I'll be completely honest with you all, putting this chapter up feels...weird. It's the end of an era for me really. I've spent several years of my life working on this arc, and for it to be done like this, it feels strange. A good strange mind you, but strange nonetheless. It's one of those things you don't think you'll ever actually get to, but when you do it just hits you hard, you know?
This story has really come a long, long way from where it started, and I want to thank each and every single one of you who has read this story from the bottom of my heart. Even more so for those of you who left a review.
Also, we now have more Bleach content coming up, and a Hell arc no less! Honestly, this story originally planned to have a hell arc, as the very final arc, but I decided to drop the idea. Frankly by the time I get it done I'm sure this newest version of it will render mine outdated. Not to mention the arc I plan to end it on just feels more natural. I am greatly looking forward to seeing more of what Tite Kubo is willing to bring to the table. Needless to say, I'm excited!
There's so much more I want to say, but I think it's best I left that all till the end. So please, Ladies and Gentlemen, enjoy the finale, to the arrancar arc!
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The five of them met outside Ichigo's home, none of them the same as they had been a week before. Tatsuki looked half dead, her skin a greyish tone and her head sagging. Orihime had a solemn look to her, and Uryu looked sterner than usual. Chad was as hard to read as ever, but Ichigo had no doubt he felt different.
"So…" he started lamely. "I… I'm glad you guys made it, at least."
"I… I can't- I can't-" Tatsuki started, her voice hollow. "I don't even know how to handle any of this."
"I get it," Ichigo said, nodding. "Like, prepping for the war, being part of the fighting leading up to it… sure, it was scary at times, but it was also kind of… fun. Exciting. Doesn't hit you until after that went down how bad it really is."
Uryu nodded. "I agree. I… I had more experience than you before this, but nothing I've seen compared to this. So many lives…"
"I watched so many people die," Orihime whispered. "I… I healed and healed until I had almost no power left, and they still kept on coming. So many screams. So much blood, so many gone…"
"We fought," Chad said. "It wasn't enough."
"It's not just that," Tatsuki said, shaking her head. "My… my dad died. And… I don't know anyone who didn't lose somebody. Everyone in school has at least one."
"Tatsuki…" Ichigo said, taken aback.
The sheer chaos of the event had rippled worldwide. The Japanese government had intervened directly. National news headlines couldn't talk about anything else. The narrative kept talking about terrorism, and Ichigo didn't know if it was the Gotei or simply humanity coming up with no better explanation.
School had been suspended until further notice. What else was there to do? It had left them with nothing to do but to process their grief.
"I'm so sorry," said Orihime, putting an arm around her friend. Tatsuki leaned into her, breathing heavily.
"I just… I got into this thinking we could make a difference," she said weakly, "but we didn't make a damn bit of difference, did we? And now…"
Ichigo wanted to tell her no, we did make a difference, but found that he could neither say that in good tact, nor honestly object.
"I can't do this anymore," Tatsuki continued. "I… I can't. I've got to look after my family. Screw being the big hero, protecting the city. It's not worth it."
"I… once thought less of my father for saying that," said Uryu, "but I think I understand him now. The shinigami failed us, and we all paid the price. Who would want part of that?"
"I agree," said Chad. "This… I don't know what we'll do, but I cannot be part of it any longer. I'll fight to help if I see somebody in need, but this world is not for me."
"Are you all going to up and quit?" said Ichigo.
"Yeah," said Tatsuki flatly. "You've still got your family, Ichigo. You were lucky enough to get them safe."
"I'm sorry," Ichigo blurted out. "I didn't have the time-"
"It's not your fault," Tatsuki said sharply. "Not everything's up to you. I'm just saying… I've had enough. At least for now."
"Well… hell, I can't blame you," Ichigo muttered awkwardly. "I'm not out, though. Not… not yet."
"We'll stick together, no matter what," said Orihime. "We can't afford not to. I love all of you, and we need each other right now. Me, I… I need to do something with the gifts I have. But, for now, nothing. We earned a rest."
Ichigo nodded. "No argument there. Hell… I don't know what to say."
"It's not unwise," said Uryu. Ichigo found himself surprised. The quincy's demeanour had changed, even more closed off and restrained than usual. "This is a hard and cruel life, and nobody here has sworn any oaths to keep to it. Nobody could blame you for not wanting this."
"And you?" said Ichigo.
"I… don't know," said Uryu, staring into the distance. "I think… like you, I'm not out. Not yet. But, I need to find another path, because the one we took wasn't good enough."
"Come on," said Ichigo. "Let's get inside. We'll talk more there. Like Orihime said, we need each other right now."
Together, they walked inside, Ichigo last. They had been innocent kids only a couple months ago. Now, that was all gone; brutal reality had taken that innocence from them with force. None of them would ever be the same. It felt like the end of an era, and hopefully, the beginning of a new one.
Grimmjow walked through the streets of the Gotei, closely followed by two mostly symbolic bodyguards. Halibel and Neliel were getting ready to leave, having finally negotiated every last detail of their agreement with the Gotei to exhaustion. Hospitable as their stay had been, none of them felt particularly comfortable here. Grimmjow had been uninterested in the negotiation aspect and taken a walk, eager to see a bit more of the place. This was the home of the great enemy, after all, and who knew when he'd ever get this chance again?
After ten minutes or so he had decided it looked pretty boring and looked up a bar. He was the center of attention wherever he went; the mask fragment on his face and the hole at his waist were clear reminders of who he was and what he stood for. He enjoyed the stares. They all hated and feared him, and although he would never do anything stupid, he could make people uncomfortable. So, he'd ordered drinks, putting it on Erza's division- let her sort out that bill- and spent the last couple hours just drinking and staring.
Many had left upon him coming, but many had stayed, watching him closely. The chatter was very quiet, but most of it was about him. Grimmjow wondered if he could talk one of the girls into a lay. Human girls were one thing, but a hollow? Nah… but you wouldn't know until you tried. Right?
In the midst of his bored speculation, a nervous-looking shinigami walked up to him. He had a sword at his waist, but looked like he'd break like a stick of Grimmjow so much as poked him.
"Are- are you Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez?" the shinigami stuttered.
"What's it to you?" said Grimmjow, grinning. Let's see what he'd do. Part of Grimmjow knew he should probably excuse himself, that he was on thin ice and Erza could only bail out so much, but boredom and common malice won out. Let the punk make his move. Fuck around, find out.
"Sir, I- I just wanted to thank you!" said the shinigami, bowing deeply. Grimmjow's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that.
"What?" Grimmjow said, taken aback.
"In the battle. I was with Sixth, and… well, you saved our asses when we were being overwhelmed. Cut through an assault like a knife through butter. There's dozens of us who would've died for sure, and there you were, slicing right through the enemy lines. Turned a rout into a victory. I'm alive thanks to you, so… thank you, sir!"
