A/N: A few days ago on the bus, I overheard someone talking about the numbers of pi. When I got home, I googled the billionth number of pi and got this twelve foot long page of all these numbers which then I tried to copy and paste on a word document. It didn't go so well.
Docking at the side of the soot colored bay, squad members of each fleet emptied from the ship in an organized flow of black uniforms and readied weaponry. Strapping a large machine gun almost the size of himself onto his back and slinging ropes of ammunition across his chest he lastly stepped off from the large ramp onto the wet sand, leaving large boot marks in the ground.
Facing rows of stern looking soldiers, he waited for his fellow leading officer Soifon and her bumbling idiot of a lieutenant to ready her punishment force as well.
As her group settled down, both captains began barking various orders at their men about the situation and what to do if an enemy is seen, who then all saluted simultaneously with a chorus of sturdy, 'Yes Sirs!' as they finished.
Dismissing their armed forces, both watched as the many men and women darted all around the terrain, shooting at anything that looked suspicious, or that moved for that matter.
Turing to the second squadrons' leader, she then turned to her bulky lieutenant who was currently at work picking his small nose with his fairly large pinky.
Shaking her head and sighing, the obviously annoyed raven haired woman asked her 2nd seat in a dull tone, "Oi Marechiyo, you coming or what?"
"Or are you gonna keep pickin' that snot filled brain of yours?" The albino added.
The female captains thin black eyebrow rose in amusement. "Brain? What brain Shiro?"
"Hey! I have a brain! It's just hidden by all my thoughts!"
"Yeah, yeah. And Byakuyas' the most lively guy around." Shiro called, walking away from the large sea traveling vessel.
Trudging through debris and over jagged slates of concrete sticking treacherously from the ground, he landed with a watery thud in a puddle of thick brown water that had a few clumps of hair floating sorrowfully.
Wiping gathering beads of sweat from his forehead, he swiveled his head all around the barren, destroyed town, searching for a sign of life may it be a native or enemy.
A sudden strangled cough directed the albinos golden eyes to a far corner where a sufficiently bleeding teenager lay. His body lay bruised and battered with an assortment of small and large cuts littering his bleeding form, but the nastiest thing was the incredibly large hole in the boys' chest right where his heart should be. It oozed and beat with still living insides despite the fact the boy should be dead from the tremendous wound, and right next to where the heart should be, a dark purple orb swirled and beat like an organ itself.
Running towards the youth in a panic, he slowly lowered himself into a squatting position next to the coughing orange-haired teen and pushed the button attached to his belt, activating he communication ear bud he wore that curved down near his mouth into a small mic.
"This is Captain Shirosaki Ogihci of he fifth division. I need back-up stat. I have a survivor."
A horrible blast shook his entire body, rocketing it backwards into a solid surface. He felt warm liquid oozed down his smoldering chest, and his every nerve in his body screamed in panic. His eyes hurt from the saline blood leaking into the sockets so he squeezed them close, trying to push some of the fluid out.
His vision faded out to a black, but he could still hear. One voice he recognized as the one who probably shot him sighed disappointedly and complained about how he missed.
"Gezz Shawlong, I totally missed his heart! Looks like I hit a lung instead."
"Look again. You hit it, but not in the correct place. Hitting there only causes the victim extreme pain and a death thirty minutes later."
"Oh well! Hope you enjoy dying!" The sinister voice called to him in a mocking tone. "You better hope that you don't have any family here, because they are probably going to die today with you."
My family?
No…not them…
Ichigo resisted the urge to stay down his brain cried to him and desperately twitched his finger as a fraught try to move.
Pain, what was that feeling like again? He had forgotten, and as he sat there dying; he tried to remember all the times he had felt that heart ripping feeling. But no matter how many times he tried to relive those times, they were just not strong enough to wipe the numb feeling of cold death.
(A/N: Okay, not to ruin the moment, but that last paragraph was probably taking the 'Wow. I'm dying.' Feeling too far. Just sharing my thoughts)
Suddenly, thick footsteps shoot the gravel and debris spread around the area he laid, and a he felt unknown eyes stare at him as he wheezed with every lungful of air.
Then the presence spoke.
"This is Captain Shirosaki Ogihci of he fifth division. I need back-up stat. I have a survivor."
A/N: I haven't updated in a while, so I'm pretty happy I did so today even if it isn't as good as the first chapter.