"Zaraki-taicho," Kensei spoke in the most assured voice he could muster, "I have no grudge against you..."
"Well, I got a grudge against you... YOU DIDN'T WAIT TILL I SHOWED UP TO START THE FIGHTING!" Zaraki charged.
"YOU'RE DEAD!"
"Bakudo Number 81... SPLITTING VOID!"
Zaraki's blade slammed into a wall.
Kensei looked to his left and saw Tsukabishi Tessai standing there...
wearing an apron.
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"Well, really sucks to be him. He still gets shots after he's dead."
Kurotsuchi Nemu looked up to see a man with a bucket-looking hat and wooden sandals carrying a cane.
She knew most people would think him as strange as they thought her father, but she really didn't care.
"Hello."
"Shouldn't you show more concern than that for a dead person's remains?"
"My father would be cross with me if I didn't do some experiments..."
Seeing that she got no results from injecting his arm, she pointed another needle directly into his heart.
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"There are some things I want to get from a local shop, son." Ishida Ryuken said. "I suggest you accompany me. You are slightly stronger than the average shinigami, but that's not what you are facing here."
"WHAT!?"
"Need I repeat myself? I want to go to a shop, and you will get cut to bits by the most dangerous shinigami they have if you are not with me."
"I can take care of him, if you want."
They looked up to see a black cat sitting on a wall.
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"Is there any point in asking why you are here, Tsukabishi-san?"
"I'm here to save your life. Again."
"Am I fighting both of you, now? Fights are supposed to be one on one!"
"I can handle him," Tessai said as he drew a tanto from his apron.
Kensei considered it for a second.
"I'd kind of like to check on my friends, and let you fight him, if that's okay, Zaraki-taicho."
"It's not like I care who I fight. Besides, letting you check on your friends seems okay to me."
"Shouldn't you let me take him, Zaraki-taicho?" the bald-headed man asked as he walked over and exposed three inches of his blade.
"I think letting him check on his friends is the noble thing to do, but he is a criminal, so do whatever you want."
The bald man looked him over. "He's a crook?"
"Yeah, that's what Ichimaru said."
An insane grin spread over the bald man's face.
"Then I'll kick 'is ass!"
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"GAAAAAAAAASSSSSP!"
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"GAAAAAAAAASSSSSP!"
"The good doctor has revived the patient."
Kurotsuchi Nemu stood over the now breathing body of Kuchiki Byakuya-taicho.
Sarugaki Hiyori was the first to regain control of her voicebox.
"Playing Kami at it's most disturbing."
"Taicho? Can you hear me?" Renji spoke with excitement. "You better come back to life so I can kick your ass!"
"Mu nu... numi... gu... samivi... da..."
"It seems he has suffered some brain damage from being dead so long."
"So inject his head!" Renji shouted impatiently.
"This serum doesn't work on brain damage," Nemu replied. "We'll need a specially made formula. This formula already exists, but I didn't think to bring any."
Renji groaned with impatience.
"Well, I think we can safely call this a defeat. Let's head back, shall we?" Kurotsuchi Nemu looked to see if anyone objected to her suggestion.
Someone did.
"It's not your place to say that, fukutaicho."
"My apologies, Hitsugaya-taicho. But my father has told me as much as I need to know about the man in the hat and clogs. I don't think we want to fight him."
"I'm not going to call this a defeat until..."
Every spiritually aware person in Karakura town got the sudden impression that the ground was shaking.
"Kid, I've already beaten you. I suggest you admit it before I vegetablize you the way my former fukutaicho vegetablized Byakuaya."
Far from weakening under this pressure, Hitsugaya Toshiro actually grew in his resolve to fight.
"Like hell I will!" he exclaimed defiantly. "I'm not abandoning my comrades!"
"These guys want to leave, you wouldn't be... oh right..."
"Well, Kurotsuchi Mayuri dissolved. He's around here somewhere. If I see him around, I'll open a garganta for him. More likely he'll simply find your senkaimon and rush through it before he closes."
"Ichimaru Gin has escaped, and is waiting for you in Seireitei.
To nobody's surprise, Kira Izuru said "You're lying."
"No I'm not. I haven't seen Matsumoto Rangiku, though..."
"Oh, she's in the nurse's office. I hit her with the same spell I hit Kira with. She's okay, though."
"You're sure?" Hitsugaya Toshiro didn't really trust this outlaw not to hurt his subordinate.
"Well, unless my gikongan did something to her, she's okay."
"Where is it?!"
"Jeez. I'll show you. This way."
When they arrived, they were not pleased with what they saw...
"No... stop..."
"Please... Matsumoto-chan? Can't I just touch them a little?"
The gikongan was stroking Matsumoto-fukutaicho's hair. It was obvious he was in his element.
Matsumoto looked up and saw the shinigami who had come in.
"Oh, taicho save me! He's a monster in pill form!"
Hitsugaya-taicho's lungs started working well before Ichigo's did.
"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF GIKONGAN DID YOU USE!?"
Why does nobody besides gameroy review my work?
I appreciate it, gameroy. It's not that I want you to stop reviewing, it's that I want everyone else to start following your example.
Oh, and by the way?
I didn't make up the character I'm using as the Fourth Seat in the Eleventh Division.
A guy named "Blak-Ninja" did.
And made me put him in my story...
under threat of death...
And now I'm using his character...
MAYBE HE CAN REVIEW TOO!