home to return to his normal life. The life of someone whom had not killed people, threatened their lives, endangered their lives, that jazz. He also never let Zekonith take control, he never melted people, never dug his sword into their shoulder, he wasn't the mad man in America. At least, not in his Gigai. Ezekiel had come home to the only thing that made him seem less like a monster and more like a human being.

He followed the obsolete facade for a hidden reason; he enjoyed the normality of life as Ezekiel Hibana the Husband and Father, not Ezekiel Hibana the Twist of Fate. He may deny it internally and externally, but it is true nonetheless. The only thing left is finding affection, finding love and that was far from happening. He wanted someone who could understand his troubles, not some fake life he organized. He wanted someone who would accept the true past, his betrayal, the death of his mother and most of the quincy race, all of that. He was ridden with psychological dismay, and his family wouldn't be able to understand. How could he tell his son he was some big strong man who killed people? Who killed monsters?

The latter would be approved of by a ten year old but it would still be horrifying to the mother. Ezekiel had exited his plane, making his way down the pathway and into the lobby of the airport. Looking left and right, he waited for his wife and son. in his business clothes with some high-price brand of sunglasses. Carrying a briefcase, he was soon greeted by his brunette, caucasian wife and mixed son. The son was a mixture between white and grey with a slight brown tinge. "Daddy! You're back from Jap-pan!" the son greeted his father warmly, hugging him. "Hey, kid. How's school?" when Ezekiel questioned school, his eyes struck his wife's.

"He got into a fight yesterday. How are we going to deal with this?" Ezekiel rolled his eyes and shook his child's hair. He kissed his wife and the three went their merry way to the car. It was the same as always, but strangely enough his son was a violent child. The same routine, business trip somewhere, fight pre-return between his son and another, and his wife complains. Later, the two have sex usually and talk about a second child but it never happens. The same routine since his son Maric was in first grade. It only took twenty minutes to return to a decent, upper-middle class-men home. His zanpakuto was by his side and in his hand most of the time they had been traveling together to return home.

When Ezekiel and the other two got comfortable, he had the on-time call that allowed him to leave the house for a while. A fake business call, something separate from his actual job. "Yeah. Mhm...Hun, gotta go to the office to pick up a few things. Then I gotta have a drink with the boss. The usual." Ezekiel had already gotten ready for leaving, his wife kissing him goodbye as he walked out the door before shooting a wave towards his son. He was in the streets after just ten minutes and already absorbing America once more. Stereotypes and oddities, still with great racism and bigotry. Thugs were killed all the time, mostly with him using Sho to blow their brains out. He had this feeling he needed to be in the streets of the Big Apple.