Voiceover:
You know that Oh Shit feeling from the first chapter?
Well, it appears it comes into different flavors. There is the Oh Shit for personal reasons, the Oh Crap for big things and the Oh My God for the really big apocalyptic things that occur.
I just got an Oh My God feeling. A shiver, a shudder and a tingly feeling in my toes, accompanied these feelings.
I will state this for the record.
I do not like this.
At all.
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There is something to be said about Orihime. She might be a bit empty headed but she is ranked third in her school. In other words, she isn't stupid. She lacked practical sense but she was intelligent, just not in the practical way.
"My name is Orihime Inoue." Orihime bowed, speaking in slightly accented English.
George sighed in relief. "I'm George." She bowed as well, almost tipping over.
A pause as the two girls stared at each other. Both wore white clothes, one in a dress another in casual slacks and blouse. They both had the same long hair but different colored hair. Their faces were different; despite her captivity, Orihime still had a smiling face while George's face was in a permanent half frown. Hands placed in front of her, fidgeting nervously. Geroge's hands were crossed across her chest, not exactly confrontationally but not submissive.
"So, you're alive?" George asked, breaking the silence.
Orihime nodded. "Yes. You're not?"
One would think a big gaping hole in one's body would be an indication, then again stranger things has appeared.
George indicated to the hole. "This would be rather shitty to live with."
Orihime nodded in agreement. "Where is your mask fragment?"
"Mask fragment?" George tilted her head trying to figure out what Orihime mean. "You mean this?"
Stupid thing is itchy when it appears.
A white mask started growing on her face, as blackness covered her left eye, turning her iris yellow. Orihime started back, stepping back with her foot. She recognized this, Ichigo had the same thing happen to him but the sense of dread she would get was not present. There was no aggression or offensive emotion.
"I'm NG." The voice sounded like rocks grinding on rocks but again, it didn't scare Orihime. "Pleased to meet you."
Orihime grinned. "It's nice to meet you too NG." She leaned forward, her nervousness bleeding away. "Uh..what does NG mean?"
"Not George." NG scratched her head, combing her head with her fingers. "George's not good with names Orihime."
Orihime walked forward, coming within a foot of NG. She peered at NG curiously. "Can I touch that?" She lifted a finger to indicate the half mask.
NG shook her head. "Naw. I'm going back to sleep anyways and it'll disappear along with me." To prove her point, the mask was cracking up, breaking.
Orihime watched as the mask shattered falling onto the ground in pieces. George rubbed her face as Orihime looked at her, eyes wide with curiosity. Geroge noticed how creepily Orihime was staring and raised an eyebrow.
Seriously, you're creepy. And I've seen creepy before..ugh..the tongue…
"What?"
"You're like Ichigo, with the mask and the eyes." Orihime said in explanation.
"Un huh." Said Geroge slowly, explaining that would be very tedious and confusing seeing how she didn't understand it herself. She quickly changed the subject. "What are you doing here?"
Orihime's eyes darkened and she hung her head.
Me thinks I know why.
"You got kidnapped too, huh." George watched as she nodded. "Eh, so was I. Got totally dragged into here and now they won't let me go."
Stupid bastards for tricking me, really stupid of me for falling for their trick. I should've known something was wrong when that mammoth of a guy had a freaking hole in his body.
Orihime remained silent, her hands started to tremble again. George continued. "So why are you here? Got some cool powers? Smash a mountain with a flick of the wrist? Laser beam eyes? Shrink ray?"
Those are really cool powers.
"I can reject God's actions."
"That's co-" George paused, her face frozen. "What?"
Did she say what I think she said?
Orihime smiled sadly. "That was why I was brought here, to restore the Orb of Distortion and to heal their soldiers."
Where have I heard that Orb thingy?
George snapped her fingers. "That weird black ball thingy?"
Orihime nodded.
"Wait." George looked at Orihime intensely. "You can reject God's actions so that means you can reverse something from occurring right?"
"Yes." Orihime said slowly not really getting what George was leading to.
She was unprepared for George to grab her by the front of her dress. "Can you reverse this?" George indicated to her stomach where the hole was.
"Yes but…" Orihime didn't understand why.
"Do it then. Please." George didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home. From her limited experience with crazy derange people, she figured that if she didn't have whatever they wanted they'll let her go.
George never really used her brain much. It was still a bit rusty. If she did, she'd realize that Aizen would just do it all over again.
Orihime saw the desperation in George's eyes and nodded.
"I reject." Whispered Orihime, an orange shield appeared, engulfing George.
The hole shrank inward, disappearing all together. But something went wrong. Deep in George's mindscape, NG was swearing as she dodged the glowing characters. One second they were floating around the next, doing the hokey pokey. Within seconds they disintegrated and blue light appeared.
Oh, crap.
Orihime stared as George's reiatsu flared and bellowed. Seconds before that occurred; Orihime thought she saw something on Geroge's skin before her shield was shattered from the inside out. A blast of pure power floored Orihime, sending her flying. Her fairies caught her before she smacked into the wall. A shield appeared around Orihime, protecting her from the waves of reiatsu that appeared.
