Shatter, Kyōka Suigetsu! (REMADE)
Summary: In acceptance of the hopeless pursuit of returning Aizen to his sanity, Kyōka Suigetsu manages to actually trick the Hōgyoku into giving her a chance at redemption, to find a new partner. However, the Hōgyoku noticed her true desire and sent her back in time...to set things straight. "Hear me out...I am Toyoto Yoshio, former member of Squad Nine. I bear you news...of your future."
Characters: [OC, Kyōka Suigetsu], K. Urahara, Y. Shihoin; more OCs, Suì-Fēng
Genres: Romance, Adventure ; Comedy/Humor, Spiritual
Rated: M ;for future chapters.
Languages: English : English ; Japanese (English, some Romaji), Spanish, German, French, Chinese
Crossover: Bleach, Soul Society Sectors (AU), Temporal Displacement (AU)
Beta(s): Antex-The Legendary Zoroark
End Notes: Changes to Rating, Languages, Act name, and author comments section.
-= *Other Information* =-
Season 1: 40 Years too Young for Pendulum | Act 1: Shin'ō Academy
Hey, guys! Welcome back to Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, that belongs to Tite Kubo. I do not own The Gamer, that belongs to Seong and Sang-a. I do not own "Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu!" that belongs to Antex-The Legendary Zoroark. I do, however, own any and all OCs, as well as twisted plot/Canon.
Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!
-= *Chapter 4: Late December, 1850* =-
"That's impossible!" shouted Kyōka Suigetsu, but Yoshio was unfazed in his statement.
"It says it's 1850," he confirmed. "Who made the mistake here?"
"It has to be some sort o' typo," the Hōgyoku tried. "I mean, these kinds of things happen, right? Or are the Gotei 13 a bunch o' robots?"
"I'd like to think so," Kyōka began.
"What? The mistakes part or the robot par-"
"But the administrators check, recheck, double check, recheck, and then triple check their work!" Kyōka said.
"Right, so, then, the robot par-"
"But how could it be 1850?!" she asked incredulously. "It was 2001 less than 2 weeks ago!"
"And now she's insane-"
"Shut up!"
"Stop, guys," Yoshio interrupted him. They looked to him and he turned to look at the Hōgyoku. "Is it feasible that you accidentally brought her back in time?" They looked to it.
"It's possible," the Hōgyoku started. "She probably had some ulterior desire to right everythin' from the beginnin', but I don't see why my Whole Self didn't just send her back all the way to the 1500s into her younger conscience to warn Eisenwalde what might happen if he started Hollowfying captains instead if that was the case."
"Yes, that would make more sense," Kyōka agreed. "But why was I sent here?" She rubbed her chin with her index finger and thumb.
"It doesn't matter right now," Yoshio interrupted them, and they confusedly turned to him. He had a determined look on his face they were clearly proud of. "Right now, we need to focus on what we're going to do," he began. He turned to Kyōka. "Try to remember all you can for the next 150 years and plan accordingly to counter Eisenwalde without altering the timeline too much for him to notice."
"Isn't that why we're fuckin' 'ere?!" shouted the Hōgyoku angrily. "To set things straight?! To stop Eisenwalde?!" Yoshio was confused at these inquiries. "Why wouldn't we try to stop the asshole right away? He's practically still a Seventh Seat around this time!"
"We don't have the fucking resources to!" snapped Yoshio right back at it. Hōgyoku reeled back a little in surprise at the snappy tone. Yoshio took a sharp, calming breath and continued. "We need to let the big events happen so we can stop Eisenwalde with Kurosaki Ichigo."
"His logic is sound," Kyōka affirmed, turning to the shocked orb. "If we don't let certain events happen, Kurosaki Ichigo will fail to be born, and Eisenwalde will kill the Soul King." She turned to Yoshio. "I'll get to work right away. You head on out of Jinzen and we'll work on Mumei on Sunday, okay?"
"Right!" he nodded to her with a smirk, before shutting his eyes and disappearing from them.
"You know this is going to be much more difficult, right?" the Hōgyoku asked.
"Then why don't you just find a better master?" she asked, obviously irritated with its presence constantly putting both her and her new wielder down now. She turned away and began the trek back into the city beneath them.
"Why should I?" the thing practically grinned with a chuckle, following after her and she stopped to look back at it. "I'm not after power anymore. I'm after potential. And this kid's got a fuckin' load o' it!"
