Guess who's back- back again. Yeah, I know, I know, 'You haven't updated in almost a month!' Well deal with it- I'm here now, so shut your pie-hole and read the chapter. I still do not own any of the content of Bleach, nor do I own any(Except the Narrator of this story!) of the OC's.
"Yo- you know that fucking hurts, and you stabbed FFLL Number 77!" I complained as he withdrew his blade and I wiped some blood off my lip and licked the rest clean.
Hey- a guy's gotta get iron in his diet somehow. Even though the blood belonged to me so in essence it shouldn't work like that but does anyway.
Because Hollow logic..
"Ah, I always greet you that way, quit your whinin'." The man behind me told me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and flicked the blood off his steel blade with the other. "Yeah- why do you think I got to a number as high as 77?" I asked rhetorically as I shoved him off and faced him.
He was fairly average height, 5'10, with pale skin and black hair done emo style(He even just did a hair flip to prove my point!) with a few strands covering his left eye. He had a black t-shirt under an equally black jacket hat had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He also had on black skinny jeans(Which I always cringe at whenever I have to look below his waist-) and black dress shoes.
Zephyr was- what I feared most in this world- a Yaoi fangirls wet dream(Though seeing as how it's a Yaoi fangirl, there won't be much moistness- Ha!). He was a Bishounen.
Cue my shudder as I looked over my shoulder to see if the fangirls had formed yet.
But he wasn't just some regular girls fantasy- he was what I in the biz call a "Morpher".
What was a morpher? Well, in our Universe, we have life changing currency called "Shards". These little buggers, alone, aren't useful(Expensive as hell though, as I've had to go to the Hoomahn world in disguise and sell my organs to the black market more than once- got a neat keychain though for continuing to go there for all my purchases and selling of important things in the body though.)- get enough of them together though, then go to Lsmjudoka(People call him Lsm for short- I prefer Judoka-Kun-San-Senpai-Koi-Sensei though.) and you could change whatever you want about yourself. Name, face(Got an ugly mug? Make it a slightly less ugly mug!... Even he has limits on what he can do with what he has to work with-), body(Wanna be the other gender for a day?... Or 100- you got the right place.), even your soul can be changed with these things- though, there are massive side effects to doing that, so I tend to avoid doing any of those things.
Side effects? Your personality will no doubt be erased to fit your new soul, your body goes through similar changes most of the time to fit the new Resurreccion or Bankai you get, and the most obvious one to point out- your soul could either erased completely, in turn allowing you to become Mortal once again and becoming a Hoomahn in the process, or(Depending on what race you are to begin with-) you will be allowed to be purified and sent to Soul Society to become a Shinigami, or become so filled with hatred, you unlock Hollow powers, forgo anything that has to deal with Shinigami, and become a Hollow residing in Hueco Mundo then.
Like I said- massive changes.
I myself have only undergone changes using these shards once- though my soul has been tampered with a total of three times( My first time was by force- just like the first time I had sex!) . How? That's a story for another day, but as for now-
"Because you let yourself get stabbed, burned, clawed, and otherwise maimed on a daily basis." He deadpanned. "Honestly, everyone thinks you love it with the way you're doing it so much." I couldn't exactly deny that it happens daily- but I most certainly do not enjoy it.
Ever have your intestines cut from your stomach and then wrapped around your neck as your opponent stabs his sword through your leg so you can't get up?
Me neither- friend had it happen to him once however. Though there was that one time I was being interrogated back when I was but an Arranar and the interrogators decided to peel off my fingernails meticulously and shove them in my mouth, making me chew them before they chopped off both my thumbs and did the same thing as my fingernails.
Wasn't the best night's sleep is what I'm saying.
"Get to the point of why you're here already- I have bitches to fuck and tea to douse on fires that karrie made." I deadpanned. "Oh, I just thought you would like the chance to handle Goman before I sound the alert to the whole race." He said as he took out a nail file from… I'm guessing his ass and started filing away. I raised a brow.
"And you're not doing so because?" I rolled my hand in a 360 as I skeptically questioned him. He blinked and looked at me like I was stupid(Which is totally not true- I took a hoomahn IQ test before and got a 1- the best possible score one can get, because 1 is the best ranking out of everything, as anyone knows.). "Because I just got this face and I don't feel like ruining it on that beast." The way he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world made me want to high-5 him for commitment.
In the face.
With a chair.
Twice.
"Yeah yeah- what are the coordinates?" After he gave me the location, I immediately jetted out of there.
I didn't want to stay there too long in his presence for fear that I would soon start to vomit up glittering rainbows.
