Somewhere, in downtown Tokyo:
The alley was dimly lit, deserted in the throes of night save for the flicker of a pale, transparent man. He went speeding around a corner without so much as a pause to consider where he was going: after all, it was a neighborhood with which he was familiar. It was the neighborhood in which he died. He knew it like the back of his hand which most times, being see-through, tended to be the neighborhood as well, but this night, he was losing his cool. The man pursuing him was quick on his feet and no where ready to give up chase. Moving as fast as his hovering, legless body could carry him, he continued to be a hard quarry.
"Damnit, damnit!" hissed Exodan, "Why do they always have to run? We're here to send 'em to the freakin' afterlife, not to hell!" he continued to grumble. "That's it!" he shouted to the darkness. Stopping in his tracks, Exodan drew his zanpakutou with a rushed flourish and brandished it in the air before him a few times before bellowing "Yakedo, Ranmyakumaru!"
The blade of the perfectly crafted sword began to glow red hot and was instantly enveloped in flames that were so dark they didn't actually seem to emit any light, but there was no doubt that despite their looks, they burned far hotter than any earthly fire.
Exodan raised his now blazing zanpakutou into the air above his head and brought it down in a sweeping arc, the other-worldly inferno soaring down the dim ally in its wake. Almost with a mind of its own, the fire rushed along the pre-constructed path made by the brick-layers along the wall and in front of the pale white humanoid figure that was speeding up at the sight of the end of the closed space approaching, but he was far too late. The flames danced out and barred the entire exit to the busy city street that lay ahead. Stopped 'dead' in his tracks, the plus spirit of Takenawa Saduro turned slowly around to face his would-be attacker only to meet the butt of Ranmyakumaru's hilt pressed against his forehead.
"Damn you caused me a lot of trouble!" Exodan mumbled. "Now," he continued, "after living such a reckless life, and eventually dying by the hands of…how did you die again?" Exodan puzzled for a moment until he realized that the plus was starting his ascension, a soft glow emanated from the ground below Takenawa and his struggling started to slow a bit as the warm, soothing rays of Soul Society washed over him, "Ah! Completely beside the point," Exodan stammered, "in any case, you're going to Soul Society, dude, courtesy of Kurokasai Exodan. Have a good afterlife!" Exodan shot the man one last big grin that was, quite obviously, fake and very strained before he was taken completely into the portal. Exodan let out all of his breath in an exasperated sigh, and swept Ranmyakumaru back into his sheath. "Ran, I don't think you know how much I really fucking hate the runners." A faint, warm pulse from the sword was his answer as he gathered his poise and murmured the incantation that would return him to Soul Society.