A pillar of pure reiatsu emanated from George, breaking through the ceiling. Through her shield, Orihime watched as the blue reiatsu condensed, changed shape and turned a dark royal blue. It covered George like a black hooded cloak. Orihime was strongly reminded of the folklore tale about Death.
Through the shield, she could feel George's reiatsu. Like Ichigo's there were two distinct tastes. One hollow, the other shinigami but with George's there was three. She didn't recognize the last smell.
Again like before, the feeling she got from the reiatsu wasn't oppressive or dark. It just was. Like it was normal, like it was meant to be. It went on, without pause, without interruption. It is what it is. There was no mistake of power. Orihime was strongly reminded of a quote she heard once: Life will continue for not even Death will stop it.
In Aizen's control room, Aizen looked at the floating screen where the images of George's explosive reaction to Orihime's powers were being played repeatedly. He smiled as he watched. His earlier assessment was wrong; it appears George was going to be an interesting experiment after all.
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"I'm dead?" Asked a faint voice, male, young full of shock.
Momo turned to see the youth, injury free, very vibrant, and very confused. Rube went over to the youth while the other three just stood there bored. Momo watched as the two talked and marveled that no one noticed that Rube was talking to an empty space.
She realized that there was a spell or 'thing' that allowed the Grim Reapers do their job without outside interference. That amazed her. If the soul reapers were able to do that, then they could change it so that they could be invisible. She would be able to sneak right into Hueco Mundo and rescue Aizen-sama.
A strange light glowed in her eyes as Momo fantasized the rescue and in how Aizen-sama would be so proud of her.
"Hey, Momo, you might want to see this." A hand tapped her shoulder.
Momo turned around just in time to see a glowing racetrack appear right in the middle of the restraunt. The soul walked towards the light and disappeared. The glowing racetrack disappeared as well.
Momo stared, incredulous and very confused with a bit of curiosity.
"What was that?"
"Path to the after life." Daisy took out her lipstick and reapplied her make up.
"Do you know what the afterlife is?" Momo could imagine it isn't like Soul Society.
"Nope."
"Are you not curious?"
"Sure but it's not like anyone knows. Once you go, there is no way back."
"Oh."
Roxy went over to them, her police officer hat on her head. "Daisy, show Momo around town. We're meeting at Rube's place."
Daisy mock saluted. "Yes ma'am." She walked towards the door and Momo followed her.
"Where are we going?" Momo asked, walking swiftly. In her gigai, she was unable to use shunpo.
"Around." Daisy said airily. "I imagine this place is very different from where you're from."
"Soul Society."
"Pardon?"
"I'm from Soul Society."
"Oh." Daisy signaled for a taxi. "Thanks for telling me."
The taxi pulled up and the two got in. As the two went around the city, walking, talking, seeing the sights one box got delivered to Geroge's place. Said box was found by Rube who took it back to his place and opened it up. Said boss stared at Geroge's bag before picking up his phone and started making calls. With the orders given to him a week ago, there was also an assortment of numbers. He tried calling George but she didn't pick up so he left a message. He started on the other numbers.
"Hello?"
"Excuse me, is this Yamamoto?"
"No. This is vice captain Matsumoto. Who are you? How did you even get this phone line?" A female voice answered him.
Rube rubbed his forehead. "Listen, Matsumoto, I need to speak with your boss. It's really important."
"What's your name? I can't have a totally stranger talk to him." She sounded exasperated.
"My name is Rube. I am the current head of the Grim Reaper External Influence division in Seattle. Can you please get your boss?" Rube asked, irritated. Geroge might be in trouble and this Matsumoto wasn't making the process easier.
"Well…" A muffling sound was heard. "We're going to pick you up. It turns out the Captain General needs to speak to you as well. Please stay on the line."
Rube frowned, even though the other person couldn't see his face. Pick him up? What ever did they mean by that?
A Japanese style door opened up, a few feet away from him, and two butterflies floated through. Those two butterflies changed into two people. One was tall with funny ornaments in his hair and a scarf while the other was short with white hair. They wore black kimonos and a white top on top of that.
"Please come with us." Said the tall man. "The Captain General wishes to speak to you."
Rube was rarely surprised by life anymore but this took the cake. He stepped towards the two shinigami and walked with them into the door. The door closed and disappeared.
A frog jumped out of the box, hopping around the floor. It croaked several times before disappearing.
A.N.
The bold words are the hollow's inner thoughts. The italicized are George's. When the hollow is in control, the italicized words are there. When George is in control, the words remain normal.
I'm trying to focus on George so the Momo part is a bit short. This fic is mostly focusing on the Espada and Aizen.
If you want more stuff on Momo and the other shinigami, give a shout in your review. If you want more Espada stuff, give a shout.
Can you guys guess the frog part?
I'm happy you guys like this story.
Anyways, please review. Tell me your thoughts.
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