I should probably explain what the hell a Goman was( Was it evil? Was it powerful? Was it a pastry? Yes to all those things.). The Shinigami and the Hollows each had a creature that appeared once every so often that, when fought and beaten, the Souls that fought it get a small boost in power, and receive points that go to there Fraccion(Or Squad, if you're a filthy Shinigami- which I am not.) that allows the Fraccion to buy boosts in training for the Fraccion members( So say if I was to stab a worthless Hollow in the head, I would get more out of it than I normally would without that boost- Not that I go around stabbing small Hollows or anything… Don't judge me-). We called these things "Race Bosses", because the things seemed to be our actual respective races- release and all. Which is why I was on my way there now- not for the points( Though stealing the points away from other Fraccion's is usually a pastime of mine, I'm not here for that right now.), but to test out just how strong I had gotten.
As soon as I got there, though, people were already engaged in combat with it(Damn- and here I was looking forward to it ripping my arm off and slapping me with it while it was at full power.). Looking closer, the two were revealed to be Tsuna(No, not tuna, last time I asked he got really pissed for some reason- I mean, tuna is great. Don't know why you wouldn't want to be called something so tasty-) and Suoh(People like referring to him as Suho though, on account of him believing in Sandy Klaws even after he turned 180- but definitely not because he was a man whore. Nope.)
Suoh was your typical 'Bad Boy', complete with spiky, dark red hair, blood red t-shirt, black leather coat, black skinny jeans, convers, and of course, a voice that makes anyone wet.
Doesn't matter if it was in a grown woman's panties, or on the face of the douche that he was directly spitting in the face of.
He made everyone wet.
Tsuna was garbed differently from when I had last seen him, so he apparently wasted shards to change his look and name(Not that he ever seemed to run out of those damn things- the lucky prick.), as he was now garbed in an entirely black outfit befitting a ninja.
With a red cape.
If that doesn't spell fruity, I need a proper Japanese lesson.
Or whatever the hell it is I am speaking at this point.
The only reason I knew it was Tsuna was the fact that the eye part of his head wasn't covered, allowing me to see his dark skin. Now normally, that isn't a very good indicator of who someone is, but what with the perpetual night, most of us Hollows are pale freaks that hiss at the sunlight when we do find some.
The two were currently going at it on Goman, both unreleased(Because early on, not releasing against it will in turn not allow it to release against the fighter, and that is a bigger bonus than actually releasing and having it release alongside you, with a lot more power behind it's transformation.), and both fairly beat up at this point in the fight.
Goman didn't look too worse for wear, but it was fairly good at hiding if it was injured or weak from years of experience, so for all I know, one puff of air could be enough to topple it over.
Not that it'd let you close enough to even wipe it's ass with a 20 foot pole-
"Alright boys- play time's over! Step aside, and watch the master handle this." I told them as I started to crack my knuckles and walk over to Goman. "Oh yeah- just like that one time we all let you go at it alone and it ended up taking off each individual finger you had, seared off the skin and muscle, and used the bones as toothpicks after it ate your liver and kidneys!" That was a rough patch in my career- well, if you count eating endless amounts of souls and taking down a filthy, bigoted race as a career, anyways.
"This time is different, Tuna-" "It WAS Tsuna, you little prick, but I changed it to Nightwing now, so show some respect." "Ya, ya, whatever you say, Boy Wonder-" I waved him off as Suoh had to restrain him from coming after my head.
Which one, I'll let you decide.
"You know that any single one Hollow going after Goman- even with him weakened- is suicide, Mu. Why would you want to try now? Does it have something to do with me not being able to sense your energy… Or does it have to do with last time?" Damn Suoh bringing that back up- Goman rips my balls off ONCE and people just automatically assume that's why I always want to fight Goman alone now!
Given, every other time I've wanted to WAS because of that, it doesn't mean every time is why damn it!
"No, no- okay yes, but he has it coming to him!" Que me childishly pointing at the bastard. "And it's not like this doesn't benefit you, either, as if I really DON'T kill it, I will still be weakening it further for you to beat it in my stead." Of course he took the deal-
Fighting Goman was a bitch!
"That still doesn't convince me enough to not fight it too, dipshit." "I glanced at Tsuna. "You get to watch it beat the shit out of me."
He couldn't have pulled out a lawn chair and popcorn any faster than he just did even with my speed.
So that left just me, and the walking definition of 'Emo' over there.
The reason I say emo, is because of a few reasons.
Number 1- It's outfit befits that of someone who walks around not caring how shitty he looks, with green hair done in an emo style, with a strand covering it's left eye, and an entirely white, bone armor covering the rest of the body.
Number 2- It obviously enjoys pain, as no matter how many times we've maimed the bastard, it won't fucking stay away from us!
And Number 3- It has a 5 foot pole up it's own ass(I blame this pole for the reason it won't let other poles around it- it gets jealous of the size of others very easily.).
"Alright lanky, pasty, and broody- time to get your face smashed in!" At least, that was the plan- if it hadn't grabbed my fist before I could hit it and threw me into the sand.
Had my mouth open, too.. Tasted like how Dormammu's breath smelled- unpleasant.
