Hey guys, sorry about the delay. Between finally finding a new job, suffering from writers block, organising stuff for a music gig and personal commitments It took a while to get this chapter out. So do not fear. I have NOT forgotten about this story. Far from it.
Enough talk, on with the Story!
Several days later.
Ichigo stood on top of a large rocky outcrop watching silently as five figures stood below him. Each completely unaware of his presence, as he had replaced the clothing he had been given to wear and put his armour and mask back on; giving him the ability to seemingly faze out of existence.
The five people, each of varying shapes and sizes, stood around waiting for something to apparently happen or somebody to show up. Whichever one it was, Ichigo was soon to find out.
Flashback. After the fight in the dōjō.
Ichigo's nearly unperceivable smile still graced his lips as he made his way towards his 'family's' home and his father's clinic. This young and small child-bearer, that he was carrying, had actually managed to break his arm. While Mother Masa and many of the other males had been able to do the exact same thing, and more, he was still mildly surprised that she had accomplished such a feat.
He had not expected to see her leg be covered in the energy that the human's of Karakura produced and be used as an external weapon. Whereas he had been pumping it, if it was the same type of energy that is, straight into his body and used it to enhance his physical power and capabilities. As well as to power the gear he wore when out on hunts.
It took at least thirty minutes to get back to his birth father's house. It didn't matter that it took so long to get back the abode, the little fighter over his shoulder was not going to die. She would have head pains and some heavy skin bruising. But there was nothing that was going to affect her detrimentally and no broken bones to speak of also.
He walked up the short path to the front door of the house, Tatsuki's limp arms swinging back and forth with each step. Getting to the door, Ichigo grabbed the large metal handle and turned it, opening the door. He was so used to the automatic doors of the Yautja ship and was beginning to find these contraptions to be rather infuriating and time wasting, he was admittedly very close to just sending the sole of his boot into the flimsy surface of the doors and just kicking them off their hinge's. But he refrained himself from doing so.
The door swung up harshly and the two bodies entered the house. Ichigo paused and looked around to see if his father was nearby and saw nothing but the empty entranceway to the inner workings of building, figuring his father to be working he made his way through the series of rooms to the clinic, where he could hear activity and noises coming from.
Opening one last door he found Isshin sitting in front of a small table next to one of the stark white beds, a small boy on top of that and a woman, about the same age as his father, next to the youngling. He saw the two unknown people jump in fright from his abrupt entrance, while his father had a slight look of surprise as he turned his attention away from bandaging the child's arm and focused it on his son and the limp person over his shoulder. Isshin's features darkened at the scene before him, before brightening slightly, as to not worry the young patient and parent.
"Ichigo, my son! I was not expecting you back for another few hours!" His voice to the average person would sound normal and cheerful, maybe slightly surprised. But Kurosaki "Dead Eye" Ichigo knew otherwise. "And why are you carrying Tatsuki? Is she alright?" Isshin asked, straining his voice at the last part to clearly get the message across.
"She is fine.. Just unconscious.." Ichigo told his father. Ignoring the room's two other occupants who were staring at him with something akin to fear in their eyes.
"Sigh.. Alright then, just put her down on one of the beds and I'll take a look at her once I'm done here with this brave man!" The fatherly doctor said as he turned a bright smile to the small boy that he was currently bandaging up. The kid returned a grin brighter than the sun when he heard the black haired doctor call him brave. Oh, the innocence of youth.
Not replying, Ichigo turned on heel and faced one of the spare clinic beds. Stepping to the foot of the bed, the long haired pre-adult unceremoniously dumped the girl on the bed, her slack limbs flailing limply as she bounced slightly on the cushioned mattress. Eliciting a pained moan from Ichigo's sparring mate. He ignored it and turned back to his father who was staring at him with a slight exasperated expression on his face.
"I will wait until you are done.." Ichigo told his birth parent as he glanced at the patient and his mother, then made his way out through the door he had come through.
Isshin watched as his son exited the room and let out a low breath once he was out of sight. His son. His very own flesh and blood, frightened him. Not it such a way that he would cower in fear whilst in his very presence. No. He had enough experience around scary people to not be effected in such a way, namely the ancient and very powerful Sōtaichō, as well as the beautiful, but incredibly unnerving Taichō of the fourth division. His son though, was a different kind of scary, in a way that it is almost impossible to predict his reactions to the things around him. Call it a lack of familiarity or having not been around him long enough, but this Ichigo was such an enigmatic wild card, that he was damn near impossible to get a true gauge of what he would or would not do.
