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Chapter two

Before we began any official talks, I introduced each captain to them and had them in turn introduce themselves. After that we simply got to know each other more. I had each one of them tall a bit about themselves than a bit about the history as a people.

I fully came to understand why Lor'themar desired the energy of the spirit river. I actually feel a bit of pity for him and the rest of his people and I vowed to journey to this outland place to meet with their prince. I can tell even now that the blood elves are a people struggling to find their place in the world. Their addiction to magic makes them act irrationally at times; sowing distrust among those they are allied with. In a way I can see why Tyrande looks down on him so much but at the same time it makes me a bit angry. Especially since it was partly the alliance's fault the Blood elves are in such a situation. Allowing racism to climb as high up into the authority as it had back then was a huge mistake. It's no wonder Kael'thas went with this Illidan and Vashj after being mistreated as he has by his commanding officers. He is extremely misguided, digging for salvation for his broken people, going with the only person who might be able to offer said salvation.

Lor'themar described to me the euphoria he feels from the reitsu entering his body. He told me that it feels like a weight is being lifted off of his shoulders, that the pain of addiction is finally leaving him.

I do not know if the reitsu is purging him of the magic within him or if it's is merely replacing it with itself. I briefly contemplated suggesting that he pack up and bring his people here. The spirit river may be untouchable but the reitsu free flowing through the air will change them, and bring them into its folds just like it has done with the Ryoka and the Worgen. They may even transform, becoming a whole new race of people. Prolonged exposure to large amounts of reitsu usually does that. I wonder what the people of Azeroth will do if earth begins to transform them, and I find myself beginning to understand why the burning legion suddenly came here.

Thrall's people are clouded in despair and bloodshed. The Orcs were slaves to the burning legion once. Many still are. They invaded the world of Azeroth from Outland after nearly completely doing genocide on their light worshipping neighbors, the Draenei, attacking all in their way. The humans of that world were particularly affected massive populations wiped off of the map. I was told of the Orc's redemption after a man named Grommash Hellscream managed to kill a powerful demon called Monnoroth. The more he told me the more I became enraged. The burning legion needs to die. Thrall then explained to me that because of the Orc's history on Azeroth, many of the alliance outright despise them, most notably the humans led by Varian who also is the main leader of the alliance.

I then listened as Tyrande explained a bit of the history of her people. How they vanquished a powerful demon lord named Achimonde, resulting in the sacrificing of their immortality. Staghelm didn't look happy as Tyrande freely gave me the information concerning his involvement in the planting of the great tree Teldrassil in the hopes that they would be reconnected with the spirit of their world. Perhaps she intends to foster distrust for him. I can tell they dislike each other. Staghelm clearly answers to Tyrande to some extent. This leads me to believe that he has a lot of power among his people and his eyes betray a lot of negative emotions and intentions. She is right to foster distrust. However I do not know either of them well enough to make any judgments.

We spent the next few hours trying to establish some sort of a trade. We didn't have much to offer really, save for pieces of land on which they can build bases and such and numerous game animals that, due to the heightened spiritual element in the air and the severe decrease in the population of the human race, have flourished and grew, in both numbers and abilities. They however didn't really demand much. They seemed happy to know that we were willing to aid them in their battles as well. Perhaps it's our power.

Lor'themar, pushed by his rapidly developing infatuation with our world agreed to ally with us. And he assured us that their prince would as well, so long as this world truly was doing for them what he thinks it's doing for him. He'd offer weapons, spells, supplies and soldiers. In exchange we simply allow the blood elves to build settlements here. Thrall's terms were similar.

Tyrande and Staghelm were divided. The woman, while reluctant to accept our terms that the alliance and the horde must work together while on earth, was also open minded enough to cast that feeling aside and agree. Staghelm was not. They argued for well over half an hour before I simply suggested they both take it up with the rest of their comrades and go from how they feel.

Nothing was solidified and finalized of course but we had a basis, should the talks with the others go as well as they did here.

After that it was a simple matter of exploration and socializing. Things went pretty well.

We returned to the original meeting spot two days later. Uryu and his two companions from Azeroth were with him as were Chad and Apache. The giant of a man had changed, his Ryoka heritage having manifested to its fullest over the years. His eyes glowed with a bright blue and his shaggy hair seemed lighter than the air. The slightest breeze would send it all over. Both arms were wrapped in strips of cloth, resembling bandages all the way down to the tips of his fingers and I knew why. Anyone who didn't know him could probably guess as well simply by observing the feint wisps of spirit energy seeping out from the beneath the bandages. He was dressed in a sleeveless muscle shirt and white slacks and fancy looking dress shoes. His necklace with his grandfather's coin was still around his neck and still his most valued possession, well that is if you don't count the petite arrancar woman perched on his left shoulder.