Growling, I picked myself up and went in for a spin-kick, which was blocked by it's left forearm, before I used the momentum of the kick to lift my other leg into the air and smash it's head into the ground, then wobbled away from the impact site of the crater.
I now know the reasoning behind calling someone dense headed- that thing broke favorite fucking leg!
Healing it wouldn't have been too much of a problem, but the prick decided to get back up, rush in at me, grab the damn same leg it had just broke(Even if I was the one that kicked him- all semantics.) and pulled me in for an uppercut-
That proceeded right into my crotch.
Needless to say, I wasn't reproducing any little Hollow babies ever again. Not that I ever have to begin with- but you get my point.
At least now I won't have to worry about contraception- whatever that is. I just read a hoomahn dictionary once and liked the way it sounded.
Blinking and standing up, I noticed I was several hundred feet away from Goman, and went back in the game(Not before I watched the video sent to me by Fruity showing me sitting in the fetal position, covering my groin and whispering words like 'It's okay' and 'It'll never hurt you again'- prick.).
Now, I could go on and regale you of my… Oh so glorious, battle(Which didn't totally end up with me having all my bones broken, limbs detached from my body, organs spread out from my body that vaguely looked like 'Goman' if looked at from a certain angle, and needing genital replacement surgery- not at aaaaaaall.), but I am lazy.
So just imagine me standing over a pile of dead bodies, shirt off showing my amazing bod as I stab a sword through Goman's chest as dozens of women try to get my attention from the bottom of the mound.
Grumbling as I got out of the Fraccion 10 infirmary, I decided now would be an excellent time to make myself scarce(Sorely tempted to go and deal with Fruity sending me all the photos of my mangled body- I mean my glorious victory, but that could take a back seat for now.) and headed towards the Hoomahn world.
Making it there was a piece of cake(Other than the constant jabs at me through Mundospace about my unconscious face with a dick drawn on my cheek heading(Not a fucking pun!) towards my mouth- again, sorely tempted to go sort THAT out, but I digress.), but figuring out how to get to the place HE told me about was another story.
I could pull a karrie and set fire to everything, but with it raining(No, I CAN'T set fire to the rain, despite popular belief… Damn pop culture-) it would seem weird to the hoomahns for it not to be going out, so that was out(Also the fact that I would have Shinigami on me so fast, I wouldn't even be able to pucker my anus before they were on me like flies to shit-). I could go around, building to building, searching for what I was looking for- but I'm hella lazy, so that was also out. Not many things I could do here to get what I wanted, and not cause massive amounts of chaos and distortion(So basically the fun way was out- damn.).
"Hey, Setsumei-" Seems like I was lost more in thought than I had thought if Suoh(Or any Espada really-) was able to sneak up on me. Even gave up more of my name too(How does that work if I'm the one writing the story? Very simple, really- um, uuuuuuuh, shut up, that's why.). Oh well, might as well give up my name, if everyone is just going to keep calling me by it, then(Not like you know what I look like anyway- Mwahahaha!).
My full name is Mu Setsumei Uxukie- though I have a plethora of names that people call me by-
Loser, ScrubLord, MooMoo, MooMoo-Senpai(Only called me that once- I will forever try to remember who said it, because I for the life of me don't remember who did.), Shitkeeper, UxUgly, FateeFateeGumbalatie(Not even fat- more anorexic if anything.), and so many others that I don't remember half of them(If they weren't good, original, or crazy, I didn't remember them.)
Not many good ones as you can tell.
Anyway- "Yeah? What do you want?" "You seen Oracion around lately?" That was a stupid question- "Yeah, I saw her just yesterday." Suoh didn't seem to like that answer. "I was afraid of that- Afro said that was the last time he had seen her, too." "So? It hasn't even been 24 hours-" "He also said that was the first time he had seen her in over a month."
Okay, that was news. I had only just recently rejoined the 10 force(Week, maybe 10 days-) So not seeing her until recently wasn't really that much of an issue to me. But apparently it was to everyone else-
"How does the King lose track of one of the most POWERFUL Hollows he has in his army?!" That was like a fat kid not seeing a fucking candy store in his neighborhood that's been there for years- it just doesn't happen. "We don't know." He shook his head. "She's not the only one, though." Not the only one? The fuck-
"Let me see the list-" I took the paper from him and read who was missing. "Oracion, Kayo, karrie... The fuck?" I whispered to myself. At once, I could tell the similarities between all of them.
For one thing, they were all chicks(Hot chicks at that-), another thing was they were all Espada at one point, or held similar seats of power, and last, the most important thing-
I had seen them all over the last 24 hours.
Fuck.
Flashback(Because I feel like it!)!