He bowed again.
Grimmjow sat there, stunned, for some time. Well… he had done that, but…
"Sheesh, don't flatter yourself," he snorted. "I was just letting loose. Weren't about saving nobody. We just happened to be on the same side, is all."
"Even so," said the shinigami, "even if you didn't mean to, you saved us."
"It's true," another soldier said, standing up further in the back. "He fought and bled so we'd live. Seventh salutes you, sir."
Grimmjow felt thoroughly weirded out. The idea of being lauded with praise from a subordinate was right and natural, but he had never expected gratitude from a shinigami. He'd joked and mocked the idea of being a hero, but now… at least some of them thought he was one?
"Uh. Sure. Whatever," he said, unable to even muster a mean-spirited comment. "If that's the way you wanna see it, sure. I was just leavin', but you can pay my bar tab if you really want."
"It's the least I could do," said the soldier earnestly. Grimmjow nodded. Walking out, he hoped the soldiers were rich; he'd racked up quite a few bottles.
Once back at First Division, he found Erza, Jellal, Halibel and Neliel talking. It seemed like they had just finished up.
"Thank you," said Halibel, giving Erza an appreciative look. "I will not forget this. I will not forget you."
"You say that like we're not seeing each other again," said Erza with a smile. "Come visit, why don't you? I still think of you as a friend. You too, Neliel."
Neliel smiled and gave her a hug. "I couldn't have thought this would happen in a million years," she said, smiling back at Erza. "Peace between us. Being… friends again."
"Well, la-di-da," Grimmjow said, rolling his eyes.
"Grimmjow," said Erza, turning to him as he sauntered in. "That counts for you too. With the seal removed you're free, but if you want to, I'll count you as a friend, as well."
"What the fuck is up with people?" Grimmjow said irritably. "First these dumbass shinigami thank me for saving their lives or whatever, and now we're buddies?"
"That means 'yes'," said Neliel cheekily.
"Fuck you," Grimmjow spat, without too much vitriol.
"I'm glad to hear it," said Erza with a chuckle. "Anyway, I guess you'll all want to get going soon."
"I believe so," said Halibel. "I have a world to run, it seems, and this is no home for me. It will be… interesting to see what this will look like."
"It will be different," said Jellal, a serious look on his face. "Thank you, Erza. From the bottom of my heart. I will do everything I can to make Hueco Mundo right- as right as it can be."
"You'll be at it forever," Grimmjow muttered.
"If that's what it takes," Jellal said, nodding.
"I'm proud of you," said Erza, nodding back respectfully. "Until next time, Jellal."
"It's true, though. This is no place for us," said Neliel, opening a small garganta with a wave of her fingers. "I will come and visit, though. Maybe in the world of the living?"
"Maybe," said Erza. "I know a guy who makes good gigai. Useful if you want to blend in."
"Thank you again," said Halibel, stepping through the portal. "Our fracciones already went ahead of us to clear the way. I can't keep them waiting for too long."
"I understand. See you again," said Erza. Just like that, Halibel was gone. Neliel gave Erza another hug, then waved goodbye as she left. Jellal nodded to her, and soon he was gone, too.
"And you, Grimmjow?" said Erza.
Grimmjow remained in place.
"…Nah," he muttered, shaking his head.
"No? Are you going to stay… here?"
"Fuck no," said Grimmjow, shaking his head. "Can't stand the place. But, Hueco Mundo… I mean, I'll go there to hunt and shit, but it's too fucking gloomy. All darkness. No alcohol. No girls. Nah, I think I'll stick around somewhere else. Maybe I'll go to Karakura for a bit. Who knows?"
"Alright," Erza said, smiling at him. "You really have changed, Grimmjow."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered. "You turned me into a fucking softie, that's what."
"You didn't seem too soft when you bathed in the blood of your enemies in battle."
"That was fun," said Grimmjow, grinning at the memory. "But… ah, hell, I dunno. Weird as it is, I… I ain't mad things turned out the way they did. So… I'll see you around."
"See you around, Grimmjow."
To his surprise, she caught him in a bear hug. Grimmjow stiffened, but did not resist.
He had no idea what lay next, but… that wasn't so bad.
Ryuken reclined in his chair. The work had gotten somewhat less intense after the government had stepped in and provided relief, but he still hadn't been home since before the attack. Right now he ate, lived, and slept at the hospital, almost every waking moment spent caring for the massive influx of wounded. The worst had passed, but somehow it didn't feel that way.
He could at least be sure that he had saved lives. Hundreds had taken refuge in and around the hospital, and although roughly half of them had perished, those who remained had all been grateful. The hospital director had been among the casualties, and the senior leadership had quietly allowed Ryuken to assume his duties for the time being.
The press had even taken notice. In such a desperate time, any good news would be valued deeply. The headline of "Hero Doctor Organizes Refuge from Terror Attack" had left a bad taste in his mouth, but he was being hailed as a hero. Never one for glory, Ryuken wanted none of it, but knew it would be expected of him to take some credit. A promotion was most likely in order; quite possibly he'd become director permanently. For Ryuken, who had only done what was necessary and wanted only the quiet life, it left a bitter taste, like the reverse of a silver lining to a darkened cloud.
But, there was nothing for it. He was needed, still.
His morose musings were interrupted by a knock at the door. There was a significant spiritual presence on the other side, and a familiar one, at that. One of Uryu's friends?
"Come in," he said curtly, sitting up straight.
"Hi," said the girl as she stepped inside, giving him an awkward wave.
"You're… Inoue Orihime, aren't you?" said Ryuken, giving her a scrutinizing stare.
"Yeah. I'm friends with-"
"With my son, yes," said Ryuken with a nod. "What is it you want?"
He was being brusque, but his mood left him with little patience for niceties.
"I need your advice."
"Then make it quick."
"I have… powers, too," Orihime started cautiously, as if insure where to go with this.
"Obviously. It radiates off you. Poor control, albeit above the average in power."
"Right. And… well, I can do a bunch of things. Actually, it's easier if I just demonstrate. Can I?"
He nodded.
Orihime grabbed a vase from a shelf in his office, and threw it onto the ground. Ryuken flinched; he hadn't expected that. Carefully, the girl picked up the pieces and put them on his desk.
"Souten Kisshun," she said, and an orange glow encased the broken vase. Within seconds it had mended, good as new.
"That is… interesting," said Ryuken, suddenly intrigued. "A sophisticated weave of spirit particle manipulation. It is-"
He stopped himself. He had forsaken that life.
"I can do that to almost anything," Orihime said. "With people, too. I can even bring people back from the dead, as long as they haven't lost too much spirit energy. I can do incredible things. During the attack, I healed until I had no power left to heal. There are people alive today who would be dead if not for me. This… is a real gift. I could cure diseases of any kind."
