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Chapter XXX
"What the…?! You've got to be shitting me!?"
Haschwalth would have, oh so gladly, rolled his eyes at Bazzard's choice of words but, barely, managed to suppress the urge. He would never give either Bazz or Shirosaki the pleasure of teasing him for committing such an act. It was, after all, a privilege he had willingly given to only one person in his life and it was, certainly, neither of them. Therefore, a shake of the head followed by a sigh was all he would allow himself.
Though, admittedly, he had not expected for his Majesty and Shirosaki to make this kind of entrance. Using Ishida's medallion and coming through the main door, should have been the natural proceeding.
So, why? Why did the Emperor deem it appropriate to unveil Shirosaki's true identity? Aside from he himself, the Heika, the young Denka and the same Shirosaki, no other soul had known of Shirosaki's Hollow's side. Years, turned centuries, of keeping the albino's origins a well-maintained secret, were officially flushed down the metaphorical toilet.
He was truly baffled. Nonetheless, he trusted the King's judgment. Even in this situation, where, in his opinion, it was lacking. And if Shirosaki's blank stare was any indication, he too had not anticipated both of their presences. Well, more like, he had not known Bazzard would be attending.
Still, the calm and pleased expression on the Emperors features, spoke volumes without the need to utter a single syllable. Heika had wanted to reveal Shirosaki's roots to Bazz. If that had not been the case, this situation would have never occurred nor would he be thinking about it. Shirosaki was the first to break the aggravating silence, giving the Heika an irritated look.
"You know, there are dozens of ways we could have done this. And each and every single one I can come up with, would have been much more… entertaining. Don't get me started on all the good old times spent on concealing my irrefutable uniqueness and the endless guessing games. Thanks to this stunt of yours, it's all ruined."
Shirosaki's voice, at the beginning, had been relatively calm, only to grow steadily with each sentence. It became clear he was playing around to break the tension by sounding overly dramatic. Catching on that notion, the Emperor went along with the act and, with a raised eyebrow, flatly inquired.
"Your point is…?"
Throwing his hands in the air, pretending to be angered, only to cross them across his chest like a pouting child, Shirosaki hissed between the teeth.
"You could have said it advance. No, scratch that! You should have told me you were planning a prank. I would have made a flashier appearance."
The banter proved to be more than enough to pull Bazzard out of his stupor. Having regained his composure, he joined in on the fun.
"Well, I've got to admit one does not see this every day. Jugo, thanks for calling me in. Aw… did the Pale Demon bite more than what he can chew and got eaten by a Hollow in the process? Hah! Serves you right you punk! Rejoice, you scoundrel, for you don't look that much different than a few days ago. Guess your manic complexion and nature followed you in all through death."
It was Shirosaki's turn to laugh out loud at the other's foolishness. Thanks to the outburst, he was fully awake. Next to the Hollow, the Quincy King was trying really hard to contain his amusement, not that he was very successful, since a few snickers passed through his defenses. Haschwalth too, was doing a poor job at keeping cool. Bazzard was turning his head from one person to the other. The peculiar unison reaction was weird. There was something fishy in the air, like he was the only one in the dark of some sort of twisted joke. He didn't have to think too much about it, for Shirosaki calmed down enough to stare him dead in the eyes and speak up in an amused tone.
"Silly Black Huron, do you really believe I could be bested by a meager Hollow? Ha! As if! You should know better than that. After all, how many times did I kick your ass from one week to the next?"
Leave it to Shirosaki to challenge Bazzard and push his buttons.
"Yeah?! Well, that was before. I, for one, did not die or got killed, you moron. Do you have any idea how long I've been around? Compared to you, a reincarnation, I have lived on. Now, I'm at least six times stronger than back then. Come at me if you dare. I'll mess you up all black and blue, you won't know where is up or what is down."
Bazzard had been more than a little peeved at the reminder of his past defeats. It had always been a sore subject and it did not change with the passing of time. Thus, his irritation was a normal response to the current situation. They would have to break it to the pink-headed joker that Shirosaki had always been part Hollow. Haschwalth's arctic blue crossed reddish-brown. A silent agreement was made.