"Ow." I said as I woke up in the Fraccion 10 Medical Bay. It was a slightly above average sized room, complete with a walk in bathroom, white walls(Which I hated- don't get me wrong, I like the color white, but when it comes to white walls, I can't stop myself from being racist and saying 'White Power'-), a dozen beds, and curtains everywhere to give some semblance of privacy to the patients(Not that it helped when you can literally see the silhouette of everything behind them… Which I abuse every time we have Fraccion check-ups.). Nothing too fancy, as the Fraccion's spent more room on important things, like Training Rooms and Quarters for Hollows inside the Barracks- it's why the Fraccions were thinking of building an actual Medical House somewhere within Hueco Mundo.
I agreed with that, only because it's better than just all that sand(That tastes horrible, as I've learned from experience-) sitting there and doing nothing.
I'm the only one allowed to do that here!
"Fucking, Goman-" I grunted as I stood up off the bed I was placed in. Looking down confirmed I was wrapped almost head to toe in gauze.
Most heavily around my crotch though, to my immense annoyance.
I didn't like the color of the gauze though, so I just started to unwrap myself- though the fact that when I unwrapped my stomach blood started bursting out made me pause in unwrapping the rest. Why was my stomach still cut open?
Strange, my healing usually fixes me up by now.
Except that one time with Zangetsu's homemade ale- not even my regeneration could save Original Favorite Left Kidney number 8.
Tying myself back up, I heard footsteps approaching the bay, which I thought nothing of as I continued to ponder the serious issue here-
"What am I going to have for Lunch?"
The most critical question of anyone, ever. By far.
Though I decided to see who was at the door when it opened, and was surprised to see Kayo of all people(Not so much because she wasn't even apart of Fraccion 10, but because she was a grill. Walking in here- for me(Or I think for me, if the fact that there is no other person here beside me is reliable enough to go by.).) walk in.
Pasty white, about 5'4, brown hair done in four separate pigtails, two at the side of her head, two at the back, long sleeved white shirt going past her wrists, covering a portion of her hands, with a pink and white pencil skirt going to mid thigh.. She had black tights going to a little above her knees, with equally black high heels. Strapped to her waist was her swords sheath, which made me more than a little apprehensive-
Because who the fuck brings a sword to a god damn Medical Bay other than to cause harm of the bodily kind?
"What brings you here, Kayo?" Couldn't hurt to ask, as at the very least, it might be a misunderstanding.
But the way she drew her sword and tried to pin me to the bed with it proved otherwise.
Of course, I dodged it, not wanting in the very least to be pinned to anything with a sword when I apparently wasn't fully healed. But not seeing my sword anywhere in site, made that possibility a reality(And also made me suspicious, as I never NOT have my sword on me- even when knocked unconscious.). "You really have a death wish, don't ya?" I asked her while ducking under a horizontal slice. She just remained silent as she tried to pierce my gut.
You heard her, folks- silence always means yes… Unless they are unconscious- then you need a parental sign off!
Swatting her sword away, I grabbed her by her throat and flipped her into the bed behind me, breaking it in the process. Never say Uncle MooMoo doesn't like things a little rough. Lifting up my fist, I was going to punch her in the face(Numerous times, I assure you-) but she shot out her leg and hit my already damaged precious cargo.
And it was already labeled 'Damaged- no further damage can be sustained, lest it break!'
"Bitch!" I hissed as I lowered to the ground, clutching my jewels(And Pearls-) as she flipped off the bed and lifted up her sword.
Damn, didn't get too good a panty shot from that.
"Animate, Sueños de Marcha!" She said firmly, her sword vanishing in particles of light, only to conjoin back into a baton the length of her arm, with a gold knob like ornament on the op, with wings made out of what could only be light sticking out of the sides. But the sword wasn't the only thing to change, as Kayo's hair apparently grew a little more, and she sprouted brown bat-like wings, which was accompanied by a similarly colored monkey tail.
I didn't know what the fuck it was doing there, it just was there.
Not like I cared about any of that though, as she was FUCKING DEAD WHEN I GOT HER!
She had to pay me back in full for the jewels she broke, anyway.
"I'm going to enjoy toying with you, you little minx-" I growled as I leapt and clawed her across the face.
Or what I thought was her face.
I hated these types of releases- illusion based ones. Her appearance wasn't for show- she behaved more like a bat then she would like to admit. That includes being mostly deaf, but with the added bonus of sonar that every bat possesses. Unlike regular bats, though, her sonar has the ability of illusion- which she usually uses to make dreams a reality for her foes, allowing her to better fight while they are lowering their guard and distracted, hence the name of her Resurreccion.
But enough of the lesson- and onto more pressing matters!
Like figuring the fuck out where she actually was and ripping her limbs apart until every single ligament is torn from her body!
Bit much? It's never enough when someone fucking hits me in the sack!
And not the good kind of sack, either!
"You're little illusions aren't enough to fool me, Minx." I said as I swatted away an illusion of a hot chick in nothing but her undergarments-
Normally, that would work- but considering my other head is broke, and the only functional one I had was screeching bloody murder, it wasn't going to this time.