"I take it you're not just bragging?"
"After that battle, I know what I need to do. I need to use this to the fullest. But, people don't know about magic, or the afterlife. So… I'm asking you what to do. Because you're a doctor, too, and you know what it's like. I want to help people. Somehow."
Ryuken stared out into space. After so much carnage…
His oath as a physician was to do no harm and to help his patients to the best of his abilities. A power like this… it could undo terminal cancer, or chronic illness; it could do an immense amount of good. Just like he had, using his bow.
Sometimes, as much as it pained him to admit it, that realm of life had its uses.
"Become a doctor," he said bluntly. "Go through medical school, if you can make it. Learn how to heal people the normal way. Never rely only on that power. It's a shortcut, and shortcuts make you sloppy. Get a licence to practice medicine, and when you find something conventional medicine cannot cure, use that. If you want to do good, that is my advice."
"A doctor…" she said thoughtfully. "And, I could use that as a cover…"
"It would not be a cover," said Ryuken sharply. "It'd be who you are. Do not go into it for any other reason than that."
"…Sure," said Orihime, nodding thoughtfully. "But, it does go together well, doesn't it?"
"It does," Ryuken admitted.
"Thank you," said Orihime, shooting him a smile.
"Will that be all?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Thanks again," said Orihime, standing up to leave.
"Actually, one more thing," said Ryuken quickly.
"Yes?"
"How is my son?"
"Uryu is… he told me he understands your decision to stay away now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And… I think he took that battle hard. You should go see him."
"…I should, yes," Ryuken muttered. "Thank you, Inoue. You may go now."
As she left, Ryuken was left deep in thought.
Uryu, you… changed? For the better, or for the worse?
Ishida Uryu was, at that time, making his way to the same abandoned building the quincies had huddled in. They had made no attempt to hide their presence; they sensed him coming as he sensed them being there. Bambietta and Meninas remained, but Haschwalth was gone.
The two met him as he landed on the rooftop. Uryu stared them down, a severe look on his face. Meninas gave him a piteous look, then walked up to him and gave him a quick hug. Uryu stiffened at the touch, but eased into it, holding on a little longer than he had expected.
"You look like you've seen some shit," said Bambi bluntly. "No, scratch that; I know you've seen some shit. The real deal."
Uryu nodded. "I… have."
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," said Meninas, shaking her head, "and I am sorry we couldn't help. I know you must blame us."
"No," said Uryu, shaking his head. "No, I know who I blame now, and it's not you. Haschwalth was right. This failure… all the people dead, they lie at the feet of the Gotei Thirteen. No matter how I think of it, I cannot see it any differently. They failed, and Karakura paid the price. I knew already that they were… morally compromised, but I did see good in them. I dared to hope they'd be worth a chance. But, they're not."
"Uryu, are you sure of what you're saying? It's only been a few days. You're still shaken up," said Meninas, keeping her arms on Uryu's shoulder.
"I am sure," said Uryu. "I never approved of them. This… it only proves what I suspected. The Gotei is corrupt and weak, and now it has hurt the very people they're supposed to protect. I'm here today to tell you I…"
He paused, giving them a serious look. This was a turning point, a major divergence of his life's path. What he said next would decide everything. And, he was sure.
"I wish to become one of the Wanden Knights. I wish to learn your ways, finish my tutelage under you, and commit myself to your principles."
"You are sure of this?" said Meninas seriously, looking him in the eye. "This is not out of a desire for revenge, or a rash decision by an angry, hurt young man? Our king will see through such things."
"Then let him judge me," said Uryu plainly. "I know what I think, and I know it to be sincere. I will be a Wandenritter, or I shall take up arms on my own."
"You got the balls for it, sure," said Bambi seriously, "but once you're in, you're in. We don't take people who don't commit. You just saw tons of people killed. You'll have to do the same if you serve with us, when the time comes. And, when you kill another person- not a wretched piece of shit like a hollow, but a person- then a small piece of you dies. It's a terrible thing to do, and it's only ever justified when it's absolutely necessary. Are you willing to do that? To yourself, and to others?"
"I am willing to serve and uphold my duty. If that means the risk of death, or to kill our enemies, then so be it," said Uryu flatly.
Bambi nodded approvingly. "Had to ask. You know how it is."
"I would expect no less," said Uryu with a nod. "Thank you both."
"You will still need to be accepted," said Meninas. "We will leave for Europe again soon. We will inform His Majesty, and in time you will be given a summons to appear before him as an aspirant. Until then, live life as you did so far: with honour and dignity."
"I swear it," said Uryu, putting a fist over his heart.
As they said their goodbyes and left, Uryu stared out into the distance. The die had been cast, and he knew what would come would mean misery. There was just no other choice. The Gotei… after all it had done, it had to come down. No matter the cost.
Mashiro sat opposite Kuchiki Byakuya and his little sister in the Kuchiki mansion, sitting cross-legged on a comfortable pillow with a tasteful low table in between them. She sipped on a mug of tea, before gently putting it down.
"Now," she said, "I hope you don't mind terribly if I skip past the decorum and discuss what I came here for, captain?"
"By all means," said Byakuya neutrally.
"I've come to understand that while there is no strict legal authority to allow this, you nevertheless have the ability to forbid Rukia from accepting the promotion I offered her. Correct?"
"It is the way of a noble family to obey the clan head, yes," Byakuya said reservedly. "It is one of the many duties a noble must adjust to."
Mashiro nodded. "I don't like the idea of family deciding what you can and can't do at all, but that's the way it is. I called this meeting as a courtesy, to make sure there will be no… friction. I am new as a captain, and I'm not here to make enemies. Even so, I believe she is the best fit for the promotion. I'll ask you outright, Captain Kuchiki: will you bar her from accepting it? I am told you are quite… protective of her."
He nodded. "I am."
"So…?"
"Captain Kuna, I appreciate your tact," said Byakuya, stone-faced. "Would you mind if I discussed this in private with my little sister? Briefly, that is."
Mashiro nodded, and stood up.
"Fair enough. I'll be in the other room. Let me know when you're through."
Rukia watched her captain leave, and turned to look at her brother.
"What say you, Rukia?" he asked, as hard to read as ever.
"I… I did not expect it," said Rukia hesitantly. "I did not ask for it. I just happened to impress her at the right time."
"That is not what I ask. I have never known you to be especially ambitious or self-aggrandizing. I ask what you think of this promotion. Are you able?"
Rukia felt more than a little taken aback. She had not expected the promotion, much less having to justify it to her brother, the clan head.
"I have only had very little time as an officer," she started hesitantly. "I have some idea of what goes into it, but there are others with more experience. I could… do it, I suppose. No, I know I could do it. I would have to learn a lot, and I would stumble doing it, but I could."
