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"The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you're okay." –Accelerator

Did you know? Every snowflake is different; from the pattern and shape, to the size and where it falls. No two snowflakes follow the same path. Each one is unique and has a story that is fit for the ages. Yet if the human race was so sit and listen to all the tales of what and how the universe had been contributed to, there simply wouldn't be enough time.

So as the snowflakes continued to dance and twirl around each other, the omnipotent-being simply stood amidst it, its head looking upwards at the never-ending darkness, its eyes searching for nothing.

This place was a void of black—the only thing lighting it was tiny stars that made everything appear continuous all around the being—and it was, infinite. This was a dimension were the king could watch over all the realms it had created for the mere sake of being unoccupied.

For being something that no one else could compare too; a higher existence, if you will—was never fun. There wasn't one living thing that could demand issues, for the fear of being obliterated. It's not like the being had feelings that someone could hurt or irritate, for it was purely there to keeping balance.

Although its most prized race was the kind that took more than gave back, it was its job to keeping it working right, letting them live without any direct interference. The way humans were created had started out modest; give each one a certain age limit to die and watch as they fulfilled their life with memories, produce, retire and then come to its realm to be one of the many eternal snowflakes fluttering all over the being's world.

Then, some grew smart and rather greedy, and tried to cheat his age limit, by becoming what was described as ghosts and roam around the Earth—the king's most beloved construction. To say the being was disappointed was an understatement—so to balance that out, it created the Soul Society.

A place where souls are reborn and to live a life of luxury for the rest of time; not having to worry about danger or living humans. Somehow, they had divided the area into sections and separated the land from poor to richest—which was not how it was supposed to work.

To even the odds further, Soul Reapers were created; to help everyone find a purpose and help the trapped souls in the Earth Dimension cross over and give them a safe journey while there. The being could have not foretold the Hollows appearing, for that had happened as an evolution and it could not interfere with the rules created within the Milky Way.

They were horrible creatures, those Hollows, who were nothing more than hungry and scared. Then some rare human evolved into what was now known as the Quincy, and their main job was to not understand those beasts, but to destroy them.

Eventually, the Soul Reapers and Quincy clashed, both believing in their two separate ways: everyone should be cleansed, including the Hollows—while the humans think that only the pure should get recognition; and the monsters should be disallowed to exist.

The scales were tipping and Hollows were running amok, something had to be done soon or else the entire dimension would collapse—so it had the Hueco Mundo created, where corrupted souls could live in flourish.

When the Soul Reapers had easily crushed the Quincy and put them to near extinction, things in those three realms began to stabilize out. The knowing being could relax and focus on other dimensions, such as the one where magic was natural as breathing, or another where equivalent exchange was everything, to the world that Mafia ruled and family was a tight-knit word.

That's when everything went wrong in the Human world—some years had passed when the being had actually checked up on what was going on. However, the end result from watching a star (that was nicknames the sun), it did not support how the Quincy had risen once more, and found a way to completely destroy the Soul Reapers.

The creations were killing each other instead of living. It shouldn't have given them gifts powerful and capable enough to let them get egos.

Of course this had turned the tides, and there was nothing the being could do—for this was their battle. Doing something to turn the tides by interfering directly could be disastrous; there would be scars left and there would be nothing the humans, souls, and Hollows could do but try and pick up the pieces.

Wait, what is this?

The omnipotent figure stared into the dimension, seeing a young Soul Reaper lying amidst the battlefield. His breathe was quite shallow, wounds littered the body which had been prone with crimson liquid making a pool under him.

All around him, the barren field was littered with people from either side respectively, and the ones who could still fight ignored him. That was, until a prowling Soldier from the Invisible Empirespotted the barely conscience person and stalked forwards.

"Oh, it seems we have a breathing one," the un-named woman grinned maliciously, and unsheathed her sword, resting it against the Reaper's neck. "We can't have that, can we?"

