Resident Evil - Soul Society

I do not own Bleach nor Resident Evil.

Question of Trust

HUNK lays in his sickbed, somewhat ticked at how much time is passing by. Seconds zoom past, minutes fly by, and hours slowly crawl away from his grasp. His doctor, the Redfield girl, still continues to keep him at bay. Shouldn't he have been fine by now?

Does she care so much for his being that much? No, of course not, this is Redfield's sister after all. The two share their views of justice, and the duty of saving lives. Although he somehow has a disgusted view of the Redfield girl's brother. Always ahead of everyone…seeing him punched out by Wesker almost made him burst out laughing under his grimacing mask.

Sitting back up, he stares out into the sunset. Looking at the bright orange orb, a bird lands on the windowsill. Looking at it for a while, it suddenly flies away as the door to his room is opened. Valentine entered, with a clipboard covering little part of her face.

Approaching the man carefully, opens up her arms some more, to show much more of her. Those red globes were uncomfortable, she couldn't even tell whether or not this man was looking at her, or ignoring her. Or worse, he might be looking at…

The woman squirms as she covers her face again. What might she be hiding? Is there something that he has done? Thinking about it, he hasn't. "Am I disturbing you?"

Those were the words that she heard, and her shoulders loosen up, the stiffness in her body disappearing. "No…not at all."

HUNK lets out a faint sigh under his mask, somewhat relieved that he hasn't done anything to Valentine indirectly. Turning back to stare at the sunset, a bird zooms past his head. Turning around, it perched on Valentine's shoulder.

She was surprised to see the bird land on her shoulder. Looking at Claire's patient, he was still staring into the sun. As she makes a move, the bird flies away from her, out into the wild. Walking towards the window, she stood beside HUNK.

"Beautiful sunset, isn't it." Asked HUNK.

Jill didn't expect him to talk at all. "It sure is." She replied, flashing a smile.

After she replied, he catches Valentine smiling. It was heart-warming. Suddenly, his worse nightmare had begun. Near his injury, the back part of his mask was starting to crack. Rips of plastic fall onto the sheets, as Valentine was trying to somehow assist his problem.

"Leave!" He yelled out, but it was too late…the mask splits in two.

Later that night…

Toshiro finally completes his pile of papers to stamp. He wouldn't expect to do another hundred or so tomorrow. His lieutenant was nowhere to be found, and so he leaves his office to head out for some fresh air.

Strolling through the clean streets of Seireitei, a certain drunkard passes by. What great luck., he complained.

"Ahh! The little boy from the Tenth Division!" Exclaimed Sera, stinking of the scent of sake. He's a Spaniard, shouldn't he be drinking something better, like wine? "Come with me!" Said the man, grabbing his head by the armpit.

In just moments, he finds himself in a bar in Rukongai. Sera drinks away, and he wonders where Hunnigan might be at a time as dire as this. Speaking of her, what exactly is she to this drunken fool?

"She's a nice girl." Replied Sera…wait, did he just answer the question? "She's nothing more, really. But, you always have to spoil her, to keep her happy."

He had no idea what this man was saying. Might his full potential come out when he is drunk? Remembering those devastating waves that sliced through the forest, somewhat brought a slight feel of discomfort to Toshiro. Who knows what Sera can do with a bottle of sake and a sword?

Thinking about it, might his lieutenant be the same? More like, are all adults the same?

Luis observes the boy carefully, his posture shows him cautious and alert. He seems docile, a good kid after all. Yet, he doesn't seem to be in this state because he's a good kid. Something's bothering him. "Something, the matter?"

Toshiro looks at him, as Sera sips his sake. Problems? Toshiro replies unsurely, "No."

He hasn't realized it yet, or has he? Lowering his empty cup, Sera stands up. Turning for the door, he holds onto the kid's shoulder, "Don't you worry, everything will be alright."

Hearing that from him, he realizes something. How might he have known? Quickly facing the door, the man behind the counter grabs his haori. "Ahem!"

The man shifts his head towards the stack of cups. Facing the door again, Sera was gone. Balling up his palm to make a fist, he becomes frustrated, "SERA!"

Picking up the tab for Sera, he leaves the bar. Why did he fall for such an easy trick. Apart from that, how did he know of his concerns? He needed to find him, quick. Running to his right, he bumps into somebody. Falling onto whoever that was, he had his fists on the ground to prevent himself from crushing them. His eyes then meet with that of Sherry's.

