Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Deathnote or any of the affiliated characters

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Deathnote or any of the affiliated characters.

Recap: " Good, like I was sayin', wouldn't it be awesome to rule the world? Not just Earth but like Heaven too!" Shige exclaimed, arms held aloft.

"No."

" Why not?"

L's face turned morose, " It's something he would want to do."


-Start Chapter Six:Apocalypse-

Urahara Shop

Same day

3:35 am

"The dimension? You're saying just one of these things by itself can destroy the whole fucking dimension?" Ikkaku asked in a near growl. His eyes narrowed menacingly as tightly clutched the table's edge. The emergence of such a powerful being would be a severe setback for the shinigami and though the bald-headed third seat loved a good brawl he knew his limits.

Hitsugaya's face took on a grave expression as everyone turned to stare at him. The news had thrown them off-balance since it was extremely difficult to imagine and comprehend the existence of the black shinigami. This could be even harder to deal with than Aizen and his army of arrancar, although at this rate, the universe may already be obliterated by the time Aizen made his move.

"Um, captain? What do you think we should do about it sir?" Matsumoto spoke up in a rare moment of respect. Hitsugaya lowered his eyes to look at the ground and shook his head silently.

"I don't know." The young captain whispered. Everyone stared at him skeptically, the young captain always had a strategy and a plan of what to do no matter how grave the situation was. "I don't know," he repeated again. "I've never seen a black shinigami before, no one has. No one in the entire universe, shinigami or human knows about the capabilities of these creature, I don't think even they themselves know otherwise the world would have been destroyed centuries ago."

"I believe I can shed some light on the matter," Urahara spoke up. He had remained silent until now surveying the others from under the brim of his hat. "I believe you are all quite familiar with the system in Soul Society?" he asked the group. They all nodded, signaling for him to proceed. "Shinigami follow the orders of the Central 46, the supreme council but they in return live under the rulings of the divine being, of God and his archangels who dwell in the higher heavens," Urahara pause here as he stood up.

"But what does this have to do with the black shinigami?" Rukia asked.

"Please don't interrupt Rukia-chan, it's very rude. As I was saying," Urahara continued, "According to Mayuri's information, a black shinigami is a fallen archangel, one who has come to disgrace himself in the eyes of God."

"Hold up a second, I thought fallen angels turned into demons in hell or somethin' like that," Ikkaku interrupted.

"No, what most humans believe to be an angel is not true. Angels are not the winged messengers of God they are depicted to be. The truth is, the shinigami are the closest to being angels than any other being."

"Excuse me," it was now Yumichika who spoke, "You mean to say that we are angels, divine beings so to speak."

"In a sense, yes," the hat-wearing shopkeeper replied. " It is commonly believed among the higher-ups in Seireitei that the shinigami were created by God to act as angels of a sort. But please, allow me to finish. Despite what people think, in the earliest days of our universe, archangels were in constant rotation. God had yet to figure out whom he could trust and who was worthy of a position by his side. As his appointed archangels became unfaithful or fell into sin they were not just banished from the higher heavens but they were killed and had their souls removed. However, the corpses of the dead archangels would be reincarnated and awaken in a barren wasteland in a world separate from Soul Society, the Human World, or Hell."

"But how is that possible, no being can survive without a soul, not even God himself." Rukia wondered incredulously. It was true, a being's soul was their essence, it was what gave them life and character, nothing could survive without one.

Urahara looked at her, he had been hoping not to have any more interruptions. Rukia shrank in her seat when she met his gaze and looked apologetic. She had rarely seen the man so serious about something.

"You're right Rukia-chan but the thing is, these newly awakened creatures did have souls of sorts. You see, the combination of having their souls removed and falling into sin had a very strange effect on these black shinigami. After their souls were removed, a very small strange sort of black spot was left inside them, the beginning of a black soul. Essentially, a black soul is a manifestation of evil meaning that to their very core, black shinigami are evil beings. As time progressed, the appearance of the black shinigami changed, they mutated into grotesque inhuman creatures until they were evil inside and out. However, most of them don't know how much power they truly possess or how evil they really are; none of them remember their previous lives as archangels either." Urahara stopped after he said this. The shinigami watched him waiting for him to say something else but he was finished.

"This is all a load of crap," Renji broke the silence. "That's what I think anyway. How do you even know all this anyway?"

Urahara glared at him from beneath his hat's brim. This was a serious matter and this impulsive young lieutenant was not treating it as such.

"I've been around a lot longer than you think lieutenant. Perhaps I should remind you that I was once 12th division captain? Shinigami have been around since the beginning of time and the 12th division has been recording the universe's history since day one. This information is stored in the system under heavy protection and is only accessible to the captain of the division. Do you think I would make something like this up? This is not something that is to be taken lightly." Urahara sounded angrier than anyone had ever heard him. Renji was so taken back he was unable to say anything more.

"Do any of you remember the black war?" Urahara asked the group. They all shook their heads except for Matsumoto.

"I was the 10th seat in the 10th division then, funny how that works out isn't it?" Matsumoto laughed a little despite the general atmosphere of the room. "Anyways, our division was put in charge of cleaning up after that, pretty nasty genocide in Australia thousands of hollows made. I must have thousands of gallons of booze those years to cope with the headaches." Everyone turned to stare at her. "What? It helps." she dismissed them. "Whatever. We had never seen anything like it before. That weird reiatsu was there too, that's probably what gave me those killer migraines. Anyways, the Tasmanian people were dropping dead left and right but it didn't seem like anyone had done anything to them, they just died for no reason. The humans didn't get it either, they just called it genocide and that was it."

"She's right," Urahara said. "We believe a black shinigami was involved in those killings. It lent its powers of death to a human on the British side who carried out the murders indirectly in a way that we still haven't been able to figure out, thousands upon thousands of humans died during those years of unexplainable causes. And that's just the black shinigami working at their most basic level."

"Wait, so you mean that was nothing for them. Killing that many humans is just what they do? What would happen if one unleashed it's full power then?" Ikkaku asked rather angrily. This situation was not getting any better for him.

"I believe you're all familiar with the term 'Apocalypse'?"

-End Chapter Six-Apocalypse-


(A/N: Wow, it's been almost a year, I'm surprised people still read this story. Anyways the urge to write came over me yesterday night so here it is, the long awaited chapter six. Mostly a lot of background to lead up to what's coming next, but it's getting kind of religious. I hope no one gets mad at me for this for getting religion involved but it can't be helped.)