HELLO! First chapter of my new Bleach fanfic! This is a TOSHIRO x OC story, and Momo lovers do not fret, I am not a hater. :D
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(Music: OST 1, On the Precipice of Defeat)
She woke up. It was another day. Or night. She couldn't tell. Everything was blank. Stone and cement and plastic and steel and empty. Her hair was bleached from the fluorescent lighting. She sat with one knee up against her chest, the other leg on the floor. She stared sadly at the ground. Her hair was a curtain to block her prison. She didn't want to look at it. It hurt her eyes. The music didn't help either.
This morning it was strange. It was building up, a strange mix of noise and what sounded like a keyboard or an electric guitar. It gradually added even more noises, of sirens and a strange mumbling, like a ghostly chorus was rising to whisper incoherent things to her. They sent shivers down her spine. It sounded dangerous, like a battle was beginning. Tensions were rising; her never relaxed body tensed even further, nerves tightening until they threatened to snap apart like brittle straw. She shivered in her thin white dress. All she knew was the music. The room was bare. The room was white. But the music was sanity. The music was strength. The music was the last hope.
She didn't have a name. Oh, she had something to be called by- Subject #208442. Mentality disorder, constant hallucinations, ADHD. Mental. Crazy.
But a name? Something someone else gives you at birth, a first step in life? No, she had no such luxury. She had a designation, a label. Akachi. Her "name" was Akachi. Red blood. For her eyes. She had only seen her reflection once. And she saw the brightest, most curious red eyes staring back. As red as blood. So she labeled herself red blood. For her blood colored eyes.
The music was growing stronger now. It was a constant beat in the back of her head, a forbidding sound looming overhead. She shivered and drew her legs in to her chest, her body spasming in cold terror. She bit her lip so hard that she bled- she could taste the copper in her mouth. The low chords in a minor piano key kept playing, slamming noise against the strange mumblings of sad ghouls.
Then suddenly, it stopped. The crash of piano keys stopped in a final blow, the whines and murmurs slowly dying. Akachi waited for the music to start again, for a new melody to replace it.
Nothing happened.
There was no noise.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
She lifted her head. What was going on? No noise? No sounds? I've never had no music; it was always there, in the back of my head. Sometimes it would be so faint it was nothing more than a whisper, but it was always there. Always.
Now, that constant sound was gone. The melody and notes that had continuously remained with her, even through her darkest times, was gone.
Akachi got up and stood on shaky legs. She got her balance, and moved to the white door that was cut into the opposite wall of her square little room. Is it… Is it…? She thought. Please… Maybe… Is it… Is it?
She put her hand on the handle, and turned it. The door opened.
She was met with a wave of sound, footsteps on tiles and sirens and screeching voices. It was madness. Lights flashed and horns blared warnings and feet pounded across floors. People rushed to and fro, barking orders and carrying out instructions and protocol.
It's a break. She realized. Someone's gotten out. Someone dangerous.
Which means this is my chance to escape.
Akachi took a deep breath. She steeled herself, and grasped the edges of her door's frame. She gently eased one foot out the door, and set it down lightly onto the tiles.
For the first time in a thousand years, Akachi had stepped foot outside her prison.
(….)
Akachi laughed. She was joyous. She crowed in delight and spun around in glee, lifting her hands to the sky. The sky. She never thought she'd see it again. She never thought she'd be so happy just to feel grass, to smell rain, to feel heat and cold and adrenaline again. She loved the sun warmed stone beneath her feet, the cold wind against her cheek, the sun heating the back of her neck through her long hair. She never imagined she could ever feel such happiness. Not again.
She giggled. She ran across a field of grass, trimmed short and neat. Her feet flew beneath her. She was strong. She was small, fast, lithe and agile. She was sure-footed, her hands out by her sides as peals of laughter bubbled from her lips. She was happy. She was having fun. She loved this, the sky, the sun, the rain, the earth, the stone. She loved it.
She looked around. She was only in a small courtyard. She heard birdsong and crickets, chirping and squawking. Her own music had yet to return; and she loved it. She could hear again. She could listen. She kept laughing, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.
She ran over to a porch of sorts, and climbed up. Her dress was still white, miraculously, but she shivered in the early morning chill. She looked around for something to wear.
