MC: Hektor (Corbin) Wolff/Urufu Fubatsu
Zanpakutou: Yaban'na Ryōshi (Savage Hunter)
Shikai Incantation: Minagoroshi (Kill them all)
Ability Incantations: Sakeme (Rip and Tear), Satsubatsu (slice off), Satsujin (Murder), ShiNe (Die)
Bankai: Ten o Tsuranuku
Death is only the beginning.
It's a quote from a movie I came across once on my way to England on a flight. It was a pretty okay movie. It was called The Mummy. The plot was surrounding a few common folk's journey to force an ancient traitor back into the underworld. It gave me a perspective that maybe god does exist, but I'm not sure. It's a movie after all and nothing more.
During my trip my father tasked me to discuss business with a few key individuals in London, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Seoul, and Sydney. Being the son of a crime boss, adopted though, forced me to live up to his expectations and be of use in some way. I was a life hacker of course and used my skills to make… the flow of funds as smooth as humanly possible and not through a computer. It was a decent enough life and my part in business was interesting. I liked it, after a time.
The lives that were lost because of me weighed hard on my subconscious, but I got over it. I'm too fast and impatient to keep with the same old emotions of grief or regret. It showed in my running skills as well. I ran faster than anyone around me. I was able to dash for 100 meters sub eight seconds, which is decent. I was fast in more ways than one. I grew quickly both physically and mentally. I could think so fast that time seemed to stop in an instant during my hard dives. Well, that was before I died.
Sadly, during my days in Japan I came across some trouble I didn't expect. I've been capable of seeing dead people for a while, like the Sixth Sense, but never thought much of it. Only rarely did I force myself to comprehend their existence and it was to get information out of them. Being capable of speaking to the dead worked out well. They can see and hear what living people can't. Still though, that was then.
I died recently in the middle of a street after taking a bullet to the stomach and my leg. I was basically assassinated by someone close to me. A friend, even though we don't have friends in this line of work. I was killed but that was okay. I wasn't expecting to live for much longer anyway. I was living my best life on borrowed time for all intents and purposes. I'm not a fool to believe myself un-disposable or un-killable. I forced myself to accept this long ago despite being so young. I'm only 19, physically, and because of my shit youth I never truly believed in god or the afterlife. What I expected in death was nothingness but surprised to be meet with the face of a man. Some samurai guy with a black robe on.
Shinigami.
He called himself a Shinigami before he stamped his sword against my head. He told me I'd be heading to a better place. What a pile of horseshit. I ended up on some place called the 14th Rokugon District or something like that. I didn't like that place. They had no electricity, no plumbing, no modern day clothes. It was like being in Feudal Japan in some god damn anime. I know nothing about that era, but I'm sure that's what it looked, smelled, and felt like. I couldn't stand it for long so traveled around. If I was going to be stuck in some Japanese land I might as well explore and learn as much as I could. It was interesting, I guess.
I discovered that there was a system behind this afterlife thing. You live in this place, you die in time, and then reincarnated into the living world once you die, again. Sounded simple enough until you add in the Shingami aka death gods aka soul reapers to the mix. I didn't like them; hated them in fact. Not for any specific reason outside the fact they don't manage souls as well as they should or could. During my time in this place I've traveled, hunted, killed, and even studied as time went by. I studied the soul reapers, the spirits around me, and even researched the occasional hollow that invaded this place. This world was very fascinating because it wasn't that different to the Japan I left behind when I died. Even more so once I traveled to where the rich people lived. Once I got acquainted with the gangs and noble families, once I realized that you need food depending on you spirit power or some shit like that, and once I realized that "life" after death is a thing I knew that life in this hell hole wouldn't be that simple.
Oh how right I was.
My name is... Hell by this point I don't even remember my name. I've been called something by the people here though. Its Urufu. A black dog from a distant land that doesn't belong here but you know what, fuck it. Wherever I go I'll survive it and thrive in the world as I've always down no matter how many bodies are left in my wake.