"You sound hesitant."
"Forgive me, brother, but you have kept me out of such positions for so long that I never expected to have this discussion. It is… foreign to me."
He gave her an inscrutable stare. "Administrative duties are one thing, but the vice-captain must also be a fierce warrior and an example to the troops. Whom in your division do you believe better fit as a warrior?"
Rukia wracked her brain. Much as she thought through it, she could not think of one. It felt arrogant to say, but she was most likely the strongest officer left, physically speaking.
"I am… not sure. There must be some others who are capable. The division is filled with hardened veterans. I am but one of the corps."
"Arrogance is a distasteful vice, Rukia, but so is false humility. Answer honestly: can you think of one stronger?"
"…No," she said, shaking her head. "It sounds self-aggrandizing to say, but I cannot think of one. I… fought a Espada and won. I know of maybe a handful of soldiers in the division who could have handled that. I barely handled that."
"So, you do have the necessary quality of a warrior. Do you have the ability to be an example to the men and women under your command? To honourably uphold our name?"
Rukia thought carefully before answering. "When I called them to order to meet Captain Kuna, because nobody else would, they listened. I think I command… some degree of respect among them. A lot, actually. With Captain Ukitake… gone, I am the one who won a victory for the division."
"So, you do inspire them, and you do have the strength of a warrior."
"I… it seems so. Yes, brother."
"Would you be a better fit than either third seat? They would be next in line otherwise. Which one of them has seniority?"
"Sentaro," said Rukia, paling at the thought of the man assuming that level of responsibility. He was a goofball, just like Kiyone.
"You disapprove."
"I… do not think he would be well suited to the position, no. He and Kiyone worked well under the explicit direction of Captain Ukitake, but I doubt their ability to lead."
"In essence, you believe yourself capable, you have the necessary strength and respect required, and you have a fresh record of valour in war, and you consider no others better suited."
"…I hate to put it so boldly, but yes," Rukia admitted.
"I kept you out of harm's way because honour demanded it. I made an oath. But… as of late, it has become clear to me that I cannot always protect you. That perhaps I should not always protect you. It creates a state of dependence. You did not have my help during battle, and you prevailed. Perhaps… perhaps the time has come to let you stand on your legs. But, none of this will matter if you lack the will. This was thrust upon you by your captain, and now I stand here as a second obstacle. You have never been ambitious. I ask you, do you have the will? Do you want to command men, to take that terrible responsibility in your hands?"
Rukia paused for a long time, thinking carefully. Then, slowly, she nodded.
"A month ago, I would have said no. I would never have considered it. But… with the division savaged by war, and so many good soldiers dead, I think I am needed. Not because I want it for me, but because I want to honour Captain Ukitake's name and legacy. The soldiers need somebody to look up to, and although I believe Captain Kuna is a good woman, she not only is new but possesses powers most consider an aberration. They need stability, somebody to uphold what was."
He nodded contemplatively. "And, Shiba Kaien? He in whose shadow you have walked for so long?"
"I will honour him, too," said Rukia quietly. "I will be worthy of it. One day."
Byakuya nodded again. "Call in Captain Kuna," he said, addressing a servant by the door.
Mashiro came back presently, sitting down opposite Byakuya.
"We have deliberated," said the clan head.
"And?" said Mashiro expextantly.
"I will allow Rukia to give her answer."
He gave her a look. Rukia felt almost incredulous. He was giving her a choice. She had expected this to be out of her hands one way or the other, either with her brother saying no or Mashiro insisting.
"I… it is my sincere desire to serve Thirteenth as its vice-captain," she said, her voice shaky. "If my brother does not disapprove, I will accept this charge."
"Well, does he?" said Mashiro.
Byakuya paused, then said, "I see no reason to object."
"It's settled, then," said Mashiro with a grin. "We'll get you your badge before the end of the day, Vice-captain Kuchiki."
"I… thanks," said Rukia.
Byakuya hoped he had made the right choice. But… the war had given him much to think about. Who in his clan was worthier than she, himself excepted?
Urahara Kisuke had been summoned from his lab to rendezvous with his temporary assistant once more. Tragic as the event had been, they had left a ton of data to analyze, and Kisuke had been busy gathering samples in the wake of the battle. He'd been buried in his science lab most of the time since. Truth be told, he hadn't expected Nozomi back at all. They could hardly spare a single body right now. He had missed her more than he had expected. There was a spring in his step as he walked out to meet her at the front of the store.
"Ah, my lovely assistant," he said with a grin. "What brings you here?"
"A few things," said Nozomi, rummaging through a satchel she carried at her waist. "Firstly, Captain-commander Yamamoto wanted me to give you this in person."
She handed him a document. Kisuke unfolded it, and read. His eyes did not widen, but he did raise an eyebrow.
"That is… interesting," he said.
"They know you have no love for them, but things are changing. They'd like to work with you, plain and simple. Your own research station here in Karakura, with your own team of researchers, myself included. You'd be studying things in the Gotei's interests and reporting your findings to them, but without being directly in their employ. An independent contractor, if you will. I convinced them to add that last part, because… well, I have a sense you value independence."
"I do," said Urahara thoughtfully. "Working for the Gotei again, huh…"
"You don't have to answer right now, but I'm staying until you've decided."
"It is tempting. There is only so much one of us can do… and frankly, I was getting used to having a capable assistant."
"So…?" said Nozomi hopefully.
"It's a maybe," said Urahara, a pleased smirk on his face. "I could use the money, and I could definitely use a team."
"I'll take 'maybe', then."
"So, what else did you come for?"
Nozomi took a step forward, grabbed his collar with both hands, pulled him down to her eye level, and gave him a deep kiss.
"You saved my life," she said gratefully. "You went above and beyond for me. And… I really want to stay here for a while."
Kisuke blinked. "Well," he said, surprisingly flustered, "I suppose that- that can't hurt."
"I didn't… I wasn't- inappropriate just now, was I?" said Nozomi worriedly, and Kisuke realized how much courage it had to have taken her to make a move so bold.
"No! No," he said hastily. "No, not… inappropriate at all. Sort of unexpected, but… appropriate. We'll, um, we'll talk about this. Work something out."
"Good," she said with a nervous smile.
"I'll warn you, I'm not exactly boyfriend material. I just stay locked up in my lab most days."
"What a coincidence. That's, what I do too."
Kisuke chuckled. "You're set on this, aren't you?"
"If you are."
"Well… we'll see," said Kisuke slyly.
"Sheesh, the two of you should just get a room and screw already."
The rough voice cut through the magic of the moment, and the both of them gave Grimmjow an embarrassed look. The arrancar had strolled up, hands in his pockets, looking like he was up to no good as always.