Halting in another advance towards a similarly dressed Oracion(You can bet I'm committing this all to memory-), I took a step back and sliced my hand behind me, grinning in satisfaction when a Kayo with a small cut on her cheek appeared, then just as quickly disappeared.
It's a hard thing to keep up an illusion on someone with more than 10 times your own Reiatsu and also stay hidden… Even if said person's control was absolute shit from just getting it and couldn't access most of the energy.
Grinning like a loon, I went around the room, attacking at random intervals, but each being rewarded with a solid hit against kayo, who was slowly looking more and more like a pulp then before. Deciding to give her some form of mercy, I completely missed the next jab at her person, allowing her to get behind me and smack me in the head with her baton, but then grabbed said weapon(Which in turn erased the illusion of a very steamy lesson from Oracion-Sensei, heheh-) and shot out a kick for behind me, sending her flying while I kept her weapon on me.
While I liked all the half-naked women, it hurt to get a boner with my injuries.
"Well, well, well- what have we here?" I spoke to her while twirling her own baton in my hand. "A poor innocent girl seems to be lost- and in my neck of the woods to boot!" If it could, my grin turned even more outright insane. "I hope you know what comes next, little girl!" I walked closer to her, not entirely sure she could understand what I was saying. But from the way she was shivering while curling up into herself, she did.
Wow. Way to make me look like the dick, here…
Sighing, I played it down a little. "Look, I'm not gonna do anything that bad to ya, just wanted to make you pay for kicking me in the balls like you were jealous of them… Though you seem to have a pair yourself for actually doing that-" I muttered to myself. "Here, you can take your Sueños back now." I held it out for her to take. She sniffed, looking too scared to take it. Oh Jesus Christ-
"I'm not gonna harm you, alright?" I put on my best smile(I picture it looked something like Mandy from Grim Adventures gave from the way Kayo recoiled at it-) and she hesitantly reached out to take it.
"See? I'm not evil."'That much-' I thought the last part to myself as she finally grabbed it. "Okay, now you just-" "Sueño Técnica: Realismo." It was barely above a whisper.
The curses I started to let fly, weren't.
Flashback END(Not so much a cliffhanger, more so the fact that the rest contains spoilers for newer chapters yet to be released… Gotta keep the masses entertained somehow-)!
Phew.
Hated talking in Italics(Makes me feel like I was talking in an accent- and a fairly bad one, as well.).
But, like I was saying- they figure out I had contact with them over the last few hours, I can kiss my ass goodbye.
Because it'd be fucked.
Up the ass.
With the biggest blackest dick you could find.
"Hm. they are all females." Yes- say the obvious! It makes me look stupid, and people NEVER suspect the stupid!
"Yes, yes they are-" Suoh spoke to me in a voice one saves for a child or an exceptionally slow person(I'm either Both or Neither- hard to decide.). "Have you seen any of the other people on this list recently? We can't find them or anyone that's seen them recently." "Nope."
Deny , deny, deny-
"You sure?" "Nope."
Deny, deny, deny-
"Well, that being said, Oracion left this letter, and it's addressed to you. No one could open it- though considering it's Oracion, not very surprising. Not sure you'll have any better luck, but, here." "Nope."
Deny, deny, deny- wait, what?
"So, you don't want it? Cause if not, it's basically garbage." Suoh scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "No, no, sorry, just… Zoned out a bit- let me see it." Bidding goodbye to him, I went on ahead to an abandoned building.
"... A letter, huh? From Oracion, no less-" I was no small fact Oracion hated handwriting- if she ever wanted to say something, it was usually through her fists or on a rant to some poor weak Hollow. So getting a letter, of all things, made me a bit skeptical about who it was actually from, and what the contents were.
Though I suppose I would know for sure once I figured out how to open the damn thing!
Looking it over gave me no results, as there was nothing out of the ordinary with it- just a plain old envelope that was 'licked' closed. I'm skeptical it was licked closed, because he bugger wouldn't open-
For all I know, she sealed it with her damn- ehem, sorry, getting off topic here.
Even adding Reiatsu(Which, sometimes, Souls use to make sure certain things don't get intercepted by enemies, like sex toys… Never going through Fraccion 2's mail again-) didn't work, so I was stumped for a solution. Though if she really was looking for me, I could just wander the city until she comes to find me.
She never was a patient person- evident from that one time she broke into a Hoomahn mall the day before Christmas, just because she had to wait literally 60 seconds to get in.
The manager was right next to the door looking for the keys to open it, damn it!
Walking out of the building, I started to take a walk around the city- kills two birds with one stone, because she would eventually find me, and I could try to find what I was looking for.
I am so S-M-R-T.
Though walking around was kind of boring me(Plus I was acting like a weak Hoomahn who couldn't scour the whole city in a minute flat, which pissed me off-) so I decided to take to the skies and calm my mind.
