Guardian Angel II:

War of the Seven Sins

Chapter 1

We Meet Again

Disclaimer: Me still no own Bleach

I'm back baby! I told you I wasn't waiting to put up the sequel! I couldn't make you guys suffer like that, I'm a merciful god. Anyway, we've got another awesome and much more dangerous adventure ahead of us, and I hope you'll join me again.

We've got new villains and friends, and some familiar returning character as well. It'll start a bit slow as things begin to uravel themselves, but the fight scens for which I am famous will be coming at you in full force and in mass quantity! Ira and the mysterious cloaked figures you saw in the Epilogue will be making their return soon as well.

Let's get rollin'!


Approximately one year after events of Guardian Angel

It was late at night and Matt was laying back on his bed, just finishing up some math homework and listening to his Ipod. He was just about done when suddenly his deputy badge went of. A year of being a Soul Reaper and he still never got used to that thing going off.

He sighed, shut off the Ipod, and gripped the badge allowing him to easily jump out of the gigai. Once he was out of his artificial body, he loosened up all his limbs; he hadn't been out of that gigai in almost a week. He reached out with his spiritual senses and felt the Hollow's presence; it was downtown.

He jumped out his window and ran at top speed to the downtown area. As he made his way there, he thought about how odd it was for a Hollow to attack downtown. Hollows usually always stayed in less populated areas like suburbs or rural areas. One attacking someplace as populated as downtown Seattle was a suicide move on their part, there were at least three Soul Reapers already on patrol there. Matt was obligated to show up; seeing as he was a deputy Soul Reaper, he was the highest ranking person in the city.

He could sense it, there was already someone engaging the Hollow, but it felt like they were losing. By his estimation, he was almost half a mile away from the battle site. He sped up and resorted to shunpo to cover more ground, if that Soul Reaper was losing, he had to get there soon.


What a horrible first night on the job. Koshino had graduated from the Soul Reaper academy four months ago, and she was able to get into the thirteenth division through some strings her family pulled. She did some work at the barracks until two weeks ago when she was informed that one of the Soul Reapers was killed in action and there was a gap in the roster. She was given the open slot which just happened to be in Seattle.

Needless to say she took it without hesitation, and tonight was her first night on her shift. Soul Reaper shifts were on a cycle of days. She had it from tonight, which was Friday, and her shift ended on Sunday at exactly the same time. Of course, at the moment she was regretting taking the job.

She'd only been here an hour in a half and she was already staring death in the face. She'd sensed a Hollow a little ways away from where she already was and went to investigate. The Hollow ambushed her and had injured her left arm, which was the arm she wielded her zanpakuto with. It was bleeding profusely and she was feeling a little dizzy from the loss of blood. The Hollow stood over her and was readying to strike again. Koshino put up her zanpakuto in a vain attempt to block the attack, but it wouldn't really make much difference.

As the fist was brought down on her, she felt an arm around her waist and knew she was being pulled to the side. She landed less than gracefully against a heating unit, but she was unharmed. She looked over at the Hollow; there was someone else there facing it down. She couldn't see his face, but recognized the brown cloak immediately. It was Matt Anderson; she felt a wave of relief wash over at his presence. If anyone could handle the Hollow, he could.

He took in a deep breath and she watched in amazement as he breathed fire straight from his mouth and cooked the Hollow alive. After a full minute of constant fire, the Hollow was gone, and only a huge scorch mark remained where it stood only a moment ago. With the threat eliminated, he turned his attention to her. She would have gotten up, but she had gotten even more dizzy and felt herself slowly slip into unconsciousness.

Matt stood over the Soul Reaper, her arm was bleeding and she was unconscious from the looks of it. He couldn't very well leave her here, she was too injured to wait. Besides, he felt like he should know her from somewhere, she seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on where he'd met her before. Either way he picked her up, sliding one arm under her knees and the other under her arms.

