Directors note:
T.S.M.S proudly presents the first season of our Bleach roleplay in full script as it is actually read. There are just a few things you have to accept: one, Gin is not evil; two, Renji's mother's name is Uno, and she is alive; three, everything I tell you is true in my version. Who cares if it's true in the real thing! XD. This fanfiction was named for its theme song.
Credits:
Plot line: Voishen
Characters are roll played by either Sam or Tara.
Editor: Yagton
Through Fire and Flames:
Season One of T.S.M.S's Bleach Roleplay
By: Voishen
Chapter One: Children Are Such A Pain
The screen is black and all you can hear is a voice.
Taro: My name is Taro Abari Kuchiki. I was born in the climax of a war with the enemy know as Hollows…A war my kind has been fighting for all of recorded time. In my life, it would end….My best friend's name is Neyoshi Kuchiki…
Shows a busy hospital room where Hisana is giving birth. She's screaming and sweating a lot. Her nails are digging into the sides of her nightstand. The screen shows Byakuya standing outside, pacing. He stops and looks up when Hisana screams. He shakes his head and keeps walking. One of the doctors walks out of the room.
Byakuya: How is she?
Doctor: She's doing as well as we would have expected. It won't be long now.
Byakuya winces as Hisana screams again.
Byakuya: Can anything be done to console her?
Doctor: We've done what we can. Is there any-
Rukia and Renji come running down the hallway.
Rukia: We're here! I am so sorry it took us so long, we just got the news.
She stops and pants a few times as her husband catches up to her. Renji sighs; births are boring to him, and noisy. Another loud shriek comes from Hisana's room.
Byakuya takes on a helpless expression for once. Rukia notices but doesn't know what to say. Hisana yells again, accompanied by encouragement from nursing staff to keep pushing. Byakuya grits his teeth.
Renji: So how long did she hold it?
Rukia: Renji! That's a horrible thing to say, you know how hard this was on her!
Byakuya: 29 weeks. Everyone was surprised.
Renji: Not bad for someone who wasn't supposed to be able to have a kid.
Hisana shrieked again, this time louder then before. The nursing staff picked up morale. Byakuya's mouth hung open slightly as the commotion started. Hisana continued to yell for another minute or so before she paused to catch her breath again. Rukia couldn't help but notice the break in her brother's cool. Byakuya really did look like a father, scared shitless (I loved Juno).
The nursing staff conglomerated in "that's it's," and "good jobs," and "just a little more"s, and "come on, Lady Hisana"s. Rukia pulled on Renji's sleeve to make him wake up. It must have been 2:00 am. Then they heard it. The fall in noise…the breathlessness…the sort of silence that's legendary. Byakuya was holding his breath.
Taro: It's hard to imagine my best friend's voice so shrill and high, but I think it would have sounded kinda like a burping kitten.
Byakuya turned to mush as a baby began to cry. Rukia smiled at Renji, who didn't seem to get the big deal.
Taro: I was born a year after that. Neyoshi and I grew up in completely different worlds…
A two year old Neyoshi played with his wooden sword while whooping and hollering in the courtyard. Byakuya watched from nearby.
Taro ran down the streets with a bundle of rice, avoiding his father who was running full steam after him.
Renji: Come back here, Taro!
Taro: I would often go stay with my grandmother whenever my parents had to go on an assignment. One time I stayed the whole summer. During my stay there, I picked up some new words.
A four year old Taro is messing around with some rice bowls. Uno walks in and asks for one.
Taro: Nh' way ya' older woman' I'ma getting me sum rice!
Taro: I also caused a lot of trouble. You see, I kinda had this thing with spices…
A bunch of people run out of Uno's rice stand barfing and holding their guts. Most of them clamber into the same outhouse. Then a loud fart noise is heard with a bunch of dust flying up from the outside.
Taro: For that little incident I was banned from the rice shop and sent to live with other family, namely my aunt and uncle.
A six year old Taro comes walking up with a piece of paper in his hands. The wind's blowing behind him and his hair's gotten in his face. He looks like he's about to cry. He sniffles then adjusts his shoulder bag. The camera pans out and shows that he's in front of the Kuchiki manor. Taro walks up to the largest doors he can find in hopes that it's the front door. A servant opens it.
Servant: Ah, Master Taro, I'm glad to meet you.
Taro: He wouldn't be for long. The Kuchiki clan apparently had a huge supply of spices for me to cause more untimely defecation with!
The servant and a few other high ranking men all run out of the house barfing and holding their stomachs.
Taro: Everyday, I would walk down the hall and there'd be Neyoshi. I never knew the kid very well, but when I walked down the hall, I could almost swear he wanted to talk to me. But there was always someone there with a sharp eye on him. And for that matter, I started noticing people watching me too.
A five year old Taro goes walking down the hall alone. He passes Neyoshi, who is looking dead ahead with a stoic look that imitates his father's. His eyes are fixed ahead the whole time they approach each other. Then, just as they pass, Neyoshi glances at Taro for a second, not changing one facial muscle even; but it was enough.
Taro: Then one day, my Dad and my Mom came home after a whole summer away.
Rukia and Hisana were sitting side by side with their sons on either side of them. Renji and Byakuya were training in the courtyard in front of them…which Taro wasn't interested in. Just two old guys (not really) fighting for no good reason; he got to see this every week. What he was really fascinated with was the kid on the other side of his aunt. Ney… blah blah something. He had been trying to talk to this kid his entire summer, and he wasn't about to go home unsuccessful. In his mind, enough was enough! Taro leaned back and turned in the direction Neyoshi was in.
Taro: Hay kid, kid-d-d-d-d….
Neyoshi moved an eyebrow in irritation. He frowned, then creased his face back into a look of clam.
Taro: KID!
Taro almost yelled at him. Rukia and Hisana looked at one another and understood what was going on. The two smiled. They had predicted the meeting of their sons for years. Their fathers didn't seem to notice. Neyoshi leaned back in a similar manner to Taro.
Neyoshi: What!? You're causing a scene!
Taro: I'm Taro. What's your name?
Neyoshi: I am Neyoshi Kuchiki, future 29th leader of the Kuchiki clan.
Taro: Oh… okay, do you want to be my best friend?
Neyoshi blinked at him and his face lightened; the offering of friendship seemed to spark interest in him.
Neyoshi: What do best friends do?
Taro: You know, play games and take care of each other and stuff.
Nayoshi: Okay.
Taro: Funny thing was, after that we did become the best of friends. We did everything together. Neyoshi was the coolest guy in the world. Byakuya wasn't happy, though.
Byakuya argues with Hisana. Neyoshi and Taro watch through the window.
Taro: But he cracked eventually.
Byakuya stood in front of Taro and Neyoshi with a lot of distain.
Byakuya: I feel that you two boys are definitely going to cause problems, but in the interest of keeping my son happy, I will allow you two to be friends…On the condition that you never act boyishly in public or misbehave in front of your elders. You may only be…silly when you are in my home or the Abarai family household. Understood?
Taro and Neyoshi both nodded their heads eagerly with excitement.
Byakuya: Good. You two are dismissed.
The two of them laughed and ran off into some new game.
Taro: We've stayed best of friends, too.
Years later. Taro and Neyoshi are now 18 and just finished with passing their exams to judge what company they will join. The captains have yet to watch the demonstration where the candidates show their skills, but the test is over…Taro is relieved.
Taro walked down the road, dragging his feet as he passed. He yawned and rubbed his chin with boredom. He turned and began to pace in front of the Kuchiki manor.