It took me days of traveling around to find it after I heard the rumor, but I finally stumbled across a store that sells more "Modern" clothing than the occasional yakuta or kimono I've become accustomed to seeing in this damn afterlife of mine. I've long grown sick and tired of dressing like an Asian and relieved to find a town outside the Feudal aesthetic. Only issue with this world is the fact you still need to work to provide for it. There's farming, factories, and an economy. The clothing on people's back don't appear on them when reborn in this god forsaken world. Instead you're given the bare minimum in clothing and food then taken in by another to form families and the like to survive. When I envisioned the afterlife or heaven this wasn't it.
Luckily a man can work, kill, or steal in this world to survive. Even in heaven, even when dead, a soul needs to survive. Who's the fucking dick that created this system? A cycle of struggle whether alive or dead? How crazy is that?
With over 500 Kuon in hand, this world's currency, I walked into the store with hope I can find some quality clothing.
I walked in to the bored face of a white woman with brown hair and brown eyes. Very average for a woman being around her mid twenties in visual age. In this damn world you can appear as a 12 year old but literally be 100 or more years old. I can sort of relate. Apparently the stronger you are the longer you live. Its good for the souls that have a short life expectancy. You don't need to suffer this place for that long unless you're an abnormal with high ass spirit energy. Sort of like myself. Once I died that was it. I was dead from the most random and cliché way possible. Sure, I got shot twice but it wasn't enough to stop me from killing that bastard that betrayed me or limp my way into the street to ask for help. In my pain induced blood drained haze I didn't realize Ol' truck-kun was the one that had it out for me the most. Bastard took me out while on vacation from school of all times. Got to love anime clichés. Not the worse way to go but definitely nothing to brag about to your family. Speaking of family I wondered how my foster mom and dad are doing right now. Hopefully they'll die and end up in the higher number districts and get mugged.
Fucking assholes.
Of course I mean the family I had when I was alive. The lady and kids that helped me out here weren't that bad. Unfortunately I couldn't shackle myself to them else I'd bring trouble to them like I always have. Trouble follows me like a shadow.
I pushed their memory to the side before I puked in my mouth from my foster parent's memory. I heard from a couple reapers that eventually I'll lose my memories of my previous life for a newer one once I die. I want my asshole foster parents and those damn scientist to go first with their poking and prodding. I'm finally free from it all, and I simply needed to die first. Not like I had much longer to live anyway, but still I had a lot of months left to live regardless. I suppose the only good thing about dying is the fact that my sickness is gone. I'm in a healthy, adult body.
"Excuse me." I felt someone poke my shoulder. How does a dead person feel? Answer: because of high accumulation of spirit energy from multiple reincarnation. A human's spirit grow with each and every life they live. I feel bad for some kids in the Soul Reaper academy right now suffering from high spirit energy right now. They're living a life where they need to eat a shit ton to survive but the reason I wish to know is why? Why do spirits require food, water, and shelter when they've a ton of spirit energy. Where my body was physically weak my spirit was much, much stronger than anything a man like me should be accustomed to. The second I appeared in this world I was hungry and hunger is what drove me to commit a couple questionable actions. Nothing too bad in my opinion.
"Hello!"
I'm wondering though, with my high spirit energy just what I'm capable of doing. To be honest becoming a death god would be sort of lit. I'd slay hollow and monsters fulfilling my anime dreams. I'm not much of a sword person but I can learn. There's the black knight and I'm pretty willing to learn the ways of the sword just as long as I've projectiles on the side for flying foes. That's the video gamer in my talking though.
"HEY!"
"Huh?' I blinked with my ears ringing. By the gods, god, or whatever made this bullshit system, what was that? The answer came in the from of the white girl from before with an angry expression marring her now prettier face. I don't think I noticed it before but her eyes have specs of red in them amidst the brown. From a seven to an eight from eyes and attitude alone. The thing about this soul society is that most of the inhabitants are of Asian descent so not a lot of other races here. Seeing a well filled woman here is probably an improvement to life here. I'm a literkay black sheep here with very few others like me here. No surprise there eat black dude wants to die in fucking Japan like a bitch.
So, I placed the best smile I could on my lips and drew a bit closer to see more clearly. Being freaking near sighted sucks but better than far sighted I suppose. The woman looked fed up with me already just because she was ignored a couple times. I guess some white women are like that. "About time I got your attention," she snapped at me to which I rose my hands up.
