Here's a little info to sort you guys out before you become confused -
Aizen experiments on Humans, each are called subjects.
The first group of Humans he experimented on was called Series 1. Each Series has 9 subjects – 9 humans. They are classified in order of their strength, ability, stamina, speed etc. So the higher the Subjects number is, the stronger they are. Kind of like the Espada system, but in reverse, 1 being the weakest and 9 being the strongest. Though it is possible for a lower numbered subject to overpower a higher numbered subject- So Subject 5.7 could overpower Subject 5.8.
Heads up –
5.6 – is Renji
5.7 – is Hitsugaya Toushiro
"Welcome to our home, please help yourselves, the food is in the kitchen." Yuzu greeted politely as Soi Fon walked through the door.
"Is Yoruichi here?" Soi Fon asked.
Yuzu turned and pointed towards the living room, "Yeah, she should be over with Urahara. They arrived together a few hours before but Yoruichi said she'll eat later when she's hungry."
"Hmph, then it's Urahara to blame. She'd be eating heartily if he wasn't distracting her with useless conversations. I shall not eat either until she does," Soi Fon sulked and walked out to the backyard.
"Um, okay." Yuzu sweated and turned to her sister, "What's wrong with Soi Fon, doesn't she like Urahara?"
Karin scratched her head, "I don't know. Lemmie ask him."
Karin walked to the living room and plopped herself besides Urahara who was talking to Yoruichi. Yoruichi saw Karin and gave her a devilish grin, "Ah. Kurosaki, I heard your brother started quite a ruckus within the 2nd Division. Please, tell me all about it." She slung her hand across the sofa and crossed her legs in comfort.
"You mean the fires?" Karin asked.
Yoruichi howled in laughter, slapping her hand onto her lap, "I didn't know about that one, tell me that after you explain to me about the big brawl."
Karin sweat dropped; there had been so many conflicts and incidents happening around her brother since he had transferred to the 2nd Division. It was really hard to keep count. "Ah, I don't know too much. All I heard from Dad was that Ichi-nii had a huge argument with the fat lieutenant guy in the 2nd Division, which ended up into a fight that led to a big brawl between Ichi-nii's old division- the 11th Division and the 2nd Division."
"My, my, my. Your brother certainly is troublesome." Urahara chuckled and fanned himself.
"No he isn't," Karin said loyally, "it's the 2nd Division, they're so uptight." Karin then shot a glance to the backyard to make sure Soi Fon was out of hearing's reach.
"What was the argument over?" Yoruichi asked as she slouched on the sofa.
"Over trivial matters," Urahara answered. "Sigh, the 2nd Division makes such a big deal out of the smallest things. Jinta gets in trouble all the time. They always nag him over everything, even over small things such as wearing the incorrect uniform. When I informed Soi Fon that I had assigned our little Ururu a mission with Jinta, you could see the sour look on her face." Urahara turned and pouted, "I don't think she likes me very much." Yoruichi let out a barking laugh.
"You gave Ururu a mission?" Karin asked, puzzled.
Yoruichi looked at Karin then to Urahara, "Ah, maybe you shouldn't have said that in front of Little-Miss-Eager over here."
"It was a birthday present." Urahara answered, hiding the majority of his face with his fan.
Karin sat up and got off the sofa. She began to make her way out of the living room.
"You'll find them at Urahara's. They went back to change because they were all sweaty from playing soccer with you." Yoruichi hollered from behind Karin. Karin spun around and nodded to Yoruichi in acknowledgement as Yoruichi winked back at her. She then left the house and began to run down the road to Urahara's.
The door to Ururu's room burst open-
"Urahara gave you a MISSION for your birthday present?" Karin cried.
Ururu finished pulling down her shirt which she was changing into and nodded meekly at the fact.
Jinta walked into the room with his new clothes on, "Well what he said was reasonable. She's far more than capable; he directly trained us all. As well as, apparently, according to our intelligence – the headquarters we're going to infiltrate will be rather empty. It usually is throughout this time of the year. Maybe they've got some kind of company holiday." Jinta smirked.
"But I'm not going to be there! You can't take a mission on so fast! They never give them out to newbies, you gotta work your way up!" Karin whined, "What ever happened to the Ace Team, the Three Musketeers?"
Jinta shrugged, "Orders are orders."
"An order? He said it was a gift!" Karin cried.
Karin sighed and threw herself into Ururu's be. She stared up at the ceiling, 'You know what would be great, if you had a big catch on your first mission…"
Jinta eyed her suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, if Ururu and you had a huge piece of evidence that would help the 2nd Division. Like someone who worked there –" Karin began.