Several minutes later
Ichigo re-entered the room and saw that the two people had left and that his father was now looking over a semi-conscious Tatsuki, gentle prodding and poking at her now visibly bruised flesh.
The man looked up from his impromptu patient and shifted his gaze to his son, who had come back into the sterile environment. His brow was creased together, giving away his current state of annoyance.
"Ichigo. What happened to her?" Isshin asked through gritted teeth, holding back from yelling at his own child. He had a suspicion that he was going to know the answer. Tatsuki was not weak by any means, quite the opposite actually; being named the strongest girl in Japan doesn't just happen. A title like that can only be earned. So there were actually very few people -hollows included- around that could truly pose a threat to her.
"We were sparring, she passed out.. after she broke my arm, with some kind of empowered kick.." The emotionally cold late-teen told him, as he stared at his previously broken arm.
"I was talking about her injuries, how did she get them? And why does your arm not look broken?" Isshin's anger was starting to rise and Ichigo could tell as he saw his father gripping a small medical instrument tightly in his hands, which had been pressed against the girl's chest, right where a large bruise had formed from his palm thrust to her chest.
"I told you already, we were sparring.. And it has healed already.." His uncaring answer echoed through the large, sterile room. He stared at his father and the man returned the stare equally, though there was a small hint of disbelief behind that gaze. "I did not hear anything break.. when I struck her chest.. And I held back when I hit her skull.. Her injuries aren't bad.. she is barely harmed.." Ichigo continued, deciding to elaborate on the cause of her injuries.
This is what his son considers an injury that isn't bad?! His ex-best friend had a concussion from the 'held back' hit to the cranium, a heavily bruised shin due to her attack and from the blunt force trauma to the dead centre of the chest, the girl more than likely had each of the ribs that had been hit, crack and some minor internal haemorrhaging. He calls that barely harmed?!
"You promised her, Ichigo," Isshin began, his voice low and serious. "You promised Yoruichi-san that you wouldn't hurt anyone while you were here." He told his son, as his gaze bore into the him for a brief period of time. "How do you think she is going to react to finding out that you broke that promise?" Isshin was pushing the envelope with the effect of these accusations. But it had become their main source of leverage to actually get him to listen to them, or to get him to do things.
The eldest Kurosaki felt bad about having to go this route, but it was the only way.
They had not found anything else that enabled them to get Ichigo to follow their instructions. He held no true emotions for anyone they knew, so he could not be 'manipulated', by the three ex-Shinigami, into listening to them and abiding by their rules. They had only managed to get him to follow proper etiquette when around the house and a measly promise that he would not harm anybody whilst spending his time here.
"She already knows.." This caught the dark-haired man by surprise.
"Yoruichi kno-"
"She was watching the spar.. and she did nothing to stop it.. So I did not stop.." He supplied, with sarcastic emphasis on the word Spar. The rest of the sentence his usual deep, uncaring rumble.
At the Urahara Shōten the small black cat known as Yoruichi was seen jumping through an open window into the kitchen of that very shop.
She looked around the room to see if she was able to find anyone or anybody that might know were Kisuke was. Seeing the storeowner's assistant, Tsukabishi Tessai. A large, lightly tanned man with small pair of square reading glasses and a dark handlebar moustache, the same dark black that the rest of his hair was, she made her way further inside.
The light pattering of four cat's feet garnered the giant man's attention, causing him to turn around to investigate the source of the sound.
"Yoruichi-dono! You have returned earlier than expected." The bespectacled man called out, his voice strong and full of politeness and respect. Yoruichi glanced around and could not see or sense Kisuke anywhere nearby, then turned her attention to the person who had just addressed her.
"Hey Tessai, I take it Kisuke is still downstairs working?" The cat's masculine voice cut through the short silence. Tessai answered with a polite nod.
"Yes. Boss is still down in the training area at the moment and is nearly finished with the modified Senkaimon. Did you wish to see him?" The behemoth of a man asked and answered.
"Yeah, I've some urgent matters to talk to the idiot about. Mind getting the door for me? I really can't be bothered changing into my human form." She answered back.
"Of course, Yoruichi-dono!" He spoke with a short bow, before turning to exit the kitchen into the next room and the onyx feline followed after.
