Here is the next chapter! The Disclaimer is in the Summary, Saguru, Sensei, and Tomomi are mine, and I'm planing to devour the world of all caffeine.
(Sounds about right.)
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Saguru's POV
In truth, the plan is simple.
(I am a firm believer in the KISS principle; Keep It Simple, Stupid. Never has their been such wiser words spoken)
For Sensei (he prefers to be called Sen, kanji meaning before, but I still call him Sensei), who despite being 'numbered' himself, is privileged and successful enough to be able to go to the higher floors (thus able to serve the higher ups and the bitch), actually knew where we were.
We were in Seireitei, right near Shino Academy.
Clever place to hold us, as who would ever think to place a secret lab near a school?
Because if an accident/disruption ever happened, Shinigami would swarm the place.
Of course, the people who ran this place were careful, they had to be because of that.
So, that leaves us to cause a disruption. We had a time limit to find one, as once I start sparring with the successful numbered, I won't be much help. I'm already getting pounded on in the regular training, so I don't want to imagine what those brainwashed simpletons are like with swords. So we had to find a distraction quickly, before the last few experiments gain Shikai.
And, like our prayers were heard, Tomomi was sent to us.
The experiment that Tomomi was under was basically like this; what would happen if you merged the Shinigami and the Zanpakuto together? After all, they are just two halves of a whole.
Yeah, you can all probably see where I'm going with this.
I'm not sure what they were looking for, but apparently Tomomi didn't have what they wanted. Shame that is, for them at least, because he is worth ever so much more than they thought.
It seemed that before their personalities and souls fully merged, Tomomi and his Zanpakuto met, the sword spirit sacrificing their name to ensure that the young man would live. In doing so, the spirit from the sword also gave away his powers to the young soul to ensure he would survive. Meaning Tomomi can use his abilities without calling out release commands and being limited to a simple (though awesome) sword.
And I haven't even gotten to the best part. (Not that I'm happy about the merge thing; frankly, I find it sickening and cruel; Zapakuto's are people too, in a way.)
The abilities Tomomi has are rather…Explosive. He can basically turn anything he touches with his hands into a bomb.
Like I said, our prayers were answered.
"Are they all set up?" I ask Sensei, who smirks and nods.
"Five on the above ground floors, three in the training areas, and one placed on the cells for the… rather bloodthirsty experiments." Sensei answers.
"Should cause a suitable disruption, don't you think?" I say, grinning.
"Indeed."
"Yes, Saguru-sama." are my answers.
"Then lets start disrupting things. If you would do the honors, Tomomi-kun?" I ask, looking over at the beautiful young man, who smiles at me happily as his hands and eyes glow blue-purple.
The first explosions going off our music to my ears.
Because they are the sounds of our freedom.
3rd Person POV.
It would have been considered a rather nice day. After all, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, everything was peaceful-
Then explosions happened near the Academy.
It would have been a nice day otherwise.
Reacting quickly, multiple teams were sent from the Gotei 13 to investigate by the Captain Commander, only to find the Academy wasn't the one hit.
It was a secret lab no one knew about that was.
An illegal secret lab.
At first, it was thought that someone was trying to destroy both evidence and witnesses. But that was soon corrected when it was found that the damage was only superficial, and meant to release certain prisoners. That could only mean one thing.
Someone was trying to gain attention.
And they received it.
Saguru's POV
"Well, that certainly solved that problem. Sensei, Tomomi, stick close together so that we can better defend ourselves, alright?" I said, checking to see if there were any objections.
Seeing none, we avoided all the fights we could, though we were careful, we still had to get a little bloodstained to get through out fellow numbered.
It was as were walking that we came upon a few fighting Shinigami, who looked like they could use some help.
With a instinct that came with my swords that were still sheathed, I hit were it hurt and caused some fatal damage to those attacking the Shinigami.
Training like your life depends on it doesn't really teach you to fight fair or kind.
The Shinigami are now staring at us warily, probably not knowing what to think, as we were numbered after all. (Our condition and clothing kind of give it away. Makes one realize just how badly you need a bath.)
"Good day Shinigami-san; my companions and I would desire to leave this place. If we give our assistance, my we join you?" I ask, giving a polite bow to my betters, as Shinigami beats District trash, civilians, and experiments.
Blinking at us, one of the young man just nod dumbly, "S-sure. Just don't think of stabbing us in the back!" The man exclaims, pointing at me.
"Wouldn't dream of it." I reply as the group straightens themselves out. Then my little group follows them, exiting our nightmares, and joining the waking world.
We might still have a ways to go before we can see our dreams, but it's a start.
(AN)- To the Guest, Mr. Turtle: I'm glad you find this story awesome, I hope you continue to find it so.