I'm not really confident with my English since it's not my main language but I hope you could still enjoy the story.
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Eight years had passed since the fateful battle of Fake Karakura Town. For Aizen, it was a crucial point in his insane scheme, a chance to wipe out the only significant opposition once and for all. For the Gotei 13, their utmost important objective was to win at all cost because their sworn duty as the soul reapers made them could not and would not let their traitorous former subordinates achieved their twisted ambitions. So many preparations had been made for the battle, even went as far as creating a fake town to deceive Aizen and his army. Still, no one really knew Aizen's true potential with the cursed orb Hougyoku in his possession, but the Shinigami force had a trump card. They still believed no one could stand a chance against the might of the legendary Zanka no Tachi.
Things seemed to go as planned for the Gotei 13 at first. Even with the surprising arrival of a special bred Arrancar to counter Ryujin Jakka's powerful flame, Genryusai Yamamoto and the other high-ranking Shinigami managed to prove their resilience to their opponents. With the fall of Tousen and the top three Espada and their Fraccion and also the arrival of the Vizards as unexpected allies, Aizen himself and Ichimaru were the only ones left of the enemy forces. Still, they all knew better than to declare an early victory and later it was proven to be correct when Aizen once again pulled his cheap move to decimate his opponents effortlessly with the help of his illusion that had almost no realistic counteraction. Almost all of the Gotei 13's side main fighters left fatally wounded.
At that point, the Captain-Commander knew that they did not have any choices left and were ready to take full responsibility for his actions. By deciding to release his highly destructive Bankai, he would take the high risk of damaging the world of the living and disturbing the balance. Noticing this and the arrival of four new nuisances, (Yoruichi, Kisuke, Tessai, and Isshin) Aizen who was still rather far from his complete fusion took a gamble by releasing his own Bankai but with major enchantment from the Hougyoku. The result pleasantly surprised him since with the relatively untested technique he managed to flawlessly brainwash and mind-control all of his opponents including the mighty Captain-Commander whose old mind was a little too slow to make the vital decision.
Greatly satisfied with the outcome of the battle, Aizen ordered his remaining forces and his new brainwashed army to regroup and be prepared to launch an assault to the Soul King's realm. Meanwhile Ichimaru would accompany him to the real Karakura town in Soul Society to complete his plan of creating the Oken by sacrificing the town's residence. Aizen was fully aware with the Captain-Commander under his control this plan was no longer necessary since he could just use the original key that Yamamoto knew the whereabouts, but his sick mind reasoned that having a spare key would not hurt. Human lives were not worth that much to him and he believed they all should be grateful to be sacrificed for his effort since in the end he would be their 'god' after all.
Not much time needed for the Soul King and his palace to fall effortlessly on Aizen's hand with hardly any resistance. A new era of blight then began when the insane former Fifth Division Captain of the Gotei 13 completed his Hougyoku fusion and ascended to his so called godhood. Every known realm save for Hell fell under his domain and became mere places for him to shape however he liked. Every life form, humans, souls, hollows and everything else without exception were nothing more than the objects of his 'godly' will to bend the way he desired. No one dared to question him because even if he was not bothered to show his immense power, all of the possible armies that possessed any threats had fallen under his command willingly or not.
Soul Society and Hueco Mundo had not seemed to change much, but it was just because the new god had not yet been interested enough with those worlds to make any drastic changes. The surprisingly still survived Coyote Starrk was tasked to watch over Soul Society along with the mind-controlled Shinigami in Seireitei. Meanwhile, the revived Baraggan Luisenbairn had been granted his throne back in Hueco Mundo by his new god. They were in charge of their respective realms, but still had to answer every time their master issued commands with no question. At the very least, things didn't look that much worse in both realms on the outside aside from the very noticeable dark and gloomy atmospheres that let no one be delusional enough to believe nothing was wrong.
The most interesting but very much disturbing changes had happened to the world of the living. The humans had become nothing more than their new false god's playthings. With the newly developed absurd religion being forcefully spread all over the world, they were all had no choice but to worship Aizen as the only god. Select few Arrancar had been ordered to act as the 'prophets', leading the 'chosen' humans with decent spiritual awareness to work as the priests and priestesses. Every known government had been under heavy influence of the absolute religion and would obey every command from their new god, be it all out wars with each other or even mass genocides. All of those tragedies happened just to serve as Aizen's sick amusement and entertainments.
