"Run for it, Rukia." Renji pushed himself to standing. "We can handle things here."
Sanura pulled her katana from it's sheath on her back.
"I've wanted to see what this would do for a while now..." She murmured, holding the amber sword out. Reitsu blazed around it.
"Let's see what you can do." She grinned, hefting the enormous double crescent zanpakuto over her head. She threaded her fingers through the chain attached to the bottom and swung it hard.
"In your face, Spoonhead-kun!" She yelled, launching it toward Kazeshini, who barely moved out of the way.
"Watch where you're swinging that thing!" He yelled with a grin, launching himself towards her.
"Getsuga Tensho!" Sanura yelled, swinging Santa Teresa. An enormous arc of blue reitsu swept over the Sixth Division.
"Don't be stupid!" Rukia yelled to her friend. "You're in no condition to fight."
"Just run!" Renji protested.
"That's enough bullshit." Kazeshini returned to his spot, and Sanura returned her sword to normal. "You're all finished!"
Kazeshini threw his blade toward Rukia and Renji. Sanura leapt into the path of the blade grabbing it and spinning on her toes.
The chain attached to the end of the pole wrapped around her arms.
Kazeshini gave a wide grin, and pulled as hard as he could.
A sickening cracking noise sounded through out the battle-torn barracks, and Sanura fell to her knees.
"Sanura!" Renji rushed over.
"My arms." She gasped, doubled over. "I can't move my arms."
She hissed as Rukia pressed a hand to the chain around her arms.
Kazeshini tugged on the chain, drawing a scream from Sanura before pulling again.
She screamed falling against Renji as the weapon returned to the shadow-man.
Both her arms hung uselessly by her sides.
Suddenly, Soifon's Stealth Force appeared around the zanpakuto.
"What!?" Kazeshini gasped.
"Don't move!" Soifon yelled from atop the building. "Freeze."
The zanpakuto drew back slightly, surprised.
"Yo!" Ikkaku grinned down at his zanpakuto from another roof. "Who were you gonna kill?"
"Captain..." Rukia stared at the brutal man.
The man with feathers turned at the appearance of the new Eleventh Division third seat.
"You bastards!" Kazeshini snarled.
"Rukia, are you okay?!" Ichigo yelled, appearing next to Soifon.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, DAMMIT!" Sanura screamed, half in pain. "YOU CHECK ON YOUR CAPTAIN THEN ON YOUR FRIENDS!"
"San-" Ichigo began, vein pulsing in his forehead. That was, until he saw the state of her arms, which were bent at odd angles, bleeding and obviously dislocated and the horrible demon-eyes she seemed to have perfected in the short time of two days.
"Byakuya." Ichigo suddenly noticed the traitor.
"Looks like we're completely surrounded." Hozukimaru crossed his arms.
"Anyone would've realized we were here by the commotion they made." His companion agreed.
"Kuchiki, Byakuya and all of you zanpakuto are hereby under arrest." Soifon ordered, watching as her subordinates placed their hands on their weapons.
"Seriously?" Hozukimaru asked. "With so many of us here, why don't we all fight one-on-one?"
"What?" The Third Division captain snorted.
"We can do that if you'd like." Yumichika mused. "I'm ready anytime."
"Don't let him goad you." Soifon snapped. "First we have to secure the area so they don't escape."
"What an annoying plan!" Kazeshini huffed. "If we're gonna fight, let's fight! We won't run or hide, anyway."
The shadow-man lunged at the Stealth Force men closest to him, cutting them down.
"Indeed. He's absolutely right." The male beside Hozukimaru nodded, running toward the men surrounding them.
"Don't back down!" Soifon yelled. "Don't let them leave the Sixth Division barracks."
"Sanura." Renji worried over the girl, Rukia supporting her. "Are you alright?"
"Do I look alright, moron?" She hissed as battles erupted around them. "I can't feel my fucking arms. Now I wish that I had instant regeneration."
A pair of legs appeared before her, and Sanura lifted her gaze to Ulquiorra's own.
"Ulquiorra?" She looked confused as he knelt in front of her, quickly assessing the situation.
"Come. Szayel will see to your injuries, Cero-sama." Ulquiorra reached forward, only to have a blade by his fingers seconds later.
Rukia glared.
"Rukia-chan," Sanura looked up. "It's alright. The Espada are on our side."
"She's right." Renji carefully moved her toward Ulquiorra. "The Espada are under her control, so they won't attack us unless Sanura says they can."
Rukia withdrew her blade, watching as Renji handed Sanura over to Ulquiorra.
The former-Fourth lifted her gently, vanishing seconds later.
-;-
"Ulquiorra-san," Szayel didn't turn as the male entered the room. "Is there a reason you are interrupting me?"
"Cero-sama is injured."
"Cero-sama!" Szayel spun, ushering Ulquiorra towards the empty table in his hidden lab. "What happened?"
"Hey, Candy-kun." Sanura smiled. "Mind patching me up?"
