The

Outcasted

Otomsk

A lot has happened in our society(?). Robberies and murder to name the so called "Big ones".

But have you ever once wondered... What about the government?

In a world where the government flat out lies to you...

What would you do?

Would you stand up and challenge the government,

or would you just obey them like a faithful dog, with the government as master?

That's the very predicament that our heroins of BLEACH are in, among other things.

Note: Kinda ripped off of JAK 3 and 2; and of course BLEACH. Sorry ^__^;

Disclaimer: I do not own the Jak sagas or BLEACH. Tite Kubo and that other dude (The one who made Jak) made them.

Heya! I'm Otomsk. I'm a new writer here, just signed up and everything. I hope that you like the one-shot and enjoy it to the fullest. Please Review and oh yea, for every flame that I get, I will go to your house and **** up your computer to hell and back. We understand each other, right?

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Three Years ago...

Haven City, the Military/Workers District

The sky was a darkened blue, and was looking down at the noisy city of Haven, a city where the government can be nice or cruel. Huge walls out line the metropolis baring down on it's people like a cage, where only the military are allowed to leave. The streets are crammed full and beggars lined them. Hookers went together, looking for a fool to relinquish his money and get several diseases. Children, orphans, follow their care-taker where ever she went, carrying signs that said, ' Please spare some food or money, thank you and God bless.'

In one of the better or probably the worst parts of the city, lives Soi Fon. She wasn't truly an officer of the military, yet. Today was the day of her promotion; after the betrayal of one of the four main captains, Yoruichi Shihoin. The first assignment that the commanding officer and one of the leaders of Haven City, Commander Aizen, put her on was to find the traitor and kill her. No capture, just certain death. She groanedas she got out of bed. "Well, at least I can find that traitor and kill her. She had no right to try and kill Commander Aizen on a stealth mission.

Especially when she's part of one of the four great families that founded the city. "Dammit!!" She rubbed her eyes yet again, 'Still, I never told her though... how hard I fell for her, how much I loved her, how I was willing to lay my life on the line for her...' She looked at the clock, time to get going. She had to make a stop though. At least her parents had to know that their only daughter was going to die by the hands of her former best-friend turned crush...

The Wastelands

"Dammit Kiskuke! Do you realize what you done?!?!!!" Growled the voice of the 'traitor'. Currently Yoruichi was in a desert, the Wasteland. The place looked like a scene from a five-year olds nightmare, not to mention the added bonuses of mercenaries and Hollows. She was hiding in an old, abandoned warriors hut. Yoruichi ditched the Krimzon Guards Captain uniform and opted for bracers, a chest plate, and greaves for armour. A torn up black tunic with her families symbol at the front as well as black pants and combat boots. She had two side arms, a Blaster Mod and a Peace Maker.

All an' all, a badass. Anyway; Kiskuke, who was one of the main reasons that Yoruichi ran from the Krimzon Guards, was working on an old radio. Apparently the so-called 'genius' broad casted it so that they had a two-way communication with the Krimzon Guards. Not something that Yoruichi wanted to deal with right now. "Sorry, Yoru-chan *ow!* but apparently I setted it *ieeeee!!* wrong *Whoa!* so sorry!*OUCH!!!*" He managed to say while trying to doge Yoruichi's punches. "Can ya manage to tune it to Spartans frequency? I don't want a whole Krimzon Guard fighter team here, armed to the teeth."

Kiskuke gulped and muttered a 'right away!'. Yoruichi looked at the huge azure sky. 'Well at least Soi Fon isn't here now. She's probability hating me, but at least she's not living the life of a fugitive.' thought the former captain. One of the things that Yoruichi regrets most, which isn't a lot, was never saying good-bye to Soi Fon, and telling her how much that she loved her...

Present-Day...

The Wastelands

"Dammit..." growled Soi, as she tried to get up, but failed. She was on a mission, well two actually. The first was to find and kill Yoruichi Shihoin, former captain of the Krimzon Guards. Soi had grown up from the little girl that she was to a strong, able woman, capable of leading half a battalion.