"Bazzard, you may want to back down. Shirosaki is just provoking you, as usual. Unless you get a hold of yourself, I'll have no other choice but to ask you to leave. Shirosaki, you should really stop your teasing. At the moment, we don't have many people we can put our trust into. Haschwalth and Bazzard have proven themselves worthy and it is precisely because of their unfaltering loyalty that I have decided to show Bazzard your true colors. We cannot assume or warrant honesty, unless we ourselves do the same."
It was fascinating how every soul settled down at the slightest request from his Majesty. It was but one of the many talents which mesmerized the blonde of the group.
Having made his point known, the Emperor sat on the first available chair. A mug started to make its appearance and the aroma of coffee prompted Shirosaki to take his spot opposite of the Quincy. A second cup was soon forming to Shirosaki's great joy. Bazzard shot Haschwalth with a skeptic raised eyebrow but received the silent treatment. As soon as Haschwalth took his spot on the square table, he too settled down, to his right the imposing figure of the King and to his left an enigmatic Shirosaki. With the addition of the serious Jugo in front of him, he was at a loss as of what was going on.
"Before we start, I would like to clarify Shirosaki's nature to you Bazzard Black. From the very beginning, Shirosaki was and is a Hybrid. A natural born one at that. Born from a Vasto Lorde and Shinigami. Don't ask how that occurred, for that is a tale only Shirosaki has the right to state. Just know that in the past, before he joined the court as Ichigo's bodyguard, he did me a favor and I was indebted to him. As a token of gratitude, I gave him a device which converted his reiatsu into a human's. He couldn't be seen by non-spiritually aware beings. Yet, thanks to the item I provided, he was able to pose as a human when he came to the castle to apply for the position. You know that all at the palace were able to see ghosts and Hollows alike. Since then, not once did he do anything to earn my distrust. He might be different from us but he has proven himself times and times again."
Bazzard was so awestruck his mouth was wide open. Gaping from the Emperor to the Hollow-like creature, he took his time in realizing he looked like a fish out of water. When he looked at Haschwalth, somehow, he came to understand that this was old news to his companion. That alone was enough to enrage him. And, though, he was ready to pluck a few heads off, he willed himself to take several deep breaths. That did not mean, however, that his fury had been extinguished.
"Heika, with all due respect, may I know just what kind of 'courtesy' did Shirosaki do to permit him anywhere near the Denka? Surely, there were other ways a debt could have been paid? Why would you allow a Hollow among us? And you, Jugo! You knew! …You knew and did not see it fit to fill me in? Where the bloody hell was your mind?! He could have been feral, could have hurt the prince…"
No sooner had he uttered that sentence, did Shirosaki abruptly stand from his chair, knocking it over in the process, and grabbed Bazzard by the collar of his white jacket.
"You listen… and you listen well Bazz-B. You can tarnish my name, my origins or myself as much as you want. But don't you ever…EVER… say I could have, would have, can or will in any way hurt the only person I care about! You have no idea how important he was… and still is to me."
The last part struck Bazzard to the core. Upset he understood, the yelling even more, but the hurt and soft tone in that last verdict, was beyond his understanding.
Thinking back to those days, he had to admit that yes, it was rare to see one without the other tagging along. In most cases, a Denka going to the numerous classes with a grumpy Shirosaki following behind. He had thought Shirosaki took his job seriously and made sure not to be too far from the 'Orange Menace'. To think, there had been so much more than what met the eyes.
'Ah, shoot! Should have realized that sooner… I mean they were really inseparable, all those times spent together must have turned them into really good friends. Besides, I should have known Heika would have never allowed Shirosaki anywhere close to the Denka if he had not been trustworthy. Least of all, to become the kid's guard.'
Glancing in Jugo's direction, he fully grasped how stupid he had been. Jugo may have not let anyone know, but he had been much more connected to the young prince that anyone thought. What with Jugo being the little one's uncle and member of the family. Letting out a puff of air, he looked back at Shirosaki, who had yet to release his hold on him.
"Ok! Got it! Don't get your trousers in a twist."