They walked down the short hallway and entered a second room where a large trapdoor-like hatch was seen bolted to the floor. Tessai walked over and with a quick tug swung it wide open for Yoruichi to jump down. Since it dropped completely vertically several hundred feet, the only normal way down would be the massive ladder that descended down the side of the wall into the bowels of the underground basement. However, being not a normal person allowed her to completely ignore this factor and just effortlessly fall down and land lightly on the dirt floor that lay beneath.
Stalking slowly through the barren grounds, Yoruichi made her way over to where she could vaguely see her childhood friend working loudly on the Senkaimon, what he was doing exactly, she didn't have the foggiest idea. More than likely something involving highly precise or complex Kidō, things too complicated for her to worry about and even if she did care about them they would most likely just go right over her head.
"Hey, Kisuke!" The small cat shouted from her perch atop a large rock next to the blonde-haired man eliciting a small jump of fright from him.
"Oh, Yoruichi-san! I didn't expect you back so early!" He announced almost cheerfully, as he turned away from the work that he was currently doing. "So how was visiting your 'mate', hmm? You didn't do anything naughty and had to run before Isshin found out, did you?" A cheeky smile visible below the brim of his bucket hat. This comment got him four clawed feet right to the face, as she leapt to ravage his image with her those clawed paws.
"Shut it, you geta-wearing pervert!" She dropped back to the ground next to him and watched him nursed a reddened and slightly blood face, a small tear gathering in the corner of his eye, to which she shook her head and begun telling him what she had seen while spying on the young-adult.
"Ahhh, so he met with young Arisawa-san and Inoue-chan. How did they react to him?" Urahara asked, now seated and slowly fanning himself as he talked to Yoruichi who was sitting opposite him.
"Well considering Inoue didn't know Ichigo before he was taken, she didn't really have any reaction to him, other than getting all flustered and embarrassed that he was only dressed in a towel and was still wet from the shower, which he had just gotten out of-" She quickly shut her mouth, not intending to divulge that much information. Her friend, however, had already caught her in the process and was now smile brightly behind that stupid fan of his.
"And you call me the pervert Yoruichi-san! Hehehe. So, what about Arisawa-san?" He asked, the smile still stubbornly plastered on his face, even with the glare that the small neko was shooting at him.
"Don't you start Kisuke." She growled out. "Sigh.. She was happy that he was back and was also momentarily embarrassed, but not nearly as much as Inoue. She also seemed to appear accepting that Ichigo had changed and had even offered to spar with the young man, like they used to." She saw the shopkeeper immediately stiffen at this fact.
"And? How did the fight go? You didn't have to interrupt him, did you?" The man asked and got a shake of the head in return.
"No, I didn't, but I was very close to stopping it. It was a 'spar', so It kind of meant he was exempt from the promise he made me." She told him, her voice slightly shaken.
"So, how did it turn out? I would imagine the fight was a sight to behold, since you did mention that Arisawa-san was around the strength of a mid-tier Fukutaichō" Urahara asked, his interest having been peaked.
"It was not so much of a spar, as it was an utter beat down." This got a raised eyebrow from the bucket-hat wearing man. Yoruichi continued to elaborate. "He managed to beat Tatsuki unconscious with two punches. She had severely underestimated him and paid the price for doing so." She spoke, a small cat frown apparent on her face.
"I take it that Ichigo did not come out unharmed?" Urahara questioned, outwardly not reacting to this information. His friend was rarely ever this serious about issues such as a one-sided fight. And that had him slightly on edge. He wasn't worried by any means and he doubted she was as well, but, he was just.. unnerved that she was taking what had happened so seriously.
"Yeah, Arisawa-san had managed to get in quite a few hits to the chest, they didn't really do anything, aside from making Ichigo more prepared for the hits that would be thrown at him. She did however, manage to get a Reiryoku enhanced kick in, right before she passed out." Yoruichi answered.
"And? How did that turn out?" Asked the geta-wearing storeowner. His friend had told him of the results of the training he had given the girl while he had been training Isshin's daughter himself and knew that the dark-haired nineteen year old was not somebody to just brush off as non-threatening towards a Shinigami or Hollow, because she was far from it.
"She partially broke the arm that Ichigo had blocked with." She ignored Kisuke's slightly bewildered look. "It wasn't a full strength kick, but something that had that much power behind it would have severely crippled a lesser Shinigami like an unseated division member. But the kid just stood there and took it as if it were nothing." She finished.
