The winds of the Seireitei were harsh on that night. That night, when the lives of the entire shinigami were changed.
Story Composition by: darkroydante and Mr. J
The callous breeze ripped across dusty roads, spiraling over Seireitei's soundless streets. Tempests shot forward, aiming towards a certain snow white building.
Plot and related ideas: darkroydante
Thrusting open the windows, they ignored the presence of the old man within, huddling into a solid silhouette.
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The old man gazed patiently at the image, then his eyes shot wide open at the shadow's face appeared. A voice spoke, power and wisdom emanating from it. The man's clothes said volumes about his status and wealth, both expensive and extravagant. His skin was perfectly tanned, and he was smiling a dark little smile. One smooth hand gripped the hilt of a hidden weapon, while the other hand was fixated holding his communication spell together. His grin didn't reach his icy blue eyes, or match his cold voice. "Good evening to you, Yamamoto-soutaichou."
(--)
"This is such a pain." The words rumbled out, cutting right through an hour of continuous silence, spent between them on the sole purpose of moving forward, to reach their goal. Two pairs of sandals, like waves, rose and fell against layers of sand, marching in perfect rhythm, showing off the casually unity of the twin shadows. The speaker of the pair shrugged off the hood of his dusted robes, letting his temporal eyes adjust to the radiant glow of the surroundings. The newborn sun rose in the east, casting long shadows which trailed their owners sullenly. The second figure kept his hood firmly over his stoic features, blocking out his face from the elements, or recognition.
"Shut up and walk, baka." The words were cold, harsh beyond a gentle scolding, but the first, and taller, took it as such. He chuckled, raging green orbs flickering towards his partner, slightly surprised that the man had even spoken to begin with. The midget was not very talkative.
"Hai, taichou-sama." The second, beneath his hood, scowled murderously, lifting his neck to observe the trail before them. The winding road finally met their destination, off in the distance. "It's such a pain though, to walk all the way to the sou-taichou. I mean, isn't it obnoxious, not to be able to use a shunpo? Do you really think they will sense it?."
(…The presence was near, the thing that had trailed them. More were behind it, far worse things. The darkness knew it would lose, but slowing down the pair was above all else.…)
The shorter of the two remained silent, glaring at the road before them. He looked as if he was blaming the dirt road for his troubles. It was the road's fault for being so long, it was the road's fault they were miles from their destination. Wishing it was possible a stretch of land could screw up a dimensional gate the way his buffoon lieutenant could. It was a miracle the small boy could even make out the dimensional landscape to begin with, as far from the center as they were.
(The shadow was directly behind now, claws outstretched, eyes murderous. It stayed silent, hoping to score an easy kill.)
The tall man continued his rambling, having already assumed he would be talking to himself. "It's been a while since I've visited here. You never did come to the Seireitei, did you? I don't believe so."
(Like a point blank bullet, it launched at them, traveling faster than a human eye could follow.)
With a grunt, the talkative one flung open the left side of his cloak, spinning on the spot. Black splashes of goop rained across his face and cloak, the mess that covered the soft material instantly dissolving, as if lit aflame. Flicking the remaining specks of Hollow blood off of his honed blade, he returned the weapon to its resting place. "Well, that was fun." A grim smile danced around his face, eyes for the first time finding his shorter companion's. He raised a hand and stepped forward, and after a fractural pause, the smaller raised his own hand, bringing the outstretched palms together. The ground beneath them exploded.
"Hell yeah." He watched the reietsu pour outwards, catching several of the approaching hollow. They glared, or whatever hollows did.
(Then, the rest fell upon them, the mission accomplished.)
"Jiresuke-sama? It's not necessary, but our goal is to reach Seireitei immediately. They wouldn't sense us, so...." a grunt slipped past the thousands of black bodies, but the speaker was not identified over the clashing of metal and tearing of skin.
"You just want to do some killing, don't you?"
"Hai, Kenzuki-taichou. Your right. BANKAI!"
A second voice spoke quietly, but the same word, the same promise of doom. "Bankai."
(Mission failed.)
Author's Notes:
I'm posting this once, so I don't have to write it every chapter.
1) I do not own Bleach, just the OC charecters and the plot.
2) Please, pretty please, rate and review. Even if you don't want to keep reading, tell me what you thought about the part you read.
3) Please, don't post reviews like: OMG, _____ KILLED _____ AND _______ HAPPENED!!!! It could spoil the story for someone who hasn't read that chapter yet.
4) Kayl is pronounced Kai-el.
5) This story takes plac after the main canon and the three Bleach Movies.