He may have been wrong, but hell would freeze over before he said sorry. That was the best the Pale Demon would get. Considering he was released, unharmed might he add, and the complacent look in the other's eyes, he was sure that was the end of that discussion.
It seemed the Emperor, too, was under the same impression, as he continued as thought nothing ever happened.
"Just for your references, I was indebted to Shirosaki for saving Ichigo's life. I am sure I do not have to remind just what Shirosaki did at the palace which earned him his position."
Bazzard quietly gulped. It was official, he was an idiot. How in the world did he forget that particular day? He should have known better than to doubt his Majesty's judgement. He was still very irked at not having been informed until today but said nothing in fear of angering anyone else. Nonetheless, the King must have read him like an open book, for he continued on.
"Both Ichigo and Shirosaki believed it wise to keep this data undisclosed. Can you imagine the uproar it would have caused, had anyone suspected, let alone, knew? Haschwalth was the sole exception and I personally requested for his word of honor that none shall be made aware of Shirosaki's predicament. That, regrettably, included you as well. Though, you were not advised not for fear of revealing Shirosaki's identity, but for worry that you would take your sparring sessions a notch too far."
Bazzard was the first to acknowledge those words were naught but the truth. Heck, he sure did get many satisfying battles from the pale guy. True, had he known he could have pushed the other harder, there were no doubts he would have done so. Now that he thought about it, the Denka did come frequently to break their friendly fights. More like, every single time, before they could go all out.
Man, no wonder those had been amazing. A little too astounding. Oh, boy! All this time the answer to the stupid riddle Shirosaki made-up whenever he asked about the youngster's heritage had been right in front of his face. And quite literally too! Rightfully, mocking his ignorance.
His attempt at getting some kind of guidance from his blonde companion, met an instantaneous and devastating death. Jugo had been game in the whole deceit. Darn it! Jugo was supposed to be his best friend! Oh, well. Apparently, family ties and what not, won him over. Jugo never floundered his adoption into the Kurosaki's House. Thus, not many were privy to that detail. Bazz had been the only one, aside from his newfound family, to know about it. For that reason and the sake of their camaraderie, in his heart, he already forgave the other for not giving him a hit or mentioning the scheme at all. That did not mean, he would skip this golden opportunity at poking some extra fun at his partner's expense.
Though, why let him know now? They had been really good at hiding this sweet information for so long. Not that he minded, but he was curious. How come Heika had gone out of his way to, not only tell him, but to show him irrefutable proof that Shirosaki had Hollow blood in his veins? Once again, his musing was broken by the ever-perceptive Emperor.
"Now then. You might be wondering why we are letting you on this intel. Consider it a token of our appreciation as well as a display of good faith in you. It is also a necessary data you should have. For, I do hope, we shall be working together."
Without hesitation, Bazzard lifted his right arm to the left side of his chest, his fist tightly closed, nodding once. The gesture was telling without the use of words, that he was humbly accepting and would do everything in his power to assist his Majesty, no matter what the request.
The Emperor, too, nodded once, a thankful small smile gracing his ruff features. Shirosaki scoffed, crossed his hands close to his chest like a pouting child and while looking at nothing in particular proclaimed:
"At least now he knows I never croaked in the first place. Yeah, like that is an easy thing to do. I can still kick his butt anyplace, anytime."
That was Shirosaki's way of accepting someone into his inner circle, therefore, none paid him much attention. Except, a fuming Bazzard, who, wisely, kept his mouth shut.
"Anyway, there is a much more important reason I called you both here. To bring you up-to-date with Soren's activities as well as a most disturbing revelation that certain Sternritters seem to be unreliable."
That piqued both Haschwalth's and Bazzard's interest. Bazzard could not believe anyone was stupid enough to go against Heika, especially those who witnessed his might.
Haschwalth, on the other hand, patiently waited for the revelation of whom had caused the enigmatic message 'House full of rodents'. The mere thought, was enough to make his blood boil enough to wish to cut such ignorant nitwits to ribbons. A part of him dreaded to find out whom his Majesty had meant.
At the same time, he was thirsting for knowledge. Because, in situations like these, facts were power which by far transcended physical strength. Knowing your allies and enemies was crucial. The phrase: 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' came to mind. He will enjoy immensely in making the life of the perpetrators a never-ending nightmare.