A lot had happened in the last day or so since I met Him. My increase in power, Hollow's with massive pull in Hueco Mundo going missing(My subsequent genital transplant-), and the obviously most important-
My first kiss(Don't judge me- I can gloat all I want! A hot girl kissed me!... Albeit, a psychotic Hollow who apparently was kidnapped, or went rogue against my entire race- but it was a hot girl none the less!).
Totally going in the scrapbook as best day ever(Was I really going to keep a scrapbook? Nah, that wouldn't be heterosexual at all- so I'm going to call my pimp moments book… So it will only have one entry- but I'm sure there will be more moments added to it!... God am I lonely.).
"Seem pretty deep in thought." A deep voice behind me said.
Glancing back, I could tell it was a Captain(Not sure of which squad, as I couldn't see the back of the Haori they wear.) and from the looks of it, one I didn't know. Which is rather shocking, as I don't not know many of the Captains of Soul Society.
He was sitting down right behind me and to the side, allowing me to see him without moving my head, so I couldn't exactly tell how tall he was, but he was certainly at least 6 foot if he was still towering over me even with both of us sitting down. He was also ripped- with his Haori being sleeveless and the robe- thing(It looked like a robe, but was held together from the hips up by red strings or wire in an 'X' formation, numerous amounts of them holding the robe closed, along with a red sash on his hips.) also not having sleeves. On his feet were regular shoes, but directly above them were light blue shin braces with lace tied around the length, each end also being topped off with white fur. He had the same kind of braces on his forearms, except without the fur and in a darker color. He had long silvery white hair, with the bangs just covering his eyes as well.
All in all, he could look like a badass to most, and strike fear into plenty.
I wasn't one of those people.
"I feel like I should know you, Captain." I told him as I sat atop the same building I had been for the past couple minutes, taking my eyes off him again to look out at the city. "Enryu." So a name to the face(That I couldn't see-), eh? Though the name did sound familiar- Squad 5's Captain, if I wasn't mistaken. "So what brings you down to the Bayou's, Captain-Sama?" I asked rhetorically. "Nothing much- enjoying the scenery, if anything." The sun was setting, meaning the day(At least for this world-) was ending.
"Hm. Yes, it is rather nice, for a view anyway."
I wasn't entirely sure how long we just sat there, staring at the sun(I know it was long enough for me to have gone legally blind if I didn't have massive healing prowess, though-), but by the time I came back to reality, the sun was just about set, and we were both still just sitting there.
Oh, yeah. "Hey, I have a question." Now this is where I had to be careful- talking about this delicate matter would upset the balance of power even more than it already was. Couldn't have the Soul Society knowing that we were missing some very powerful repellents for an Invasion-
"I may or may not answer, depending on the question." He told me slowly. Now how to format this question- "Have you seen the Espada of 10- we were playing hide and seek with a few other Hollows, and I can't seem to find any of them."
Hide and Seek- I am so intelligent.
The change was instantaneous- one minute I was casually asking the smartest formatted question in either afterlife, the next I was being choked like a bitch and pinned to the roof of the building by the guy who looked fairly docile.
Even if he was built like a rhino.
"Look, I know people can get into some weird shit- I myself hold a special place in my heart for fox girls in bikinis squirting each other with water(Don't ask-), but usually I ask people before I try to fulfill my depraved fantas- Ah!"
God damn it! Favorite Fucking Left Arm!
As I cradled my now broken arm, he chose to smash my head further into the building. "You damn Hollows, trying to cover this up as some sort of game?!" He didn't look at all pleased, which made me wonder what the hell we were doing as I sat on the building.
I can only hope that kadaj didn't do something to their Barracks again(Though I kind of wish he would, as making all the toilets spit out water anytime they were flushed was absolutely amazing- the shrink wrap over the toilets in the first place were also a nice touch.).
"Look, FFLA did nothing to you, and neither did my neck, so why don't you just ease-" He once again shoved my head further into the roof. "SHUT UP!" Yeash, he sounded aggrevated. "I am SICK-" He punched my head into the building even more- "- of you go, damn, SICKO'S-" Once again punched in the back of the head- "- making up such perverted EXCUSES FOR YOUR ACTIONS!" I decided to actually catch the punch this time, and threw him over the side of the building.
"Fuckin' Hell, mate-" I went into a kneeling position and wiped the blood from me mouth."Bloomin' hell- wanker gone done messed up me noggin', he did!"
Bangers and mash, that wouldn't do!
"One right up th' side a me cranial cavity, should be enough-" I muttrd as me fist went on a collision course with my head-
BANG
"Ah, much better." I said to myself as I rubbed the spot where a lump formed from me hitting myself.
Beats being British any day-
"Gah!" I had to quickly dodge the jab that had come from above by flipping backwards. "I didn't even do anything!" 'This time-' I thought that last part to myself as I had to duck under a swing from the same prick's sword and then clasped the blade in between my two hands, causing a stand still.
