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Warning: The first chapter and some parts of the others will be very sad and perhaps OOC. If there are some Logical mistakes in it, which can happen because I actually write what comes to my mind, please tell me, I will correct them at once.
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No. No, you can't be dead, you…
You just can't be dead! Please, open your eyes, open your beautiful brown eyes, smile at me and tell me that you are okay!
You...You mustn't be dead! Not now!
No... Please don't be dead!
No...
No...
There was a knock on the door. Third seat Hitsugaya tore his eyes away from his paperwork and set the brush aside.
"Come in!" he called and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. Once again he had been working all night to finish not only the paperwork of his own squad but also squad eleven's – the captain didn't know and that was good. Otherwise he would have forbidden it.
"Good morning Toushiro!" Renji smiled at the white haired teenager before he turned around to close the door behind.
"Good morning, captain Abarai, how are you today?" Toushiro answered stiffly before he picked up his brush once again and continued working.
"Fine, as always. Man, I'm still not used to you calling me captain..."
"It will take its time. It was the same for me when I got captain of squad ten." the teenager answered absently and placed the sheet of paperwork he had finished aside.
He had already finished the captain's paperwork and the reports for yesterday, now it was time to start with lieutenant Matsumoto's...
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's been a year since..."
"I'd rather not talk about it." Toushiro interrupted harshly, then froze in realisation what he had done. "I... I am very sorry, captain, I didn't mean to interrupt but I always..."
Renji put him off. "It's okay. I understand if you don't want to talk about it but if I were you I'd rather stop hiding in my office and move on."
Toushiro hung his head. "You don't know what it feels like... It's... It's Momo we're talking about."
Yeah, it had been a year since the dark haired lieutenant of squad five had died. She had been killed by her own captain, Aizen, the traitor; stabbed in her chest when she had at least expected it, fallen to the ground bleeding and finally died in Toushiro's arms...
It had broken his heart seeing her lying there, her eyes wide with shock but without any life in them.
Seeing her dead eyes had broken him.
First his heart, then his will to live on.
There was nothing holding him in this world anymore. Aizen had disappeared.
The first week had been the worst. The captain hadn't eaten anything until Rangiku had forced the food down his throat and hadn't slept until he had been so drunk of sake that he couldn't stay awake any longer. Even though he was practically still under drinking age he somehow always managed to get his hands onto some liquor and get himself drunk before even noon. After that week Rangiku had been forced to take away her own secret stashes of sake and the head captain had de-ranked the white haired teenager from his post as a captain to a third seat.
"Yeah, I guess you're right once again." Renji sighed scratching the back of his head before changing the subject. "Anyways, when was the last time you slept?"
Under normal circumstances it would have been an odd question but sadly Toushiro knew exactly what the captain meant and groaned in annoyance. "Excuse me, but you don't have to baby me."
Renji arched an eyebrow. "When?" The white haired slouched his shoulders and tried to avoid his captain's gaze. "Um... Three days ago?"
Renji groaned. "Man, Toushiro, you can't keep this up! One day you'll just collapse from exhaustion! What if you're right in the middle of a fight?"
"I don't fight anymore." Toushiro murmured weakly – and gasped when his beloved stack of paperwork was snatched away from his desk.
"I'll do that for you." Rangiku grinned and wanted to disappear through the door but the white haired teenager was suddenly standing in her way panting because he wasn't used to flash step any more.
"That's MY paperwork! And you WILL give it back to me!" Rangiku knew exactly what Toushiro's reaction was if you snatched away his paperwork; even though she tried every second day at least to see the shocked expression on his face. She handed the stack over while grinning and flash stepped out of the office.
"Lieutenant..." Toushiro growled and his facial expression could have frozen a whole ocean solid.
Renji shook his head and turned to leave. "And if you continue to follow that eating disorder of yours it won't be long until you starve." Toushiro frowned.
"I don't have a..." He stopped when he realised that the captain had already left.
Sighing he set down the stack paperwork. Paperwork was all he did nowadays. Since... Since Momo had died a lot of things had changed.
He had become a lot thinner. His cheekbones were very sharp and clearly visible under his unhealthy pale skin. The dark shadows under his dead teal eyes showed his excessive lack of sleep and his white hair hung limply over his eyes.
He needed to stay awake. If he allowed himself to drift off into sleep he would be captured in the nightmares of Momo's death...
With his utmost concentration he kept his eyes open and reached for the brush but when he started to write the report of yesterday's hollow attack he slumped down on the table spluttering ink all over the paper and passing out from exhaustion.