"G-Grimmjow!" Nozomi yelped.
"Relax. Ain't nothin' wrong with that," Grimmjow snorted. "Half the reason I'm here, actually. You. Kisuke, right?" he said, pointing to the scientist.
"I'm flattered you remembered," said Kisuke sardonically.
"I'm makin' it simple. Hueco Mundo kinda sucks, and I want a place to stay in the world of the living, and a gigai to move about in. To fraternize with the humans, and such. Drinks, girls, that sort of thing."
"You're asking for a place to stay and a gigai. Those aren't easy to make, you know," said Kisuke, curious where this was going.
"I'll stick round here, kick the ass of anyone you need beaten. Gotta be some use for somebody like me."
"I'm good on the ass-kicking department," said Kisuke thoughtfully, "but… I would like to study Aizen's creations more. And how arrancar function in general."
"Ooh, imagine being able to replicate a garganta," said Nozomi excitedly.
"Or finding out just how sonido works."
"Or the structure of a cero."
"Fuckin' hell, you want me to be a guinea pig for you?" Grimmjow grumbled.
"That, and procuring hollows from Hueco Mundo for studies," said Kisuke, nodding energetically. "That's the cost. Not a bad deal, if you ask me."
Grimmjow considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, what the fuck. Just keep it within reason, I guess."
"Mr. Jeagerjaquez, I believe we have ourselves a deal," said Kisuke, giving Nozomi an excited look. She returned it along with an enthusiastic smile. The future looked bright and interesting, all things considered.
Soifon stumbled into her room that evening, weary to her bones. Her eyes were half closed; she was absolutely exhausted. She had been on her feet for almost forty-eight hours, having gotten only a few hours of sleep here and there in the days following the battle. There was simply so much to do, and so few people left who could do it.
"I'm surprised to even see you here," came Yoruichi's amused voice. The dark-skinned woman was lounging on Soifon's bed, casually stretched out. "I almost gave up on you by now."
"Hi, Yoruichi," Soifon muttered tiredly, slumping down onto the bed next to her.
"Not even chiding me for teasing? You must be done," said Yoruichi, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just… a lot," Soifon muttered. "You've done the job. You know how it is. And… these are extraordinary circumstances."
Yoruichi nodded, stroking Soifon's hair gently. "Yeah. You're very brave."
"Mhm. I…" Soifon paused, opening her eyes properly and stared up into the ceiling. "I'm… working a lot because… I mean, there is a lot to do. But, when I'm not, I'm thinking about the people we lost. How we failed. So much death…"
Her voice started breaking up as she spoke, cracking and changing in pitch. She let out a dry sob, her chest heaving. Everyone had their breaking point, and here in the quiet of her room, Soifon had reached hers.
"Soifon!" said Yoruichi, her playful demeanour dropped in an instant. She put an arm around her, and Soifon leaned into her, shaking.
"I'm fi-fine," she sniffed, breathing raggedly.
"No, you're not," said Yoruichi, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close against her chest, "and that's okay, too. Nobody is fine after something like this."
Soifon buried her head in Yoruichi's chest, shaking and crying. Her girlfriend simply held her, rubbing her back, stroking her hair, whispering words of affection in her ear.
Finally, after some time- forever, it felt like- Soifon calmed down, feeling more worn out than ever.
"I'm fine," she muttered. "I mean… no, but better."
Yoruichi nodded. "You need a good eight hours' sleep, and no arguments," she said firmly, and Soifon didn't have the energy to argue. "This job takes all you have and then some. And… honestly, I never had to handle anything like this. You're doing amazing, all things considered."
"Thanks," Soifon muttered weakly. "I… honestly just want to rest. For a long time. But, I can't. I'm needed."
"We should go somewhere when the dust settles. Just rest up. Let the division handle itself."
"You know I can't do that."
"Why not? It won't always be a disaster."
"It's going to take years to set this right," Soifon muttered, "maybe decades."
"I'm probably going to insist at some point."
"Please don't," Soifon muttered.
"Why?"
"Because you're the one person I can't say no to."
"Then I'm definitely insisting."
Soifon shook her head in resignation, a small smile on her face. "Fine. Insist. But, not any time soon, please?"
"In a couple months, maybe. And, until then, I am making it my personal mission to make sure you get the sleep you need. If this thing keeps haunting you… come to me. Talk, like we're doing now. Don't hide it away. What you force down always comes up again."
Soifon was quiet for some time. "So… you're sticking around, then?" she said hesitantly.
"Yeah. Of course I am."
"Oh. I mean, good."
"You thought I wouldn't?"
"I…" Soifon said, hesitating again. Careful. Don't say the wrong thing. Don't ruin the moment. "Deep down, I sort of wondered if you'd go back after a while. This place isn't your home anymore, and I know you don't really like it here. Not like leave forever, but…"
She let it hang in the air.
"I'm going to say this once," said Yoruichi calmly, planting a kiss on Soifon's forehead. "One way or the other, I am always going to be around in your life. I might not stay here all the time, but I'm always going to be around. And, for now? I'm staying here. Your room is cozy, and you need me."
Soifon sniffed, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Thank you."
"What good would I be if I ran out on you? For now, I can… I don't want to work for the Gotei again, but I can advise, I suppose. Take some of the work load off for you. And, I need you just like you need me. Nothing about that war was easy, for any one of us."
"That makes sense. And… you'd really do that? Help out?"
"For now. Not forever, but… well, I can't just twiddle my thumbs in this room all day. If going to work is how I get to spend time with you, then that's what I'll do."
Out of words to show her happiness, Soifon leaned in and kissed her. Yoruichi kissed her back, holding her closely.
The warehouse felt gloomier than usual, so strange and joyless without Lisa and Mashiro around. Shinji had spent most of his time sulking, and although he wouldn't say it, it was plainly obvious that he was worried. They did not know anything beyond that Aizen was dead and the shinigami victorious, albeit at great cost. If Lisa and Mashiro was part of that cost, they did not know. It had been the better part of a week now, and no word.
"Screw this place," Hiyori muttered. "I'm goin' outside."
"Shinigami still patrolling the city," said Shinji sullenly, "so no, you ain't."
"What, are we just gonna hide out here forever?" sneered Hiyori. "You can't tell me what to do, you-"
What was about to erupt into a major argument was cut short as they all sensed it. Two familiar signatures, just outside the door. Instantly all the anger, resentment, and worry washed off them at once, the entire group hurrying to meet Lisa and Mashiro as they stepped inside. Kensei caught them both in a bear hug, and the visored practically mobbed their lost comrades. After a good couple of minutes of cheering, asking if they were alright and so forth, the two finally took a step back.
"So," said Shinji, "what the hell happened?"
"We fought, got our asses kicked, but impressed the Gotei," said Lisa flatly.