Somewhere in a nearly unrecognizable ruin of a city, a lone six feet tall male figure was walking on a dark, debris-filled street. The cold wind of the night slightly ruffled his snow white hair that showed its bright color momentarily when the moonlight was able to get past the heavy grey clouds for just a few seconds. Anyone with decent spiritual awareness could notice he was not human even though he looked pretty much like one (an exotic looking one) and wore a rather normal looking outfit. The black turtleneck, black fingerless gloves, and the also black trousers tucked under a pair of knee-high metal combat boots didn't make him look suspicious if he didn't also wear a long katana at his left hip. The sword itself would get him hunted or even executed if it got noticed by the government because it signified who he actually was, a possibility of the last surviving opposition to their so called god.
The young adult, Toushiro Hitsugaya was forever grateful to his Zanpakutou's Spirit Hyourinmaru for saving him from a fate worse than death underneath Aizen's control. The ice dragon's humanoid form had appeared soon after his master was cut almost in half and secretly took the by that time still child-looking Tenth Division Captain to the Frozen Heaven, his private spirit realm. Unintentionally the teal-haired spirit's bold action had not only spared his Master from Aizen's Bankai, but also given the worlds a last glimmer of hope. For around five years, Hitsugaya had spent his time in that spirit realm recovering and training with no company save for the ever faithful Hyourinmaru. The one good thing among all those misfortunes was his physical form had grown rapidly along with his prowess during his time in the Frozen Heaven. Sometimes he even wondered why he didn't make a trip there sooner…
It was not until he decided to leave the frozen realm to finally face the real world that he felt the full weight of the situation. Immediately he went sneaking around the worlds to gather information and hopefully could end up with some sort of plans. Alas after seeing the blight Aizen had brought upon the worlds with his own eyes and accepting the fact that he didn't even have one ally left made him fall into a deep despair. All of the training, hope, and determination had quickly ended up as barely more than fantasies. To put it simply, the ex Captain felt so small against Aizen and his army, his mind-controlled friends and allies, and the entire world all at once. Not even the wildcard Substitute Shinigami and his gang survived. They all also had fallen under the false god's will.
The memories of Rangiku Matsumoto and her constant annoying pattering for him to loosen up and have some fun are surprisingly the reason he could keep himself together. Those years of listening to her words had made them branded into his subconscious and for him to try some of them. Thanks to his genius mind, he developed a bracelet like device that made him visible to normal eyes without the need to use a Gigai. The device helped a lot when he decided to go out to socialize and 'have fun' with people 'his age'. At first he was slightly uncomfortable when nearly all females' eyes strangely turned toward him, but he stood his ground and continued on his mission to loosen up and 'have fun'. Though after engaging a few light conversations with various young men and women, he concluded it was as bad as he first imagined.
Surprisingly or not, the deciding factor in practicing the 'great' Matsumoto's lecture came when a very attractive older looking lady offered the teenager looking Shinigami to accompany him for the night. Fighting hard the awkwardness and dilemma, he accepted the offer and let her join him at his place to have some 'real fun' together. From that point, the ex Captain finally realized the true essence of his Lieutenant's teachings and reluctantly admitted their importance if he wanted to keep going on his crusade against Aizen. From time to time when the immense stress and loneliness became too much, he went to nearby towns to fetch a woman or sometimes more than one to keep him company and from going insane. Morals be damned, it worked and for the greater goods.
However that night was different, in that destroyed city he was not hunting for ordinary women or human ones for that matter. His target was the one woman who was in charge of the world of the living since the new god's reign. A powerful woman who he had fought in the past moments before his fall to the brink of death, she was the one and only deadly beauty Tres Espada Tier Harribel. From the information he had gathered, she had gotten a new title as the 'Arc Angel' of Aizen's accursed religion. Humans highly praised her name and treated her as a holy entity from the bible even though almost none of them had ever seen her. Rather surprising news really, because from the short time he met her in the past, he doubted she even cared with that sort of things.
Arriving at a long abandoned park, Hitsugaya stopped his track to survey the surroundings. Ruins and more ruins everywhere, the city that once full of life was just another casualty and result of the false god's twisted sense of amusement. No one wanted to witnessed the shadows of full misery in that place, even a battle hardened Shinigami like him. He was only there because he had found the completely deserted place could also represent as a unique sanctuary for wounded souls, an ideal place for the Espada of sacrifice to often spend her free time. At his current position in the middle of the park, he could feel her skillfully suppressed Reiatsu from on top of an outrageously still standing skyscraper, one of the few left in the city. Keeping his own Reiatsu tightly suppressed, he quickly headed in her direction with Shunpo and prepared for what he doubted would be a smooth encounter.