After taking a deep breath, the Quincy King started by bringing up-to-speed Bazzard with regards to the ex-Shinigami they are associating with and the possible new threat named Aizen Sosuke. He proceeded therefore to enlighten them about the 'family heirloom' which both Soren and the mysterious Aizen Shinigami were gunning for.
For the sake of not walking on eggshells whenever a conversation pertaining to the Haldister gem popped-up, he gave a quick briefing on the stone's properties and powers. He moved forward on to recounting all which transpired the previous night as well as the quick conversation with Urahara and the strategy of infiltrating Seireitei through the Shinigami Academy.
Shirosaki noticed there was a minor diversion form the original. The time spent in the hidden chamber had been completely left out, as if Ossan had completely forgotten about it. Instead, the story was taken from the forest to the Shoten without pause. It appeared the shock from that night left a blank in the others memories. He swore to be even more vigilant of Ossan's well-being. He made sure, no one realized his minor astonishment and continued to pretend to feel lethargic.
None made a sound while the Emperor spoke and it would be several minutes afterwards that anyone dared to speak up their minds. Looking from the Emperor, to the Second in Command and all the way to Shirosaki, who appeared to have nearly dozed off more than once, Bazzard Black was having a hard time processing the whole conversation.
He only now fully grasped how deranged a mind was hidden beneath the mask wearing Regent. Halfway through the narration, he had wondered how come Soren continued to live. Had he been on the Emperor's place, Soren would already be dead. Why did they not eliminate him on sight before the first meeting?
Compared to that, the revelation of the traitor's names did not come out as such a surprise. Driscoll had always annoyed him with his superiority complex. Since the guy was all brawl and no brains, it wasn't so surprising he would switch sides. The same could be said for Jerome, who was more animal than human. Beat him into submission and his animalistic tendencies will surface and change parties. Huh? That must have been how Soren got him in the first place.
Of course, wherever Jerome was, Berenice was not far behind. He never understood the relationship between the two, but some things are better left unexposed. Though, he had to give it to Soren. To be able to withstand Berenice 'The Question' must not have been an easy feat. There was no way Berenice would shift unless one could endure her incessant interrogations. It was proof of a skilled and twisted personality.
Speaking of sick minds, Giselle and PePe really topped the cake. What could have Soren promised to the nut-case guy dressed as a woman? He shuddered at the thought. PePe was another special case, he dared not even consider what the payment must entice. It will be imperative to keep an extra set of eyes on the fatty male. God only knows what will happen if the lunatic uses his 'Love' on Jugo.
The knowledge that Huber was involved and trying to get more followers was the greatest surprise. As the Vice-captain of the Sternritter, he could easily coax others to believe in the Regent and make him the new Monarch. Although it was plausible, the plan had a major flaw. Only one who could sit on the Throne and live to tell the tale was to be chosen as the Sovereign. It was designed to be used by one who could rule and be 'The Father of the Quincy'. The Throne was specially made to select the rightful heir.
In the past only one individual, besides Heika, had ever sat upon it, used its might and survived. The Denka. Prior to that incident, many were cynic and disbelieving when the Emperor announced that the palace and empire will be left in the care of a child. Imagine all of their surprise when the little tyke assumed momentary command of their troops.
Bazzard remembered well. It was during the time the Quincy and Shinigami looked to make a truce. The King had been invited to Soul Society for a peace conference and left the young Denka and Haschwalth behind. Not long after the Sovereign's departure, the palace was attacked by an army of Hollows. The prince's tactics in fighting against the humongous horde of Hollows as well as the use of the Throne, had lead them to victory with no casualties on their side.
Such a glorious battle won by the one all had considered to be an infant. To say the vast majority had been left speechless, would be an understatement. Lets' just say, from that day on, none had ever doubted the Denka's birthright and future role as the sole heir to the Throne. Still, apparently, thanks to Soren and his plots, he didn't last long enough to assume his rightful position.
