Chapter 11: Discrepancies
A/N: Here it is! I know it took awhile for me to update but I hope this chapter was worth the wait. School will be starting soon so updates will be a lot slower but I hope to get at least one more chapter up before I start class. Thanks for reviewing and being patient with me. I love all of my reviewers, you keep me going!
Iemura grimaced as he returned to the conscious world. Reaching for his glasses, the blurred images began to sharpen into focus. The familiar walls of his corridor blanketed him as he rose from his position. A sharp sensation of pain had him crying out as he reached for his leg. Tears blurred his vision as memories of what had occurred yesterday flooded him. He was no longer a member of the fourth division.
The realization struck a nerve in him as a part of him felt hollow. The fourth division was his home but the woman who now led the division was destroying everything. Clenching his fists, he glared at the wall, too fixated on his thoughts to notice the sound of the screen door sliding open.
"Iemura-san."
"Isane-san." His eyes widened as he attempted to bow as a sign of respect to his former lieutenant, but the pain immobilized him. Gritting his teeth, he acquiesced his head.
"How's your leg?"
"It's nothing for you to worry about."
Isane took in the defeated form of her former teammate. Shaking her head, she approached his futon, already conjuring her reiryoku to heal the injured area.
"No…Stop! You will be removed from the fourth division! They need you!"
The frantic cry was ignored as Isane concentrated on mending the bone. It wasn't long before she was able to properly set the fractured area. Breathing a sigh of relief, she heard the muttered thanks from Iemura, but his features were still contorted in worry. Able to discern what he was concerned about she moved to reassure him.
"Haruno-said it was alright to heal you."
"Hypocrite. She threatens everyone's position but now allows you to heal. What kind of taichou is that?"
"What kind of healer turns down an injured patient in order to appease his petty anger?"
Iemura flinched at the reminder of his callous treatment of the thirteenth division. Bowing his head in defeat he chose to focus on the threadbare cover of his blanket.
"What…what do I do now?"
The uncertainty in his tone stirred her compassionate side, but Isane knew the way Iemura was behaving now…it wouldn't be right for him to be in the fourth division. Her shoulders slumped as she glanced at the broken man.
"You can rest for a bit. Maybe time off will allow you to reconsider some things."
Iemura glanced at Isane before turning away from her.
"When do I leave?"
"When you are healed."
Surprised by the response, Iemura looked at Isane. Disbelief colored his features.
"Why?"
"Haruno-san's orders."
He couldn't believe that after all that had transpired the woman was being considerate towards him. A part of him was grateful but he would be damned before he admits it. It could just be some ploy for all he knew…but regardless it gave him some time to find new corridors and figure what he would be doing now.
Isane watched Iemura get lost in his thoughts. Seeing how she had accomplished her task, she moved to leave, but the man's voice halted her steps.
"Will you accept her?"
"…I don't know."
Isane glanced down at her hands as responded truthfully to Iemura's question. Taking a deep breath, she slid the screen door open. Moving to leave, she remembered Sakura's words.
"She said the door is always open for those who wish to return."
Iemura was shocked into silence at the new piece of information. Even though he had blatantly disrespected the woman and swore to never follow her, she still was willing to allow him to return…if he desired to do so.
The sound of the screen door closing, broke him from his reverie. Glancing at the now vacant spot, he touched his leg. No longer was the pain overwhelming. It was reduced to a gentle throb that he would be able to ignore. Although the wound itself would serve as a reminder of his mishaps. Raising his hand, he briefly removed his glasses as he rubbed his eyes. He didn't know why, but he could feel tears once again coating his cheeks. Unable to comprehend how he felt he simply allowed the tears to fall as relief welled in him.
"I can come back."
The simple statement caused a smile to form as he indulged in his emotions. It would take time before he could return but it was reassuring to know he was allowed to. Maybe the new captain wasn't as much of a bitch as he thought.
The flashy duo slowly made their way back to the sixth division as a companionable silence fell amongst the two. The red head would glance at the petite woman from time to time to make sure she wasn't ready to collapse. But the frown that twisted her lips and concentrated expression made Renji realize the only thing he would have to worry about was if she bumped into anything. Ruffling his hair, he minutely guided the girl, avoiding a few of the other nameless shinigami who were shamelessly staring.
Too used to the attention his hair color drew, he chose to ignore them. Although the flash of pink had him wondering if the fourth division taichou was used to the attention.
"If you have a question, then ask."
Her voice surprised him as a sheepish expression decorated his features. Scratching the side of his cheek, he glanced down to see a pair of green eyes focused on him. A pink brow rose as she expectantly awaited whatever question he had. Mildly embarrassed, he mumbled, "Are you used to people staring?"
Confusion colored her eyes but quickly faded as Sakura realized what he was referring to. A small smile played on her lips as she replied, "Of course. I had twenty-five years of practice."
Renji observed the small smile that seemed to soften her features. Compared to the strict and cold captain he had seen earlier, the woman standing beside him now looked as if she wouldn't be able to hurt a fly, let alone break a person's leg. A slight shiver slid down his spine as he recalled the sound of bone cracking. Albeit cruel, it served as a good demonstration of the new captain's unwillingness to tolerate disobedience. Although it was arguable if breaking the man's leg was necessary, Renji would confirm that at that moment, the petite woman had earned his respect and at least a few of the fourth division members' as well. He easily remembered the look of fear in some of the individuals' expressions, but underlying it, there were glimmers of respect.
Musing over the scene, Renji wondered how he should explain what happened to his taichou. He was pretty sure his captain would be curious, after all he had tasked him with escorting the woman. Lost in his attempts to summarize what had occurred, the red-haired lieutenant didn't hear the question the woman had asked him. Hell, he didn't realize the girl was speaking to him. It wasn't until he felt a sharp pain in his side did he realized the woman was trying to get his attention.
"O... Oi! What the hell was that?!"
"I was calling your name for the last five minutes with no response." Was the bland reply as the woman crossed her arms and waited for the man to get over his spluttering at being jabbed in the ribs.
"Che. I was thinking." Rubbing his injured side, he briefly wondered what the hell she had stabbed him with.
"It's not going to bruise."
He could feel a tick forming as he glared at the woman.
"That's not the point."
"Oh? What is the point then? You are a lieutenant and here you are acting like a wounded puppy from a jab."
His temper was escaping from him as he ached to reach for his sword. Mentally reminding himself that his captain would probably kill him or make him do paperwork for the rest of his life, he slowly took a breath. Calming himself he asked, "What do you want?"
Impressed that he had reigned in his temper, although there wasn't a reason for him to even become so upset in the first place. Feeling a bit guilty for her actions, she gently summoned her healing chakra.
Eyeing the green glow of her hand, Renji stopped himself from flinching as he felt the foreign but warm glow of her healing powers. Immediately the sore area ceased to ache as the woman withdrew from him.
