Resident Evil - Soul Society
I do not own Bleach nor Resident Evil.
Arrival
A mark has been hit…and that mark, marks a year within Soul Society. It hasn't been done in a long time, but today, it is occurring once more. This event, is a mandatory gathering of shinigami, whose powers are remarkable within the Thirteen Division Imperial Guards. During this time, the aforementioned shinigami luckily chosen will enter the King's Realm. They are not to stay within the Royal Palace of course, but they are to keep outside of it. A simple task is done, the chosen are, interviewed. Needless to say, interrogated, in a way.
With Central 46 still being reformed, their intelligence cannot be deemed valid by the Zero Division. All the governing powers of Central 46 were passed down to the captain-commander of Soul Society. It was the previous governing bodies' who traveled to the King's Realm in the past. With them gone, the Thirteen Divisions are now responsible for this task.
What must be done is to report on, and provide information on the activities and events that had taken place in the years that had passed since the last visit. Such an easy, monotonous, yet boring task will take a large amount of time. Much talking, organizing, and boredom will surely enslave the most adventurous of the bunch.
Now is the main question…who will replace the responsibilities and duties of those who are to leave?
Towards the farthest reaches of Soul Society, deep within the dead forests of the chilly north, came together the captains and assigned subordinates. Standing and waiting in the cold, snow drops from the sky ever so slowly. Here, was a clearing in the forest, scorched by previous captains in the far past. A great source of energy surged from the center of this clearing, its very pressure tingling in the bodies of these captains. It must be the gate, still asleep.
"Damn this slow-ass gate." Cursed Zaraki, captain of the bloody Eleventh Division. "Can't we get on with it already?"
"Enough with your complaining, simpleton." Let out Kurotsuchi, growing irritated at the savage's rants. "Learn patience for once."
A sharp stare came from Zaraki towards Kurotsuchi, as though he wanted to rip apart that awkward face of his. The blood-thirsty captain was ready to draw his zanpakuto any time now. As the calm, and collected researcher stood firm. He stared at Zaraki as if he were some inferior organism.
The old fart… A sudden chill ran through Kyoraku's back, what was the feeling? He'd better haste his pace if he wants us to leave in one piece.
The captain-commander's office has a wide sweeping view of Seireitei, and has Yamamoto's replacement entrance by the scene. The man stares out, and Yamamoto stands firm, holding his wooden staff planted on the ground. One tap, and the man clad in black shifts his attention to the captain-commander without surprise. The elder's shut eyes showed some astonishment, but only for a moment. Erecting his back, "I pass down to you the position, of captain-commander of the Thirteen Division Imperial Guards. Do not abuse your standing in power." Added Yamamoto, slightly opening his eyes in a stare.
His replacement did not falter, even for a single glimpse, he stayed composed through the whole ordeal. "There will be no surprises or problems. I guarantee you that." Said the man.
Slowly lowering his eyes, "If you speak of treason at this very moment…" He turns around to face the door, his captain haori flapping in the wind, "…I will not hesitate to kill you." With this, he leaves his office.
"Yama-jii!" Shouted Kyoraku as he catches sight of the man emerging from the forest. He waves with a smile on his face, but was replied to with a stoic face that caused Kyoraku to stop.
Yamamoto approaches the source of power that had been growing stronger by the minute at the center of the clearing, with the gathered shinigami watching. The old man slides his haori off, and drops the top half of his shihakusho. Digging both of his arms into the ground, a fountain of reiryoku sprouts from underneath. It was escaping into the sky, as Yamamoto counter this sudden stream with his reiatsu, swatting this energy away from the others. Carefully, he raises his legs to lift up what was looking to be a black tablet.
Within mere seconds, Yamamoto pulled out a third of what was a tablet through. The tablet continued to rise as he covers his body, and slings his haori over his back. In the center of the clearing, was a large black onyx slab. A single linear cut ran through the middle, and it looked like one giant door.
Ukitake was impressed at this marvel, "But, how do we summon this door to open?"
The captain-commander slowly approaches the door, and with a single tap on it with his wooden staff…it opens.
Yamamoto's replacement stands out in the balcony, with both his hands holding the rails. Looking out proudly into the vast Seireitei, he raises his sunglasses with the tip of his middle finger. "The position to be captain-commander of the Thirteen Court Guards…that position, is now mine."
