Epic Seven: The Next Step
Rangiku eyed her opponent carefully, knowing that looks could always be deceiving and that it was never wise to underestimate your opponent. She caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye as her gaze was fixed on her own assailant. They were both still for a moment, pausing like the calm before the storm.
She felt Momo's release and then heard it, the explosion loud and clear from behind her. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Momo would hopefully be fine on her own for a little while. It would give her time to deal with her own obstacle.
She focused on gathering her energy to her, calming herself but staying alert all the same. Something in her told her that this shadow before her wasn't a pushover. She wondered briefly how these three even got entrance into Seireitei, and she found the scathing hiss of traitor at the back of her mind. She shook her head from those thoughts. There had been enough defects all ready.
No, the way these three acted was like those of an intruder. A confident intruder, true, but still one all the same.
That thought sparked her resolve even more so than it was. Quite frankly it looked bad that others could enter here so easily. Granted they didn't seem like Ryoka with the reiatsu that was rolling off of them, but neither did Ichigo and the others. It also didn't seem like they were trying to help them out at all. Nodding to herself, she was determined to get rid of these intruders. They had some sort of image to keep up, after all.
It was true that things had been a little crazy lately, but it didn't mean she was going to slouch on her duties. If these three were enemies of the Soul Society, then she would get rid of them, just like she would dispatch any hollow.
First things first, there were some things she wanted to know.
"Who are you and what do you want with us!?"
She called out to the shadowed figure but received no response. The only motion the other gave was a slight shrug of the shoulders. Rangiku imagined that a smug look was sitting on their face. She asked again, only to receive the same negative results. She fought to hold in an aggravated sigh. None of this made any sense.
She thought of the pieces to the puzzle she had so far. Three concealed figures made an attack on her and Momo. They either broke into the Seireitei or were staff, and this time she couldn't refute that they could be defects out to cause trouble. For all she knew they could be connected to Aizen.
That thought made her teeth clench. That was just what they needed in the middle of all this. It would be just grand to find out that Aizen sent guinea pigs in just to give them a hard time, proving that he could have access to them at any time he wanted. It made her skin crawl just to think of it. Maybe she would talk to her captain about the theory later. That would be the best course of action. There was no need to send everyone into a panic if it turned out to be nothing.
She was pulled back from her inner thoughts as her opponent made a slight move. Rangiku did not stir from her battle stance while the stranger lifted their arm, although her fingers twitched around her zanpakuto.
The shadowy figure made a beckoning motion with their hand, directed towards her. Rangiku imagined that if she could see their face that they would be smirking. She mentally scoffed. Her attacker would find out that she wasn't a pushover either.
The mocking figure made no further movement to draw a weapon. Rangiku questioned this for a short time before deciding to still be wary. In an unspoken rule, they both flashed towards each other in the next instant, preparing to clash.
Rangiku thought it odd that they were charging without a weapon, but didn't have time enough to think on it further. With an even greater force than the first time the attacker clashed with her own blade, sending sparks and grinding noises through the air. The hiss of metal sounded as the assailant pushed their right arm against Haineko as Rangiku pushed back, a stalemate in the air.
Rangiku heard a crash of what sounded like roof tiles cracking, but didn't have time to see where Momo currently was. In that moment, she saw the small flash in the opposing hand of her attacker. She was momentarily surprised that she couldn't feel it forming, as that was something all soul reapers were taught early on, to notice a shift in any reiatsu, including kido formation. There wasn't time to dwell on it, however, as Rangiku had to quickly unlock the blades from each other and use the momentum from the push she gave to dodge out of the way. Her eyes widened slightly as the burst of fire rushed before her face, inches in front of her.
They two were now several more feet apart than when the started, and this time Rangiku was able to watch the shadowy figure form the flickering flames in their hand. Again, she could sense nothing, even while watching it. It bothered her more now than the first thought she gave it. If this battle continued on much farther, she would have to be extremely careful.
She wasn't as good at kido as some of the others she knew, but she wasn't a lieutenant for this long for nothing. She frowned as the figure stabilized the inferno in their palm. What was this?
The shadow moved again, and Rangiku found herself short on time to think about it. The flames moved to share both palms as the figure drew closer, and Rangiku had to quickly dodge their violent swings, not being able to block both arms at once with only one zanpakuto. She mused that Captain Ukitake or Shunsui would be having better luck.
