Don't own Bleach. I know some of you were expecting the third installment in the Utsumi Kaito series but this character popped up and I was watching Shingeki no Kyojin. This story stubbornly stayed in my brain as I tried and struggled to write the Bount Arc. Well this is what happened. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know in the reviews if you like it and if you did, I'll finish it. I can assure you that I have started a plan for the third Utsumi Kaito story. However it is now without a title, if you have any ideas let me know and I'll pick one out. Anyhow, enough of this. The story begins... Now.
It was the beginning of summer in the Soul Society the Kurosawa family were hosting a small gathering among the lesser Noble families in the Soul Society. Even though word had spread through the Soul Society that there was trouble among the Shinigami, the Kurosawa family couldn't let that ruin the mood for tonight's party.
Akira Kurosawa, a tall, muscular elderly man, with piercing blue eyes, silver hair and a thick silver mustache, strutted through the grand hall of his Manor making sure everything is in order for the shindig they are putting on tonight. The Manor was a large building in the middle of an expansive, luscious green field surrounded by a forest. It was isolated a quiet, just the way Akira liked it. He lived there with his family; his wife, Suzume; his twin daughter's Miyako and Kimiko; and his son, Hikaru. The family was among the lesser noble clans but he was a proud noble, proud of his family and his family's status in the Soul Society.
As Akira meandered around his Manor, he found his wife sat near the open fire-place in one of the living rooms wearing her formal wear already dressed up for their party later. She had ebony hair with silver strands starting to make an appearance, a youthful face despite her age, warm brown eyes and pale complexion. Suzume Kurosawa stood and looked up to her husband with a small smile gracing her features, "Ah, there you are." She said happily, "The guest should be arriving shortly and you need to get ready."
He huffed out a sigh but smiled at his wife, "I still have plenty of time for that, Suzume." he argued.
As Akira was about to sit down, Suzume swatted him away, "No, I know how long it takes for you to get ready for these things." She admonished, "If you start now, you might make it down in time before the guests leave.," Suzume said with a smirk.
Walking away muttering to himself, "Damn woman, why does she have to be right?" Akira mumbled.
He took almost and hour getting ready, his hair wouldn't sit right and he wouldn't hear the end of it from some of the other heads of families if his receding hairline looked any worse. As he made his way down to Grand Hall, his guests were all mingling, his wife was playing the perfect host. Akira caught her eye and she arched an eyebrow to him. He just shook his head at her but his mustache twitched as he smiled anyway.,
The sight of his wife dressed to the nines, brought him back to when they met and how they progressed through the obstacles that Nobility has to offer. Akira weaved his way through the crowds as the guests greeted him and thanked him for the invites, he approached his wife and in his gravelly voice asked, "Would you honor me with a dance, Lady Kurasawa?"
Suzume smiled at the sound of her husband's voice, "Of course, Lord Kurosawa."
He gently took her hand in his and twirled her around and pulled her to him. Together, they swayed with the music that echoed through the hall with perfect clarity. It was as if they had just met and nothing else around them existed. They were just two people in love.
The ground shook beneath them. There was a short pause as the crowed looked around startled, Akira was about to say something but the roof of the Manor was torn of. He saw the large fingers as they plied the roof from the building with ease, "Guards! To arms!" He yelled above the sound of the crumbling building.
Akira's grip on his wife's hand never wavered as he dragged her through the panicked crowd, "Suzume, get the children out of her! I'll get some of the guards to escort you." He didn't give her a chance to argue as he pushed her towards the stairs.
Bodies were crushed by debris and others by feet. Akira raced through what remained of his Manor trying to find any Guards that were alive and in a condition to protect his family. He made past the Grand Hall to the Living Area and found his Guard Captain and a few new recruits relatively unscathed, "Guard Captain, I need you to send word to the Seireitei about this, I feel it's something that they would be interested in." The Guard Captain nodded and left, "You two, I'm sorry I never got to learn your names. Come with me!" He ordered. They left and room caved in behind them.
Akira and the two Guards made it outside and watched as their Manor was nothing more than a few piles of rubble, with tears in her eyes and her Husband's hand in hers. Suzume and her family as well as the two Guard recruits, watched as the giant, with a smile on his face, destroyed their home. Akira just hoped that the Shinigami will be able to help.
As the Kurosawa family strode through the darkened forest, Akira listened to muffled sobs of his family as the moved further and further away from their family home. The memories that the Manor held for all of them were many in number, first steps, first words even Akira and Suzume's first kiss. It was a treasure trove of family heirlooms and trinkets. The sentimental things that Akira couldn't get back, those were the things he would miss the most, they weren't the prettiest things to look at but they were handed down through the Kurosawa family for generations.
"There wasn't anything you could have done." His wife's voice tore through the silence.
Akira turned to face her as the guards, one ahead and one behind, were far enough away not to hear, "I know." he told her, "I want someone to blame but I can hardly blame the Guards after seeing that monster, I can't do that. I'm just so angry that this happened."
"I know, all those people died." Suzume said quietly, "They died because of me, I wanted to throw that party and it got our friends killed."
It was unlike his wife to cry, he can count on one of his hands the amount of times that he had seen her cry since they were married all those years ago, "Suzume, it wasn't your fault." He told her firmly, leaving no room for argument, "I don't want to hear you say that again. It was those monsters, what ever they are. They attacked our home, they killed our friends. It was them." He finished with whisper.
"Okay." Suzume agreed quietly, "Do you think the Shinigami will help?" she asked hoping their children wouldn't hear. Suzume kept an eye on her three children as they walk a few steps ahead of them.
That was the question, would the Shinigami help them. Akira knew his family wasn't a major name in the Soul Society but it still held some sway in some circles, however, if what he had heard was true, then the Shinigami would have their hands full as it was let alone with their troubles.