Footsteps come from behind, and he turns to see a man wearing a white jinbaori over his standard shihakusho. "State your name."
"My deepest apologies, sir. I am Sasakibe Chojiro, lieutenant of the First Division." Said the man, bowing his head slightly. "Is there anything you need at this moment?"
"Hmm…" Thought the temporary captain-commander, "…I feel a little thirsty, a beverage, perhaps?"
"May I interest you in tea?" Offered Sasakibe, who held an invisible grin from his captain.
The man on the balcony stood silent for a moment, and finally replied, "A cup of London Fog."
When Sasakibe heard this, he was surprised. Very surprised he was to hear that from his own captain! Maybe not his own captain, but technically he is his captain. How long he had sought to hear a response other than green tea. With a rare smile on his face, he leaves the room.
Outside, at the Second Division's courtyard, assembled many of the squad's members. Several of the Special Forces that are within the Second Division are still on duty, and were not able to make it on time. Even with them away for this first meeting, a crowd of over fifty men stood. That does not even make up a third of the entire squad. There, they awaited their temporary captain and lieutenant. It was a cool autumn day, and it felt fine to be outside. Yet, it has been over ten minutes the planned time.
Two people can be heard arriving from behind the group, it sounded like arguing. A man and a woman can be heard, coming from the barracks' connecting halls. Finally the bickering stopped, and from the sliding door emerged a petite girl accompanied by a well-built man.
"I'll be here to stand in Sui-Feng's place, nice to meet you all!" Said the eccentric young woman, her fighting gloves and amber bandana showing great spirit. Her outfit was similar to that of Sui-Feng's. Her lieutenant just looked up towards the crowd and made an open hand, raising it as a greeting. His sleeves were ripped from his uniform, tattoos lining his right arm.
Someone from the crowd whispers to a fellow shinigami next to him, "This is a complete surprise. The new captain is a bit taller than our captain…she's pretty cute too."
A female shinigami from behind the two added, "I like the new lieutenant…" A sensual smirk came about her face, "…no longer do I have to be harassed by that ass, Omaeda!"
Inside the Third Division's mess hall, all members sat before their captain, who stood on the raised stage. The men who were sitting down felt low, and very uncomfortable before their new captain. The man stood with his hands akimbo. Instead of wearing a regular top, he wore a tight black shirt under his captain's haori. His hakama were tied by pads at his knees, the cuffs then tucked inside combat boots.
"Cowards, maggots, weaklings, and those who don't have the guts to even make love to their women…I will definitely make you grow a spine within twenty-four hours!" Announced the new captain, who sounded like a drill sergeant from the physical world. His subordinates couldn't stop thinking about his harsh words, or stop staring at the red beret that topped his head.
I hope this is a dream… Thought Kira.
The replacement for Unohana stood amidst the people in the Coordinated Relief Station. Her brunet hair was parted to the left side of her head, which is then pulled down to a low ponytail. A choker was hanging around her neck, with an olive green peridot embedded at the center from the back. Its glitter was mesmerizing towards the eyes of Hanataro, who stood still carrying supplies just to stare at this jewel.
"Pretty." Murmured Hanataro, as several others passed by the young man.
Unohana's replacement turns back to face Hanataro, with a smile. Bowing her head slightly, politely, "Thank you."
The leader of the Fourteenth Relief Team grew a wide grin across his face, energy filled to the max. He lets one hand let go of the heavy box he had been holding onto to wave, "Your welcome, ma'am!" The box was too heavy for one arm, and he clumsily drops it to the ground; its contents scattered on the floor.
Hanataro quickly kneels down to retrieve the dropped medical supplies of his squad. Scampering and scavenging as fast as possible, a young woman with short brown hair approaches the him. She crouches down and helps the troubled kid. After collecting all that was on the floor, Hanataro apologizes, "I am very sorry about the trouble I have caused you. I am really sorry!"
A smile was what he received in return, which swiftly brought Hanataro's self-esteem sky high once more. "I'm so happy." He said, with tears coming from his eyes…with a really huge smile.
A large gate was obstructing the new captain of Fifth Division. It was impossible to scale such a gate, even if he ran up to it. Wall-running was too much, with a heavy bag slung over his shoulder. "Maybe." He said, dropping his pack to the ground gently.
