A/N: Okay, the first part isn't relevant to the story line at all really, it was just a dream I had and I couldn't help but put it in
As for the wait for this chapter, I will apologize, but I do not regret it because I had a lot of uni work to do and that, of course, comes first. Also, it was my birthday recently so I was distracted by that too XD. I just hope that this chapter was worth the wait.
Also, I just wrote Toushiro's inner world as I imagine it would be because I can't remember ever seeing it in the anime.
And now, we shall begin :D
"Toushiro Hitsugaya, King of the Soul Society" A booming voice announced to a room full of people the man had never met before. In his hand he held a large rune covered scepter that held a floating orb at it's end. The Kido he could feel running through his body was strong and he could feel it emanated from that very object in his hand. On his head sat and ornately crafted crown that consisted of finger-width gold bands that intertwined with similar rune work engraved into it. He'd been taught what it read just before he had entered the room. 'Power, to own, to rule, to serve, and protect the soul'. It sounded extremely regal to the Captain…or should it be King?
He sat on a large and very plush chair atop a risen block that could be reached by a set of marble steps. The room was dark, but decorated in reds and gold's to match the his scepters orb and, as he tried his hardest to look into the faces of the people below them, he found them shrouded in shadow. What the hell?
"My King." The man jumped as a shadowed face leaned in from his side. "They are waiting for you to make a toast."
Toushiro deadpanned. How did this even happen? He was having a nice hot bath one minute and the next…he was standing outside of this extremely large room and being told all sorts of things that 'a new king should know'.
"Erm…" Toushiro stared, "Thanks for making me King?"
Muttering began in the crowd and Toushiro turned a bright shade of red.
"I mean, I am honored to be your King. Thank you all very much for coming."
"Long live the King!" the booming voice sounded again.
"Long live the King!" The crowd followed.
Toushiro sat up abruptly, the room was light but it was night time beyond his window, so he must have fallen asleep. That had been a crazy ass kind of dream. He looked around blearily and found Ichigo standing by the light switch. He looked at his clock. Quarter to one.
"Your up." Ichigo said plainly.
"I am now. You wouldn't believe the kind of dream I just had. A ridiculous 'World of the Living' cliché." The other yawned.
"Wow, that's wonderful." The man sounded completely uninterested.
Toushiro frowned and remembered what he had spent most of the last day doing. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Out."
"I realised that moron. Where?"
"Places."
"Wow, good answer." Toushiro bit out, thoroughly annoyed by the strawberries attitude.
"It's none of your business anyway, what does it matter?"
Toushiro sat and stared wide eyed at him for a few seconds before climbing off the bed. "What he hell has gotten into you today, you've been acting like an asshole."
"I've barely seen you, how could you get away with saying that?" Ichigo bit out.
"I didn't say to me. News got around of your behavior towards you squad in your training session, not to mention your little hissy fit towards Momo."
Ichigo scoffed, turning and walking into the living room. "I should have known that little bitch would come running to her 'Lil Shiro'." He said, using his fingers like quotation marks. He turned back to the doorway only to come into contact with a small and fast object that he realised was the others fist.
"Don't you ever talk about Momo that way. She's done nothing to you."
"Whatever," Ichigo chuckled, rubbing his abused cheek.
"You're being a fucking dick."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I think I'm acting normal."
It was Toushiro's turn to scoff now. "Normal? You've never acted like this before. This isn't you." He put emphasis on the last part.
"Yeah?" Ichigo leant forward, "Maybe this is the real me."
Toushiro narrowed his eyes as he looked the boy up and down. "Get out of my sight until you come to your senses. Stop being an arrogant prick and grow up."
Ichigo laughed, but it sounded more derisive that entertained, "That's rich coming from you. You only grew last year."
"Get out!"
"Don't worry, I'm going." Ichigo laughed again, making his way across the room and flashing Toushiro a wide, teeth bearing grin before walking out the door.
Toushiro stood breathing heavily for a few moments before gritting his teeth painfully hard. He was in an almost unbearable anger. What the hell was up that boy's ass to make him act like such a bastard?
He stormed into his room and began dressing, fully intending on going to a secluded area and destroying it to get rid of the pent up rage. However, by the time he had pulled on his haori, he thought better of it and chose instead to go into his inner world.
'Welcome master' Hyorinmaru greeted.
Toushiro simply sat down on the floor so that the fog that skittered across the ground engulfed him up to his chest. It was cool and felt like a cloud of ice shavings.
He looked around in the black abyss, seeing no end to the 'sky' or 'walls'. It was in that search he found his Zanpakuto. The tall man approached him wearing his usual blue robes. He sat opposite his wielder, the blue cross on his face standing out vividly against his pale skin.
'Is something the matter master?'
'I'm sure you witnessed what just happened as well as I did Hyorinmaru.'
The man nodded. 'I did.'
'I just don't know what to do. He made me so fucking angry. So much so that I can't even face looking at him.'
'It appears he has indeed made you very angry. You very rarely use curse words.'
Toushiro peered into Hyorinmaru's face, 'Should I just leave him to sort himself out? Or should I push it? That's what I want to work out.'