"Right, of course," she rolled her eyes at it, a smirk hidden underneath the collar of her coat. Her respect for the small thing went up a few notches, and it'd never know.
"Oi! Don't fuckin' do that!"
-= *"His logic is sound."* =-
-= *12:54 PM Sunday, 22 December, 1850* =-
At noontime, Sunday, 22 December, 1850, Toyoto Yoshio and Sarizawa Kaito were discharged from the 4th Division North Rukon Districts 17th Advance Center and were allowed entry into the Court of Pure Souls via personal escort by 2nd Lieutenant Zabrowski. Kurofuchi Hiruyaami had continued charge to the 4DNRD17AC for the next two days for inappropriate behavior and the way he spoke to Captain Unohana (or so the report of the Lieutenant's said so; his captain never really checked it over so long as he did her work, too, apparently).
Lieutenant Zabrowski verbally presented to the two new recruits that he had a colorful imagination as they walked through the Northern Section of the Seireitei (Court of Pure Souls), strolling through and making subtle comments to insult the intelligence of certain squadrons as he passed. He told the two of them that it was a favorite pastime for him to perform when thoroughly bored and too tired to use Flash Step to go between divisions.
After several hours of walking and talking between teacher and students, they eventually made it to the Academy Grounds by 6PM. It was thanks to 2nd Lt. Zabrowski's keen memory of direction that they took less than two days to reach the damned place.
"Welp," 2nd Lt. Zabrowski began, stretching all the while. "Welcome to the Spiritual Arts Academy. It used to be just called the Soul Reaper Academy until they started adding Kidō to the mix. Though Rukon Districtors just call it the Soul Reaper Academy because they don't care much for the new name, and it's less confusing."
Yoshio and Kaito nodded as they looked around the large courtyard filled with students. It was mostly concrete bricks beneath their feet, as well as several Japanese Edo-period buildings. A large one stood to their left, extending down further, with several more buildings behind it. They were at least three to four stories tall.
"Those are the barracks," he pointed at the buildings. Bringing his pointer finger a little to the right and marking a building, "Those are the Zanjutsu and Hakuda Training buildings," he moved a little more to the right, and further back, "Those are the Kidō buildings. Careful not to blow yer face off," he commented unnecessarily, and the two shared chuckles with their teacher.
Justin added, "There's a large park behind that as well as another small forest, there." He brought his fingers across to the large building, just as long, if not larger, than the barracks. "And those are the classrooms." Between every building, there was some sort of set of trees that acted as a kind of mini forest, almost like borders of some kind. The grass and trees stopped at the edge of the concrete courtyard.
"This week," he continued, "on Monday, you'll be checking the place out. Tuesday, you'll begin the written examinations. Wednesday, your physical exams. Thursday let's y'all have a break. Friday has introductory classes, and next Wednesday is when the first semester starts. I'll be your strategy teacher. They also assigned me to Soul History for another period so you'll have me twice everyday. Good luck~" he sang, walking away out of the Academy Grounds, most likely back to his Squad Barracks.
"This is gonna be awesome!" shouted Kaito enthusiastically, jumping up and pumping a fist into the air.
"Yeah!" Yoshio joined with him, though, internally, he was screaming.
'What's wrong?'
"I didn't die for another several years of fucking school!"
'Oh, that. Get over it. All Soul Reapers have to attend the Academy.'
"I want out."
'No.'
Yoshio internally sighed as Kyōka Suigetsu cut the connection between them. Kaito then began to practically drag Yoshio across the concrete into the barracks. "I'll get us to our rooms!"
"Oh, joy." The Hōgyoku laughed at Yoshio's plight.
-= *Academy Barracks, 1st Years, 4C* =-
"Let's see," Kaito mumbled, scrutinizing his sheet. "1st Year building, got that down...Floor 4, Section C..."
As the two walked through, they narrowly avoided several people walking around the corner when they had reached it, via Yoshio dragging Kaito out of their way and around them, before continuing down the hall opposite them. The hall also happened to be Section C. They were in Floor 4, and Kaito had been ecstatic to learn that they had the top floor. "Even had the audacity to grab top bunk, too, while he was at it," he thought begrudgingly.
You had top bunk last time! was his argument.
A shitty argument, at that, but it was valid, so Yoshio couldn't say anything about it.
They walked down to their room and managed to find their room number. 4C3002.