He didn't sense any other Hollows nearby so he could head back home, and besides, it wasn't like his parents could see her, she could stay while he patched her up and her wounds healed. He jumped from building to building back to his house, carrying the limp Soul Reaper in his arms.

All the way home he looked down at her wondering where he'd seen her before. "Who are you?" he asked himself.

He finally landed on his roof, jumped down to the ground and crawled in through his rooms window. It was a good thing his house was only one floor. His rooms lights were still on and his gigai looked like it was merely asleep, to fool his parents in case they walked in while he was gone. He set the girl down for a second as he jumped back into said gigai and cleared off his bed of his school gear. With that, he placed her down on his bed and reached underneath it for a special box he kept under there filled with bandages, disinfectants, and other medical supplies he used to fix himself up on the rare instances he was injured.

He ripped open her sleeve to get a better look at the wound. It went all the way down her upper left arm, it looked like a bite mark. He reached into his medical box and brought out a bottle of disinfectant and sprayed the wounds, cleaned them with a rag, and then brought out some bandages and ripped some off with his teeth. He wrapped the white cloth around the blood splattered arm and tied it up. With that she was pretty much set, but she might need more than just a patch job of bandages. For now, he'd let her have the bed; he grabbed the blanket and threw it over her.

He went to his closet and pulled out an extra blanket and pillow and settled in on the floor next to the bed. He sighed and rested his head against the soft puffy fabric, instantly falling asleep.


Koshino woke with the sun shining in her eyes. She rolled onto her side; realizing she was under blankets and in a bed, she sat up quickly, wondering where she was. She was in a room with light blue walls, but before she could take any further mental notes about the room, she heard a voice from her right.

"About time you woke up, I was beginning to think my little patch job wasn't gonna do it."

She looked over to her right and saw someone with black hair sitting at a desk. He turned around in his chair and looked directly at her, and she again recognized him instantly. She remembered that she had been bitten in the arm and reached at the wound, only to find it dressed and tended to. He came over and sat on the end of the bed indian style, staring intently at her.

"So...who are you. I feel like I should know you from somewhere, but I honestly can't remember where."

She almost felt hurt that he didn't remember her, but she put that aside for the moment.

"I'm Koshino Nagasawa, we met about six months ago when my zanpakuto class took a trip here, Lieutenant Yester was there."

Matt immediately smack his forehead with his palm and sighed. "Now I remember you! Top of your class right?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Well I can assume that since your here you graduated right?"

Again she nodded. "That's right, I'm in the thirteenth division now."

"Nice, I almost ended up in that division. Anyway, your wound isn't fully healed, I don't have all the medicine the Soul Society does, so you can stay here if you don't feel up to patrolling around today."

"Thank you very much, I wouldn't be much use with an injured fighting arm anyway."

He rolled backwards off the bed, accidentally falling onto his head, and quickly stood up with a sheepish grin. Koshino couldn't help but giggle.

"Right, we'll I guess I'll go grab you some breakfast, you're probably hungry."

"Very, thank you."

He grinned again. "Back in a sec."

He walked down the hall and she heard his muffled activities from his kitchen. While he was gone she looked around his room more, it seemed a somewhat more quaint than she had imagined. She had though that he would live in a place a bit more luxurious, to match the respect he'd garnered. Of course, she was used to living in large houses; her estate was easily three times as large as this house and twice as tall.

She pushed the trivial thoughts aside when he came rushing back down the hallway. He pushed open the door with a plate in his hands.

"Okay, I'm not sure what you eat for breakfast in the Soul Society, I've only spent all of two days there, but this was the best I could find."

He handed her the plate, a fork, and a knife.

"What is it?"

"Only the best breakfast food in the world of the living; waffles!" (I LIKE WAFFLES!)

"I already put on some syrup, it'll add flavor."

She looked unsure about the food in front of her, but none the less cut off a square and took a bite.

"Wow, this has a very sweet taste to it," she said with surprise.