Hanging on a peg nearby was a bright red cloak of sorts. It looked new and was pretty to Akachi's untainted eyes. They sparkled comically; never had she seen something so vibrant or colorful in her life. She slipped it on and twirled around, looking at her shoulders and arms that were now covered by the light red fabric. She giggled, and trotted off out the tall wooden gates.
Akachi looked around in wonder. The morning sky was light, the sun just rising. She looked around at the low houses and stone walls, walking down paths and alleys, skipping down roads. She giggled again, and stuck a toe in a puddle that was colored with oil. She laughed and kept walking.
She ran down a wide street, turning and jumping up into the air, smiling like a naïve child. She hadn't had such freedom for so long; who was to deny her the joys of a childhood she mightn't have had, or at least couldn't remember. She was blissful now. Let her savor the moment.
Akachi came upon another large grassy field. She stepped onto it, and broke out into a gleeful run. She yelled out in enchantment, enthralled by her escape and her newfound freedom. Who knew just being able to move freely was such a privilege? She had originally moved around every day in her room; dancing, running in place, anything to keep herself active. Later on, she stopped, realizing she wouldn't need to keep in shape. She wasn't leaving anytime soon.
Now, she was glad of her persistence in her earlier years. She was still strong and swift, and could still run fairly fast. She was so thankful she wasn't slow and cumbersome like she feared she would be. Nobody liked being a slow-poke.
Coming to the end of the field, she was met with a dense tree line. Tall trees rose in a dense wall of green, night still hiding in their shadows. Akachi looked at the trees curiously. Surely nobody would miss her? She was just another girl. She was harmless. Crazy, yes, but harmless. She shrugged. What could one little peek do?
She stepped beyond the trees.
(…)
Toshiro Hitsugaya was tired. Tired of work, tired of his useless lieutenant, and tired of sleep deprivation. Yes, Toshiro Hitsugaya was very, very tired. But he was mostly tired of the huge pile of paperwork that loomed over his head 24 hours a day.
"Honestly, I'm going to go crazy… All I see is black and white! Black and white! It's like I'm in Hueco Mundo for crying out loud!" The tiny captain grumbled. He signed another page, whipping it into the pile of finished paperwork, then moved onto the next page.
"Taiichoooou~!" Toshiro put his head in his hands and sighed. "What is it now, Matsumoto?" He grumbled, clearly annoyed. Only now did his lieutenant show up, five hours after she was supposed to report for duty!
"The Head Captain is calling a meeting for all the Captains and Lieutenants." The buxom blonde reported cheerily from over her scrawny captain's shoulder. Her wide blue eyes held all the innocence in the world. Toshiro wanted to call out Hyourinmaru just to teach that woman a lesson. He sighed, collecting himself, and his homicidal thoughts.
"Fine. Let's go." Matsumoto cheered, and he sighed again. He really needed to get his lieutenant under control. She was driving him crazy.
Matsumoto Rangiku was cheerful. She had won a drinking bet with Ikkaku and Renji, so they owed her money which she could use to bribe Nanao to do her paperwork for her. Or she could always use her boobs to get some bottom-feeder Soul Reaper to do it for her. Men were so easy to manipulate. The catty strawberry-blonde smiled coyly.
"Oh by the way Taichou?" Rangiku said.
"What now?" Toshiro muttered.
"The meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago."
"WHAT?!" Toshiro screeched. "MATSUMOTOOOOO!"
"Sorry sorry!"
"Oh god… let's get going."
Toshiro and Rangiku were making their way towards the exit of the Captain's office before Rangiku gasped. "Captain! Your shoes!" Toshiro looked down. He had been walking around in his tabi socks and had forgotten to put on his sandals. Blushing, he hurriedly slipped them on and stalked off, Rangiku smothering her giggles behind him. Toshiro muttered and grumbled all of the two flash-stepped seconds it took to get to the First Division.
When they walked in, they were the last to arrive. "Glad you could join us, Captain Hitsugaya." Head Captain Yamamoto rumbled. Toshiro threw a sharp look at Matsumoto. She just laughed and scratched the back of her head. At least five other lieutenants in the room sighed and/or shrugged. What can you do?
Head Captain Yamamoto cleared his throat. "I have called this meeting today because of some pressing business in the 12th division. Captain Kurotsuchi." The creepy clown captain grinned.
