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Chapter XXIV
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Friendly reminder: this story will be slightly AU and some characters might be OOC. For anyone who is not into YAOI, please do not read any further, this is not going to be your cup of tea :) Although, by now, I am sure most of you know what you're getting into x3
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WARNINGS: Spoiler alert for anyone who is not up to date with the manga and only watched the anime! Somewhere along the way might contain but is not limited to include dark themes, suicidal thoughts, heavy sexual contest, yaoi (again xD) and some other themes not suitable for under-age reader. Read at your own risk and discretion! :3
Hope you're enjoying so far. As a small bonus, I'll add a tiny part of Shirosaki's past.
This chapter is dedicated to another special someone: my little Neko-chan. No matter how much time passes you will forever be in my heart and soul as my Nee-chan, my treasure. Thank you for being in my life. Aishiteru 3
Chapter XXIV
The silence in the room was quite adequate considering the topic at hand. Urahara was thoughtful, what Shirosaki-san was insinuating could not be possible.
"So, you are saying that the Shinigami is dead but still moving? I did not believe in Zombies and I must confess I am not inclined to change my opinion anytime soon."
Shirosaki grunted in annoyance.
"And here I was under the impression you were smart. Sheesh, why did it ever cross my mind? It's definitely not a Zombie, but there is the off-chance that during Hollowfication the Shinigami part died and was completely taken over by the Hollow. Trust me, that's even worse than cheap sci-fi."
Seeing he got the attention of both the shopkeeper and the cat, Shirosaki continued.
"If the Shinigami was alive, there would be the probability to make him an 'artificial' hybrid as long as he could win the battle against his inner Hollow, of course. Soren's specialty lies in infecting a Shinigami with his Hollow powers, leaving them dormant, until the inner beast becomes strong enough to consume the Shinigami. It's the same thing your friend Shinji spoke about. Once the inner Hollow takes over it is under Soren's dominion. Think of it as a pack of wolves with Soren as the Alpha leader. During the whole process prior to the Hollowfication and inner fight, the subjected Shinigami is unwittingly Soren's spy. He can feel and see all the inner Hollow can, which is pretty much everything, just like a Zanpakuto."
Urahara was absorbing information like a sponge which he promptly analyzed and dissected. This made much more sense. Individuals strong enough to hold on during the initial soul suicide could fight for supremacy establishing some form of balance.
"When the inner Hollow devours the Shinigami, the two become one entity. Soren enters the creature's mind and voila, he gets a highly capable foot soldier. Last nights' Hollow was different and here comes what I meant by saying the Shinigami is dead. If the Shinigami dies before Hollowfication, it is no big deal. The Shinigami will either become reishi or enter the cycle of rebirth, his or her Hollow side purged. However, if he or she was to die during the process, the Shinigami portion is lost while the physique and the Hollow remain. The Hollow overtakes the body, but loses everything else: logic, purpose, reason you name it, they have none. They are devoid of anything they may have been, liked, loved. All is gone save for amplified instincts. Soren's hold is not as potent as there is little he can use to control them with. Such Hollows are extremely dangerous, because they are unbalanced and near soul suicide. Think of them as unstable reiatsu bombs ready to explode at a moment's notice. It's abrupt, unpredictable and leaves a huge mess behind. To put them at rest is an act of mercy."
Urahara nodded, understanding. They certainly should do as Shirosaki-san suggested. Yet, he felt there was something missing.
"I am curious Shirosaki-san, you said you were under the impression the Hollow was influenced by both Aizen and Soren. Why?"
"That's easy. Cases with dead Hollowfications don't last long. Usually, they self-destruct within three hours top. This one is still in Hueco Mundo which shouldn't be possible and that's why I believe the Hogyoku is involved. I can't pin point exactly where he is, but I sense the unfortunate Hollow is wandering. Most likely he'll come back, but that depends on what your pal Aizen was up to. If his last input was to do something in the Living World, his instincts will guide him here, just like they directed him out of danger. Our main problem is, we don't know how long we have until he blows up. Hogyoku or not, without something to stabilize him, he will self-destroy. How long we have? No idea. Anytime between today, a year or more. But I can tell you right now, it won't be an easy feat and the explosion will be much more devastating than in regular instances."
Everyone was dealing with the new intel their own way, until they were interrupted by Ossan.
"On that note, I should inform you that Soren plans on sending Quincies to the World of the Living. He is determined to find Masaki by any means necessary. He has his sight on Karakura and Narukishi in Japan as well as the remaining four cities around the Globe with high Hollow activities. I'm certain the groups were sent earlier this morning. Therefore, Shirosaki, no more Cero's when people rub you the wrong way."
Shirosaki feigned hurt by exclaiming a quick "Oi! I'm not that bad. You should have told me before that Shinji fellow."
Ossan gave him an incredulous look which earned him a grin.
"I never said I would not have sent him flying, only that I wouldn't have used a Cero or any other energy attacks. He had it coming since last night, more precisely since dawn. He was destined to have a trip, it was in his daily horoscope for today."
Ossan could see now why Shirosaki had been hostile toward the blonde. To interrupt the Hollow's slumber was a bad idea, but to deliberately push his buttons before he fully rouse was idiotic and suicidal. Not that Ossan had any room to talk, he was practically the same, if not worse in that regard, especially before breakfast and coffee. Speaking of the fair-haired man, Ossan had some unanswered questions.
"Urahara-san I don't presume you would be willing to tell us more about your associate who recently left?"
Urahara had the fan and was covering his face as per usual. He couldn't put Hirako-san's group in danger by exposing them even further.
"Then, allow me to make my own assumptions. Hirako-san used to be one of the Shinigami Aizen had experimented on. From his reiatsu, I'll say he used to be at least a Fuku-taichou, but it is more likely he was a Taichou. You somehow found out about the testing and got involved. Hirako-san was, regrettably, caught by your punishment force which declared you the culprit, consequently banishing you to the Human World. I have the sensation you used your Hogyoku at one point or another to reverse the damage your comrade sustained. Logically, when you asked a few nights ago about the prospect to detect if a person was subjected to two Hogyoku's, it was no speculation. You believe Hirako-san along with his comrades was exposed to the Hogyoku Aizen may or may not have in his possession. That is the reason why you called him, with the excuse that Shirosaki is an unseen hybrid."
Even the fan was not able to completely hide the shock from Urahara's features. He was surprised that Kurosaki-sama figured out so much from occasional slip-ups and crumbs. No wonder he had been considered the greatest ruler of his time. He was about to put the fan away, when Ossan continued.