"Gomen. I forget my own strength at times."
A red brow rose as Renji rubbed the area just to make sure it wasn't throbbing. Unwilling to think how monstrous the woman's strength was when she was paying attention, he nodded his head, accepting her apology.
"What was your question?"
"Do you know anything about the former fourth division captain?"
The question wasn't unexpected, but it felt like he was the wrong person to give her an answer. Pondering over how to reply, Renji formulated his response.
"Unohana-san was a skilled healer and loved by all the fourth division members. She was also one of the older shinigami that lived in Soul Society. She was the former Kenpachi, although Zaraki-san holds that title now." Searching for more information to relay to the girl, he was at a loss as to what else he could tell her.
"How did she die?"
It seemed to be the right question to ask as Renji stiffened. A serious expression crossed his features.
"In battle."
The lack of an explanation wasn't lost on Sakura, but she had a feeling it was due to Renji's own lack of knowledge about the death of the fourth division captain. Pursing her lips, Sakura made a note to speak with Ukitake later to find out more about the former captain.
"It is difficult to deal with loss be it a family member or a captain. Although it is admirable she died while out in the field."
Renji froze as he caught onto the last part of her statement. Halting his steps, he glanced at the woman in confusion.
Puzzled by his sudden halt in movement, she asked, "What?"
"Unohana wasn't in the human world when she died in battle. It's forbidden for fourth division members to leave Soul Society."
Green eyes widened at the surprising revelation before narrowing in response.
"Why is that?"
"Their purpose is mainly to heal. Many of them are incapable of fighting and they would be in the way while out in the field." Renji blinked as he watched Sakura's expression switch from irritation to anger before fading away to indifference.
"I see. The captain commander is the one who dictates the rules, correct?"
Curious as to why she was asking that question he merely nodded his head in response. The minute he had confirmed her suspicion, Sakura turned away and started walking towards the opposite direction. Confused at the sudden change in direction, he scrambled after her.
"Oi…the sixth division is that way."
Gesturing behind him, Sakura merely ignored him. She was hell bent on speaking with Shunsui about the absurd decree regarding the fourth division.
Annoyed that he was being ignored, he grabbed the girl's shoulder. Stopping in her track, Sakura briefly glared at Renji before brushing his hand off her.
"I need to speak with Shunsui-san. Kuchiki only required you to escort me to the fourth division. You can return to work now."
"Taichou also said I need to bring you back so if you are heading to the first division, I'll be accompanying you."
"Unnecessary. Tell your taichou I have matters to attend to and am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Besides I recall seeing a stack of paperwork on your desk earlier."
Renji grimaced as he also remembered the leaning tower of papers that occupied his desk. Tempted to just return without the girl, the sixth division lieutenant examined the impatient female who was daring him to stop her. Rolling his eyes, he raised his hands up in defeat.
"Fine. Just keep heading straight towards the large building. It shouldn't take that long, or you can just…"
His voice trailed off as he watched the woman disappear, leaving him behind. Annoyed at her impromptu disappearance but also impressed by her speed, Renji briefly adjusted his bandana before heading back towards the sixth division. A part of him dreaded the upcoming conversation with his captain, but he felt like it was nothing compared to the lecture the first division captain was going to get from the new fourth division captain.
A slight chuckle escaped him lips. The new captain was already making waves, and even he could tell that change was coming to Soul Society. Only time will tell if it was for better or worse.
"So that's what happened." A somber tone colored Shunsui's voice as he thoughtfully stroke his growing stubble. Reaching for his cup of sake he took a sip before refilling the dish. Staring off into the distant scenery he contemplated his friend's words.
"Hai. Byakuya believes we should leave the matter to Sakura." Ukitake reached for his cup of tea, savoring the light herbal taste.
"He's right. There is too much animosity for me to intervene. I would end up stoking the flames. She needs to resolve it on her own. Even if it means disbanding the entire fourth division. I wonder if she can do it." The latter half of his statement drifted off into a murmur but Ukitake heard his musings.
"Have faith in the girl. She has already done much to prove herself."
Shunsui raised a brow at Ukitake's optimistic words. "I'm surprised at how much faith you have put in the girl. Although I can understand where you are coming from."
The duo immediately knew the reference but refrained from discussing it. After years of dealing with Ukitake's impending death, the notion of him being fully healed was still a shock to the both of them. Call it superstition, but they felt if they even mentioned the dreaded disease there would be a chance it would come back. Instead of responding Ukitake merely smiled at his friend.
"However, she has only proved herself to us. Even with our blessings the girl would never be fully accepted by the fourth division or even by the other members of the Gotei. She needs to gain their respect and that is something she can only do on her own."
"It will take time…and I can already see hardships along the way. Although I still standby my prior statement. She will be able to succeed."
A smile twisted the Shunsui's lips. It was good that Ukitake was willing to support Sakura. She was going to need it. Especially since Ukitake mentioned the little tidbit with Byakuya. Just the thought of the stoic male had a frown playing on his lips. He knew their relationship was slowly progressing, and a part of him was delighted by their new interaction but Ukitake was correct in reminding Byakuya that Sakura wasn't Hisana. Their relationship would never be able to flourish if Byakuya projected his deceased wife onto Sakura. She would be forced to compete with a memory. Although Sakura hasn't demonstrated much interest as of late.
"Those two are boring."
Ukitake glanced at his friend, his green eyes widening in shock at his statement. Although the put-out expression had the white-haired male chuckling in response.
"Byakuya and Sakura?"
"Who else?"
"It will take time. This isn't one of your novels, Shunsui. Those two have a lot to overcome before any feelings develop between them. Especially Sakura."
The mention of the woman's name was dampened by the sober tone. Eyeing his companion, he watched as a dark frown colored his features.
"What do you know?"
"Not enough, but from what I had seen when we went to her home in the human world…the woman is complex, but I believe her past is even more twisted than she has let on. I want to know more but I'm not sure how to proceed."
"Let her come to you, Jūshirō. She has already begun to open up to you more so than anyone else. Give her time. She just isn't ready to share her story yet. Especially if what you said is true."
White brows furrowed in disappointment, but he merely acquiesced his head in agreement. After all it was only a few weeks since Sakura appeared. He couldn't expect her to reveal her past from the start. She was a cautious person.
"Shunsui-taichou, there is someone here to see you."
The sound of the first division's lieutenant's voice had the duo focusing their attention on the screen door as a slim dark-haired female stepped into the room. A heavy book dangled in her hands as she quickly readjusted her glasses and brushed her bangs back.
"Nanao-chan! How sweet of you to escort the guest." The once serious tone was immediately replaced with the laidback, cheerful attitude that Shunsui was characteristic of emitting whenever his lieutenant was around. Ukitake smiled as he noticed the small grimace that was contorting the woman's features.
"Her name is Haruno-san. Don't tell me she is one of your lady friends."
