Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I just wrote this story for fun because I like Bleach a lot!
Hope you enjoy reading it.
Everyone agreed it must have been the group of Shinigami from the 10th division that had returned from the real world a couple of weeks ago. They had been on a survey mission and returned with the news that everything seemed quiet enough amongst the humans.
At first, everything had been fine. The Shinigami had gone back to work with their colleague's and soon established a routine again. Then, the first of them had fallen ill. The young man had collapsed during lunch break where everyone had been able to witness it. Although some questions had arisen as to what was wrong with him, no panic had broken out. The man was brought to the hospital and the 4th division had started an investigation to find out what ailing him.
Then, the next day, another person from the squad had collapsed, this time a young girl who had only just joined the division. A lot of people liked her and rumors started to circulate about a virus.
Soon, it began to looks like the rumors were true. Not only the members of the survey squad started to collapse, but also other Shinigami. After they were taken to the hospital and had rested a bit they often woke up again but they were very weak and unable to stand.
The strange disease didn't seem to discriminate between old and young, weak and strong. It didn't take long for the first captain to end up on the wards; it was Unohana herself, who had been attending the ill all week. This greatly injured the belief that the illness would be quickly contained.
It was then decided Seireitei should be in quarantine. The gates were closed and sealed off. Spirit butterflies were sent out to warn everyone against entering. One of them reached Kuchiki Rukia, who had been stationed once more in Karakura town to help the substitute Shinigami control the hollows in that area.
The dark-haired girl stood in amazement as she listened to the message. Her hand was frozen halfway to the door of Ichigo's room, her whole body was frozen. Even after the butterfly had left again she still stood there. She was not able to believe what she had just heard. What kind of disease could affect Shinigami so badly and spread so quickly?
'Oi Rukia? Where are you?' Ichigo shouted as he flung open his door. He heard a bump and looked down to see her lying on the floor, rubbing her nose.
'Eh? Rukia what are you doing? I thought you were coming after me to my room.'
'Idiot! I'm not lying here because I want to! It's you swinging open the door with such force!'
Ichigo scratched his head. 'Ok, so why were you behind the door?'
At that moment, Yuzu walked by and looked at them curiously. Rukia was still sitting on the floor but now she jumped up and pushed Ichigo inside. 'I just got some from Soul Society.' she explained.
'What? Soul Society? With one of those weird butterflies? What did they say?' Ichigo immediately started to ask.
Rukia's face grew annoyed. 'Shut up, I was getting to that.'
Ichigo huffed but listened to her as she told him what she had heard. His face grew more and more serious until his frown exceeded even that of his normal look.
'So is there nothing we can do?' he asked.
'No. We're not allowed to enter Seireitei anymore and besides, what would we be able to do anyway? I guess they have to figure it out amongst themselves.'
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'Silence! First we will have to find out what exactly this disease is!' Yamamoto Genryuusai shouted over the noise in the captains' room. Several captains had been shouting suggestions how to handle the situation. 'I have ordered the 4th and 12th division to put all their members on discovering this. They will combine their medical and scientific knowledge to find out what's causing the disease and then we can start looking for a cure.'
Ukitake stepped forward, 'Excuse me Yamamoto-sensei, but what if there is no cure?'
The old man frowned, 'No use in such contemplations is there? If there is no cure, Soul Society is doomed.'
A/N: Dum dum dum dum! Seireitei is doomed! DOOMED I tell you! So how was it? Interresting? Not so interesting? Please-stop-writing-this-stupid-story-youre-hurting-my-eyes?
If not the last, I do plan to continue.