This was beginning to further agitate the already rather distrubing situation. The boy was getting to be too unpredictable. Even Kisuke, who was usually on top of these kind of things and knew what was going on, was completely stumped by Ichigo. He was powerful, that much was obvious, being able to make Yoruichi exert herself and her energy to just restrain him was a incredible feat in and of itself and being capable of knocking out a Fukutaichō-class fighter was just the icing on the metaphorical cake. But they couldn't figure out how powerful he was.
They were still not willing to get him to reveal the Reiatsu he was keeping hidden from them at this current time. At a time this close to invading Soul Society it would be an bad, the possibility of alerting the twelfth division's sensor wards to a unknown, suddenly appearing, possible Taichō-level, Reiatsu, was just a horrible idea.
The two who were sitting opposite each other in the underground training area knew that with the growth rate he had as a child Ichigo would more than likely have a level of Reiatsu of around a low-tier Taichō and that hypothesis seemed to only be backed up by the fact that he had learned to utilise it while he had been with his second family, the Yautja, and then proceeded to beat his ex-best friend, Tatsuki, into submission with that utilisation.
"Also, Isshin wasn't lying in the least about Ichigo-kun's healing ability." The black cat added. and Kisuke raised a hidden brow.
"Oh, You wouldn't by any chance be suggesting that he actually does have some kind of Instant Regeneration, Yoruichi-san?" His particularly troubled musings changing to a more interested and curious train of thought.
"That I am, Kisuke." She basically droned out, It was just one more variable to factor into the problem that was Kurosaki Ichigo. "His arm hadn't broken completely in half. Arisawa-san had only managed to break it partially and so Ichigo, being the emotionless slab of muscle that he is, broke it the rest of the way and reset the damn thing. Not once did he flinch, though there was a slight frown of something that was more like concentration, not pain. Like he was focusing on keeping his arm aligned." Yoruichi got out.
Urahara just stared at her for a while, a frown of thought marring his features.
"Do you believe that he really could have a inner hollow who is providing the regenerative powers?" Urahara asked after a few silent moments.
"No. I saw it heal before my eyes, and that wasn't something that came from a hollow, Kisuke." The cat began. "He wouldn't have needed to reset his broken arm if it was, the healing process would've put it back into place for him if it was hollow based. Ichigo's was more like a hyper-enhanced version of the natural healing that human's have." She reasoned, as Kisuke retained his thoughtful stare, after several minutes of even more silence Yoruichi asked him what was on his mind.
"It's nothing really," The shopkeeper replied ponderously, waving his fan in front of his face. Yoruichi had a feeling she was not liking where this was about to go, judging by his sudden change in attitude. "Just that, I'm almost inclined to ask Ichigo-kun to accompany the five of you to the Soul Society, if only to provide an increased chance of success " She was correct in assuming that she wouldn't like his answer..
"What! Are you crazy, Kisuke?! You're already on thin ice with Isshin for allowing his daughter to invade the Seireitei. And now you're thinking about sending his son as well?!" Yoruichi yelled at him, clawing at his face again. It may have been an over-reaction and that he was not being serious, but she realised that he had caught her using the -kun suffix outside of interaction with Ichigo and felt the need to punish him for it.
"Ara, Yoruichi-san there was no need for that! It was merely just a suggestion. Besides, I wouldn't want to risk your new boy toy getting into trouble or going on a rampage through the Rukongai, now would we?" Kisuke said with a cheeky smile and the small tear in his eye returning from the pain that was stinging his face.
Yoruichi let out a cat-like growl, in annoyance, due to the eccentric scientist's action but did agree nonetheless, it would be a bad idea to even let Ichigo near the Soul Society and in fact, it was probably a bad idea to even bring up the existence of the place while around him in the first place.
Return to current time.
"Ahh! So we're all finally here!" Kisuke, the irate shopkeeper cheered as he saw the final person arrive in the desert-like interior of the underground training room underneath the Urahara Shōten.
Said person was Kurosaki Karin, who currently had a disgruntled look upon her face as she took her time pacing towards the gathering of people before her.
"Hey, it's not my fault that Goat-chin stalled me just so he could get in some 'Last minute training'! Seriously, who attacked their daughter when she's trying to eat breakfast? Also, Yuzu tried to puppy-eye's me into not going, so I had to run before I stared at them for too long." She tried to reason her lateness. Most everyone present just shook their head in acknowledgement, knowing that Yuzu's puppy-dog eyes were a force to be reckoned with.