The annoyed tone wasn't lost on the two, but the pair were shocked at the lieutenant's comment. Unable to even picture Sakura acting like one of Shunsui's female companions.
"No. I'm the new captain of the fourth division."
The strict tone surprised the two captains as they noticed the angry expression on the woman's face. Curious as to why, Shunsui immediately dismissed Ise who was looking on with mild embarrassment and interest. Understanding colored her violet tinted eyes as she nodded her head before dismissing herself. The silk screen door slid shut, leaving the three captains to stare at each other as a silence settled amongst them. Deciding it was best to break the awkwardness, Ukitake spoke first.
"Sakura-san. Have you already spoken to the fourth division members?"
"Hai. I have given the members an opportunity to leave if they are against the current arrangement of my position as captain and Isane-san as my lieutenant. I have also dealt with the man who had disrespected you. He is no longer a part of the fourth division. However, he may return if he wishes. However, that is not the reason for my visit."
Narrowing her gaze, Sakura focused on the captain commander. A brown brow rose in response as he wondered why the woman was so angry with him.
"What is it?"
"I have been informed of the previous captain's death. Although I still have questions surrounding the ambiguity of it, I find myself more concerned by a certain law. Why are fourth division members forbidden from going to the human world?"
Shunsui stiffened at the mention of Unohana's death. All pretenses of his laidback demeanor dissipated as he focused his attention on the woman before him.
"The fourth division is not meant for combat. There is no need for them to venture to the human world. Unless it is an urgent matter but even then, they are only allowed to go when whatever enemy has been dealt with. I would not risk their lives. They are vital to running Soul Society."
Pink brow rose in shock at the blatant disregard of the fourth division's abilities to fight. A frown twisted her lips as she careful asked, "Aren't all members of the Gotei required to train at the Shinigami Academy? If I did my reading correctly, swordsmanship is necessary in passing and becoming a member of the Gotei."
"Yes, but just because one is able to wield a blade doesn't mean they are skilled in swordsmanship. Many of the members demonstrate prowess with healing more so than combat. Thus, they are more than willing to do their work outside of the field."
"How can one become skilled if they are not allowed to practice and improve themselves? There is no better teacher than experience."
"Unnecessary. We have two squads that are geared specifically for combat. If they wanted to improve their skills, they had the opportunity to join the eleventh division or even the second division."
Sakura couldn't help the anger bubbling in her. She could easily hear the haunting taunts of her past in the recess of her mind. Reminding her of her inability to fight or even stand with her teammates. The doubt that lingered in her parents' and even her sensei's mind when she had wanted to become a shinobi.
"Your chakra reserves are too small for you to become a decent shinobi. Maybe consider another path?"
"Just become a medical-nin, forehead. I mean you were always book smart."
Clenching her fist, she brushed off the echoes of her past. She had made her peace years ago. She didn't regret going to Tsunade and asking to train under her, but she also didn't allow herself to be solely trained in medical jutsu. Just as Tsunade had said, the medical ninja must stay alive to support their team. They shouldn't be left behind and only called when there was a medical emergency. Calming herself she tried to articulate her thoughts to Shunsui.
"If one of the fourth division members accompany some of the eleventh division members out into the human world, they will be able to ensure they aren't injured on the field. Or if anything, their injuries could be dealt with right away instead of waiting for them to return."
Tapping his lip, Shunsui eyed the girl. "But couldn't they become more focused on ensuring the safety of the fourth division member? A member of the fourth division would be a distraction. They are better off remaining here awaiting the shinigami's return."
Green eyes glared at the man. "Why are you discrediting the fourth division's abilities? Do you not have faith in their swordsmanship? They also have zanpakutō. I'm sure they would be able to hold their own against a hollow."
"You cannot verify that statement when you yourself have not faced a hollow." The harsh tone had Sakura biting her lip as she realized she couldn't deny Shunsui's statement. Irritated at her inability to respond she bowed her head to hide her angry expression. Seeing the bowed head of the female, Shunsui couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at his tone. He could see where she was coming from but the thought of losing more shinigami after the recent war terrified him. The Gotei was already crippled, and what the woman proposed would only harm them further at this moment. Conflicted, Shunsui chose to remain silent. Even if he apologized for his tone, he would not retract his statement.
"You are right. I'm sorry for overstepping." Without another a word, the woman disappeared in a flash leaving behind a flurry of cherry blossoms. The two captains watched in astonishment as the petals began to settle amongst them.
"I didn't expect her to apologize." Shunsui's shock was apparent in his voice as he reached for one the petals. The soft, silk like texture called forth fond memories of the past but they were brushed aside by the sound of Ukitake's voice.
"Oh? I thought it was obvious she has no problem demonstrating respect to those who have garnered it. Headstrong she may be, but she keeps herself in check because she can tell when she is in the wrong. Although her proposal could be something to consider."
A lone grey eye focused on his friend. The thoughtful expression had Shunsui sighing as he ran a hand through his brown locks.
"You always side with the girl. Almost makes me think you care about her more than me." A slight pout twisted his lips as he sipped his sake. The sound of Ukitake's chuckle caused a smile to tug on his lips.
"Although I do have long hair, I am still a male. Unless your preference has change?"
"Heh, of course not. Or is there something you would like to tell me, Jūshirō?" "Only that her idea isn't unfound." "In all honesty, it isn't. However, death has left a nasty taste in my mouth. As it is, I have only been allowing a few members out into the human world to minimize the possibility of any injuries or deaths. Right now, we need to focus on rebuilding Soul Society. Maybe when things have settled down more, we can test out her idea." "Agreed."
"Where is Haruno-san?"
His taichou's cold tone had Renji flinching as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. Unwilling to make eye contact with his captain he mumbled, "She went to see Shunsui-san."
A black brow rose at the unexpected news. He was irritated to see his lieutenant had failed to return with the woman, but to hear she was with the first division captain irked him. She was supposed to be back here, with him.
His grey eyes widened at his last train of thought. A frown twisted his lips as he berated himself for even thinking like that. Annoyed at himself and at the damn woman he glared at his lieutenant.
"Do you know why?"
At this, Renji crossed his arms as a serious expression adorned his face. Intrigued by his lieutenant's change in demeanor, he waited for him to explain.
"She found out about the fourth's division's restriction. Claimed that she would go talk to Shunsui-san to reverse it."
This surprised Byakuya as his brows furrowed in thought. It was a ban that had been enforced long ago. It wasn't anything that anyone disagreed with since the fourth division members were fine with the arrangement. Save for the one incident where a member had violated the law to satisfy a personal desire.
"I don't know why she got so upset. I tried to explain it to her, but she was adamant on speaking with Shunsui."
Rubbing the back of his head, Renji met the eyes of his captain. He was surprised by at the narrowed gaze directed at him. Taking a step back, he straightened himself.
"What was said exactly?"
