"Who the hell - ?!" Jas shouted, gripping his dagger and looking around. He felt no spirit force whatsoever, nor did he see anyone. His men all stood in combat positions, weapons drawn. "Show yourself!" With that, a single Death God Captain stood on top of the 'H' of the famous Hollywood sign, a large sword strapped to his back underneath his brown jacket.
"Hey, Jas." He smirked. They all turned to look at him. He was calm and confident with his arms crossed.
"Hey, George." Jas returned. "Are you here to stop me?" He asked.
"No, I know he's not the one we're looking for. I was actually here to investigate some spirit force I felt. Did you feel it?" He replied. The men all relaxed and looked around.
"Yeah, do you have any ideas?" Jas replied, releasing his dagger. George hopped down and pointed north.
"I felt it move that way before you guys showed up in a hurry." He answered simply. With that, they all began moving as quickly as they could, hunting their target. Finally they came to a clearing where there was no city in sight, and no people. The spirit force felt stronger than ever, but still not Captain level. Urahara tapped his cane gently on the ground and touched the brim of his hat, sensing the power nearby. The Death Gods fanned out in search and masked their spirit levels. He turned around and saw out of the corner of his eye a blur. He quickly turned and brought up his cane. His enemy's sword was stopped suddenly, but a pair of flying feet swung from around and hit him directly in the back. Urahara flew forward, flipped, and landed upright. Bringing his cane up, he slid the blade from the sheath and prepared for combat. Quickly glancing, he noticed that none of the other Death Gods seemed to notice him. In fact, they were totally ignoring the event that had just occurred.
"Surprised?" The unknown figure asked with an almost cruel smile. "My Soul Slayer makes anyone it strikes unseen, unheard, and unfelt until I release it." He explained, his eyes hidden by a white mask. His white robes were disheveled and unkempt. His sword appeared to be a traditional katana, but with a serrated edge. Urahara smiled confidently and leaned in close to his blade, pressing his palm on the edge.
"Wake up, Benihime." He whispered, and with that, the blade grew into a larger sword. Flexing his spirit power up to match his opponent, he lunged quickly. His opponent brought his blade up to deflect the blade, only to have it pierce through his clothing and into his shoulder. He grunted in pain and moved to kick Urahara off of him, but was too slow. Urahara brought his leg around and swiped his out of the way, bringing his other leg around and connected it to his face, cracking his mask.
"You bastard!" He screamed in agony, clutching his face, blood dripping down. Urahara leapt backwards and stood at a ready position.
"For someone so adept at sneaking around, you sure aren't that impressive as a fighter. Have you thought about being a butler?" Urahara replied calmly, unimpressed. His opponent gritted his teeth, and moving as fast as he could, lunged at Urahara.
"Sing." He said simply, and pointed his sword at the oncoming enemy. His Soul Slayer suddenly launched a bright red piercing light that struck the enemy directly on the head. Dropping his sword, his body disintegrated into shreds of spirit power before dissolving into nothingness. As the sword hit the ground, the rest of the Death Gods suddenly turned and flared their spirit energy, ready to fight. Instead, they saw Urahara sheathing his sword and fixing his hat.
"What the hell just happened?" George shouted as he leapt towards Urahara.
"I was ambushed." He explained simply. Jas walked up to meet them.
"Why would they ambush you? If Heaven is under the impression you're the enemy, why would they want to blow their own cover?" Jas mused. George gritted his teeth slightly and shook his head.
"Sir!" A voice shouted from the crowd of Death Gods. The three Captains turned and looked over. The lesser Death God ran up, his phone extended in his hand. Jas took it from him and looked. It was a communication from the General ordering all squads to move in on their location to neutralize the defectors. He grimaced and looked at the sky. The sun was finally beginning to go down.
"It's been a long day, boys." He announced to his men. They all nodded.
"What are you planning?" George asked calmly. Jas pulled his dagger and thrust it into the air. A doorway opened where his dagger pierced and he began his walk through.
"I'm stopping this. Keep an eye on them." He answered simply. He entered the dark doorway and closed it behind him, ignoring the cries of protest from his men. When the door opened again, he found himself standing in the courtyard of Heaven in front of the main office where the General commanded. Heaven was significantly darker than California. He sighed softly and began his slow walk across the courtyard towards the marble stairway up to the office. As he walked, he heard the alarms sound as hundreds of lesser Death Gods ran at him.
"You! Hold it!" A voice called from behind him. He glanced over his right shoulder and saw a group of ten men, swords drawn, facing him. These were obviously the courtyard sentries. He flexed his spirit power to an enormous level, dropping them to their knees before they fell flat on their faces.
"No." He answered as he kept walking, dropping his spirit power back to nothing. A few steps later and he heard another voice call to him.
"You wait just a damned minute!" This one said. Sighing, he turned around. Instead of seeing the same 10 men, he saw at least 100 ready to face him.
"I don't have time to fight you all, and I have no desire to hurt any of you. Get out of my way so I can speak to the General." He declared. A man stepped forward, wearing a white t-shirt.
"I can't allow that, sir." He said. This one was a 1st Tier Captain. He wasn't nearly as powerful as himself, or even Urahara, but he was still a force to be reckoned with.
"We'll take care of these." George said as he stepped forward and took his place next to Jas. He looked over in shock, then turned around and saw the rest of his men standing with Urahara in combat position, their spirit levels beginning to flare wildly.
"I thought I told you to keep an eye on them?!" He scowled. George grinned confidently.
"I am. You didn't say we had to wait there. Now go, we'll keep them off you." He answered. Jas nodded and turned and, walking through his own men, continued to the central office. "Now, Captain, I'm giving you one last chance to stand down before you are all incapacitated." George growled at the lesser Captain.
"I'm sorry, sir. Orders are orders." He replied, achieving True Form. His long coat brushed the floor as his hand played at the holster to his pistol. George flexed his muscles, holding his sword tightly, and leapt into the fray. The lesser Death Gods on both sides quickly joined in, and battle began in Heaven.