"Impossible, Ururu and I aren't THAT good yet, we'd need at least another person to-"
Karin grinned, "Exactly! You need me!"
"You're not even a member or Gotei 13 yet! You can't go." Jinta exclaimed
"BUT, if I did go, and if we did manage to capture someone who worked there, it would prove to everyone that I'm ready to be part of Gotei 13! Then we can officially be the Ace team, Gotei 13's best card!"
His eyes fluttered open. He could feel a slight throbbing sensation within his head; it was unpleasant, but brief. The place was rather dim with a cool temperature. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he began to shift around. He realised he was not the only one in the room. Counting the figures, including him there were nine in the room. He stepped in front of the standing figures; they had all been standing in a line, just as he was before, with their eyes closed. He walked by carefully observing each one.
The first figure was a female; her face was framed by her fringe and loose strands of hair on the side of cheeks, the rest had been tied up into a bun from behind. The next figure was a blonde male with the front hair covering half of his face. The 5th figure had 3 lined scars straight over his eye that lead down the right cheek while the left cheek had the number 69.
It was the 6th figure did he stop at. The figure was male, with a violent shade of crimson red hair.
The redhead's eyes snapped open, "Who are you?" he demanded.
The one who was first to wake replied automatically, "I'm 5.7, and you are … 5.6" he stated. 5.7 cocked his head to the side. How was it that he knew the redhead with black tribal tattoos was 5.6, and the figure before with the 69 tattoo was 5.5? It as if each of the figures in the room had a strangeaffinitytowards one another.
"What happened to your hair?" 5.6 asked.
5.7 frowned, "Why, what's wrong with it?" he asked.
"It's all white."
5.7 felt a small twitch of annoyance but ignored it and turned around to walk out of the room. 5.6 followed 5.7's lead, closing the door behind him. The two wandered aimlessly through the corridors.
5.6 stopped at one of the many doors and read the label out loud, "Artillery."
5.7 stopped and turned to meet 5.6's devilish grin. 5.6 rattled the door knob – it was locked. He then took two steps backwards and kicked the door open. The room was filled with weapons and artillery of all kinds, from blades, to guns, to bazookas. The table, the shelves, the walls, the drawers – everything was draped with fine weaponry. Silver glinted here and there from the light shining onto the metals.
5.7 smirked. Now this was a pleasant feeling.
"Heaven!" 5.6 cried out loud and began to choose the weapons of his liking.
5.7 walked towards the wall where weapon belts had hung. Taking two, he fastened one belt onto his black pants and tossed 5.6 the other without a word of warning. 5.6 turned reflexively to the noise of the belt being tossed into the air and caught it effortlessly. 5.7 looked at his and 5.6's attire for the first time, black pants, grey socks and a flimsy tank top. He frowned and turned his head searching for a closet or another room that had decent clothing they could at least wear. In the corner he spied several open lockers with clothing.
"How convenient," 5.7 said out loud. He pulled a pair of military pants, combat boots and a black shirt out and tossed it to 5.6. 5.6 changed into the clothing and hung three straps of bullets belts across his shoulder. Satisfied with the amount of ammunition he then slung his machine gun over his shoulder and made way towards the blades.
"Za-bi-maru," he read out loud the engraved letters of the swords hilt and took the sword.
5.7 stripped off his flimsy tank top, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. He reached into the locker to find himself a shirt but there was no more. 5.7 frowned and dug deeper into the lockers, he had already found a pair of military pants and combat boots for himself, but couldn't find any more shirts. Annoyed, he began to empty the lockers, chucking all the unwanted into a pile on the floor.
At last he had found a shirt. 5.7 held the black piece of clothing in front of him. He turned his head to the side, it looked a bit small.
"I hope you know that shirt is for women," 5.6 piped.
5.7's eyes widened in alarm, "I almost wore it." He threw the shirt away in disgust.
5.7 rampaged through the remaining lockers to find a shirt to wear. He then froze and cocked his head towards the door. 5.6 unsheathed Zabimaru, he had heard the disturbance from outside as well.
"What about here?" A boy with flaming red hair walked in the Artillery room.
5.7 and 5.6 both turned to fully face their intruder.
The boy immediately saw the two, "Shit."
5.6 swept across the room, the blade of Zabimaru clashed with the metal of the boy's dagger which he had taken out just in time. 5.7 watched the two redheads hold their stance with their blades, intensely glaring at each other. He then turned around to continue rampaging the locker for a shirt; he knew 5.6 was fine on his own.