Taro: What a bore, can't that Neyoshi hurry up! I know his dad likes to question him, but this is stupid!
Neyoshi slid open the door and walked out into the street. He sighed and shook his head.
Taro: So, how'd it go?
Neyoshi looked up and hummed for a second in question of what he just said.
Taro: I mean, he didn't kill you or anything.
Neyoshi: Well, I'm not dead and that's all I can say for it.
Taro and Neyoshi began to walk in the direction of the examination hall.
Taro: Come on! He didn't expect you to get one hundred percent!?
Neyoshi: I'm sure he did!
Taro's contorted his face to disgust.
Taro: Nah!
Neyoshi: Um, yah, yah. I think he really did.
Taro: Phew, he needs to get out more. Nobody gets one, Oh …Oh percent-tile.
Neyoshi: I missed three points in Basic Battle Theory.
Taro: Ouch. That's his thing too, ain't it?
Neyoshi: Yah…he got 99 when he tested.
Taro: But, dude…you got 97, that ain't the end of the world. That's actually an exceptional score. That's damn hard to even come close to. Do you know what guys would do to get that score?
Neyoshi: I don't know, what would you do to get that score?
Neyoshi smiled, knowing his best friend didn't like tests. Taro stopped walking and put a hand on the back of his neck, getting ready to brag about something.
Taro: Well, you see, I wouldn't trade dirt for your score, cuz… I GOT A BETTER ONE!
He smiled from ear to ear as he said it.
Neyoshi: No way! No way did you score better then me!
Taro: Not all around I didn't. I got an 84 in Kido and an 80 in Soul Society History. But I did get a one hundred percent in Basic Battle Theory.
Neyoshi: …
He was not amused. He promptly turned on his heels and walked a little faster to their destination.
Taro: Oh, come on! Don't get sore about it. I just so happen to rock at all things Battle Theory. If you want help, you can ask anytime.
Neyoshi: And bow down to you? Never!
He almost had to yell his retort from the startling distance he had gained on his friend.
Taro: Well, suit yourself!
Meanwhile Matsumoto was busy trying to track down her children.
Rangiku: Where on earth are they?! Don't they know they have a demonstration to do today?
Gin walked in from their bedroom, still putting on his captain's jacket.
Gin: Sorry Ran, can't help yah. I have to go and see the other captains before the demo, 'kay?
Rangiku: No problem. I can get Izuru to help me. But before you go…
She stopped and turned to look at him.
Rangiku: Did you hear about Ai going over to Ukitake's last night?
Gin's smile dropped for a moment.
Gin: She what now?
Momo Hitsugaya stuffed another bagel into her mouth as she got ready to sprint for the examination hall. Toshiro himself was also running very late. He ran through the house in a pair of boxers and socks yelling something about getting his Zanpaku-to out of the case. Momo ignored him and continued to eat.
Toshiro: Momo! Do you know where my undershirt went?
Momo: I think I saw it in the laundry hamper.
She had almost spit out her food when she replied. She finished tying her sash and made a break for the door.
Toshiro grabbed her by the back of her shirt and grunted to tell her no.
Momo turned to face him.
Toshiro: Good luck, and…don't do anything stupid. Please, just be careful.
Momo was completely distracted and not listening to her father at all.
Momo: Yah, okay, bye dad. I gotta run.
She gave him a half-ass hug and ran off out the door. Toshiro stood there and sighed, letting his shoulders sag with the weight of his plight. Fatherhood was a business he both loved and dreaded.
Toshiro: If only you could see your daughter now. chuckle She's old enough to disregard me and everything. Oh, Momo, the things you've missed.
The groups of students collected outside the examination hall and slowly started to pour in through the doors that didn't seem to serve their purpose. The captains all met in a room behind the normal judging area.
Yamamoto: As you are all aware, many of you have children going into companies. I have mixed feelings about their joining our ranks. You are aware of how much I encourage talent like I know your children possess; but I can not favor them just because they have captain class parents. They will be placed where I feel they will do the most good. That may mean that they don't wind up in your company. I expect you will accept that, and understand my decision is for the betterment of the Soul Society.
The group nodded. Those who had no connection to the topic just nodded their heads at those who did.
The captains all filed out of the backroom and took their spots on the judging area.
Yachiru: Hay, Kenny?! Do you think we'll get any good people this year?
Kenpachi: One can't ever really say. It seems like theirs a good chance though. With all the captain kids and all, although it doesn't seem really likely I'll get any of them…
Gin: What are you talking about? I'm sure Byakuya would just love to have his only son go through the hell that is your company!
Gin sneered as he spoke in a sing song voice.
Yachiru: Really?
Izuru: Sorry, Yachiru, that was the very unobvious version of my captain's sarcasm. (Really it's hard to tell when his face doesn't change.)
Yachiru: Ohhhh…Okay then!
Ukitake came walking over to the table and sat down slowly and lazily, letting himself flop face first onto the counter. Renji, who was sitting right next to him, looked somewhat appalled at the man.
Renji: What's the matter with you?
Ukitake: I am so weak!
Renji: Did that girl of Rangiku's get you again?
Ukitake: It's sick and wrong and I know it…yet some how…
He stared to cry a little in dramatic effect.
Ukitake: I can't resist her beauty!
Gin: Who can't you resist now?
Renji and Ukitake both span around and gave their biggest cheese coated smiles.
Renji/Ukitake: No one!
Taro and Neyoshi were sitting and talking with some fellow classmates. Neyoshi was talking to Tiburon, and Taro was busy telling Momo everything he knew about ranch dressing. Hisana came walking out of one of the side doors and walked over to the group of graduates.
Hisana: Neyoshi! Neyoshi! Neyoshi Kuchiki, where are you?
Neyoshi stood up and walked over to his mother.
Neyoshi: I'm right here, what's the matter?
Hisana: Oh nothing, I just had a few things for you. Here's your lunch, your inhalers, a lucky rabbit's foot, a toothbrush, a sharpening kit, a second lunch incase you get hungry, and here's the stuff Taro left over at our house last week that I keep forgetting to give back to Rukia…"
She rambled on about the stuff while she handed it over to him. He grew a deeper shade of red each time. Soon the pile of useless supplies became extremely difficult to see over. Neyoshi kept trying to tell her to stop, but she was being so sweet it was hard to complain over a dull whimper…which wasn't the manly thing to do anyway.
After Neyoshi had been loaded up and Hisana had retreated to her place by Byakuya, the whole hall stood quiet with anticipation. All side conversations had died down and the last of the spectators had just climbed the loud metal bleachers.
The Captain General finally stood up to begin the demonstration.
Yamamoto: I'm sure you all know what to do by now, so… you may begin.
The entire crowd of children suddenly erupted into a violent storm of clashing swords, battle cries, and Zanpaku-to special attacks. All was total chaos.
Neyoshi found himself in the midst of a bunch of people who felt it was a good idea for them to pick on the captain's kid. One of them clashed blades with him, and another gave him a swift kick to stomach. Neyoshi grabbed the foot and threw it into the next attack of the blade. The two collided in blood. Neyoshi ducked beyond his foes in hopes of finding better equals. The ringing of blades completely incased his world as he tried to move forward.
Neyoshi: Damn it! There's no room to breathe! I can hardly move, let alone strike!
Suddenly, the crowd parted in a great violent eruption of retsu. The students around him went flying to his sides. Neyoshi himself dug his blade into to the ground in order to stop himself from flying off. The great blast of red color left him blinded for a few moments. He was brought back to his senses quickly by the brush of some person on his side moving to the source of the attack.
