Chapter 11: Slapped by a Black Cat
Screaming desperately, Hanatarou shunpoed away from the maniacal Kenpachi.
"S-S-Soifon-taichou...WHY?" he shrieked, dashing away. Soifon had locked the compound from the outside, and there was no way he could escape. He didn't have any weapons on him either, and he fled from the butterfly Kenpachi.
Now he knew for sure Soifon should be feared.
Almost reacting immediately to his thought, the butterfly horde shifted shape.
The new shape made Hanatarou feel pretty sick.
Butterfly Soifon leered at him nastily.
Soifon was watch from outside. She twitched.
"Why the heck did it shift from Kenpachi to me?" she muttered. "And I think the butterflies got my head shape wrong..."She shrugged. None of her business. Hantarou was still clutching the butterfly device in pure terror. Fool.
Well, at least he is progressing somewhat with his flash step and speed, thought Soifon tiredly. I'm going to get something to eat. I'm pretty sure hell butterflies don't eat people. Of course, that was what she thought. And she was right. Hell butterflies don't eat people. Unless they're infected by poison.
Smirking, Butterfly Soifon advanced terrifying closer to Hanatarou. Hanatarou shrieked. Why did it change from Zaraki to Soifon? Either way, he was going to suffer. Butterfly Soifon raised her hand. The butterflies arranged themselves to form something weird looking, but did look familiar to Hanatarou. He was surprised the butterflies could pull it off. But anyone would be creeped out to see Butterfly Soifon with a Butterfly Suzumebachi. Hanatarou glanced down hastily. Funny, why was he even bothering to clutch the tracking device? Hanatarou hurled it to the far end of the compound. Butterfly Soifon spun around to walk (or maybe flutter) to the device, where she huddled around it.
Hanatarou drew breath, gasping for air. Really, this was too much. At least he'd bought some time by throwing away the tracker.
Grabbing the crate, he carried it over to Butterfly Soifon, and slammed it down on top. He missed the butterflies forming her knees downwards, but thankfully the majority of them stayed locked in the crate, though they were thrashing about wildly within. Hanatarou stuttered and backed off from the few angry butterflies that had escaped.
"L-Let's not do anything too hasty..." Hanatarou's eyes darted to the crate. His eyes widened when he saw some of the butterflies chewing through the crate.
"SOIFON-TAICHOU! LET ME OUT NOW! I'M GOING TO DIE!"
Outside the training grounds, Mayuri cackled as Nemu recorded notes.
"Pah, the stupid fool! That crate won't stop the butterflies!"
Hanatarou ran and flash stepped at the barrier. "SOIFON-TAICHOU! LET ME OUT! PLEASE-eep!"
Soifon had only erected a simple barrier, an easy one to break since she had assumed butterflies wouldn't be able to break through. However, Hanatarou had bashed it enough times for it to shatter, and the barrier broke. Of course, Hanatarou was free, but so were the butterflies. Butterfly Soifon leered at Hanatarou again, and raised suzumebachi. Hanatarou spun on his heel and took off through the Seireitei, butterflies in hot pursuit.
Kiyone happened to be crossing by the Second Division's training grounds to deliver some paperwork to the Tenth division when she spotted a screaming Hanatarou, flash stepping straight at her.
"Eek!" she shrieked as he bowled into her, and she dropped the paperwork.
"S-sorry!" whimpered Hanatarou.
"Hanatarou, what are you...do..ing..." Kiyone was cut off as she spotted Butterfly Soifon walking towards Hanatarou. Bad flashbacks of when Soifon had erm...stepped on her returned, and she turned pale.
"R-r-run!" shrieked Hanatarou.
And so the two of them sprinted off.
"Oi, stupid! Where are you going?" yelled Sentarou, anger marks throbbing in his forehead as he watched Kiyone dash away. "Our captain still needs paperwork done!"
"Help me!" squealed Kiyone, latching onto Sentarou, almost strangling him. "Crazy butterflies!"
"Gack-are you kidding me! What- Ack- makes you think I'm going to believe you! I-I don't have time for games!"
"It's true!" shouted Hanatarou, racing towards them.
Sentarou glanced at him doubtfully, but then a realization popped into his mind.
"Are you crazy Kiyone! What are you doing standing around? Ukitake-taichou could be in danger!"
