Please forgive me! I should really be working on my other stories, but…but…I just couldn't get this idea out of my head! Argh! Okay, I thought up of it after watching movie three, and feeling that there is really a considerable lack of Momo in the movies, especially in Diamond Dust Rebellion. So, I decided to write a story that's in a way, my idea of what could be a Bleach "movie"

Please, just give it a chance! I only posted it because Hubalaboo convinced me to (well, we actually made a deal. And the similarities between our stories are really scary! XD)

So yes, here it is! Title may change!

Ryoka

Shadows dusted the forest landscape. The air rang with stillness. Not one movement could be seen. Even the air seemed to be utterly still.

Yet after several moments, a slight movement betrayed the position of a figure. The figure was androgynous in the dark, and had the air of one that had been still for a very long time.

Whoever they were, they were watching the surroundings with piercing eyes. In the faint light of the moon that pierced from the trees, the eyes of the figure flashed silver.

Suddenly, the figure's eyes narrowed. As it shifted, the moonlight caught on it for one second, just long enough to thrown the finely angled male face into sharp relief. His eyes were long and almond shaped, and his eyebrows a graceful arc on his perfect, porcelain skin. His lips were pressed together thinly. Long, smooth locks of golden hair framed his angular cheeks. Excitement danced on his face for a moment. He'd found what he was looking for.

He watched in satisfaction the quick blurs of white flitted among the shadows of the forest. They didn't know that he was there. Foolish of them, to think that even the most powerful could risk flaunting their presence all the time without danger.

*

To say that the mission was uneventful would be pushing it slightly. The mission so far had been nothing short of dull. Still, the white-haired prodigy of Soul Society didn't mind it half so much since he was undergoing the mission with Hinamori Momo, the recently appointed captain of the fifth division after the previous captain's defect and defeat.

"Have you found anything yet, Shirou-chan?"

Hitsugaya Toushirou shook his head. Normally, he would have chided her of her use of that name, but alone, he let it go.

"No. There hasn't been anything. The report said that they were hiding around here though. Maybe we should go deeper into the forest."

"Funny, how no one seems to know this strange reiatsu," Momo commented. She narrowed her eyes into the darkness of the still woods.

"Yes, but according to Kurotsuchi, it's strong enough to warrant the need of two captains to go search for it. They must all be worried."

"What do you think it is?" Momo asked.

"I don't know," white eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Suddenly, Toushirou was quiet. Too quiet. He peered into the black forest, and Momo had a feeling that where she could only see black, he could see something else. "Hitsugaya-kun?"

"Something's in there. I can sense it. It's not a hollow, or arrancar, but not a shinigami either…"

"Quincy?" Momo suggested.

Toushirou's frown deepened. "No. Not something I know…but I feel like I do know it…it's very familiar somehow…"

"Familiar…?"

Toushirou looked at her, still frowning. "It makes no sense, but it feels almost…like my own reiatsu…after my…change…"

Momo stared, biting her lip. Toushirou's reiatsu…does that mean that it was some sort of Heavenly Guardian, like him?

"Let's check it out. Be careful, Momo," Toushirou said.

"Don't worry, I will be."

The two shunpoed off into the trees. Toushirou felt unease mount higher inside of him as every shunpo took him deeper into the black woods. The reiatsu also became sharper. He wasn't sure that Momo could feel it, as his senses were sharper than hers. The sharper it became, the more sure he was that he somehow knew the unfamiliar reiatsu.

Sweat beaded down his forehead. Unease was in every fiber of his body. He stopped in a tree, panting slightly. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with the air around them. He squinted into the shadows, but saw nothing.

A cool wind ruffled his unruly locks of white hair. The forest seemed still, as if nothing was wrong…

A sudden glint of silver caught his eye. A pulse of reiatsu hit his senses. With a gasp, he instinctively drew his sword, and just blocked the attack that was about to slice him in two.

"Good reflexes, and keen senses as well. You're the first that has been able to find me. Expected of a 'Heavenly Guardian'."