Kaito repeated it aloud. "Huh...you'd think the thousands would be in a 5th or 6th year building, eh?"
"Yeah," Yoshio breathed in agreement. He knew the last four digits numbered how many rooms there were from the first floor of the first building. There must have been tens of thousands of students at the academy. They entered their room to find all of their belongings already there, as promised, along with a myriad of other things they were either missing or needed more of. Kaito rushed to his claim of the top bunk. Yoshio sighed with a smile on his face, eyes shut and head shaking while to the side. He walked into the room and the door shut on its own due to its weight.
He set Kyōka Suigetsu down next to Māmeido - they rested against the wall next to the door - and they sent small pints of electricity towards each other. The two were communing now. It was strange to learn that two Zanpakutōs in close proximity of each other had the option of speaking to one another. Yoshio still had yet to wrap his head around it, but at least he could sympathize with the reasoning that it was to get rid of the boredom. It gets mighty lonely in those worlds.
Especially if they had to endure the stupidity of their wielders from time to time.
He was in what he considered the lobby of the room. The only walls here were the two tidbits sticking out near the doorway, and the corners before him. A few walls led to very open doorways.
To his left was the kitchen, which had an island, its own set of cast irons near a billowing fireplace, other cooking supplies and ingredients. It led further in, and he wondered if there was a window that was generating the light in the room. Closest to the lobby doorway was a small kitchen table enough for eight people (the Academy probably had a lot of sleepovers). There was another door across the room, and it was open. Inside were wash bins, which he assumed were for their clothes. To his right was a living room most likely of the same dimensions as the kitchen, though filled with the soft cloth or leather couches, a glass coffee table in the center. There were a few bookshelves there, too. Another door there was most likely the bathroom.
In front of him was his bunk room, where Kaito was struggling to get up on the top bunk - which was flush against the wall between that room and the kitchen's - without the use of the ladder. It was a rather funny sight to see, as he began to laugh at his friend's stupidity. Kaito turned around to him to try and dissuade him from laughing, but his subsequent fall only proved to increase the volume of it. He narrowly missed the desk that was shoved up against the window beside the bunks and the two lockers behind him attached to the wall between the bedroom and the living room.
Soon the two let their laughter die down as they stood motionless in their positions, realization just what they were committing to. There was, of course, the lingering doubt of whether they would survive the course. They had 10 years worth of classes, and they had to prove themselves worthy of graduating or they would either a) be forced to retake the year they flunked, or b) be kicked out for their ineptitude. Or, there was always choice c) where they do so well that they graduate early. The two thought they could do it by the sixth year if they tried hard enough or d) get personally elected by a squad captain or lieutenant.
"Soul Reapers...huh?" Kaito asked.
"Yeah," Yoshio answered, breathy. "It's kind of hard to imagine, eh?" he wondered, a small smile sent down at the one sitting. Kaito nodded, and Yoshio's smile fell quickly in contemplation. "What squad do you think we'll make it in?"
Kaito chuckled. "I think we should focus on what we're going to study before we even try to think about where we'll be placed in the 13 Court Guardian Squadrons," he replied, looking back at him in the lobby area. "Hell, our opinion on the Squadrons might even change as we go through the years," he supplied.
Yoshio smiled and agreed with a nod. "Yeah..."
He and Kaito changed into their sleeping clothing, laughed at each other for their choices, and sat down at the desk together, reading books. There was a stack of books between them and near the window, allowing for them to write on some of their papers with the ink and quill. There were a few small candles there that were lit. It got darker out, and the two hurriedly finished their forms. There was an alarm clock on the desk, and Yoshio offered to set it for him. He secretly hid it under Kaito's fluffy pillow.
When Kaito moved to his stuff which was more than Yoshio's (which was nothing), Yoshio decided on communing with his Zanpakutō. She refused to tell him the name of the move of the greatest attack of his weapon's, much to his ire, but she explained that she wanted him to have more experience in Zanjutsu before performing it again (it was a little early to even try the move before). She, apparently, had remembered a few of Kurosaki Ichigo's Kendo lessons when she was in the past(?) future and intended to teach him some of it to improve the attack's power and efficiency.
Kaito pulled out what appeared to be a violin and played a tune for Yoshio. When complimenting him, Kaito humbly brushed him off and told him that he was probably a wandering minstrel when he was still alive. Yoshio took it at face value and left it at that. He was not inquired as to his past, so he kept what little memory of it he had to himself.