Backing up towards the opposite wall of the street, he held one hand onto the white stone. Pushing his eyebrows closer, he sets off with a kick off from the wall, dashing towards the gate. Sprinting with amazing speed in such a short distance, his first foot stays on the wood for a split second. After raising his knee to have his other foot against the gate, it was perfect.
With his left foot knelt towards the gate, and his other straight, pointing towards the ground, he lifts his body up with his left knee as a pivot. Lifting both arms up as he bolts up, it wasn't enough. The top of the gate was merely inches away from his reach. Falling down to the ground, he wipes away sweat from his forehead, pushing back his blonde locks to reform his fringe. "Heh."
Hinamori was heading back to the Fifth Division, and suddenly sees a strange man outside of the gate. With her back against a wall, hidden from the man's view, she studies him. Seeing the captain's haori surprised her, who might this man be, really? Gulping, she holds onto the saya of her zanpakuto. With another peek at the man from the corner, the guy turns around. Hinamori's heart skips a beat as she made eye contact in that mere moment. Dropping to her knees, and both hands down on the ground, she's in a panic.
"Will you, uhh…help me with the door?" Asked the man, whose head was popping from the side of the wall. He looked, non-aggressive, was the first impression Hinamori got as she took another look at this man. Getting back up to her feet, she sweeps away the dirt on her hakama. The girl nods energetically.
The replacement of the Sixth Division walks through the halls of the barracks. The tread of his boots echoed through the silence that engulfed most of his new subordinates. At once, he stopped after passing by twenty people. This was too awkward, even for him. Why can't they say something? Is he really that ignored? Forgotten?
Looking down, he stares at his two gloved hands. Opening his palms, Many, I've killed… And he drops his right hand, …Many, I've abandoned… And he drops his left, For the sake of accomplishing what is necessary.
A female member of his squad approaches him, rather in fear. He stands before this woman, not certain of what may be scaring her. He lets out an open hand to let her speak. Yet, there was no response. Rather irritated, he crosses his arms.
Those red orbs stared into her very being. It was, terrifying. This man is terrifying. Why can't he be normal? "Captain, do you have, asthma?"
A tall man, wearing a trench coat like haori sat in the fitting chair of the Seventh Squad's office. His eyes scanned through a book he held by his lap, his legs crossed in a leisurely manner. Licking a finger to turn the page, his office door suddenly opens. A man wearing an eye patch drops a small packet onto the desk. "This will finalize your position. Make sure you go over it."
The young man was demanding. Even for a new captain, he thought this position would be much more easier. To say, more respect. He lets down the book, and stands from his seat. Moving beside the desk, he sizes the man. Bending down to meet his face, he couldn't help but look at the eye patch. Raising a hand, he digs his fingers into his left eye socket, pulling out a red eye.
"Sir, I'm fine. Thank you though." Responded the man calmly, his eyes closed after taking a quick glimpse at the eyeball covered in clear ooze. He was sure to be hearing something splat on the ground. Still waiting, he hears something insert somewhere squishy…and the captain moving away. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
The Eight Division's captain was not present. Although he can probably be found inside a tavern in Rukongai. After another ochoko, or small cylindrical cup of sake, the captain asks for another from the bartender. A tug to the back of his haori sends him out of the stool. With his ass up in the air, he can't even get himself up properly without 'slipping'. "Ay dios mio! We're sinking!"
His lieutenant, a woman wearing glasses grabs hold of his ear. The harsh pull of it was enough to make him cry out. The bartender makes a halting gesture towards her, "Don't worry, I'll have him pay for his drinks later." With that, the two leave the bar.
Hisagi went through his day like any other. After hearing news of replacements for captains, and an event that he never heard of before, he wondered if a temporary captain was needed for his squad. Even without a captain, he was able to have the squad operate properly without hassles. Thinking about it, even if a captain was chosen, shouldn't he or she have arrived by now?
One of the few captains to have not been chosen, is Captain Hitsugaya. Alone in his office, stamping document after document, he was unsure of why his lieutenant was taken. But, not himself…could it be? "That my lieutenant exceeds me?"
Suddenly, a knock on the door.
"Enter." Said Hitsugaya.