I didn't know where he pulled that thing from(So I'm just going to assume it came from where everything else anybody ever pulled their swords from- their ass.) but it would seem he got it, indicating I wasn't going to be leaving here without a fight. We both jumped away from each other soon though.
"It is a long katana-"(Cough, Cough compensating Cough Cough-)"-with a dark red hilt, and black colored blade. The crossguard is a rectangular octagon-" Um, is he seriously describing his sword… Right now? "-with wavy lines stretching out from the center to the rim of the crossguard with dashed lines and circles in between them." Yes. Yes he is. "Upon release, this Zanpakuto takes on an ornamental design-" And now he's describing his released sword- which he hasn't even shown yet. "-becoming a double edged blade with the kanji for "Death" on it's sides." No- really? A death god with the kanji for DEATH on his blade? Not possible- "This sword controls the fate of all Mortal Beings." He-He realizes we're all dead, right?
"Immortalize, Samonji." Wait, shit! I let him release!
His fucked up way of distracting me worked!
"Like hell I'm going to let you-" Shit. He already finished.
I guess I am letting him.
Taking out my own sword, I moved forward to combat him. He dodged my slice, and parried my jab with his own, sending me back as he charged into my personal bubble and went to take off my arm-
First he get's into my bubble, and now he wants my arm?! Unacceptable!
Growling, I shoved his blade away with my Reiasu enhanced hand(Still received a rather nasty cut on it though-) and clawed a his face. Unlike earlier in the day, this attack hit, and temporarily blinded him in his right eye.
Blind spot, here I come!
Using Sonido, I appeared on his right hand side, and aimed a punch at his face. Predictably, he was able to block that strike, but not my other as I slashed at his abdomen with my sword, causing him to wince and shoulder me in the stomach, sending me further away from him. Hm, I might have to release at this rate, because I doubt he'll underestimate my capabilities again- ah well, I'll figure it out if when I get to the point where I do have to release!
"Let's go, sons of ass-" I taunted him as I went in with a flurry of slashes, barely letting him up a all, not allowing him to go on the offensive. Well, at least with his sword, as he can apparently use it ONE HANDED!
"Bakudo 44: Sekisho!" Damn it, now there's a barrier between me and my target. I tried to slash my way through, but it is fairly sturdy, so a simple sword slash won't be able to break it- shit, I need to figure out something fast, or else he's going to finish that stupid chant of his, and I don't want to figure out just which spell he's gonna use!
For all I know, it could be some kind of ball seeker- and I just fixed my old ones!
"I let you release- but I ain't letting you do whatever it is you want to do behind that stupid thing!" Charging up as much reiatsu as I could get(And handle-), I formed it in the shape of a Cero. "Taste this, Filth- La Pesadilla de la Bóveda!" Finally done, I sent the violet colored Reishi bomb at the barrier, in hopes of it breaking and frying the person inside.
Instead, it hit the barrier, but after a couple seconds, it fired right back at me. "Shit!" I yelled as I barely dodged it by sidestepping. But I wasn't done yet! As soon as it looked like the blast would just fly off into the distance, a dome of my Reishi popped up and sent the blast flying straight back into the barrier.
This went on for about a minute, the blast ricocheting off the barrier, only to be sent back by the dome into barrier(And one time singeing the hair off my head-). Soon enough, though, the cero started to shake and become unstable, which is about the same time my dome shattered when it imploded in on itself.
"That ought to have gotten him." Talking to yourself-
Never get's old, kids.
But, just to make sure, I decided to use Pesquisa to make sure I did the job right.
Of course I didn't.
"Bakudo 99: Kin!" Oh look- the strongest Bakudo spell.
Joy.
As soon as that was said, black cloth was wrapped around everything from my mouth down(Damn- now how am I supposed to make oh-so witty comebacks?). Then I was soon dragged down onto the ground below me as gray slabs were pressed down into the clothes, grounding me(But daddy, I don't want to go to the floor!).
"Bakudo 99: Bankin! Shiyuu!" Oh boy- he's wasn't pulling any punches here. Holding out his hand with his palm forward, he gripped his right wrist with his left hand, and suddenly, even more cloth(I feel like I'm a runway model- minus the model part.) came from his apparent ass and wrapped itself around my body too. "Hyakurensan!" Iron bolts came from nowhere- again(Seriously, it's like his specialty to pull things from his ass.), to pierce me right through the arms, legs, and neck, making me crouch from it all. "Bankin Taihou!" If I wasn't completely against the ground before, I was now when a massive friggin' rock slammed on the top of my back.
Talk about your BDSM-
He started walking towards me(I started to take inventory. Best case scenery, he lets me off with a warning and a spank to my rear for being 'Naughty'- Worst case scenery, I have to start taking one up the butthole.) slowly, deliberately taking his time to get to me(Oh god, he's savoring it!). "I don't care if you are a Peacekeeper-" Yep.
Someone's getting raped tonight.