"As you can hear, your partner did not reveal anything, even under pressure. So, why don't you return inside Hirako-san? I am sure the hard ground is not very comfortable."
This time Urahara was not the only one impressed, Yoruichi too was awestruck. Judging by the smirk on Shirosaki's face, the Hollow had been aware the whole time, which was soon confirmed.
"Aw, Ossan. Do you really want him back? I, for one, prefer to leave him out. I'm not getting provoked and the allure to strike is reduced."
"Play nice Shirosaki. Who knows, you may end up having a new sparring partner."
Shirosaki mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath, while the blonde male re-entered the room from the same gaping hole in the wall. He sat complacently without making too much of a fuss, but shoot Urahara a dirty look.
"Che. You and yer stupid non-functional contraptions. Should have known it was faulty."
Urahara did pout at the accusation, waving the now closed fan around like a petulant child.
"So mean Hirako-san. I assure you the bracelet works properly."
Ossan took pity and interfered before a brawl started.
"And so, it does. The only reason Shirosaki and I were aware of your presence is due to our skills and history. And let us not forget the subtle movement you made before leaving. I presume you took the bracelet at that moment. Would I be correct?"
Shirosaki was not happy at seeing the other and just added more to himself, but loud enough to be heard.
"Che! Speak for yourself Ossan. I can smell him from miles away."
Shinji was really getting upset. He could swallow his pride and confess he might have been obvious when leaving, but to be insulted on top of it, that he could not take.
"Are ya saying I stink?!"
Shirosaki stopped him right there before a bigger argument rose.
"Never said that! You are the one jumping to conclusions. I stated that I can sniff you. Not my fault I've got a good nose, but sometimes it is a major hindrance. There are things I prefer not to detect, you and your stench among the many on my list."
Shirosaki added the last sentence only to displease Blondie, which was a great success. Shinji was as red as a tomato from his furry and only a step from assaulting the Hollow.
"Why, you!"
Ossan raised a hand to calm everyone down.
"Disregard Shirosaki's taunting's. He is merely riling you up in an effort to make you more agreeable at having a training session."
Shirosaki was a little peeved at Ossan for bring an end to his fun, but he let it be. He would behave… maybe. Yoruichi took that precious moment of tranquility to ask something that was bothering her.
"Shirosaki you claim that Soren can infect Shinigami with his Hollow powers. I can somehow believe that story, but how can you be so sure that last night's Hollow had any contact with Soren? Surely, there are a myriad of other Hollows who could have done the same without the mans' contribution."
Shirosaki cooled down, solemnly responding.
"If there is one thing I could never forget it is Soren's Hollow form. Well, I sort of put it at the back of my mind and remembered in my sleep, but that is beside the point. I know what I saw and I can guarantee it on my very life, that guy was Soren's sample before dying."
Ossan did not see the need for the conversation to continue, he trusted Shirosaki. But that sentiment was not shared among the others. Shinji, being more temperamental, was the first of the three to bring up his doubt.
"How can ya be so sure? Or is it that ya have a bone t' pick with the prick? Not that I know much about this Soren 'r whatever, Kisuke here has to brief me on it. But I sure as hell blame Aizen for a shitload of things and in yer' place, would do the same with yer fellow. So, I'm asking ya, are ya accusing this 'Soren' fer everything that is wrong in yer world out of yer' own spite? Or ya know 'cause of something else?"
Shirosaki was fuming, his rise cut short by Ossan's hand on his shoulder. Meeting those reddish-brown eyes, he saw understanding and a certain level of curiosity. He took several deep breaths to calm down and replied in a monotonous tone.
"Would you ever forget your parents faces? Can you really tell me you could ever fail to recognize Aizen?"
A heaviness engulfed the room. Shinji was reluctant to admit that the Hollow was right, but could not see the connection between family and foes. What none of the occupants had expected was for Shirosaki to elaborate.
"I have told this to one person and one person alone. Not even Ossan here knows all of it, so sit tight and don't interject."
Having received nods from everyone, he resumed.
"I already told you that my papa was a Vasto Lorde. Though, he was different, unique. To this day, he was the only Vasto Lorde to remove his mask…"
Urahara could not resist but to jump on the conversation.
"That would be incorrect Shirosaki-san. We have already spoken about Arrancars a little while ago."
Shirosaki was about ready to blow something up and sternly gazed into those grey eyes of the shop owner.
"Did I say 'break' or 'remove'? Because I am positive I said 'remove'. And what happened to the don't interrupt part?!"
Urahara did receive a scratch to his knee from Yoruichi, the black cat not pleased in the least at her friend's childish behavior. Shirosaki begrudgingly restarted.
"If Hollows break their masks you get an Arrancar, a Hollow-Shinigami hybrid. That is true. But what my papa did was different. He took it off without damaging the mask. Somehow, don't ask me how, for I was not born yet, he merged his mask with the hole in his chest, obtaining a beating heart and human appearances. Not counting his eyes and skin colors as well as his reiatsu, he could easily pass as a human. He went to the World of the Living and Soul Society. In Soul Society he was harassed, even though he did not need souls to sustain himself. He just ate the abundant reishi in the air, but one lady wanted to exterminate him for being different. He ended up biting her and controlled her just enough to leave him in peace. That nibble left his trace within the woman. When she gave birth, the dormant Hollow signature disappeared from her and moved to the offspring. My papa met another Shinigami girl who was much nicer. Long story short, they had me, my mother losing her life in childbirth. During one of my study sessions, papa showed me his true form and his Resurrección. He literally had to pull the 'helmet' from his chest. Not a nice sight. Must have been really unpleasant to remove his heart. That was a one-time deal. Afterwards, when he was satisfied with my learned lesson, he re-merged the mask with the hole swearing to never again look like that not even at the cost of his life. Years later a Hollow named Barragan Louisenbairn challenged him. Papa lost while saving me from an underhanded attack and sent me to the Human World where I stayed. Better than Hueco Mundo any day."
Shirosaki took a sip of his tea before resuming.
"The Shinigami he bit was none other than Soren's mother. The bastard inherited some of my papa's Hollow side. In other words, Soren was born a hybrid. He had a hand in my mothers' demise, but I only found that part thanks to my papa's story and happy circumstances where I got a glimpse of a drunken Soren. Now, since Soren got my papa's Hollow powers, he is able to insert a small portion of poison in any Shinigami he comes in contact with. The only requirement is for the victim to have an open wound, even the smallest cut would do. Once the Hollowfication starts along the battle for control, the Shinigami can either win or lose. If the Shinigami was to win, Soren would know, he would seek out the 'lost' mannequin and finish him off. Not that he ever needed to do that. As far as I know, none ever won because Soren aids those inner Hollows by sending them small amounts of his own power during the fight."