Tiburon charged forward in his normal fashion. His movements were quick and efficient. He didn't waste time or effort in his seldom placed blows; he ran forward onto his foe. The boy in front of him had carrot colored hair with purple eyes and an incredible Zanpaku-to that gave him memories of swords he had seen belonging to captains. Tiburon rushed him anyway. Their blades met with a high C; their movements could have been reflections: Tiburon moved to the left and his foe moved to the right. The two of them stayed locked. They each put more pressure on their opponent in order to get space, but they found their strength to be parallel. They both broke apart, careful to get out of the other's striking distance. Tiburon had to move more because of a shorter Zanpaku-to, but found his movement to be just enough to knock himself into the hordes of people behind him. And just like that the crowd engulfed them and Tiburon's foe was lost.
Taro soon found Neyoshi in another multiple opponent fight. Neyoshi was hacking away in frustration at the people in front of him while the others attempted to use the little knowledge they had of their weapons to show off. Neyoshi delivered a butterfly kick to a boy's face. The boy's nose had been relocated to his cheek. Taro drop kicked the guy for Neyoshi then used his Zanpaku-to to block another attack from the side.
Taro: How are you doing?
Neyoshi: I've only been scratched.
Taro: Really? I took a nasty one to the ribs.
Neyoshi blocked another assault from a girl throwing daggers at him. He caught the two daggers thrown and threw them at another foe. He then jumped backwards, landing on his hands and mule kicked the girl who threw them.
Neyoshi: And why would you do tha-?
He knife-hand-chopped a boy in the throat, removed his Zanpaku-to and stabbed through the opponent coming towards him. Neyoshi panted shortly for air.
Neyoshi: And why would you do that?
Taro: Oh, I took the blow for Momo. I think she got hit anyway, though.
Neyoshi: Well, that sounds useless!
His voice rose to a yell as he choked a boy in a headlock. Taro slapped Neyoshi's victim and snapped him neck.
Taro: It's quicker that way.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Neyoshi stumbled as the person next to him fell over, dead in his path. Taro looked up, noticing the bright light from a higher up window. The whole room turned in curiosity to see the disturbance. The window broke, sending glass everywhere. Many of the students ducked or exited the mob to get away from the panic. The crowd on the stands all leaned away from the windows which seemed to all be breaking now. A boy with white hair and a creepy smile flew in standing on top of his Zanpaku-to. He reached the ground level and jumped off grabbing his sword as he fell.
Haburi: Am I late?
Gin: Just in time for the closing bell.
The crowd realizing that it was almost over, all made a quick dash at the nearest person in an effort to get in one last strike.
Old man Yamamoto raised his hand. Captain Komamura stood up and roared to silence the chaos. The students all quickly dropped what they were doing and stood in attention. Komamura sat down, satisfied with his work.
Yamamoto: Thank you. This demonstration is over. We have taken notes on all of you and are happy to say you all seem to be doing a fine job.
He then turned to the families on the bleachers.
Yamamoto: You may, at this time, collect your dead.
The children all exited talking to one another about their success.
Toshiro sped through the crowd to where his daughter was, looking for her amongst every group he passed until finally he found her on a bench. Momo sat there clutching her hand, which was gushing with blood. Momo cursed under her breath as she tried to stop the bleeding. Toshiro squeaked with terror and ran over to her.
Toshiro: Momo! Are you alright!
Momo: I'm fine dad, just lost two fingers, that's all.
Toshiro: That is not something you say "that's all" about! About where did you lose them?
Momo didn't quite catch what he was going to do, but she answered anyway, lest he be cross.
Momo: Um, about over there…
She pointed with her good hand to the left far corner of the hall. Toshiro ran off in search of her fingers, diving (literally) in piles of guts blood and dead kids.
Momo: Oh, come on! There is no way you are going to be able to find my fingers in all that!
Toshiro: Found 'em.
He walked by her, grabbing her good hand with his, and leading her off to the hospital, freezing the fingers as he walked.
Toshiro: This girl will be the death of me yet!
After a six hour wait at the hospital, Momo had fallen asleep on her father's lap, still caught up in the drama of the day. Toshiro hadn't been able to sleep at all.
Toshiro: This is the same hospital I lost her in. What was that, seventeen years ago? God, how time has passed… Seems like I just talked to her yesterday…
Ukitake walked out of one of the back rooms.
Nurse (to Ukitake): Now, remember, a condom won't protect you from the danger of passing it on, you simply have to stop letting her take advantage of yo—
Ukitake covered her mouth when he spotted Hitsugaya in earshot of them.
Ukitake: Thank you for your time nurse, I get the point.
He walked over to his fellow captain. Histugaya became aware of Ukitake's presence immediately.
Toshiro: Oh, Ukitake, what brings you here?
Ukitake: Oh, you know, cough just making sure cough I'm not dying too soon.cough cough chough (no, really, he's coughing, the guy is actually sick in that kinda way.)
Toshiro: I understand.
Ukitake: How long have you been waiting?
Toshiro looked at the clock on the wall.
Toshiro: At least six hours now.
Ukitake: Wow! That's incredible! We're down that badly in heath staff? I didn't know! Maybe it's just the rush from the exams. Oh, well…
He paused for a moment, noticing Hitsugaya's particularly bad mood.
Ukitake: Hey, nurse! cough cough Would you mind mending my friend's daughter's fingers quickly? I don't think that's too much…
Nurse: Well…um, sure, bring them in and we can get her fixed up…
After Momo gets her fingers fixed up, she and Toshiro are going home. Momo is still half asleep, leaning on her father's shoulder. Toshiro is guiding her as they walk through the halls.
The next day, at a class for all the graduates and those who just want to get caught up with their knowledge of Hollows.
Ukitake: Okay, now who can tell me what the most dangerous type of Hollow is?
Neyoshi raised his hand; being the best in the class, he normally spoke first.
Nayoshi: Those would be the Arrancar Vasto Lordes, who are also Espada.
Ukitake: Yes ,you're right in the sense that those are the best fighters...
He let everyone hang on a string for a moment.
Ukitake: …But who can tell me who the most dangerous are?
Ai: Would those be the Natural Born Arrancars?
Ukitake: Yes! That would be them. Very good, Ai.
Ai blushed and popped her gum.
Ai: Thank you!
She winked with her comment. The whole room sighed with the knowledge of their affair.
Ukitake picked up where he left off.
Ukitake: Ai is right. The Natural Born are considered to be the most dangerous out of all the Hollows, even though we do not consider them to be better warriors then some of the Espada.
Ukitake went over to his desk and took a drink of water from a flask.
Ukitake: Where do Hollows in general come from?
Everyone just shrugged; most of them were too bored to care.
Ukitake: No one…no one at all. Fine, then. I will start answering my own questions. Hollows come from the souls of people who pass on, yada yada yada, we cover that in your basic training…The point is, Narual Borns are, clearly, naturally born.
The class readjusted themselves with this new information. They began to understand that Ukitake was going to tell them a whole lot of stuff they already knew before he said anything of value.
Ukitake: All of the Natural Born come from one mother, and her name is Paqueña.
Paqueña sat alone with Ambrosio on her lap. She hummed softly as she sat with him. She pulled some loose, fluffy kitten hair out of his eyes and chuckled at him. Ambrosio looked at her briefly, and went back to sucking on his thumb. Lagarto and Dionisio were arguing about a card game off in the corner of the room.