Seeing how this was none of his business, the being began to turn from this specific scene, for this was too horrific. There were other people around the war who had better chances anyway and there seemed to be the famed Ichigo Kurosaki elsewhere, helping quite considerably.

That one human was a mix-breed of everything in this dimension and had been something it had never could have foreseen. Since the being had declared the rules for that kind of race to never exist—it was only natural for that Kurosaki to defy.

"Shut it, you wench," the voice caught its attention, and the view went back to the prone Shinigami and the Quincy from seconds earlier. The former had spoken, once again making everything within the future of that realm spin. "That's what bothers me about you arrogant bastards."

"Oh, is that so, mister Captain?" she gave a laugh, "You Soul Reapers are the arrogant ones—thinking you're indestructible because you have Bankai."

Coughing up blood, the Gotei 13 Captain of the Tenth Division gave an icy glace, "They were a part of our soul and you stole them from us—you're worse than a Hollow."

The woman didn't like the insult and sneered violently, "Stop complaining, midget." She shoved the sword into an already open tear in his shoulder, metal slicing through the red muscles and erupting veins that were trying to heal, which in turn ripped a scream from the Soul Reaper. "It's not like you can't get those damn things back."

Her sword went right through him, piercing the dirt he lied upon, yet all he did to retaliate was give her a small smirk. "I found that out when battling the thief of my Zanpakuto."

"Did you know, brat?" the woman gave a laugh, throwing her head back in a laugh, as if she had heard a hilarious punch line. She grabbed the hilt of her steel and twisted sharply, "What came of it, then?"

He bit his lip so hard to keep agony from escaping that blood ran down his chin. Then, ever so calmly, the Captain began to secretly reach for his broken Hyorinmaru. This would be his last chance. "That Quincy can be despicable."

"That's not nice, kid," she frowned with a mocking sigh and after pulling the weapon from the wound, aimed the next puncture in his stomach. "What else?"

Alright, so getting stabbed in a non-injured place while on the ground was just low. Teal eyes turned into dark blizzard from behind long, white bangs, "That Soul Reapers have been too lenient on your kind when we didn't kill all of you." His paler than average hand clasped around the batter blade it's and began to tug it towards himself.

"Jeez you can be just a brat," not really caring for what else happened to him as she continued to torture, her eyes didn't see the movement. All around the duo was cries and yells with the stench of death, yet this woman chose to be overconfident because she was kicking a downed-man/boy. "Any last lessons learned from Cang?"

"Yes," he grunted when pressure was applied to the horrendous thing sticking out of his abdomen. "You should never feel safe when you think the enemy is down for the count."

"Huh?" the poor thing didn't even get time to finish the small noise of confusion.

The Tenth Captain grabbed his Zanpakuto with all of his might and swung the limp arm at her, catching the Soldier off-guard and carving into her mid-section, breaking through the white armor quite roughly. The woman shrieked in pain but he wasn't done yet.

"Ryuusenka, you bitch." A vast gush of ice erupted from the point of contact, between Hyorinmaru and the female, abruptly encasing her screaming form and freezing the body down to the bone to where it became frail and fragile.

The Soul Reaper brought up his small foot, putting it against the statue, and with a weak yank from his arm and kick, two things happened at once; his sword was pulled free and the ice shattered into millions of pieces, bringing the Quincy Soldier with it.

His vision went fuzzy—inwardly cursing at how he used the last of his energy—Histugaya Toshiro slipped into his inner world for a few moments as all the blood seeped from his body to escape the numbness.

"I should thank you again, for helping me."

"You act as if I wouldn't." answered the Ice Dragon, whose red orbs stared at his master in a dead-panned expression.

"Just take the damn gratitude," yes he was being a little crude, and no doubt rude to his Zanpakuto, but then again, being delusional was a big factor in this—is what the small captain will say if they make it out alive.

The huge soul moved forward in a comforting manner, bowing its head as a hand reached up to pet it, "Apologies, Master—may I suggest we take a break?"