At the mention of her captain's name Kiyone snapped out of her fear.
"You're right! I must protect the captain!"
"What do you mean, 'I'? It's obviously me!"
"No, you're too weak!"
"Who're you calling weak, you little..."
Hanatarou shot away as a black swarm of butterflies changed shape and headed towards the arguing duo. Too late, Sentarou and Kiyone turned around before being met with their darkest fear.
"Oh my god!" screeched Kiyone.
"Captain Ukitake!"
"He's deadddd!" wailed Kiyone, bawling at the 'dead' butterfly Ukitake.
"We need to prepare a funeral!"
"I'll get the incense!"
"I'll take care of the body!" Sentarou ran towards butterfly Ukitake, and screamed when the cannibal butterflies engulfed him.
"...I'm glad I called for the incense."
News had finally spread throughout Seireitei that there was a mob of 'boggart butterflies' swarming throughout.
Yumichika had run away screaming as he saw an odd doppelganger of him with an afro leering at him with a nasty grin, while Renji had...seen something that no one could really describe and had passed out afterwords. Byakuya had been called in but had blatantly refused after seeing a butterfly black cat which only Soifon had recognized and had quickly left. Soifon was less than displeased to hear about the chaos, and had immediately returned to find the barrier broken and Hanatarou gone.
Groaning, she slapped her palm to her forehead as chaos reigned in the background.
"Some of the Thirteenth Division have been...traumatized after encountering the butterflies. Be careful!"
"Kiyone and Sentarou...what the heck happened to them?"
"...you don't wanna know."
"Hey, where did the butterflies come from in the first place?"
"I heard it came from the second division."
"Really? Did the Secret Mobile Corps investigate?"
"Well Obviously! They still haven't found anything yet...though Mayuri was seen around the area."
"Ugh, it was probably him...crazy captain."
Twitching, Soifon made a mental note to make sure Mayuri never went around her training grounds.
"Hello Soifon!"
Soifon blushed brightly.
That voice...
"Y-Y-Yoruichi-sama!" she gasped, spinning around.
"Hello, Soifon," smirked Yoruichi. Butterfly Yoruichi. Who knew that butterflies could talk and eat people?
Soifon's bright blush automatically disappeared.
"Humph, they said that you would appear as people's worst nightmare...how idiotic...how dare you take the form of Yoruichi-sama!" Butterfly Yoruichi suddenly appeared in front of Soifon.
The sound of a stinging slap echoed in the air.
Soifon's eyes widened as a red hand print appeared on her face.
"Yor...Yoruichi-sama..."
Butterfly Yoruichi smirked at her. "Now isn't that your worst nightmare?"
"Noooo! Y-Y-Yoruichi-sama...how...how could you?"
"Hmph. I never cared about you, Soifon. You're weak. How could you ever compare to me?" sneered Butterfly Yoruichi.
"S-shut up!"
"Hmph, you really are worthless...did you think you're even fit to be the follower of Goddess of Flash Yoruichi? How pathetic. I'm disappointed in you, Soifon!"
"That's enough!" Suddenly Hanatarou leaped in to defend his taichou. Soifon's eyes widened. That brat actually had the guts to do that? Unfortunately, instantly butterfly Yoruichi changed back into butterfly Soifon, and easily evaded Hanatarou's dive.
"Keh, you worthless scum! You're an insult to the Stealth Force!" shrieked Butterfly Soifon, not at all in character. "Why, you stain the name of the Secret Mobile Corps! You disgrace! Go back to where you came from, fourth squad member!"
Hanatarou cowered, but his desperate act to defend his captain worked. Hurling insults at Hanatarou, the butterfly Soifon was distracted from the real Soifon.
"Sting all enemies to death, Suzumebachi!"
Soifon flash stepped behind her doppelganger, but the fake Soifon was too quick. She evaded Suzumebachi, cackling.
"Fool! You're too slow compared to me!"
And Butterfly Soifon vanished.
"Oi. Get up."
Hanatarou whimpered, curled up in a ball.
"I-I'm sorry Taichou, I really am worthless..."
Soifon massaged her temples, but glared coldly at him.
"Who do you think you are, Yamada? You don't waste time crying in a corner about how weak you are."