"No, I won't!"
The girl crossed her arms and glared daggers at the man in front of her.
"Seishini, let me give you one last warning..."
"Get that idea out of your head or I'll do it for you!" the girl threatened.
"I'm just asking you to release your zanpakuto!"
"What makes you think I'm going to release my zanpakuto for you, Aizen?" She spat out his name as if it was something awful tasting.
She looked down to muster the arrancar's clothes she wore with utter disgust.
"If you don't I'll just have to force you." Aizen smiled cruelly, but the girl just laughed. "
I'd like to see you try."
There was a spark of anger in the traitor's eyes when the smile on his face disappeared. "Ulquiorra."
The espada nodded briefly before he sonidoed at the girl, Seishini.
With a blinding flash of light she had disappeared before his eyes just to reappear at his back and kick his butt so hard that the espada was sent flying. Grimmjow tried to hide his grin as the fourth espada peeled himself off the ground to charge at Seishini once again. She just dodged him. Ulquiorra frowned and unsheathed his zanpakuto but every time he tried to engage Seishini in a fight she just moved out of the way.
Grimmjow could see the usually emotionless espada get angrier and angrier before he finally got over his pride and stood before the throne Aizen sat on.
"I'm sorry Lord Aizen, I couldn't catch her."
Seishini cracked up. "Oh you should have seen your face!" she giggled.
Aizen cocked an eyebrow. "Do me a favour and get her down to the lab. I'd love to see her as Szayel's test subject..." he murmured.
Seishini laughed. "Well, I guess this will be an interesting game of tag." she giggled. "Catch me if you can!"
With that she had sonidoed away. Aizen glared at the empty space she had stood mere seconds ago.
"Curses..." he muttered quietly.
When Toushiro woke up he found himself tucked up in bed.
"Who the hell..." he muttered. "Probably the lieutenant." he answered his own question and threw off the blankets. This was another reason why he tried not to fall asleep in his office: He realised that the lieutenant had obviously undressed him before lying him down.
"That Rangiku..." He looked around searching for his clothes and spotted them on the chair in the corner of his room. When he got dressed his thoughts wandered off to his strange dream. The girl, Seishini, had looked quite familiar.
Sure, half of her face had been covered by her flame patterned hollow mask and there had been a strange fire in her eyes Toushiro didn't know.
But still...
The smile on her face had been everything he had needed to know that this girl – Seishini – had been Momo though she now had a hollows hole in her chest. And she had looked as if she had been at least three years younger than Momo had been when she had died...
"It was just a dream." he thought. "Aizen – Aizen killed her. There is no way..."
Even if the girl had been Momo she would have forgiven her captain.
She would never ignore his orders.
If Seishini had been Momo she would have released her zanpakuto on an instant. The fact that she didn't proofed that Seishini couldn't be Momo.
Even though they could have been twins...
Toushiro shook his head, finished to tie his sash and exited his room.
"I wonder why I had had this dream. It's not as if it had anything to do with Momo's death as my dreams normally do. I could swear it had been real..." he murmured quietly while walking down the corridor to his office.
"Good morning Toushiro." The white haired lifted his gaze from the ground and smiled weakly when he realised that the lieutenant was standing in front of him.
"Good morning, lieutenant Matsumoto, how are you today?" he asked obediently.
Rangiku just rolled her eyes. "I'm still now used to you calling me lieutenant."
"It will take its time." Toushiro answered as he had done the day before when Renji had said something similar.
"That's not what I meant." Rangiku replied. "I'm fine if you just continue calling me Rangiku."
"That was when I was your captain. Now..." Toushiro avoided her gaze. "Now I'm just a third seat and you're my lieutenant." He didn't wait for her answer but walked past her to get into his office.
The stack of paperwork on his desk was enormous and that was a good thing. A lot of work could get his thoughts off Momo and her death...
He flinched when his broken heart gave a painful squeeze and hurried to begin his work but suddenly something changed.
From one second to the next he felt terribly dizzy, stumbled over his own feet and hit the floor with a thud. But he had already passed out when he met the floor.
"Stark." The espada shot Aizen an irritated look but sighed and drew his zanpakuto. "Alright."
Seishini sat on a windowsill of Los Noches and looked out of the window. "Why don't you all save your breath. I don't want to kill anybody. That's why I dodged all of your attacks instead of answering them. I didn't even drew my sword and none of you could catch me, let alone harm me. Do you really think you could force me to release my zanpakuto?" She smiled wickedly at Aizen. "Think about it: You forbid your four mightiest espadas to release within Los Noches. None of them could force me into releasing. Do you really want meto release?"