After a few moments, the door stayed shut.
"Enter." Repeated the captain.
Still, nothing.
The impatient boy stood from his desk, pushing back his chair towards the window. A faint cracking sound came from behind, but the irritated captain didn't notice. Moving to the door with his shoulders broad, he takes hold of the knob and slams it open. Jutting his head out onto the hall, he quickly looks both sides. Nobody. Probably left already. He thought with a sigh.
Turning around to face back, he notices that his chair has been turned around, to face the window. Slowly approaching his desk, the chair spins around. A woman stares at the boy with seductive eyes, she raises her legs atop the desk, her legs crossed, the heels on the documents. The long black skirt, folded here and there on Hitsugaya's desk. The woman places a hand to her silky face, bandages lining her arms. Her kosode was small, and it actually fit perfectly to the woman's figure, the sleeves only to drape over her shoulders. Captain Hitsugaya stares at her concealed face, A red scarf…
A girl, of seventeen, sat bored inside the fighting hall of the Eleventh Division. There were men, all sweaty and stinky from their sparring. It was a pig sty to her. The entire place seemed to reek. She held her nose, with her eyes nearly shut. Someone approaches from behind, and upon turning around, she met with purple eyes.
"Miss lieutenant, I, too, find this sight disgusting. Let us get away from here and have ourselves some tea." Said the beautiful man. She couldn't help but mesmerize at the feathers on his eyes. The man offers a hand, and she takes hold. As she is pulled up, her pink hair band falls off from her blonde locks.
The captain, who was observing his subordinates, grabs the hair band. His face was concealed by the hood of his haori, and his sleeves were undeniably long. A strong, yet aged hand held the pink accessory. The girl then takes it from the man's hand, as Ayasegawa watched in silence. "Thank you." Said the girl, but the man in the hood continued to watch the sparring that went on.
Within the heart of the Twelfth Division, stood the captain replacement for Kurotsuchi. The haori of this captain was rather sleek and slim at the top, but was cut at the front from the waist. There was still some fabric left from the back, making a tail on his captain's garment. To Akon, a member of the research institute, it looked more like a tailcoat than a haori. He stares at the cup which Rin recently gave him. His eyes reflecting off the dark liquid.
"Here you go, Akon!" Rin said gleefully, while handing him a cup of something. The kid runs off into the lab, to continue his work. With Akon all left with but a cup of something he doesn't have an idea of, he just stood there.
It's been in his hand for over half an hour now, it was pretty hot when it was given to him. May as well taste it now. Taking a sip, he was able to drink it, but there was a little problem…it was very bitter. He realizes that it was coffee, and not some abominable concoction the kid made. Rin…add some cream and sugar next time.
The younger Kotetsu, Kiyone, walks along the veranda of the Thirteenth Division's barracks. She was left here in Soul Society, with Kotsubaki chosen to aid Captain Ukitake instead. Stupid Sentaro! Raged the girl in her mind. If only I were the Lieutenant…that I might've been the one to accompany Captain Ukitake! Suddenly, images of Kaien Shiba flashed in her mind. After that, she stopped in her tracks, feeling a bit horrible for mentioning the vacant lieutenant's seat.
Kotetsu slides the shoji doors, and notices that the temporary captain was already fast asleep on his futon. She creeps up carefully, and sits next to her captain. The man was young, with long flowing hair…not to mention handsome. She couldn't help but stare at those vulnerable lips. Her head goes blank, and a wretched smile crosses her face, as her fingers wiggle like a pervert as her body towers the sleeping man. Shaking her head, she stops and sits back down with modesty. Letting out a false cough, "No, I already have Ukitake-san."
The haori hangs at a wall in the room. The very end of the bottom of the jacket had cuts that formed strips of spikes. The upper parts were much more defined, being tighter above the abdomen. At the end of the sleeves were cuffs, although they were only sleeves folded backward. Kotetsu wonders at the unusual haori. Her silence was suddenly cut off as something slimy and undulating splat on her head. "EEK!"
Inside the pathway between Soul Society and the King's Realm, Ukitake suddenly turns around. With a tense and worried look on his face, Kyoraku asks, "Something the matter, Jushiro?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." Replied the troubled captain.
