Nightmare Requiem

Divino Arc, First Chapter: Resurrección

Chapter Length: 2,644
Total Story Length: 3,738

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, which belongs to Tite Kubo. This story is mine, however. Enjoy it!

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It wasn't everyday that he woke up like this…

Raging headache, sore limbs, complete exhaustion, torn attire, blood soaked, and completely exhausted…

He rarely woke up this way…

But not everyday…

"Ugh…" He turned his head to his right and saw a sword on the floor, "Ah…Espinazo… there you are…" He reached as far as he could to grab it.

He grasped the hilt of the katana blade and pulled it to him. He rolled over and used the sword to help him stand up. "So… where's your sheathe…?" he seemed to ask it. He looked up and turned around slowly to see the wooden piece that enveloped the sword to make it harmless, the sheathe. He walked over to it, using the sword like a walking stick.

He bends over to pick up the sheathe and brings it up rather quickly as it heads on a collision course for his face.

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"Ough!" he stumbled back, "Thank god for this mask…" He said as he dropped the sheathe. He brought his hand to his face and traced the mask that was on his face. It was a mask that had a spiked chin and covered the right half his face. It had a pointed ear and the strangest blue painted jagged lines on the forehead. Had this been a full mask, the forehead may have looked like a blue jagged sunrise silhouette. It had ribs on the cheek and seemed to come up to his nose to have a pointed nostril. The mask, however, is broken, so it is unknown. The mask seemed to have emphasis on the teeth, as they were sharp and often overlapped what could be called the lips of the mask.

"Ahh well… better get going…" he said wearily as he bent down to grab the sheathe again.

"You two sure are taking your time…"

He turned his head to the person who said this to him and narrowed his eyes, "Ahh… D-Roy…"

The man who, in his own opinion, had insulted him had a mask unlike his own. His mask was rather large and bulky, resembling that of a hammerhead shark. It annoyed him that D-Roy's mask was more of a helmet than an actual mask, but he was grateful he didn't have the 'dumbass looking square teeth' of his. He wore a white hoodless cloak, much like his own, and held his sheathed sword in his left hand at all times. This person walked to him, "You two can't even get up after something so small? Did you two have to release your Zanpakutou on trash like this?"

"Gomen, D-Roy-san" he heard someone else distant say, but practically ignored it.

"Hey…" D-Roy looked over to him as he stood up straight and sheathed his sword and put it on his hip, "You weren't here… We obviously underestimated them… severely underestimated them…"

"Ha… So?" D-Roy retorted.

He was losing his nerve with this annoyance, "D-Roy… First off, you are not now, nor will you ever, be as strong as I. Second, you can't ever underestimate your opponents… I guarantee you're going to get killed for that one day…"

D-Roy laughed, "As if I would ever get killed because I thought someone was weak…"

"If I ever see you in hell," he said, smiling, "I'll be sure to make that the first thing I ask you…"

D-Roy frowned, "So you did release Espinazo for this?"

"No…" he said softly as he walked up to D-Roy, "But," he turns to the right to see another person struggling to get up, "Estella released her Serpiente though… I just got caught in the crossfire…"

D-Roy laughed, "You got beaten by crossfire… Fool"

"D-Roy!"

The Shark Man turned quickly, "Know your place, Takahiro!" D-Roy yelled, "I am an older Arrancar than you!"

"By one day, D-Roy…" He, Takahiro, retorted, "It still does not change the fact that I'm stronger than you…"

D-Roy put his right hand on his sword, slowly pulling it out, "Would you like to test that, Arrancar Seventeen?"

"I would still beat you," Takahiro said, slowly unsheathing his sword, "even in this injured state of mine… Arrancar Sixteen…"

"Would you two cut it out?" a female voice said. Takahiro turned his head to observe her. She was a very slim and slender girl. One thing he liked about her was the fact her chest was large for her small stature, she was about as tall as his nose. She wore a similar white garment as D-Roy and Takahiro, hers was more of a jacket than a cloak, which she left open to the extent you could see her cleavage. It might have been seducing if there wasn't a hole, three inches in diameter, just above her chest. The hole drilled all the way through so as to see whatever was behind her. Her legs were long and slender. She covered them with black skintight spandex. She had the same kind of mask pieces as Takahiro and D-Roy. Hers was a pointed nose as it reached towards her left and extended off her face to form three spikes. Rather small, compared to Takahiro's mask, another thing that annoyed him about the masks.

Takahiro turned his head a bit more as he noticed something. He let loose a sigh and re-sheathed his sword.