Toushirou gritted his teeth and stared at his attacker. He spoke the words 'heavenly guardian' as if there were quotations around them, as if there was some deeper meaning. The attacker had long, light blond hair and finely angled features. He was wearing a midnight black cloak that had easily disguised him in the night. His eyes looked silver in the moonlight. He was the owner of the unfamiliar reiatsu. He wielded a sort of double ended staff, each ending in two blades.

"A captain? You're still shamelessly associating with the shinigami?" he said scathingly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Toushirou snarled. "Who are you? A ryoka?"

The man smirked. "Ah, I see. So your plan of reincarnation didn't grant you your memories? I warned you that it would end as your demise."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

"You don't need to know. However, I think it…lacking if I kill you now without you ever knowing. Where's the fun in that?"

Toushirou glared at the man. "So you're bent on killing me? Don't think it'll be that easy," Toushirou hissed.

The man smiled, a smile that seemed to be almost mocking. "I never thought it would be. You are a Heavenly Guardian after all."

They clashed blades. The sound of metal against metal rang in the air. The man's double blades make it especially hard for Toushirou to keep track of him. But he was very adept at the sword, and managed to hold out.

"Toushirou!" came a cry. Momo suddenly appeared where the two were fighting. She had accidentally left Toushirou behind as she shunpoed forward. Now she watched in shock as she saw Toushirou engaged in battle.

"Hmp, interference. Toushirou is your name then? It fits you," the man smirked. He held up a hand, and suddenly, as if summoned by some silent signal, four other figures appeared in the area with a sudden shunpo-like move. Two were male, and two female, and all wore dark cloaks that blended well into the night. They stood motionless, awaiting orders, their faces shadowed so that their features couldn't be seen. There were no visible weapons about them either. "Finish the girl off. I want Toushirou."

"Momo!" Toushirou cried as the four figures shot toward her with lightning fast speed.

Momo wasn't to be defeated so easily. "Bakudou 61, Rikujokoro!"

One of the nearest figures got caught in it, but the other three were still very much active. They shot toward Momo with lightning fast speed. On flipped back her cloak, and revealed in her hands too black whips that pulsed with compressed green reiatsu. She lashed out at Momo, who leapt to avoid the attack.

Another came up from behind Momo. It was a male. He held up his hands, and suddenly, with a golden glow, golden claws made of reiatsu appeared. He slashed at Momo. The claws trailed scratches of gold light in the air as he slashed through the air.

Momo whipped out her sword, trying to block the new attacker. The female with the whip charged again, as well as the third. This one, with a wave of her hands, summoned a small bow. As she drew the string, an arrow of reishi formed, much like how a quincy's arrow formed. Yet one bold separated into dozens, shooting in every direction. Momo couldn't entirely avoid them all.

"Damn!" Toushirou said, watching as the figure that was caught fought against the flat panels of light. They began to crack, and suddenly broke. He whipped back his hand, and with a blast of black reishi, a pure black scythe appeared, the blade glinting cruelly in the faint moonlight. Momo stared at the fourth opponent in horror.

Toushirou shunpoed up into the air before his opponent could realize what he was up to. "Soten ni Zase! Hyourinmaru!"

He slashed at the four figures. The dragon came, arcing through the air with grace of strength. The four figures, shocked at the sudden attack, were caught in the dragon's icy attack and froze solid.

"Quick, Momo! Call for backup! I can't keep them in there forever! They're really strong!" Toushirou could already feel them struggling against his ice.

Momo nodded, her eyes frantic. She shunpoed away, to where the four attackers could catch her at once if they broke through.

Toushirou felt a pressure in the air and leapt from the tree branch he had just landed in just as an attack sliced the tree in half.

"Protective, aren't you? And Hyourinmaru…he's still with you? I can't believe this! You really haven't learnt anything?"

"I don't care who you are, or what you want with me. You're obviously a threat to Soul Society, so I'll kill you now!" Toushirou growled, landing in another tree.

"Oh, harsh words. Too bad you couldn't have done so the last time we met," the man said, landing in a tree adjacent to the one Toushirou was in.