"Sorry bout that. What's up sweetheart?" The woman rolled her eyes and grunted from disgusted.
"Don't call me that. I ain't sweet or a heart you dick." I felt myself chuckle a bit at this woman's attitude. Now that I got a good look at her skin is a bit shaded. Maybe she's part Hispanic or something to have this much attitude in such a small body. 'But I'm losing focus,' I told myself and cleared my mind of my darker thoughts, for now. My chuckle served to infuriate her a bit more so walked a little close to her sons she had to look up at me. I noticed her eyes falter a bit now that I was almost in her face.
"Sorry ma'am, I meant no disrespect," I said surprising the pretty woman before me. I guess apologies aren't very common here but regardless she received one. "I came here to get a shirt, some pants, a set of socks and some boots or shoes if you have them." Looking at her little Sunday dress I'm sure she's a way to help me out in her little store. She had a decent amount of people inside that all died from the modern Era all looking for something familiar to wear outside of the Japanese stuff provided.
"I'm not a ma'am. My name is Maria." She said a bit calmer than before. I took the name with a smile. "And I think you can find something your size over there if you've the money to pay for it."
"I've over 500 kuon. What can that get me?"
"500?" Maria rose a brow at me before looking at me with suspicion. "How'd you get that much money? You don't look like you work in the mill or fields." I wanted laugh at this woman now at her insinuations but let it go. She's not wrong to be suspicious too. 500 kuon is the equivalent of like 760 USD or around 95,000 YEN. Undead money is worth a lot somehow but never questioned it enough to find a reason why. I chopped it up as one of those sorts of things.
"My money is clean and it's yours after our transaction." I crossed my arms over my chest now that the ball is in her court. Surviving in Japanese wonderland isn't easy for any soul that isn't Asian but more than possible if you're smart. She opened a store knowing there's an economy for common clothes here. I've seen reapers come her for clothes even though most haven't been to the human world since like the disco ball times. One dumbass walked in and asked for parachute pants while I stood there which Maria pointed out in the corner.
"Find what you want and we'll see. I haven't gotten your name by the way," she too crossed her arms over she modestly sized chest.
"Unfortunately I don't have one to give." I frowned at the woman. I never cared for my name in the past and it was one of the first things I forgotten here. I didn't bother write it down either. Maria looked at me with sympathy and nodded fully understanding where I was coming from. This world stripes you of your identity. You can write it down but eventually you won't even recognize that name anymore or how you relate to it. I've seen it happen already in this hell hole they call heaven. This place indoctrinates you into accepting it and only strong souls can resist. They resist for only so long though.
After God knows how long of working though I've a way to dress comfortably again in clothes that fit me best. Maria was nice enough to guide me to the side of her store, which is as big as three houses put together I might add, to where the clothes I'd want are. I saw a few sets of shirts but they're simple t-shirts and nothing extraordinary. "The pants are over there. I can only make jeans though." She pointed out a rack of pants with buttons instead of zippers. In this world such stuff is limited specially this high in the districts. "And I've a set of men's footwear on that side." She pointed to a rack of shoes and maybe three pairs of boot. I silently prayed she had my size.
"Thank you Maria. You're amazing." I said with my serious but gentle tone. The woman smiles and turned away a little bashful from my compliment.
"I'll be at the front to check you out." She walked away very quickly. I smirked watching her fine ass leave before turning back to my current task. I grabbed three shirts and three pairs of pants. I grabbed a blouse as well with buttons again amf no zippers. The shirts were all black and the pants blue and two black. The blouse was like a flannel but the fabric was thicker and left a lot of room to move. The first set of boot that looked my size I grabbed that put on. They're a bit big but better than nothing. I grabbed a belt and walked into the dressing room and get changed into my clothes. The sensation of having clothes in my body again was indescribable. It's like being in a deserted island for years eating raw fish then suddenly going back to society and eating a buffet. I was overwhelmed, almost joyful about something as simple as this. It just took years probably to get here. I walked out with my navy blue blouse and dark brown boot on felling alive again despite being dead and returned to Maria.
