"Captain Kurotsuchi.. isn't that.."
Painted blue nails, made light taps over the metallic counter top. A sneer making its way through his skull like visage. In that sharp knowing tone, his lips parted making way to a reply..
"Hai. I knew she would come, Hitsugaya-Taichu"
A smile crept its way toward Mayori Kurotsuchi's painted lips, his golden eyes beaming in anticipation. Monitors glowed, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Faint beeping sounds could be heard resonating within the closed facility. Turning his head to the side, he addressed a green eyed woman, slender in built with black hair, in slightly parted bangs pulled out into a long braid.
"Nemu.. remove the barriers"
"Hai, Mayori-sama."
Bowing swiftly, said shinigami obeyed her commands dutifully; and as a light click resounded in the room, all eyes were glued to the monitor, depicting a hooded figure standing before a huge glass door as it looked over the glowing glass case, situated in the heart of the mirrored room.
She felt them. Spiritual energies of captain class. Being well aware she was being watched was an understatement, she could sense each and everyone of them. 2, 3..? No. More were coming. To this she shook her head as pink tresses peeked out of her white oversized hood.
Tracing her hands over the glass door that blocked her path, slender fingers making light swirls over clear surface. Seemingly calm on the outside, the hooded cape obscuring the annoyance piled up in her system, evident in the twitching eyes she sported; as the seconds ticked, the desire to shatter everything with her blades increasingly sounded like a wonderful idea. Puffing up air, strands of pink hair fanned to the side of her face. 'I am not as patient as my Master' grinning to herself, those pale hands ceased their swirling motions and planted itself firmly on the glass door, faintly glowing pink. But as the thought of complete destruction crossed her mind, she felt the exerted force negated. 'Spirit Reducing Stones'..
Lids closed firmly as a string of profanities were lined up in her mind specifically aimed for a certain blue-haired painted man of golden orbs. Eyes narrowed as she spoke through gritted teeth... 'keep pissing me off, Mayori..' knuckles cracking, she readied herself. With a wide even stance, her legs firmly underneath her; moving her heels at about shoulder width, she pulled her closed fists to the side and sneered. "brute force it is then." Adrenaline filled her system as her fists inched closer to the double door stock-filled with Sekkiseki..
Her fisted hands came at an abrupt stop, as a light click sounded. 'saved by the bell' she sang, rolling her eyeballs in sarcasm. With the go signal sent, she flipped the length of her cape, and tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Sandals lightly tapping the floor beneath, the light swish of opening doors plated a smirk on her beautiful features, as they parted she swiftly flowed within welcomed by the cold mist and the eerie faint sounds of a beeping monitor.
Shuffling noises were heard as Mayori noted mentally the increase in his occupancy rate.
"Man, that was disappointing! What I would give to see her shatter those barehanded!" a tall, lean built-man with a bald head exclaimed loudly. Earning death glares from everyone in the room. He rubbed his left cheek as he snorted in disappointment.
To this, a beautiful man flipped his jaw lengthed black hair, ands sighed. "THAT was unladylike!" he raised his chin up and added "I would never EVER allow myself to be seen sporting such ungraceful moves". His narcissistic tendencies were stopped as a squeak escaped his lips. Over-sized breasts feasted itself on his HAIR, thereby messing them up, and making him less "prettier" than he usually was.
"Aww.. Yumi-chaaan!" came a sweet voice, as she wiggled herself closer to him. "Give it to her, neh?" Yumichika groaned in annoyance as he shoved Matsumoto Rangiku away, patting his hair back in place. Her cheery personality however dawned a sad one as she said "with that strong bond she has with her wielder.." looking away.. she sighed "..its.. understandable."
"Every single day, not even a second late." came the soft interjection from a gentle looking woman with braided hair. "She has NEVER faltered."
Hearing this, Kurotsuchi Mayori bared his sharp evened teeth. "Hai.." came his cryptic reply. "but we all know.." his eyes gleamed, "that today.." tongue made contact with his lower lip.. "will be different.." and the monitor glowed a deathly pink.