Urahara was fidgeting on his spot. He really wanted to ask something, but was not eager to get another taste of Yoruichi-san's claws. Shirosaki gave him a flick of the hand as though telling him to go ahead.
"This is fascinating! Nevertheless, I am curious as to how you got that much data on Soren's abilities. I understand the connection between your father and the man in question, but how did you get so much intel on him?"
It was a fair question, one which Ossan himself did not know the answer to.
"Before I answer, I want to confirm something. You do know by now that I am not a pet or something like that, right? Have you ever questioned why Ossan and I stick together?"
The mischievous spark in grey orbs was response enough for Shirosaki.
"A couple of months from my arrival in the World of the Living, I stumbled upon a kid chased by Hollows and helped him out. It turned out, the little runt was Ossan's grandson. Afterwards I was escaping Barragan's horde of Hollows for six years. Six years was pushing me to my limits. I was a starving eighteen-year-old and in a really sticky situation. I overheard humans talking about a newly opened position for bodyguard. To be honest, at first, I didn't care. What could I do with human money and their business, when I could not be seen? Upon closer inspection, I realized the request was made by Ossan. Since he owed me one, I thought I could give it a shot and sign up, though I was worried I would be eliminated. Rejection not crossing my mind at all. Imagine me, a Hollow, entering a cove full of Quincies. Like a bone amid ravenous dogs. In the end, Ossan gave me the job and helped me out with my reiatsu. I became really close to my charge, his grandson. To make it simple, we ended up in some major problems. Even while in misfortune, Ossan's grandson had a strong desire to see things through to the end. Our efforts made us look for a solution to the conflict between Shinigami and Quincy. Soren got wind of our tries and caused an 'incident' where Ossan's grandson and I got separated from the Quincy regiments which in turn started the war. Since we were already cut out from the Quincy and return was not possible due to Soren's spies, we decided to conduct our own search. We found many clues and leads which eventually brought us to Soren and his schemes. We witnessed Soren's experimentation and Hollowfications. It was terrible. For me, it was really creepy to see that form after so many years. But Ossan's grandson had it worse. He saw his own father plotting against his people, family and friends while manipulating the Shinigami. Let's just say, he was devastated, but had a strong will and determination to back it up. He swore to put an end to Soren's conspiracy and end the war. I followed suit going along with the ride. That day we barely made it out of Soren's laboratory, but we were persistent. Very often we managed to disrupt Soren's plans from the shadows. That did not end well for either Ossan's grandson or the Emperor, but we did our best."
Shirosaki took a small intake of breath.
"So, you see, if I say that a Hollow is connected to Soren in any possible way, then you can bet that I am not mistaken. The only difference between yesterday's sample and Soren's Hollow form are the hands. Soren had hands instead of swords. Oh, and Soren has tufts of brown hair around his ankles and wrists. Trust me, there is no way to forget something as disturbing as Hollowfication, the feel of the reiatsu or any of the other tell-tale indications of Soren's involvement. That and the Hollow reeked of Soren."
Everyone was quiet for a few tense seconds. That was when Urahara connected all the dots. For the first time his face fully displaying his surprise as the fan was momentarily forgotten on his lap.
"Then, the tragic accident involving the Quincy and Shinigami battalion project was fabricated by Soren. A brilliant move from the enemy! Infecting the Shinigami, he effortlessly made them attack their own and the Quincy. Leaving but one Quincy witness, he probably made it all seem the Shinigami's fault. Attacking and restraining the youngster in charge of the Quincy fraction must have been a show. On the other side, controlling one of his puppets, he returned to the Shinigami giving the opposite claim. Most likely, the plan was made with the intention to imprison the Quincy unit leader. After all, his alleged capture did start the war. Would I be correct to presume the young man was your grandson, Kurosaki-sama?"
A sad nod was all he got before Shinji made a ruckus.
"Wait a sec! Are we talking about the first war? Bloodshed, dozens of dead all of it nearly a millennium ago? Also, didn't it start because of the balance tipping or something like that?"
Urahara gave Shinji an apologetic look.
"Sorry Hirako-san. I was so busy I forgot to give you an update. As a matter of fact, the declining stability triggered occasional skirmishes. I had to hack into the Daireishokairō to get the truth. The Quincy King wanted peace and gave a suggestion in which Quincy and Shinigami could work together. The aim was for the numerous Quincy to weaken Hollows while the Shinigami had to finish the creatures off. That way there would be no risk involving the destruction of the worlds and everyone could live in harmony. It worked for a while, until a disaster happened with the demise of the Quincy and Shinigami squadrons. It was believed to have been an accident, though both sides stated the other made the first transgression. The Quincy King was inclined to let it pass as an unfortunate event, so long as the head of the division was returned."
Shinji continued to stare at Urahara expectantly, waiting for more. Urahara sighed, but to his great pleasure, Yoruichi-san continued for him.
"Can't you see Shinji? The Quincy were under the impression their division head was abducted. Imagine what a mess it would be if a Taichou was taken hostage! Even under such pressure the Quincy tried to maintain peace. The only request was to get the young commander back."
Shinji was still annoyed.
"Ok, what about it? Were there any proofs that the dude was taken and not killed? As you guys said, there were no witnesses but one bloke who saw part of it. Besides, what was so special about the kid to start up a war?"
If looks could kill, Shinji would be naught but dust. Ossan and Shirosaki were contemplating various ways to pummel Blondie six ways into next week. It was, however, Ossan who spoke up.
"First of all, the survivor did have evidence, his memories, which I personally inspected. A particular gift of mine, if you please. Second, the abducted man was a seventeen-year-old with enormous talent and a superb tactician. Next, we Quincy have refined senses. I felt each and every single life that died that day, my grandson was not among the departed. Lastly but not least, he was family, my family. And since we are already on the topic, should I mention he was a Denka? In other words, the heir to the Quincy throne."
At that, the room went deadly still. Urahara and Yoruichi had a feeling the boy must have been a significant person, but a prince? No wonder all negotiations after the event went sideways. For a change, Shinji had no comments whatsoever. He was stunned.
'Shit! Did I just call the crown prince a kid? But then does this mean this guy was… is…'
"Well, shoot! Now I feel like a complete moron. So, you are the Quincy King? Bloody hell! Kisuke! Why didn't ya tell me sooner?"