Aizen stared at Seishini. "I thought this was what I said. I want you to release."
"Once again you sound like a little kid. I want, I want, I want!" Seishini mimicked with a high pitched voice that hurt Stark's ears.
He charged at her but just before he had reached her she shot him a flirty smile and stepped out of his way.
With a surprised yelp Stark tried to break out of his sonido, failed and shot right out of the window. Seishini watched him, as he desperately tried to snap out of his fall.
Her expression was grim but also a bit bored. "You know what?" she asked, her voice suddenly as emotionless as Ulquiorra's. "I've got enough. Now you shall regret that you ever wanted to see my resurrection! Burn! Daremoinai!"
Her spiritual pressure was enormous. Ulquiorra groaned while trying to keep his stance. Stark, who had managed to break his fall, was knocked out of the air again. Aizen gasped and Grimmjow dropped to the floor.
Seishini's eyes flashed dangerously. Four transparent blue wings opened on her back as she lifted her zanpakuto to slash Grimmjow's unmoving body.
The blade had become transparent as if it was made of glass – or diamond. With a battle cry she brought down her sword on Grimmjow's right arm.
Flames engulfed the limb and burned it right off the espada's shoulder. She lifted her right hand as she wielded her sword with her left one and drew a circle of flames into the air with her thumb. She grabbed the circle and tossed it into Aizen's direction. The traitor dodged at the last second and smiled.
Seishini snarled and somersaulted out of the way when Ulquiorra tried to attack her from behind. She drew another two circles, threaded her sword through one of them and tossed the other one into the air, used her sword to catapult the first at Ulquiorra and somersaulted backwards to meet her second circle with her right foot to kick it right at Aizen who had no time to react.
Flames engulfed his white clothes and the traitor screamed in agony as his face was seared away.
Seishini watched him with a certain satisfaction while Ulquiorra burned behind her.
Snap, Tobiume! Seishini froze at the voice inside her head.
Suddenly the flames on Aizen and Ulquiorra were gone.
The girl tried to move but her body wouldn't.
Suddenly the flames were back but this time they weren't fighting on Seishini's side.
The girl screamed in pain when the flames turned on her. Ulquiorra lifted his head a little bit to observe what was happening and gasped as the girl collapsed but didn't drop to the floor but was held in midair by spirals of flames that were burning all over her body.
And the spiral's centre was the girl's hollow hole.
"Aaaahh!" Toushiro snapped out of his visions and found himself lying on the floor of his office where he had collapsed.
Now it was clear. Seishini wasn't Momo. Her sword's name had been Daremoinai, not Tobiume, and she was more powerful that Momo – much more powerful.
He sighed and got up from the floor carefully in case he was going to be dizzy again and sat in front of his desk to do the enormous stack of paperwork.
"Report from yesterday – hollow in Karakura Town" he read and skimmed across the text. "Large hollow, no living people injured, building damaged,... hmm..."
He compared it to another report from squad three and signed the paper – next one.
"A request for more money to repair the leaking roof of the tenth division's barracks... I didn't know about that..." Toushiro shrugged and grabbed his pencil to start writing.
"Dear Head Captain Yamamoto Genryusai..."
Snap, Tobiume. Toushiro froze.
Wasn't that what the voice in Seishini's head had said before she had collapsed? Tobiume had been Momo's sword.
Why would Seishini lose control of her zanpakuto when she heard Momo's release command?
Maybe she lost her memory when she got an arrancar.
The third seat stared at the letter in front of him as if he thought about writing it to his childhood friend.
"TOUSHIRO!" The third seat flinched and drew a thick black line across the sheet.
"Excuse me, lieutenant," Toushiro hissed with constrained voice. "But could you please knock before you enter my office? It would be..." He glared at Rangiku. "It would be very kind of you, thanks."
Rangiku grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Toushiro. I'm here to take you out to training."
Toushiro blinked. "Training?"
"Don't tell me you forgot!" Rangiku groaned. "The captain assigned me to get you back into fighting. I think I told you."
"No, you didn't." Rangiku bit her lip and thought about it. "Okay, I think I forgot. Anyway, let's go." She flash stepped beside him and dragged him behind her.
"Wait! What about the paperwork?" he yelled desperately to get away from the training.
"Don't worry. The captain will do it for you." Rangiku responded grinning while she headed towards the training grounds.
"Well, we've got another problem here." Toushiro muttered when they had reached their destination.
"I can't reach Hyorinmaru anymore."
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