"Well you cleaned but decent enough." Hse jokes to which I shrugged. Not winning any beauty pageants but I'm dressed in clothes now and satisfied.
"I've all this and two more shirts and pairs of pants. I grabbed four sets of socks as well." I placed everything in the counter for her to check.
"350 kuon." She didn't even bother check to see if I was telling the truth. Silently I reached into my knapsack, one of the few treasures I have, and shown her the money. It's amazing what the rich folk of the noble clans walk around with and discard without a care. It's a canvass bag that goes over the shoulder and yet can hold a lot of stuff. Interesting enough I think those reapers placed some manner of magic in this thing like they do their clothes. I noticed they can pull things out of their clothes that I found impossible to carry without it showing at least a protrusion. Yet I've seen them pull out books, scrolls, blades, and a freaking stool once. How does that even work? That didn't matter because I got this bag from a nice rich lady that didn't need it anymore and it can store a lot without changing shape. I got Santa's sack on my waist and only I need to know that. I paid for my clothes and stuffed them into the sack before closing its flap back down and buttoning it down.
"If you need clothes you know where to find me. Tell your friends as well, if you have any."
"I wouldn't mind having you as a friend, Maria."
She snort. "You know how many dudes come in here asking to be my friend? Get outta here with that."
"None of them succeed. Where they ugly?"
"No, not that it's any of your business."
"Ah, so you want to focus on your business and not have a man pull you away from it," I deduced from her mannerisms and expressions.
Maria gave me a look. It wasn't angry but it was curious in nature. I may be the first to say something like this to her. "I'm very few with one that works, so yeah. Men make things complicated as well here."
"I can imagine." Having a business here isn't abuts simple as grabbing an old house and opening a store. Despite popular opinion the reapers place constraints on the normal souls outside of reparable clans. They want souls to detach themselves from human needs but fail to provide food or basic necessities to people that need it like me. They don't w greed and yet allow hunger to fester in souls. They don't want commerce like bartering, and yet don't provide means to make sure void. They sing their songs of the great beyond and its all bull shit. This woman worked her ass off ot have this store from dealing with reapers that shake down the place to the gangs, they call themselves families, that claim territory and all souls within as theirs. It brings to clan like the Shiba who annexed a section of the districts for themselves when there populations issues around them. If you've money you've power and those with power flaunt it.
"You're an incredible woman," and genuinely meant this. There's crops begging to be sown here but the reapers and family keep progression down. Yet this woman her here fighting for her desire to have a store and help people like me find normalcy and fight against the oppressive force this world has in us. That's respectable. I couldn't do that and neither would I try without the power to fight back. I could kill this woman if I wanted to, she's not strong in spirit energy, I can feel it. She's little to protect her here and she's probably had to move shop a few times to survive. I've searched this area before for a shop like this but it wasn't here before. Something tells me she's been doing this a long time.
"Thank you for saying that," she muttered under her breath. I nodded my head to her.
"Good luck Maria." I turned and left her to her devices but stopped when I noticed something outside the door. I saw two reapers or maybe the fuckers in training staring at the store. Oh hell they're probably here to shake down the place. Not all reapers allow small stores like this to persist. Many do but some don't and I can see it in their eyes. I looked back at the woman and gave her the universal signals that those kinds of reapers might be outside. Maria quickly got to work ushering her customers to the back. Having a shop is illegal but so is shopping here. I'll be dammed before they try anything though. I walked outside and door and stretched my arms out. The two reapers, both asian and shorter than me gave me a glare. I walked down from the shack of sort as it looked outside and moved towards them. I acted like was going to walk past them knowing what was coming.
"Stop right there." I heard from one of the black haired reapers and turned my chin to glance at them. The closest one to me walked up and stood before me. It didn't take much to see that I'm no match for him. Despite his small stature in comparison to me his hold on spirit energy exceeds anything I can do. This man is probably strong enough to fold me like a pretzel and move faster than my eye can track. I stand no chance and neither do I plan to try.
"Yes?" I greeted the guy.
"There?" he pointed at the rundown shack. "How'd you get those," he gestured to my clothes. "Did you get those from in there?"