Shirosaki scoffed, his smirk back full force.
"Like you would have behaved any different even if you knew. Can we get back on track? We know the Hollow was influenced by your Aizen and our Soren, meaning we have double the trouble. As for you Shinji, I strongly suggest you and your buddies to lay low."
Shinji turned his attention back to Shirosaki.
"What do ya mean?"
Shirosaki's smile fell into a deep scowl.
"Are you for real? How did you become a Taichou? There are more of you, right? What if Aizen is trying to find you and your buddies, huh? He is obviously not getting what he wants since he is still experimenting like there is no tomorrow. It is reasonable to think he sends his newest toys to find the old ones. How else to get your attention, but to send new samples to lure you out? At least that's how I would go about this. I am willing to wager good money that you had a huge urge to fight when you felt the Hollow's reiatsu. Am I right, or am I right? Admit it! It is only natural, the reiatsu was mixed with a potent pheromone which makes other Hollows go ballistic."
Once again, Shinji was left with no comeback. It was true, the pull had been incredibly strong. In fact, it was a miracle he did not interfere.
"Hmm, ok, ya got me there. Any recommendations?"
Shirosaki had in fact had something in mind.
"Yup, get as far away from Karakura and Narukishi as you can. The farther, the better. I'd say to leave the country, then again, I'm not sure if you guys have any methods to do so or even a place to stay outside."
Judging by the nervousness Blondie was emanating, both were negative. Shirosaki exhaled along with Ossan who once again took the stage.
"I believe we can help, but there better be no issues or disturbances. I can offer my mansion in Frankfurt, Germany. Nevertheless, if you would feel more comfortable staying in Japan, I could propose…"
Shirosaki jumped from his spot and shouted.
"You better not be thinking about the palace!"
Ossan's tired sigh was indication enough that indeed he was thinking about the castle. Shirosaki set down, not at all content, but it was not his place, so he had no right to decide for Ossan.
"It is the closest and easiest solution. The barrier is strong enough to repel any outside signatures and would keep them undetectable to the enemy. Even if they were to decide to take the manor in Frankfurt, they could still be tracked by Aizen. Hirako-san, would I be correct at guessing that you have a member who is good at reiatsu manipulation?"
Shinji was puzzled and did not hide it.
"Ya mean Kido? Yeah, Hachi. Why?"
"Because you do not give me the impression of having been able to keep your group hidden all this time. Pardon me, but Kido manipulation of such caliber would require a finesse you lack."
Shinji was having his mind blown away. These two guys were something else.
"Yeah, ya got that right. Then ya will understand when I decline. Thanks, fer offering. Ma, I better not tell Hiyori she'll be missing a real castle. Kisuke, I count on ya ta keep yer trap shut, got it?!"
Urahara took the fan from his lap and fanned himself as thought the matter did not concern him at all. Shinji was used to his behavior and let it at that. He stood once again, preparing to leave.
"Well, guess I better scram before it returns. Thanks, fer bring me up-to-date an' all. I'll send yer regards to the rest of the gang. It's been fun meeting ya Kurosaki-sama and Shirosaki. Hope we get to have some more fun another time under better circumstances."
That said, Shinji took his leave, this time through the door, he wanted to say 'Hi' to Tessai-san as well before his leave. Urahara stopped fanning himself and resumed his casual mannerism.
"This has gone better than anticipated. I am glad the damage to my abode was minimal, what with Hirako-san's and Shirosaki-san's tempers. As for our business, I dare say I feel outmatched. The only news we have is that two more Shinigami will be sent to Narukishi within the next hour or so. Last night's activities were blamed on an unknown Hollow. Therefore, new representatives were instructed to stay as far away from the Hollow once detected and to call back-up. But I am more curious as to what is this new development within the Quincy lines?"
Ossan told everyone in the group about the device he shared with Haschwalth as well as the discussion held by Soren and Haschwalth in Wandenreich.
"I am certain Soren is deliberately working slowly. He joined the Wandenreich quite some time ago and has access to many manuscripts. I fear he is not telling Haschwalth even half of his plans. The mere fact that he is poisoning Shinigami's to gain intel within Seireitei is a strong sign. I asked Haschwalth to do his best to become closer to Soren. Indiscreetly as not to raise suspicions. He is our eyes and ears within Wandenreich. As for the Shinigami and Aizen, from Shirosaki's earlier account, we can confirm he does in fact poses one of the remaining Haldister fragments. It would be in our best interest to take the gem from his person. Hopefully, he did not try to merge with it, else it may present yet another challenge."
Urahara was lost in thoughts, a billion scenarios formulating in his brilliant mind.
"Yoruichi-san found the entrance to his underground basement or laboratory. We could start there, though it is protected by a powerful ward. There is also a new revelation in regards to his coworkers. Up until recently, we believed his trusty affiliates to be Ichimaru Gin and Kaname Tousen. So far, this has never changed. However, Yoruichi-san has reason to believe one of them could be a traitor. Ichimaru Gin. We do not know what his motives are, but we did find out about Aizen's experiment thanks to a deliberate slip-up he made to Yoruichi-san. Though, I am confused as to what his goal is. He could be after the Hogyoku for himself or he may have a grudge against Aizen which I personally doubt. The three have been together for the longest of times."
Ossan quickly went through the data and made a few points.
"Would you think it safe enough for Shirosaki and I to step in contact with this Shinigami? It surely would be beneficial to have him as a double agent. Although, I too agree it could all be a farce."
Urahara was overjoyed Kurosaki-sama was keeping up with his train of thoughts.
"If we could find out what his agenda is, I'm sure we could coax him into joining our cause. But, as you said, we are not sure. There is always the possibility he is doing it with the purpose of catching Yoruichi-san or all of us off guard."
They were back at the start line. Shirosaki was tired of the back and forth games.
"How about this? Ossan and I will go to Soul Society with Yoruichi and see if we can breach the barriers blocking the passage. If we make it, we try and get our hands on the Hogyoku. If not, we retreat. I would also like to get to Hueco Mundo and finish off the miserable Hollow. I can only hope Soren is not able to see through his eyes. Because if he can, then he already saw me. Not as bad as if he was to glance upon Ossan. That, we must avoid at all costs."
All three agreed. Urahara was getting excited again.
"How about we first take care of Soul Society and then the Hollow? Shirosaki-san you said you can't pinpoint the precise location of our escapee. If we enter Aizen's lab, we should be able to find a device to track it down. It would be like killing two birds with one stone."
