-Aizen-
The shift was instant, Josh Groban's reiatsu momentarily condensing as he processed my words, before the previously calm aura was replaced by pure killing intent.
My body automatically responded as the killing intent washed over, time slowing down as my perception of it increased. I raised my hand, the blade pointing towards the man in the distance.
"Shatter! Ky-" My mouth suddenly clamped shut as I felt a searing hot pain run across my palm causing me to flick the blade into the air. My eyes blinking as I noticed Josh Groban's closing figure. The man had a hand stretched out, put into a strange gesture, pointing towards me. The glow of reiatsu signifying the pain as his fault.
That's a forbidden techn-
Aizen's explanation fell on deaf ears. In fact I barely even noticed the fury painted across Josh Groban's face as he reached my position within an instant, nor did I notice Hitsugaya's curse as he dropped his own blade, my attention preoccupied, mind idly wondering if the steel of the blade was just as hot-
For the love of the bloody Soul King focus!
That's a perfectly reasonable question!
You can't overheat something designed to be overloaded-
But the pommel was overheated-
Don't let him take my blade!
The sudden yell echoing through my head almost caused me to wince. I quickly snapped my attention back in front of me, the zanpakuto was currently inches away from my face, Josh Groban stood less then a metre away, his posture narrowed as his hand reached out, closer to both steel and pommel then either my own hands and with the real Aizen screaming bloody murder in my head... Naturally I did the one thing I could think off in that second, immediately shutting him up in the process.
I closed my mouth and snapped my teeth on the, thankfully, flat side of the blades edge. My reiatsu, funnily enough, immediately sticking said teeth to the coldsteel. Josh Grobans expression infinitesimally changed to a look resembling sheer bewilderment, the small lapse in focus giving me the perfect chance to lean forward the slightest, twist my head and promptly smack the still searing pommel onto his face.
Yoruichi's gasp of surprise was the only thing that reminded me she was there.
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-Hitsugaya-
He could only watch, almost stupefied as Aizen smacked the pommel of his blade onto the intruders face. The man's face going from shock to pain to anger within instants.
He ignored the shiver that went down his spine as he momentarily spared a single glance over his own still burning Zanpakuto on the ground.
He'd immediately dropped his blade the moment the intruder had used that ability. The moment he'd felt every nerve in his palm burn.
And Aizen? What had he done in the face of the forbidden technique? The technique known to few and meant to destabilise and weaken a shinigami's ability to use their Zanpakuto. Meant as a last resort in case any shinigami turned.
He'd grabbed it between his teeth and smacked that pommel onto the intruders face! Leaving a new tattoo in the middle of the hollow's? Forehead.
Hitsugaya immediately shook his thoughts away as he picked up his blade by it's steel, immediately sheathing it as he leaped backwards. At the speed the intruder was moving at, he'd begrudgingly realised he wouldn't be able to keep up.
The best thing he could do right now was give Aizen support. The man knew what he was doing.
He watched on and waited for his chance to help. His mind rifling through every kido known-
His eyes widened the moment Aizen quickly took a few steps back, immediately grabbing a protesting Yoruichi under one arm, his gaze still locked onto the now thoroughly pissed intruder, while his other held his Zanpakuto by it's blade...
He hadn't even considered using his sword like that-
He tensed the moment he'd felt the reiatsu in the air suddenly turn heavy, the intruder had leapt backwards and raised the arm holding a gun!? Hitsugaya barely had the time to widen his eyes before he'd instinctively jumped into the air, as far from his position as his legs would take him. His body barely avoiding the sudden brilliant flash of blue that filled his previous spot and everything behind it.
Aizen himself had flash stepped to the intruders other side. A quieter Yoruichi still held under his arm, while his other hand lackadaisically spun his mis-held Zanpakuto.
"Triggered much?" Hitsugaya couldn't believe his ears. The sheer audacity...
He ignored the lingering, ominous, meaning that followed every action the Time Travelling Captain took. Every, plain as day, difference between him and the man they'd known yesterday. Everything that screamed danger and wrong.
He ignored all of it. Because, no matter how he looked at it, no matter which direction, thinking about it would only make things worse. What he did know was... If the future had caused Aizen to change this much, then there was no telling what it had done to everyone else.
Instead, he focused on the enemy before him. The blue beam (cero?) of reiatsu from before had come from the intruders gun, piercing through wall after wall as it rippled across towards them at speeds faster than light!
Hitsugaya quickly unsheathed his blade, pain be damned, the moment he'd seen the Intruder raise the gun a second time. This time instead of immediately firing however, reiatsu started building up at the tip-
"Behind you!" He suddenly roared out the moment he'd seen a shadow suddenly show up behind Aizen's feet.
Aizen however, gave no reaction to his warning.
The intruder on the other hand, did. For whatever reason, he had suddenly stopped gathering reiatsu as his eye widened, his pupil minutely darting in every direction as he searched for something.
Aizen gave him no chance however as he promptly stopped holding Yoruichi, dropping the woman to the ground earning a swear word in return, raised his hand and finger flicked the man on his new tattoo.
"Suck it Isshin! I can do it too!" Aizen remarked gleefully immediately after.
Josh Groban? Suddenly found himself rocketing backwards at the hit, crashing into the nearby squad four barracks.
Aizen wasted no time as he quickly flicked his sword, grabbing it by it's pommel and promptly dashed after the intruder. An unwilling Yoruichi forced to follow his heels, lest she risked passing out.