"These?" I asked shocked and surprised. "No, of course not. I made these myself and I tell you it wasn't not easy getting the needle and the cotton and everything was difficult. All my time in the fields worked out though. Making clothes isn't as easy as most people believe especially boots when you need to get the leather and create the soles. It's all hard work but definitely pays off with…"
"Enough!" The reaper drew a sword on me and held it at my throat. Talk about a cliché. This was a threat but a slashed throat isn't enough to 'kill' a soul though. Despite use feeling human were not humans in human bodies anymore and can survive a lot of punishment being why torture isn't utilized here. The body restores and recovers at an accelerated level hear. I broke my arm once and it was fixed in three days by itself. Such threats don't mean much. But pain does exist and having my neck slashed hurts like a bitch and a half. I placed the fakest and sweetest smile on my lips despite the threat and stepped a bit closer with my hands out in a surrendering fashion.
"Come now. Such isn't needed against a man that can't even defend himself."
"Be quiet you fool!" the other one snapped at me.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. Are you guys supposed to keep us safe and not at sword point?" I said to the both of them.
"Says the liar breaking the law. You hold him here." The other one snarled before stomping towards the shop. I waited patiently and calmly on the outside at swords edge looking dead into the eyes of death itself. While dying isn't easy here these soul slaying blades of there's are very dangerous. They can slay a soul no matter what form it takes. The swords they all have are worth a ton if you can get your hands on one. Weapons are illegal for us to have though among many other things no one cares about humoring. We can't have knives meant to injury, scythe too long with reinforced handles, spears too thick, or blades longer than 8 inches. Doing so is a good way to get locked up or cut down and robbed. Through we little people do have an advantage over guys like this in the academy. They have their little swords and these are worth a fortune. Something tells me no one knows they're here either. Unfortunate for him a guy like me always has back up.
If we can get these swords and their clothes we can sell them for a good sum of money and my partner in crime knows this. When the Shinigami turned his attention to the house I gestured for my partner to move into position. These Shinigami know better than to go into the lower districts without at least four of them but sometimes overconfidence gets the best of them.
"Hey friend." I got the guy's attention. "How about you let me go about my buisness. I'm not a threat and just a soul trying to make it in this world." The reaper in training simply scoffed at me and placed the edge against my skin.
"You talk too much and for that I'm taking you to the Camps." I narrowed my eyes at the man. The camps are were the criminals go that "break the law" to be used as slaves basically and work for the Seireitei. They decided to use free labor and paint it over as us being absolved of our sins against good order.
'To take me in for talking… yet we taking you out.' I nodded at my partner and then it happened. An arrow from a crossbow flew out of the dark alley from a slightly elevated position. Before the man could gasp I pushed the blade away and grabbed his mouth taking him down with some judo shit I learned here. The bolt drove further into his body and out his chest when he landed dropping his sword in the process. Fuckers like this underestimate souls like us and don't seem to understand their roots anymore. They don't understand that It's a literal soul eat soul world outside their little walls and they're prey to anyone crazy or desperate enough to challenge them. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a knife fashioned by a certain clan that won't miss it. One of the ninja clans or something and jammed it into the man's chain. I held him steady with my hand over his mouth as he lost his spirit energy induced strength.
It's amazing what secrets you can learn if you juse listen to the wind or to the rival families that deal with Shinigami. Even more so when you work for them. Shinigami or rather all souls with abnormal spirit energy have two key pressure points in their chest when pierced can take away their powers. Where the soul chain goes is the most important for it keeps the power contained. Once breached they lose all control and incapable of using it. The issue is waiting for that to happen but thankful my girl is a master with archery and marked the location with her bolt. It takes special metal to do this though which is what this knife is made of. The Feng clan ninja use this or so I was told. I stabbed down deep into the man's chest and waited until I felt the back lash. Once the chain is pierced a strong electrical sensation will encompass the wielder of. The weapon. Once I felt it I leaned up taking out my blade then slammed the back of it into this temple sending him into unconsciousness.