Sherry, down on the ground, has Toshiro staring from up top. He stayed there for a moment, and she blushes for his face was so close. Looking away, she covers her mouth with the back of her hand. Looking back, the boy gets off her, apologizing needlessly.

"I'm terribly sorry." Said he, holding onto her free hand, helping her stand up.

With one hand still covering her face, she nods. Toshiro then moves besides her, and waves goodbye as he runs into the distance. Holding onto her heart, she notices that it's beating so quickly. Staring into the path that Toshiro took, her blush intensifies.

After moments of running through Seireitei, he tries to move past people as quickly as possible to hide his red face. He had pride, and he doesn't want it tarnished because of a blush. Finally, he meets up with Sera, walking the route to his squad.

"What it is, my friend?" Sera asked, whom Toshiro doesn't really consider a friend for he avoided his pay by…now's not that time!

"I need-" Toshiro is cut off from a dismissive hand from the man. He moves his face away, and walks ahead.

Slowly turning back towards the Tenth Squad, Sera answers, "Think it over."

Spinning around to face the man, he was nowhere. From his words, Toshiro understood what Sera meant. He was young, he knew that too well, and making these kinds of decisions was a distraction. After all, he has his duty as a captain of the Gotei 13.

Luis walked through the empty path, the moonlight lighting the way for him. Trees swayed from the cool breeze, and the night was beautiful. This is great for stargazing. All the while, "Así que tranquilo."

Toshiro walks towards the door to his office, and he takes hold of the knob. Suddenly, he hears something inside the room. Who might be in there? Staring down, the lights were lit. Pushing his ear against the door, he hears voices…

"Do you still work for Wesker?" Asked Leon, looking at Ada as she laid lazily on the couch with a piece of paper covering her head.

"Maybe." Was the reply he got from this woman.

Throwing the piece of paper from her, he stared at her, hoping for a response. She, too, gave the cold stare. Soon, he gives up, taking the seat adjacent to Ada. "If Wesker still plans on domination…"

Ada raises her head, leveling with Leon's. "I-" Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Toshiro enters.

"Tell me more about Captain-Commander Wesker." Requested Toshiro, presenting a powerful tone to hide his excitement. These people truly are an interesting bunch.

The Third Division holds their dinner in the mess hall, and Kira carries his tray to the table at the very back. On the stage was his captain, or drill instructor, Krauser. The man encouraged his men to save the formalities when in meetings, probably his way to bond with his company. Sure, that may work if he didn't have to perform these drills everyday.

Kira's arms ached, throbbing every second that passed. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it made his arms heavier than normal. Almost using his own zanpakuto against himself. Thinking about, he's not that type of person. Staring at his own reflection on the bowl of soup on his tray, he may as well be.

Letting out a sigh, he pushes the tray away from him, dropping his head to rest. Arms to his sides, head down peacefully on the table, some quite chatter in the distance, he felt sleepy. Closing his eyes slowly, he falls asleep.

"Blech!" Was the disgusting sound that struck through the hall, waking him up from his sleep.

Groggy eyes stare at the man on the stage, his captain. Yawning loudly, he stares at the tray in front of him. "Oh yeah…"

Pulling the tray closer, he takes a helpful spoonful of his soup. Sipping it very quickly, he burns his tongue. Not even aware, he realizes it as he takes his third spoonful. Looking back at his captain, then at the soup, he notices that he wasn't asleep for that long. Around the room were his comrades, he should've started from there.

Krauser complained about the difference in sake and beer, which would be a one-sided argument…if he starts one.

Midnight…

"Kiyone!" Echoed Marcus's voice through the halls his 'home'.

The young girl barges into her captain's room, with heavy eyes staring at the man. "What is it?"

"I'm thirsty, get me some water." Commanded he, and Kiyone had no other choice but to obey.

Storming out of the room, she walks through the veranda in fury. Every step seemed to bring her reiatsu even higher. She has finally realized the true nature of her captain, Marcus. Expecting him to be kind, and somewhat like her own original captain, this guy is a drama queen!

"Rrghhh! That bitch!" She cursed with a fist. "If only Captain Ukitake took me instead of Sentaro!"

In the Fourth Division…

Iemura approaches Captain Redfield, "If I got eye surgery, do you think…"

Claire had heard this from her subordinates before, how Mr. Yasochika went into the Human World. Members of her division weren't allowed to go there, but he did, to look for contact lenses. All she knew, was that he found them, but came back without them. She didn't understand, and so she asks the man politely to stop.