"Told ya. I'll let you finish up, then I'll take another look at that arm."

He sat down next to her on the bed with a book and a smaller notebook that had many mathematic problems on it. He seemed to be going down a list of equasions and solving them.

"What are you doing?"

"Probably the most evil creation of man; homework. I almost finished last night, but then I had to come save you," he said still engrossed in his book.

"Oh...sorry."

"Ah, don't sweat it, saving you was more important than finding some stupid common monomial. Besides, I hate homework, I'd take any excuse at all to get out of doing it."

They sat there for a bit in silence; Matt doing his work and Koshino finishing her breakfast. Koshino decided that she would get an answer to at least one of her questions.

"Can I ask you something?"

Matt looked up from his work. "Sure, what is it?"

"Why did you choose to stay here in the world of the living instead of just joining a division in the Soul Society?"

He sighed and closed his book, then layed back on the bed.

"My family and friends. They can't see Hollows, well my family can't anyway. I was killed in broad daylight in the park by a Hollow, which makes me think the Soul Reapers here can't do their job very well. Not you of course, that was back before I even met you," he corrected himself.

"Anyway, I decided that I'd protect them myself, but if I joined a division, there'd be too many rules in place for me to protect them like I wanted. So I chose the class of Soul Reaper that had the least constraints, a Deputy. Now I get to stay here and live like a normal human and still fight Hollows," he finished.

Koshino nodded slowly. "I see."

"It wasn't easy getting this job either, I had to train my ass off for it. Luckily Ichigo..."

At the mention of Ichigo Kurosaki, Koshino almost spit out her last bite of waffle in surprise.

"You know Ichigo Kurosaki!?"

"Sure, who the hell do you think trained me," he said nonchalantly.

Of course, it all made sense. Ichigo Kurosaki was basically the strongest Soul Reaper alive, it figured that someone trained by him would be so well known in such a short time. Still, if that was the secret to how he became so strong, then she might be in trouble. She doubted Ichigo Kurosaki would be willing to take her in, or if the Soul Society would even allow it.

"Well, enough about training, just thinking about slave-driver-Kurosaki makes my arms hurt. Speaking of arms, I should probably replace the bandages of yours," he said reaching under his bead and revealing a box.

He opened it up and pulled out a large roll of white bandages.

"Can you roll up your sleeve please?"

She nodded and did just that. He slowly untied and unwrapped the cloth around her arm, trying to provoke pain in any way. For the most part he did a good job, but it did still sting. The wound itself was much better than yesterday, it didn't look quite as gruesome.

"Well, it's definetly improved, but you'll need a new set of bandeges, hold on a sec."

First he brought out a small bottle and popped off the lid.

"Okay, this is gonna sting a little, but it'll help the wound stay clean."

She held out her arm and he grasped it gently but firmly; it was strong, but not painfully strong. He sprayed the disinfectant into the open wound and she whimpered a bit at the sudden pain, but quickly relaxed. After that he began applying the bandeges.

He put them on slowly again to avoid any further agitation, but it didn't help the sting. Whether he knew it or not, he was actually leaning in a bit too close for her comfort. By the time he was finished dressing the wound again, she was a bit red in the face.

"So, you can just stay here until that arm of yours heals, or your shift ends. Which is when by the way?"

"Sunday afternoon, then I can return to the barracks."

"Right, well you're welcome here until you can head back. Just promise not to do anything to freak my parents out, they don't know about the Soul Society and stuff."

She nodded. "Yes sir."

He laughed and shook his head. "You don't have to call me sir, I hate that formal crap. Just call me Matt."

She smiled. "Alright...Matt."


Okay, here we go again! I told you this would start kind of slow, but don't worry, the intrigue will start up soon. I can't stick around for a long ending statement like usual, I'm actually writing this in my tech class...don't sit there and judge me. I happen to know for a fact that Kuroi Amaya read this during SCIENCE CLASS once!

See ya, bells about to ring.