The frosty tone hinted that Renji had somehow screwed up although he wasn't sure how he managed to do so.
"I told her the fourth division members would be in the way if they are out on the field. Everyone knows the fourth division isn't necessarily bred for battle."
"But did she?"
The question had Renji pausing as he took a moment. He silently pondered over the question. Did she even know what was required of the fourth division? From what he knew, the girl was a no name shinigami. Her name never came up in the shinigami academy and she wasn't part of any divisions…
"Shit."
Slapping his hand against his bandana, he cursed at himself for his carelessness. He had expected her to be aware of the duties of the Gotei, but her reactions should've told him otherwise. Too caught up in his own musings he had just assumed she already knew everything, but she knew nothing. Hell, he had inadvertently called her and her division useless in battle but her demonstration a few days prior said otherwise. He really did mess up.
Byakuya watched his lieutenant realize his folly. Viewing it unnecessary to prolong his misery, the black-haired male rose from his seat. He couldn't explain the anger that rose within him. Was it due to his lieutenant's careless words? Or maybe it was watching the girl train and struggle to even master her reiryoku. Her hard work and display against Zaraki should've showed her prowess with her sword and battle. Yet, his lieutenant had easily brushed off the girl's ability, corralling her with the other fourth division members who preferred not to fight. It was vexing. Although observing Renji realizing his own mistake helped quell his irritation. Moving from his desk he walked past his lieutenant.
"As I have learned from my own battles, one should never discredit their opponent, let alone their comrades."
Grey eyes glanced at the man as a look of understanding filled his brown eyes. Unwilling to elaborate, Byakuya prepared to leave but the sound of a door sliding open, alerted him to another's presence. Narrowing his eyes, he focused his reiryoku as he was greeted with the familiar reiryoku belonging to Sakura. Pleased that she had returned to him, he disappeared, leaving his lieutenant to ponder his words.
With an easy gait, he walked towards the direction of the woman's reiryoku. He was surprised her reiatsu was well controlled. He knew one's emotions had an ability to affect their reiryoku and from his conversation with Abarai, he expected Sakura to be outraged. This wasn't the case, as Byakuya noted the quiet expression of indifference on the woman's face.
Surprised she had left her room door wide open, he observed the somber woman as she leaned against the frame of the shojo. Her head was tilted towards the cherry blossom tree as her arms were loosely crossed over her chest. She was once again dressed in her robes she wore to her battle with Zaraki.
"You can come in, Kuchiki-san."
Lost in his musings, he was surprised by her formal address. Raising a brow, he stepped into her room. With a few steps, he stood beside her, enjoying the slight breeze that slipped past them. Silence settled amongst the two as they both observed their surroundings, neither one of them finding the desire to speak.
It was peaceful, which surprised Byakuya. He usually preferred his own company, finding it easier to ponder his thoughts. Although he didn't mind being with Rukia, there weren't many individuals that he found himself seeking the company of. Yet, he didn't mind being with the woman beside him, even though she had the ability to irritate him at times. A small smile appeared on his lips as he recalled a recent incident, but he immediately squashed it as he realized his reaction. He enjoyed their squabbles.
Grey eyes blinked at the revelation. He was never one to engage in teasing. Not even with Hisana yet he enjoyed antagonizing Sakura. A dull throb echoed in his heart as he thought about his late wife, but it was encompassed by the uneasiness that filled him. Why is it that this woman was able to make him act this way? As if she would be able to answer his unspoken he turned to look at the woman.
Green eyes met his grey gaze. Curiosity danced in her eyes as she appeared to wait for him to ask his unspoken question. Was he that transparent with the woman that she was able to figure out what he wanted to ask? The uneasy feeling grew within him. Frowning, he moved to distract himself.
"Were you able to speak with the fourth division?"
"Hai. The one who denied the thirteenth division treatment has been stripped of his rank and position in the division. If he wishes to return, he may but he is a prideful man. It will take time before he can return, and for the current members to accept a new captain. The death of their taichou is still affecting them."
"Death is never easy to come to terms with."
"No, but it is necessarily because we are still living. Mourning is fine. Remembering your loved one is expected but preventing yourself from living and going about your life…that is not right. No one would wish that on their loved one."
Byakuya felt a part of him shut down at the direction the conversation was going. Choosing to ignore her answer he moved to address the real reason he sought her out.
"You spoke with Shunsui-san?"
The abrupt change in conversation wasn't lost on Sakura. Unwilling to question the man, she merely nodded in response. Focusing her eyes on the twirling cherry blossom petals she reached for one as it drifted towards her. Holding the delicate petal in her hand, she caressed the silken skin.
"I was foolish when speaking to him. I allowed my anger at that moment to cloud my reasoning."
As if to emphasize her point, she crushed the petal, before letting the broken flower fall to the ground.
"He was correct in saying I wasn't right to make a judgment when I haven't faced a hollow."
A glare twisted her brow as she refused to face the man beside her. She just knew he would have no problem berating her for her naivety.
"You will be facing one soon. You can make your request again after you have gained experience."
Green eyes widened in shock as she glanced at Byakuya. She didn't expect him to give her advice. Hell, she was waiting for a long lecture at her incompetence. Voicing her shocks, she said, "I didn't expect that from you."
"The ban of the fourth division was meant to be a contract rather than a restriction. The members never enjoyed combat, favoring healing instead of fighting. Although there is a squad dedicated to fighting if necessary. That division is seen as the backbone to Soul Society, they do a lot of support and provide treatment to both civilians and shinigami. Thus, their role was geared towards maintaining Soul Society. Fighting is left towards the eleventh division."
Once again Sakura was blindsided by the new revelation. Here she had allowed her old insecurities to color her thinking when she was misinformed. She really was a fool. A rueful smile twisted her lips as she shook her head at her mistake. Pushing back a fallen lock of hair she muttered, "And here, I believed it was because they were considered useless…"
"Some do view the division as useless due to their lack of fighting, but those are the ones who don't realize the extent of work the fourth division is responsible for. Abarai informed me of his attempted explanation. He was in the wrong for insulting you and your division."
Eying the man, she wasn't surprised to see an apathetic expression as he presented his version of an apology. Unable to help herself she giggled, immediately drawing the man's attention. Composing herself, she faced the mildly confused male. With a soft smile that easily reached her eyes she was bowed her head.
"Thank you, Byakuya-san."
Grey eyes widened at the use of his first name. Coupled with the soft smile, he could feel his heartbeat quickening as his cheeks began to warm. Trying to control his unnecessary reactions, he merely nodded his head before quickly turning away from the woman.
"The rules may be old fashion, but they provide order and a sense of security. Before you wish to reverse the ban, speak with your members. If you try to push your ideology onto them, they will reject you further."