They opened their lockers and began stuffing essentials inside of it, locking away whatever they had wanted to keep secret from the ruling body and in safe keeping. But Yoshio had managed to see a little book reminiscent to the Kamasutra poking out from behind the locker door when the outer side was facing him, the door having been opened. Kaito had the left locker.
"Porn?" he asked, catching Kaito's attention. He rose a brow. "Really?"
"My Zanpakutō's gay, okay! She likes reading this shit! It's not my fault!"
"Actually, it is," Yoshio smirked, catching his pale complexion. "Looks like your Zanpakutō doesn't mirror you as much as you thought, just a carbon copy with the opposite gender."
"If you're the same way as Mumei, I want out of this room!"
Blushing in embarrassment and anguish at the insinuation, Yoshio began to charge Kaito, both shutting their lockers in response to one another.
"COM'ERE, YOU FUCKING MERMAID!"
"NO, I DON'T WANT TO DIE! STRANGER DANGER, STRANGER DANGER!"
-= *4:37AM Monday, 23 December, 1850* =-
When the alarm clock went off above him, Yoshio yawned quietly and chuckled in amusement when Kaito tumbled off of his bed in surprise. Kaito rebuked Yoshio angrily, giving a lengthy explanation about how and why he needs his beauty sleep. Yoshio ignored him and pretended to listen, walking into the kitchen with another yawn. He noted that Kaito was definitely not a morning person and the need for a new alarm clock. The parts were strewn about the floor of the bedroom area.
Neither bothered to clean it as of yet, instead, Kaito begrudgingly sat at the table looking miserable. His onesie looked comfy but his expression indicated anything but comfort, his hair a mess and eyes drowsy and red from anger. Yoshio felt bad for him and turned slightly because he had his left shoulder to him. "You head back to bed, 'kay?" he said, garnering his attention. He laughed because Kaito looked like he was extremely happy at the suggestion. "I'll wake you up for breakfast. We'll bathe afterward, get our stuff ready, and head out to check the place out, okay?"
He nodded enthusiastically and left the kitchen quickly, scrambling into his bed. Yoshio shook his head in amusement because he could hear the creak of the bed when he got on the top bunk. There were even a few curses as he stepped on a few pieces of the alarm clock. There may have been light coming from outside as the moon reflected the sun's light, as well as candlelight coming from the kitchen where Yoshio was cooking at, but Kaito had poor eyesight. Another note to Yoshio's list was about getting him glasses for his birthday, whenever it was.
Yoshio figured cooking for the guy would score him some major points in his roommate's book, enabling him to ask for favors in advance or - if his cooking was good enough - maybe even use his food in exchange for helping him with homework and such. Kaito's apparent sleeping habit was conflicting with his hopeful ideal but Yoshio chose to think optimistically.
Kyōka Suigetsu manifested at his behest, and he inquired as to the types of foods from Europe. She taught him how to make a croissant (which were nothing but buttery rolls of flaky pastries), a tartine (which was basically just bread sliced lengthwise with butter and jam), some orange juice, and what was called café crème.
Afterward, being 5:00 AM, he placed the food at his table and covered Kaito's food to keep it warm, while gingerly eating his food as he made sandwiches. During his creation of a second sandwich, Kyōka was able to warn him about his teachers early. 4 Lieutenants and 4 Captains of the 13 Court Guardian Squadrons taught lessons. Justin Zabrowski of the 2nd Division teaches Strategy and History, Kuchiki Sōjun of the 6th Division teaches Hollow Anatomy, Yadōmaru Lisa of the 8th Division teaches Physics, and Ushōda Hachigen of the Kidō Corps teaches Kidō itself. He had left his schedule in his locker at her request so she could dumb it down for him.
4 Captains would be teaching lessons. Aikawa Rabu "Love," of the 7th Division teaches Zanjutsu, Shihōin Yoruichi of the 2nd Division teaches Hakuda, Muguruma Kensei of the 9th Division teaches Soul Reaper ethics (or rules, if you will), and Hikifune Kirio of the 12th Division teaches Science and Mathematics.
After finishing the creation of the second and third sandwiches, Yoshio sat down at his table to eat, dematerialized Kyōka, and called after Kaito. "It's time to get up! Food's ready!"