"What you Hollow's did was disgusting-" Once again, I have absolutely no clue what Shirly here is talking about- "And you all need to repent for your sins." What- by giving him a quick BJ? "And I can only think of one to do that-" He slowly started to move his hand downward(Holy shit, I was just kidding when I said I was going to get raped!) to reach his Zanpakuto(Oh thank god.).
But I was soon on edge when he prepared to hold the butt of his sword to my forehead.
He wouldn't dare…
"Yes- I can see the recognition in your eyes… It is, indeed, Konso." Okay- while that was disconcerting(He'd be getting such an ass kicking when he contacted the superiors-), didn't explain why he was using it(Or attempting to use it, as last time I checked, I was a Hollow, not a Plus-). "You might be thinking 'Well, that's all well and good, but I'm a Hollow, jack-ass'-" Huh.
That was exactly what I was thinking.
"-Well, Hollow scum, this isn't an ordinary Konso- it's the Jaakuna Tamashī no Maisō." Huh- massive name for something that was probably a dud. "And you're probably thinking it's a dud- well, just take a look." Taking out his electronic, he turned it into it's T.V. setting and made me watch it.
It was a recording in a small room, bereft of any light, save a small lightbulb over the head of some small Hollow(Couldn't tell who it was-), barely lighting it's frame, though it was complete with a mask and all I could tell. Then, a rather lanky Shinigami came up to said Hollow, and yelled rather loudly(Probably so those who watched the recording could know what it was he was working on-), "Jaakuna Tamashī no Maisō!" What came next both made me want to vomit, and want to literally erase any Shinigami I saw in the vicinity at the time(Which was just the douche- so sorry about what I'm going to do to ya when I get out of these restraints- wait, no I'm not!). When the butt end of the bastards sword reached the Hollows forehead, it started screaming bloody murder- the mask on it's face was actually melting off it's head, and the hole on the middle of it's chest looked like it was trying to close itself forcibly, and looked like it was very painfully doing so, at an agonizingly slow rate. It went on for another 5 minutes or so, before the Hollow looked like(What I'm assuming-) what it did as Plus, and the regular process went on with what a regular Konso was supposed to do, except his Hollow went to Hell instead of back to the Rukongai(And something was telling me, that Hollow should have went to the Rukongai, but that little technique had something to do with that-).
I was trying to glare a hole into the douche-bags head at this point(And failing, sadly- if only I were released…), when he finally shut off the video. "As you can see, it works perfectly well against Hollows, and if you were even more observant, you might know why that Hollow was sent to Hell-" Well, bastard answered that little problem. "And you can moan and bitch all you want about how Konsos or anything of the like have been forbidden from being used on Hollows, but, well- I don't really care right now, given what had just occurred hours before." Not like I knew what went down- but please, continue, your douchiness. "And I might get in trouble for doing this to a Peacekeeper, of all things, but I'm sure once they find out what happened, they'll find my reasons and actions justified." Doubt it- huh, I'm surprisingly calm for someone who is apparently about to be sent to Hell. Well, that might be because I have yet to really try to get out of my restraints, but still- "So say hello to the rest of your kind in Hell, Hollow-"
And now seemed like a good occasion to actually try to get out.
Snarling, I flared as much reiatsu as I could from my body, in the hopes of destroying the technique(You know- the way I usually get out of these things.) but was surprised to find that the only thing that changed was the rock on my back cracking a little on the bottom, and the bolts of iron moving out of my body a little bit.
"Not going to work- this technique is specifically made to hold things with massive amounts of reiatsu- you're not getting out of it." He made to draw his blade closer to my head. I closed my eyes.
Huh. So, this really is how things end- Six.
Pity. never wanted to die, nor be sent to Hell. Five.
Haven't done most of what I wanted to accomplish with the years ahead of me. Four.
Well, it's not like I will be missed anyway- not very popular… Especially with the ladies- who are my favorite gender. Three.
Didn't get to see what this power did for me in the end, either- it was more a curse than anything, shooting my control into oblivion for more reiatsu, isn't a very good trade off, as I've realized. Two.
Shit biscuit, the people reading this are the last to I'll ever communicate with- I could have done so much better! Oh well, better than no one, I suppose… Last time I died, it really WAS alone. Heh. Maybe I can repent for the sins I've made as a Hollow down there in the actual Hell. One.
Alright, why is this damn sword taking so damn long to fucking reach me- it's been six seconds alrea-dy… Opening my eyes revealed that the world had stopped, including the blade that was to be my executioner. Everything was also hued with a blue outline. Alright, that was new-
"Oh my- I didn't expect to have to intervene this early." And so was the voice that was right on top of the rock that was on my back- should have noticed from the way the rock weighs more than it did before.
"Are you saying I am fat?" And was apparently female from the way they actually cared about their weight-
Ow- well, she just stomped on the rock. There goes my Lumbar and Thoracic spinal bones.