Neither Ossan nor Shirosaki saw a flaw with the idea and the two nodded in agreement.
"Should we meet here at eight this evening? I promise to make special concealing cloaks for both of you, thus you will be able to cross over to Soul Society unhindered."
Shirosaki stood from his spot and stretched, unknowingly displaying part of his firm abdomen for all to see. He excused himself from the table and room to make his way to his room for a change of clothes. He decided to dress lightly. He put a cotton white shirt which fit him like second skin, chiffon slate gray long trousers tight at the top stretched toward the bottom in a trapeze fashion. A black belt with a white buckle and white on black high converse finished his looks. His black dragon necklace stood out on top of the white shirt. He felt like letting it catch a bit of Sun today. Since the weather was tricky, he opted to take an ebony black spandex high collar jacket with a hoodie. The material was light, highly elastic and best of all durable and waterproof. He left it open to make the white shirt and pendant even more visible.
He could tell the group was gathered at the shop's exit. Shirosaki chuckled to himself. He just recalled the deal between him and the nutcase. He opened the window and with a small Shunpo left outside the store's perimeters. He knew Ossan would sense him and sure enough, he could already see the elder man moving in his direction. There were tons of form-filling documents waiting for them. Ossan had to get his company moved, and if that was not enough, Masaki's adoption papers had to be finalized. The day would be boring, but at least they were giving Soken-san a bit of reprieve.
Within the walls of Seireitei a man was running around with an occasional burst or two of Shunpo. If you had a quick eye, you would see the person was dressed in the standard Shinigami robes and Captain's Haori. The number ten visible on his back. Soon the figure stopped and climbed a tree, hiding within the dense foliage. The man's face was boyish, adorned by sideburns onto the margins. Black spiky hair was short and flat to the sides while tall and thick on the front top. Playful mocha brown eyes looked around, enjoying the beautiful day.
Shiba Isshin was relishing the Sun's warmth. In his opinion, such a lovely afternoon was better spent outside in the open rather than the stuffy office doing paperwork. Truthfully, he exploited any plausible excuse to avoid his dreaded administrative duties. What was the use of a Fuku-taichou and a Third Seat, if not for situations like these? His relaxation did not last long, as he could hear his Fuku-taichou's irritated voice calling for him. Matsumoto Rangiku was hot on his trail, but he was not worried. He was sure this time he managed to hide his reiatsu to the point of non-existent. At least he was hoping it was so.
A mature girl of the height of 5'7'' ran in search of her superior. Many of her division members pitying her relentless chase. Everyday was the same with their Taichou and Fuku-taichou, so much, at times, it was embarrassing. Even so, none of the squad members thought ill of their goofy Taichou. In fact, they respected his jovial behavior and desire to just be himself. Shiba-Taichou was childish at times, but never unjust. When needed, he was a power-house rivaled by few other Taichou's. His cheerful nature never clouded his judgment and he treated every single officer equally. Therefore, his games and jolly demeanor were often overlooked.
The running girl has shoulder length wavy golden blonde hair, blue eyes, full lips, and a beauty mark located under the right side of her mouth. She wears the standard Shinigami Shihakusho with a few additions; a bubblegum pink scarf tied into a knot around her neck, the Fuku-taichou band secured on her left arm, her robes hang loose at the front for her ample bosom to be revealed and she had a thin golden necklace tucked between her cleavage. Judging by the sweat visible on her figure, she has been racing for a while now.
"Taichou! Where are you, Taichou? Come out, come out wherever you are!"
She came to an abrupt stop and turned around, looking suspiciously at a tree in the courtyard. Without glancing back, she ordered her comrade to borrow her the tray her division member was holding. No sooner had the tray been placed upon her hands, it went flying at the tree with a victorious cry of: "Found you, Taichou!"
Our hiding Taichou managed to grab the tray, but that caused him to lose his balance on the branch he was lodging. Matsumoto was having a delighted smirk and added is a pleased tone.
"Perfect hit."
Shiba Isshin was not easily deterred and added with his childlike tone: "Too bad! I stopped it before it actually hit me!"
His comeback earned him an unseen foot to the tray, which finally connected with his face, leaving an angry mark on his nose and making him cry out in pain.
"Ouch! It broke! My sharp nose broke! Oh, no! I'll have to take a break for today!"
Matsumoto ignored the pretended screaming, she knew her Taichou too well to be fooled.
"Come on! Time to go back and this time I'll force you to work, Shiba-Taichou."
Mentioned Taichou had a contemplative look on his features, as thought believing he could still make it out of the minor mess. He approached the petite crew Matsumoto had taken the tray from and returned it with apologies for it being cracked, claiming it was all Rangiku's fault.
"Don't' blame me! Not my fault you've been running around neglecting your job! Sheesh, I know you're a branch, but if the head of the Shiba family behaves like this it will affect the honor of the main household too! Get a hold of yourself already!"
"Here we go again. Every time we disagree, you throw my status and family around. I know you only want me to get back to lower your workload and have fun. Hmm? You can't fool me. I'm well aware that you're actually slowly, but surely increasing my piles while decreasing yours. Evil tactician, demon, witch!"
Matsumoto was at her wits ends and was ready to give her Taichou a piece of her mind. But stopped when Shiba-Taichou called out her name.
"Rangiku!"
As an automatic reflex, Matsumoto calmed down to listen with a quick response of "Hai!"
With a straight and serious face, Shiba Isshin continued.
"Today, because of the time you spent chasing me around…" small pause for drastic effect followed by the usual juvenile voice "…your boobs are all shiny. Nice work!"
To say he got what he deserved was not fully true. He got beaten for this and some previous lapses. Matsumoto finally managed to drag him back to the barracks and office where they were met by a small annoyed child about 4'4'' with turquoise eyes and short, spiked, white hair holding a heap of papers.
"You're late. I already finished these."
Isshin grabbed the shortest member of his squad and his Third Seat, raising him up and down while praising his work.
"You're amazing Toshiro! Worthy of the next Taichou position"
Matsumoto was furious just at the mere idea.
"Hold on! Considering my rank, I should be next in line!"
Isshin shot her a disbelieving look.
"Are you nuts? If someone like you became Taichou, our division would crumble down."
Still high in the air, Toshiro gave the impression of being extremely tired of being handled like a kid, but agreed with his Taichou.
"True. My Bankai training is moving along nicely. I'm sure I'll be fine."
At those words, Matsumoto was even more angered. "Why are you agreeing with him?"
Isshin left the two to their fierce teasing and was looking around the office for a treat he kept safe.