Ukitake: Paqueña is a one of a kind: she is a female Hollow, and not in the sense we think about. Yes, there are a lot of Hollows who appear to be female, but none that can actually give birth. In reality, most Hollows lack gender altogether. We just are not aware because they take on human qualities. For the most part, Hollows appear male. Many of you have noticed that you are much more likely to fight a male Hollow than a female. This is not because the female Hollows are all off somewhere else; it's because the male appearance seems to be the look most Hollows take on. However, it is true that some male Hollows do to have the capacity to reproduce. Or, at least we can assume, because we've only tested the theory that all Hollows have no gender on Hollow levels normal through Adjukans. All Hollows above that, including the Espada, we have not tested on. We have seen that some Hollows, although having the correct physiology, are sterile.
Taro: Wait. So, does that mean that somebody in research has to feel up Hollow dick to find this out?
Ukitake sighed, knowing this question was coming.
Ukitake: I think they are a little more professional then that, but yeah, that's actually someone's job.
Taro: Gross...
Ukitake: Anyway, about eighteen years ago, an entire company was almost wiped out when they stumbled across a little Hollow girl who could spit acid. It turned out that she was a female, capable of reproduction. On that day, an Espada found her and took her back to Aizen.
Neyoshi: Why didn't anyone do anything to stop that?
Ukitake: We tried, but at the time we had no idea how to deal with her acid. At least twelve of our men were killed because they charged her and got hit with her vomit.
Taro: Wait now, vomit?
Ukitake: Yes. Vomit. She spits up worms that are coated in acid. We think that's where it all comes from. Now, can we please continue? Paqueña is a Hollow who we do not know the exact origins of. All we know is that she's here and she is capable of giving us troub–
Haburi: What kind of trouble?
Ukitake: Well, over the past eighteen years she has given birth to 57 different Natural Born Hollows. Of those 57, 4 of them were what we consider to be Vasto Lordes level Hollows. They were all male.
Haburi: And what makes them so dangerous?
Ukitake: All of them have identical retsu to Soul Reapers.
Everyone sat up straight and some people started to say "what?" and look at each other in disbelief.
Taro: Does that mean that we could have a Natural Born Hollow amongst us right now and not even know it?
Nayoshi: They'd be able to use all the same techniques as a Soul Reaper! And with the amount of retsu that they already possess, they would be close to second captains simply by being born!
Ukitake: Don't worry, though. All four boys are too young to do as much damage as their superiors do. For now, the strongest of the Espada are still the worst of your worries. The reason they're dangerous is because they make good spies.
Ai: What are the names of the Natural Borns?
Ai: I don't want to be caught off guard. What if I already know one of them?! Yikes!
Ukitake: The eldest is named Aledjandro; the next is named Dionisio, then Lagarto, and the youngest is Ambrosio. Reports from new missions tell us that Paqueña is pregnant again, and this time with a girl. That poses even more outcomes we cannot yet consider.
Neyoshi: That must be the reason they're telling us this, so we're informed when they start giving us orders to do something about the situation. It doesn't sound to me like they're going to be ignoring a threat like that.
Neyoshi: One more question?
Ukitake: Sure. What?
Neyoshi: Who's the father?
The screen shows a pair of feet with black sandals walking down a hallway in bad lighting. There is s soft click as they hit the floor.
Ukitake: Ulquiorra Shiffer.
The screen moves
up to meet Ulquiorra's face level. He glanced downward then raised
his head so he faced forward in a sort of confident un-enthused look
of lethargy.
The whole group was stunned. To most of their
knowledge, Ulquiorra was one of the Hollows that you just ran from
when ever you were given a chance. He was powerful enough to kill
anyone of the captains they so greatly respected. Maybe old man Yama
could stop him, but no one else. The concept of him having children
he was endeared to was frightening. Momo gulped.
Momo: No way would I last five seconds against some one like that!
Taro: I wonder if his kids are anything like him…
Ulquiorra walked forward at a steady pace, blinking slowly every now and then. Then he felt something under his foot. He looked down not changing his face at all. A chew toy in the shape of a star was on the ground.
Ulquiorra: ¡Haga cuántas veces yo tengo que decirlo recoger sus cosas! (How many times do I have to tell him to pick up his things?!)
Ulquiorra walked down the hall with the toy in hand. He paced over to a large door (white like the rest of the building) and knocked on it.
Paqueña: Come in!
Ulquiorra opened the door slowly so not to disturb any of them.
Paqueña looked up from Ambrosio and smiled at him. Ulquiorra walked over to a small lion-like Hollow on the ground, who was apparently one of his children. He handed over the chew toy. The cub latched on to it and rubbed his head up against his father's hand in thanks. Ulquiorra stood up and walked over to Paqueña. He sat down on the bed and looked at her, waiting from some kind of remark from her at his presence.
Paqueña: You know, I don't mind if you don't knock, this is your room as well as mine.
She smiled in a belittling way at him. Ulquiorra just shook his head, growing a bit of a smile. He laid his head down in the right crook of her neck and kissed it. Paqueña rolled her eyes; Ambrosio made a face when both of his parents ignored his existence on Paqueña's ever shrinking lap. Paqueña moved away from Ulquiorra and picked up Ambrosio. She chuckled at his face and kissed his forehead.
Paqueña: Sweet little one, what's the matter with you?
Ambrosio made his face again and hummed. Paqueña just hugged him to her chest and hummed back at him in a more musical tune. Paqueña dropped her expression and set Ambrosio down next to her. She rubbed her stomach and smiled.
Ulquiorra: What?
Paqueña looked at him like he was stupid, which he didn't much like.
Paqueña: Oh, just more kicking. She's been doing this all day.
At once, Ambrosio crawled over to his mother and put his face up against her belly to feel the movement. Lagarto and Dionisio both got up from their game and hurried over.
Dionisio /Lagarto: We want to feel, too!
They both clamored onto the bed and put a hand on her stomach. Dionisio pushed Lagarto, but Lagarto got his footing. Ulquiorra found some space to feel too. They all sat there for a few moments like that.
Lagarto: Is it over?
Paqueña: You sound disappointed?
Dionisio: Oh well. I got better things to do anyway.
He and his brother both stood up and got ready to go leave the room.
Ulquiorra: And where are you two going?
Lagarto: Oh...we were going to go see what Grimmjow was up to.
Ulquiorra: ¡Grimmjow, que desechar! (Grimmjow, that trash!)
His words were in Spanish, which normally meant he was mad (or just saying something to himself). His tone was no different, but everyone knew he wasn't happy. Lagarto and Dionisio cowered for a moment in fear of their father's wrath. Paqueña tapped Ulquiorra on the shoulder. He turned to her for a moment. She gave him the "sit out, I'll handle this" look.
Paqueña: Boys, you both know that your father doesn't like Grimmjow very much…much less when you two are around him. Can't you go find something else to do?
Dionisio: Like what?
Paqueña raised an eyebrow.
Paqueña: You could go find Lord Aizen's waxing kit and use it on the Gillians over in the barn.
Dionisio and Lagarto smiled and looked at one another in devilish approval. They both nodded at their mother and ran off.
Ulquiorra: ¿Cómo es que cualquiera mejor en todo? (How is that any better at all?)
Paqueña: ¿El heno, yo los conseguí lejos de Grimmjow, y eso es todo que importa el derecho? ( Hay, I got them away from Grimmjow, and that's all that matters right?)
Ambrosio made a face to tell them he wasn't happy.
Ulquiorra: Well, if you don't like not knowing what we're saying, why don't you learn to speak the language?