Hanatarou sniffled, but looked up. Soifon continued.
"What is the point of bawling your brains out about how pathetic you are? There is none. You only make yourself more worthless by moping instead of training to become stronger. Yamada, you've been working hard. But the work you do is nothing compared to what the Secret Mobile Corps do on a daily basis. You are weak, Yamada. But stand up on your own two feet. Fight. You're naïve. Jumping out right at the enemy with no plan. A real assassin would have waited for the right time to strike, analyzing their movements. Fight your hardest. Who are you, Yamada?"
"I...I...I'm-"
"Don't stutter. Who are you?"
"I...I'm the Second Squad's lieutenant..."
"Say it. Say it loud and proud, Yamada."
"I'm the Second Squad's lieutenant!"
"Then live up to that title. And don't get in my way. Don't depend on others. You're not a little kid anymore, Yamada. Fight to prove that you're worthy of being my lieutenant. The moment you joined my division, you follow my orders to the letter. If I tell you to stand there and fight, you stand there and fight. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"I didn't hear you," said Soifon coldly.
"Yes!"
"Good. Then track down that butterfly imposter, and report back to me once you've found it...lieutenant."
"Hai, Taichou!"
"One more thing, if you get in my way, I'll kill you."
"Hai, Taichou!" And Hanatarou disappeared with flash step.
Soifon watched as gradually his reiatsu grew further and further away.
"Hmph, I never knew pep talks were so useful," she muttered to herself.
Ukitake groaned wearily as he stared at his ink-stained hair in the mirror. Kiyone and Sentarou had gotten into a fight earlier, and accidentally spilled a large quantity of ink over him, promptly starting another argument over who would wash his haori before ripping it off him to sprint to the laundromat. So now Ukitake was unrecognizable with long black hair and a normal shinigami uniform. Unfortunately being informed by a rather disturbed shinigami that there yet another ruckus had sprung up, he knew that it was part of his duty to quell the fighting, regardless that no one recognized him.
He flash stepped over to where some poor shinigami had his hair ripped out, leaving him with a bald spot with red teeth mark and unconscious. Ukitake winced. Whatever had happened had left the hell butterflies in disorder, and the message was garbled.
Suddenly a figure ran out suddenly, and Ukitake recognized the figure as Hanatarou.
"Hey, Hana-"
"Soifon-taichou! I've found the butterfly imposter!" yelled Hanatarou, running towards Ukitake.
Ukitake's eyes widened. Wait, what? Was Hanatarou pointing at him? He turned around to check that there wasn't something behind him.
"Hmph! Don't be distracted during a fight!"
Ukitake whirled around, and saw flashes of light shooting straight at him, as the Stealth Force's captain hurled kunai at him.
Soifon landed catlike in front of the butterfly impostor trapped to the building by her kunai who was currently waving his arms about and yelling. And squinted.
"Good job, taichou!" yelled Hantarou happily.
"Wait a second, you ninny, this idiot isn't made of butterflies."
"But who else can he be?" asked Hantarou. "I've never seen this guy around Seireitei!"
"You're wrong!" yelled Ukitake, cursing that today of all days was when he unfortunately had ink spilled all over him. "I'm Captain Ukitake!"
"B-But Captain Ukitake has white hair! And you're not wearing a Captain's cloak!"
"Hmph, even if he's not a butterfly impostor, he may be the one who started this mess," replied Soifon, ignoring Ukitake's pleas, "we'll take him to see the Head Captain."
Isane was minding her own business, although she was alarmed at the thought of cannibal butterflies (apparently they had chewed up several shinigami) and was trapped in her own visions of crazy hell butterflies attempting to eat shinigami when silently the black butterflies loomed behind her, prepared to take shape of her darkest nightmare.
Except they had a little problem.
Fish Paste?
As idiotic as that sounded, the hell butterflies didn't know how to impersonate fish paste. As it was, the hell butterflies, turned on each other, aruging (or rather fighting and biting) each other, debating what was the best approach to scare the daylights out of the lieutenant by potraying fish paste.
Isane heard the gnashing of butterfly teeth and frantic flapping of wings, and spun around before being met with the ghastly sight of crazy hell butterflies fighting among one another.
"I-I thought butterflies were supposed to be gentle," she whimpered, before speeding away to contact her captain.
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