"Of course sir. This morning, at precisely oh-five hundred hours, a correctional facility in the southwestern wing of the division experienced a small meltdown. Apparently, Rin was eating too close to one of the generators again." Small chuckles and sighs from the company.
"Anyways, the complex went into a small electrical shutdown. Of course, protocol was followed, but…" Mayuri trailed off. The captains were confused. It wasn't like the captain to not finish something he was saying.
"One of the occupants escaped. It somehow slipped past security and got out." Kurotsuchi finished, thru.
"Wait a moment," Captain Komamura spoke up. "You say 'occupant', Captain Kurotsuchi. What is this 'occupant' you speak of?" Captain Kurotsuchi snorted.
"It's a soul, but a defected one. Wait a moment." A screen dropped down in the back of the room and the lights in the room dimmed. "This is the file we had on it."
Depicted in the file was a picture of a young girl, very, very young. She looked no older than a toddler, staring curiously at the camera. She had long hair, but its color wasn't in the photograph. The file had been photocopied into black and white.
"The soul of Reisha Junichiro, aged 3 at death. By examining this file, I have learne-"
"Wait a moment!" Captain Ukitake of Squad 13 spoke. "Do you mean to say that the dangerous escapee you speak of is a young girl?" He looked angry, like this was an abomination. Toshiro felt inexplicitly angered by this. Surely such a young child was no threat to the Soul Society?
"I do, Captain Ukitake." Kurotsuchi narrowed his eyes.
"Preposterous!" Ukitake fired back.
"Silence! Captain Kurotsuchi, continue!" Captain Yamamoto thundered.
"Of course. As I was saying, this girl is mentally unstable. According to eyewitness reports, she goes off into fits of killing and murder, a psychotic, ruthless killer. Apparently she sings as she kills, always the same tune."
Toshiro felt a cold chill run down his spine.
"What proof of these claims do you have, Kurotsuchi?" The 8th Division Captain Shunsui Kyoraku spoke, tipping his hat up with a finger, looking deadly serious.
"Eyewitness reports." The strange captain retorted.
The perpetually foolish captain raised an eyebrow. "Knowing you, Kurotsuchi, you wouldn't trust the words of a person." Smooth. Toshiro thought.
The Captain gritted his teeth. He was in the spotlight now, and if he couldn't produce evidence, nobody would take him seriously.
The Head Captain thrust his staff into the ground, a loud bang resonating. Everyone quickly turned to look at the captain.
"Be silent! Captain Kurotsuchi, if you cannot produce convincing enough evidence to satisfy your fellow captains, then I will have to acknowledge your claims as false!" When Kurotsuchi didn't reply, Yamamoto bristled. "Kurotsuchi Taicho, I am disgusted that you would try to mislead your fellow captains. You will turn over the presentation to your lieutenant."
Good lot that's gonna do. Toshiro thought. Nemu's practically a slave to her father. He gagged.
"Yes." The 12th Division lieutenant replied. She stepped up to the front of the room. "Reisha Junichiro was admitted to this complex because of a mental disability that would set her off in seizures and attacks. People who saw her said she looked like she was possessed by a demon."
Again, Toshiro felt chilled.
"She would scream and cry, then move around and destroy anything in her path. All the while, she would repeatedly say, "Make it stop, stop it, stop it please." And so on. She would, according to someone very close to her, always end up crying in the end." Neku finished.
"Thank you, 12th Squad lieutenant Kurotsuchi." Yamamoto rumbled.
Toshiro felt his eyes narrow. "Head Captain," He started. Everyone in the room turned to look to the small captain. "Why are we concerned with this girl?"
Yamamoto knit his eyebrows. "This girl is a priority, Captain Hitsugaya. Do not question it." Toshiro bristled.
"I agree with the kid. What's some kid got to do with our duties as captains, Soutaicho?" Captain Kyoraku spoke again. Toshiro stiffened at the "kid", sending the Captain an icy glare.
"That is not of importance right now. As of this moment, I want squads ten, six and two out looking for her. She is to be captured alive, and brought straight to me. Do not let her escape custody once found, understood?" Yamamoto thundered. The captains were in shock, but were composed. Even Soi Fon looked agitated by the Head Captain's strange behavior. Only the 12th Divison Captain looked smug.
Understanding they were dismissed, the captains left quickly. "Matsumoto, I want the squad notified of the situation and three groups sent out to look for the girl. Find out where the other squads are searching and cover more ground. I'm going out to look for myself." Toshiro stated to his lieutenant mid flash-step. Tightening Hyourinmaru on his back, he quickly shunpo'd out.