Paqueña: Um, Ulqui…he can't even speak yet. Isn't that asking a bit much?
Ulquiorra: Perhaps you're right.
The children all went off to find out who's team they had made on their first day of becoming true Soul Reapers. Taro and Neyoshi had found their ways to the front of the line.
Taro: Who do you think you got?
Neyoshi: Anyone but my father if I'm lucky!
The list:
Name: Company Officer
Neyoshi
Kuchiki 11th Kenpachi Zaraki
Taro Abari
Kuchiki 10th Toshiro Hitsugaya
Ai Ichimaru 7th Sajin Komamura
Haburi Ichimaru 3rd Gin Ichimaru
Momo Hitsugaya 11th Kenpachi Zaraki
Tiburon 10th Toshiro Hitsugaya
Nanba Kurosaki 10th Toshiro Hitsugaya
...etc.
Neyoshi: Well that's... pretty bad anyway...
Taro: Alright! I can deal with Hitsugaya!
Toshiro pushed through the crowd of people until he came to the list. He threw Taro and Neyoshi to the side, despite his small size. He took one look at the list, gasped and ran off to go speak to Yamamoto.
Toshiro burst into the Captain General's office in what could be described as panic.
Yamamoto: What is it, Captain Hitsugaya?
Toshiro: You put my daughter in 11th company? Under that murderer!
Yamamoto: Calm down, Captain Hitsugaya. Anger does not suit you.
Toshiro: How can I when, as we speak, my daughter has to report to the most dangerous company in the whole Thirteen Court Guard?
Yamamoto: I had assumed you wanted her there.
Toshiro: HOW WOULD YOU GET THAT IDEA!?
Yamamoto: If you can't calm down, I will have you thrown out.
Toshiro took a deep breath and sat down on the floor.
Toshiro: I am sorry…it's just, this makes me very nervous.
Yamamoto: I understand. I think there is something you should see.
He reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper. The paper was a form written by Momo that stated she wanted to be put into 11th company. Toshiro was shocked and frozen.
Toshiro: Why...why didn't she tell me?
Yamamoto: I can't say.
Toshiro stood up and inclined his head to Yamamoto.
Toshiro: I am sorry for my disturbance and my rudeness, sir.
Yamamoto: I understand your anxieties, Captain Hitsugaya. It's not easy to take care of a child without the help of a mother, especially with a girl like Momo.
Momo walked into the building that all 11th company members were supposed to report to. She opened the doors and poked her head in to see what was going on. The building was completely empty except for lockers, a few practice dummies, and some weights.
Momo: Hello? Anybody in here!?
She walked around the room examining the stuff.
All of 11th company: boooooogahghgdxgdfcydwfgyuigarghetrkhgnmb,cmb zxc,mbvlkafjhvk;eufhg;tjhotgtrjihougihbjklvsbkjnv.klbsf boooo boo bask!
Momo: Ahhhhiiiiieeeiii!
Momo shrieked and fell back onto her butt. Everyone came out from behind what they had been hiding behind. Laughing, a few people gave each other high fives. Neyoshi walked in after Momo and walked over to where the girl lay.
Kenpachi: We didn't scare you, did we?
Momo: Just a bit.
Momo pulled herself back up onto her feet and brushed off her clothes.
Yachiru: That was a good one, Kenny!
Kanpachi: You think so? Me, too
Ikkaku: Well, I hope so. You thought of it.
Yachiru turned and spat at him. Ikkaku dodged it this time.
Momo: Isn't there some kind of official business you should be telling me about?
Kenpachi: Oh, yah! You're right!
He whistled and someone threw him a pair of keys. He handed them to Momo.
Kenpachi: Here, these are for your locker.
He pointed over at a rusty locker that looked like someone had used Bankai on it.
Kenpachi: And that's your locker. Learn to love it!
The whole group behind him began to laugh at this.
Yachiru: I'm the second captain here, and that's Ikkaku the third seat. And over there is Yumichika the fifth seat. Don't mess with any of us. It's a bad idea. And, of course, there's Kenny, but I don't need to tell you about him!
Neyoshi: And I'm under the impression I'm your new forth seat.
All: Huh?
Yachiru was in total disgust, Kenpachi was just dumbfounded, and Ikkaku's mouth was hanging open. Yumichika didn't care.
Kenpachi: Wait, old man Yama stuck you as my fourth seat and didn't tell me?
Neyoshi: Well, they were supposed to have sent you a letter, but...
There was a pile of unopened mail in one corner of the room that looked like it had been gathering for years.
Kenpachi: Yah see, Yachiru? This is why that stuff is important.
Yachiru: Well, how was I supposed to know?
Kenpachi: Ah, never mind!
He scratched his temple and thought for a moment.
Kenpachi: Well, if old man Yama says this guy is my man, I guess I can't really argue. And if he's no,t he'll be dead within the month. I can't lose.
Kenpachi: Alright. If you're so convinced you belong in my company, tell me why.
He sat down with a thud on one of the weight lifting benches. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow like he was going to be sitting there for awhile. The rest of the company figured they'd do the same and leaned up against something or sat down.
Neyoshi: I come from the proud—
Kenpachi: Wait, you're not Byakuya's kid, are you?
Neyoshi: Yes, I am.
Kenpachi: No shit! snort Carry on, proud clan boy!
Neyoshi: I can fight, and I am knowledgeable about all varieties of Hollows.
The room stayed quiet for a few seconds.
Yachiru: Is that it?
Neyoshi: Pretty much.
Kenpachi:...I've just got one question for you...
He got really serious and looked at Neyoshi with interest.
Kenpachi: Do you love to fight? I mean, do you have it in your blood?
Neyoshi: Sir, to my clan, being a Soul Reaper is our blood. There is no honor without it, no life without it.
Kenpachi leaned back and studied his options for a moment.
Yachiru whispered in Kenpachi's ear...
Yachiru: He's cool with me!
Kenpachi: Alright, then. You can be my fourth seat, but you had better be as good as you make yourself sound.
Kenpachi turned then to Momo.
Kenpachi: Then what about you? Why are you here?
Momo: Because you don't scare me.
Kenpachi looked at Yachiru with a smile and shook his head.
Kenpachi: Then you don't know me well enough.
Momo: I think I know you just enough to understand you're not all that bad.
Kenpachi laughed as he began to speak.
Kenpachi: Oh really? Well, let's test that. Ikkaku, throw me the rope!
Ikkaku: Sure.
Ikkaku went over and got some rope out of the closet and threw it to him.
Momo: What's that for?
Yachiru jumped down off of Kenpachi's shoulder.
Kenpachi walked over to Momo. He put a hand on her shoulder and turned her so she could see the wall to her left. He leaned down to speak to her.
Kenpachi: You see that rampart up there?
Momo: Um, yes...
The hair on the back of her head stood up as she started to get where this was going.
Kenpachi: How high up do you think that thing is?
Momo: Maybe fifty feet...why?
Kenpachi grunted and stood up. Momo stared, realizing this would not end well for her. Kenpachi with one hand, picked her up threw her over his shoulders and jumped into the air. Momo kicked and screamed for about a minute before she realized that was useless. Kenpachi landed on his target and tied Momo upside down to the beam.
Toshiro came stomping into 11th company to talk to his daughter about five minutes later. He walked in and noticed the entire company was training for once…which was odd enough, considering out of all the days they were supposed to be training they only worked about 20 of the time. Toshiro looked around the group for where his daughter was supposed to be, but didn't see her. He walked over to Kenpachi to ask him about it. Kenpachi was standing up in front of the group accusing various people of not doing what they were doing right.
