TTGL: So this is the Heavens
Omake Issue 1: Kamina's shades.
A/N: This is the first or my omake chapters, not sure how it turned out. Basically, this kind of thing is the prize for my review competition but since the fist winner was anonymous he kindly chose for the prize to be updated as part of this story instead of being sent straight to the winner.
So, this omake is dedicated to 'That Guy'. Hope you all enjoy.
(P.S. reviews for this don't count towards the competition but would still be kindly looked upon.)
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"Have you done as I ordered?" came a high strung voice. The room was dark, lit only by terminals and vials of strange glowing liquids.
"I have, Mayuri-sama." answered a meek feminine voice. The girl stepped into the light of a terminal. She wore a cropped black kimono and a red choker around her throat. Her black hair was pulled back into a long braid.
"Give it here!" snapped the man, holding out a white hand with blue fingernails.
The girl complied, handing him a rectangular box about as long as her forearm. The man took it, sliding his chair across the room to a desk. This area was better lit but retained its gloomy visuals. The light revealed the man to be wearing a large white scientist coat. his skin was fully painted white except for patches of black across his face. Golden teeth and a blue main of hair were also visible.
He opened the box and carefully removed its contents. Holding the item to a light he examined the pointed orange shades worn by the new shinigami and hero of Earth, Kamina Jiha.
"Excellent." the man nearly purred. His science senses were tingling. "Nemu, bring me my tools."
"Yes, Mayuri-sama." she affirmed before leaving to collect the equipment. She returned a ferw minutes later.
"You took too long!" scolded Mayuri, snatching the tools from Nemu's hands. He turned back to the glasses. "Now lets see exactly what you're made of. A transparent orange matter that is highly resistant to damage yet is available to primitive tools and must be from underground. It matches none of my records, I must find out!"
He set to work with the bizarre tools, muttering to himself the entire time. "He wore the underground where there is no light but they are sunglasses, they stay on his face without any form of grip and somehow improve his badass appeal even though they look plain ridiculous!" commented the man in clown make-up.
He worked away for over an hour with Nemu stood loyally at his side. He went through dozens of tools and machines, taking notes constantly. After another hour he threw down his equipment triumphantly.
"I've got it! My research is complete. These are really quite something. My findings suggest that certain people throughout history are so badass, manly, epic and generally Gar that it exudes from them in a fine mist that the eye cannot see. Most of these people never stay in the same place for long but if they do, this mist builds up and creates a liquid like dew."
Mayuri drew a small vial that contained a strange red liquid. "This is an example from one of my past subjects. It nearly cost me my life to attain but it was worth it. The colour varies person to person. I call it, GARade"
"Through more tests I was able to determine its construction method. If enough of this liquid was gathered together and placed into a shade mold, most likely of Kamina's design, then placed into a blood freezingly cold temperature over eight days it would freeze into ice. Then, by taking these ice shades that would blister the skin at a single touch, and throwing them into lava, the GARade gets confused at the rapid change in temperature and doesn't know how to react. Thus it decides to scre the laws of physics and become a permanent solid!"
The captain rose excitedly to his feet. "Imagine it! If we could hook Kamina up to one of my special machines I could begin to harvest the stuff! It would be the greatest scientific advancement in the last century!"
There was a crashing sound in the distance. This was followed by another then another, each one louder than the last. The door to the lab which the two now occupied burst open, flying off of its hinges.
"What is going off here!" snapped Mayuri angrily. "It's you! What do you think you're doing in my laboratory! Hey! Wha- I'll teach you! Ah dear god! Nooo-"
High above the Seireitei a bird was flying. A thunderously loud noise followed by an intense heat drew its beady eyes downwards to the white buildings below. Only white buildings were no longer visible through a massive mushroom cloud that now emanated from the Twelfth Division barracks.
Out of the rubble, flames and smoke walked a lone man. His light blue hair was the only source of colour in a world marred by dust and smoke. In his arms was cradled a double triangle pair of orange shades.
"Did that mean clown touch you? I'll never let that freak touch you again. You must feel so violated." cooed Kamina to his precious sunglasses. "He should know that you keep the epicness in, not the sun out. People have been fainting left right and centre through exposure to unadulterated manliness. Damn clown. Don't worry my friend, you're safe now."