He suddenly raised his staff so that it was held across from him. The staff glowed, and suddenly shortened, though the blades grew longer. A second later, they broke into two parts, resulting into two smaller swords. With a flash of bright fire, flames began to swirl around the blades, licking the metal and making it sparkle from the firelight. 'Now, let's see if you can fight against two blades."

He attacked again, and Toushirou could feel himself struggling against two blades. He still held out though, even if he was having some trouble.

As he blocked another attack, the man suddenly vanished in the quickest shunpo Toushirou had ever seen. It was so smooth it didn't seem to be shunpo, but some other move. The next moment, pain ripped through his side. He gritted his teeth as blood spurted out of a sudden slash to his side. He fell to the forest floor, just managing to land on his feet.

The man appeared behind him, smirking. One of his blades was covered in crimson liquid. He turned his head back, smirking. "I got you,"

Toushirou turned and glared at the man. He slashed his sword against the ground, sending a stream of ice racing along the ground.

The man leapt into the air to avoid it. He slashed each of his swords in the air once, and at once, what looked like a blade of reishi shot out. As they sliced through the air, they suddenly caught on fire. He slashed his swords again, and each time he did, another blade shot out.

Toushirou leapt and shunpoed to avoid them. He leapt through the trees and the forest floor, hearing the blades that chased him slicing down branches as he went. He put a hand to his side to try and stem the bleeding.

He leapt into the top of a tall tree, the man suddenly appeared in front of him. He smirked, and pulled his blade up in front of him, crossed together as an 'x' The fire disappeared, and instead seemed to turn into a solid red glow. The red pulsed, and then suddenly detached from the blades, morphing into ropes of reishi. Before Toushirou had time to react, they hit him with tremendous force. The ropes were red hot, and cut into his arms and legs. He slammed into the trunk of the tree, and the ropes immediately wrapped around the trunk.

The man shunpoed into the air in front of Toushirou, a smirk of triumph on his face. He floated in the air without any support, his black cloak rippling in the air. He pressed the hilts of his two swords together, and with a glow, it turned back into one staff.

"Well, well, this was unexpected. I had thought that you'd be more powerful with the years that have gone by. Your plan was a failure, wasn't it? Especially as I'm going to kill you now."

"You won't kill me so easily," Toushirou said with more confidence than he felt.

The man smirked. "But how would you know?" He shunpoed so that he was right up to Toushirou's face. Up close, Toushirou realized that his eyes were actually a pale gold. "You remember nothing. What a shame. I think…that I'll help you remember before I kill you, just so you can relish in pain before you die."

Before Toushirou could say anything, the man pressed his fingers against the captain's forehead. His hand glowed blue, and he smirked. "Remember…remember your past life. Remember who I am. Remember the feeling of my blade!"

His blade glowed red again, and suddenly, it plunged into Toushirou's stomach. Toushirou gasped in pain, and as he did, a sudden splitting headache ripped through his head. His vision blanked out in white-hot pain, and he couldn't stop the scream that forced through his lips. Broken images blurred through his mind as the pain intensified with every image. His mind felt as if it was on fire, and his skull hurt so much he thought that it would explode.

The man leapt away as he watched the boy scream. His reiatsu lashed out, uncontrolled. The binds holding him froze over and shattered, but the boy did not fall, suspended in midair by his own reiatsu. His cries grew stronger, and his hands dropped his sword, clutching fruitlessly at his head. Ice exploded in all directions, freezing over the whole area. His eyes were open, but unseeing, the turquoise depths blank.

As his reiatsu rose higher, the man frowned. He hadn't anticipated the boy to become this strong when he lost control. Better finish this now. He let his reiatsu release, trying to counter Toushirou's reiatsu. He prepared to strike.

But even as he prepared to strike, the sword that the boy dropped glowed blue, and suddenly morphed into a large, serpentine dragon. It shot into the air, coiling its strong body around the boy; it's ruby eyes blazing. "You will not harm my master!" it growled dangerously, and the air grew stormy, and frigidly cold.