Apache was just the same as she'd always been. She still looked grumpy, she still had shoulder length dark blue hair and she still wore her bracelet like Zanpaktou on her wrists. The only difference was her clothing, which consisted of a pair of tight black capres and a sports bra.

I smiled upon seeing them both. "Chad, Apache, nice of you to join us this time." I made no effort to keep the humor from my voice or the knowing smirk from forming on my face. Chad said nothing but Apache glared. "Ass wipe." Her blush was adorable.

Thrall and Lor'themar immediately went over to the troll while Staghelm and Tyrande greeted the old goat like man in their own respective manners.

"Valen, I trust your experience here was as…eventful as mine has been?"

I tried to hide my snort of amusement. The captains had accepted the group I brought very well. Tyrande especially was popular. I remember Kyoraku saying something about an exotic beauty the likes he's never seen before as he kissed her hand…for far longer than what is normal. It took Nanao bashing his head to get him off of her. Oh and Byakuya's blatant staring made me laugh loudly.

Valen, the old goat legged man gave a nod, his lips curling into a wide smile. "Yes," he began. "The Ryoka are quite a fascinating race. You simply must see them for yourself."

His accent was of that of the old soviet union and the other countries that had resulted from its split. The troll spoke too.

"Indeed. Da spirits be da very definition of dem people…of this whole world." He grinned at Uryu and Chad. Thrall seemed intrigued.

Staghelm I noticed with a bit of annoyance was staring a little too intently at Apache and Chad.

"You two, are of two different species," he stated. Apache caught on to his tone and huffed. "Your point?" she asked, her tone daring him to say something stupid. I stopped him before he did though as I could see both of them getting ready to strike. Chad was extremely intolerant of anyone insulting his woman and Apache was just short tempered.

"Different we may be, we are still one," I said. "We got rid of our discriminations long ago." My gaze told him I wanted to hear no more on the subject. Tyrande smiled at the couple. "I think you two look great together," she said causing both to blush a bit.

I turned to the troll and realized that I still didn't know his name. When I asked him with a sheepish smile what his name was he merely grinned and told me his name was Vol'jin of the darkspear tribe. Shaking his hand felt a bit weird but he was an ok guy. Thrall too seemed ok. Lor'themar I didn't know. Like I said his kind are misguided. However his deep love and care for his people has gained my respect. Tyrande was a woman that I liked. She had a good head on her shoulders and her mind was always up for change.

I am concerned when it comes to Staghelm. He's too arrogant, self absorbed and racist. Probably believes his race is the superior one. I cannot stand people like that. They only cause unnecessary problems, especially if they hold a high seat of power.

I decide not to think too much on it though. As long as he keeps himself in line we'll get along well enough.

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When I think of the word Worgen my mind is filled with visions of bloodthirsty beasts of nightmares who would sooner rip your heart out then talk to you.

That is why I went with Tatsuki and Keigo back to their nation. I had to see just how different the Worgen here were from the ones on Azeroth or if this was all just a clever ruse. I am ashamed to admit that I simply could not trust the word of Ichigo until I saw for myself just what kind of people Tatsuki's Worgen were.

We travelled for about twenty minutes before Tatsuki pulled a small device from her left bracer. "Watch your step," she began as she tossed the device into the air where is cackled to life, extended into a rod them seemed to open up like a scroll, creating a glowing blue portal. Overcoming my shock, I followed her into the portal, ignoring Gelbin's excited chatter.

We exited in the middle of a cement path.

What I saw shocked me.

Tatsuki seemed amused. She even went so far as to clap me on the back and say, "Better close your jaw lest you end up with flies in your mouth." I absently noted that the Tauren was staring in wonder at the city around him.

The worgen nation was a technological haven, a compact cumulation of floating metal architecture. The buildings were made of sturdy metals such as steel, iron and brass. Vehicles that hovered in the air using nothing but the spiritual energy as a power source glided overhead and houses floated on numerous levels starting from the ground and rising up four levels. I saw blades that were made of pieces of sharp metal held together by the blue energy flowing between them forming the blade and guns that fired spiritual energy itself as a destructive bullet.

The wonders just kept coming.

