Disclamation in Summation. Get that?
Thank you all for the support this story has received; I'm still not sure I'm dreaming.
Warning: Violence and Saguru.
Saguru POV
You know, most people like being right.
I honestly don't; reason being that when I'm right, it's mostly always about something bad or terrible. For example, I was always right about when Sosuke and I would run out of food. I was always right about a day being terrible.
And, for the most currant form of me being right, I was right in the fact that this mission deserved it's bad feeling.
Because it's not only fucked to hell, but it goes right pass hell and enters straight to the pits.
Suppose to be an easy mission in a god forsaken forest of the whatever the fucking number district the squad is in, and it just turns sideways like a misshapen rice ball.
First, our squad gets separated by a group of Hollows (what the hell do you even call a grouping of Hollows? I would probably suggest a murder, as it's the most fitting.) that seem rather intent on tearing us limb from limb.
Second, even with releasing of my Shikai, these damn Hollows don't seem to ever stop coming.
Third, I see a particular Hollow that makes me want to stiffen; it has tentacles and a green body, it's mask one I know well.
After all, I needed to research about the Thing that kills my friend and her husband.
The other Hollows give that one his space, not willing to get in the way as their survival instincts tell them better.
What adds the syrup and cherries to this wonderful disaster of a sundae is that I'm the only one with a still working Zanpakuto.
Because our other squad members touched the Hollow with the destroy-the-sword ability. At least no one's been touched by the tentacles…yet.
The only good thing about this situation is that a few of the squad members are good with their Kido, Miyako included. It eases my mind a bit to know that.
"Fuck, Mizukiri katto!" I cry as I slash at a Hallow that tried sneaking up on me. While I can silently awaken my lovely Ryu-chan, (who knew holding off on a Shikai had such results?) if I really want to do some damage, I have to call out her attacks. Mizukiri katto, or the Draining Cut, literally drains any who I cut of their energy, the amount depending on how much I cut them. Even if I cut you earlier, it only leaches a little if I don't call it, but once I do, any that I've sliced and cut get drained, big time.
(Of course, if you heal the cut before I active my ability, you're safe. Good thing my wonderful Ryu-hime naturally hampers any natural healing.)
Seeing the Hollow I slashed at, and a few others start to disappear, I can't even smirk at my victory since one managed to slice my side pretty bad. And while I can activate my bandages at any time now, I have no clue if I should at this time.
I might need to restrain a few Hollows after all.
Speaking of which.
Narrowing my eyes, I manipulate my blood, the bandages forming naturally as I let go of one of my Tanto, the sword knot making sure I don't lose it as I gather my make-ship rope.
It's time to lasso some Hollows. (Corny, yes; but very effective.)
Of course, if I was really trying to naturally trap them like one would do with a rope, I wouldn't be able to even loop it around them if they stood still for me. But as I can completely manipulate my bandages, I'm able to cheat a bit.
(Your pain and suffering has been put to good use, Eleventh Division Officers.)
So using Shunpo and my bandages, I'm able to trap quite a few of the annoying soul-eating beasts, allowing the others to zap them with a Kido spell-
Oh, make that 'others' Miyako and some other guy.
Yeah, retreat time, anyone?
"Shiba!" I yell, fighting my way to the last standing squad members, both looking a little worst for wear.
The destruction of your sword must be worst then I thought; I really don't want to learn more about it.
Seeing that I finally have some of Miyako's attention, I call to her, "We've lost over half the squad; I think it's time for a retreat." I tell her seriously, skewering a hallow that was trying to take a bite out of the poor unseated officer with us. Huh, looks like I was wrong; the guy still has his sword, he just hasn't achieved Shikai.
She nods tiredly at me, before firing a spell at a Hollow that would have clawed her face off.
"Have an idea how? We're completely surrounded." She points out.
"Do either of you know barrier Kido? I know a few, but not enough to protect us from a whole lot of Hollows like this." I say this, keeping a sharp eye out for Metasacia.
Who just happens to reach out quickly with a tentacle for Miyako, grabbing her with it.