Karin stopped in front of her two friends, Inoue Orihime and Arisawa Tatsuki, or big sisters as she had come to calling them when nobody else was around. And her one male 'acquaintance', Ishida Uryū, whom Karin had picked up around halfway through her time with the short Kuchiki noble, when he had tried to challenge her to a 'Hollow killing contest' and ended up nearly flooding the town with the masked beasts as well as actually managing to attract a Menos Grande as the short raven-headed girl had called it.
Each one of the three friends were dressed in their own special attire.
Inoue was wearing a dark red, short-sleeved t-shirt that clung tightly to her large bust and seemed to outline her curvy upper-body perfectly. And on her lower-half she wore a long, ankle-length skirt, that was coloured purple and had a wide red stripe going from the bottom of her skirt up to her waist. In her hair were two clips on either side of her head, just above the temple. Both of them had a small flower attached, that seemed to almost glow with a kind of stunning beauty.
Arisawa had gear that was definitely more fit for combat. She wears black, skin-tight singlet and long tights, underneath a dark, silver vest that had sleeves that only went to the elbow. On her feet were a pair of grey, shin high leather shoes and fitted onto her fisted were a pair of bright red MMA gloves, but instead of the nice soft padding over the knuckles, it was thick and hardened leather, designed to only further increase the damage done by the punches that were to be thrown.
And Ishida was wearing stark white clothing comprised of dress pants and a dress shirt. They were neatly ironed and pressed and were put together with a white mantle that was draped over his upper-torso and fell just below knee length, acting as a cape. And on his right hand was a long glove. White, of course, but it also had a large blue cross emblazoned on it.
The Kurosaki girl herself wears a standard Shinigami Shihakushō, made up of a black Kosode and a pair of black Hakama pants. Finished off with a pair of white Tabi and traditional straw Waraji. The only thing that set her apart from other Soul Reapers uniform's was the pale-blue Obi tried around her waist. Tucked into the Obi was a Katana, or rather, her Zanpakutō. It's long, dark-blue -almost purple looking- sheath was bound tightly at her hip, to the left within the grasps of the sky-coloured sash. Her Zanpakutō's tightly wrapped black hilt protruded from her waist, openly displaying the intricately designed, crescent-shaped Tsuba. And tied to the end of the hilt was a thin, white string with a small, shining, silver sleigh bell dangling freely next to the grip of the blade.
Turning to face Urahara, who was waiting patiently while each person gave their own varied greeting to the Kurosaki that was now standing with them, Karin nodded towards him to get started with whatever he had to do.
"Alright! Now that we are all here, we can begin!" Kisuke announced cheerily, gaining everyone's attention.
Ichigo watched as this mess of human warriors listened to Kisuke talk, for several minutes, about something called 'Kishi' and 'Reishi' and how only souls can move around in this 'Soul Society'. The camouflaged late-teen stood silently above all of them, as he waited for them to start their pitiful attempt at rescuing some helpless woman's life.
The armour-clad fighter had found out about his sister going on a mission to some other dimension soon after arriving home. His birth father had been shouting and acting like a damn newborn youngling around Karin, thinking that the hunter was out of earshot. Isshin had revealed to him, unintentionally, that she was going on a rescue mission to save some girl called Rukia and that the man, Kisuke, was helping her, thinking that only Yuzu would be the one to find out this new information.
So, during the hours of the gradually rising sun, when Karin had begun to get ready, he had re-attached his armour to his body and had left, heading straight towards the shōten where he knew that man would be. He did not care about staying at that home, or leaving those people behind, he had felt cramped up in the house, everything was so small compared to the space cruiser that he had been living on with Mother Masa and Dark Knife.
And hearing about the opportunity to start his hunt anew, he instantly took the chance.
The season to hunt the Shinigami was soon to come, and he would bathe in their blood as he carved lines through their bodies and shot holes through their heads. The voice in his mind, that had been silent since the start of his excursion to earth, was starting to stir at the possibility of armed combat and seemed to only be trying to urge him to start killing even faster. He was more than happy to oblige.
Judging by the strength of the child bearer he had fought, he had to guess that the Shinigami would be relatively the same strength, if not stronger and the prospect of such a battle was getting him heated and his blood pumping. He longed to kill something. These pitiful human prey from his 'home town' were nothing frightened animals, incapable of posing even the slightest threat to him and would give worthless trophies. But these Shinigami, these Reapers of Souls, were starting to sound like they were worthy prey. If the fight with that Tatsuki girl was anything to go by his opponents would be strong and his kills would be honourable.
