A/N Hello every one, I'm sorry it took so long to update, but now its summer. Yay? I don't know if that's a good thing for my writing career cause I'm working, but I'll try to update as much as possible. M'Kay?
Now, a bunch of you are wondering, "How in the hell does Tamaki know all this crap about the Bleach world?" Well, it will be explained soon. Very soon. I'm trying to make my chapters longer for you guys, but I seem to be failing. I is wills Trys Harderss~! Oh, And I Fixed the names~! So, If you catch that again, tell me cause it's a big oops on my part~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Deadman Wonderland or Bleach. They belong to their respective owners. And if they belonged to me, well, you might not want to know what would happen.
Sorry for my babble! On with the Chapter! Reviewers get a nice hot cookie and Flames will make them~!
Chapter VII: through a mouthful of Cookie
Tamaki stood in front of a mass of people, all of which are waiting nervously for the man to start. Tamaki tapped the microphone, and a bit of feedback kicked out, causing the people to cover their ears. "Welcome! I have something new to show you, something exciting! So I hope you enjoy what I'm about to show you,"
On a screen behind him, Pictures started flashing, and his face broke out into one of his trademark grins.
On the screen, pictures of Ichigo fighting Malic, mostly the part where his hollow had taken over, slicing off his enemies head. "As you can see, we have a potential weapon, he is strong, uncaring and has enough strength to put an end to the strongest of people that are going to oppose our plan."
He started pacing the stage, his feet clanking with every step. "Ichigo Kurosaki is our path to success, or better put, His inner demon is. At the moment Ichigo is in control, but that will change. With the help of a … friend I am working to strengthen this Demon. He will serve us and be our ultimate weapon."
Looks of wonder, ambition, and blood lust, all came from the audience at Tamaki's words. It was enough to make an outside observer think this was a mob of murders. Even though almost every one of them were wearing a suit. Applause broke out, cheers ringing through the audience.
Tamaki raised his hand to signal for silence from the now-riled audience. "It will take a bit of time for us to complete our research and make him into our weapon." The audience seemed a bit saddened at this news, but Tamaki's smile seemed to reassure their dark intentions.
A hand shot up, connected to a slim figure. "Where did you acquire such a thing as that? Tamaki placed a hand on his hip and pushed up his glasses with his other. "That is a little trade secret," he said. Right after her finished answering the question, about three more people blurted out their own questions on the matter.
"Where is he from?"
"What is the significance of the mask?"
"How does he fare against someone stronger than that man?"
Tamaki just smirked, a glare covering his glasses. Not answering the questions directly about his toy. Then, one voice rang out a question he would be happy to answer; surprised no one had asked it sooner. "What exactly are you going to use this weapon for?"
"Why, what a splendid question! You see, we are going to bring the world to its knees. All will be forced to bow under our power, and at the head of the world will be Deadman Wonderland, A perfect world, free of crimes. And I will be at the helm of this new nation. We will be able to punish all criminals at our facility, for the amusement of the innocent. A perfect, ideal, world. For us at least."
His answer left some inspired, but others had lost the ambitious look in their eyes and it as replaced by a look of disgust. A voice rang out, distraught, from the audience. "You're telling us you're going to remake to world?" Tamaki's Smile twisted into a scowl, an eye opening to look at the person who protested. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. "Don't you think that's a bit outrages? You're most likely the one who made the world as bad as it is!" He shouted, but was cut off from specking when a taser reached his side.
He fell to the ground, knees buckling, and curled up into a tight ball.
Tamaki looked down at his adversary with a scowl, and then turned away from the audience. "Any who think this is outrageous raise your hand." Tamaki said, and then shot a guard a look.
Three gun shots were heard, along with a group of screams. "Clean up the bodies." He told one guard as he was about to exit the stage. He turned back to the now petrified, silent audience. "Consider what was said today. Remember what these men did to die." Then he exited the stage.
