A roar echoed around the Soul Society. It was enhanced with the spirit pressure that could only belong to one man.
An almost evil presence loomed over the normally sunny and bright Soul Society, and Captain Unohana shivered, calling for her squad.
When the arrived on the site, bodies littered the ground, and the blood curling scream swirled through the air. The rage so thick in the usually pure air you could almost see it, tainting everything it touched. Rainclouds gathered in the sky.
"Captain Hitsugaya?" The squad four leader murmured. Hitsugaya looked at her, then returned to staring out over the carnage. "Zakari..." He muttered. The members of Fourth began to patrol the area, searching for people worth saving. Hundreds dead... this was a catastrophe.
In the center of the clearing, sat a large, unmoving body. It was sitting in a crater. "Yachiru..." Suddenly, the clouds broke, and it poured. Like the sky opening was a sign, the large body began to shake. A sob shattered the silence of the clearing. Squad 11 approached their captain, they too sat, still in the rain, and stared at the small pink haired girl in the large man's hands.
"Yachiru..." Again, the name was spoken, barely a whisper. It began to circle back, going like ripples in a pond to reach the members in the back.
Tears fell, mixing with the rain, and the fiercest, most ruthless squad in Seireitei cried.
"Good bye... Yachiru. I'll see you again."