"Did you see my manju? I left it here."
Toshiro paused at that, it was time for diversion maneuvers.
"Taichou, I have something to report."
He guided Isshin to a stack of papers, but was interrupted.
"No, no. My manju comes first. I hid it to eat it afterwards. Did you see it? Did you?"
Toshiro snapped at the irritating conduct.
"How annoying, who cares about a manju? It was not that good to begin with anyway."
His omission was not lost to the Taichou.
"So, you ate it?! How dare you not give it importance. Naughty boy."
Resuming his cool attitude, Toshiro shot his Taichou a deadly glare, which momentarily calmed the man down.
"Do you remember the report from last month?"
Isshin was for a change rather serious.
"You mean from a couple days ago?"
Toshiro let a small sigh escape.
"Yes, but we're already in a new month, so naturally previous reports were logged in the past month. Anyway. The Shinigami assigned to Narukishi, an average size city died in an accident related to a Hollow attack."
"Yeah, I remember that one. It was the case involving the Shinigami of the Fifth and Thirteenth. They're still investigating what happened, though it is strongly believed both sides perished. That's also how that town fell under our jurisdiction."
"Yes, and last night two of our members died in a Hollow attack in the same city."
Those words were like a slap to the face to the normally unperturbed Taichou. Isshin turned to run, but Matsumoto's shout made him do a quick pause.
"Ah! Wait! Where are you going Taichou?!"
"To investigate. I leave the rest to you guys. I'll be gone for about two days. Make sure to take over."
Matsumoto tried to remind him he first had to report to the Sōtaichō, but the other was gone in a Shunpo too fast for her to follow.
"Damn it! Let's go after him Toshiro!"
The youngster disregarded and denied the request.
"No. Let him be. Taichou knows that this is a dangerous task. That's why he is going on his own and that is precisely why we must wait for him to return. You understand, don't you? With our current power, we would be in his way and in doing so jeopardize the success of the mission. We can only wait and take care of the division while he is gone."
Matsumoto hated that the little one was right. And she knew he was. There was no alternative. Shiba-Taichou was a monster when solemn and battle ready. His reiatsu would flatten the both of them to the ground. How could they fight alongside him, if they could not withstand their Taichou's reiatsu? Moving in a circle, she took a seat at her desk and checked for any remaining paperwork. Anything to get her mind away from the heavy atmosphere. She would take Sake a little later, when she felt more spirited.
Aizen Sosuke was having a stressful day. The night before he lost a precious sample, he was still missing his long-forgotten experiments and on top of that none of the cameras were working. Yet, he was not easily deterred. Taking one step at the time, he focused on fixing the recording devices. Adding extra Kido reinforcing spells, he assured they could not be destroyed as easily. He had to thank Gin for bringing him one of the broken gadgets from the Human World. If not, he would be even more behind schedule.
None of his subordinates found it unusual for their Taichou to close himself in the office during working hours. It was revision day and most Taichou's were checking their reports before submitting them to the Sōtaichō. Some of them going as far as triple checking everything. Thus, everyone in the Fifth found it normal for their Taichou's detached behavior.
Unaware of the detail that Aizen-Taichou had long ago finished his duties, but was using the extra time for illegal activities.
The very moment he finished his remaining touches on the upgraded machinery, he received a visit from Kaname Tousen. Right on time to hand over the now functional equipment. Having had a bit of tea the two shared a pleasant afternoon, ignorant to the latest development and the unexpected move of Shiba- Taichou. They agreed to meet in the lab at eight. He would make sure his plans moved along. After all, a few obstacles were to be expected on the path of becoming a God. Nothing would stand in his way and if there was a problem, he would crush it, reducing it to dust.
Night engulfed the World of the Living and one saddened Masaki had to leave her friends home. She managed to get along with her classmate Shiho* and was looking forward to another day of school where they could encounter and spend time together. Once back at the Ishida's home, she realized she had completely forgotten her 'Holy training'.
"Heh, ops! Hope aunty won't be upset."
She herself did not believe in those words. From the little she has learnt about aunt Else and the Ishida's, she knew she was in for scolding. Aunty was the Matriarch of the household and rank higher than her husband. If she was to go through the family scrolls, she would see that Else was the last of the Ishida's, while Soken belonged to a minor Echt* house. Therefore, her rules were law.
Else was strict since she had been raised in the Quincy believes of old. After the fall of the Emperor, many families argued on what was the proper conduct. To assist Shinigami or not. Seeing that the Shinigami did seal their King, many refused to have anything else to do with Soul Society. They strongly believed it was better to deal with problems on their own. Should a Hollow come to the Living World, they would not interfere and wait in the shadows and let the Shinigami take care of them. When the Shinigami failed, they took over and finished the Hollow off if it was close to their residence.
It was a system which preserved the purity of their blood and lineage. A Quincy bitten or damaged by a Hollow was considered Gemischt. Though, those bitten rarely survived. Only a powerful Echt Quincy could heal such a wound. Else herself had suffered a terrible wound on her leg. Thankfully the injury was sustained years after she gave birth to her son. Even thought, she was now a Gemischt, she proudly stood her ground and lead her clan with all the grace she possessed before the accident.
No one dared to take the authoritative title away from her. She got wounded while protecting her family and house from a horde of berserk Hollows. All involved witnessed her strength and power. The damage done to her leg should have been fatal, yet she persisted. Another reason why none were brave enough to remove her from her position.
She raised her son with the same believes and methods. Echts were too scarce and precious to be endangered by feeble emotions like compassion and sympathy. After all that happened and the second war, Quincy lost any desire to make amends with the Shinigami.
Else knew however, that her husband had been raised differently from her. He belonged to one of the few houses who tried to calm the situation and battles. They came from a distant lineage of consultants who used to be under the Sovereign and as such they made it their goal to stop any bloodshed between Quincy and Shinigami. Their focus on the tale of the first Lady Masaki who wedded a Shinigami. Yet, at the time their families were in a pinch. Both had but one heir to their dynasty and arranged Else and Soken's marriage when they were but kids. It took a lot of time, but in the end Else became fond of Soken. Their matrimony was perhaps not the best in the world, but they did everything they felt was right and correct. When in dilemmas, they talked to each other and most of the time could come to an agreement or a compromise.
In recent years, Soken had started doing things more privately, leaving Else out. That was a great blow to her pride as a Quincy, but even more so as a mother and wife. She had no qualms, she knew that Soken did not want for her to overexert her past injury. The arrival of the Heika and the little lady did not help her situation at all and the added stress was eating at the Lady of the House.