It had only been moments since the passing of the position for the captain-commander. Relaxingly sitting down in a large chair, he drinks up the last of his tea. Lowering the cup onto the saucer, he hands his cup to Sasakibe. The man then shifts his body towards the desk, his fingers crossed, his elbows against the wooden structure. His eyebrows were furrowed, but his mouth was hidden from view. Who knows what may be troubling him?
"Chojiro." Said the captain-commander.
As the refined lieutenant prepares to take the tea cart away, "What is it that you may need, captain?"
"I know that technology here is not as, developed as that of the real world." He stated. "Do you know of a method of communication over far distances?"
After a few minutes, Hell Butterflies were let out from the balcony of the captain-commander. These relayed but one message towards the captains, "This is lieutenant Sasakibe: Captains, along with their lieutenants, assemble in the Captain-Commander's office."
The captains and their lieutenants gather up at the captain-commander's door. The door was reddish in color, with gold outlines. It was large at that, it's jade double handles as tall as a grown man. The replacements wondered why the door has to be that huge. They felt like being in a manga.
"Long time no see, comrade." Said the drill sergeant of the Third Division towards Hinamori's captain. A look of boredom crossed the face of the man with the blonde fringe. Slowly, he unsheathes his katana a third way through. The captain with the red beret stares at the blade, and spits, "I already overcame my weakness, you fool."
A look of confusion overcame Hinamori, and Kira just makes a gesture to dismiss this thought. The two weren't sure what was between these two captains in the first place. More or less, every acting captain and lieutenant. The two lieutenants look back at the Fifth's captain, having a conversation with the medical captain of the Fourth Division. The two looked like good friends, but Hinamori couldn't see very many smiles coming from her own captain. She grows worried.
As the two captains converse, the lieutenant of the Fourth Division approaches the Second Division's high ranking officers, "How's it going? Is he off the hook?" She asked, looking at the man with the tattoos on his right arm.
"Not yet…it took me a pretty long time to find him again." She said, while playing with her fingers, as she stared at the ground.
"Ooh…" Teased the female lieutenant. A chuckle came out from the tattooed man.
The drunken Spaniard of the Eight Division hides behind his lieutenant. He couldn't help but stare at the tall man of the Seventh Division. "Do you know him?" Asked his lieutenant.
"Protégeme!." Replied the still intoxicated captain. A dumbfounded look was all that stayed on his lieutenant's face. Although soon, her captain leaves her back, and joins in on the conversation of the Fifth Division captain. She also sees the tall man of whom his captain was fearing head towards the captain of the Eleventh Division. She felt left out, so she just followed her captain. The person whom she met in the little group was actually a friend of hers.
Kira sees his captain stand impatiently, his arms crossed. A woman with a red scarf approaches his captain. It was apparent that Kira was eyeing this woman. "Izuru-kun?" Asked Hinamori.
The Third Division captain looks behind the woman, "So now you're takin' orders from some kid? You really will work for anyone, wouldn't you?" A pout from the woman was the reply.
The girl that stood beside the hooded captain of the Eleventh Division caught sight of her parents. Both of them made it to the Twelfth Division, and a hand is laid on her shoulder. Looking up, she met with the kind eyes of her captain. She hadn't really looked at his face that much, but he seems like a really nice man. With a nod of approval, she hurries towards her parents.
Hinamori and Kira then walk to Kotetsu, who appears to be alone. Kira lightens up a bit, to cheer the girl up. Hinamori grabs the girl's gloved hands, and before she could speak, Kotetsu already answers, "My captain is asleep. I don't think he's still ready."
"Hisagi." Started Hitsugaya, "If Kiyone Kotetsu's captain is actually present here in Seireitei. What about your captain."
"I have no idea, Captain Hitsugaya." Replied Hisagi, his head bowed a bit.
Renji Abarai was able to arrive for the meeting just in time. Busy with paperwork back in his own office, he forgot all about this switch. He was amazed at the people who gathered. Staring at the haori of the captains, only the Ninth and Thirteenth captains aren't around. Wait, even his temporary captain wasn't around.
Turning around, his eyes suddenly met with red, glowing orbs. For a moment, he was silent. Suddenly, he yells out, "Hwaa!"
The irritated captain crosses his arms in dismay. Another, terrified by the mask he wore. From the numerous experiences he's had in his life, those terrors are not enough to faze 'Mr. Death.'
