Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto; Masashi Kishimoto does. I Do NOT own Bleach; Tite Kubo does.
***Warning: Spoilers for the current Manga and Anime; as of June 20, 2009.*
Authors Note: Names are in traditional Japanese style. Translations are at the bottom—please note I'm not going to put the translations at the bottom if I already have in a previous chapter.
Previously:
He shook his head. "If I were a Zanpakutō spirit where would I be?" he asked himself. He chuckled as he continued on towards his goal. He didn't know how he knew it was there; but he did.
He came upon his 'throne room' as he privately called it when he was alive. The room was adorned with giant snake replicas with two extending down towards and sitting on either side of a throne.
"So you're the spirit of my Zanpakutō?" he asked the figure sitting on the throne.
It moved forward, rising from the throne. It-which he found was decided female. "Hello Orochimaru-kun."
Chapter VII
Zanpakutō
Her red hair fell down in thick strands past her shoulders. She wore a dark emerald green kimono and two gold rings on each middle finger. The Kimono was plain, but loose revealing her generous curves. She had sickly yellow eyes; not slit like Orochimaru however; and pointed ears that extended out past her hair. She had earrings of four circles linked together in a diamond. Over her right eye she wore a rose that was strapped to her face like an eye patch and three small round piercings underneath her left eye. And to top it off she had two smooth brown horns extending from her head and curving back slightly.
She giggled at him and pulled a petal out of the rose; which he noticed grew back right away; and chewed on it in a manner meant to be cute. "So what do you need Orochi-Kun?" she asked him.
He blinked slightly and adopted his traditional smirk. "And why were you sitting on my throne?" he asked her.
Her eyes widened as she was assaulted by an overwhelming bloodlust. She dropped the petal and fell to her knees as he walked by and sat on the throne. As soon as he sat down the feeling went away and she gasped for breath. 'T-that energy wasn't Reiatsu!' she thought.
"Of course it wasn't reiatsu…silly girl; didn't you learn anything by being here in my mind?" he asked her.
She gasped as he answered her private thoughts.
"What don't look surprised my dear…this is my mind after all." He punctuated his statement by releasing the energy again. "As you will learn later this is the energy from my old world…Chakra; the mixture of Physical and Spiritual energy." He chuckled at her confused look. "How strange, a part of me that didn't realize we're from another dimension."
He shrugged his shoulders; "Oh well learn about our world while I'm not here; and never sit upon my throne." He chuckled. "Now what is your name." he asked her.
She glared at him from the floor. "You must earn my power, and at the rate you're going you'll never…" her rant was cut off by another wave of chakra which sent her gasping to the floor again. She glanced up through lidded eyes to find him squatting near her.
"Now, now my dear;" He chuckled and grasped her throat. "I wasn't asking. All you have to do is tell me your name…you know I could easily subjugate you will and power." He let her down.
"And ill make things comfortable for you if you cooperate with me."
She gasped for breath as she staggered to her hands and knees. "My name is…."
He grinned and created a bed for her to lie on.
"H-how are you doing these things?" she asked weakly.
He shook his head. "This is my mind…here I am God." He laughed before turning serious. "I can create or replicate anything I want here." He waved his hand causing a snake to slither out of the wall. It reared itself up next to the bed and opened its mouth to reveal a monitor. "Here educate yourself on our past….And if you ever call me 'Orochi-Kun again' ill eviscerate you."
He stood up slowly startling the teacher assigned to watch him. He glanced down to see he had a regular sized katana that had a deep red sheath and green hilt wrappings along with a golden guard shaped like a rose.
He chuckled at the surprised look the man sent him. He unsheathed the sword and inspected its brightly shining blade. He grasped the hilt with both hands and held it diagonally in front of him.
"Hey what are you doing Orochimaru?" the Instructor asked.
"Trempez les champs de la redevance, Princesse de Rose de Sang" he called out. Green reiatsu flowed around him as the blade shifted. The hilt now sported vines wrapping around the rose shape and trailing up into the blade. The blade itself hand lengthened a few inches and the rear part of the blade had become serrated six inches up and continuing to the tip of the blade.
The man sputtered as he realized Orochimaru had received his shikai on awakening his Zanpakutō. "P-p-please follow me." Orochimaru sealed his Zanpakutō and followed.
He led him to the location of the Sōtaichō, who was currently in a meeting with the other captains. He kneeled and knocked on the door. The knock was met with silence before they were asked to enter. The Sōtaichō sat on the floor against the far wall. Jutting out into the room was the other captains; Even numbered on the right and odd on the left.
The Second Division Captain stood to the right, she was a short woman with dark blue hair that was cropped short; except for two braids that fell down to her mid-back. She wore the standard Captain's uniform. She stared at him in veiled disgust once she noticed his Academy uniform. 'Soifon, Taichō of the Second Division.'