Ichigo looked down on his Ramen, now yellow eyes down cast. He felt pitiful, weak, like a killer. Even though it had not truly been him, and even though Malic had been a criminal, deserving of what he did, Ichigo felt he didn't deserve to die.
He was pulled from his anguish by arms grabbing him from behind and white hair covered his vision. "H-hey! Shiro!" He called, trying to get out of the jungle of white encasing him. "What is Ichi-kun doing? You look sooooo sad~! Cheer up!" she called out as she jumped on Ichigo's back. He struggled keeping his balance with her on his back, but was soon relieved when she did a handstand on the table, flipping slightly, and landed in the chair opposite Ichigo. "What are you doing here Shiro? Why aren't you with Ganta?" He said a bit confused. From what he had seen, Shiro was stuck to the young deadman like glue, and it was strange seeing them apart. But then again, When Ganta had confronted him earlier, he was without Shiro.
Ichigo, pulling from his thoughts noticed Shiro's arm snaking towards his tray. 'Oh no…' He thought as her hand got closer, seizing the cookie off his tray. She gave a big grin that said every thing. But she still said it out loud."I saw you all sad and stuff so I came to cheer you up~!" And then bit into the cookie, crumbs flying everywhere. Ichigo, sweat dropping, sighed, and then leaned back. He was comforted by the fact she didn't hate him for what happened in the cage.
"Ichiguff iff Siroffs Frienmm toff."
"What?" Ichigo said leaning forward giving the white haired girl a confused look. She smiled, swallowing the mouthful of cookie she was happily munching on. "I said Ichigo is Shiro's friend too!"
She gave him an Innocent smile, showing her perfect, white teeth.
"But Ganta is Shiro's bestest –estest –estest –ESTEST friend ever!" Then she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth.
Ichigo chuckled lightly, giving her a warm smile.
"By the way, why did you get named strawberry?" She asked, after swallowing the rest of the cookie, tilting her head to the side.
A tick mark appeared on Ichigo's forehead and he gave her an outrageous look, his face turning red. "It's not 'Strawberry!'" He said highly flustered. "'Ichi' Means number one, and 'go' means protector!"
Shiro laughed, standing up and danced around the table singing, "Strawberry, Strawberry." Ichigo just looked down, eyes closed, tick mark throbbing on his forehead. He then gave a smile, standing up.
"Thanks' Shiro. You cheered me up, just like you set out to do."
Shiro nodded, pulling out another cookie from god knows where, and began to munch on it. "Yough Welcomff Stawbwrrigh" She said through the cookie currently inhabiting her mouth.
Ichigo smiled again. Things seemed to be looking up. Too bad for him, he didn't know things were about to get much, much darker.
Tamaki sat in his office, playing with a toy, twisting its arms and legs in odd directions, trying to will it to bend beyond its natural limits. With an unforgiving snap, It fell apart.
He gave an unsatisfied hump at its breaking, and looked at it's now separated limbs. His phone vibrated under a bunch of paper. He dug it out, flipping it open without looking at the name. Fiddling with his now broken toy he sighed into the phone.
"Yeah? What do you want?" He said heavily into the phone.
"That's not very nice." A cool voice stated from the other side.
Tamaki's eyes shot open. "I'm sorry; I didn't know it was you. I don't think they had called ID's for…um... whatever it is you are using to call me.
There was a pause on the other end, "It does not matter. How did the conference go?" Tamaki smiled. "Good, but I'm not sure they are all in." The man gave a cool chuckle, "We can get rid of them if need be. How is the weapon?" Tamaki Sighed. "Well, he is progressing, but slowly. The poison's effect on his hollow is being hindered every time he consumes candy." It was the man's turn to sigh. "We will need to hurry; my enemies are getting wind of our plan. I did, however, send someone to get some things to help … persuade him."
The man seemed pleased at the news. They sat in silence for a little bit, and then suddenly, he gave a large grin. "I just got an Idea." He said his voice betraying his grin.
"What?"
"If I remember correctly, you said a hollow has no heart, correct?"
"Yes."
Tamaki's face darkened at this news.
"Here is my Idea..."