Curses were heard throughout the area when Yoshio heard a thump, and he assumed the worst. The guy had dropped on the forgotten, destroyed, and disarrayed alarm clock, and came into the room with a very angry aura when he was even more disheveled than before, pieces of clock adorning his features.
Yoshio laughed heartily and Kaito forced a smile until it became natural. He noted the strange food before him and Yoshio claimed to be the creator of good food. Kyōka was about to reprimand him, before realizing that since she was his new other half, so he had been technically including her. Not that Kaito knew that specific detail.
The two ate in silence - or what could have been if Kaito hadn't been constantly trying to goad Yoshio into making a restaurant for Soul Reapers. "Seriously," the guy continued, despite his continuity being anything but that and smacking lips, a fork pointed his way, "you could get some serious Kan for this food, y'know?"
"I know, I know," Yoshio smiled at the praise for his taste in culinary and Kyōka's good part in such. "Maybe I could name it Glass Food, Silver Noon," he mused quietly, purposely irritating Kyōka. (A/N: Kyōka Suigetsu means "Mirror Flower, Water Moon")
'Don't you dare defile my name!' she shouted, and he smirked in response.
"But it's funny."
'No!' she shouted, a cute image of her pouting on his mind. 'Hōgyoku!' she shouted.
"What?" he asked innocently. "He needed to see somethi-OW!"
The sound of hitting was evident. 'Baka! Hentai!'
Smack. "Fuck!" Smack. "Shit!" Smack. "Woman, I'm sorry!"
Amused, he shut them out, continuing to eat with a grin on his face and eating heartily.
"You keep that up with that stupid grin of yours and I'm gonna have to file a sex offender warrant to the school."
And just like that, Kaito ruined the good mood he was in.
"Kaito, if you ruin another good moment with my Zanpakutō and I again, I'll dump ice water on you to wake you up at three in the morning."
Kaito gasped incredulously, before standing up and pointing at him. "DOMESTIC ABUSE!"
Yoshio stood up as well, pointing back at him. "OBJECTION!"
"PLEASE!" begged the Hōgyoku. "STOP THE HORRIBLE ACTING!"
'MY EYES!'
-= *'MY EYES!'* =-
It was about six in the morning when the two finished their breakfast with laughs and recollections of the stupidities in their past, thinking on what could have been if their Zanpakutō hadn't shown up when they did. Seeing to it, both Zanpakutō gave them swift and painful headaches for the playful insults thrown in their directions. The boys laughed it off though as they explored the campus.
The first place that they had decided to explore was the Zanjutsu building, which was extremely large just on the width side, but the length side went down several times that. Down the line were several concrete stages all the way to the other end of the building which was embossed, holding in other rooms such as bathrooms, offices, and a place to house the staircase which went up to a second floor (it was mostly a catwalk that lined the edge of the building back to the door). The floors were of a raw umber that shined brightly, and the same color climbed up the walls before giving way to a white paper wall, mahogany window seals and railings to the second floor; the ceiling was bland and not worth noting.
The two practiced for a short while before Kaito royally handed Yoshio his ass via a deep Zanpakutō battle between the two. Other students - mostly of the new first years - were present and politely clapped for the two after their battle as Kaito helped Yoshio to his feet. They hung out for a few minutes and simply talked to one another about practically trivial but fun things, and watched the other first years duke it out between themselves for a few minutes.
They soon left for the Hakuda building, which was similar in all aspects to the Zanjutsu building. The only difference being its use. Yoshio had Kaito pinned the moment the spar began, and Kaito had barely tapped out in time to save his snappable limb of an arm. The two had a few more battles all quickly finished - by Yoshio - and talked for a few minutes, never once approached by any other students. A few loners dotted the place, and there was the occasional group of friends of pre-attendance meeting up. The two then left the building.
Kaito had recommended the Kidō building next, in which Yoshio strongly refused to accompany him on. It wasn't before long, that Yoshio was nonetheless dragged there anyway, despite his rather lucid and violent threats on the boy otherwise. Kaito figured that Yoshio wouldn't do that to him.
"Bakudō #2 Mojiretsu." (first original Bakudō, meaning "String")
Suddenly, Kaito was bound in several tendrils of light, wrapping around his forearms looking like chains, and the clinking pieces of metals trailed down to several heavy chunks of rock in the shape of prison balls and chains.
The boy fell forward onto the hard mat that felt like nothing except being proven wrong by his own assumption. Eventually, he squeezed out of the Kidō with a small burst of Spirit Energy against the thing. It loosened and dissipated, and he shot up with a thrust of his palm and shouted "Hadō #1: Sho!"