With that piece of advice, Byakuya left the room. Flash stepping to his own personal corridors, he quickly shut the door as he covered his face. The sound of his name seemed to echo in his mind as he recalled the expression she had showed him. Not once had she displayed that expression, even when she was with Ukitake. Unable to stop the blush that was coloring his cheeks, he closed his eyes as he felt the warring emotions within him.
"Dammit."
The curse was foreign on his lips, but it suited his current situation. Whatever was growing between them, it needed to end. Making his decision, Byakuya steeled himself as he prepared to find Shunsui. It was time for the woman to leave.
Steady steps echoed down the hall as Sakura retraced the path she had taken to find Shunsui the day before. Muffling a sigh, she thought about everything that had occurred the day prior. Just thinking about how she had spoken to Shunsui made her nervous about seeing him again, but she knew the ban was something she would want revoked. It would benefit the fourth division to be well rounded instead of focused on one skill. However, Byakuya's words rang in her mind. She would need to speak with the members to get their own thoughts instead of forcing her own wants on them. The transition was already difficult.
Lost in her musings she didn't realize someone was matching her stride. It wasn't until a slight cough interrupted her thoughts did Sakura notice the man besides her. Pink eyebrows rose as she took in the sight of Hitsugaya-san. Blinking at the unexpected man, she briefly greeted him.
"Good morning Hitsugaya-san."
"Haruno-san." The cordial reply was accompanied by a nod as the pair continued towards their destination.
"Do you also have business with Shunsui-san?"
Turquoise eyes peered at the woman in surprise. He had assumed she had known about the change in plan, but it appeared no one had informed her. Then again, he was only told late last night. He could still recall the sight of the Jigokuchō landing on his desk, relaying Shunsui's orders. It had surprised him, but he couldn't defy the captain commander's orders. Although he was curious as to what resulted in the sudden change.
"I was told to escort you, alongside Zaraki-san in place of Byakuya-san."
Sakura halted her steps as she considered his words. Confusion filled her as she recalled their interaction last night. Nothing was amiss, save for her addressing him by his first name but he had remained his normal, frigid self. Her brows furrowed in thought but she proceeded to follow Hitsugaya who remained silent after his admission. It wasn't long before the duo reached their destination.
The screen doors were already open, as the last member of their trio was standing in the corner, arms crossed as a smirk twisted his lips.
"Took you long enough." The towering male strolled over to the woman as he flashed her a wide grin. "I still want a rematch."
A pink brow rose at the proximity of the man, but she merely slid her eyes shut as she replied, "Maybe later. I have matters I need to deal with before I can play with you Zaraki."
"Che." Disappointed by her lack of a reaction, Zaraki glanced at Shunsui who was observing them as he prepared his pipe. The familiar scent of smoke filled the room as Shunsui inhaled the tobacco.
"Are we able to leave now? I hear the hollows have been increasing in Karakura." The excitement was muted by the bored expression on Zaraki's face, but Shunsui knew the man was itching for a battle. He lived to fight.
"Soon, Zaraki-san. There are still a few matters that need to be discussed." As if feeling her inquisitive gaze, Shunsui glanced at Sakura.
"As you have noticed, Byakuya-san will not be accompanying you to Karakura. He has matters that require his attention. Hence, Hitsugaya-san will take his place."
A slight pursing of lips hinted that Sakura was not satisfied with his explanation but Shunsui refused to elaborate. Especially after the conversation with Byakuya.
"I will not be able to accompany Haruno-san to Karakura Town." The decree surprised Shunsui as he met Ukitake's shocked expression. Confused and mildly annoyed his plan was being ruined, Shunsui asked, "Why?"
Grey eyes narrowed in annoyance as Byakuya was forced to elaborate. "As captain of the sixth division, I have been neglecting my duties to assist Haruno in her training. I can no longer allow her to affect my work."
Shunsui blinked in surprise at Byakuya's admittance of Sakura's effect on him. Although it delighted Shunsui, he could tell the man didn't even realize what he had just revealed. A brown brow rose in amusement as he heard the slight chuckle from his white-haired friend. Scratching his beard, he merely reclined in his seat as he peered at the man.
"This is surprising. I didn't expect you of all people to be distracted."
A glare was directed towards Shunsui, but he merely brushed it off. Although the temptation to determine how Sakura was distracting Byakuya was pressing, he knew there were more important matters to tend to.
"If are unable to escort Sakura, I will ask Hitsugaya to take your place. It is apparent out of everyone in the Gotei, she doesn't mind his company. After all she had specifically requested his assistance during the healing session.
His words were truthful, but Shunsui watched the black-haired man to see If he would react to his mild taunt. The slight frown that tugged on the man's lips indicated his words had irked him, but the sixth division captain merely acquiesced his head in agreement. Disappointed he wouldn't be able to coax a better reaction he summoned a Jigokuchō. The familiar butterfly appeared, landing in front of Shunsui as he proceeded to relay his message. Sending the winged insect off, he returned his attention to Byakuya.
"Is there anything else?"
"I believe it is time Haruno-san is transferred to the fourth division."
This time Shunsui was stunned by the sudden request. Confused as to why Byakuya would even consider removing the girl, the captain commander narrowed his gaze as he asked, "Why?"
"She has been formally made captain of the fourth division. There is no need for her to remain at the manor. She has a place to stay."
"Are you not concerned at the possible repercussions of having her move in right away? You have already witnessed the members' reaction to her being given the title of captain."
"She is more than capable of handling herself."
Brown brows furrowed in mild annoyance. Crossing his arms over his chest, Shunsui replied, "It is still too soon for her to move in. At least allow her a week, Byakuya. Have you even told her about any of your decisions?"
The silence was his answer. Sighing in response Shunsui glared at Byakuya. "I will not allow you to metaphorically feed the woman to the lions even if she is capable of protecting herself. As of late she considers you as one of her main sources of information and comrade, even if you two butt heads. How do you think she will react once she learns of you kicking her out?"
"She was never to be a permanent resident at the manor. I never wanted her there." The harsh tone irked Shunsui, but before he could respond Ukitake stepped in.
"Although correct, we believed you would be the best option in providing room and knowledge to the girl. If you want her gone Byakuya, that is fine as it is within your right. However, give the girl at least a week to prepare to leave. It would be dishonorable of you to force her to leave without giving her notice."
Seeing how he was not going to win the argument, Byakuya merely nodded before turning to leave. Pausing at the doorway, he reiterated Ukitake's words.
"She has a week."
A frown twisted his lips as he continued to smoke his pipe. The conversation last night did not sit well with Shunsui. The rude way Byakuya was attempting to kick the girl out was unlike the man, but that indicated how much the girl was getting to him. He was torn being pleased or irritated with the current predicament. Forcing himself to focus on his task at hand, Shunsui addressed the trio.
"Zaraki-san, Hitsugaya-san. You two will oversee demonstrating how to defeat a hollow as well as educating Sakura about the different types. If you encounter a gillian allow Sakura to engage it in battle, however if there is an adjuchas, one of you will be tasked with battling the hollow. I expect the three of you to return in one piece."