I was looking along at the stream of vehicles flowing overhead like a river when Tatsuki clapped me on the back again.

"It's a shame really. We tried getting the Hollows the Shinigami and the Ryoka to accept our offers of scientific knowledge but those guys are only interested in their superpowers. There are a few exceptions but other than that, we're pretty much stuck with what we got here."

She was hinting at something. I was something that Gelbin and Magni picked up on quickly. It seems she was rather excited about sharing her technology. I cannot decide if this is foolish or amusing.

"Aye lass I can think of many who'd be interested in your wares," said Magni.

We continued down the street towards a huge floating building, their city hall perhaps. A pair of children, one a girl in a completely human form and a boy in complete worgen form stopped and stared at the Tauren, wonder and awe shining in their eyes.

I was…overwhelmed. These worgen…were indeed different. I only needed to observe them for two minutes to see that.

I was overcome with shame, and surprised Tatsuki and Keigo by apologizing sincerely to them. I absently noticed Magni and Gelbin grinning smugly at me. Now I know the true reason they came with me…well part of the true reason concerning the high tinkerer. Tatsuki just grinned and continued on her way.

We eventually reach her place of residence, a large building in the center of the city. We were greeted by a woman with curly hair and golden eyes. She gasped in recognition when she saw, even pointed Cairne and I out by names. I found myself wondering who she was.

But I didn't think much on it. We had other things to discus.

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Lady Windrunner Sylvanas.

There is one reason and one reason only why I insisted she accompany me to Huecho mundo.

It was her eyes. They revealed to me everything. Her pain, her anguish, and yes, even that dangerous fury lurking just below the surface. She was so much like how hollows used to be that only I had any hope of succeeding in talking to her. I know how she feels. I experienced the same things when I was but a mere hollow. I also understand that if I cannot get her to relax a bit then any chance of an alliance forming between us and these strangers is gonna go up in flames.

Because regardless of how angry she is, how bitter she and no matter how fuckin sexy she is, I WILL not have her causing any amount of trouble for us. We've already been through too much shit and we already have a horde of world eating demons all on our asses. I can see the conniving scheming backstabbing bitch behind those eyes of hers. Aizen had the same eyes. As she is, she is a danger to even her own allies. That demon probably isn't helping her disposition either but eh I won't judge him…too much.

I took my time in bringing her to las noches, letting her fully take in what little bit of Huecho mundo there was left had to offer. I teased her when she seemed to have a realization of some sort and I let her drink in the entirety of my domain.

When I brought her to the main chamber of Las Noches and gathered the Espada I saw her gasp and widen her eyes in wonder. Not that I blame her. There are only three arrancar Espada, the rest are vasto lordes who, while looking mostly human still had numerous traits that non-hogyokufied hollows have. Tails and full masks and other such details. Like the fourth Espada. Names Andios, He's what Kurosaki had called a griffon given human form.

I introduced her and her demon to them and explained to them what they were and what they were about. After that we all simply hung out. Harribel and Andios stayed. Stark's lazy ass went to sleep and Neliel disappeared, probably off to play more of those silly ass games with her fraccion while the rest began to chat amongst themselves about numerous things. It was a very relaxed atmosphere. You see my purpose was not to try and appeal to this woman and try and set up any bullshit contracts and such. I'm positive the others were taking care of that. No I needed to show her the possibilities if she lets go of those negative emotions. That being dead ain't all that bad. Things seemed to be going well. Andios even managed to talk the demon into a card game.

Then I noticed that the elf was gone.

I found her ten minutes later sitting outside on top of the dome staring up into the sky with a scowl. I decided to talk to her.

"I don't really know what's got you on the rag but is it really worth being so angry all the time?"

Her glare would have made a lesser man cry like a baby, but I'm the fuckin Hollow king! To me her look made her look sexier than she already does.

"You don't know what it is you speak of," Ooh her angry voice was sexy too! I tried not to lick my lips as I sat down next to her.

"You'd be surprised. The eyes can reveal a lot to a guy who knows what he's lookin for."

She seemed surprised by my words. This caused me to smirk as I continued to speak. "Hollows… Up until twelve years ago we weren't so different from you. We were angry, we were bitter…dangerous. We couldn't accept the fact that we were dead, even lost our minds and our hearts when we first transformed into hollows. We resented the living and the Shinigami that went out of their way to protect them and let our desire evolve into a bestial hunger that could not be sated no matter what we devoured. We couldn't even be trusted around each other. Our only purpose in life was to spread our misery to everyone else. If we weren't happy then no one should get to be. That is what we believed."