"What? A coward? Or you don't want Estella to see you hurt?" D-Roy mocked him.

Takahiro threw a glare at D-Roy, which made him flinch, and said, "You idiot. Tousen is on his way right now… If he saw us trying to kill each other, it wouldn't matter if I would win, which I would, because in the end, he'd make sure we both die…"

D-Roy also put away his katana blade and looked suspicious of Takahiro, "Tousen is on the way… here…?"

Takahiro only nodded.

D-Roy frowned, How does he always know when someone's coming, minutes before they even get here… It doesn't matter if they're strong, weak, slow, or fast… Always… He knows someone is coming… Takahiro isn't someone you can sneak up on…

"D-Roy is capable of thought… God does work miracles…" Takahiro said to nobody in particular.

"What!?" D-Roy yelled angrily, he didn't notice Estella's silent chuckling.

"Well, it just seemed like you were thinking about something excessively… Thought I might just… commentate…" Takahiro said, smiling as he spoke the last parts.

D-Roy took a step forward before he felt some sort of pressure bearing down on him. He turned as a man in a seemingly one piece white coat appeared, holding a sword and wearing very opaque glasses. "Tousen…"

Takahiro looked at him, "Ahh… Its Tousen…"

The girl, Estella, looked too, "Tousen-sama…"

The man who was unnecessarily pointed out, three times, to be Tousen, didn't shift his head in the slightest as he spoke up, "What are you doing here, D-Roy?"

D-Roy tightened up, "Just checking on these two… They seem pretty banged up…"

Tousen looked up slightly and walked over to D-Roy, handing him a piece of paper, "New assignment… Go there…"

D-Roy looked at the paper, "What for?"

"Aizen-sama wishes for his… experiment… to be checked up on…" he answered

"Ah," D-Roy said, relaxing slightly, "The self-made Arrancar… What's his name…?"

"Grand Fisher," Takahiro spoke up, "I haven't even heard of or seen him yet I still know his name… and you don't?"

D-Roy looked at Takahiro and glared, knowing he couldn't say or do anything with this man in front of him.

"I may be blind," Tousen said, "but I know you're still in front of me giving Takahiro a look…" D-Roy looked at Tousen and opened his mouth before being cut off, "If you have time to glare and protest, then you should finish your assignments like the rest of us…"

D-Roy sighed and dashed off without another word.

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"Estella… Takahiro… I assume you're finished here?"

Estella nodded, "Yes, Tousen-sama… Takahiro-kun and I finished up…"

Tousen turned to the two, "Why are you so injured after a fight with these two Shinigami?"

"Well," Estella began, "We didn't expect them to have Shikai… They're not in the Gotei 13 so… It was surprising…"

Tousen raised a single brow, 'They had Shikai? Certainly it couldn't have been that bad…"

"It wasn't," Takahiro answered him, "at least not separate… Their Shikai seemed to react and work together with each other… It was comparable to a single Bankai…"

"Didn't you try to separate them?"

"We did," Estella said, "but their Shikai seemed magnetic to each other… I managed to deal with them by unleashing my released form"

"Then why are you hurt?" Tousen asked Takahiro.

Takahiro laughed and shyly scratched the back of his head, "Estella got carried away and I got hit by some… stray fire…"

Tousen sighed, "Well then," He prodded the sky as it ripped open, revealing a neatly made black portal, "lets leave this place… It isn't wise to stay here for too long, especially with the commotion you've most certainly created…"

"Lets go, Estella Del Rio, Kazuya Takahiro" Tousen said as he walked through the void. The two followed him.

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"Hahahahaha," the man in what appeared to be a tight suit laughed at Takahiro, "what the hell happened to you!?"

This man with pink hair just accidentally walked by to catch Takahiro tattered and torn.

"Shut up!" Takahiro snapped.

In her own little corner, Estella giggled and looked over to the man in white tights, pink hair, and glasses, "That's my fault, Szayel, I sorta roughed him up on accident…"

The man laughed more as he pushed up his glasses. Takahiro was annoyed by this person very much.

Szayel Aporro Grantz, the Octavia Espada. He was one of the strongest Arrancar, thus, he was made an Espada and was given the number eight, one of the strongest ten Arrancar created by Aizen. Takahiro was annoyed by people who had less provocative masks than him and such is why Szayel annoyed him the most of all Arrancar. The remains of Szayel's mask were left in the form of lens-less glasses.

"There, all done…" A woman medic told him. She had a mask that resembled an upper face half cowl, and thus, was on Takahiro's good side.