Toshiro: Captain Zaraki–
Kenpachi: It's Kenpachi That Captain shit isn't needed.
Tochiro: Very well, Kenpachi. Where's my daughter? I want to speak to her.
Kenpachi: Well, I don't know, somewhere around here. Look around and find out for yourself. I'm busy.
That's when Toshiro noticed the indications of retsu levels coming from the ceiling. Toshiro spun around and finally noticed Momo hanging from a rafter.
Toshiro: What is the meaning of this!?
Kenpachi hummed and turned around not really interested.
Kenpachi: Oh, right, I almost forgot about that. Just a little discipline. I had to get something straight with her is all.
Toshiro: That is what you call discipline!?
Toshiro walked over to the wall to go get her. Momo yelled down to him.
Momo: No, dad, don't worry about it! I can figure this out! Go back to your own company! They need you right now!
Matsumoto came walking in at that point.
Rangiku: Captain, we need you at 10th company. We still have to get all the men briefed and get the new recruits settled in...What is your daughter doing on the ceiling?
Toshiro: Ask him!
Momo: Go on, dad! I can handle this myself!
Matsumoto: Come on, Captain. We need to go.
Kenpachi: Yah, Hitsugaya. Get gone. We don't need you around here.
Toshiro gave Momo a look that said "you better get home soon." He turned and left with Matsumoto.
When Toshiro arrived at 10th company, all was quiet. The experienced members of his company were in rows standing by the back wall, and the three new recruits were all on their knees in the center of the room. Toshiro and Matsumoto walked in front of them and stood facing the three of them.
Toshiro: The second captain has already given you the keys to your lockers, I am told.
Rangiku: Yes, sir, that's true.
Tochiro: Good. Then let me start out by saying that I read over your past resumes, and I was very impressed the three of you all come from exceptional...(he keeps talking)
Tiburon wasn't listening to him. He was busy taking note of the fact that the opponent he had met during the demonstration was now sitting to his right.
Tiburon: I didn't think I'd wind up in the same company as this guy… I'm surprised. I thought someone like him would have gone to a higher ranking captain. I wanted to be under Captain Hitsugaya, but this guy could have easily been under Captain Kuchiki, or better.
Toshiro:...I noticed when I was reading that you, Tiburon, didn't have a last name. Is that correct?
Tiburon broke out of his thoughts at the mention of his name.
Tiburon; Yes, that's true. I don't know my last name.
Toshiro: What's the reason for that?
Tiburon: I came from one of the higher numbered districts. I am not aware of who my family is, and I never bothered to name myself.
Toshiro: I understand.
Toshiro noticed the two swords that were on his back. One of them looked like a Hollow's sword; the other one was a Soul Reaper Zanpaku-to.
Toshiro: In my company, the only time we are armed is when we go out for training and in times of alert. I'll have to ask you to disarm.
Tiburon: I'm sorry. I can't do that, sir.
Toshiro: And why is that?
Tiburon: Because. I just can't.
Toshiro: Alright…but I'll expect then that you not draw either one of your swords, or else your punishment will be four times what it would have been.
Toshiro turned his attention to the boy to Tiburon's left.
Toshiro: And you are Nanba Kurosaki?
Nanba: Yes, that's my name.
Toshiro: Any relation to Ichigo Kurosaki?
Nanba: Yes. He is my father.
The whole crowd drew in their breath as they realized this. Most of them had thought of it before.
Toshiro: I see. Well, the three of you are dismissed. You may get your uniforms in the locker rooms; they are waiting for you there.
The three of them all stood up and walked in that direction.
As they walked, the temptation to talk to this new guy came over Taro.
Taro (to Nanba): So you live with Ichigo Kurosaki?
Nanba turned and smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Nanba: No, just his son, that's all; I don't live with him!
Taro: Oh...sorry, I didn't know about that.
Nanba: I won't hold it against you; yesterday, no one knew I existed.
Tiburon: I wanted to ask you about that. Where did you learn to fight like you do?
Taro turned to Tiburon.
Taro: Hay, dude, you didn't go to the Soul Reaper academy either. How'd you like it if I asked you that?
Tiburon: I picked up most of my skills in basic training lessons I got from an old man I once knew. Everyone has heard that story. I just want to know where this guy learned his skills.
Nanba: Don't argue over it! It doesn't bother me at all!
He smiled.
Nanba: I learned everything I know from Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin.
Taro: Is everyone in your life a Soul Society legend?
Nanba: Legendary? Huh! Never viewed them like that before…
Taro opened the door to the locker rooms and held it open for the two of them.
Taro: Then what do you view them as?
Nanba: Primary caretakers, more or less.
Taro: Wait. So you're like their son?
Nanba: Yah, pretty much. They never had any kids and my dad didn't want me so I went to them and they raised me like I was their own.
Taro: Sad...
Nanba: Not really. I'm perfectly happy with it.
The two of them stood there, waiting for Tiburon to come back, who had gone off to find where the uniforms were supposedly at. The two of them searched for their lockers as they talked.
Taro: So, do you even know your dad?
Nanba: You sure do ask a lot of questions. But to answer you, no, I really don't. I've never met the guy.
Nanba: Ah! Found my locker!
Taro: I still can't find mine...
He frowned and gritted his teeth together.
Taro: Well, I'm an only child. I live with my mother and my father, and I sorta live with my aunt and uncle who are smoking rich. End of story, my life rocks.
Nanba : Yah, but...Kisuke has a PS3.
Taro:...I no longer feel bad for you, you lucky son of a–
Tiburon walked in with the uniforms.
Tiburon: Found them.
Matsumoto sat at home reading a magazine and drinking some sake. She heard the door open. She looked up from her reading. Ai walked into the room with a bit of a smile. She walked over to her mother with no hesitation at all.
Ai: Mother, I need an abortion.
Matsumoto raised an eye brow.
Rangiku: Already?
Ai: You're not surprised?
Rangiku: Not at all, actually. With your behavior it was bound to happen.
Ai: Good point.
She sat down.
Rangiku: You know you are going to have to tell your father.
Ai: Now, mother, that's cruel. I'm mad at the guy, but that doesn't mean I want him dead.
Rangiku: So, who is he?
Ai: No one you know about.
Rangiku: No one I know you've had sex with, or someone I don't know?
Ai: The first.
Rangiku: Have I raised a girl who will live like that?
Ai: Like what?
Rangiku: From man to man.
Ai: What? Like you?
Rangiku: Sure, I had a lot of men, but that was just an excuse.
Ai put her feet up on the coffee table.
Ai: An excuse for what?
Rangiku: Making your father jealous.
Ai pursed her lips.
Ai: And you think I'm trying to make someone else jealous?
Rangiku took a sip of sake and turned the page in her magazine.
Rangiku: No, not at all. I think you don't have an excuse and are looking for one. It's someone you'd like to have but know you can't. Seems like you've been trying out the people that are the farthest from that person so far, but no luck. Now you want to clean up your mess and you expect to get off without a hitch.
Ai: You seemed perfectly fine with it when I walked in here.
Rangiku: No, you misunderstand; I'm fine with it. I lived that life; how can I get angry at you for doing the same? It's your father who's going to be angry. Ai, he loves you so much. When he finds out about this, there is going to be blood spilt...so...
Rangiku looked up at her.
Rangiku: Who's the father?
Izuru adjusted some papers in a file cabinet. He carefully rearranged the files that were messy. A drop of sweat fell from his brow. He looked at the tiny splatter mark on the file cabinet in shock.