"I've never asked anything to this world. As long as I can get my peace it will be enough for me, but now an insolent teenager dares to disturb it. Tell me your reasoning brat, before I want my peace back at all cost." The mesmerizing aqua eyes of the Tres Espada pinned the intruder with her challenging cold gaze that could wipe out any normal persons' ego easily.
"Sorry for the disruption. Trust me I don't usually ask a lady to come home with me like this but -what the - ugh I don't' need to be this polite with her, right?" The male's apparent nervousness caught her special attention, resulting in one golden blonde eyebrow being raised at him.
"Okay, I don't know if you still remember me, but I've met you once before. (Sigh) Just listen, come with me, don't question me, don't resist me and don't fight me. Your struggle would be futile." He was getting slightly annoyed, seeing that he was normally not this awkward with women.
"Do I know you really? From your Reiatsu and what you said, I assumed you're not just an ordinary Shinigami but also… an amateur rapist." This time, a familiar annoyed vein began to form on his brow and he was sure there was a sexy annoying smirk hidden behind her high collar and mask.
"Yes, you do know me and I am indeed a Shinigami, but let me get this straight. I would never be an amateur in anything including - ugh! You got the point, even though I'd never fall that low to be a freaking rapist. Alright, the name is Toushiro Hitsugaya and yes, I have grown up a bit." He was trying to be more mature here, but the amused glimmer in her pretty eyes didn't help his situation at all.
"Ah, I remember that insecure little Captain. You know, I was actually aware of your good potential to grow up into a healthy and really good looking man. Congratulation boy, it seems you're in the right direction." She was just teasing him, he knew that for sure but at that time he wanted nothing more than to punch his own face for daring to blush at a time like this.
"Good, now I suppose you are also aware that I have not just grown up physically and understand that I was completely serious with what I said earlier. So, just give up lady. It's pointless to fight me." With that statement he put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, knowing the inevitable.
"Just because I recognize your name and have fought you briefly that one time when you were little, surely it doesn't mean that I want to go home with you, brat. Destroy, Tiburon!" Releasing her Resurreccion, the Espada prepared to battle the ex Captain seriously right away.
Hitsugaya was momentarily stunned seeing Harribel's exposed face again as she released her own Zanpakutou. He admitted she was gorgeous no doubt about that. He always thought so since the first time he saw her face. Maybe the mask remnants covering her lower face and large breasts served as a deeper purpose so only the ones who were worthy enough to make her release her true power could see her stunning uncovered form. It made him reminisced the first time he became worthy enough in their previous fight. When his past child eyes saw that face, he tried to deny that he had unconsciously developed a tiny silly and pathetic as hell crush on her. And now with his adult eyes he was doomed. He knew it and could only blame himself and his damn hormones for following Matsumoto's lectures and even entertaining the humiliating ideas.
The short moment of distraction caused the Shinigami to be blasted away with the great force of highly condensed large amounts of water. Although managing to recover in the air a good distance away, his body hurt from the hard impact. Regaining his focus, he looked at his drenched clothes in dismay and slight embarrassment but didn't show it on his face of course. What did he end up to, looking so pathetic despite his earlier boasting in front of his so called old secret crush? Fortunately, his top level's battle instinct took over in time so he could stop the ridiculous self pity and parry the female Arrancar's powerful slash. As a counterattack, a solid kick with his left intricate titanium boot at her midsection sent her reeling backwards in pain.
Harribel's stoic expression could barely hide her surprise at Hitsugaya's display of new power as she with great efforts tried to keep up with his relentless attack. The male Shinigami didn't use other tricks and techniques but his Zanjutsu and Hakuda to her greater disbelief. Had he improved that far along with his appearance or had she just gone soft? No she couldn't believe she had. It was true there had been no major battle at all to keep her skill sharp since her first fight with him, but she had never missed the necessary workouts and training. She knew real battle experience was irreplaceable. but looking at her always fit and toned body proved that she had definitely not gone soft. After breaking free from his Bakudo #73 Tozansho with much struggle, finally she admitted the boy had become a real deal. She then used her Sonido to create some distance between them, deciding to try a new trick.
"Wow, those were some pretty arousing moves you got there. I bet you also got a bunch of really nice muscles under that too covering outfit, such a shame they're hidden."Seeing her licked her plump lips, the boy's other 'sword' began to get ready on its own to his utter horror.
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? Not only making me losing my concentration, you're also trying to force me into a disadvantaged body state with your provocative words and looks." It would be so painful for him to fight with the growing bulge down there.
"Huh? How ridiculous, it's just your teenage hormones and perverted mind playing tricks on you, brat. I just meant to compliment your healthy growth. What have you been eating by the way?" Her sensual blonde eyebrows rose innocently, but the shape itself already made them look far from innocent.