She jerked to the side as each swing neared her, backing up at the same time. They were back on top of the roofs again, and she knew that pretty soon she was going to run out of places to go. She sliced in with her sword when she saw an opening but wasn't fast enough as the three blades of the opponents limb blocked it.
When Rangiku tried to pull away, she slightly panicked internally. Giving a tug, her blade didn't move an inch as the curved blades locked with it. She could feel the flames getting closer as the other limb swung towards her, hoping to hit her while she was trapped. There was only one thing she could do now.
"Growl, Haineko!"
The air tightened as her spiritual pressure rose sharply. She watched the blade crumble to ash as she leaped away, the release buying her precious moments to regroup. Startled by this unsuspecting effect, her opponent brought their arms up to cross in front of their face, flames extinguishing.
She landed on the next roof, watching the shadow use barriers of reiatsu to block her ash. They weren't in time to get all of it though, and Rangiku allowed herself a small smirk as she saw bits of fabric fall way and disintegrate.
The shadow stopped flailing when the damage was done, snapping their head up to gaze in Rangiku's direction. She imagined a glare underneath the mask, knowing that they had been caught off guard. It was too bad that she had to reveal her power so early, she thought. Now her enemy would be expecting it, so it would be harder to surprise them.
The ash reformed into her blade before her, and in response, her attacker's arms glowed brightly. Rangiku wondered if it was possible to form kido into a blade of some sort. Perhaps, when she made it out of this, she could ask Nanao about it. Surely the woman would know, or at least, she could hope.
The two stared at each other for another moment before engaging once again, a new level opening up to the playing field.
--Secrets Of The Scorned--
Momo wiped sweat from her brow in the few seconds of pause she was allowed. They had been relentless so far, and she knew that not much time had passed at all. Whenever there was an opening to strike at one, the other would come up and guard them, effectively cutting her off. Then she would be put back on the defensive as the other one attacked.
She supposed it wouldn't be so bad if it was just a sword fight. To her disdain though, she found that they were about as adept at kido as she was. It was unsettling. Not only were two blades coming at her constantly, but she also had to watch her back for bursts of reiatsu. She returned most of it that she could, but even in this short time with that many attacks, she knew she was wearing out too quickly to be good.
There was sweat and dirt and drying blood covering her normally clear skin, and she almost cursed that she wasn't as fast as she wanted to be. She wasn't heavily injured, but the multiple cuts and scrapes that decorated her were enough for a slight worry on her part. They weren't much individually, but she faintly recalled reading somewhere about 'the whole being greater than the some of the parts.' At the moment, her and her battle weary body agreed.
She quickly sprung back into action as her pair appeared on either side of her suddenly, preparing to strike. She darted forward off of the roof she was perched on, only to be followed. A turn of her wrist blocked steel on steel, and a quick mutter offered the kido to deflect another bolt. She was stuck in the same routine over and over, and the only one that seemed to be getting weary was her.
She landed only to clash again with one opponent, and then she was off again, twisting away from the other. They skipped over rooftops, Momo having to dodge one then the other. She locked blades once more with the one with the red stone, only to try and whirl away as she caught movement of the other out of the corner of her eye. She bit back a hiss as she didn't move fast enough, metal just barely slicing through her skin.
She saw a glimpse of a piece of her uniform fall away, the scraps shining with a bit of her blood. She didn't have time to inspect the wound though, as the one who drew her blood was upon her again. She noticed, as they clashed, that like their counterpart, this one had a similar stone holding their cloak together. This one was a vivid blue, and for an instant she was reminded of her childhood friend and his icy counterpart.
This intruder was a far cry from Toshiro though, so she focused instead on his actions. This one was definitely more aggressive than the other, she noted. The one with the red stone was more concentrated on kido, staying back for the most part unless they both attacked her at once. This one was not afraid to get up close and personal with their blade, although she was on the receiving end of plenty of bouts of reiatsu too.
She saw the red stone holder coming closer, hands beginning to glow with an all too familiar fire. Still locked tightly with the blue stone holder, she realized she needed to move. With a burst of force, she shoved backwards, temporary causing a space to come between them. In an almost desperate attempt she struck out, hoping that she could swing her blade fast enough. She heard the whistle of the wind as it flew, and her eyes widened a bit when she felt it connect with something.