Izuru: Am I sweating?
He glanced over at his captain, who was sitting at his desk, sharpening his Zanpaku-to. Izuru cowered a little at the sharp noise the blade made. He felt his face start to contort into dismay. Izuru caught himself and smiled again at his file work. He went back to what he was doing.
Gin: Hay, Izuru.
Izuru nearly jumped out of his skin. His captain was no more then a few feet away from him, then standing behind him rather then to his side at the desk.
Izuru: No. There is no way he could know. You are being paranoid Izuru. There's no way he could know; not yet at least!
Izuru spun around.
Izuru: Oh! Captain…You scared me, sir. What is it you wanted?
Gin wasn't even looking at him; he was spacing off, looking out the window, not really paying attention to his second captain at all.
Gin: I need to you come over to my house about 5:00 tonight; Ran has some heavy lifting to be done and I don't want to do it. Think you can help?
Izuru: NO! By that time he's bound to have found out! I'm dead! I'm dead! What to do, what to do?!
Izuru: Sure, that'd be okay.
Izuru: That was not the thing to do!
Gin:
Okay, see you then. I'm going to take off, it's five minutes till
my shift is over anyway.
He turned and walked off down the hall.
Izuru stood there for a second with a hand over his mouth then ran after him. He rounded the corner that Gin took.
Izuru: Captai–
The hall was empty. Too late...
Izuru: I'm doomed.
Gin walked into his house the way he always did: careful to not knock over the vase from Matsumoto's grandmother, and narrowly fitting past the couch. Matsumoto sat on the arm chair across the coffee table from the couch today, sipping on some kind of beverage. Gin looked over at the rooms of their children. He raised his arms and pointed at the two rooms with his thumb.
Gin: They home yet?
Rangiku: Ai is, but Haburi won't be home 'til dinner.
Gin leaned his head back a little in thought, then decided to go through with his plan.
Gin put an arm on the top of the couch vaulted over it, slid over the coffee table and wound up sitting in front of his wife. Matsumoto tilted her head to the side in question of what he was doing. Gin snatched her drink from her, smelled it, and looked at her.
Gin: Starting early, are we?
Gin downed the drink and threw the cup to the side. Matsumoto leaned forward and kissed him.
They sat like that for a minute. Matsumoto finally open her eyes and pushed him far enough away to have some kind of conversation.
Rangiku: Your daughter has something to say to you.
Gin: What?
Rangiku: Your daughter wants to tell you something.
Gin: Yes, I know that. What does she want to tell me?
Rangiku: Ask her yourself.
Gin's smile faded away.
Gin: Rangiku Ichimaru, I demand you tell me what's going on.
Rangiku: I think you would take it better from her.
Gin: I would rather hear it from you. Tell me now!
Rangiku: I think you should hear this from your daughter.
Gin sat this for a moment and entertained the idea of inventing mind control. He stood up and walked over to his daughter's room. He knocked calmly on the door.
Gin: Ai, will you open the door? It's locked.
Ai: Ahhhh...can we talk later? I'm busy right now.
Matsumoto cringed knowing that, that was a mistake. Gin backed up.
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!
The door fell in. With one kick the thing splintered to pieces all over Ai's room. Some of the dust still was in the air.
Gin walked
through the door, brushing aside a piece of wood still clinging to
the hinge.
Ai sat there, cowering at her father's current mood.
Gin walked over and grabbed her arm and twisting it to one side.
Ai: Ow! You're hurting me!
Gin: That would be the point. Now that I have your attention...
He leaned down in her face. His eyes opened.
Gin: What are you not telling me?
Ai: Nothing!
She started to sob, one of her hands reached for her arm that he was holding. His other hand batted it out of the way.
Rangiku: For heaven's sake, Ai! Tell him already! This is getting out of hand!
Ai: I... I
Gin twisted her arm a little harder.
Ai: I'm knocked up, okay!
Gin dropped her arm immediately, and he went back to smiling and squinting. Ai stood there frozen and slack jaw, in absolute awe of her father. Gin sat down beside her.
Gin: Don't make that face Ai, you have such a cute face it may stick like that.
He patted her head.
Ai: Don't hurt me! I'll get rid of the thing tomorrow and - you're not angry?
Gin: At you? Never. Just a little annoyed, that's all. Not at you, though. We'll take care of this. Who would the father be, by the way?
Ai: Izuru...
She still was stuck in a haze and didn't quite know how to react to her father.
Gin stood up and tussled her hair as he walked out.
Gin: That's my girl. You can do what you like until dinner, but be at the table by 5:00.
Rangiku: Just like that?
Gin: Just like that.
It was 4:58 that night. Izuru stood outside of the Ichimaru household.
Izuru: Well, I suppose I was dead anyway... this is going to hurt, though. I doubt that he'll let me die quickly. At least I won't drown.
Izuru gulped and opened the door.
Gin: Ah, Izuru, I'm glad you're on time.
Izuru: Maybe he doesn't know!
Gin: Won't you sit down and have something to eat? I'd hate to deprive a man of his last meal.
Izuru: hopes crushed Never mind.
Izuru sat down at the kotatsu.
Izuru: So I guess you found out about our little fiasco, huh?
Gin: Please don't use those kinds of terms at my table. I wouldn't want to have to kill you before my Zanpaku-to is done baking. I plan to slowly chop you to pieces with a super heated blade, you know?
Izuru: Why am I still sucking up to this guy? He is rude and abusive. He dumps all of his work on me, publicly demeans me, treats me like I'm an idiot and then goes around and tells my friends about it. Come to think of it, I don't have any friends because of this guy!
Gin: Would you please pass my wife the butter, bitch?
Izuru's eyes narrowed and he slammed both of his fists down on the table.
Izuru: No, I will not pass the butter!
Haburi: Okay, just don't cut the cheese. (This is a funny joke, laugh!)
Ai: What's kind of sad is that you respond to bitch...
Izuru: See? You've even got them trained to do it!
Gin: Do what?
Izuru: Say things to make fun of me!
Gin: Now why would I do that?
Izuru: Because you hate me! You have always hated me, you hate me to the core and I have no idea why! And you know what, I hate you, too! You are a selfish, violent, evil bastard who does nothing but hurt the people around him. You are a horrible captain! Half the time I do everything for you! You are so lazy I have to come over to your house at least four times a week for hours, just to do the stuff you don't want to do. AND I HATE YOU FOR IT!
Everyone just sat there. Izuru breathed hard to get his lungs back from yelling them out. Gin just smiled at him, his lip twitching. His eyes, still closed, looked like thry were about to snap open.
Izuru quickly pushed the butter over to Rangiku.
Izuru: Here's the butter, Ms. Ichimaru!!
Gin's smiled suddenly dropped.
Gin: Izuru! Look out!
The Ichimaru family all ducked. Gin tackled Izuru down to the ground. A second after the two of them hit the ground a huge sedo beam ripped through their home. Gin popped up at once; Izuru rolled to the side and stood up.
Gin: Ai, Haburi, Rangiku! Get out of here! Run until you can't feel my spirit pressure anymore, then get help! Izuru! Go get the other companies!
Grimmjow landed down on the roof across from Gin.
Grimmjow cracked his neck from side to side then turned to go run
off; Gin took off running after him.
Izuru did what he was told
and ran off in the direction of the nearest company.
Izuru:
Did captain Ichimaru just save my life? And after I said that stuff
about him... he was going to kill me...And he still…Oh, now I feel
terrible!
