Here is it! Cahapter two!! Please Review even if you hate it!
~Okamira
The alarm sounded, shinigami came pouring into the courtyard of their battalions as a solitary shinigami flash stepped into the building with the Japanese kanji for 'one' written on it. The shinigami quickly ran to the first door and, not waiting for entry to be granted, opened the door.
"Good. Chojiro, you're here. We've been waiting for you." an old man with a long, bound white beard addressed the out of breath shinigami. "Please tell us the situation."
Thirteen pairs of eyes stared expectantly at Chojiro, the lieutenant of squad one. "Yes Captain Yamato, the barrier around Sereitei has been breached captain."
A collective murmur went around the assembled thirteen captains as they shifted with anticipation. The barrier erected around sereitei was impenetrable from all sides. The fact that someone has managed to breach this form of protection was unnerving.
"Do we have any information about the intruder?" one of the thirteen, a young boy with teal eyes and snow white hair, asked calmly.
"Not yet Captain Hitsugaya." Chojiro replied, "All we know of this ryoka is that they have an enormous amount of spirit energy. From the feel of it it's at least on par with at least a lieutenant, though we don't know how much training it has."
Captain Yamato nodded slowly, thinking of the best course of action. "We will have one squad intercept this ryoka and bring them to me. I wish to interrogate them personally." he looked at the thirteen captains, "Does anyone wish to take this on?"
An evil cackling filled the room, "I'll take this one on old man. It's been a while since I've had fun and maybe this ryoka will be able to entertain me for more then a few minutes." Then, without waiting for a reply, the man walked out of the building to find this new source of 'fun'.
The first thing her brain processed was light, blinding white light. Then there was blue, tiny specks of rectangular white at the edges of the blue abyss.
Where am I?
Kimara attempted to sit up, her body not processing the dreadful pain in her abdomen until she was sitting at a ninety degree angle with the smooth white surface she sat on. Red flashed before her eyes as she fought back a scream. The pain was excruciating, like a knife had been plunged into her chest. Slowly the red was replaced by black and she felt herself falling...
"Careful now, Kimara." Strong hands caught the falling girl as she was about to collide with the floor, "Don't rush yourself."
"Kimara..." she said hesitantly, "Is that my name? Who are you?"
Again, the strong voice answered, "My name is Inagetsu, and yes, that is your name Kimara, Shinu Kimara."
"Shinu Kimara." Kimara said her name slowly, tasting the words as they left her lips. She felt the pair of hands leave her back, letting her support herself. The man walked around her to kneel down by her.
He was like nothing she had ever seen. The stranger had short, bright yellow hair that stood up in spikes and seemed to crackle with unseen electricity. His skin was like porcelain, smooth and flawless except for a large tattoo of a wolf that covered most of his upper forearm. But, the thing that intrigued Kimara the most were his eyes. They were the color of a stormy sky and looked as if they had seen much more than how long he had lived. When she looked closer she thought she saw a flash of white in his eyes like that of lightning but, as soon as it had appeared, it vanished.
"Where am I, Inagetsu?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from the strange man.
"You are in the soul society."
"The what?" Kimara asked, confused.
"The world of the dead." he answered calmly.
"The dead..." she said softly, "Are you an angel?"
Inagetsu laughed softly and Kimara decided that she liked it when this man laughed; it sounded like a small brook crashing around the rocks. It made her feel at peace. "I am no angel, child." He said softly, "Kimara, I am your swo-"
"Captain! I've located that reiatsu!!"
Kimara wheeled around, ignoring the searing pain that came from her abdomen. A man wearing black samurai robes was pointing at her, shouting furiously to a figure in the distance that appeared to be running towards them. "Inagetsu, who are they?"
"Well, well, well." Kimara froze; this was not the voice of Inagetsu. No, this voice bore no resemblance to his warm voice. This voice… this voice struck fear into her very soul. It pushed down on her, creating unimaginable pressure that made it hard to breathe… and all he's done was speak. "It was only a matter of time until we found you. I'll admit, it was a good plan, stealing one of our robes and a zanpaku-to."
Kimara glanced down quickly and, sure enough, she was wearing similar robes to the man who had shouted, and, an her back, she felt a pressure that had not been there when she had been talking to Inagetsu. It was a sword. She slowly turned around to see the man who had struck such fear into her heart and her breath hitched. He looked like a madman. His long hair was spiked back with, what sounded like bells attached to the ends of each clump of hair. He had a scar traveling along the left side of his face and wore a patch over his right eye. He too wore the black robes she and the other man were wearing but his were covered with a white cape who's sleeves had been ripped off. It didn't help that her towered over her. She knew that she would have to try to fight this beast but, the odds were not in her favor at all…
"Yay!" a high pitched voice squealed over the man's shoulder as a small head with short pink hair came into Kimara's view, "Kenny founded the bad guy!!! Wow!" the small girl exclaimed, "That reiatsu makes me wanna play! What about you Kenny?"
The man was obviously opposed to being called 'kenny' but made no move to correct the small girl. Instead, he let an animalistic grin cross his features as his hand drifted towards his hip where his sword lay.
"Oooh!" The small girl was now standing next to Kimara, barely coming up to her waist. She was fast. Kimara hadn't even seen her move. "Look at this Soul Slayer! It's the biggest I've ever seen!" She began to tug on the sword when a familiar voice erupted in Kimara's mind.
Don't let them take me!
Kimara gasped. It was Inagetsu's voice! But, where was he?
I'm your sword, your Soul Slayer! Don't let them take me from you!
"Let go of my sword." she said in a low voice.
The little girl pouted. "I just wanted to see it. I've never seen one so big! Right Ken-chan?"
"She's right Captain Zaraki." the other individual said, "It's the largest Soul Slayer I've ever seen!"
Captain Zaraki examined the zanpaku-to, still attached to Kimara's back. "Hm..." he said pensivly, " I do believe you're right for once. Say!" he said, reaising his voice, "Who'd you steal this off of."
"I didn't." Kimara said, sounding braver than she actually felt, "It's mine."
The large man examined her quizzically, leaning down to look her in the eye. It took all of Kimara's self control to hold his fearsome gaze. "Tell me," he softly yet firmly, "What's your name?"
My name... she thought. What did Inagetsu say it was again? "Kimara. Shinu Kimara."
"Well then, Kimara, what district are you from?"
The realm of the living. Say it. "The Realm of the Living."
Kenpachi looked at her with hard eyes. "Kid, don't go pulling my leg. It ain't pretty when I'm mad. What district are you from?"
Kimara stared at him, "I don't know what districts you are talking about. I am from the Realm of the Living."
"Hey Kenny," the pink-haired girl squeaked, "I don't think she's kidding you."
"This is more complicated than I thought." Kenpachi sighed, his hand messaging his temples slowly, "Right, kid, you're coming with me."
"And if I don't want to?" Kimara asked defiantly.
"You don't really have a choice." Kenpachi said, motioning to his men who quickly formed a tight circle around Kimara. "Oh. How impolite of me, I haven't even introduced myself." he said with a sadistic smile, "Zaraki Kenpachi, captain of squad eleven. I do hope they let me fight you someday. Your spirit energy exites me som much and I haven't had a good battle in at least a decade. Maybe you'll be able to entertain me for more than a few minutes."
This can't be good.
This is your destiny.