The serious command was accompanied by two nods and a wide smirk. Pleased that there was no disagreement he dismissed Hitsugaya and Zaraki. Waiting for the two males to exit the room, Shunsui rose from his seat. Sliding the screen door shut he turned towards Sakura.
"There is an important matter I need to discuss with you before you leave. Within a week's time, you will be transferred to the fourth division. Part of the division houses the living quarters for the members and the captain. "
"Alright. I'll prepare once I have returned." Bowing her head, Sakura moved to join the others but was halted by Shunsui.
"You are not questioning it?"
Green eye briefly looked up at the man as she merely shook her head no. "There is nothing to question. I have more important matters at hand to deal with instead of questioning Kuchiki's motives."
Deeming it unnecessary to continue, the pink haired woman left the room, intent on filling her duties. Shunsui watched the woman leave as he rubbed his eyes. Reaching for his flask of sake the tired male poured himself a drink. The taste was heavenly compared to the headache he was forced to deal with. Shaking his head, he cursed at the two prideful captains that were a lot more similar than he had realized.
Shojo doors slid open revealing a blinding light as three figures entered into the desolate park. The towering man chuckled as he scanned the empty playground searching for any signs of a hollow. Behind him stood the other two captains, the shorter male stood to the side as he examined the area, re-familiarizing himself with the town for it had been quite some time since he had returned. The sole woman took in her surroundings, the sight of the swing set called forth her memory of the wooden swing tied to a tree branch near the academy. An image of sad, blonde haired boy filled her mind, as a small frown played on her lips.
Naruto.
The name of her former teammate haunted her as other memories of their childhood flitted across her mind. Although a part of her would always regret her mistreatment of the poor boy, she was happy that Naruto was able to stand on his own and build his own relationships and friendships with others. He was an invaluable member of Konoha, the epitome of the Will of Fire. They needed him…more than he could even fathom. It would've been selfish if Sakura had chosen to stand by and watch her two teammates decimate each other.
"Was it really selfless?"
The sound of Fenikkusu's voice momentarily surprised her. He had been quiet since her battle with Zaraki, not even throwing in his own thoughts on the fourth division's rebellious nature. Interested by his sudden desire to converse, she merely replied with a yes.
"Will you continue to lie to yourself?"
"What do you mean?" Green eyes narrowed in response as Sakura tried to figure out what her zanpakutō was hinting at.
"Your inability or unwillingness to accept the reality disappoints me…but it is also expected. Tell me Sakura, weren't you tired? After everything that happened, wasn't death the more peaceful option? You choose to continually lie to yourself about your actions regarding that day, claiming it is for the good of Konoha when it was nothing more than a satisfaction of your own dark desire. You wanted to die."
"Fenikkusu." Anger laced her words as she glared at the distance. Trying to contain her temper and turbulent emotions she replied, "Don't you dare try to taint my actions! I will not regret saving those two idiots."
"Yet you don't deny my statement of wanting to die. When will you be able to face your past and accept what has come to pass, Sakura?"
"I've already made my peace. Why must you bring this up now?" The sound of her teeth gritting made her aware of how close she was to losing her temper. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax, uncurling her clenched fists.
Fenikkusu watched his mistress. He knew he was risking Sakura's own mental wellbeing by forcing her to confront her own truth that she had buried beneath her own denial. He knew he had pushed enough for now, but it was a something they would need to address. Especially if she had any hopes of obtaining bankai.
"I will leave it be, but know this discussion is not over."
"There was nothing to discuss in the first place."
Silence was her response. Sensing Fenikkusu had retreated, she breathed a sigh of relief. Focusing her attention on the two captains before her, she was surprised and embarrassed to see both of their eyes concentrated on her.
"Did I knock you around too much Pinky?" The question although coated in sarcasm, had an underlying hint of concern. It seemed Kenpachi wasn't the only one who was worried as Hitsugaya stepped forward. Meeting the icy gaze of the tenth division captain, she noted the furrowed brow and frown decorating his features.
"Are you alright? If you are unable to proceed, we will return another day."
His concern was genuine. Wearily smiling at the man, she briefly shook her head as she faced the two males.
"I'm fine Hitsugaya-san. Zaraki-san. I was conversing with Fenikkusu. Shall we continue?"
The explanation although brief was enough for the two. With a che, Zaraki continued to head towards the denser area of the park. Hitsugaya met her gaze once more before following suit. Thoroughly embarrassed, she mentally cursed Fenikkusu before matching her pace to the Hitsugaya. Wordlessly she glanced at her surroundings, surprised by the enormity of the park. Certain areas were reminiscent of Konoha, but the paved pathway illuminated by the streetlamps distinguished the modernized town.
Looking past the twelfth division captain, Sakura could see hints of concrete buildings and walls. Intrigued, she moved towards the unusual sight. Within a few steps, she was surprised to find herself on another path. Peering at the darker ground that was littered by white paint and symbols she glanced at the concrete building that was much larger than she had expected. Flickering lights alerted her of life, but the countless buildings that were hidden behind the one before her was a surprise. Green eyes widened as she examined the countless structures that differed in size but mimicked each other. Walls separated the houses while others had bits of foliage serving as a marker.
"Haruno-san?"
The sound of her name broke her appraisal of Karakura as Sakura glanced at Hitsugaya. "Sorry. I was just surprised by this." Gesturing her hand, Hitsugaya was confused by what she meant. Noticing the confused look, she decided to elaborate.
"My village is rural compared to this. We have traveled to other cities but none as large as this one here. Plus, the buildings are quite different from the simple designs back in Konoha. It is modern."
Understanding dawned on him as Hitsugaya realized Sakura's unusual upbringing. Although it wasn't that much different from the shinigami training. Both were used to more simplistic manners of living compared to the more complex and modern ways humans preferred. Nodding his head, he replied, "It is understandable, but our purpose is to expose you to a hollow. We are going to head towards the area where the thirteenth division members were attacked. The hollow may still be there, hunting. Zaraki-san is probably already there."
As if on cue the sound of Zaraki's voice echoed from the direction they had strayed from.
"Oi, did you brats get lost? There's a hollow approaching. If you want Sakura to have a taste bring her before I take care of it." A gleeful laugh accompanied the warning. Shaking his head, Hitsugaya motioned for Sakura to follow as he flash stepped towards Zaraki's location. Appearing beside Hitsugaya in a whirlwind of cherry blossom petals, her bright green eyes widened as she felt an odd tremor. Focusing her attention on the erratic sensation, an inkling of apprehension trickled down her spine as the tremor intensified.
"It's a hollow. Their reiatsu appear more erratic than ours. Your ability to use reikaku is not bad for a beginner." Hitsugaya's calm voice helped her relax as she steadied herself. Taking a small breath, she reached for her blade as she felt the reiatsu approaching their location.