She caught a flash of movement as the blue attacker backed away quickly, holding what looked to be a slice on the upper arm. Fading back slightly, Momo saw the red one pause briefly, as if in shock that their partner was injured. If she could the their face, she imagined the stunned look they would show. She knew that now was the time to strike.
She quickly spoke the words of her greatest weapon. "Bakudo number one, Sai!"
She knew that she didn't really have to speak it, like others that had a sort of mastery over the demon art, but she knew that it would be stronger if she did. The dilemma had crossed her mind for a split second, knowing that a few more seconds of surprise could be what saved her in this case, but she made her decision otherwise. She had a fairly good idea of their kido level, and she realized that it would take much more strength to affect them than mere hollows that she was used to.
Caught slightly off guard despite her spoken words, she saw the red opponent twitch unnaturally for a moment before they became stiff and started the descent towards the ground, gravity taking effect as their energy and person was bound. A part of her didn't actually think it would work, but she paid it no mind. When opportunity shined there was only one thing to do.
"The one who reins, mask of flesh all creation and flap of wings. The one who carries the title of human. In the name of truth and temperance, dig your claws into the wall of sinless dreams. Hado thirty-three, Sokatsui!"
The fire flew from her fingers towards the target as they made the downward assent. Smoke filled the air, blocking her view of the falling intruder. It didn't matter much though, as she had other problems to deal with in the next second.
She barely brought Tobiume up fast enough to block the incoming swing. If the wound was bothering the blue stone holder, they weren't letting it show. It seemed to Momo that they had found a new energy, for she was being viciously swung at repeatedly, like they were consumed with rage. She was surprised she was able to keep up enough to block, the twang of clashing steel sounding through the air. If something was going on with Rangiku, she wouldn't be able to tell, not with the onslaught of sound.
They floated backwards through the air slowly, the force of each swing throwing Momo farther back each time. She caught a flash of movement and was able to block the one she bound just seconds ago. The only mark that signified she may have affected them was a slight singing of their garb. Other than that, they looked to be unharmed. They definitely weren't suffering from being bound any longer she thought, if their blade was any indicator.
So caught up in the new engagement, she realized too late that the blue stone holder had disappeared from her sight. She felt them before she saw them, and she knew in that instant that she wouldn't be fast enough to block the close range attack coming from the more aggressive one. She gave her best attempt, but Tobiume was locked tightly with the red stone wielder and she couldn't break it free. The hold was causing her to be turned slightly, and she knew that she was wide open for an attack. She closed her eyes for an instant, still holding back the red one, bracing herself for what was to come in the next second.
And there was nothing.
She was aware of something close to her, almost pressed against her, as well as the deadening silence that fell on them. She opened her eyes when she felt the tension decrease from the red wielder and saw that they had backed off and was standing defensively a few feet away. The figure was staring at something behind her. She turned her head slightly to be able to keep the intruder in her sight and look behind her at the same time. She let out a soft gasp as she was met with a shock of white hair.
"Momo, are you alright?"
And there he was, the very person she had been thinking of only minutes before, standing between her and what could've been her end. She had never been more glad to see Toshiro as she was right now. He was locked with the blue one, and she could hear the slight grinding of both blades as they pushed against each other. Unlike their counterpart who seemed to back off at the sight of a captain, this one didn't want to let up.
"What is your business here?"
It was strained as he said it, she noticed. Not that she blamed him anyway, as from what she could see, both of them were putting an extreme amount of force into their weapons. Both of them were slightly shaking.
Now that she thought about it, she never did think to question either of them before. It wasn't like she really had time anyway, but she would have to file away the information for later, just in case she was in this type of situation again. Maybe if they hadn't come at her right away she might've. She knew that she probably should have, as one of her duties to the Soul Society, but staying alive was more important at the time.
Still, a part of her twisted. She didn't want to look like an idiot in front of anyone anymore, especially Toshiro. There were enough things for her to be ashamed of.
Neither of the two answered as Momo went back to staring the red one down. She didn't really expect an answer, just like she didn't really expect her kido attacks to work. Now, at least with Toshiro here, she stood a little better chance than before.
If she wasn't before, she was okay now.