He himself barely noticed the fact his blade's pommel had long since stopped burning as he followed the rest.
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-Grobecam-
Josh Groban ignored the grunt that escaped him as he felt his body crash through the building. Debris, furniture and flailing shinigami filling his vision as he went through one wall after another before slowing and halting in the middle of what looked like a massive hall.
His body quickly snapped to it's feet, his eye taking in every new hostile around.
Fifteen Shinigami.
"W-Who are you-" Another voice joined the fray, though the speaker's tongue seemed to catch a sudden knot as his reiatsu flooded the building. Josh snapped his gaze behind him, finding another, rather tall, wide-eyed shinigami, though this ones reiatsu was remarkably higher than the average around him.
He quickly spread his arms to the side and released a shockwave of reiatsu, scattering the shinigami to and through the broken walls. Their cries of pain a melody to his ears. Though the feeling wouldn't last long as he promptly ducked his head, missing the swipe from the damned captain who'd appeared behind him.
"Miss me!?" The bastard exclaimed, his look of sheer excitement threatened to send him over the edge. Without skipping a beat however, he promptly disappeared, a burst of reiatsu left in his wake as he reappeared in the sky above the destroyed barracks. He eyed the captain on the ground with a passive expression. The man had deigned to give him a few seconds to plan. His funeral.
"I have yet to find the words to describe what I int-"
"Nice tattoo, where'd you get it?" Aizen quickly interrupted him again.
Josh Groban twitched from his position. He simply raised his gun above his head, pointing it to the sky and began charging. He ignored the second pair of shinigami that appeared after him, having deemed them non-threats earlier. Though Yoruichi, unfortunately kept her distance from him.
When Aizen raised his sword, likely to release it, he was promptly reminded of the cheap trick from earlier. One he could hardly believe he'd fallen for... Using the other captain to convince him he was under an illusion... Josh shook his head and promptly seared the man's, and every shinigami within 200 metres, pommel. The sudden reiatsu drain, admittedly causing him to wince. Turning his head minutely to his growing, unstable, ball of energy he felt satisfaction rush through him as he spoke.
"Once I am done with you, I am redoing this entire shitsho-" He'd started, his gaze turning back down towards the captain.
'Thwack' The sudden sound of a sword piercing him caught him off guard. The searing pain and anger that immediately followed as he realised the blade had managed to dig through his head was almost unbearable.
Josh Groban, ignoring said pain entirely, minutely blinked as he suddenly realised the bastard had thrown his sword through his goddamn eyepiece.
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-Aizen-
Did you just throw my goddamn sword!?"
What? It's not like he was using that eye.
That's not the problem!
Relax... Unlike Kenpachi he ain't getting a powerup- Ow! Ow! I am sorry! I am sorry! I'll get it back! Sheesh!
I ignored the shiver that travelled down my spine as I turned towards Hitsugaya quickly asking to borrow his blade.
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-Grobecam-
The sudden lapse in judgement was followed by an earth-shaking roar as he realised he'd lost concentration and focus on his building ball of energy, causing it to implode, the explosion covering him entirely before sending him rocketing towards the ground.
Still, even caught off-guard as he was, he didn't give the bastard the satisfaction of his body crashing as he forced it into suspended animation a metre off the ground. His facial muscles twitching rapidly as he processed what the hell had just happened.
When he raised his head however, one hand about to grab the offending sword still stuck in his head, he realised he'd taken a nanosecond too long as his eye landed on the wrong captain, Aizen nowhere in sight. The shorter white-haired one was, not only missing his zanpakuto but was currently eyeing him with an uncomfortable expression-
A rough tug, that sent waves of pain arching through his head and stilled him on the spot quickly told him why. His eye snapped upwards to the side, eyeing a hand on the pommel of the blade intimately invading his brains personal space.
"Would you look at that! I've found Yzma's lever!" Were the last words he heard as he felt the cold steel of another blade push against the back of his neck, while the man pulled back his Zanpakuto with his left hand, beheading him in one fell swoop.
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-Josh Groban-
Josh Groban minutely reopened his eye, his mind back in it's body as the reiatsu apparition in Soul Society quickly broke apart following the loss of senses, in it's place was his currently missing pistol. He was somewhat mollified with the fact he'd decided to not send both of them. Though that didn't help much per say.
He eyed the utterly passive expression on Ulquiorra's face for a few moments before his eyebrow twitched. He knew the +Espada had been keeping watch through the mirror.
"How, in the ever loving fuck, did you not see that coming?" Josh Groban finally questioned, his anger barely contained as he focused his reiatsu into the air before him. The reiatsu slowly morphing space and time as it reached out towards his missing gun.
Ulquiorra blinked once.
"I cannot predict Josh Groban's actions."
Josh twitched at the words, it was the only answer Ulquiorra ever gave him if any visions involving him personally didn't work out. A common occurrence, though they had never deviated this much.
"Of course." He sighed as the small portal in space finished forming.
He promptly reached his hand in, intending to retrieve the gun-
-snip-
Ulquiorra turned his head away at the sound, his expression hidden as his body shuddered.
Josh Groban felt himself, once again, uncontrollably twitch and shake as he pulled back his now hand-less arm.
The urge to murder everything within a dimensions radius had, in the last hour alone, grown to an unprecedented level.
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