The man laughed. "Hyourinmaru. You're still here? How unbelievably loyal you are, even if your so-called master is nothing more than a weak boy."

Hyourinmaru growled. At the same moment, there were four flashes of shunpo, and suddenly, his four companions appeared, each looking shabby and exhausted.

"What is it? You had that much trouble killing one mere girl?"

"We're sorry master," they whispered in unison. "She brought backup…"

There were several more flashes of shunpo, and suddenly, the trees were concentrated with black clad figures, as well as several white clad ones. One was black haired, with a long silken scarf. Another was a white-haired man, and a third a woman with a long black braid down her front, and lastly, the girl that had accompanied Toushirou at first.

The man grimaced in displeasure. "Interference," he muttered again. He gazed at all the shinigami gathered.

"Who are you? What have you done to Hitsugaya-taichou?" the man with the scarf asked.

The black-cloaked man scoffed. "Hitsugaya-taichou…it's just like him to be a captain among you worthless shinigami. So now that's his name? Hitsugaya Toushirou? I shall remember that."

He smirked as Toushirou let out another painful cry. He was writhing in the air now. "Don't think that it's over," he added to the captain, who couldn't possibly hear him. "I'll be back, and when I am, you'll remember everything, and then, I will get the revenge that I came here for!"

The shinigami instinctively inched forward, but with a sudden burst of flame, he and his companions vanished.

As soon as the man's reiatsu vanished, Toushirou's reiatsu calmed, as if he had been fighting with the other man's reiatsu, and had now calmed again. He began to fall through the air, and toward the ground.

"Toushirou!" Momo cried.

The man with the scarf shunpoed down, and caught the boy as he was about to hit the ground. Momo shunpoed after him, sobbing in relief, and pain as Toushirou's cries continued.

"Kuchiki-taichou…" she murmured. Kuchiki Byakuya frowned as the boy in his arms thrashed against him, falling out of his arms and onto the ground, where he lay, jerking in spasms. His hands clutched at his head, and tangling in his hair. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and his cries pierced the air harder. He curled his legs up to his chest, and then straightened out, and curled up again, writhing and moaning in apparent agony.

The other captains appeared beside them.

"What's wrong with him?' The white-haired male asked in worry.

"I don't know, Ukitake-taichou," Byakuya answered. "Unohana-taichou?"

"I do not know," the woman with the braid replied, her eyebrows creased in worry. She reached forward to touch the small boy, but he jerked harder at her touch. His skin was as cold as ice. "Hyo…Hyourinmaru…Hyourinmaru…" he moaned faintly between gasps.

"His zanpakutou? Why is he calling him...?" Ukitake said blankly. He looked up to where the giant ice dragon was hovering above them. The dragon closed his eyes, and suddenly, he flew down gently. The other shinigami moved back to give him space as he coiled around the small boy, his great head close to the boy's face, his eyes worried. "Master…"

"…Hyourinmaru is…the shinigami need…no, stop this! No! What are these… argh! STOP IT!"

His cries filled the air. He flipped onto his back, and they could see sweat beading down his forehead. His eyes snapped open, seeing something that none of the others could see. Yet with the last cry, his body suddenly froze, and stopped thrashing, and he lay absolutely still, eyes staring blankly above him. The hands that were clutching at his head went limp, one of them sliding off his head and hitting the ground beside with a dull thud.

A frigid wind swept through the entire company.

Okay, yes…I realize…that I'm torturing characters again. I seem to be addicted to pain…it makes me feel bad…

I actually had an idea of this plot a long time ago, but I've never really thought about it. I just thought of this opening, and couldn't resist.

Another note. For those who haven't read my other stories, this takes place after the Winter War. Momo is captain of the fifth (I think i made it obvious she was going to be in the last chapter of After the End, so I hope it wasn't too much of a spoiler); Gin (has been forgiven) is captain of the third. The ninth and others…I won't say yet, as it will spoil my other stories. They won't matter much yet. I really should have waited to write this, but…I couldn't help it! I promise I will make my other stories my first priority!

So what did you think? Should I continue this, or discard it?