--Secrets Of The Scorned--
Rangiku ducked under a swing meant for her head as the shadow figure lunged at her again, the never ending dance across the makeshift battlefield tiring her out more than it should have.
This had been going on for longer than she could keep track of. It felt like a long time, but she knew that it was probably closer to minutes than the hours it felt. It had been a while since she had gone hollow hunting, but she didn't think she was this out of shape. Skills like that shouldn't dull after only a few weeks. Those facts alone led her to believe that her opponent was something else entirely.
They had parted again for a few moments, and Rangiku took every second of it to catch her breath. She had to admit that her opponent wasn't half bad. In fact, they were excellent at hand to hand combat, something she herself wasn't the best at. Still, she frowned at the thought that someone could just come in and give one of the Gotei's lieutenants this much trouble.
She glanced down slightly at her side, one arm still latched tightly against it. She hadn't felt it at first, but when her hand had brushed her side after one of their clashes earlier, she was surprised to find that part of her uniform soaked with blood. Upon further inspection of her left side, she discovered the torn fabric and the oozing wound.
It was a good thing it wasn't her right side, as she wouldn't be able to apply any pressure to it otherwise, her right hand occupied by her zanpakuto. Still, it was giving her more trouble than she expected it to. At first there were just small beads of red fluid, but now it was flowing more like a river, and supposed that contributed more to her tiredness than the actual exhaustion itself.
Keeping her eye on her attacker, she mechanically moved into action as soon as they disappeared from her sight, appearing right where Rangiku would have been if she hadn't moved. The attacker lunged at her then, catching up with her easily. She was finding it harder to keep up than earlier, and as such, she cried out when her opponent made a vicious jab at her injured side.
She flashed away quickly, her opponent just watching her from a distant rooftop. Rangiku took a chance and looked down at the open wound. Red seeped from between her fingers, and she winced as she pulled her hand back to get a better look. There might be one hell of a scar there soon, as an injury like that could be healed normally instead of with kido. Unless it got much worse, and she really hoped it didn't, she wouldn't go the Fourth at all.
She started at her assailant then, narrowed orbs taking in the figure standing nonchalantly on two roofs over. She bristled at the thought that she hadn't been able to visibly injure the shadowy figure at all. It felt like she had connected with some of her attempts, but the other wasn't showing it.
She felt a familiar reiatsu then, and she turned her head enough to see her own captain back to back with Momo, locked with one of the other pair of intruders. The other was a ways in front of Momo, keeping their distance. She thought she heard him mumble something, but she wasn't sure. All the energy in the air was creating an odd sort of ambiance that made even the silence too loud.
Feeling a slight rustle of the air, she moved when she felt something come into contact with her skin. Skidding backwards, she didn't quite pull Haineko up in time to prevent the curved blades form sliding into her skin slightly once again. At least it wasn't in the same spot, she thought dryly. She had, however, moved back just enough to avoid being gutted.
She scolded herself mentally for not paying attention when she should've been, an error like that almost costing her. She could feel that some of the skin on abdomen was tearing, and she tried to pull Haineko up even farther to catch the lingering blade. This was impossible for her at this angle though, as she continued to slide back with the force of her assailant pressing down on her.
She soon ran out of roof though, and because the shadow was still pressing down on her, gravity took a larger effect than normal. They shot downward, towards the dark hall, still skidding. Before she knew it, her back had made contact with the wall forcefully. She gasped deeply as it knocked the wind out of her, her side throbbing something fierce, the wound freely bleeding with nothing to hold it back.
She was stunned for a moment, trying to regain her lost bearings. Unfortunately though, she knew she was leaving herself too vulnerable for her liking. Her eyesight blurred as she looked ahead. Her attacker had backed off momentarily when they had made contact with the unmoving structure, but now, as they sauntered towards her, Rangiku thought they looked too much like a satisfied cat stalking their doomed prey.
She felt Haineko bristle in her mind along with her as the figure got close enough to be released from the shadows. The moon cast enough light to give whoever it was an almost ethereal glow, and at any other time, Rangiku might have enjoyed the picturesque moment. Her harsher breathing was the only thing heard between them, and the ash cat wielder began counting slowly in her mind, calculating how she could get out of this predicament and how much time she had to do so.
