A/N: This is just a (Very) short story about Hitsugaya and my OC. I've edited/revised it so hopefully this format will be easier to read :). Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters.
"Hey Sourpuss! Kenny wants to see you!"
Emiko stopped in her training and turned to her Lieutenant.
"What's it about Lieutenant?" She asked tonelessly.
"Duno." The pink-haired girl replied. "Something about a mission I think."
Emiko nodded and her Lieutenant gave her a wide grin, then bounded up onto Emiko's back, tugging at her cheeks playfully.
"Wow, if you don't soon learn to smile, your face is gonna be permanently stuck in grouch mode!"
Emiko steamed as a vein throbbed in her forehead. Resisting the urge to hurl her tiny superior from her back, she took a deep, calming breath.
"If it's a mission, Lieutenant, maybe I should go see what the Captain wants."
Yachiru grinned and jumped from Emiko's back.
"Yea, you're right, you should. Well, see ya later sourpuss!"
And with that, the little pink-haired lieutenant was gone.
Emiko sighed impatiently, then sped off to find her Captain.
"Sir? You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, Kurosawa!" Kenpachi greeted her with a smirk. "There you are. I've got a mission for you."
"Yes sir."
"Some hallow is making an ass of itself in the world of the living and I want you to go get rid of it."
Emiko raised an eyebrow.
"Yes sir, I accept. But if I might ask; why me?"
"Well, seems no one else is capable of getting rid of it. Everyone else who's tried has failed. Pathetically too. Supposed to be something like Grand Fisher I think. Apparently, most of the other squads couldn't get rid of it so, naturally, they turned to us."
Emiko starred at her Captain for a moment.
"And, none of this piques your interest Captain?" She asked a little curiously.
Kenpachi waved a hand dismissively.
"Nah. Some pathetic old hallow? What kinda challenge is that? Waste of my time, that's what. Anyway, from what I heard about this one, I think you'll enjoy it. You've got something that all the others didn't have -- or should I say, you don't have something they did."
Kenpachi was smirking and Emiko was confused. But, she figured she'd already asked enough questions as it was.
"Yes sir, I'll leave right away."
Kenpachi's smirk widened.
"Good. Make me proud Kurosawa. I didn't make you first seat for nothin'."
Emiko had to force herself to hold back a smirk of her own.
"Yes sir." She replied.
So, with a respectful bow to her Captain, Emiko turned and sped away.
Emiko exited the gates from Sei Rei Tei and entered the world of the living. Everything looked so strange and different than the last time she was there. But then, that had been decades ago. Even the air was thicker and at first it was a little hard to breath, but she quickly adjusted and focused her senses.
"Now, where are you...?" Emiko thought, closing her eyes and concentrating. It only took her a few seconds to find her target, so with a smirk, she opened her eyes and again sped off to her destination.
Emiko entered a large clearing surrounded by a heavily wooded area. Looking around, she quickly spotted her target and walked up to it smugly.
The hallow, apparently busy sucking up a few souls it had managed to accumulate, didn't notice her at first, but he quickly acknowledged her when she stopped a few meters away from it.
"Ah! Another Soul Reaper!" It hissed, turning to face Emiko. "You will be especially delicious. I will enjoy this!"
"Funny," Emiko replied with a smirk "I was thinking the same thing."
"Is that so?" The hallow added. "Well, we shall see how sure you are when I'm through with you."
Emiko took in the appearance of the hallow. It was basically a giant, black, hairy spider with the typical white hallow mask. It had eight beady red eyes that seemed to pierce right through one's very soul. Quite literally apparently.
"Soon you will see just why none of your friends succeeded in exorcising me!"
Emiko's hand hovered over her zanpachtou.
"Now, who is it you care about most?"
This comment caught Emiko off-guard and it was then that the hallow's piercing eyes began to glow as she felt a light touch on her mind. Suddenly Emiko understood everything. What this hallow's power was, why the others had all failed and why her Captain had chosen her to defeat it. Everything.
Emiko smirked and starred at the hallow, waiting for it to make it's realization.
After what seemed like an eternity, the hallow's eyes faded and it grunted in frustration.
"What?! Nothing! How can there be nothing! Everyone has someone they would give their lives to protect!"
"Not me." Emiko replied with a hint of amusement. "Feelings are a liability and a waste of time. I have no one to weigh me down."
The hallow starred at her in shock for a minute, then snickered.
"Well now, I'm not sure if that's convenient, sad, or pathetic."
Emiko, not taking the bait, simply smirked wider.
"Think what you like, because you won't be alive long enough for it to matter. Now that I've seen your tricks, let me show you mine!"