In just those few days, Masaki could tell that her Aunty was feeling lonely. The girl tried to reminisce her mother's stories about the Ishida's but thinking of her late family hurt a lot. Clearing her head, she went to her chambers, did her leftover homework, changed and refreshed just in time for dinner.
It seemed like the only ones' present were Else and Masaki. Ryuken was belayed by a school assignment, while Soken left for training at Fünftes Feld*. Having been surrounded by so many powerful individuals, Soken felt the need to tone up his skills. He did leave a message to his wife notifying her of his leave. Though he omitted to say when he would be back.
During the meal Else tried to get a feel of how Masaki was raised and if she was a good match for her Ryuken.
"So, Masaki-san how was school?"
The air-headed girl did not hear the whole question, but answered anyway.
"Oh! Eh, you mean me? I am feeling rather well Aunty."
The elder lady retorted with a snappish: "I asked about school, not you."
Masaki realized she messed-up a little, but did lot let it bother her.
"Oh, school! Ah! It was delightful. I made lots of friends. Did you know you can get extra servings of cabbage and pickles for free at lunch!"
The energetic girl went on for several minutes about the days activities, until stopped by Else's next inquiry.
"Well, then. What about the 'Holy training'?"
At that Masaki stopped. She was not sure if Else was already aware she skipped the lesson.
"Ah, that, well… Umm, I'm taking baby steps."
Else looked at the girl blankly, only to erupt in a loud fit.
"What do you mean with 'baby steps'?"
Masaki's quiet "Sorry.", fell on deaf ears.
"Do you understand your position? Now that the predecessors died and you have no siblings means you are the last living member of the Kurosaki noble house. We have accepted to raise you as fellow Quincy. How can we do that if you neglect your duties toward your heritage and training?"
Masaki did look slightly mortified, but tried to raise her aunt's spirits.
"…I know, sorry… Dinner is delicious."
Her attempt obviously failed. However, she was saved by Ryuken's arrival.
"Mother! Please stop. You can be heard from even outside."
Else quietly exhaled, stood up and moved to the exit of the room.
"Excuse me, I will be retiring to my quarters. I'll have your meal prepared now. When you finish, contact Katagiri to tidy up."
Ryuken followed his mother's movements with his head.
"What about Heika and father?"
Else paused at the door, but did not meet her son's eyes.
"His Majesty contacted me and remorsefully informed he was busy with a business appointment. As for your father, he is at Funfest Feld. And I too, would like to know when he will be back."
She left, quietly closing the door behind. Ryuken turned to glance at Masaki.
"Masaki-san. Please forgive my mother. Lately she is very lonely and inappropriately directing all her ire on you."
Having finished her meal, Masaki too stood from her chair, cheerful as ever.
"What are you talking about Ryu-chan? Me? Forgive her for what? I'm not angry or upset, see? You shouldn't worry about little things like this Ryu-chan. Thanks for the food, I'll go back to my room too."
As she reached the door, she stopped just to give a quick advice.
"Oh, by the way today's shrimp gratin was to die for. If you don't want it, I'll eat your share later. See you!"
With that said, she ran leaving a dismayed Ryuken behind. Katagiri had been present in the kitchen when Lady Else asked for someone to attend to her son's meal. The young maid took the opportunity to serve the young master, hoping to get some alone time with him. For years, she's been hiding her crush, yet moments to see the young master alone were precious and she cherished each second, even though no one was aware. Hence, she embraced the opportunity to take the duty of her colleague.
"Young Master, the meal is ready. Can I prepare the table?"
Ryuken was surprised by Katagiri's sudden arrival. He had been so preoccupied he had overlook his surroundings. Still, he always had a small smile ready for her.
"Yes, please Katagiri."
With practiced ease, Katagiri prepared the table for her charge.
"Katagiri?"
"Yes? What is the matter Young Master?"
"… Masaki… I am sure she knows that mother allowed her into the Ishida family for the sole purpose of protecting our pure Quincy bloodline. Mother is hoping for an arranged marriage between the two of us."
Katagiri was saddened, but did her best not to show it.
"Did Else-sama talk about it with lady Masaki?"
"No, but Masaki is not stupid. I wonder if mother thinks she would not notice. To be frank… I'm not so sure Masaki would be joyful to marry me."
Those words hurt Katagiri profoundly and yet, she could not but be simultaneously content. Complacent. The carrying words made her speak quietly.
"The Young Master thinks that weddings among Quincy should be based on love. How kind."
Realizing she spoke aloud, she continued in an elated voice looking at Ryuken.
"I'm certain that your kindness will be more than enough to make lady Masaki very happy."
Ryuken looked out the window, it was getting cloudy and would probably rain in a little while.
"Preposterous. Why do you say I'm kind? I want Masaki to be happy, because if you are not happy you can't possibly look at the future positively. Not 'our' future, but that of the 'Quincy'."
Once again Katagiri was deeply perturbed by her protégé's train of thoughts. Yet, that is how he has been raised. She knew, for she had been present for the majority of his upbringing. She was first introduced and brought to be a maid at the tender age of six. It's been ten years since her first day. Not once had she thought less of her master. His education, the way he saw the world, the seriousness in which he took his duties, those were all characteristics she adored about him.
She was brought to the house to protect him with her very life. That was both her duty and, secretly, her greatest satisfaction. She dedicated her whole life around this one task. The well-being and future of her young Master. Lady Masaki brought a dash of freshness in a house constricted by rules and tradition. In the short span Masaki-sama was brought to the household, it felt more radiant. If Lady Masaki could bring more smiles to her young Master, Katagiri would endure her jealousy and be glad for Ryuken-sama. Even if Ryuken-sama was destined to be with another woman, she would be content as long as she could remain by his side and bask in his presence.
The day spent with Ossan had been very boring to one Shirosaki Ichirou. Cursed bureaucracy and the never-ending forms to fill and sign. Oh well, at least another annoying task out of the way. Masaki's adoption papers were completed, Ossan's company was moving along rather well. It was still early to say it was done, but it was a smooth operation. They had found a very nice place for the new headquarters. 'Law for Justice' was a renowned attorney firm offering advocates, counseling, litigators, legal professionals of all fields including criminalistics, detectives, forensic expert, investigators and all sorts of relevant services.