"Reikaku?"
A white brow rose at the confused tone. Glancing at the woman, Hitsugaya calmly elaborated. "It's what we call spiritual sense. You stop using your eyes and instead use your reikaku to pick up on another's reiatsu. It is what a lot of shinigami use but the ability and perception differ from each one, although basic use of reikaku is required in order to become a shinigami. Were you not told what reikaku or reiatsu was?"
"Fenikkusu had me undergo a test where I was told to sense reiatsu instead of chakra. It was an interesting switch, but he never told me what the ability was called…It's here." Sakura withdrew her sword as the trees shook. A large cry echoed throughout the park as a centipede like creature burst through the clearing. The bonelike mask replaced the head, as a pair of bright yellow eyes glared through the empty black slits. A pair of fangs surrounded the humanlike teeth that were gleaming at the sight of the three prey before them. Lunging at the trio, Hitsugaya and Zaraki retreated, leaving Sakura to face the hollow.
Sakura was momentarily surprised by the unusual creature, but she was able to dodge the attack as the massive monster pursued her. Pushing back the urge to retreat, she examined the hollow. Eyes narrowed as she focused her attention on the mask. In the textbooks she read, if the mask was destroyed the hollow would be purified, although any attack that would tear it apart would have the same result. Pursing her lips, she tried to classify the hollow type, but was forced on the defensive as it swung its tail at her. Raising her sword, she quickly blocked the claw-like legs. Her eyes widened in shock as she noticed a trickling of liquid coating the twitching appendages. Pushing back the claws, she quickly swung her blade at the moving vertebrae, succeeding in severing the tail from the body. With a thud, the severed tail fell to the ground. A nauseous scent emitted from the decaying part as a greenish gas surrounded the failing limbs.
"Poison."
The sight confirmed her suspicion. She needed to avoid the legs otherwise she would risk being immobilized. It was reminiscent of her fight with Sasori. A small smirk twisted her lips as she recalled the puppet master of the Akatsuki. The red head also preferred poison as his weapon of choice, although the difference between the two was apparent. Only one of them was a mastermind tactician and fighter. Launching herself towards the creature, she reflexively avoided the twitching legs as she steadied herself on the hollow's flagellating body. Annoyed by the continued movement she quickly sheathed her sword as she pulled back her fist.
"Shannarō!"
A deafening crack appeared in the body as the centipede collapsed at the enhanced punch. Paralyzed, Sakura made her way towards the mask. Intrigued by the design but also knowing she needed to dispose of the hollow, she pulled out her sword. Channeling her reiryoku, she slashed the mask cleanly in two. Shards of bone danced in the night as the hollow shrieked out before disappearing. Disappointed that she wouldn't get an opportunity to further examine the hollow she frowned as she heard a pair of footsteps approaching her.
"Not bad Pinky. I never saw someone disable a hollow with a punch, although it took you a lot longer than expected." A hoarse chuckle accompanied the statement as she faced Zaraki.
"I wanted to see how a hollow moves and acts. The textbooks don't do it justice."
Hitsugaya nodded his head in agreement. "This is true. Every hollow has different characteristics that pertain to them. For example, you just destroyed a centipede type of hollow. Hence the poison, but if it was a snake type or frog type, it would be a different battle. Although every hollow has basic abilities that are characteristic for all hollows, for example cero."
"Yes, I remember reading about that, and judging from the fight that was just a gillian class hollow?"
Surprised by her ability to distinguish the hollow, Hitsugaya said "Hai…how were you able to figure that out?"
"The books Ukitake gave me. It explained the different classes, although the gillian it described was focused on a menos grande. However, an adjuchas would be more conscious of their attacks. The final class is a vasto lorde, but it has been said no one has come across one since they are rare but also the strongest type. Their powers can easily overcome a captain's."
"Che. If that is true I would have battled one long ago. You're right though, all the hollows we usually come across fall into the two classes you just mentioned. More so the first type than the second. Gillians are like flies, they are easy to defeat. I expected more from you, but that punch did make up for how slow you were at disposing it."
Sakura glared at Zaraki who was grinning at her, daring her to start a fight. Sensing the tension, Hitsugaya decided it was best to step in.
"Gillians are usually reserved for the shinigami. Adjuchas or menos grandes are when captains and lieutenants are expected to join the fray. Once you face more hollows you will be able to distinguish how much reiryoku you would need to defeat them. However, it was impressive that you did not need to use your zanpakutō for your first fight."
A tsk could be heard as well as a mumbled "slow," but Sakura chose to ignore Zaraki. Bowing her head as a show of thanks, Sakura smiled at Hitsugaya who returned it with a small one of his own.
"My, my. That was a nice lesson. Tell me shinigami-san, want to see a Menos Grande?" All eyes focused on the mysterious voice that emitted from the trees. With ease, the bull like monster revealed itself. His mask was like a bull skull as two large horns protruded from the forehead, encasing the two gaping slits that held bright yellow orbs. The hollow's form was large and muscular as his forearm bulged with muscle before extending out into two vicious claws. Human like teeth twisted into a sneer as it absentmindedly twirled the sword in one of its claws.
"Although you aren't the weak little boy from before, I think you three will be perfect to bring back to him."
Turquoise eyes narrowed at the sight of the weapon. Drawing out his own blade he slipped into a battle stance as he questioned the hollow. "That belongs to Yuki-san, doesn't it?"
Cocking its head to the side the hollow eyed the young man. "Ohhh is that what my prey's name was. He left it here after choosing the girl over his weapon. Pity I preferred he left the girl. After all a hollow's got to eat."
"Che. You are boring me with this small talk, adjuchas. "Zaraki lazily stepped forward, effectively blocking Hitsugaya and Sakura with his large frame as he lazily draped his blade over his shoulders. "I've been itching for a fight. Looks like you will have to do for now."
"Three on one. I don't think that's fair."
Zaraki smirked at the hollow, his reiryoku steadily blanketed him. "Who says I'll let the others join? I fight my battles alone."
Raising his sword, Zaraki launched himself at the hollow. Growling at the sudden attack, the hollow moved to evade. Raising his hands, he steadily caught the sword blocking the attack from making contact. Engaging in a battle of strength, the hollow swung the sword back, forcing Zaraki to retreat with a curse.
"Let's make this a little fairer." Throwing back its head, the beast let out a large roar. A rumbling echoed across the sky as a crack began to form in between the clouds. Green eyes widened as a large, black clawed hand grasped the edge of the crack, forcing it to widen and reveal the strange looking monster. A sharp nose attached to the trademark white mask began to push itself through the void. Reddish spheres glanced at the trio as it forced its way into the human world. The gigantic black cloaked hollow almost blanketed the park as it slowly opened its mouth. A purplish hue of gas emitted from the creature as the large body sluggishly moved towards the trio. A gaping hole divided the body as it towered over them.