"Yes captain." Rangiku said. She couldn't help but worry about the intentions for that poor girl, and what she must have gone through as a child.
(…)
"Overcast, Evidence of Light"
Akachi tried it on her tongue. She smiled. It hadn't lost its sense of beauty after all these years, the hidden light behind the black paper moon. She had always though of I like that. Half of the black moon, half of the white sun, reversed and held together with the thorns of her life.
She releflected on her name. 陰る, 光の証. Kageru, Akashi no Hikari. Overcast, Evidence of Light. She loved her name, and she was always proudly telling Akachi that.
Before the noise. Before the sound.
After the noise, she had tried to find her again. She had always called out her name to her, but it was like she was being overcast, like she was no longer the one being blocked, but the one who saw the blocking. She felt separated from Hikashi.
That was her nickname. Akashi no Hikari was too weird of a name to be called, Hikashi had said. So Akachi had been forced to call her Hikashi. It was silly, but Akachi found it lovely.
Now, she smiled. She could feel her power beneath her fingers. She just needed to manifest it.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me Hikashi?
(Yes, mistress. After a thousand long years, I can hear you again.)
Hikashi. Wait for me.
(Always my mistress. Always.)
Thank you.
(No. Thank you for living.)
…
Thank you for not leaving me alone.
(I have lived for a thousand years. I can wait for one more.)
Yes. I see. I have one year then?
(Yes.)
Fine. Then I shall have to work hard.
(You will.)
And I will probably cry a lot.
(You shall.)
But will I get stronger in the end?
(Absolutely.)
Then I'll do it.
(We will do it, mistress.)
Of course, nakama.
Nine Months Pass…
"For the love of… MATSUMOTO!"
"Whoops! Look ouut~!"
"WAH!"
CRASH!
"Owowowow…"
"I'm so sorry Captain! Are you all right?"
Toshiro's head bobbed up from the pile of boxes that had just landed on him, looking comically angry among the many boxes strewn around him. "For god's sakes Matsumoto, watch where you're going!" Toshiro blushed violently at being seen like this in front of others. He had been speaking with Captain Kuchiki of Division 6 for crying out loud! HE turned even redder in the cheeks. Byakuya looked on stoically.
Matsumoto fussed around him for a while, before he threw her off gracelessly, standing up with a red face. "Sorry Captain Kuchiki- you were saying?" He mumbled apologetically to the 7th Squad captain.
Byakuya looked unimpressed. "Yes Hitsugaya-san. As I was saying, it has been nine months since "that incident" and still, the girl has not been found. I think it is time to take measures to insure her capture." Toshiro nodded.
"I agree Captain Kuchiki, but I think that what we have done so far hasn't been the answer. We should confer with Captain Soi Fon and ask her opinion on the matter." The Captain nodded.
"Alright Hitsugaya-san. I will speak to Captain Soi Fon, but some sort of measures must be taken immediately. I will leave that to you." Toshiro nodded. Byakuya took his leave.
Toshiro wanted to slam his head into the wall. Or go back to his room and sleep for another year. He had the worst headache possible, he thought, and it just got worse and worse. This girl kept giving them the slip, no matter what they did. Even Soi Fon couldn't get close to the girl, and she was the best stealth fighter they had in the Seireitei. Byakuya tried using Senbonzakura to find her, but the girl hadn't even been detected. And when Toshiro went into the field personally, he hadn't even felt the girl's reatsu. It seemed no matter what they did, she couldn't be found.
"Reasearch and Development have a new lead on the girl's location, Captain." Matsumoto said. Toshiro didn't move.
"Apparently, she's hiding in a grove of woods on the outskirts of Block 7. She's chosen her hiding place well; it's near a cave that hides spiritual pressure. Like the crystal cave the Bounts used to conceal their location." Toshiro turned his head towards her ever so slightly.
"She's found Captain. All we have to do is catch her." Matsumoto continued. "That's what's in these boxes: tranquilizers." She pulled out a sliver case. Upon opening, it contained two neat rows of ten vials of amber liquid. Matsumoto picked one up to show her captain.