The other wine probably felt that shit and quickly moved to the edge of the door and waited. Once the man flashed out from the door and saw his friend bleeding out on the ground I cam from behind him and stabbed him. He though felt me maybe and whirled around deflecting the blade with ease. His eyes widened when he saw me then they narrowed in rage. I jumped narrowly avoiding his slash and landed on my shoulder in the ground. I quickly tried to stand. "Gah!" left my lips as a heavy pressure slammed into my back forcing me face first into the dirt.
"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you," the reaper snarled. I glanced back and saw his blade pointed downwards to finish me. Just as he was about to do it another shot rang from just feet away and pieced through his back and out his chest. Then another and another leaving three bolt protruding out his back. The pressure in my back waned enough for me to slip out from under him and kick out his other foot once I got my balance back on both ha ds and one foot. The man fell down and hit the ground. I grabbed my knife from the aide and jumped in top of him stabbing into his back three times where the arrows were. I stopped at the third because that's when I felt his chain snap. I waited until I felt the shock then pulled out.
"Fuck me!" I panted slumped over with my hands on my knees. Today was supposed to be a simple get some clothes and leave but it turned into this shit.
"Dumbass!" I heard from the side Anand looked up. A woman with red hair and black eyes with shared white and Japanese features stomped up to me. Her hair was tied up into some manner of twin balls on her head. Never questioned it and at most told her I prefer it in a pony tail, a bun, or maybe just left in free fall. She of course to me to mind my own damn business so left it at that. She's taken to wearing the Japanese cloths from having been her much longer than but I'd say she looks more like a kunoichi than the common folk by how she wears it. She's no tits and yet had it open as well. That's on her though. At least she's a pretty face. Her hand rose then slammed on the back of my head and it fucking hurt.
"Ow! Fuck man!" I rubbed the affected area.
"That's my reaction to this bullshit. The fuck were you thinking and now I've wasted bolts!" she turned her ass towards me showing me her little quiver with only two bolts left now. "You know how expensive this shit is!"
Of course I know. Weapons aren't easy to acquire her and even less weapons that can work on reapers like my knife and her bolts. "We'll collect their clothes and swords and I'll get you some new ones… I'll even take you clothes shopping as well. Okay?" I added in quickly with the hope it appeases her rage. Fortune was on my side today in more ways than one. The woman's droopy eyes narrow red fervently at me before she sighed and shook her head.
"Are you okay?" She asked in her typical rough hard ass manner but with a hint of worry. That Shinigami in training nearly broke my back with that stomp. I leaned up and smiled.
"I'm good Tayuya. I had the most beautiful woman in the world watching my back."
She snort at me but smiled before looking down at the bodies. "You didn't kill them?" She questioned a but confused in why they're both alive and not resting in eternal night right now.
"We can turn them in to Boss Kaido for a good reward. He's been wanting living reapers and ones in training aren't that different." I leaned down and picked out the sheaths and grabbed their soul slayers from the ground before placing them in my knapsack. We can seek these in the Death Market for maybe 4k kuon each. Maybe more depending.
"Let's hurry up then and get them up. You're carrying the bodies though."
"Sure if I get 70/30." I shrugged.
Her face turned sour. "I saved your dumb ass. Your lucky I'm nice enough to say 65/35 for the bodies."
"Then I'm not buy you shit and you can use your money for that instead."
"How about you be a fucking man and follow your word. You said you'd take me shopping and get me bolts and a new crossbow!"
"Bull fucking shit!" I snapped now. "I didn't say anything about a new crossbow you money hungry bitch."
Tayuya grumbled a bit then huffed. "Fine. But you'll buy me clothes and bolts like you said you would, right?" I warned with narrowed eyes on me.
"Right." I rubbed my head. Tayuya smiled and walked to the first body the hoisted it up over her shoulder.
"Come on dumbass. We ain't got all day." she turned and left down the alleys of the shanty town. She can be such a bitch at times and then a sweetheart at others. Sometimes both at the same time.
I grabbed the other body and we were off to make our payday. One of many just to survive in this hell we call heaven.
A/N: If you haven't seen Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War go and watch it... Now!
Yeah this is an OC I've had in the works for a while and just now getting the interest to put it together. It's on and off for me at times but eventually I return to old stories still in the works. This is one of many.