Currently, she was searching the wastelands; a desolate, barren place, with little chance of survival. Commander Aizen told her to look in the uncharted areas of the Wastelands. Apparently, he forgot to mention that the guards that she would be taking were new recruits and that she would be wandering right in the Marauders territory. Marauders were a type of mercenary, except they were complete savages, berserker's. Like the rumored Spartans of the Wastelands. She dodged a blow from a particularly ugly brute. She was getting tired, and fast. It's been over three days without food, water or back-up. She ran out of ammo, and was relying on brute strength, endurance, and a helluva lot of luck.

BAM! She lashed out at one of the mercenaries, sending him across the desert floor. The ten others didn't seem too happy about their best man getting beaten(?) by a Havender, let alone a little girl. She flipped back and made a gesture with her hand. The men charged, and just as they were charging a vehicle jumped off the steep as hell hill. A man could clearly be seen driving it, He had a beach striped had with brownish-torn up robes, carrying a Vulcan Fury, a type of machine(?) gun that lets you do some heavy damage to your enemies.

Someone flipped out of the side and started fighting with all of her might. A woman, around her mid twenties, with long orchid colored hair and stunning cat-like eyes. She wore greaves, bracers, a chest-plate, and had a tanned scarf around her neck. A torn-dirty black top with the symbol of a up-side down moon was on it... The Shihoin Clan symbol! Then that means that....

"Yourichi? Is that you?" asked Soi. The woman in question turned around and smiled. Yourichi was shocked though, seeing her first true love out in this God-for-saken' Hell. Especially since the two sides were making arrangements for war against Haven.

"Raaahhhh! Spartan! What are you doing?! Warrin' against Raazul-Kan's brothers for the likes of tha' Havender?!" A voice demanded, seeking justice for his fallen brethren. A huge, seven foot tall giant stepped forward. He was the ugliest Marauder that probably ever existed. He had scars all over his face, which was horribly bashed up to hell and back. His right eye was missing, didn't even cover the damned thing up. It was infected and had something wiggling inside it. He wore no shirt and had barley anything covering his legs and groin. He wore strapped up boots with spikes on them. He held a weapon in his left hand, a axe. In his right was nothing except what was most likely the gruesome remains of a poor Yak-cow.

"Havender? Please, she's not a Havender Raazul-Kan." The goddess replied defiantly. Her eyes gleaming at the rest of the mercenaries to try to come anywhere near her Soi Fon.

"Grah! Then wha' is she, Spartan? One of yours?" Raazul-Kan smirked as he added, "Or is she one of them girl's tha' was reported missin'? If so, you can leave her 'ere for a good, long, while. We'll take real good care of her, right men?" The rest of the Marauder's hooted and jeered at the suggestion.

Yourichi had that damn-able, cat-like grin to her. As though she knew all the God's secrets and wasn't willing to share. "She's not a Havender. She's my bride, and I suggest that you keep your little daggers in your pants where they belong."

Silence...

Soi was pretty shocked at the revelation. 'Me and her? Marry?!?!?!!! But a Spartan only asks that if...'

'What are you thinking Yourichi?' Thought Kiskuke. He was still in the Sandshark, ready to ride if it got too serious.

"BAH! Braka-zen-mal! (BULL-SHIT!!!)" The thing charged at Yourichi, raising his axe down on her. She dodged, but retaliated quickly, sending a barrage of kicks in her wake. He doubled back as ten landed on his stomach, then he threw his axe at her. Yourichi seemed to doge with in-human speed, her eyes changing from that mysterious golden to pitch black.

She seemed to in pain, she doubled over, screaming as black energy came from her. Her orchid colored hair became black, tan skin becoming a grayish white. Her nails became claw-like, with the same energy that's causing her pain coming out of them. Her canines enlarged, protruding from her lips. She snarled as she looked at the Marauder. She became Twilight.

She leaped at him, slashing like the animal that she became. Raazul-Kan looked deathly pale. "RETREAT!!!" He and his men scurried back to their holes. Yoruichi turned back to normal, collapsing. She shouldn't have let Twilight out so easily, but with Soi in danger...

"Yoruichi..." Soi didn't know what happened. One second Yourichi was normal then the next... Soi shook her head. She stood up, a determined look on her features.

"Yourichi Shihoin, by order of Commander Soske Aizen, your here-by under arrest and sentenced to death."

A/N: Heya's! The names Otomsk. I'm a new writer here at . This is one of those, unplanned, no way that's happening, kinda stories... Poor, poor Your-chan... Read and Review, yes? No? Mabye so?