Watching the now six people and one cat, he sat waiting. His body perfectly silent and absolutely motionless, the result of having been of several hundred hunts that required him to be as so.
These humans were so ill-prepared for the coming fights that he had ran the idea of just killing them now, to save them the torture of realising their imminent failure, through his mind. But upon seeing the small black cat, that he knew was Yoruichi, he had refrained himself from doing so. He would keep his promise to that dark-skinned woman, who had said she would be a future mate, if it meant that she would not be infuriated with him. She had not, however, asked him to bring no harm the 'souls', as they were now known to him as, so he found no problem with doing so.
Seeing some commotion happened down below he focused his attention solely on them again. It sounded like it was nearing the beginning of the massacre that was soon to come.
Dead Eye watched silently as the hat-wearing man walked over to the tall, rectangular object that was looming over all of them and the giant shop-assistant next to him did the same. Only, he went to the opposite side of it.
"You're going to have to run the moment the Senkaimon has opened!" The strawberry blonde teen overheard Kisuke call out to the four children and the cat. He got himself into a stance in preparation to jump down there the moment they moved, and waited. Urahara and his assistant began funnelling their power into the gate and shouted for them to all go, it was the signal that Ichigo needed and he launched his body from the spot he had been standing on, displacing the loose gravel and rock beneath his feet. Stealth didn't matter.
Kisuke was focused on the task that he and Tessai were required to do for the four children and his childhood friend to be able to pass through the Senkaimon and enter into the realm of the dead. But a crashing of rock and stone from above them startled him. He gazed over his shoulders to see the falling debris tumbling down the small outcrop of rock next to where they had all been standing and his eyes widened slightly at the strange event. It was the crunching and cracking of rock in front of his gate that truly brought his attention to the fact that something was going on that shouldn't be.
Not a second after the noisy crackle of power from the converter attached to the Senkai Gate had stopped, that another one was heard. Somebody else had followed them!
Looking to where the sound of crushed rock had come from, Kisuke's eyes lit up in morbid realisation. There, not a few feet from his current position was the large indentation of a boot print it's size only belonging to one person that he knew he wasn't able to sense.
Ichigo had been here the whole time.. He had followed his sister.. And judging by the depth of the foot print he landed very heavily.. Meaning he was fully armed.. Urahara Kisuke's eyes looked grim and wide with horrifying fright. Ichigo must have heard them talking about the Souls and the Shinigami. And so now, he had a free pass to do whatever he liked within the Soul Society as his promise only covered those within the town of Karakura.
The Shinigami would not be able to trace him via their Reiatsu sensors and they would not be able to find him if he didn't want to be found. There would be nothing that they could do.. Unless Yoruichi found him! Oh, Kami.. She has to know about this and find him. Or else this was going to be a bloodbath and a slaughter-fest.
A loud and angry shouting in the distance brought him out of his sickening reverie. And he stood and turned to face the man causing such a ruckus. Isshin. He was looking angry and worried at the same time as he sprinted full-speed towards Geta-Bōshi.
"Kisuke! Where is my son!? He is not at home and the armour he had with him is gone!" He screamed, questioning the bucket-hat-wearing man.
This man brought his shaking hand up in front of his face and spread out the fan that was in that hand's quivering grasp. He was going to be in a lot of trouble..
"Ahhh, Kurosaki-san! I, eheh, maaaay have some bad news." Kisuke told the man, who was currently boring a hole through his head with the glare he was sending him. A lot of trouble.
Several thousand miles above the earth's atmosphere.
A loud series of ringing beeps echoed through one of the main control rooms of the Yautja space-cruiser. A large, scaled hand silenced the obnoxious noise and quickly brought up a display of the large glowing earth. The image had several brightened spots scattered across the entirety of it, but the main focus was on the flickering light that was centred over a large archipelago on the east side of a massive continent of exposed land.
Some unknown text and writing scrolled out next to the flashing dot written in some undecipherable launguage. It was certainly not of human origin in any way.
Loud agitated clicking and grunting came from the Yautja occupants of the room, finally the strongest of the voices broke through.
":TELL HER HIGHNESS IMMEDIATELY! NOW! YOU PAUK!:" The being roared, it's voice a lot more harsh and withered compared to the others. The person was the Elder who had personally seen their little Ooman off to his hunt in his homeland. This information that they had received did not bode well for any of them.