Gin lunged forward in a barrage of sword
movements. One after another, Grimmjow blocked all of them with no
effort.
Grimmjow kept trying to get away and go do something else.
Gin: Shoot to kill!
Gin's Zanpaku-to extended in dangerous proximity to Grimmjow's head. Gin moved more to try and get him in an after swing but Grimmjow moved to fast.
Grimmjow: Damn! I hate captains!
Gin lunged forward and bringing his zanpaku-to back to its normal length, the steel finally made contact with Grimmjow. Grimmjow growled to some extent, then grabbed the blade and chucked the zanpaku-to, Gin included, into a nearby wall. Izuru soon found the 11th company and woke Yachiru and Kenpachi. Neither of them were happy to be awake.
Kenpachi: What seem to be the hold up?
Izuru: Captain Ichimaru has just engaged battle with an Espada near his home!
Kenpachi: Well, why didn't you say so sooner?! Come on, Yachiru, let's go!
Yachiru jumped up on his shoulder and hung on for the ride. Kenpachi took off running with great speed...in the opposite direction of where Gin was.
Izuru: A lot of help they'll be!
Izuru ran off to go find someone else to help him.
Gin was thrown up against another building. His whole body jerked with the impact. Blood ran from his mouth and he let go of his zanpaku-to. Grimmjow ran, then slid, bringing his elbow into Gin's ribs with a sharp crack. Grimmjow stopped for a moment, satisfied that he had beaten him badly. He turned to go leave and attend to his other business, but stopped dead in his tracks. Komamura, Ukitake, Byakuya, Toshiro, and Soi Fon were all standing there with their zanpaku-to drawn.
Byakuya: I advise you leave now, before we have to seriously injure you.
Rangiku walked up beside all of them.
Rangiku: Honey, I brought friends!
She called in a sarcastic voice. She got a better
look at how her husband was doing and quickly took on a more serious
tone. She walked around Grimmjow with Zanpaku-to in hand. She got to
Gin and tried to help him up. He couldn't stand, so the two of them
just sat there waiting for Grimmjow to move, or for the ever growing
group of soul reapers to attack. Now there was at least a whole
company of people on the scene.
Grimmjow looked around himself
for a moment.
Grimmjow: If I took them on one at a time I
might be able to take them, but in one big group like this with just
me…it doesn't seem like a good idea.
He scoffed.
Grimmjow: Fine, I give.
He threw up in the air a metal thing that was only in any of their visions for a few moments. The thing was up in the sky in just a matter of seconds. With that, he was gone.
The next morning, all the captains and their companies were out getting any information they could on what Grimmjow was doing there, including finding out what he threw. Some of the companies were patching up walls and fixing roofs.
The screen opens with a view of the Research and Devolvement department. It then switches to a view of a dark room with an examination light over a metal table where what looks like a white gigantic seed pod was laying on the table. Byakuya, Renji, Komamura, Kenpachi, and Yachiru were there, along with a few others including Kurotsuchi, the current head of the department.
Mayuri: What we have here seems to be some kind of container. It's silicate based and has a similar composition to that of a Hollow's fingernails.
Renji: Wait. So that's a Hollow fingernail?
Mayuri: Did I say that?
Renji: Kinda...
Mayuri: No. I said it's similar, not that it is. All I was implying is that this thing is definitely Hollow created; not from our world or the human world. Are you satisfied with that?
Renji: Kinda...
Komamura: What is this thing supposed to carry?
Mayuri: When we examine the inside we found traces of tin. That could mean anything, so what this thing contained is unclear.
Byakuya: Does that mean then that someone in the Soul Society would have had to have removed the contents of this thing?
Mayuri: Yes, that's true.
Komamura: Well then, what are we waiting for!? We must inform the Captain General at once before this gets ugly!
Mayuri: That will not be necessary; he has already been informed.
Renji: When did that happen?
Mayuri: Almost five months ago, when the first one of these things showed up.
Renji: Wait, there are more of these things!?
Mayuri: Six more, at least.
Byakuya: Why were we not aware of this?
Mayuri: I'm not sure. I wasn't told to inform anyone unless asked, and you were all never let in on the information. These things were being found by people in the lower districts, and even in the better class housing. Then we started finding them in the walls of our own fortress, and now we find out who's been delivering them.
Komamura: Do you have any suggestions as to what may have caused a need for one of these things?
Mayuri: Supplies, maybe. I'm not sure. I don't know what you could fit into such a small container that would do a spy much good here.
Momo and her father were taking a walk in one of the classier districts at lunch the next day after the meeting in the Research and Development department.
Toshiro: So, are you aware of what's going on?
Momo: Thing's are starting to heat up, that's what! I can't wait to finally see some action around here!
Toshiro: Momo, that's a terrible thing to say! People are going to die because of what's happening.
Momo: No one too important.
Toshiro stopped and gave his daughter a stern look.
Momo: Okay! Okay! I get the point.
Toshiro: I want you to be safe when that finally happens...
Momo went over and picked up a stack of papers out of a mailbox.
Toshiro: What's that all about?
Momo: Oh, nothing. Captain Kenpachi wanted me to pick these up, that's all.
Toshiro: Oh, alright. Do you have to leave, then?
Momo: Yah. Lunch will be over in five minutes, and I think I'm going to have to clean out another corner full of papers.
Toshiro: Alright…Be home right after your shift is done.
Momo: Alright. I'll be there!
She ran off and got ready to turn down a corner.
BAAAANNNNGG!!
Momo: Ouch!
Tiburon: Hay! What the-?!
The two of them collided head-on. Momo fell on her butt, dropping all of her papers and Tiburon fell to his side. Tiburon looked up to see who he had so foolishly run into. He blinked when he realized it was his captain's daughter. He immediately stood up and extended a hand to help her up.
Tiburon: I am so sorry! I didn't see you coming at all.
Momo: Oh…no, I'm sorry. It was my fault that I was going to fast for someone carrying...that...many...papers…
She started to drift off in thought after staring at him for a while.
Momo: Is this guy for real? He's acting like one of those gentlemen you see in movies. And he's so cute...
Toshiro saw the two of them hit one another and rushed over to see to his daughter.
Toshiro: Momo! Are you alright!? You're not hurt are you?
Momo: No not at all.
She took Tiburon's hand, and he helped her stand up. Tiburon then looked down at the papers that were all over the ground. He began to pick them up, one by one, until he had them all in a nice stack. He handed them up to Momo. It reminded her of how someone looks when they give a girl an engagement ring. She smiled and took the papers.
Momo: Thank you.
Toshiro: Where are you going at this time of day Tiburon?
Tiburon: Home, sir. My shift is over.
Toshiro: Oh. I see.
Tiburon nodded his head and bowed to the both of them. He then walked off in the direction he was going in.
Tiburon opened the door to his house and then closed it. Tiburon locked the door and threw the keys to the side on an end table. He turned around and looked at his visitor.
Tiburon: Father...what brings you to my home?
Ulquiorra: Just here to make sure you're doing alright…son…
End of Chapter 1!
Preview of chapter two:
The screen is black.
Momo:
I want you to have these, just as a gift from me to you.
Momo hands Tiburon some homemade rice balls and chocolates.
Izuru: Sir, there's a large number of Gillians and Arrancar that have just invaded the Soul Society!
Yoruichi: Nanba, this is your father...Ichigo Kurosaki...
Soi Fon: We must mobilize and fight now! Our defenses are perfect! It's just a matter of attacking with force! We must move now or be killed in our sleep!
And yes, there will be more Paqueña, I swear