"Thanks." He told her as he put his arms back through the top part of his uniform and zipped it up back to his chest.

"So… Magnetic Shikai that when used together force a strong Arrancar to release herself and destroy everything, such as her partner?" Szayel asked him. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Uagh! Where are they! Get those things off me!" Takahiro yelled, fidgeting about.

"Relax, I've already taken them off you…" Szayel said, amused.

Takahiro let out a sigh of relief. He knew that Szayel often placed small creatures on Arrancar when they left on missions so as to gather information. Takahiro was fortunate to be one of the few that Szayel felt wasn't necessary to track at all times.

"I look forward to hearing your explanation on how the two Shikai worked, Takahiro…" Szayel said, walking away.

"Hmm…" Takahiro said to himself, almost disrespecting his superior officer. It didn't matter anyway. He never wanted to be this. His current situation was a greater hell than the previous hell he was in. At least he was more free in his hell… to a certain extent…

"Thinking about her again?" the scantly clad woman next to him asked. Estella sat next to him, scooting closer to him slightly.

He sighed, "Maybe… I don't even know anymore…"

"I don't know if you're the most fortunate or the most tortured…" Estella told him. "You weren't a Hollow for nearly as long as most of us before being turned into an Arrancar. You actually remember, quite accurately, what its like to be Human. I don't know about you, but to me, that would be annoying."

"Yeah…" Takahiro said. He thought about it. It was annoying, but not because it made him sick to ever remember being something as degradable as a Human. It was annoying because he often missed being something as degradable as a Human. However, being an Arrancar, he would never admit it out loud to anyone.

"Although," Estella seemed to continue, "I wonder what your sister was like… Do you think she would have made a good Arrancar?"

He couldn't help but let out a laugh, "No, she is too much of a softie… she would not be able to make the cut as an Arrancar…"

"Hmm… and were you so different from her?" she asked him.

He thought about it. "No… I suppose not…"

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"Oniisan!"

"Ah, Hitomi!"

Takahiro turned around as the girl jumped at him and wrapped her hands around his waist. He collapsed under her weight and fell back with her, landing in the snow.

"Oniisan! You're supposed to catch me!" she yelled at him.

He smiled at her, "You're heavy…"

"Are you calling me fat!?" she said, very threateningly.

He laughed, "No, not at all…"

They got up and began to walk to their house while holding hands have having a usual conversation.

Kazuya Hitomi. This girl had long black hair that came to her back. She had the biggest green eyes you'd probably ever see on a girl. She was wearing her school uniform. She was nine months younger than her brother, Aizawa Takahiro. She wasn't that much shorter than him. She always had some sort of smile on her face.

She turned to face him and noticed he was lost in thought as he walked forward. She grabbed his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He turned to her, "Hmm?"

"You seem tense… why?" she asked him.

Right now, Takahiro was thinking about class. He knew the final test coming up that would ultimately decide the fate of the third-year students. He needed to get just the right score; he didn't want to flunk it, but he didn't want to ace it either. There was a woman that he had a crush on and he wanted to have a similar score as hers so he might have the same future options as her. Takahiro was a genius, he just never made effort to show it.

His sister ruffled his dark blue hair again, "Hey, don't space out now…"

"Ahh," he said, "sorry. I'm thinking about finals…"

She smiled, "You worry too much, I'm sure it can't be hard."

She didn't understand the kind of pressure most kids went through when finals came around. Why would she? She's a second-year student. Although, she too was gifted with a brain just as good, if not better than, Takahiro's. She did however, lack many necessities –

"Ah!" She tripped on her own feet and fell face first into the snow.

– such as common sense.

"Owww…" she said as she got up.

"You have to be careful…" Takahiro told her, no worry in his voice.

"Auu… that hurt…" she said as she rubbed her nose.

He laughed, "You're so ditzy, Hitomi."

Her face turned to a light shade of red, "Quiet, you…"

He grabbed her hand with his and turned to smile at her.

She looked at him and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his, "Lets go home, Oniisan…"

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Takahiro's eyes shot open. He was crouched against the outside wall of the place he called hell. The place officially called Las Noches. He looked to his left and saw Estella also sleeping.

He looked up at the blank sky. There was nothing. No stars… nothing… There was no night in this place. There was no day in this place. Only the orb that floated high above his head that gave the illusion of day. The artificial sun. This place was bad. He wondered if this place was worse than hell. This place… Hueco Mundo.

Takahiro sighed and closed his eyes again.

Hitomi…

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E/N: Chapter One. Yes…