Masa sat in her living space that she shared with her beloved son, Dead Eye. It felt empty without his presence here, his being to keep her company and his natural, musky male scent floating in the air. A sharp metallic knock rung from her door she immediately stood, angered by the filth with the gall to interrupt her at such a time.
":Enter, speak before I have you killed! Or leave now and die later!:" She growled, as the automated door to her dwelling slid open, revealing two absolutely frightened Youngbloods. Understandable, considering how much higher she was compared to them in social position and also how much stronger she was than both of them put together.
":Your Highness!:" One of them clicked out, as the other handed her something that looked not too different from the wrist computers that the hunter's wear. She took it and they backed down, dropping to a knee and slamming an arm across their chest. As she turned to machine on, showing the message that had been displayed to the room of Yautja, not several minutes ago.
In her rage of seeing the news, Mother Masa grabbed her decorative, but no less lethal, Glaive that was resting in a wall mount and swung it at the top of one of the messengers heads. Which instantaneously caved in. The body, on which it was attached to, immediately went limp and slamming into the hard, metal ground, causing the bright, fluorescent green blood to leak and seep all over the floor.
":What will you order, Your Highness?!:" The still alive Yautja asked weakly, but in a loud and clear tone. Masa creased her spiky eyebrow and glared straight at the Youngblood.
":We will wait seven moons! If Dead Eye's signal does not return, I will hunt my son down myself return him to the clan! And if he is dead. We glass the planet!:"
And so the hunt begins!
Sweet, hope you all enjoyed that. I finally started the invasion. In the next chapter there is going to be some blood! Hahaha! Also, sorry if you were expecting it to be straight into the violence, I kind of wanted to smooth out the ending to the last chapter. but if all of a sudden Ichigo was already fighting Kenpachi it would be weird, So i'm building it up and not throwing it at your face.
Alright, again. Sorry about the delay. Things came up and yeah.. The chapters are you to be slightly less frequent. like one every week or two instead of like, every four or five days. With my job I just don't have the time to do that much writing, that often.
I used some Yautja dialect this chapter. Pauk - Some kind of explective. And Ooman - Man/Human.
Reviews! (possible future spoilers):
friaku: His personality is extremely similar to that of the 11th captain and that will come into play later when they meet :D. Yeah, you call it respect. or maybe satisfaction? Thanks for the kind words!
Zaralann: Thanks! Also, to answer your question. Yes, he could have. But, he was not wearing his mask. His wrist computer is more for just being a bomb and a control panel for managing his power. Hope that helped.
IchigoMoonCutter: Hahah, thanks man! it enjoyed writing the fight but feared it may have not been long or good enough.
elitenoob100: Sorry to say, but, he is going to stay cold for basically the entire story, he may warm up to some people, but not likely any humans or his genetic family.
talonjay: Yes. Yes he will.
lajoie21: I thoroughly enjoyed this review.. if that's what it was. haha.
SeanHicks4: Thanks for the review as always. With this story I'm trying to be as real as possible and think about every aspect of each combatant. So yeah, their wont be some giant DBZ-esque fights going down when ichigo is involved. He is there to hunt and kill and that's what you're going to get. Nothing more, nothing less.
Guest: I believe that may have answered your question about the promise. Also, Sorry, needed to round up the "Reunion Arc" the real action starts next chapter.
Archmagelite2000yrs: Shhhhhh, Just roll with it. :D
Voidblade6: Oh, how I am beginning to love your reviews Hahaha. Sorry about the massive wait broski, It must have been agonising :(
OverDemon: Sigh... I have been fearing the day someone asked this question. Normally, I like to have reasoning and an explanation for everything that goes on. But this is just one aspect that I really couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse for. So I will say that along with the Xenomorphic-acid-blood resistance it also allows the damaging of spirits like you mentioned in reason 3. Also, I have plans for Ichigo and the Net-gun and some helpless shinigami hehehehhehe.
Crimson Beserker: Haha, I don't think I would be able to write an entire story with Ichigo having the amount of emotions as Ulquiorra. And Zanpakutou? I have big plans for the process of giving him it (it will involve K.Z.) and I'm most likely going to be making it a Whip in Shikai. or something along those lines.
So, I broke 100 reviews, 100 follows, about to reach 100 favourites and have now over 10,000 views on this story. HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU ALL!
- Gorgantuan