The infamous question earlier, "Uhmm, might you have asthma?" was asked by Abarai.
The large jade gates of the Captain-Commander's office slowly slide open, the guests mesmerized at its moving. Sunlight flashed through the entrance, accompanied by a breeze from the open balcony. An overlooking view of Seireitei was beyond the balcony. The ceiling was towering, being supported by strong columns. The little scent of Earl Grey lingered in the room. Only a single desk with a chair was in the room. The Captain-Commander's crossed fingers can be seen past his shadowed form. Just a faint red glow is seen from his figure.
"We will have you, introduce yourselves, if you please." Said Sasakibe politely, a short bow afterwards.
The petite captain of the Second Division gladly steps up first, with an amateur salute, "Rebecca Chambers, reporting for duty!"
Her lieutenant, didn't say anything, and was pulled by the arm by his captain, "Y-Yo…Billy Coen."
Rebecca pouted as she made fists, "Show some more respect, will you!" The reply she got was for her lieutenant to scratch the back of his head. A look of boredom was easily spotted.
The militaristic man of the Third Division stomps to the stage with pride, "Jack Krauser." He then just steps back into the crowd, not another word.
The troubled subordinate of Krauser moves up, alone, "Kira Izuru, here…"
"Grow a spine, you worthless wimp." Complimented Krauser, his arms crossed with his eyes shut. Kira turned around, with a sorrowful face. He couldn't get himself accustomed to the constant insults…or were they compliments? Words of encouragement?
Both the members of the Fourth Division move up, "Captain Redfield accompanied by Lieutenant Valentine." A polite bow was followed after from the two.
The captain of the Fifth Division looked at Claire and Jill, how professional and culturally correct they were. He wondered what he should do…
"Captain Kennedy!" Shouted Hinamori, concerned.
"Ah! Oh." Uttered Leon. "Yeah, just call me Leon." Directed by him to the Captain-Commander. Although Hinamori took it the other way and thought her own captain wanted to be, familiar with her. She had her hands on her cheeks, her hips moving from side to side. Leon couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Maybe he needed to understand some things first.
Renji stood beside his captain, his finger tinkering below his chin. He had a dumb look on his face as he stood before the Captain-Commander. As his captain just silently stood in place. The many layers of clothes he's wearing, was a puzzle to Renji. It must've been hot in there, was his concern. What made him feel awkward the most was this breathing coming from his captain. It sounded like it came from that one movie he saw together with Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia.
"Lieutenant Abarai?" Said Sasakibe, worriedly.
"I'm fine, and this is…" He said, but stopped as he stared at his captain.
The masked man just turned around, and headed for the door. He left without a word. Sasakibe was ready to retrieve him, but his captain raised a hand to let the man be. To leave in such a fashion was rude, but the Captain-Commander didn't seem to give many regards to it. To himself, "Agent HUNK, what a coincidence."
"Iba Tetsuzaemon, lieutenant of the Seventh Squad." Said the man with a slight bow.
"His captain, Bitores Mendez is also in presence." The large man said. "I won't bow down, to no man."
"Orden de restricción, por favor." Said the Eighth Division's captain.
His lieutenant smacks the man's head with the log book she was carrying, "Please excuse Captain Sera's behavior, for he is intoxicated." She coughs to clear her throat, "I am his lieutenant, Ingrid Hunnigan." With that, she pulls her captain by the ear to step back.
Hisagi went up by himself, "I-"
Hitsugaya cuts the man off, "Lieutenant Hisagi's captain is apparently late." He then crosses his arms. "I am the captain of the Tenth Squad, Hitsugaya Toshiro."
The boy didn't seem to show much respect to whomever the replacement Captain-Commander was. It was too quick of a deal to have chosen these people. They weren't what he would consider the best of choices. Heck, he would rather have had Kurosaki as a replacement captain within these ranks. Maybe the Quincy too, or the two other humans. He was fine if it was somebody he could trust. Trusting this bunch wasn't an easy job for him. Maybe everyone else feels the same?
His lieutenant's elbow is on his head, her hand touching the fabric against her cheek. She was practically leaning on the boy, and he could feel her chest on his back. He was unfazed, but rather felt a little irritated inside. The woman said indifferently, "I'm his lieutenant, Ada."