5.6 was as silent as a deadly snake. He pressed on with Zabimaru. It was a battle of strength and it was clear 5.6 already had the advantage with both the larger body and longer blade. 5.6 pressed harder, pushing the boy down onto his knees.
"Argh," the boy grunted and pushed the weight of Zabimaru to the side. He dashed to the right grabbing one of the guns on the table and aimed it at 5.6, but before he could shoot 5.6 sped straight to him and knocked him to the floor. 5.6 leaned over the boy's body, holding the blade of Zabimaru at his neck.
"Wait," called 5.7 as he walked over to the two redheads, casually taking a shotgun from a nearby table, twirling it around effortlessly with his index finger. He looked down upon the redheaded boy, scrutinising him, "Give me your shirt."
The redheaded boy's eyes bulged in bewilderment, "What?"
"Give me your shirt," 5.7 repeated, his free hand outstretched to take what he wanted.
"What are you on about?" The redheaded boy asked as the look of annoyance flashed upon his face.
5.6 leaned closer towards the redheaded boy. "He means, give him your shirt," he whispered menacingly slowly.
"I don't have a shirt," the redheaded boy spat.
5.7 frowned, "Then what are you wearing."
"Are you blind?" The boy snapped then hissed as Zabimaru sliced the skin of his throat by the slight. "I'm not wearing one. This is called a sweater. To think the one time I do wear the proper uniform, I still get in trouble. "
"Search him," 5.7 jerked his head to 5.6 .
5.6 lifted the redheaded boy's sweater to unveil another piece of clothing underneath. 5.6 raised his eyebrows in question, "Then what's this?"
"Sue me for wearing a singlet," the redhead replied sarcastically then looked up at 5.7. He eyed 5.7's bare upper body, "sorry, not all of us can be bare like you and brave the cold."
5.7 turned away in disappointment and tucked his shotgun within his belt. He began to walk back to the lockers but stopped midway. He could hear a pair of footsteps coming closer.
"Jinta, what the hell is taking you so-" hissed the girl who had just entered the room, but before she finished her sentence, she aimed her gun at 5.7. Instantly, 5.7 grabbed a fistful of the clothes he had thrown in a pile on the floor, and threw it at the girl in distraction. The pieces of clothing fell on top of her and blocked her gun point and vision. Like lightning, 5.7 flashed across the room and appeared before her. He snatched her gun and aimed it at her face which was covered with one of the clothes he had thrown.
5.7 clicked the safety switch of the gun and stared intently. He could hear the redheaded boy, supposedly named Jinta, curse. The girl raised her hands slowly in the air in surrender. She then pulled the piece of clothing that had covered her face.
Steele grey eyes met turquoise blue.
5.7 gaped at her; he hesitated and lowered the gun slightly.
It all happened within a moment.
Images flashed into his mind –
A green field,
Railings facing a blue sky,
The golden sun setting,
Then voices –
"I'll see you soon, right?"
"Hn."
The girl knocked her gun out of 5.7's hands and lunged at him, throwing her entire body at his. Startled, 5.7 fell back as the girl toppled on top of him, straddling his waist as he lie on the floor. She seized the shotgun he had tucked within his belt from before and aimed it towards his heart.
"Why'd you hesitate?" She asked, sounding almost angry.
He stared at her, speechless at her beauty. Her jet black hair draped across her face as she leaned closer towards him, her stomach touching his as her chest drew closer to his own, the gun still aimed towards his heart. She placed her left hand above his shoulder on the ground to support her body as she drew closer to his face. His hands instinctively held her waist. The girl's eyes twitched towards his motion but returned to intently stare at his face. 5.7 could smell the girl; it was a rather delicious, sweet scent. He returned her stare with his own, drinking up everything he could see, her earthy brown eyes studying him as he studied her.
She then turned to face 5.6 "That's my friend Jinta you've got underneath that blade. It'd be nice if you get the hell off him."
5.6 glared at the girl in return, "How ironic for you ask that of me, considering we're in the same positions. Both our comrades are lying on the floor with their enemy on top of them threatening them with a weapon. What would you do, if the enemy on top of your comrade happens to slice their throat open?"
The girl pursed her lips.
Jinta's eyes bulged in bewilderment, "You'd kill your own brother?" he asked 5.6.
5.7 shot a glance to 5.6, "You have a brother?"
Jinta wailed, "We're one of a kind you know. The luck of the Redheaded is a rarity. Unless yours is dyed, then you're just a fake."
