I'm back~! Bold is Japanese, and be warned for a very depressing chapter!
The two Japanese students landed in the window just in time to see Ron Weasley thrown against a wall, unconscious and bleeding. Hermione and a few other students stood frozen in the entryway to the dorm rooms, faces twisted in shock, horror, fear, and a mixture of all three.
Before them stood a tall, thin man with skin slightly paler than it used to be, and dark brown hair swept almost wildly to the side. Narrowed red eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as they scanned the students spread out before them. Compared to the shadows the last time he appeared, it was much easier to see the man now, and every detail was just as it had been before. A feral grin slowly found its way onto his face when he saw two familiar faces appear.
"It's nice to see you again." He greeted, his voice smooth and easy, yet void of any true delight, besides that of a killer. Unlike before, with its razor sharp quality, the words that came out of the man's mouth were sweet as syrup, yet sickly and overly dramatic.
"You always did like drama." Shouta growled, slowly cocking the gun in his hand.
"I thought you liked my act." Raynaulski replied, the chilling smile never leaving his face. The brunette answered with a lightning-fast gunshot slicing through the air, deflected by a blade as if it were child's play. The bullet was quickly followed by Hitsugaya, blades meeting in a fury of sparks. He leapt back just as fast, sword slicing the air where he had stood a moment before.
"Stay out of this Hitsugaya. He's my prey." Green eyes narrowed to slits, glowing brightly in their fury. Raynaulski's smile dropped instantly, though his expression still held a small amount of amusement.
"Save our fight for another time, boy. I have business to take care of." The man snapped, eyes looking towards one Harry Potter, who stood backed against a wall at the far end of the room, his shaking wand pointed threateningly. Before anyone could react, a blade had found its way through Harry's shoulder, and it took three seconds for the boy to register what happened, until he finally began screaming in agony.
"HARRY!"
The blade slowly pulled itself out of flesh, taking delight in the sickening sound and the pained screams that slowly turned into gasps. Hermione rushed to him as he collapsed, trying to breathe. "Oh, and one more thing. Captain of the tenth, I believe this is for you." Raynaulski flicked his wrist, Hitsugaya catching a bloodstained envelope in his hands, his name written clearly on it. The man then ran faster than the human eyes could catch out the open window, Shouta following suit. The white-haired shinigami let him, trusting the other as he addressed the situation before him.
"Dammit. Why the hell are none of the teachers here yet?" He grumbled quietly to himself, tucking the letter away for later. Sheathing Hyourinmaru, the white-haired foreigner flung open the door to the hall, carrying both Harry and Ron.
"RAYNAULSKI!" Screeched the young teen, gun in one hand, switchblade in the other. From afar, the man ahead only watched in amusement, before disappearing into the midst of the forest. The other followed without hesitation.
He landed in a small clearing, nothing but dead trees surrounding him, the quickly falling night making it even harder to see. "Raynaulski! Stop hiding and get the fuck out here!" Shouta shouted angrily, fury darkening his scowl all the more. "I SAID, SHOW YOURSELF!" A blur wound its way through the trees and towards the clearing, heading straight for the brunette. He barely had any time to react, shooting almost blindly at the shadow.
Blood flew as a bullet grazed what must have been a shoulder, but seconds later, a sword shot out of nowhere, knocking the gun away, and somewhere into the darkness. Upon leaving his hands, it transformed midair back into the black ring, and disappearing from sight. The switchblade found its way into his right hand, where he effectively blocked what would have been a fatal attack. It continued like this, as a blade appeared and disappeared and appeared again out of the darkness, each time Shouta barely dodging or blocking it.
After the foreigner lost track of the time, the sword tip hit the switchblade dead on, knocking it away. The breath left him as he was knocked on his back, and onto the ground. Holding him down with a blade to the throat, was Raynaulski.
"You're getting better, boy, but it's not good enough." The man smiled coldly, his eyes reminding Shouta of his favorite kill. The one back in a small town, where a mother of four was brutally murdered. "If you don't improve soon, I might have to give you some 'motivation'. It seemed to work for quite awhile the first time, didn't it? Unless, of course, you've forgotten. If that's the case, you won't be the only one getting hurt." These words echoed threateningly as the man disappeared, leaving a breathless teen laying on the ground.
It began to rain, as Shouta curled into himself, lying on his side. Then he did something he hadn't done in a long time. He cried.
Watching the unconscious boys dully, Hitsugaya sighed, slumping down in his chair. His eyes wandered from the clean infirmary to the rain-splattered outdoors, windows misted from the cold. Reluctantly, he took out the letter, doing his best to ignore the blood. It had no return address or addressee of any sort, only his name in Japanese. Slowly tearing it open, he read the contents hidden inside.
'Hello, Histugaya.
I know you remember me. It's been a long time. How is Momo doing?
I'm sure you're wondering why you've received this. Do you remember
the little 'incident' with Central 46? It just so happens that my recent
companion here has helped me to acquire a very… special technique.
Being in a school full of wizards, I'm sure you know what I mean. The
Killing Curse, they call it. Have you seen it used yet? It is quite effective.
Very useful, really. With some tweaks, I've made a similar spell of my own.
This one, however, focuses on slow psychological pain. The details will be
a surprise. And the dementors will be a special treat to the Head Captain.
I would tell you when I'm planning to do this, but I don't find it necessary.
I would love to see your reaction when you return to the Soul Society to
find everything in shambles.'
The handwriting was all too familiar, and he could hear the voice of the speaker resounding cruelly in his head, slowly torturing him. Scowling, he crumpled up the paper, throwing it across the room. He then noticed something that had fallen out of the envelope. Upon picking it up, he found that it was a photo. The picture consisted of Central 46, after they had been murdered. Written on the picture in the same handwriting, was a short note: 'Sorry I missed your birthday this year. Here's a belated present.'
"…Aizen, you bastard."