"We were doing just fine," said Mashiro. "Not our fault we hit an espada like that."
"Basically, it was a giant disaster," said Lisa, quickly recapping what had happened; the creation of the soul key, Aizen's death, the end of the war and its aftermath.
"Serves the bastard right," Shinji grunted. "Yeah, that is the only part of this I'm happy about. Fuck Aizen Sousuke. But, what about the Gotei? Where do we stand, exactly?"
"Actually…" said Kensei, giving them a strange look, "the two of you are wearing… gigai, aren't you? What's going on?"
Lisa gave Mashiro a look. "No sense hiding it, is there?"
"Shoot, they figured that out pretty quick, huh?" said Mashiro.
The two of them each took a pill and swallowed. With a pop, the gigai separated from their spiritual forms, revealing the both of them in uniform, each wearing a captain's coat.
"Well, what the fuck," said Shinji flatly, in utter disbelief.
"They… took you in?" said Rose, equally in shock.
"Things are changing," said Lisa. "They made an offer, and we took it. I know what you'll think about it, but it is what it is."
"Plus, I look good in this," said Mashiro, smoothing out her coat.
"You seriously went to work for the Gotei?" said Shinji indignantly. "After all this?"
"Yes," said Lisa bluntly. "Yes, we did. Things are changing, Shinji. For the better."
"Or, they're desperate, more like," grunted Kensei.
"I'm not here to justify what we're doing," said Lisa. "We came here to let you know that we love you and you'll always be our friends, but we've got a new path to walk."
"That, and that legal thingamajig," said Mashiro excitably.
"Oh, yes, that. The proclamation," said Lisa, producing a scroll from her coat. She unfolded it and read aloud: "Let it be known that Yamamoto Shigekuni Genryuusai, master of the Gotei Thirteen, blah blah blah and all these titles and so forth, hereby proclaims that all persons unlawfully experimented upon by one Aizen Sousuke upon such and such date- that'd be when he got to us- are hereby considered as natural citizens of the Soul Society and cleared of any wrongdoing, and shall henceforth be considered as friends and companions to our great nation, yada yada yada. You can read it yourself if you want. It's full of formality and legalese, but the core of it is that we're all free. We're not freaks to be hunted down, or enemies, or liabilities. We're victims of an evil man, and we can finally move on. Not live in fear anymore."
"You told 'em about us?" said Shinji, his tone harsh.
"It says all persons. I think they have an inkling, but no, of course we didn't tell them, you moron." Lisa said dismissively.
"Hang on a sec… free?" said Kensei, eyeing through the document. "That's… hell, this is legit. It's got his signature and everything."
"Now you trust 'em?" snorted Shinji.
"Yamamoto may be a bastard, but he's never backed down on his word. Not even once," said Kensei firmly. "You know that as well as I do."
Shinji fell quiet, torn between the need to contradict and the facts.
"What the hell do we do now?" asked Hiyori.
"That is up to you," said Lisa. "We really can't stay. There's a lot of work to do, but we'll see each other again. As for you guys? You can go travelling, or get jobs, or live as humans if you want to. You could even come back, even if I know you might not like the idea."
"You're serious," said Shinji.
"Yeah," said Lisa with a nod. "I… first only came with because of Mashiro, but it feels good to be back home. It feels good to make a difference. It feels good not to have to hide or worry about running anymore. I'm not sure I've become a big idealist all of a sudden, but I like the idea of doing something more meaningful than hiding in a basement."
"Fine then," said Shinji, shrugging. "Alright, whatever. Can't stop you from going your own way. We're all of us free. Proper free now, I guess. If he can be trusted…"
"He can," said Lisa. "Come on, Mashiro. We've got more business to attend to."
She extended her hand, and Mashiro took it with a smile. To Lisa's surprise, the green-haired woman grabbed her by the collar and gave her a quick kiss.
"…You know we're on the clock, right?" Lisa muttered, slightly flustered.
"Guess you'll have to report me," Mashiro said mischievously.
"This is what I'm putting up with," Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "Good luck, the rest of you. I'll see you when I see you."
As the group said their goodbyes, Shinji watched them go.
Free? After all this time? Was that even possible?
It was evening, and Lisanna had expected to be alone. She was therefore surprised when Erza joined her in the gardens of Ninth Division. Sitting down next to her, crossing her legs, Erza stayed quiet.
"Not so much as a hello?" said Lisanna jokingly.
"Oh. Right. Er, hello," Erza began.
"Hello to you, too."
They fell quiet for some time again. Finally, Lisanna spoke up.
"I'm surprised you found the time to come here."
"I made the time," Erza said firmly. "There is a lot of important work to do, but if I wear myself out doing it, I'll break eventually. I've always needed my friends. I figured you do, too. And, well, it's all about not neglecting what you have, so here I am…"
"That's… true," said Lisanna, a little surprised. It seemed sentimental to stop by for just a visit, but it was very much like her. And, she wasn't wrong.
"So," Lisanna said, not sure where to go with this.
"So."
They looked at each other, and Lisanna let out a chuckle.
"Since when are we so bad at this?" Lisanna muttered, shaking her head. "I mean, you've always been a little awkward, but it's not hard. We've always… talked."
"That was before. After what happened…"
"Yeah. I know. So many people…"
"I don't want to dwell on it," said Erza, staring up into the sky. "I'll never forget them, but if you think about it too much, it'll bury you, and I just- I can't let that happen. Not right now."
"I'm surprised. I always thought I was the more detached one."
"I'm not-"
"It's not bad," Lisanna hurried. "It's essential, actually. If you can't keep some distance, this job will ruin you emotionally. It's good. I meant no offense."
Erza nodded slowly. "I know you didn't. This conflict… it changed us all."
"Yeah. You're the hero of the Gotei now."
"I hate it," Erza muttered. "Almost any captain could have killed him then."
"But, it was you."
"Yeah…" Erza gave her a look. "Something's troubling you."
It wasn't a question.
"Since when are you so perceptive?" grunted Lisanna.
"Talk to me. It's worth getting it out."
Lisanna sighed. "I… I was promoted to captain, but I don't feel like I was worth it. I did poorly in this war. I lack the experience and training to be a proper captain. I only got this job because there were three sudden vacancies, and I was the next best thing. That's how I feel."
"Sometimes that's what it comes down to. Life's not all about skill or hard work. Sometimes you're just the right person at the right time."
Lisanna shrugged. "I… dunno. I've been here longer than you, and you outpaced me handily. I don't hold it against you," she added quickly, "but I guess I feel a little… envious. You're so much stronger, and you're doing so much better. I keep wondering what I'm doing wrong. How I could be more like you."
"You shouldn't," said Erza firmly. "You can only be you, and you are the only person you should compare yourself to. Are you better now than you were before? If the answer is yes, then you should be content."