That on itself, made him pause. In all the centuries since his demise, how come the Denka never once reincarnated? Bazzard couldn't bring himself to state this delicate inquiry. He had so many questions, not enough time to ask, let alone to get answers. He would have to settle with the first priority. And apparently, that was the same conclusion Jugo had come up with, if his question was any indication.
"Heika, what should be done with the traitors? Just give us the word and we will deliver them in pieces on a silver platter."
Bazzard had a grin stretched on his face. It was so big, in fact, it was in danger of splitting his face. He had not expected this kind of blood-lust from Jugo. Ha! It seemed, he had much more of a 'good' influence on his partner than he originally thought. Either that, or he was pissed beyond words. Why was there a little voice in the back of his head urging him to believe it was probably the latter? He never got to chase that inner argument as the deep tenor of the Emperor brought him out before it actually happened.
"There won't be any need, for now. I actually do believe, if we play our cards right, we may get even closer to Soren and his future plans. Make no mistakes, for his past crimes, his current conspiracies and future misconducts, I do not intend to kill him."
Silence and astonished looks were thrown at the King. Had the Emperor completely lost it? No sooner had the idea settled in both Bazzard's and Haschwalth's minds, Heika changed his posture from tranquil to outright murderous. He placed his elbows on the table crossing his fingers at the top. In a smooth move, he gently and, oh, so slowly, laid his chin on mentioned on top of those digits. A dangerous, sinister smirk along with blazing eyes did a marvelous job of reducing those present to ashes. When he resumed talking, it was with a vicious and dark voice.
"On the contrary, this time the mission is complete annihilation. I desire to obliterate him to the point he will never, ever, return in any form. I am not going to give him the privilege of being imprisoned in the deepest pits of Hell. What he did, along with his existing misbehaving's, warrants nothing less. For that, I need to make sure there are no errors on the way and no loopholes he could use to come back. Turning him to dust will be naught but an affront to what I want him to go through. I plan to fragment and shred his very soul into nothingness and erase him from existence."
Dear Lord, to be this terrifying, should be illegal. Surely, not even Yamamoto's flames could hold a candle to the intense heat radiating from the Quincy King at that moment in time. No wonder the Shinigami had considered the Quincy a threat. With a ruler like Heika at their side, the Quincy must have been the most frightening race in all the worlds. Like hell spawns, used in scary nighttime stories.
Oh my, were all three witnessing the event, ever so glad they were not on the others' bad side. They'd rather be running over the hills, over and over again than be on the receiving end of Heika's raging fury.
At the mere thought, Bazzard visibly paled and gulped. Haschwalth was more reserved, but he too was failing to conceal his shuddering. Shirosaki was occasionally shivering in awe, dread, respect and a certain level of eagerness. What to say, but that he is part Hollow? He found thrill in the idea of battle. Not to mention, the chance of reducing an opponent to smithereens. Better yet, he was indirectly being given permission. Ah, the joy!
Having made his point clear, he lowered his hands from the table, leaving a small part of the wrists and his still crossed fingers atop. With the next large intake and exhale of breath, the deadly aura vanished from the room. Leaving the rest of the occupants in a cold sweat.
"Soren mentioned he has a laboratory in an old dungeon. In other words, he converted a prison into a lab. I would greatly appreciate if you two can locate this hide-out. Based on his words, there must be a device which assisted him in gaining memories of his previous life. I am very positive the same machinery is one of the components responsible for his resurrection. Without the location, we cannot remove him for good. Therefore, this will be our starting point and the top priority."
The Emperor made a quick pause before continuing.
"The traitors will be dealt with in due time. However, we can make the best out of the situation at hand and use their ignorance to our benefit. We do know that Hubert and Giselle are in charge of getting more soldiers on Soren's side. I leave it up to you two on how you go about thwarting those plans without getting caught."
He gave Haschwalth and Bazzard a meaningful look, hoping the two got the picture. It was more for Bazzard's sake rather than his Second in Command. After all, Haschwalth did not need much data compared to the thick-headed 'Heat'. One of the many things he had always been thankful about the silent Balancer and Head Tactician.