"I don't need a mother-hen, Hyorinmaru," now the world around them started to shake as his outer-self started to close his eyes for the last time. Even then, the Soul Reaper continued to speak peacefully with his for the remaining minutes, unaware that a higher being was observing.

Taking a hand and stretching it outwards, the creator swiped it before him, and subtly encased a blessing on the short male. What happened next was a small interlude for another time…

Drift.

When all seemed right for the young captain, he opened his teal-colored eyes to darkness, stars littering around it, making it somewhat bright and he grimaced. That's when he noticed snow was all about him, some appeared to be going upwards, downwards, sideways, and slanting.

Toshiro then comprehended that he was entirely healed and standing in an upright position. He had no black, Soul Reaper uniform or the white jacket, and it did make him panic just a bit.

But he wasn't naked either, with just a plain kimono robe that was a size too big (the ice-user will ignore that) and his scarf that was more or less in perfect condition. Turning his attention to the mysterious tattoo on the wrist of the right hand; it had a mark of an 'x' with black in hue.

It was peaceful, in way, watching his element dance and creates a small noise of rushing water. The snowflakes weren't touching him either, avoiding in a sense, choosing to go around him then land. Well, actually, there was no floor—to him it seemed like it.

A chuckle made him snap his neck upwards and what he saw was significantly brighter than the stars; it was small in height (being just below his) and had a humanoid shape.

Its body was silver, bronze and gold, the colors mixing into a swirl, and the shiny surface reflecting the light as well as the snowflakes.

Then as it floated overhead, it peered down at the soul, who saw no face of let alone any other feature to tell the gender. "Histugaya Toshiro?"

"That's Captain Histugaya," he frowned, but couldn't get angry.

Another giggle, which was bizarre since the preternatural-being didn't have a mouth, and it gestured to the world around them, "Welcome to the Cosmos of the Heavens."

"The what?" the white-haired had no knowledge of anyone or anything that was called something so strange.

"Strange indeed, young soul," great so the thing could read minds. "This is the Cosmos of the Heavens."

"So you've stated before—what I meant was why I'm here in the first place." He crossed his arms, now he was growing irritated.

The being began to float downwards, snow and stars moving out of the way just for it,"This is a place where I watch over the trillions of dimensions; keeping balance."

"You're making that up."

If it had eyebrows, they'd be raised in surprise. "Oh?"

Histugaya shrugged, "You expect me to believe that I was dragged from an important battle just because you wanted an audience?"

"The battle was won when Kurosaki came."

"So out of everyone including Ichigo, you picked me?"

The being flapped a dismissive wave, "I needed you to perform a job for me."

"I'm going to restate my previous question."

The snow began to flurry about at a quicker pace, "Must you place so much mistrust in me?"

Teal eyes narrowed, "How am I supposed to know this isn't an illusion?"

"Why would you figure that?" the being was now honestly curious—for no person or soul had ever been so defiant.

Toshiro gave it a pointed look, "I had passed out near the end of the war—yet that doesn't mean some remaining Quincy would love to take a hostage."

"I'm not allowed to interfere with the worlds, short-one," the other chuckled, ignoring the aura of grumpiness. "I can only set up things that would help the balance of the specific dimension."

"You say that, but directly pulled me from mine?"

"I pulled you from death's final embrace, Soul Reaper." Heh, how ironic.

The white-haired captain took a step back, his eyes widening. Then, in seconds he regained the calm composure and nodded, "I see."

"Oh, so I get no thanks?"

"You'll receive when I get my inquiries answered."

"Touchy…" it finally dropped down before his stature. "You are wondering why you've been saved from the eternal rest, then?"

"Correct."

"Because you're not human," it replied.

Minutes passed.

"That's it?"

"More or less—were you expecting something grand?"

A tick mark appeared on his forehead, "I figured you would have, considering that you risked showing yourself upon collecting me."