"I can control my hormones just fine, and there's nothing perverted with my mind. What the heck is wrong with you really? The last time we fought you didn't behave improperly like this." Frustrated, he had never suffered this kind of disadvantage in a battle before.
"What was I supposed to do huh? Flirting with a little brat who didn't even know the word puberty? Ugh… sorry I'm not a pedophile." She had a point, but it still disappointed him seeing her like that.
"Point taken, but do you really think acting like a slut like this will make you look better? I don't find it that much desirable and you should be ashamed." He wasn't lying really, sure his body's response was embarrassing, but it was natural for a healthy male like him.
"You sure? Could've fooled me. My eyes are working fine by the way. I can clearly see your desire showing down there. Has that thing reached its full form? Hmm it already looks so big." Her shameless ogling that was full of amusement seriously hurt his stoic gentleman ego.
"Satisfied now? You want to force me to fight in this shameful condition, don't you? Have you gone that low to forget your past honor that even I still remember till this day?" He did not expect to see this seemingly different woman at all when he decided to find her.
"Calm down, kid. I'm just messing with you. It's been so boring lately. The honor is still there and will always be. I'm impressed to be honest. Seriously, in this state a defeat is all but guaranteed for me." This time, her mysterious tempting smirk could be seen clearly with nothing covering her mouth.
"That's a relief. You're a smart woman. I know that hasn't changed. You finally realize coming with me is the better option than a humiliating defeat, don't you?" An also not so innocent smirk that would never be found on him when he was still a kid began to form on his face.
"Go with you? What are you planning for an admittedly attractive older woman like me huh? Beat me up to get information? Oh, I'm not that foolish to believe you're still that innocent little Captain from years ago. Actually seeing your now hormonal teenage boy state, I wouldn't be surprised if you're planning something dirtier with this body of mine. To put it simply, you're seriously mistaken if you think I would just let you force your pathetic desire on me, brat." He thought she had quitted that nonsense, but it seemed like she was just preparing the finishing move for his honorable ego.
"You… Listen here you dumb blonde. I will never do or even think something that low! You are also mistaken if you think I'm interested in your cheap whorish look! I've gotten more than enough of that kind of shit already from my old Lieutenant to last a lifetime." Finally after many years, the once famous icy Captain of the Tenth Division of the Gotei 13 Toushiro Hitsugaya lost his cool again…
"Such an amateur liar, do you think I'm oblivious of the longing in your eyes when you look at me, you naughty boy? You should know well that beside my ample breasts there's nothing else making me similar with your Lieutenant. It also greatly displeases me hearing you calling the looks of well endowed women like us with such degrading words, you know." For the first time in this encounter, the Tres Espada Tier Harribel showed her taunting and menacing stare that was focused solely on him.
"I agree, you two are so different. Matsumoto is the embodiment of annoyance itself, but she means so much more to me than just her outside appearance, but you? You're nothing more than an image of sinful desire that I should get rid immediately to stop you from being just a worthless distraction in this world once I get all I want from you." He cringed slightly at his own cruel words, realizing how uncalled for it was and she definitely didn't deserve it.
The shock on the female Arrancar's beautiful face couldn't be missed at all, then her expression turn into the one of anger and hurt… a deep and bitter pain. She always knew and had already accepted the fact since a long time ago that her origin as a Hollow for as long as she could remember meant she would always be nothing no matter how strong she became. Her worthless existence would not change all of sudden just because she had managed to overcome her Hollow's barbaric instinct and developed some sort of emotions. Still she cared for her kind, not just her Fraccion but even other Hollows and wished she could do something to change the way of living in her home world. Till this day knowing her limit, she had been fine with her fate. That was until she heard what he said about her, even though she didn't understand exactly why his inconsiderate words could hurt her so deeply.
To be completely honest, she could never forget the amusing little Captain she had fought years ago. At first she was annoyed and slightly intrigued by his foolish bravery. How could with all of the high-ranking Shinigami to fight against, she ended up fighting a small brat wearing a Captain attire? However to her surprise, beyond her conscious mind she slowly began to develop senses of respect, admiration, and fondness for his courage and determination that seemed undeterred by the judging or demeaning words and stares around him. Years later in this unexpected second encounter with him, she couldn't help but feel somewhat excited to see his growth, hoping that it was beyond just a change of physical looks. Now she found out that he had indeed changed, but to her deep disappointment he had become such a typical barbaric male.
"Die you arrogant, brat! Resurreccion: Segunda Etapa!" Hearing the hateful shout, he concluded that facing a completely furious woman was the worst situation he ever imagined.