Her eyes narrowed as the precious seconds ticked by, and her brow furrowed as the intruder suddenly stopped in their tracks, muscles visibly tense.
Then she felt it, the spike in reiatsu so strong for that one instant that she almost shook. Any weaker and she might have. Instantly the figure was jumping out of the way as a crackling thunderbolt rained down on where they were previously standing. It shook the ground as it hit, and Rangiku could feel the static rolling off of it as it dissipated, even from where she was.
She watched as the figure reappeared on the roof to her upper left, seeing how they couldn't totally avoid the blot. The front of their garb was charred slightly darker than its already deep shade, and Rangiku thought she could see tiny sparks falling of the metal of their curved blades.
So who was her last-minute savior? She knew for a fact that it wasn't her captain. Of that much she was sure. Prodigy he may be, but an expert in kido he was not. And she could tell that was not part of a zanpakuto strike.
She wasn't left to wonder long, as two signature reiatsu appeared to her upper right and preceded the forms that followed.
Their arrival was almost perfect she thought, Shunsui and Nanao complementing each other wonderfully. Shunsui standing regal and intimidating like no one else could, and Nanao crouched down beside him as they appeared. She noticed that Nanao's book was absent, and her arm and hand were outstretched. Well that answered her lightning question. There was a frown on both of the Eighth's faces, and they were both staring intently at the figure across from them.
"Rangiku, are you alright down there?"
Shunsui's baritone rang out within the stilled silence surrounding them, not looking away from the intruder, and she realized that there was nothing come from her captain and Momo's direction either. Bracing herself against the wall the best she could, she attempted to push herself straighter as she answered. Her right hand dropped her dependable weapon as she pulled her hand in towards her chest.
She wheezed slightly, realizing that it was harder to breathe than she thought. She attempted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth she faltered as she couldn't make any sound. It was then that she noticed that the powerful reiatsu she felt before was still lingering through the air. It took her a few moments longer than normal to realize that it was Shunsui's. He had used it to halt her attacker's actions and had not let up.
She looked up towards them then, not being able to respond. She must've had some look about her though, because she saw Nanao look away from their target briefly to glance down at her, their eyes meeting for an instant. Nanao then looked at her captain, no words spoken between them but a message passed all the same, for Rangiku found that the pressure surrounding her lessened then and she was able to breathe easier.
She coughed a little, trying to regain feeling back in her throat before giving her shaky reply to his earlier question. "Y-yeah…I'm alright."
Rangiku noticed that they weren't really paying much attention to her though, their eyes once again locked on the other figure. That was okay she thought, as she wasn't exactly looking her best at the moment anyway. She straightened up further, only wincing slightly as she ignored the painful wave that went through her body for remaining unmoving for a longer period of time. It wasn't so bad when she was fighting and the adrenaline flowed through her, but she was going to have quite the issue later.
Still, she thought, pain was better than not feeling anything it all.
--Secrets Of The Scorned--
Shunsui had not doubted anything that Nanao had said she sensed the very moment it left her lips. In fact, he knew that she was probably a little more aware of fluctuations in spiritual energy than he was for the most part, being fully endowed by kido standards. He had confirmed it with his own observation, and they hadn't hesitated in arriving as soon as they could. It appeared that they came on the scene just in time too.
They had watched as Toshiro came before them, just in time to save the little Fifth lieutenant too, he mused, just like a hero should. Seeing that he had things under control with her, they had continued to Rangiku. If they had started closer together, they certainly weren't now. In the space between buildings had been demolished and damaged, and he could see many burn marks where he supposed Momo had unleashed her own kido.
They had seen Rangiku be overcome by the remaining figure, and by the look he shared with Nanao, she didn't miss the red fluid flowing from her side either. By the time Rangiku had her assailant had started their violent descent, he had already felt Nanao gathering the familiar energy into her palm. So, like any other battle were the fought back to back, he raised his spiritual energy exponentially for a moment, hoping to stall whoever it was that was attacking their dear friend.
It was a good thing it had worked, for the most part. Although Nanao didn't have a direct hit, he did see the singe marks. If they stopped attacking Rangiku then it was alright. He didn't notice he kept it up though, and he felt a little bad for the way it was suffocating the strawberry-blonde. From what he caught of the quick glance he took, she didn't look too well off.
