Gunslingers To The Last
Momo Hinamori made the picture of defiance. Though bound to the chair via reistu-blocking rope, she kept her head high. One could almost believe she wasn't the one on trail. Her crime was that of bringing in a number of souls through to the other side with their memories intact. It had been so long since it had last happened, that the archivists had to go into stacks for law books so old they creaked when opened. What they found was that such incidents were punishable by the repossession of the perpetrator's zangpakuto and any and all powers.
That was the suggested floor sentence. The ceiling could be as high as obliteration of the soul from existence. Of course, the punishment depended on who was brought over, and why. Hence, the trail.
"Lt. Hinamori, you have been brought before this board on the charges of direct soul transferring the souls of Henrietta, Rico, Claes, Trielia, Angelica, Elsa, Petruska, and Beatrice. This is on top of ordaining them with the artificial skills they had in their false bodies. And if that wasn't enough, you organized the Quincys, our sworn enemies, and brought them here. What do you plead?"
Not bothering to raise her head, she answered through her loose, pink hair. "I went to the world of the living, gathered its best soldiers, made them into the crack unit they are, and saved your sorry asses when you couldn't even wipe it." Pausing to let her words hang, she looked up, and looked at the board with her now sky blue eyes. "I plead guilty as charged. And I want it on the record that the very idea of this trail is an incarnation of insanity. I bent a few rules here and there to save this place, and instead of a parade, I get a cell, as does my squad. When another egomaniac decides to pull an Aizan, don't even hope for help if this is the reward they'll be given.
"Another item for the record." Looking up at the sky through the hole in the dome above her, she smiled softly. "Venice truly is beautiful."
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Just a Bleach and Gunslinger Girl crossover idea I need to get rid of. If anyone wants to write a full version of this and fill in details (such as how Momo mad it to Italy away) feel free.