Yoshio was instantly pushed back by the gale of Spiritual Pressure launched into him, an immediate following of Hainawa from the Kidō expert before him resulting in an electric yellow tendril wrapping around Kaito's leg. Before the bounded Kidō Expert could react, Yoshio yanked just hard enough to both ground Kaito and regain orientation for a soft landing on the stage. There was a lull in combat which was filled with the sound of clapping around them, before the two ran forwards again in another bout of a Kidō battle.
Before another Kidō spell could be incanted by either of them, a third occupied the space with them, and it appeared to be a rather large figure by face, body, and hands. He stepped up to the two, who were still in stance and were watching him carefully, and he bowed politely to them. "Hello," he greeted them and they nodded, "I am Ushōda Hachigen, the Lieutenant of the Kidō Corps."
Kaito followed Yoshio's quick maneuver into standing at attention for him with immediate bows of respect.
"Toyoto Yoshio!"
"Sarizawa Kaito!"
The man chuckled a little at this. "Now, now," he said, "don't be alarmed, I'm just here to congratulate you." The two looked at each other in confusion momentarily. "Not many 1st year students have this high of an understanding of Kidō, except for a majority of students who are Nobles and have practiced long before their attendance of this school. How high of Kidō spells are you capable of performing right now?"
Yoshio and Kaito glanced at each other for a fleeting moment before Yoshio said, "Just up to 4 in Bakudō, and 3 in Hadō, sir. And I have a little bit of training in Kaidō..."
"8 in both, sir," Kaito replied. "No training in Kaidō."
"Who taught you?" he inquired.
They replied that it was by their Zanpakutōs that taught them. Lieutenant Ushōda rose an eyebrow. "That's strange," he mumbled. "Zanpakutō usually learn alongside their Soul Reaper masters..."
"I'm hearing an except here, sir..." Kaito blurted out and Yoshio elbowed him. Luckily, the Lieutenant ignored the outburst.
"...except reincarnated Zanpakutō or ones who used to belong to another Soul Reaper at least..."
"Hmm!" Yoshio hummed loudly, catching the attention of both his friend and the Lieutenant from putting anything together. "Well! I guess our Zanpakutō must have been reincarnated, huh?"
Kaito narrowed his eyes in confusion for a second before Yoshio coughed loudly and simultaneously bumped his elbow into Kaito's ribcage, and Kaito got part of the message by nodding in hesitant agreement.
Hachigen took a moment to think about it before smiling. "I suppose so," he agreed and looked to the both of them. "Well, I suppose I'll have to be going. I'll speak with the Zanjutsu Teacher about this later. You two have fun now." He bowed to them respectfully and they returned one to him, before he stepped off the stage. Yoshio dragged Kaito off the stage and outside. He took his friend around the corner, who immediately began shooting off questions.
"Look, dude, just shut up and listen, okay?" Yoshio tried to calm him.
"Okay, okay," Kaito said. "What the hell was that?"
"I can't tell you everything right now, but what I can say, is that Mumei isn't originally my Zanpakutō, nor is that her real na-"
"Hey," Kaito cut him off. "I'm okay with whatever. Just tell me who it belonged to."
"That's the thing..." Yoshio began, and Kaito nodded his head a little in order to urge him to continue. "...it's not about who it belonged to, it's about who it belongs to right now..."
"You stole it from a Soul Reaper?!" Kaito almost shouted, but Yoshio managed to cover his mouth.
"No, no, no," Yoshio shook his head. "You're not getting it. She came to me," he explained and Kaito opened his mouth and nodded in understanding. "...she's also Temporally Displaced..."
A moment of silence reigned over the two before Kaito said, "What?"
Yoshio sighed. "It means she's from the future or she died at one point and was moved to another time. In this case, she came from the future."
"So, her master died."
"No, no, her master didn't die, she ejected herself from him."
"But that's not possible," Kaito rejected his statement, "only Soul Reapers can release their Zanpakutō."
Yoshio sighed again and shut his eyes briefly. "Let's just say that that particular person wasn't always nice."
Kaito nodded.
"And he got his hands on something that could do...impossible things."
"So he got his hands on some sort of..." he shook his head and waved his hands around to emphasize his thinking process, "...wish granting device?" Yoshio nodded to confirm he was on the right track. "...his...personal genie lamp?"