Furthermore, he didn't like the way this unknown person was eyeing Nanao. Since the two seemed to be locked in some sort of morbid staring contest, he took a moment to study them, seeing how they weren't paying any attention to him anyway.
He couldn't read the look on Nanao's face, and, like usual, this didn't really surprise him. She may have been an open book when she was younger, but this Nanao-chan had learned to step up her game quite well. She was tense though, and that didn't sit quite well with them. She was normally a bit more relaxed than this in any sort of combat. He supposed that maybe it was just because of the situation they were currently in.
Still, he counted his blessings that it was Rangiku and Momo attacking each other. He wasn't really sure what course of action they could have taken if that had been the case. Those types of things were always touchy. Something still wasn't right though, and he didn't like the feeling at all.
The figure moved then, as their arm rose in an almost beckoning motion, just not towards them. There were two soft swirls of wind then, and they were joined on either side by the two that had previously occupied themselves with Momo and Toshiro. In response, he felt the two join them on his right side, catching them out of the corner of his eye.
He saw the smaller captain getting ready to speak, but before he could utter a word, he saw the apparent leader of the group give a mocking solute. In the next instant all three had vanished, and he couldn't sense hide nor hair of them.
He glanced over at his second, and with a questioning look, he asked her without words if she could feel the same. After a few second pause she shook her head, and he let out a large sigh, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, that's that then. You kids alright?"
He turned towards the youngest two of the bunch, and his lip quirked upwards when he saw the slight bristle he got from the younger captain. There wasn't really anything else they could do at this point but cut their losses and make sure the others were okay.
"Fine." The icy captain's tone was flat, revealing nothing of his irritation or whatever else he could be feeling at the moment. He turned towards his childhood friend next. "Momo?"
She nodded before answered. "I'm okay. What about Rangiku?"
The two captains turned towards the woman, and neither were very surprised to see Nanao already down there, helping the injured lieutenant to stand. The remaining three flashed downwards, and all of them just stared at each other for a few long minutes, none of them really knowing what to say. Shunsui, not liking the silence any more than anyone else, chose to speak up.
"Yare, I suppose we'll have to call a meeting about this after we get you two to the Fourth. That is to say, unless they haven't called one already. I'm sure someone else noticed that something was going on out here."
Nanao nodded, but Rangiku shook her head.
"I'm fine, really. We should report this first. That's more important."
A loud and somewhat irritated sigh was heard, and they all turned toward the white haired source. He was frowning, as was the general usual, and he shook his head slightly before responding.
"You and Momo-no buts-" He turned sharply towards the bun-wearing girl as he cut himself off, hearing the protest before she spoke and preventing her from continuing before turned back toward Rangiku. She huffed, blowing air upwards, as she was defeated before she started. "are going to the Fourth. No exceptions. We don't know who they are or what they were doing here, and if they did anything special, we want to catch it before it gets worse." He paused for a minute before holding up his hand. "No Rangiku, I don't care if you think it's trivial. Don't make me order it."
She felt silent after that, all other possible protests dying on her tongue. She could tell that he was a bit aggravated and what looked to be relieved at the same time, although she didn't know what was causing either. She knew that he was probably a bit disappointed that they let whoever that group was get away, but she didn't think that he was angry with them at all.
With a sigh she relaxed a bit more. There wasn't much use thinking about it now.
-To Be Continued…
So, I'm like here and nowhere at the same time. Yeah...I really don't have any good excuse or reason. I'm just...busy I guess. That and I have like minimal creativity right now. It gets done when it gets done. I feel so behind in everything. To those of you that I read or should be reading, I'm really sorry for not keeping up with everything. I hope to catch up soon. Very soon.
I noticed that I switch point of view sometiimes. I hope that doesn't bother anyone. Also, I hope that my English use of terms doesn't bother anyone either. Since English is my first language and the stuff I've seen has been in English, that's what I use. The only honorific I use is -chan, just because it's not right without it. I could use the other ones as I pretty much understand how it works (that and I've read enough fics), but I'm not feeling gusty enough to take a chance to ruin a beautiful language with my terrible American one and a half-lingual self. Maybe one day. But as I've had no complaints about it yet, I'm willing to bet that it most likely isn't a big problem. Right now I just feel like rambling.
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