Chapter 2: The Meeting
As I wake up from my deep slumber, I expect to be welcomed by the dark, inviting light that would be filled in my cell. But instead, I am surprised to wake up on a soft, plush bed. The sheets and room itself were a nice, welcoming white. Everything so clean and fresh. And that is what scared me the most.
Ripping off the sheets violently, I roll out of bed clumsily and fall onto the wooden floor.
"Ow," I mutter out in annoyance, as I rub my lower back in response. And that is when I notice it. Apart from my rear becoming a little sore from the fall, nothing on my body ached. Nothing was bleeding either. Looking down at my body, the rags I was once dressed in were now replaced with a simple, white kimono. Gently and delicately, as if afraid it might shatter, I caress the exposed flesh on forearm. My body was so clean and free from the filthy grime that had started to build up. W-What happened while I was out?
And as if on cue, a voice, other than mine, was there to answer the question.
"That woman with the healing ability came in and cleaned ya' up," says a rather bored, male voice.
Hesitantly, I perch up onto my knees, just enough to peak over the bed like a scolded child would from being yelled at by their parents.
Surely enough, across the room sat a man on a bed, just like mine. His hands were crossed behind his unruly, blue hair, revealing his toned, large muscles. But what really perked my interest was the bone like structure that sat fixated on his right cheek.
"W-Who are you?" I ask, my voice meek and ragged. It had been almost years since I had spoken without my throat burning irritably in the process. With the sensation now gone, it was odd speaking without a ball of fire running up my esophagus.
"I should be asking you that. Why the hell did they put a scrawny little bitch like you with me?" he asks out irritably, as he sits upright in a haste motion.
"W-Well the same thing goes for you! Why would they put a sorry excuse of a man like you in-
All I saw was a blur of ocean blue, and the next thing I know my body is being lifted up from the air.
"Just what the hell are you? You can't be a Shinigami because yer' locked up in here with me. You ain't one of those damned Quincies, cuz' you'd be dead by now. And you're not an enemy cuz' the red headed woman was ordered to fix ya' up. So just what the hell are you that they decided it'd be wise to lock you up with someone like me?" he growls, his voice dripping with frustration and venom. H-How could one man be filled with so much hatred and angst?
"Answer me!" he yells out, his grip around my frail neck beginning to tighten. He was cutting off my air supply, threatening to kill me if I didn't answer. Well, if he wanted to play it that way, I had no problem with that now that the manacles had disappeared from my wrists.
"I-I'm a…I'm a…"
Hearing me about to finally answer, he releases the immense pressure that he had around my neck, but still continues to have me suspended in the air. Perfect.
"I'm both you idiot!"
I watch as the volume of my voice slightly startles him, and that is all I need as a distraction. Raising my left leg, I swing it back as far as I can, and bring it back with as much force as I possibly can.
The death grip around my neck is gone, and I delicately drop down to the floor on my two feet.
Unfortunately, the blue haired beast's fate is much more different. With the impact of my kick, his body has been flung into the nearby wall. And with that force, it was enough to break through.
Well, serves him right for-
"Stop right there. I, Lieutenant of Squad 6, Renji Abarai, order you to stay where you-
"W-Wait. You have it all wrong. I don't mean any-"
As I unconsciously move one step forward, it causes mayhem to ensue.
"Howl, Zabimaru!"
Amazingly, the red haired man goes to great lengths and decides to release his zanpakutou. A fury of ragged blades are outstretched, and their target is me. Just as the blades are about to make contact with my chest, I jump up and catch my balance on the tip of his blade. Running down, towards his hilt, I see the look of panic, along the faces of not only his, but the other Shinigami that are frozen behind him in fear. As he is about to swing his sword and shake me off, it is too late. I'm already too close. Jumping on his shoulder, I jump off and down the hall, where I am met with a few other relentless Shinigami trying to stop me.
It was understandable for them to be on high alert, but in no way was I trying to harm anyone! Except that mysterious, blue haired man. I wonder why he was so hostile towards me?
Maybe-
Suddenly, my body is rammed into from the side by an inhuman force. As I'm flown into the wall, I wait for the dust and rubble to clear so I can see who my attacker is. As it does, I am met with a pair of deep, sea blue eyes. It was the same blue headed man from before. But this time, he has a sword pressed right up against my throat.
"Not gonna lie. That was some pretty nice moves ya' did back there. Too bad they weren't enough to keep ya' from dying. Eh, little Princess?" he whispers out, as his hot breath tickles my cold, rigid skin.
Annoyed at his choices of words as to how he regards me, I'm about to kick him off, when someone, other than him, socks me on the back of my skull. Unfortunately, I once again disappear into the nightmares that await for me.