Toshiro took it in his hand. He chuckled darkly. "Alright then girl, let's see you escape me now, little wretch. Hehehehe…." Matsumoto shivered. She did not like how closely her captain resembled Mayuri Kurotsuchi right now.
One thing's for sure, she thought. Things are not going to be boring around her anytime soon.
(…)
(No! Faster! Do you think the Soul Society will be lenient if they catch you?! You must be faster!)
I'm… Ha…. Trying!
(You must try harder!)
I'm going as fast as I can!
(Not good enough! They'll catch you!)
I… Can't….
(No! Do not stop now mistress!)
Can't go on… I need… to rest…
(You may not! Do not make me repeat myself, you must keep going!)
Can't… Sorry Hikashi…
Sorry….
Akachi fell face first into the grass, already lightly snoozing. She was so tired. All she had done was train train train. Increase your pain tolerance! Gain more stamina! Run father, get stronger, train more and more and more! Akachi was ready to sink into a nice patch of grass and fall asleep. Or a bush. But not a bramble bush. That had not been a fun experience.
She could hear Hikashi screeching like a banshee in her head, but she was in no condition to answer. Oh grass, how do I love thee so? Let me count the ways…
Suddenly, her nap was cut short by the presence of two people coming towards her very quickly. Akachi leapt from the ground and started running to her hideout, Hikashi keeping silent for once.
Who is it? Another Shinigami? Akachi bit her lip. Chikuso! I'm not allowed to hurt them. If I did, they'd come after me in swarms. She leapt into a tree, bounding across branches in a desperate attempt to keep going.
Dammit Hikashi! If you hadn't pushed me to my limit I could've been long gone by now! Akachi swore in her mind, chastising her zanpakuto's insatiable lust for strength.
"Gotta move gotta move gotta move….." She mumbled, not daring to raise her voice above a whisper. She didn't have the air to speak while running.
Akachi kept running and running before she felt something in her stomach. Oh no… Akachi thought. Please no no no no no! Not now!
No such luck. Next step she took, Akachi doubled over in pain, crying out like a child and hugging her stomach tightly. "OW!" She screeched, screaming and crying. She gasped when she fell to the ground, landing heavily on her side, getting the wind knocked out of her.
Oh god oh god oh GOD… She thought.
(Mistress! Be strong!) Hikashi said, trying to get her to move. (You must move! Hurry, before they find you!)
I can't Hikashi… It's gonna start any second now!
(I know mistress I know! Which is why I'm telling you know before you won't be able to hear me! YOU MUST MOVE!)
Somehow, Akachi managed to pull herself up and drag herself to the foot of a tree. She hid herself in some brush, pulling the scratchy branches over her.
(Good, mistress. Now, I have to go. Be strong!)
NO! Hikashi! Don't leave me! No!
(Be strong mistress, and don't be caught! I'll never forgive you if you're caught!)
Hikashi….
"AUUUUGH!" Akachi felt the pain that was in her stomach start to move. "Hii…. Hiii….." She whimpered in pain. It had never been this bad before.
Maybe it should be clarified. Instead of having a "monthly cycle", Akachi experienced excruciating pain in her stomach, chest and head. It was a buildup of the music in her head. The sounds she controlled and forced down into the back of her mind exploded, bursts of intolerable static parading through her head. It was like a stampede of elephants inside her head, loud music and incomprehensible noise blasting throughout her whole being.
It was absolutely horrific, and she dealt with it every month. For god knows how long.
Akachi kept crying and whimpering, eventually biting down on her own sword to muffle her screams. She just didn't want to be found. She didn't want to go back to that room, to the empty, cold room, to the endless mutterings and mumblings of ghosts. Hikashi had told her that. The voices she heard were the voices of souls. The music was their soul's song. It was written on their heart, and when they died, it was what was left behind. It would usually float away with the wind, but not with Akachi.
No. Hers had stayed with her when she had died, at just two months old.
That's why she was different. She heard the voices of souls. She could not only sense them, but she could communicate with a soul's thoughts and even their zanpakuto's thoughts in some cases. It depended on how advanced and how close the soul and sword was.
Akachi just didn't want to be subjected to that again. The voices of those souls were awful They were the voices of people who had been killed by their own madness. The voices of insanity. Akachi couldn't do anything t help them now- all she could do was suffer with them.
All the girl could do was scream and cry as she drifted off into a fitful, hazy sleep.