Oh hell no.
Using my blade, I sever the damn appendage off, luckily before the Hollow could fully fuse with her.
Though it still caused some damage.
While big and ugly lets out a tantrum, going as far as destroying a few other hallow, I get Miyako and carry her by placing one arm over my shoulder.
Yelling at the only other living and conscious member of the squad to "hurry the fuck up over before you're left", we get the hell out of dodge thanks to the Hollows attacking each other.
I can only hope I can help Miyako now.
(AN)- As a treat, here are some Omakes!
1st Person POV, Aizen Saguru- Drunk
Time: Some godforsaken hour
I absolutely hate hangovers.
When I first got drunk, I had found that I was one of those quiet ones, willing to smash someone's face in if they pissed me off. Which seemed rather difficult when I was practically zoned out the entire time.
Eleventh division officers always piss me off though.
Though I merely tied them up and gagged them instead of punching them. More fun to see them struggle after all.
Giving the idiots a rather relaxed grin, I gave a slightly quiet cackle, then took another drink.
That's where everything went fuzzy.
When I came to the next morning, I quickly become acquainted with a bucket, my stomach rebelling against all the drinks I had the night before.
When I was finally able to get away from my new best friend, I found that any Eleventh division member who saw me, immediately pale before making a run for it.
Yeah, even though I enjoy the pain and suffering of bullies, I want to remember what I did to them.
So, do to that and the hangovers, I have greatly moderated my drink intake.
(I still wonder to this day what I did to those bastards.)
3rd Person POV, Aizen Sosuke-I Care
Time: 3:36 AM
"Damn, what the hell are you still doing up? It's time for Taicho's to be dreaming of their vices and shit." An annoyed voice huffs, the concern heard easily by the other occupant in the bedroom.
Sosuke couldn't help but look at his brother in amusement, his words bringing the feeling.
"I have paperwork that needs completing; it'll only take a few more minutes to finish." Sosuke said to sooth his twin, not bothering to comment on his wakefulness; the shadows under his brother's eyes are telling in that regard.
(Which reminds him; he'll have to look into the process of that dreamless sleeping drug. It's still too addictive at the moment, not to mention with how it damages the stomach.)
"Eh, if you say so... I'll just stay here to ensure you get your healthy sleep... then again, you look refreshing no matter what." Saguru says, eyeing his twin with that look.
The 'Angel' of the twins sighs, "For the last time, I don't use my Zanpakuto to make me look like I do; I honestly look like this.".
"I'm just saying you look way to good to always look like this 24/7. Hell, you look gorgeous even when sleeping." Saguru huffs, raising an eyebrow.
"... I have to admit, I'm flattered by your words, but incest is generally looked down on." Sosuke said with a smirk, his twin's mouth dropping open in shock, a blush on his face.
"EHH? I didn't- How could- You! I..." Saguru trailed off, looking utterly gob smacked, "See if I complement you again!" he finally declares, flopping into his seat, deciding to give his brother the silent treatment.
Chuckling, Aizen Sosuke goes back to his work, Aizen Saguru pouting and grumbling all the while.
"Sorry Saguru," Sosuke thinks, a smile on his face, "but you make it so easy, I can't help but tease you a bit." Filling out a few more forms and documents, the genius twin's eyes soften as he looks over at his brother.
"Though I can only do it because I care about you."
Edit: I don't mind Grammar police or Grammar Nazi's as you are called; what I do mind is that most of you don't know shit about manners and politeness. I have no beta reader, I write most of my stories when inspiration strikes, and I don't have a top notch writing program to write with, much less my own computer. I have to edit all my chapters myself, and after looking over my words three or more times, it starts to blur or I just scrap a whole chapter. So if you can't word your responses in a constructive sort of way, or at least tell me in a polite way, please don't bother. It doesn't take huge effort to go, "Nice chapter, but I think you meant to say 'Great!' instead of 'greet!'. Just thought you might want to know." See, polite, constructive, and you get your damn point across.
(Thank you all for listening to this rant, I'm just a bit frustrated.)