Next to her was Unohana; who smiled and nodded at him. 'Unohana Retsu, Taichō of the Fourth Division.'
Standing next to her was a man who looked moderately youthful with dark blue eyes and long black hair held up by a white headpiece. He wore the standard captain's uniform along with a light green scarf around his neck. He briefly glanced at him before returning his gaze forward. His attitude reminded Orochimaru of the Royalty of his world. 'So this is Kuchiki Byakuya Hm? Taichō of the Sixth Division.' he thought.
Next to him stood a tall man wearing the standard captain's uniform along with a pink flower printed kimono on the outside. His face was unshaven and his brown hair was held back in a ponytail. He lifted the straw hat he wore to gaze at him. 'Kyōraku Shunsui, Taichō of Division Eight.'
Next to him was a short boy who seemed to have a perpetual frown on his face. His white hair was spike back leaving one strand to fall forward. His ice teal eyes flickered to his position before turning his attention back to the Sōtaichō. 'Hitsugaya Toshiro, Prodigy Taichō of the Tenth Division.'
Next to him stood the Captain of the Twelfth Division; Kurotsuchi Mayuri. He tilted his head in fascination at him and chuckled.
Across from Soifon stood a fairly tall man with silver hair and the standard captain's uniform. His eyes were closed and his face set into a suspiciously vulpine grin. 'Ichimaru Gin, Taichō of the Third Division.'
Across from Unohana stood a man whose wavy brown hair fell around his face like you might expect a scholar to wear. He had thick dark glasses that seemed to punctuate the appearance. He glanced at him and gave him a friendly smile. 'Sōsuke Aizen, Taichō of the Fifth Division.'
Next to him stood an incredibly tall man with the standard captain's uniform along with a form of armor covering his head and arms. 'Komamura Saijin, Taichō of the Seventh Division.'
Next to him stood a man with dark skin and the standard captain's uniform with the sleeves rolled up and an orange scarf around his neck. Across his eyes he had a pair of opaque glasses. 'Kaname Tosen, Taichō of the Ninth Division.'
Next to him was another giant man, although he was visibly muscular and wore the standard captain's uniform although his haori was ragged and ripped in places. Across his right eye he had a black eye patch and had his hair spiked up in all different directions, with bells tied on the end. 'Zaraki Kenpachi, Taichō of the Eleventh Division.'
Next to him was a sickly man with pale skin and white hair. He wore the standard captain's uniform. 'Ukitake Jūshirō, Taichō of the Thirteenth Division.'
The two of them came to the middle of the room and bowed to the Sōtaichō. Yamamoto stared at the interim instructor through his closed eyes. "Akiyama Minato; why have you interrupted a Captains meeting?" he asked.
Minato blushed lightly as the other captains looked on in mild interest. "Y-Yamamoto-Sōtaichō; you told me to report to you immediately if anything strange should happen…" he trailed off.
The Sōtaichō glanced at Orochimaru before returning his attention to Minato. "And what was it?"
Minato swallowed to calm his nerves. "A-after Orochimaru-san awakened his Zanpakutō, he displayed that he acquired his Shikai." He finished.
The Captains all showed some level of interest as Yamamoto turned his head to glance at Orochimaru. "Is this true, Orochimaru-san?" he asked him.
He nodded; adopting a benevolent smile. "Hai, it is Yamamoto-Sōtaichō."
Yamamoto stared at him. "Then would you demonstrate it here."
Orochimaru nodded. 'Are you ready Hime-Chan?'
He was met with a subdued 'Hai Orochi-Sama' His eye twitched slightly before settling down. 'I suppose that is a … acceptable title…'
He grasped the hilt and pulled it from the sheath; holding it with both hands diagonally in front of him. "Trempez les champs de la redevance, Princesse de Rose de Sang" he called. Green reiatsu flowed around in twisting arcs before swirling around the blade. Vines sprouted and wrapped around the rose guard; trailing up into the blade. The blade itself lengthened and the rear part was now serrated.
The gathered officers looked on at the near unheard of feat of an academy student gaining their shikai.
Kuchiki Byakuya stared stoically at the boy who had accomplished what he had not. Although he had never gone to the academy; he had studied under his grandfather – The previous Captain of the Sixth Division; he hadn't achieved his own Shikai until the last weeks of his instruction.
He had been ecstatic that he had gotten the first release of his Zanpakutō; but had his dreams of grandeur crushed by his grandfather. So when this…boy was paraded in front of him after achieving his shikai a jealous fire started to burn in his soul.
Author's Note: Orochimaru's Zanpakutō spirit was meant to be everything he is not; cute, flirtatious etc. And updates are going to be longer; but will obviously take longer to type.
Next Chapter: Reflections! Yamamoto Reminisces.
Translations:
Trempez les champs de la redevance, Princesse de Rose de Sang – Drench the Fields of Royalty, Blood Rose Princess (In French)
Shikai – First release
Hime – Princess