Iemura sighs disappointingly, and apologizes for having to always his voice his thoughts aloud. Bowing towards his Captain, he takes his leave from her office. Walking through the quiet halls of the division, he lets himself be instilled in his thoughts yet again, I may be on ban, but…what if I switched divisions?

Suddenly, he bumps into someone, tipping them over. Quickly offering a hand, "I'm sorry! Are you alright?" In front of him was Jill. He knew nothing about her, to be honest, and only saw her as his Captain's right hand. If no one replaced Captain Unohana's Lieutenant, wouldn't that make him the Lieutenant for Captain Redfield?

Jill looks up to Iemura, and reaches towards his hand, which was quickly retracted to hold onto the man's chin. What might've hit his mind? Standing up on her own, she stares at the man observantly. He didn't mind having her up-his-face, even snapping once, she assumes she's being ignored. So, she walks on.

Offering his hand once again, he notices that Jill is gone. Looking around, the girl was nowhere. Did she go somewhere? He wasn't sure, but to be left without a word is truly rude. Towards his right, was HUNK's room, "That's right, I needed to check on him. I wonder what Jill was doing here?"

Knocking on the door, he awaits a response. With his knuckles pressed on the door, he hears nothing. Knocking again, he receives a grunt as entry. Opening the door carefully, he sees the man staring out the window. Must be a stargazer. Thought Iemura.

He notices a broken mask on the table next to the patient, and he sees HUNK's deep brown hair exposed. The Captain's back was turned towards him, and he grows curious as to what the man may look like. Walking up beside him and looking at the stars, "You like to look at the night, don't you?"

Shifting his eyes slyly under his sunglasses, Iemura's spirit drops down. Captain HUNK wore round red sunglasses, and a black mask covering his mouth and nose. The man's present features were better than his, making him a tad jealous, "Why are you wearing such a thing?"

"Same reason you're wearing those." Responded the captain, pointing at his shades.

Iemura's face goes blank, and he thinks for a bit. By wearing these sunglasses…at night. Feeling a bit defeated, he leaves the room.

Lying back on his bed, HUNK reaches for the switch beside him, turning off the lights. Looking back earlier during the day, he still needs to thank Valentine for coming up with a temporary solution to hide his face. Not only that, but the girl also promised to not tell anyone about his features. Grateful for what she's done, there must be some way to repay her.

Jill walks up to William Birkin's gates, and wonders if the mad scientist is still awake…of course, he'd be awake. He spent most of his time working on the G-Virus before his death after all.

This brought up her question of Sherry, William and Annette's child. Both the girl's parents died in Raccoon City, and they're now here in Soul Society. Looking back in the Human World, she wonders what happened to Sherry. Suddenly, the gates open before her.

Emerging from these doors was a boy, Rin. He greeted her, and invites her in. He was nice, and Jill humbly accepts, "Thank you."

Screens were lined up along the walls, lighting up the room all by themselves. It was something that looked like an Umbrella facility, but it wasn't completely like that. It was less…modern. Birkin comes barging through his subordinates, meeting up with Jill, "I've completed the replacement." And she is handed a mask for HUNK.

"Thank you very much for taking your time." Jill expressed.

"It's no problem at all…" Birkin smiled, but it was a broken smile.

"Captain Birkin!" Worried Rin, who tugged on the man's sleeve. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Rin." Said Birkin in a calm tone, and Jill backs up from the man. "Now be a good little girl, and fetch me those results."

Birkin walks into the crowd of researchers, disappearing from sight. Jill held onto the mask tightly, as she watches Rin weep down on the ground, "I'm not a girl…I'm not a girl…" Jill believes that she has overstayed her welcome, and leaves the place.

Still awake in the darkness, HUNK is eager to put his mask back on. Staring at his broken mask, he reminisces about his times with it. Like that one time deep down in the-"HUNK, I got it."

Valentine's voice came from outside, and he turns the light on, "Come in." The girl walks up to him, with the newly-made mask from Birkin. Handed the mask, he examines it thoroughly. Jill looked confused, "Is something wrong?"

Finding nothing wrong with it, he removes the half mask, and takes off his shades. Putting the gas mask on, it was a nice fit. Moving his head around, he adjusts to the feel of his new mask. He hears a giggle from the girl.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You look like a kid on Christmas Day." Admitted Jill.

HUNK didn't even realize his actions, and his eyes widened under those red orbs, "Oh…By the way, Valentine-"

"Nope." She said, cutting his sentence off. "Call me Jill."

HUNK tries again, "Thanks…Jill."

A/N: It's not what you think. It may be, it may not be. I'm not sure yet.