Author's Notes: Chapter 2, simply put, of Demon of the Heavenly Sword! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Gin went around asking for the whereabouts of Jeibatsu Tenroi. After thirteen villages, two towns, and practically every sake joint in all four districts, no luck. Gin sighed. Everyone he asked either never heard of
him, or claimed he was dead. "This simply won't do, not the happy ending I was expecting," he said to himself, "I hate when that happens." His tone turned angry, as he was never known for being denied his way and liking it.
This changed, however, when his senses picked up on a flux of spiritual pressure coming from the east, towards the woods. An obvious place to venture, Gin departed immediately on the spot. In the center of the woods, the
figure withdrew his sword from the rebel leader, who fell to the ground cursing him. Sheathing his sword, he turned to leave but stopped, sensing that he was not alone. Turning around, he noticed the white-cloaked specter
beaming at him from atop the branch of a nearby tree. "You must be Jeibatsu Tenroi, pleased to meet you," Gin spoke cheerfully. "Who are you? Another bounty hunter, if so, I suggest you leave now, or else you'll end up like
your friends here," his voice strongly stated. "These trash are not my friends, but I assure you when this is over, you may end up as dead as they are." Jeibatsu stepped forward into a light spot, revealing his form and
unsheathing his sword. The poster stared back at Gin. His face matched the portrait, a little older, but exact all the same. He wore the standard soul reaper pants, but the top was replaced with a sleeveless, uplifted collar jacket
that matched his short purple hair. He wore no socks with his tabi and was covered in several bandages on his body, most likely from previous encounters. Gin smirked. It was him. "Not likely, twenty years running from the
soul society, I'm not going to be killed now," Jeibatsu barked confidently, "you are strong, of that I can tell. But before I kill you, at least tell me your name." The white-cloaked figure flash stepped down to ground level,
surprising Jeibatsu knowing that he was from the thirteen court guard squads as well. "Gin Ichimaru, at your service," he spoke cheerfully as he removed his hood, revealing his silver hair and smiling face. "Gin…Ichimaru?
You're that newly elected captain of squad three, what the hell are you doing hunting bounties," Jeibatsu hesitated to speak out of shear terror. They never sent a captain after him before. "Oh. For an exile, you're sure kept
up to date on current events," Gin was somewhat surprised. "I have my methods, but that's besides the point. Captain or not, I can't let you live after seeing my face!" Jeibatsu charged at Gin, sword raised for battle. He
skidded to a halt halfway between their previous distances. "Of course, I figure I'd need to take on a captain with all my power, so here it goes," he said smiling, raising his sword. "Now rip him to shreds, KIBA!" His sword
transformed into two double-clawed wrist blades. "This is Kiba, my zan-pak-to's shikai form, if the blades touch you, you'll die of the poison it injects within a matter of hours!" Jeibatsu then prepared to charge again, blades
prepared to strike, determined to make Gin Ichimaru disappear. He charged at Gin, letting out a loud battle cry. When he reached Gin, he made a long horizontal swipe with his clawed arm at him. When he felt no contact
and saw no one there, he sensed the need to look up. Gin was floating mid-air, apparently having jumped right over the attack. Gin then whispered something to Jeibatsu. "Now shoot him dead." And out of his pocket came a
bright flash of light.