My eyes locked with hers. I made sure to show her the level of intensity in my stare.

"It's what you and your people believe."

I cover her mouth with my hand before she could start yelling or some shit like that and wagged my finger playfully. "Ah ah ah no use in denying it. I knew the second I saw you, just what you were feeling." I stood up and looked to the sky, grinning.

"It's not a bad thing to just accept what you are and move on. It's a lot less of a hassle and it allows for more…enjoyment."

She gasped as I swooped her up bridal style and shot into the air. Her arms flung around my neck in shock and her eyes were wild with indignation and a trace of unease. I laughed the whole time and made a great show of heading back to the main entrance to Las-Noches. Once we arrived I placed her back on her feet and gave one last grin and ran a thumb over her cheek.

"Think about it Windrunner."

Then I Sonidoed off, leaving her there.

Simple no? heh heh heh.

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The one called Grimmjow was the last person to arrive. This did not surprise me much as no doubt Sylvanas and Varimathras are causing a great deal of trouble for the man. Or perhaps they are exchanging ideas or even racial histories. I know that I am not the only one who has noticed the similarities between Grimmjow and Sylvanas. Undead beings. However where Sylvanas's eyes hold nothing but spite and dark intentions, Grimmjow's are full of passion and a young man's desire for a good time. I do not know how the alliance is taking his status as technically not living. But then again, like us they can see the overwhelming power of all four races of this world and even this world in general and therefore care more about securing said world as an ally against the burning legion instead of worrying about smaller details.

So when Grimmjow did arrive at last, I noticed that Sylvanas seemed to be paying more attention to him then her own surroundings. Everyone else did as well. It was actually quite amusing to see the varying degrees of incredulousness on their faces.

"Eh. Late again? Damn I need to work on my punctuality,"

Ichigo gave his friend a deadpan look and blocked him out, opting to address us in order to see if we can establish some sort of a deal. We talked for another two hours and sadly came up with nothing.

There were…just too many grudges. I regret it but it is true. We may have seemed able to get along at first but that is not the case and they finally saw through our guise as we went on. The Human, Varian has deep issues with the Horde in general, personal experience fueling this along. Tyrande dislikes the blood elves too much and even though she says she would not mind working with us, her constant biting remarks to Lor'themar are grating even on my nerves. Staghelm is no better, even to his own allies.

Sylvanas seems to have lightened up, if only a little. And even though she has lightened up, it's going to take a lot for her to earn the full trust of anyone she associates with. We of the Horde do not even trust her fully.

Ichigo and Ishida both saw the flaws and the strains in our relations and uttered words we definitely did not want to hear.

"I'm sorry…but despite all of the obvious advantages we would provide for eachother should we become allies, it still does not outweigh the problems you guys have with eachother, problems that will bleed over into our world if we are not careful. We need...a different way to go about this."

The Gnome king seemed very upset. He and the Worgen girl seemed to have bonded very fast. But I know she will not go against any of her friends and despite her bond with Gelbin, I can tell she agrees with her freinds. If we wanted to get these people as allies. We had to have the trust of ALL of them.

"How about a trial?" I was suprised, as were numerous others when the large ryoka man, Chad if I remember right spoke for the first time. "Send a small group of your people here to spend some time. They will travel together, work together, live together. If they can learn to get along and even…care for each other, then that tells us there is hope for you. And if they meet our satisfactions we will send them back with a letter or something letting you know you're welcome here."

Ichigo grinned.

"That's a great idea!"

Grimmjow smirked. "I like it. Hell to spice it up we can each send a member of our people to meet up with your group."

Varian looked at the Hollow king with a raised eyebrow. "How long will they spend here?"

Ichigo shrugged then Tatsuki sighed and said, "How about a month? If they can learn to get along and work together as a group of Nakama would, then that gives us reason to trust you guys more. "

"I'd prefer younger adventurers," began Ichigo. "Newbies who have yet to experience too much that will have made them bitter towards the other faction. But if you can find experienced people who are non-biased than that's cool as well."

Thrall nodded and cast a look to the alliance. They agreed as well.

"Excellent," said Tatsuki with a grin. "We'll treat them well, we promise."

I like these people. They have good hearts. I really hope this works. I would like to see them again. And I wouldn't want them to be killed by the burning legion. They do not deserve that. No one does.

As we headed back towards the portal that brought us here I looked back at them again.

Yes. They are strong. Perhaps we need them more than they need us.

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