5.6 stared back at Jinta, whether it was in confusion or annoyance, 5.7 would never know.
"Do as she says," 5.7 ordered 5.6 from underneath the girl.
5.6 reluctantly rose and freed Jinta from beneath. Jinta stretched his neck, smearing the blood off his neck from Zabimaru's slight slice.
"Who are you?" The girl asked 5.7.
Jinta grunted from aside, "Who gives a shit! Just shoot him."
"No," she replied to her comrade, "we need him. He's just what we need to bring back to Gotei 13."
"Who are you?" 5.7 asked the girl in return.
The girl smirked and sat up, flicking her hair back with her left hand. "Karin," she replied, "the one and only."
"Why are you here?" 5.7 inquired.
Karin rolled her eyes, "Oh I don't know. Just sight-seeing, checking out the place, you know the usual infiltration process. What about you, why are youhere?"
5.7 frowned at this question, why was he here?
Karin raised her eyebrows in realisation. She stood from 5.7 and turned to Jinta, "These guys don't even know why they're here. They've got no clue. Let's go."
"What and just leave them here?" Jinta retorted.
"Well then you kill them," Karin replied sarcastically and walked out of the door.
Jinta cursed and quickly followed Karin in pursuit. Just before he left the room he turned and pointed to 5.6, "You!" he began.
5.6 stood his ground, motionless but bemused.
"Consider yourself lucky," Jinta said, "the heavens have blessed both you and I." With that he walked out the door.
5.6 turned to 5.7, "Now what?"
5.7 rose from the floor and raced out the door. 5.6 followed in pursuit.
"Youse actually followed us?" Jinta asked, perplexed, and raced on through the corridors with 5.7 and 5.6 trailing behind him. "So whose side are you on?"
5.6 smirked at the redhead fellow and nodded in acknowledgement, "Yours I suppose."
Jinta grinned in return, "I'm Jinta." He stopped suddenly and leaned across the wall, checking to see if there was anyone in sight, "What's your name?"
5.6 stared blankly into space, "I don't know." He replied honestly.
Jinta sniggered, "Well aren't you a bloke. Don't even know your own name. Tell you what, I'll call you Renji. You look like a Renji anyways."
"Where's Karin?" 5.7 interrupted the two redheads bonding.
Jinta turned to 5.7, "She's up ahead checking on Ururu. They're on the seventh floor, we're on the fourth."
A surge of want overwhelmed 5.7 as he darted in front to find Karin.
Jinta turned to Renji, "Honestly, why hasn't that guy got a shirt on?"
5.7 had finally caught up to Karin.
'Where do you think you're going?" He whispered from behind.
Karin turned and met 5.7's turquoise eyes, "Somewhere you don't know."
A hint of annoyance flashed across 5.7's mind. What was with this girl and her ridiculous replies? Her cocky and confident sense of sarcasm was leaving him speechless.
She spun her back to him and leaned against the wall. 5.7's eyes roamed across her body. The shiny leather outfit she wore was rather tantalising as it hugged her body tightly.
"I knew you would come." She whispered.
"Of course," 5.7 replied simply, "you have my gun."
That was real smooth answer, 5.7 thought to himself. He honestly didn't want Karin to know he followed her desperately because he had an unexplainable surge of want to be with her.
Karin chuckled softly and turned to face 5.7, "Why'd you hesitate back then?" She tilted her head to the side in curiosity, observing 5.7's face.
"I don't know." 5.7 answered honestly.
"What's your name?" Karin asked.
"I…don't know." 5.7 replied with a hint of sadness.
Karin sighed in disappointment, "There was a boy I knew once, he was a nice guy. Hopefully you'll turn out to be a nice guy too."
5.7 looked fixedly at Karin's soft brown eyes, "What was his name?"
"Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya, Toushiro"
5.7's eyes flickered as she said the name. More images flooded into his mind, a soccer ball being tossed into the air. A large bruise on someone's leg- then the sudden feeling of concern overwhelmed him.
5.7 shook his head and snapped back to sense.
"… for now okay?" Karin had said.
"What's okay? I didn't hear you."
"I'll call you Toushiro for now okay? Just until we find out your name." She repeated.
He nodded his head.
Karin smiled and raised her hand to ruffle his hair, 'It suits you anyways."
Toushiro nodded again. He wondered to himself, how could he have ever raised the gun to her face? Yet why was he feeling like this, questioning his own actions. What was this overwhelming feeling of longing he had. It was as if he craved for the girl in front of him.
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