Dear Reader-sama,
StrawberryCrisis speaking! This is my first fanfic. Please R&R!
Prologue
The room was long. A young woman was seated in the middle o the room, her arms were shackled as were her small feet. Her bruised arms and several cuts on her body suggested that she fought her way. The black kimono she wore was tattered and tainted with blood.
No one could see the expression of anger mixed with grief. A curtain of silky black hair covered her moon white face like a curtain. "Let me go, you useless shinigami!" the young woman screamed at the top of her lungs. She tried to stand up, but the shackles caused her to remain on the floor. She tried to escape from the bonds, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"Let me go!" Once again she screamed. She writhed on the floor, looking frantic. The curtain of hair moved, revealing a pair of blue eyes that were full of alarm and anger. Surrounding her were thirteen assorted men and women, all in a black kimono and a white sleeveless overcoat.
None of them did anything. The shadow hid their faces, whether they were sad or had no such emotion on their face. The woman screamed again and released a stream of curses. "Silence!" a thundering voice broke through the woman's voice. At the head of the room, sat an old man. His beard was as long as his waist and white. It was restrained with crossed leather thongs. His head was bald with countless number of scars.
His eyes were unreadable. He began to talk. "Kouyama, Mitsuki. 5th officer of the 6th division squad." The young woman, called Mitsuki, did not react. She bowed her head, hiding her face once again. He continued on. "You are here because you are accused of attempt at breaking down the Soukyouku with your abilities."
His voice was hard. "Do you have anything to say, Kouyama?" Mitsuki was still as stone. She did not say anything. Her head was still low. The old man cleared his throat. "Then you are hence forth exiled-"
A man abruptly took a step. "Yamamoto-sama." The man was a gentle faced man with a pair of square glasses. He spoke in a calm manner. "Surely just an exile is not enough of a punishment." Another voice joined his. "Yea, if you want, Aizen," a man with spiked hair spoke in a gruff manner. "I'll kill her for you right here."
He opened his mouth in a blood thirsty smile. "Enough!" Yamamoto raised his voice. "She will be exiled from Soul Society from hence forth, her spiritual power sealed." A group of people came and raised Mitsuki from the floor and dragged her from the room. "That is the final judgment. Dismissed." One by one, the thirteen people filed out of the door.