A sigh escaped her pink lips as the hooded cape came down in a soft pool beneath her. Warm pink tresses that go all the way down to her hips revealed itself, creamy porcelain skin illuminated by the faint glow of the glass case. With downcast eyes, her lips trembled as she stared down at what lies, at who lies in the glass coffin.
Her entire being glowed the shade of corals as the command left her lips.. "scatter", and soft pink petals flowed around the room.
A light sheen of sweat was visible in her forehead as her face tilted to the side, slowly looking upwards straight through the corner, emerald orbs piercing through the monitor, knowing who was behind them.
Mayori clasped his hands in glee, clearly impressed that the Lady before him was aware of where he was. The smile that seemed to have carved itself permanently on his painted face grew wider as he motioned to push the buttons that would lift the glass case in the holding cell. His hands slowly inched forward as smaller ones gripped him sternly on the wrists. To this, eyes the shade of the deep sea clashed with the golden ones.
"Hitsugaya-Taichu.." blue nails effectively pushed the buttons down., hard. "I know what I'm doing."
"Nemu! Increase the security around the holding room."
"Hai, Mayori-sama" and huge amounts spiritual force was felt surrounding the entire facility.
Hitsugaya's hands dropped in tight fists to his side, eyes intently focused on the scene before him. A short, petite girl with violet eyes stands uncomfortably. "nii-sama.." she whispers. Her uneasy movements didn't remain un-noticed to everyone in the room. A hand comfortingly squeezed her shoulders, enough to keep her in place, soft kind eyes the color of jade peered through her short figure, the man with white smiled. "Its going to be fine, Rukia-chan." and his eyes took on a serious expression as he focused them back unto the monitor. Soon enough, murmurs could be heard within the closed facility.
With the glass case opened fully, the roseate smiled through the monitor and bowed gracefully. Almost excitedly, Her gaze fixated itself on the figure laid down on the soft white bed.
"she's beautiful!"
"you've been saying that since day1!"
"so?" came a derisive snort. "she IS beautiful!"
A sweet voice came butting in "..but of course! She's Captain Kuchikis' Zenbon Sakura."
"she cant be prettier than I am!" came a reply.
With golden eyes twitching in obvious annoyance, Mayori's voice came in a quiet whisper "if you cant keep your filthy mouth shut.. LEAVE this instant. Or would you like to have those limbs donated for my research?" the truth behind those words were more than enough to silence the entire room and leave cold sweat running through their system.
Emerald orbs stared at the still figure. That long black hair, those intricate hair "clips", which he insisted be called hairpiece instead. Really. There isn't much of a difference. The kenseikan she tried to steal for SOOOO many times, with grave consequences at each successful attempt. With this memory a light chuckle made its way to her throat. Composing herself, she looked at him even more. That pale skin, those aristocratic features than can only go so well with him.. her eyes softened considerably as she stared at him.
"Byakuya-sama"
The scattered petals glowed and the beautiful figure shivered, closing her eyes as creamy hands paled to glow a deathly pink. She cringed as pain made itself felt in her system, a sucking force that keeps getting stronger by the second. She felt her soul rip, eaten, absorbed, greedily and she oh so willingly gave them to the man before her. Byakuya's form started to twitch and everyone behind the monitor was on edge. The beeping sound became more audible, stronger as more spiritual energy was transferred from her to him.
A groan escaped her now pale lips as she keeled over, effectively stopping herself in the last minute, however, the process ceased as the woman jerked. Eyes widening as cold cold hands wrapped itself over her wrists, the command clearly dispelled as soft pink petals fell down to the floor, dulled over. She felt her throat dry up, when Emerald orbs locked with slate grey ones. Breaking contact she fidgeted in place and tried to wriggle her hands free. A frown marred Byakuya's otherwise emotionless expression as he tightened his hold on her. Reclaiming her eyes, he spoke..
"I told you to stop this."