Its success laid in the abundant knowledge and righteousness the CEO possessed. Ossan had done an amazing job when he first opened the business and made sure it was 'hereditary'. As soon as Ossan hit a certain 'age' within the company, he would pass it on to his 'successor'. Basically, to the humans he would appear to age. Manipulating his reiatsu he would bring Shirosaki and introduce him as the next 'heir'. The two of them appeared relatives to the human eyes, while they in fact retained their same forms. Shirosaki spent the day proving he knew what he needed to do and assuring he would lead the company with the same fairness of his predecessor. As soon as that was done and out of the way, Ossan's old form would 'retire' and he would adopt the new semblances.
Shirosaki did not have to work, but he did often find it a pleasurable pastime. He did get the job as secretary and sometimes of an apprentice. Needless to say, he was good at each branch and field within the company. He could easily solve a crime-scene, contradict or defend a case, forensics was not his forte, but he knew a lot to pass as a junior freshman. As for the detectives, that was perhaps his greatest achievement. After all, it had been Shirosaki's idea to open the sector with private detectives and it did bring a lot of income.
All in all, it could have been worse, so he did not complain. The two spent the whole day together and dined out, having already advised the Ishida's of Ossan's arranged duty. Night fell and the two met Urahara and Yoruichi in her cat figure. It was decided that Urahara would stay behind with Tessai to protect Karakura and to alert them should the Hollow return. As promised, Urahara gave them two hooded raven black long cloaks with long sleeves. The material was most definitely unlike anything Shirosaki had seen before, like a blend of leather and cotton, but much more flexible and light. Shirosaki removed his own jacket and left it for Tessai-san, asking politely if it could be taken to his room. Once they put the cloaks on, they were amazed at how easily it concealed their reiatsu. Not that Ossan needed it, but it was a good precaution.
"Good, good. I see they work perfectly. Now in your inner left sleeve you will find a button. Should you find yourselves in a tricky situation, just press it and the cloak blend in with its surrounds just like a chameleon. The change requires a full second to complete and the best thing is, besides yourselves, no one else will be able to see you. These are prototypes, so please do treat them with care."
Figures the crazy scientist would use them as tests one way or another. Shirosaki rolled his eyes, while asking for directions. He could not remember the last time he had to go to Soul Society. It was a long time ago and he was never fond of the place. Yoruichi thankfully broke the silence.
"If I was to go to Soul Society, would you be able to open a Garganta to my location?"
Shirosaki smirked and nodded his head.
"Of course, as long as you get there and don't move I can find you and open a way."
Yoruichi made an understanding sound and within the blink of an eye disappeared in the night. Several tense minutes later, they were contacted via transmitters that she was ready and waiting for them.
Shirosaki had to admit it was not easy. The cat was small and he could barely sense her in the other dimension. Concentrating he managed to pin-point her whereabouts and opened a Garganta. The two came in a desolate ruined place. At first glance Ossan thought Shirosaki may have made a mistake, but that idea was washed away once he noticed Yoruichi climbing down a tree. She hopped nonchalantly on Shirosaki's shoulder who gave her a disapproving look.
"What? Are you not going to offer assistance to a lady in need?"
Shirosaki continued to stare the cat blankly, not in the least amused.
"You know you could always stand on Ossan's shoulders instead of mine."
"But you are at the perfect height, any higher and it would not be as enjoyable."
As to prove her point, she lightly stretched and made herself even more comfortable.
"Che. Whatever, so where is this hideout."
Yoruichi pointed to a devastated building with the tip of her tail. The two advanced to the indicated spot and froze. Shirosaki was no good with barriers, but he could tell this one was something else. As predicted it was as a protection and alarm system, but it also worked as a monitor. Ossan cautiously approached the barrier and inspected it with calculating eyes. Many minutes later he spoke.
"I believe it will be better to use the blending button. Shirosaki go ahead and press it, I will do the same."
So, they did. Once they were 'invisible' Ossan placed the palm of his hand on the ward. Shirosaki gulped, if they were found they would lose the element of surprise. Yet, nothing happened. Shirosaki was looking back and forth between Ossan and his hand, trying to figure out what was going on. He was so deep in thought that he nearly missed Ossan's statement.
"Go ahead Shirosaki it will let you through. Once you pass it will be my turn."
Shirosaki did as told. Passing the barrier made him get goosebumps. Whoever made the damned thing was extremely skilled and strong. Ossan soon followed in his steps. Together they cautiously proceeded and came in front of a closed door. They appeared to be right in time to hear a light conversation between three male individuals. The first voice was calm and surprisingly soothing to the ear.
"What a surprise. The Taichou of the Tenth division. Why is he there?"
The next voice was more uptight and severe.
"He did not report that he was going."
A third one joined in, seeming to be overly excited.
"Oh-ho. He went without permission. Poor Isshin will be scolded. But this is no good. It will cause us some trouble."
He may have said so, but it sounded like he was looking forward to the issue at hand. The first voice could be heard speaking.
"That's fine. An unexpected harvest. I want to see it closer. Is there a way?"
Shirosaki shivered, that tone had been so deceitful. It may have been tranquil, but there is a hidden feverish fervor which quite literally made him sick. They heard sounds of moving chairs and machinery. Making a quick decision, the two plus a cat, moved to the sides. And they were barely on time, for the door opened to reveal three leaving figures.
As soon as the three were out of sight, they received an urgent call from Urahara.
"Everyone can you hear me? We have a little problem, our friend from last night came back and is engaged in a battle against a Taichou."
Sheesh, my Muse and I have overestimated the appearance of a certain someone. I did say two chapters, but I may have spoken too soon. As you can see, Muse-sama is telling me to make the story timeline and flow nicer, so I regret to inform we are delaying the arrival of a little protector for at least one more chapter. Though, with the way I've been typing away, it may take me a little longer. My humblest apologies. I do hope the tale is at least compensation enough to appease any anger.
Looking forward to any and all criticism.
*Shiho* = Japanese name meaning 'Will and sail'. 志 (shi) is the aspiration and aim to achieve what you put your efforts into. 苑 (ho) is to walk. It's a wish to walk upon life correctly. I've got the name from the Manga itself and couldn't leave it unexplained. Once I saw the meaning being 'will and sail' it reminded me of a boat. Wonder why? Maybe because I will have to embark soon. Just a few more days left before my departure :(
*Fünftes Feld* = German for Fifth field. Tried to keep part one as accurate as possible with an influx of my own x3
*Echt* = German for 'real', written in Japanese it means 'Pure-Blooded'.
Reminders: English is still not my mother language. So, if I made any mistakes or any errors, please let me know. I am the writer and the spellcheck person all in one, not an easy job. I know this is getting old. But better safe than sorry xD
Wishing everyone an amazing day/night :D