"Two counts of robbery, eighteen assaults, twelve kidnappings and sixty seven accounts of murder. These crimes are punishable by death. Your actions have pitted the Gotei 13, your own comrades against you. Akkirou-Taichou, what do you plead?"
The chamber grew quiet. Forty-seven pairs of eyes scrutinized the man standing precariously in the center of the cavernous alcove. Slate eyes scanned each and every fear faced chamber member before landing on the one man that had spoken. Thin lips twisted into a cynical smirk.
"Guitly."
The room erupted in low murmurs. Akkirou-Taichou laughed sadistically, throwing his head back and roaring in laughter. He stared at face after face of the Central Forty-Six members, muttering "guilty" as his eyes bored into each of their sniveling faces. When those mad, raving eyes landed on the Sotaichou, Akkirou grinned madly.
"Oh, So-Tai-Chou~!" Akkirou bellowed in a sing-song voice. "I shouldn't spend an ounce of thought on your sins." Akkirou snorted. "Like telling the devil of his bad deeds," he scoffed.
The room erupted in shouts and murmurs once more. Some of the Central Forty-Six members stood and pointed, shouting at Akkirou. "Do you deny your crimes despite the evidence against your innocence?" The Twelfth Member shouted. Comments and ascents echoed in its wake.
"I do not revoke my crimes, my Lords," Akkirou said, bowing his head. Wisps of wavy, onyx locks curtained before his visage. "I am simply stating that if we are going to be prosecuting someone for their crimes perhaps it would be best if the jury were not corrupt criminals themselves."
Once again voices rand out in the chamber, echoing back and forth, The Sotaichou growled and slammed his cane against the ground, effectively silencing the chamber.
"Akkirou-Taichou, you have long ago been deemed mentally unfit to remain in your seat and-"
"Yet you prosecute me." Akkirou interjected.
"You were well aware of your actions, Akkirou-Taichou, and must be prosecuted."
Silence shrouded the chamber, and no movement could be seen. Akkirou spoke up at last.
"Even after those 'top-class' missions I did for you, Sotaichou?" Akkirou tsk-tsk'd and raised his head, slate eyes shifting between slitted and dilated. "Must I remind you?"
"The seals!"
"Impossible!"
"Whole third division sealed him—"
"—look!"
"The seals! The seals!"
"-reiatsu-"
"—breaking the seals!"
Through the frantic shouts and cries of fear, awe and shock, a wet ripping-tearing sound boomed. Akkirou stood at the center of disarray, black binds dissipating as shadows seemed to grow and collect around his firm form. The reiatsu in the air was smoldering, practically suffocating.
"Yamamoto-Taoichou" A pleasant voice whispered, "You have let me down—all of Soul Society has. I will not let my dearest friend take the fall for your corrupt and unjust ways."
"Shakkaku-Taichou…" Yamamoto almost growled.
"I'm taking Aki-nii and we're leaving."
"Don't you dare-!"
But Akkirou's shadows fanned out, blinding every person in the room in utter desolate darkness. When they cleared, the center of the room was empty.
"They have shamed their squads and shunned their royal houses. Remove their names. I want them wiped out of the system—name, life, reiatsu. As soon as possible, Lock up their zanpakuto. I never want them seen nor mentioned again!" Yamamoto growled.
It couldn't end this way—he wouldn't let the young fifteen year old die, be devoured by this heartless beast. He had tried his hardest, but it seemed that the last fight had left him weaker than he originally thought.
"Get away from her!" He growled and the hollow turned, roaring it's ugly beak-like head. The younger teen was a few yards away from the massive hollow, a long chain attaching her to the body laying beside the sidewalk
"I…Ishida…"
She croaks, the weight of terrifying reiatsu holding her down.
"Dammit! I said get away from her!" Uryuu growls as he staggers up, torn and bloodied. His left arm was the worse—having been grinded against the floor by the hollow's talons. The hollow took two large, swooping steps and smacked the Quincy hard enough to fly across the street to land with a sickening crunch across the street.
I can't let her die!
The hollow screeches, turning on its haunches, ready to pounce/
I'm too weak…
She's going to die!
And in his moment of utter desperation Uryuu noticed something: it was dark, shining almost ominously lit in the sunlight. It was the only glimmer of hope, and Uryuu was desperate…
Which explains why he stumbled forward, grabbed the sword and charged, stumbled forward, grabbed the sword and charged, slashing at the hollow before collapsing.
And when everyone came, there would only be Two unconscious bodies: Uryuu's torn and bloody form only three feet way from Karin Kurosaki's spirit body.
The Taboo sword had been held once more; the cogs and wheels of a forgotten, dark destiny began to spin once more.
No sword. No hollow.
But it was only the beginning…
AN: So sorry for the lack of Updates in all my story, Life itself has caught up to me and my laptop committed suicide :\ Hope you enjoy this quickie first chapter and start of my Sotory Taboo! Hopefully things get better and I can start cranking out chapters again! ,