He held my eyes in such force that they stung. Memories of him rushed like broken dam, but this was no time for reminiscing. Shaking thoughts out of my head, my hands curled into tight fists, as guilt consumed me. I knew it was futile. God i knew it was in vain. His body could no longer generate its own spiritual force, it cannot, no. Scratch that, it will never recover. I tried, for days following His death, I fed him my soul. Every single day, hoping to jump start his system. Hoping that with enough pressure he's soul will relearn the process necessary to recuperate. But no, it kept getting worst, it just kept getting worst! day by day, it needed more. Feeding it extended his life, but ultimately, its all it can do. He was set for death.
Panic crossed my features. No! If only, if only more people would give him their spiritual energies, then he will.. he can.. My panicked self calmed, resigning to the bitter truth. Wrong. Its not that no one can, or no one will do so for that matter.
I looked at him once again, biting my lips hard as reality hit me over and over. Its not that simple. He's not sick. He's dying, and that makes all the difference. His soul doesn't merely need energy, it craves a soul. Much like hallows do. No one can give spiritual energies without having their souls sucked out, Soul Society has exerted much effort to save him. To no avail, only we, Zanpaktou's famed for immortality, can continuously supply parts of our soul and recuperate in a day's rate. I smiled at the thought of how my family offered to help. However, his soul, only accepts mine. With such deranged thinking, i was even happy. To know that at the very least, up to the very end, my bond with Byakuya.. sama was that strong. But this happy thought was cut short, as the particles i can give him, have never been enough.
My eyes focused back on the man I served for decades if not hundreds of years as I felt my wrists were freed from his tight grip. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes as I watched him slowly raise his own hands to eyelevel. I watched him, painfully, as his eyes narrowed at his slowly disappearing self, becoming more and more translucent by the second.
'dont waste your time on a lost cause'
'dont prolong his agony'
'a man of nobility such as him, death is more favorable, than living in this state'
'stop it Sakura'
'let him rest'
Words. All those words! They don't understand a thing—how could they allow him to die like this? Her hands clutched her head, eyes shut tight, trying to drown the voices away as it seemed to be in vain. A scream seemed to work its way to her lips as she effectively suppressed it. In the verge of breaking up, her emerald orbs glistened with unshed tears as another thought crossed her mind.
A short, young woman with distraught violet eyes, stumbled at my feet, her small hands pulled at my worn kimono. Blood splattered over her body, she gripped my hands tight, almost painfully. Her eyes were wild and frantic, and her words came out in a rush..
'You can save him!Your the only one who can! Please.. PLEASE Sakura-san.."
A crimson haired man, locked eyes with me. Apology clearly written in his brown orbs. "Rukia, stop. Your brother wouldn't want you like this. Lets go"
And he reached for the small woman's worn figure. 'please.. please Sakura-san!' she begged, so heartbreaking, that my eyes stung.
Her eyes snapped open at the memory. Dropping her hands to the side, she gripped her white kimono embroidered with intricate sakura-blossoms. Hope renewed, she braced herself. The fallen blades now slowly gathering light.
Its forbidden. But success is a hundred percent guaranteed. The consequences however..
She pursed her lips in a tight line. A serious look now evident in her features. As the people behind the monitors stared intently. For the second time that night, she locked eyes with the golden eyed man, emerald orbs gleaming with determination as she nodded and raised her hands towards Byakuya's still form.
As her nod signaled the sealing of their deal.
Mayori licks his upper lip in anticipation, leaning closer towards the wide screen before him. As it bursts in pink flames, a scream tearing down the silence, with a terrifying load of spiritual pressure racking the entire facility, sending blares of red across the entire room and shinigami of all levels sent in panic frenzy towards the holding cell.
Author's corner:
how was it? -fidgets- -biting lower lips nervously-
Its my first attempt at cross overs and honestly, an attempt at writing after a very long time.
Very few Byaku-Saku fics around neh? But I love the pair-up very much. Next chapter will wrap up everything., I guess. -frowns-
Thank you for dropping by. Extremely thankful.
Pilar Ann