(…)
Toshiro and Rangiku were in the field, close to the target. They both had tranquilizers on them, Rangiku with the means of administering it. Toshiro was ahead of her.
"Captain! I sense a spiritual pressure not too far from here!"
"I feel it too! Let's hurry!"
"Right!" The pair shunpo'd out, running even faster across the treetops.
Suddenly, Toshiro gasped and stopped short, landing on a branch. "Rangiku! Do you feel that?" Rangiku shivered.
"It feels… awful, Captain." Toshiro made a noise of approval. "It's like… horrible, awful screaming and pain…" The normally cheerful and happy lieutenant started sweating and shivering.
Toshiro bristled nervously. "I know Matsumoto. I feel it too." Toshiro felt very cold. Not that was anything new for the ice captain, but this time… It was unnatural. It was fear.
Toshiro did not like this feeling of foreboding. Something told him he shouldn't keep going, but he didn't listen.
"Rangiku! We have to keep moving." Rangiku nodded. He nooded back. "Let's go!"
They came upon the body of a girl. A girl with white hair, pale skin, and dirty clothes.
A girl who was gagging herself and crying and biting down on a sword. A katana, more precisely.
Toshiro was shocked. Rangiku fell back onto her knees. The picture they had been shown was of a three year old. This girl was old. She was at least a hundred years old if Toshiro's estimate was anything to go by.
This girl? This girl?! He felt bile rise in his throat. This girl was weak. She was weak, crying, and alone. How was she supposed to be a threat to the Soul Society? What does Yamamoto take us for? Amateurs?!
Toshiro took her body in hand and sat the girl up. Rangiku came out of stupor and helped him gently raise the girl so she was upright, her back leaning against a tree. Toshiro put his hand to her forehead. She was burning hot.
"Rangiku, get a message to Unohana Taicho. Tell her she's going to have a new patient soon, and that she's very sick, weak, and scared." Toshiro informed his lieutenant. Rangiku replied, but Toshiro was too involved with the girl to notice.
"Hey, wake up. Can you hear me?" He asked the girl. She cried out fitfully, clutching at his sleeve, tears slipping down her cheeks. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Please, wake up."
Akachi heard something. Something distinguishable from the dreadful noise and static. A voice, she thought. "H-Hikashi…?" She whispered dryly. Her throat was scratchy from screaming. "It… Hurts… Hikashi…" She moaned and whined. "Hikashi….!" She bawled. She had just gotten hit with a particularly bad burst of static.
Toshiro rubbed the girl's back. "Shh. It's okay, it's okay. Junichiro-san, please wake up."
The girl raised her head and cracked open one wet, glassy eye. "J-Junichiro…? Who's that?"
Toshiro was surprised. "That's you. Your name."
She shook her head. "No… my name…. no…. not it…"
Toshiro was confused. "If not, then what is your name?"
The girl gasped, and sucked in a dry, high-pitched breath. "A-akachi… My name is Akachi…" She fell into his arms, just enough time for Toshiro to catch her.
"You name is Akachi?" Toshiro asked, holding the white haired girl in his lap now, her head against his shoulder.
"Yes… Please…. Hikashi… where…. Where is she…?" The girl groped blindly for something, tears flowing down her cheeks. Toshiro reached out and grabbed the sword on the ground.
"Is this what you're looking for?" He said. The girl grabbed it and hugged it close.
"Yes… Hikashi… Thank god…" The girl smiled once before screaming out. "AAAAAAAAGRH!" She clawed at her head, crying and screaming. "Stop! Stop! No, go away, I can't help you! No no no! STOP!" Rangiku and Toshiro jumped in fright. Toshiro rushed to her side.
"Shh, hush, quiet, it's alright, shh…" The girl sobbed into his arm, twisting the fabric of his shikakusho so tight he thought it might cut off his circulation. "Rangiku! Did you make that call yet?!" He yelled. The girl screamed again, crying agonizingly loud.
"Yes Captain! Unohana Taicho says to bring the girl as soon as possible to the 4th Divison Barracks!" Rangiku replied over the low moans of the girl.
"Good. I want you to come with me. Keep people away from us!" Toshiro shouted, picking the girl up into his arms. She shivered, feverish to the touch.
"Let's hurry." He said, quieter.
"Yes Captain." Rangiku replied.
YASS! IT IS OVER! I HOPE I DIDN'T KILL YOU YET!
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