The hooded captain of the Eleventh Division stepped before the Captain-Commander. He held an iron staff on his right hand, the infamous 'Los Illuminados' symbol erected at the tip of it. It was obvious to Leon and Ada, to who was under that hood. Krauser just spat to the side, with disgust as he had been staring at the man ever since he got here. It was none other than, "Osmund Saddler, right before you."
The man turns around quickly, his haori following him. His lieutenant looked at him, and then faced the Captain-Commander, "Sherry Birkin! Nice to meet you!" She nodded her head, and ran towards her captain, who was already heading out the door. "Wait up!"
"Sherry!" Shouted the Twelfth Division's captain, his hand reaching out for his daughter.
"Let her be, William." His wife said, holding onto his hand. "I'm sure she's just worried for her captain."
"Annette…" Said William, gripping a little bit more, as he stared at his engagement ring. The captain refreshes himself with a deep breath. Straightening his back, with his hands drooping down his sides, "Captain and Lieutenant Birkin, presently here."
Kotetsu moves up, her hands together at her lap. She looked flustered, and quickly bows down with her hands straight, "My captain is unable to attend today, but I'm sure he'll be alright soon!"
"Please, we would like the name of your captain." Urged Sasakibe.
The girl was left blank, but a voice resonated in her head, which she then voices out, "James Marcus, is my captain."
The sound of the Captain-Commander's chair being pushed back echoed throughout the room. Kotetsu raised her head, surprised at this reaction. What might the Captain-Commander know about her captain? She just stood back up, and joined her comrades. Sasakibe looked worried as he looked at his captain. Fixating his dark shades, he slicks back his hair as he sat down.
"Yo." Said somebody who had just entered the room. A glad look with a hand towards his fellow Shinigami. Before he can take another step into the room, energy flows out from the Captain-Commander. It was pure black, with golden outlines. Those red eyes stared at the man who had just entered the room.
"CHRIS!" Screamed the Captain-Commander as he bolted straight at the older Redfield. He quickly takes hold of the man's throat, and spins around to fling him across the room. His throw made the man fly past the other Shinigami, and straight out of the balcony. The strong force made a violent breeze, that it was unbelievable. For a second, Hisagi caught a glimpse of Ada's underwear. Well, that's what he saw. After that, a loud crashing could be heard from below.
"Wesker!" Shouted Claire, her hands ready to draw her blade. Jill already drew out her blade, holding it by one hand to her side.
Rebecca was confused, and couldn't help but look at what is happening. Billy simply stood before her, stretching his arm out to keep his captain away from the conflict. "We'd best sit this one out."
Krauser stomped his way to get in front of the Fourth Division's leaders. His hands akimbo, "We can't help it, if Wesker is our boss."
Ada, still leaned against Hitsugaya, let out a sigh, "He's right…"
"But still!" Let out Leon, "He's the reason…the reason of so many lives!"
The regular Shinigami within the room, couldn't catch up. Sasakibe walks up to his captain, and gestures the two women to let down their blades. "We must fulfill Captain-Commander Yamamoto's wishes. It was his decision. Let us embrace it."
Jill withdrew her katana, as Claire let go of her blade's hilt. Jill let out a sigh, as Claire hurries out the room. Jill took another look at her former S.T.A.R.S. captain, and leaves the room to accompany Claire. Krauser lets down his arms, and walks towards the balcony, to take a look at the poor Redfield down below. He let out a whistle as he measured the drop.
Leon follows afterwards, with Hinamori by his side, "Where are we going, Captain Kennedy?"
"I've got to help a friend of mine." He answered calmly.
Ada let out another sigh, and walked herself out of here. William pulls on his collar, "If you excuse us." The Birkin couple leave within seconds.
Luis was held within Hunnigan's arms, she looked annoyed. Dropping her captain, he hits his bottom on the floor. Rubbing on his butt as he stood up, Mendez gave the man a death glare. Luis panicked, as he was still intoxicated. He ran out of the room, with Hunnigan having to chase him.
Mendez gave a nod to Iba, and they leave.
Hitsugaya held an interested face. "This'll be, worthwhile."
A/N: The story sets off, and this is how the ordeal of our zombie ass kicking characters start.