Emiko unsheathed her sword and held it in front of her face, one hand on the hilt and one resting vertically on the blade.
"Multiply, Gorou." She said softly.
Emiko threw her sword into the air and it flew up so high you could no longer see it. When it came back down to earth again, five swords instead of one stuck into the ground in a circle around her.
Emiko smiled as the hallow eyed her cautiously. She then walked around and fingered the hilts of the five swords lovingly.
"The only ones in my life whom I have any care for is Gorou, and myself. And of course, if you try to impersonate either of us, then I'll know the difference won't I? So, in other words, you're royally screwed."
Her fingers trailed along the hilts of the swords as she identified each one, speaking their names as if mentioning a lover.
"Chaos." This sword was made of black metal that gleamed dangerously in the moonlight. It's hilt was black with a golden trim around the hand guard. The blade was slim and straight, but it's width was more than a grown man's hand.
"Destruction." This sword's blade was silver and crooked and it's hilt was a crimson red. It pulsated when Emiko's hand trailed along it as if begging to taste the coppery tang of blood.
"Devastation." This sword was huge. It's blade was silver and more than the thickness of both Emiko's hands and looked like it weighed a ton. The hilt was wrapped in strips of brown leather and looking closely, one could see the imprints of Emiko's fingers from much loving use.
"Trial." This sword looked like a simple Katana with a slim silver blade. But attached to the hilt were long strips that were very clearly whips. Something resembling a medieval torture device called a Nine Tails.
"Temptation." This sword looked as if it was made of solid gold. It looked like a sword from back in the days of King Arthur. Both the blade and the hilt were solid gold and numerous tiny jewels were encrusted into the sword's hilt. Even to one who had little interest in such things, one couldn't deny that the sword was beautiful.
Emiko looked back up at the hallow.
"What do you think? See anything you like? Of course, no matter which I use, it'll all result in the same outcome... simply with different effects and means of getting there."
The hallow scowled.
"Use what you like, in your own words, you won't be alive long enough for it to matter!"
With that said, the hallow hurtled itself towards Emiko at top speed.
Emiko ignored the hallow charging at her and looked around at her swords thoughtfully. After looking them all over, her eyes fell on the second in the circle and a smile tugged at her lips.
"Not this time my friend." She said softly. "I don't think the soul society would appreciate having to clean up our mess tonight."
Emiko then looked at the sword after this one and nodded.
"You'll do." She said absently.
Emiko wrapped her hand around the sword called Devastation and pulled it from the ground. Where most would never be able to lift the huge sword, Emiko wielded it as if it were merely a bamboo stick. She waited until the hallow was almost upon her and had shot a string of it's acidic web at her before jumping high into the air. She landed on it's back and dug the sword deep into it's body up to the hilt. She then dragged it along it's back until it reached the head, then jumped from her perch and landed in front of it.
The hallow screeched and screamed blue murder as Emiko sliced it, but it was silenced when her sword sliced through it's hellish white mask. She watched while it disappeared as if it had never been there.
Emiko cleaned off her blade and threw it into the air again. The remaining four swords near by also flew into the air and once again merged into their dormant form; Emiko's simple, single Zanpachtou. Emiko sighed as she starred at her blade, gleaming in the moonlight. Usually her sword, namely Devastation, lived up to it's name; for devastation was usually what it caused -- just like the other four lived up to their names. But, since it was fighting such a weak opponent, she hadn't needed to use more than a tiny fraction of it's power. It wasn't the sword's fault, and she wasn't disappointed with it. But she was disappointed that she'd had to come all the way to the world of the living, just for something so trivial and weak as a hallow like that.
Oh well. Perhaps next time would be more interesting.
Just as she was sheathing her sword, Emiko heard an applause coming from behind her. Turning around, she saw her Captain standing there clapping with a smirk on his face. Yachiru was also sitting on his shoulder, clapping her tiny hands in glee.
"Wow Sourpuss! You really destroyed that ugly old spider didn't you!" The little pink-haired girl said cheerfully. "Watching you is so much fun! Good job!"
Emiko smirked, not the least bit irritated by the nickname she had been dubbed.
"Thank you Lieutenant." She replied with a small bow. "Glad you enjoyed it."
Kenpachi's smirk didn't waver.
"I agree. Good job Kurosawa. That's one interesting Zanpachtou you have there."
Emiko smiled and looked down at the sword at her side.
"Yes sir, it is." She said affectionately.
"Well, let's get back to Sei Rei Tei." Kenpachi said, gesturing to a pair of gates behind him. "I think some of the Captains want to talk to you."
"Yes sir." Emiko replied with a nod.
Kenpachi turned then and walked back towards the gate, followed closely by his first seat.