"It makes sense, but it's hard to accept," said Lisanna contemplatively. "The mind and the heart are rarely on the same page, I find."
"If that isn't the truth," Erza muttered.
"Something troubles you," Lisanna said.
Erza sighed. She paused, then said, "This whole… hero thing bothers me. People look at the slayer of Aizen, and they don't see me. They see this image of me as this grand, larger-than-life figure who can do no wrong. They put me on a pedestal, and… one day, I'll fail, and they'll realize I am only human after all. Flawed. I feel like people are latching on to this… story about who I am, and don't see who I really am."
Lisanna nodded. "Fair. But, that's part of any captain's job. We're all meant to be larger than life, sources of inspiration. If you didn't want to be seen as a hero, you should never have been a captain."
Erza sighed. "True enough, I guess."
"And?" said Lisanna.
"And?"
"Don't tell me that's the only thing bothering you. That's just not true."
Erza sighed again. "No, it's true. I… there's a million and one things that stay with me, but I keep thinking about Aizen. How I… killed him."
"I know how you feel about killing," said Lisanna, her tone turning a little harsher, "but if anyone ever earned it, it was him."
"He was dying. It was more like mercy at that point. I… it's not entirely clear to me, the morality of that, but that's not what stays with me the most."
"Then what?"
"Aizen entrusted me with his vision for a better Gotei. And… he told me I would come to see it his way in time. That I would have no choice but to walk down his path."
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it?" said Erza, shaking her head worriedly. "We did agree fundamentally that the Gotei is corrupt and must change. And, if I truly did come to believe it could never be reformed, I would have to turn against it somehow. Leave it, at the very least. I… am going to explore my options in the coming days, but I am afraid. Afraid of Aizen turning out to have been right."
"Erza…"
"I could never do what he did. I could never kill people by the thousands in the name of some dubious greater good. I just can't. That's not me. But… well, let's just say I hope he was wrong. I'm going to fight like hell, but there's so much… old tradition, privilege and arrogance from the leadership. We still have a prison where we can hold people without trial, forever. Kurotsuchi Mayuri was stopped only because I chose to, and he goes unpunished for his actions. We let the Rukongai starve, and only intervene if any part of it becomes a threat. We were better than Aizen, but… we're not good. Not right now. Not yet."
"So, make it good," said Lisanna, unsure what to make of this.
"I'll try. I'll try my damnedest."
Lisanna stared out into space.
"Look at the two of us, huh?" she said, sounding wistful. "Two mages of Fairy Tail, very far from our first homes. I never imagined I'd end up here."
"Neither did I. I… I still remember all of them. I often wonder what happened to them. It was over a hundred years ago, so… they must be dead by now."
"Yeah…"
"I saw a vision of them when I fought Aizen. Our old comrades. I was struck down, at the edge of losing consciousness, and I saw them again. Clear as day. I haven't forgotten them." A tear trailed down her face. "Not a single one. I remember them clear as day, even after all this time. I'll never forget where I came from, even if I'll never see them again."
"…Me, neither," said Lisanna, her voice unsteady.
"I'm sorry," Erza muttered, averting her face.
"Don't be," said Lisanna, putting a hand on her shoulder. "If there's anyone who understands this, it's me. I lost them, too. And… I miss them, as well."
Erza sniffed and nodded. "I… need to go see Momo," she said weakly, "and I have to get back to the division anyway. But… thank you, Lisanna. I needed this."
"Me, too," said Lisanna honestly. As Erza stood up and walked away, Lisanna stared into space, deep in thought. Fairy Tail… sometimes it seemed like a dream to her. It was good somebody had a strong hold of those memories.
Momo was just wrapping things up in the office when Erza came in.
"Ah, captain," Momo said cheerily, putting a stack of papers in order. "I was just wanting to talk to you about the drills with the newest recruits-"
Erza didn't respond, marching right across the room. Gently she put her hands on Momo's cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss. Surprised at first, Momo leaned into it. Erza deepened it, putting an arm around Momo's waist, holding her closely. Momo took a firm hold of Erza's shoulders, hungrily kissing back.
"Well," said Momo, short of breath when they finally broke off, "that was- that was- unexpected."
"It wasn't bad, was it? Um-"
"No, no," Momo said quickly, "it's just that you're usually strict about office hours compared to off hours, and we're technically on the clock."
Erza took a step back, looking awkward.
"I've had… a lot to think about recently," she said slowly, as if deliberating on every word, "and the core of it is, I need you. More than anything. We've been through a lot. Together. And, um… I just sort of missed you. We haven't spent a lot of time together lately, and, um… I'm just rambling, aren't I?"
Erza trailed off awkwardly.
"I like the way you ramble," said Momo quietly, planting a soft kiss on her lips, "and I like that you've been thinking about me. We have been busy. For good reason. We all had a lot of healing to do, and then there's the division, and the whole… thing about what war does to your head. Those are pretty good reasons to be distracted. But, since you're not distracted anymore…"
One of her hands trailed a little lower. Erza blushed.
"You know," Momo continued, "I think we just hit the mark. It's not office hours anymore."
"Y-you don't say," said Erza. She blushed a little more, then smiled. "If that's the case… then, um… why don't we, uh, go to our room?"
"That sounds like a terrific idea, my captain," said Momo, smiling back.
Barely able to keep their hands off each other, they headed back. Their room was just adjacent to the office, and within seconds they were writhing on the bed together, kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies. They had never gone this far before, but it felt right. Touching Momo, feeling her, it made Erza feel alive. Needed. Wanted. Real.
Having eased out of their clothes, they slid under the covers. Momo shot her a shy look.
"Are you… are you ready?" she started. "Because, if you're not-"
"Let's not, um, talk too much. If we do, we'll just end up ruining it, I think."
Momo opened her mouth, then nodded.
In the end, they did have to do a fair bit of talking, although for different reasons: about what worked, what didn't, and so on. It wasn't magical. It was awkward, strange, and new, with neither of them really knowing what to do. The upside, though, was that they had a lifetime to get good at it.
The sky did not weep this time, but it might as well have. Erza was never in a bright mood when she visited the graves of her old friends. It seemed right that she take the time to come here, remember what had been.
The graveyard had expanded since she was last there, many fresh ones added. How large would it grow, in the course of time? How many were left to bury? How many would yet be buried from future conflicts?
Erza sighed, gently placing a bundle of flowers on each grave. They would not be forgotten. They could do at least that much.
On her way back, she felt a familiar energy. Even subdued, she sensed the energy of Yamamoto Shigekuni Genryuusai from a hundred yards away. Erza was surprised. Her first thought went to Ukitake, but he was buried at his family grounds. As she slowly walked toward the exit, the two of them headed in the same direction, she felt uncertain. Should she approach? Should she keep her distance? People processed grief differently, and she felt quite sure Yamamoto was a very private person.