'That, master, is up to you.'
Toushiro looked sheepish 'Well that answer really helped.'
The Zanpakuto spirit pulled a small smile.
'Dammit,' Toushiro sighed, 'I just can't decide-'
He stopped mid sentence, looking around before looking straight at Hyorinmaru who was looking to the sky. 'Did you hear that?'
'I did' the spirit confirmed.
'Where did it come from?'
'It appears to have come from outside of this inner world.'
Toushiro tore himself out of his inner world, looking around his room. He strained his ears but couldn't hear any movement inside the barracks. He picked up his sword and slid it into it's rightful place on his back. Taking a second to glance at the clock, he saw that time really did fly when you were zoned out of this world. What had felt like twenty minutes in his inner world was near enough an hour and a half out here. He kept one hand on Hyorinmaru's hilt, ready to draw it should the need be and tip toed around his quarters only to find himself completely alone.
It was then that he heard it again. A loud, crashing sound coming from somewhere not too far away. Toushiro made his way over the nearest window and launched himself out of it into the bracing night air. He looked around wildly and saw a grey, billowing tower of smoke coming from the base of the Sokyoku Hill just as he felt a jumble of spiritual pressure. He tore through the Soul Society to the cause of the smoke, flash stepping to increase his speed until he saw utter devastation. Several of the buildings had been destroyed and fire was raging all over the place. A large number of nameless Gotei 13 members were rushing around attempting to put our the fire's and move the injured while a couple of groups of fourth division members healed those victims in an isolated area. He looked up when he felt the presences of many familiar reiatsu's coming from a top the hill and, at the same time, saw the reason for the devastation below it. A large chuck of the cliff ledge has been cut away from the rest of it and had plummeted down here. He leapt, using footholds in the wall to push himself upwards until he leapt over the ledge and landed on the rocky floor. He looked around him at several high ranking officers, including four captains in shock. Unohana was tending to several wounded warriors with her lieutenant. On close inspection the victims were the two third seats of Ukitake's division and Madarame and Ayasegawa. Ukitake himself stood in battle stance in midair along with Renji and Kyoraku. They seemed to be intently watching the sky and as Toushiro looked up, he realised why. Kenpachi Zaraki was launching a relentless assault against what appeared to be clocked figure. Toushiro could barely tell as it almost blended in with the night sky aside from the moonlight reflecting off it's blade.
"Captain!" Toushiro turned to his lieutenant who appeared next to him. "I came as fast as I could."
The white haired captain nodded and leapt towards the waiting captain's. "What's going on? Who is that?"
"We don't know," Ukitake answered, not taking his eyes from the battle raging above. "we can't feel even a trace of it's spiritual pressure."
"We just responded to reports of a dark figure from nearby guards." Renji added.
"Then why aren't you all doing anything?"
"Because Captain Zaraki said that if we got involved, he'd cut us down too. Better to watch than be a hindrance because I don't think he was joking." Kyoraku said in his usual calm and relaxed manner. However, that greatly contrasted his actions as he too watched the fight intently, his twin blades released and held tightly in his hands.
Toushiro looked up anxiously watching as the tables turned on the Kenpachi as he tried to defend against what appeared to be extremely powerful swings of the beings sword. The figure leapt away from the captain and made a wide and fast sweeping motion. Zaraki moved out of the line of fire and what appeared to be a rush of wind flew straight for the spectators. Toushiro drew his sword and stiffened, ready to hold himself in place when the wind met them but was shocked when a hand fastened tightly round his arm and flash stepped out of the way. He watched as the wind carried on and cut deep into the ground below before turning to the person who had moved him. Renji released his arm with a wolfish grin.
"You can thank me later."
Toushiro was shocked. What kind of an attack was that? Pure wind slicing through everything in it's path!
More clashing of metal brought him back into the present and it was only then that he noticed the arrival of the Captain Commander. The strong and silent aged man stood and watched on, flanked by his lieutenant. Toushiro shook his head slightly, the man would never get involved unless the need was great.
He brought his attention back to the fight as he watched Zaraki try and get the upper hand. He swung and, it looked like his sword was going to slice across the figures chest but, in the last moment, the black being flipped and dodged it. It was then, however, that the hood of the cloak slid from his head.
The eleventh division captain froze in his attacks for just a millisecond, and that was enough for his opponent to down him like a bag of bricks. The captain crashed to the floor, creating a small crater that was quickly occupied by Unohana who tried to deal with the near fatal wound in the man's chest.
However, it wasn't just Zaraki that had been affected. Toushiro started on in pure shock, almost unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
Kyoraku was speechless, for once in his life, and Ukitake gasped. The Head Captain's eyes cracked open as he spoke, his voice shaking the tense atmosphere.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you are to be arrested on the grounds of high treason."
MisaxMisa: Dun dun DUUUUUUN!
Toushiro: Oh my life.
Renji: Ichigo you idiot, what are you doing!
Ichigo: Chill out, it's just a story. You're getting to into it.
MisaxMisa: It's true Renji, I think you need to take a step back
Renji: :'(