"I'm messing with you, lighten up!" snorts and giggles came back full force; and when they died down, the being motioned to the soul's right hand with the 'x'. "That defines your race, which is Soul Reaper—and it will help defend your body which is made up of Reiatsu."

"Protect me from what, exactly?"

"Magic—if you choose to except the new life-mission the Cosmos has assigned you."

Histugaya shifted his weight; this was a place that could oversee dimensions, from what the figure says, and right now, this was going to be all one big headache if he denied the existence. "I see, I'll need details, because I'm not going to accept blindly."

It held up four fingers, "Four others had lost their way when they died and the Cosmos had decided to be a little bias and give them a second life to correct their ways. So along with you, the five of you will head to a new world—with limiters place on automatically, since you just being in that dimension is potent."

"Then why make us travel there if we're going to be a burden to the natural laws?"

"It's a place that values life."

This made the Soul Reaper pause. "That's not an answer."

"I'm giving you an explanation." it responded, "Where in your realm where death and pain is as normal as breathing—this world has morals." It grumbled, "And the Cosmos believe the others can learn from it."

"Who are the other four?"

Humming, the all-knowing being gave a sigh. "Three Arrancar from the Espada and another Soul Reaper."

If Histugaya could pass out from the blow of shock, he would be dead—again. From the seriousness in the voice, he knew the other wasn't kidding, but this just didn't...it wasn't…of all the people he was supposed to be stuck with, he got Hollows and not just any, but actual members from the Espada.

He'd rather take his lieutenant out drinking.

Toshiro wasn't underestimating his abilities but he and the other Reaper surely weren't going to be enough to handle three Arrancar; and what if they got out of control and went on a rampage in the new realm? No, he'd have to refuse the job, tell the being his apologies and be on his merry way to wherever dead Shinigami went.

"You realize, that by refusing this, you'll be declining an offer to redeem souls that had no other life and teaching besides being a Hollow." It mused, clearly not affected by the thoughts running through the other's mind.

"What exactly are you saying?" and icy glare that would chill any lesser person (or anybody) was sent in the figure's direction.

"I did not mean offense, Soul Reaper." Holding up its hands in peace, the omnipotent went on to change the way of persuasion. "The Cosmos did not leave you completely defenseless—see you're marking? It's to show not only your limiter but the other four's."

"Then why don't I see theirs?"

"You haven't accepted the mission, so therefore, it's not needed. Yet with them on, you'll be able to be the only thing standing in the way between their powers. Even if you're dead or unconscious, it will not activate."

Histugaya huffed and un-crossed his arms, "That doesn't give me much reassurance, you know."

"Too bad, that's as good as you're going to get, shorty."

The snowflakes started to fly around at a great pace abruptly. "What was that?"

"Do you consent to this mission or not, Soul Reaper? We've wasted enough time and I have dimensions to keep watch over." It never had run out of patience—yet they couldn't stand here all day and discuss about pros and cons.

For once in his young life (in Soul Society terms) he was hesitating. There were so any possibilities in this equation and he knew that they could be the downfall for the world they were being sent to and the male didn't really want to be cursed by the Cosmos. Whatever they were, anyway.

"I couldn't…"

"Go without Hyorinmaru and some clothes?"

Teal eyes stared at the other with a large amount of surprise, and his mouth was agape. Then the Tenth Division leader raised a brow afterwards, "I feel like I'm going to regret this."

"Good to hear; now while I send you there, I'll update the other four and direct them after you."

"Wait—…"

"Buh-bye now!" giggling once more, it opened a rift behind the Reaper and pushed him in, waving all the while as the other cursed and screamed.

Wherever Toshiro was being thrown, it was completely different from the landscape a few seconds ago of just blackness, stars and snow; this was just a world of purple and blue, mixing together with a lightning yellow. They churned and twisted as he fell, making him dizzy.

That's when the being made him lose consciousness.

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