"Menos grande." Surprised by the reality of what was described in the textbooks, Sakura eyed the hollow in fascination.
"Hai hai. Just like you wanted, but I promise, there are more." The gleeful bull chuckled as it raised a claw to gesture at the gaping crack in the sky. Another claw broke through the entrance as two more masks appeared, each one mirroring the other.
"Haruno-san." The sound of Hitsugaya's voice had her turning her attention towards him. A grimace twisted his lips as he examined the scene before him.
"We need to destroy the menos as quickly as possible before more can come through. Zaraki-san, you will take care of the adjuchas."
"Heh. With pleasure. Oi ugly, pay attention." Lunging at the adjuchas, the two engaged in battle as the hollow cursed in annoyance. Reassured that Zaraki would have no problem dealing with the adjuchas, Hitsugaya instructed Sakura on her next move.
"Take care of that one. I'll hold off the other two coming through. Same concept destroy the mask and they will be purified." With that brief instruction, Hitsugaya nodded at Sakura before releasing his zanpakutō.
"Sit upon the frozen heavens, Hyōrinmaru." A large chain of ice began to swirl around Hitsugaya's blade, molding itself into a dragon as he launched himself at the menos attempting to enter the human world. Sakura watched as shards of ice were thrown at one of the hands, effectively blanketing the claws in ice, as Hitsugaya easily sliced the appendages off. With practiced ease, he slashed at one of the masks. With an explosion of ice, the dragon clawed the mask in two as the menos cried out before disappearing. It wasn't long before Hitsugaya began to attack the other menos.
"Pay attention to your own fight."
The sound of Fenikkusu's voice alerted Sakura to the incoming attack as she back flipped away from the clawed hand. Reaching for her own zanpakuto she called forth her shikai.
"Reveal yourself, Fenikkusu."
Her blade hummed as it changed its appearance. The tinkling of the charm could be heard as she raised her weapon. "Kasai no Ken." Flames engulfed the sword as Sakura faced the hollow. Running towards the immense being, she propelled herself off the ground as she prepared to cut the menos in two. A flash of bright red light began to surround the mouth of the creature as a small red sphere began to form. The current of power thrummed in the air as Sakura attempted to cut the mask in two. A large black arm blocked the flaming sword as the limb was engulfed in flames before falling to the ground, leaving behind a pile of ashes. Cursing at her predicament, she quickly recited the kido incantation as the sphere doubled in size.
"Way of binding no 81: Severing void!" The familiar barrier immediately appeared before the woman, but it was dimmed by the onslaught of the attack as the blast succeed in breaking the barrier.
"Haruno!" Hitsugaya watched in fear as the cero engulfed the new captain. Irritated by the remaining Menos, he swung his blade, releasing a torrid of ice shards at the hollow, effectively shattering the mask. Panic welled in him as he saw a flicker of pink before the red cero blanketed the entire clearing. Shielding his eyes, he waited until the smoke cleared before flash stepping towards the fight. His eyes widened as he saw Sakura, still standing before the hollow. She was covered in cuts as blood gleamed from each of the wounds. Impressed at her ability to withstand the cero he moved to intervene but stopped at the sound of her steady voice.
"Stay back."
Without even glancing at the tenth division captain, Sakura raised her weapon. She was surprised that she was able to hold onto the barrier long enough to soften the attack, although the moment the shield had shattered, the immense attack still blew her back as she felt the scorching pain of the cero. It was like one of the explosive tags being released, but the strength was easily multiplied. Taking a deep breath see was able to sense the extent of her wounds. Most of them ranged from minor to serious, but she didn't want to waste her energy on healing herself. Her main goal was destroying the menos. Steeling herself, she prepared her next attack. Channeling her reiryoku, her sword began to glow fiercely, illuminating the area with its heat and power.
With a loud cry, she charged at the hollow, her blade poised as she dodged the remaining hand before jumping above the mask. Her reflection glowed in the red orbs of the being as she swung down her blade, releasing a large amount of flames at the mask. A large cry echoed throughout the clearing as the flames burned the being. The skull began to melt as the hollow cried out in agony before crumbling into a pile of ashes. Labored breathes forced Sakura to clutch at her chest as she stared at the pile of ash. She had succeeded. A relieved smile contorted her lips but was replaced with a grimace as she began to experience the extent of her injuries. Fearing that she would collapse, she plunged her sword in the ground, dispersing the shikai as she used the weapon to steady herself.
"Here."
Sakura glanced at the extended hand. Reaching for the hand, she murmured thanks as she leaned against the shorter man. Worried that she would cause them to topple, she shifted her weight away from him. Once settled in a somewhat comfortable position, the two watched as Zaraki continued his battle.
"Not bad, but not good enough." With a large smirk, the bright yellow reiryoku that was characteristic of Zaraki wrapped itself around his blade. With a fierce attack, the sword sliced through the adjuchas, splitting the creature in two. A blinding light appeared between the wound as the hollow cried out in agony.
"No…no…NO!"
A pair of doors emerged from the being as two skulls adorned each door. The head of the skulls were bandaged as each had their arms crossed against their chest, as if preparing to bow. The latches began to break as the doors opened, revealing an endless sea of red. Kusarigama flew towards the hollow, embedding the sickle like blade in its form as the chains began to drag the being to hell. The adjuchas began to scream in fear as it thrashed out. Feebly it attempted to escape but with a final tug, the adjuchas disappeared in the abyss as the doors closed before disappearing. Silence surrounded the trio as Sakura was left to process what had occurred.
"Those were the gates to hell. They only appear when souls have committed mortal sins in their past lives. We can only purify souls, not save them."
"I wonder why I am still here then."
Sakura's admission had Hitsugaya glancing at her, confusion evident in his eyes. Sensing his puzzlement, she merely grimaced at him as she admitted, "My hands are coated in blood."
"Doesn't mean shit. I'll be the first to tell ya, don't allow your past to hinder you from moving forward. Got to keep going no matter what. Otherwise, you'll miss too many interesting fights if you allow whatever is eating at you to continue."
"I'm surprised by your words Zaraki-san. I wouldn't have expected them from you."
"I wouldn't expect a pink haired woman to take down a hollow with one punch but what do you know. Everyone's just full of surprises." The one-eyed man flashed the woman a grin as Hitsugaya shook his head at the comment.
"Did you retrieve Yuki's blade?"
"Of course." Raising the familiar weapon, Hitsugaya nodded at Zaraki before attempting to summon the Senkaimon. Seeing him struggle, Sakura attempted to stand up but her limbs began to give out. Catching the woman before she collapsed, Zaraki easily heaved the woman onto his back.
"A lot heavier than I expected."
"Shut up."
A cackle could be heard as the trio disappeared behind the doors as they returned to Soul Society to report what had occurred.