Yoshio tilted his head a little in thought before coming back down to nod at him. "Essentially, yes."
"What's wrong with that?"
Yoshio rolled his eyes. "It was artificially intelligent, has unlimited wishes, and he was using it to blur the line between Soul Reapers and Hollows, as well as to grant him enough power to kill the Soul King."
It was silent again for moment as both of their faces fell flat in deadpan.
"Should you have told me this much?" asked Kaito.
"Hey," Yoshio smiled slyly, lightly punching Kaito's arm, "you're my friend and I trust you."
Kaito stared at him incredulously before smiling gleefully. "I ain't never had anyone trust me before."
"Now you do," Yoshio replied.
-= *"Now you do."* =-
"Captain Aikawa."
"Huh?"
The addressed man spun around to meet Ushōda Hachigen, Lieutenant of the Kidō Corps. The captain was of the Seventh Division, and despite the haori, his large afro was the most notable feature about him, second in line being his set of shades on his face.
"Yes, Lieutenant, what is it?" he asked.
"There are a pair of pre-attendees to the Spiritual Arts Academy I would like to let you know about ahead of time," he replied, garnering a short set of chuckling from the one known as Aikawa.
"Who would be more notable than the current Academy students who at least know more than them?" he asked with a smile.
Hachigen sighed, rubbing his forehead with a straighter look than usual. Aikawa understood these two were enough to warrant this kind of reaction from Hachigen and straightened his look as well. "These two claim their Zanpakutō already know several Kidō spells," he said and Aikawa stood up straight now from where he was leaning. "They claim a reincarnated Zanpakutō is in their possession but the way they acted says some other story I do not know right now..."
"They're keeping things from the instructors, then?" Aikawa surmised.
"I'm not particularly sure they mean to," Hachigen amended and Aikawa nodded thoughtfully. "Nevertheless, their names are Toyoto Yoshio and Sarizawa Kaito."
Aikawa put his chin in the vice of his finger and thumb while humming, before asking, "Anyone else?"
Hachigen thought for a moment. "Kurofuchi Hiruyaami, an expert in Hakuda and Zanjutsu. His Zanpakutō is...unsavory."
"Ah, yes, the Kurotsuchi reincarnate, if I remember Zabrowski-fukutaicho's report well," Aikawa mumbled to himself. "Nevertheless, I'll check their Zanpakutō. Thank you, Hachigen."
Hachigen smiled in relief before bowing. "No, thank you."
They parted ways.
-= *End of Chapter 4: Late December, 1850* =-
That was fun.
Now, here's an omake!
-= *Omake 3: Common Sense* =-
-= *4:00AM Sunday, 20 September, 1801* =-
A particular person by the name of Justin Zabrowski walked the halls of the Spiritual Arts Academy's kitchen, behind the cafeteria. He was currently cooking food for himself - which was evidently a triple tiered cake. While doing so, he hummed a colorful little tune to himself in rhythm to a song playing on a device in his pocket, loudly.
Justin Zabrowski's Treasury of Tunes
"The Schuyler Sisters"
By The Hamilton Musical
-guy's at-
(Work, work!)
Angelica!
(Work, work!)
Eliza!
And Peggy!
The Schuyler Sisters!
A clunk of several kitchen essentials fall to the floor behind him, and Justin whirls around with a black, L-shaped object fitting in his hand, pointing one end around the room with a dark countenance, looking around in confusion before pocketing the object at his waist and moving to pick up the fallen objects.
Angelica! Peggy! Eliza!
After some time of picking up the now dirty kitchen equipment and placing them in a nearby tub for leaning later, he skeptically glances around the room before returning to making a 'nutritious' meal.
Work!
Justin's gaze snapped to what appeared to be a small, black figure that raced across his vision, and his eyes narrowed.
Look around! Look around at how lucky we are to be aLIve right now!
He approached a rack with several kitchen cast iron pots and other equipment that he slowly began to edge away from one another, hoping to quietly reveal whatever has been irritating him for the past few minutes.
Look around! Look around at how lucky we are to be aLIve right now!
After pulling away the last object, a black cat with a pink hue underneath its golden glowing eyes leapt forwards into the direction of Justin, who barely managed to dodge out of the way and pounce at the sudden explosion of pink, who just so happened to be in the shape of a person.
History is Happenin' in Manhattan and we just Happen to be
In the greatest city in the wooooorld!