Szayel nodded, pushing his glasses farther up his face and whirling around the lab like a pink tornado.
"That's the best I can do, Sanura-sama." Szayel frowned, tying off the end of a bandage. "It will take a few days for your arms to heal completely."
"Thanks." Sanura slid down from the table, looking around curiously. "Why am I not surprised you've made a secret lab?"
Szayel chuckled.
-;-
"Sanura-sama, what happened?" Harribel stood as the girl entered the room.
"Both my arms got broken." Sanura shrugged, wincing at the motion. "Kazeshini did it."
"That son-of-a-bitch!" Something whirled towards her, and her vision was filled with blue. "They can't do that to you, sweetheart!"
"Nice to see you too, Pantera." Sanura laughed. "Shouldn't you be with Grimmjow?"
"Yes..." The male nodded, rubbing the back of his head. "But he's healing and that's fucking boring as hell."
"Sanura-sama..." Starrk yawned. "Come sit down. These cushions are very comfortable."
She nodded, sitting with Ulquiorra's help.
It seemed that the Cuatro had proclaimed himself as her personal bodyguard for the next few days.
"I'm bored." Nnoitra grumbled from his seat.
"Stop complaining, trash."
Soft snores sounded in the silence where Nnoitra and Ulquiorra were staring at each other.
"Both of you be quiet," Harribel crossed her arms, glaring at them both. "Or you'll wake Sanura-sama."
-;-
Shinji was having a relativity good day, other than being knocked out.
Currently, he was taking a nice stroll through a park near his new barracks. The blond was quite enthusiastic about being reinstated in the Soul Society. He was thankful towards Sanura for giving him the chance, despite not knowing him or his friends, and being the daughter of their greatest enemy.
Shinji liked Sanura. She was childish at times, and had a mouth like a trucker. She wasn't afraid to get dirty, and knew what she was doing.
Yes, Shinji liked her.
"Hello." The blond Visored looked up towards the female lounging in the tree above him.
"Well, hello there." Shinji smiled, putting his hands into his pockets.
"Long time no see, Shinji-kun." The female blinked lazily, light suddenly creeping over her features.
"Sakanade!"
Indeed, Shinji had chanced upon his zanpakuto.
She was a lovely female, with beautiful mocha skin and auburn hair. Her eyes were red, slanting up slightly and lined with thick black kohl. Sakanade was dressed in a blue tube-top, and a short cream and blue skirt, under which she wore bandages that wrapped up over her top, and sat in a halter neck.
She had no shoes, but bangles sat on every limb. Around her head was a silver circlet, which had a large cream ribbon on the back. The bottoms of the ribbon both had Egyptian ankhs on it.
"So, you gonna fight then?" Shinji asked, tilting his head.
"I suppose." Sakanade shrugged, swinging her legs over the branch.
She lifted her hand, palm facing towards him.
"Collapse." A fine pink mist oozed from her fingers, filling the immediate area with a sweet smell.
She yawned, sliding from the tree and landing lightly on the ground.
"It's been a while since I've been through this." Shinji hummed, scratching his head.
"I suppose it has." Sakanade nodded, moving forward.
Shinji drew his hand down his face, Hollow mask appearing seconds later.
"Wearing that mask won't do you any good here." She warned, gesturing at the Inverted World.
"It may give me a fighting chance." Shinji shrugged.
The two stared at each other for several long minutes.
"Hadou Number Thirty Three: Sokatsui!" The blond turned, firing it the wrong direction.
Sakanade hissed, and the tree blew up seconds later.
"That was close." She sighed, jumping out of the way as a Shakkahou came racing towards her.
"Stop firing Kido!" The woman whined.
"Sorry." Shinji shrugged, though he clearly wasn't.
"You butt-head." Sakanade grumbled, a sword condensing from the mist into her hands. "I'm gonna chop you into bits."
"You're name calling skills seem to have evaporated, madam." Shinji snickered.
"Oi! Pea-brain, pay attention." The red-eyed woman growled, flying at him.
Shinji moved his sword to the left, easily blocking her.
"You've gotten some experience." She growled.
"Did you expect me to sit around doing nothing while I was in exile?" He looked amused.
"Yes."
Shinji went silent.
"Can't we just solve this easier?" He lifted his arms, tucking them into his pockets.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I'm feeling kind of lazy..." Shinji drew something out of his pocket. "And I happen to have these."
"Fine...Best of three?"
"Deal."
-;;-
"Go fish."
"Dammit!" Sakanade screeched, throwing down her cards.
"And I win again." Shinji dropped his last to cards into the neat pile beside him.
"You cheated, didn't you?"
"Nope!" Shinji grinned. "It seems my luck is great today."
"I really hate you, luck." The dark-skinned woman growled. "Well, go on then."
Shinji fired a Shakkahou, and his katana clattered to the ground seconds later.
"That huuuurt~!" Sakanade whined, reverting to her materialized form.
Shinji chuckled.
