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"Hey, do you ever ask yourself, why are we here?" One Kido-Corp member asked another as they stood at half attention in front of the Head Captain's office.
"That's the big question isn't it. I mean, even though this is the afterlife, we don't know what happens when 'we' die. Is there some kind of after-afterlife? Or do we simply stop existing all together? And where did our souls even come from? Is there a greater power that created all of us? And if so, what was the point of the first life? Keeps me up at night man..." The second guard said as he leaned back, looking up at the heavy sun over head. The sound of the summer cicadas filled the short silence between the two guards.
"They hell are you talking about? I meant, what are we doing standing guard over Head Captain Yamamoto?" The first guard said. "I mean, the guy is the strongest Soul Reaper there is, who in there right minds would attack him? And if they actually could attack him, what chance would the two of us have against them? We don't even have real zanpakutos, just these sticks. How would they even get here? We are smack in the middle of out territory?"
"Oh... ah... yeah, that does seem kind of pointless." The second guard admitted, trying to play off his first rant.
"All we are doing is standing here in these ridiculous heavy clothes that cover every inch over our bodies and cook in the summer heat." The first guard complained as he gave a hard huff that blew up the small white clothe that covered his mouth up for a second before it fell back down. "I can't stand it anymore!"
"Hey, come down there, it isn't that... did it suddenly get really chilly?" The second guard said, shivering as a icy wind passed by them. Looking in the direction it came from, they both gulped and stood up in attention as Captain Hitsugaya marched towards them, his usual displeased expression on his face.
Toshiro Hitsugaya was the Captain of Squad 10 and one of the most powerful people in the 13 court guard squads. Even though he had the physical appearance of a ten year old boy, he still managed to give off an aura that demanded attention and walked with a sense of purpose that made him look the part of a Captain, regardless of his age. His snow white hair was pushed back out of his face, revealing his teal eyes that were set in an expression that had sent some new recruits home crying.
"Ca...Captain Hitsugaya, sir! Welcome!.." The first guard half shouted as the Captain walked straight past him without even a second glance. A few seconds went by before the guard grunted. "He didn't even ask us to be let in. Upstart little prick. I think the title of 'Prodigy' want to his fat head."
"Dude, shut up, he might hear you." The second guard hissed.
Captain Hitsugaya could hear him, but he brushed the comment off. It wasn't the first time he had heard it, and it wouldn't be the last. Besides, he had been summoned to speak to the Head Captain, those fools who just stood in front of his door all day didn't mean a damn thing.
He walked into the man area for the Head Captain's office to find the older Soul Reaper sitting behind his desk, his zanpakuto resting against his shoulder inside of the staff that hid it and sealed away its far greater spiritual energy. Yamamoto was probably the single oldest thing in all of the Soul Society, aged well over three thousand years. His broad shoulders and aged expression spoke of years of burden and of the great strength he had in order to overcome that burden. His beard was so long that it nearly reached the floor when he stood up and his bold head had a 'X' shaped scare on it, trophy from a battle long past.
"You wished to see me, Head Captain?" Hitsugaya asked, standing at attention in front of the elder, though his eyes did briefly go to the only other person in the room. Hitsugaya wanted to gag as he saw Captain Kurotsuchi standing there, the clown faced man looked as angry and impatient as ever.
"Yes, Captain Hitsugaya." Yamamoto said as he looked up from his papers to stare at the youngest Captain. "I have a mission for you. Tell me, how much do you know of human magical societies; namely, 'Witches' and 'Wizards'?"
Hitsugaya frowned. "No more than they teach at the Academy. We are not directly involved with the wizard's secret societies like we were with the Quincys or the Bounds, as Wizards tend to not involve themselves in matters involving the soul, and are thus not our problem. On top of that, as their ghosts either pass on by themselves, or achieve a state of existence were they are under no threat of becoming Hollows, we have no reason to interact with their dead either." Hitsugaya said, thinking back to a few books that he had read on the magic of wizards. "Which wizarding society are we speaking of, East Asian, South Asian, European, Australian or American? The styles of magic differ, meanly in the instruments that they use."
"European." Yamamoto said with an approving voice. "I am glad you paid attention in your schooling."
"Pah! Anyone could have told you all that information!" Kurotsuchi spat. "But it isn't entirely accurate! The wizards once did over step there bounds and that is why we are here right now!"
Yamamoto didn't look like he enjoyed the scientists shout but he did nod. "Correct. Around eight hundred years ago, the wizards and witches discovered a method for obtaining an elixir of youth using an item known as 'the Sorcerer's Stone'. And with time more and more of this item's of power were created. Do you know of this story, Captain Hitsugaya? If so I will not repeat it, Kurotsuchi seems to be in a hurry."
"I have." Hitsugaya nodded. Five hundred years back, the Soul Society found out about the ingredient in these stones. Souls. Thousands of souls were being removed from the cycle of reincarnation in order to create each of the stones. It was out of control, and so the Soul Society attacked the Wizarding world, killing off any who owned one of these stones or knew the secret behind its creation. Then they gathered the stones together and reversed the process of creation, releasing the souls so that they could finally enter the Soul Society. They had purged the world of the evil's of that artifact. The world of the living passed the tale of the Soul Reapers coming down to Earth into legend as the 'Wild Hunt'. "We destroyed all of the Sorcerer's Stones. So what does that have to do with you calling me here?"
"Idiot!" Kurotsuchi shouted angrily. "It should be obvious for even someone like you! We are talking about this because one of those stones escaped!" Toshiro's eyes went to Yamamoto for confirmation, the Head Captain nodded.
"We have tracked what must be the last remaining Sorcerer's Stone to an island in the UK. Since we don't want this to turn into a blood bath like last time, we are going to be sending you in covertly to obtain the stone." Yamamoto said.
"It is the last remaining one of its kind, so make sure you bring it here in one piece! It is useless to me broken!" Kurotsuchi shouted. "When the struggle for these stones took place, our forbears did not obtain much data on the stones! I wish to preform a full examination of a complete stone!"
"Captain Kurotsuchi! Remember that you are not to preform any experiments that might damage the souls that are inside of the stone!" Yamamoto shouted at the clown, pulling him back into line. While the research and development Captain grumbled, Toshiro looked slightly confused.
"I am sorry, but why am I being sent on this mission? England is Captain Ukitake's jurisdiction. And if it is a covert mission, shouldn't it be the Stealth Force's job?" Hitsugaya asked.
"Yes... well..." Yamamoto coughed into his hand and adverted his eyes, making Hitsugaya worried. "You see, we had a difficult time finding a way of getting close to the stone, as it has been placed in one of the most secure places in all of England. One where it is very difficult to get a man on the inside, as the staff is limited and the wards around the building are extremely strong."
"And you were able to get me a position here... how?" Hitsugaya prompted.
"As... a new student..." Yamamoto mumbled as he pretended to take a great interest in his papers. Toshiro's eyes widened as a letter was moved across the table to him. An acceptance letter... to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. "You will go to pick up your school supplies tomorrow. I wish you luck."
Toshiro felt as if he was going to scream. An entire year under cover as a school child. The afterlife didn't get much worse.