As the two were tackled to the ground, they went through a series of headlocks, armlocks, and leglocks before Justin managed a victory through the use of heavy Kidō spell usage, and pinned the interloper to the floor.
In the greatest city in the wooooorld!
Beneath whom he had been straddling was a rather inebriated teacher who teaches Hakuda at his school, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he realized who was beneath him. Yellow tendrils of light from several uses of Hainawa (Bakudō #4) were wrapped around both in strategic positions and her most intimate places. "S...Shihōin sensei."
The Lieutenant of the 2nd Division, princess of the Shihōin Noble family.
'Cause I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine-
(Look around, Look around-!)
She stared blearily back up to Justin, who could only blink and blush at the time, and she had enough of her audacity in her intoxicated state to slyly smirk at him and slur out a, "Alreddy tuh da moun', eh? Shudentchya buy me dinna' firs'?"
So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane
(The Revolution is happening in-)
After spouting enough nonsense, he looked above her head like he had seen something, and irritatingly took a calming breath.
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
(New York! New York!)
"Shihōin-sensei," he began. "What are you doing here?"
So listen to MY declaration!
"I smell'd goud cooking," she replied simply, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence.
"We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal!"
(Look around! Look around!)
He sighed in realization, before saying, "Well, you could have said something rather than scaring the crap out of me."
Look around! Look around at how lucky we are to be aLIve right now!
"Mmmhmm," she hummed in agreement, and he narrowed his eyes in the thought of her only humming was just for the hell of it. And that she was drunk. "Waz zat mus- *hic* -comin' frum?"
History is Happenin' in Manhattan and we just Happen to be
Justin grinned mischievously. "It's a secret."
In the greatest city in the world!
(In the greatest city-)
She groaned in frustration, and he for a moment thought it was genuine, before she looked up at him with a smirk. "I luv secrets..."
In the greatest cit-
He had his arm shoved in his shihakushō when the music abruptly cut out, and he had realized that the mostly naked woman beneath him was genuinely frustrated now, if the pout was any indication. She had likely liked the music despite it not being in the same language of hers nor the genre actually sounding familiar to her. Of course, she had probably never heard a musical before in that format. "I lik'd dat son..." she slurred.
He sighed. "I know." He stood up off of her and helped her to her feet, clothes suddenly appearing over her head, blocking her view of him.
"Nyah," she said plainly in little surprise. "Ahm blin'..."
"Sleep..." he mumbled with his hand on her forehead through the fabric, before she fell limp against him, and he set her down in a nearby chair aftering covering her up enough. "Damn cats..."
-= *6:53AM Sunday, 20 September, 1801* =-
Yoruichi awoke not shivering in the cold like some nights, but to warm fabric in a chair. Her eyes opened to find nothing but darkness, and she clawed off the offending garment in surprise. Her eyes focused after being wide open and she was bathed in candlelight from the rest of the kitchen before her.
She looked around her to find the seat pushed into a table like she was about to eat. She looked down to find a piece of cake before her, with a note attached. It took her some time to translate from Spanish, but she read it aloud.
"'It's my birthday today, so have a piece, Shihōin-sensei. From, your student, Justin Zabrowski.'" She looked down to the strange slice of cake before her and smiled. "Aww, he gave me some." As she was about to dig into the food, a second piece of paper appeared from behind the first that she didn't realize was there, and translated that one, too. "'P.S., don't ever scare me like that again, or I'll use Hadō, too - whether you're drunk or not.'"
Suddenly, all the events of last night returned to her, and she smiled again.
"You almost took me down raw," she punned (purred?) away shamelessly, "but I'm seriously interested in what you are capable of, Zabrowski-kun..." She picked up the provided eating utensil. "Itadakimasu!" And she dug in.
-= *End of Omake 3: Common Sense* =-
And that's the first personal meeting between the current (1850s) Captain and Lieutenant of the 2nd Division!
Comments:
Bob of the A: "Cool concept. I've never read the original, but this is good."
Reply: "Thank you! The original goes on way faster than what I was going for but it ends on a REALLY REALLY GOOD NOTE and I got mad and decided I wanted to write it, so I asked for permission to rewrite it for A-TLZ, and he's cool with it, so he's beta-ing his own story and all. This story's really fun! I may have taken a hiatus and stuff, but that was just me getting used to my first job and all! I'm back!"
And now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!