Before she could make a decision, Yamamoto made it for her. He raised a hand, beckoning her over. It was the gentlest command she had ever seen him give, and she wondered if it was even meant as an order at all. Keeping a slow and dignified pace, she headed toward him. Together, they walked through the graveyard.
"Captain-commander," said Erza stiffly, giving a light bow.
"Captain Scarlet."
There was silence for a moment. Erza wondered what was going on.
"I came to pay my respects to the fallen of First Division," said Yamamoto. "Those who gave all for their captain deserve to be remembered."
"On that we agree," said Erza, nodding approvingly. "There is already talk of a day of remembrance in my division. Among others, too."
"A new tradition seems in order, yes," Yamamoto said sombrely, "although I would be surprised to see you approve of such a thing. I have ever known you to oppose tradition, not embrace it."
"That is incorrect, sir. When I was alive, the guild… my family, my large and extended family, they had their own traditions. Like the day the guild was founded. There is nothing wrong with tradition in and of itself."
"Curious. Do go on."
"We-ell," said Erza slowly, trying to put words to thoughts she had never fully formed, "I think… traditions have only the value they give to us. They are a good opportunity to spend time with each other and remember what it means to be alive, and why it is important. It isn't tradition per se I have taken issue with. It's this absolute reverence of tradition. Tradition not for the sake of people, but for the sake of itself."
Yamamoto seemed lost in contemplation for a moment. "You view it differently than I do, Erza Scarlet. All the same, it gladdens me to see a shared value of sorts."
She nodded, unsure what to say. "Honestly, I… all of those thoughts have been… not forgotten, but set aside. I am not only preoccupied with rebuilding my division, but my failure in Karakura has taken a great mental toll on me."
"Your failure?" said Yamamoto. He sounded neutral, but his step slowed.
"Yes," said Erza firmly. "In exile, it was my home. Many people I love lived there. I had ties to it that you did not. We all… shared failure, but I cannot escape a sense of responsibility. My responsibility. I was once Aizen's lackey, and now he has devastated what I once called home. I was unable to stop him. I should have…"
"Tell me, what should you have done that you did not?"
"I… won faster against Halibel, maybe. Moved toward Aizen, distracted him. He was always fascinated by me. If I could have kept him talking…"
"You can spin far-fetched yarns all day, captain. At the end of the day, you gave all you had. It is natural that you should feel responsible, but ultimately… I was the commander. I ordered the catastrophic attack on Las Noches and delayed the defense of Karakura. The ten thousand dead- and the further casualties, and the dead soldiers- rest on my shoulders alone. That burden is mine to carry, and no one else's."
Erza gave him a look. Powerful as he was, he suddenly just looked like an old, tired man. "We all shared blame," she insisted.
He shook his head. "No. The commander does. If your division had suffered badly, it would reflect poorly on you. When the Gotei as a whole suffers badly, it reflects poorly on me."
"Captain-commander-"
"I am not here to argue. It is simply the way it is," he said dismissively.
Slowly, Erza nodded. He clearly was not going to be swayed. She understood it a little better now, the great weight on his shoulders, the stakes… every choice he had made was for the betterment of the Gotei, even the mistakes. He was not malicious. Hard and cold sometimes, but well intentioned.
Then again, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
"Captain Scarlet," he continued, "your opposition to me is known. You wish to see the status quo fundamentally changed. At this time, we need unity of all kinds, both military and political."
"Are you asking me to stay quiet for the good of the Gotei?" said Erza, a warning in the tone of her voice.
"No. I would never expect that to work. And… any normal disciplinarian action, I would be reluctant to use. We may have filled our gaps, but half of our captains are inexperienced and demoralized. We need unity and recovery. So, instead I propose that you work with me when you seek to change the Gotei."
"Work… with you, sir?"
"Whenever you seek to make a change, come to me first. If I approve, or at least find it less than offensive, perhaps I will make a public declaration of approval. In exchange, you will promote no radical beliefs. That is what I offer you."
Erza, taken aback, paused to think. Work with Yamamoto? The very image of the status quo? Changes having to be approved by a man whose career was built on resisting them?
Then again, he was… powerful. Deeply so. When he spoke, people listened. An endorsement from him… that would make a difference.
"I will think on this," she said at last. "I am brand new to the idea of politics. But… suffice it to say I very much wish to avoid the path Aizen took. He wanted to change it radically and quickly, for the better, but he had no vision beyond tyranny. Perhaps… finding ways to improve what already exists will do."
"Think on it then, captain. And, with regards to politics… it is a viper's nest. You may have no trouble with a blade, but to change minds and pass laws is a deeply different arena, not at all suited to the forthright and blunt approach of a warrior."
"I assumed as much. I know I have much to learn," Erza admitted.
"Then I hope to hear again from you soon."
Erza nodded. "Soon."
And so ends the arrancar arc. I said it earlier, but I'll say it again, man does it weird to feel to actually be here. But enough of that, let's focus more on more important things.
From this moment on, the story will start shaping up even more differently than Bleach's cannon. Now, this should be evident with how different the quincy's are in this version of the story, but I'm also referring to directions certain characters will take due to the end of this war. As you can see, the likes of Chad and Tatsuki are practically retiring from this line of work. It's not because I don't like them as characters, but the fic is starting to seriously suffer from character bloat, and the two honestly don't have more to offer. They'll show up from time to time, but don't expect to see them in any major battles.
Orihime, Ichigo, and Uryu will continue to remain relevant, however, and their growth as characters will be quite different than cannon. This is all due to the horror of war they've all experienced, and each will deal with it in their own unique ways.
Now onto the subject of...politics. Yes, from this point on, Erza will be taking a more active role in trying to bring about change now that Aizen has been dealt with, and thus, politics will be involved. Now have no fear, I still plan on there to be plenty of action in this story, but considering how much changing the soul society has been a part of Erza's character, to simply gloss over this process feel's...wrong.
So delve into the subject we will, reform and such. Don't think of it simply as boring talk that's about change however, plenty of character development, and even some action will come from these. Just don't be surprised if there's much less action in the following arc than the arrancar one.
There is one last thing I need to mention, however. GreatkingRat wants to take a short hiatus to focus on his education and take some time to himself. This means the fic won't be updating for about 3-4 months with the small possibility of there being some fun, non-cannon omake's of Erza's time in the Shinigami Women's Association. Please understand this is being done to avoid burnout and to accommodate a great writer.
Don't you worry though, this story will return, and with plans to add more Fairy Tail elements to boot. The how's and why's I'd rather not say, but it'll be something to enjoy, I promise you.
So be safe, and stay well, till next time!