"As for Berenice and Driscoll… heh… well, they will never be able to locate Masaki and thus, at the moment, they are irrelevant. Just be cautious around them, especially Jerome. He is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but his instincts are spot on. If his new 'pack' is in danger, he will attack and, in the process, expose our involvement."
He took a small break to make sure everything sank in. Noticing the eager gazes on his spectators he proceeded.
"As it stands, Hubert and PePe are our main concerns. Hubert has two tasks: to persuade more Sternritters in electing Soren as the new Ruler, the second one is to get Haschwalth to their side. PePe will be monitoring everything and will abuse any weakness displayed. He will pounce at any given chance, so be careful. His 'Love' can manipulate the hearts and minds of anyone he manages to hit, therein lies his greatest flaw. He actually has to hit the target. If one is fast enough, it can be altogether avoided. Haschwalth, you must take extra precautions around him without alerting him. Know that he will not hesitate nor will he give Hubert enough time to persuade you to their side."
Stopping once again, the Emperor took another small breath, only to continue with in a slightly dejected manner.
"It is for these reasons, I would like you to consider an additional task. Gradually, you can give hints here and there to Hubert that you are eager for action. Make him believe that you are getting tired of waiting for the seal to release me from my confinement and that you wish deeply to have the Wandenreich move in any direction. Anything to break the current stand-still."
It did not take a genius to realize the idea was not up to Haschwalth's liking. And, judging by the tone in Heika's voice, he too was not pleased by having to suggest it. Although, if Hubert believed he was the one to coax Haschwalth to their side, by default, their issue with PePe would be no more. In doing so, the blonde could secure a firm place within Soren's ranks and be the perfect spy to his Majesty. The risks were high and chances of being discovered even greater, yet the advantages would be immeasurable.
Having considered all options, Haschwalth met the Emperor's eyes and nodded in agreement. Bazzard would have protested but, yet again, refrained from doing anything rash. At the end of the day, it was only up to Jugo and no one else. The King did give him an outing and did not force the suggestion. That and many more traits, were undeniable characteristics of the Sovereign Bazzard admired.
The meeting went on for a while, all four giving their input on how to deal with the assigned tasks. Bazzard was not left out, as he had to pry and poke the remaining Sternritter to reaffirm those who continue to be loyal and separate possible future conspirators. He was to also check which soldiers could be easily bought or fooled as those would undoubtedly end up as Soren's minions.
Any semblance or need for sleep long forgotten. Shirosaki was wide awake and eerily aware of everything going on both inside the meeting and outside of it. He wanted to make sure a Hollow such as the one from the previous night would not jump out of tin air. Especially given their prolonged stay within the 'Shadow's realm'. Ossan had kept the transmitters received from the shopkeeper but they were rendered partly useless. They did send part of their discussion back to the Shoten. Yet, their location and certain topics were well concealed. The Emperor did not want to give too much data to the scientist on his army or its whereabouts.
Honestly, it was pointless. Why give him their reiatsu but not give him info on the Wandenreich? Surely, sooner or later Getabōshi will figure out that they had been inside the shadows of Soul Society. Truth be told, Shirosaki was a little disappointed the nutcase did not call them in on that tiny detail. Meh, maybe he needed more time to get to the bottom of it. Either that, or the shop owner was not that interested since they were working together.
Speak of the devil and in he talks, mentioned crazy hat wearing man was calling them via the little trinkets. As the devices were already in their possession, Ossan called for a moment of silence until he spoke to their ally. Taking the piece of equipment from one of his jackets inner pockets, he pressed a button on the little item so the conversation on both ends could be heard by all present.
"Good day Urahara-san. May I inquire as to what happened?"
There was chuckling on the other line, followed by a jovial voice.
"Ah… straight to the point eh your Majesty?"
None made a sound, hoping the man on the other line would understand to just get a move on. Which he did, but the tone was not as happy.
"In that case, you might want to know that your ward in the Living World has been infected by last night's Hollow and is not faring well. As promised, I made sure no harm befell her today until she reached home. Still, I am afraid I cannot undo the damage she sustained during the night's events. But, I do have an alternative solution as a back-up plan and I can only pray it will work."
Shirosaki jumped out of his chair and was ready to open a Garganta straight to Masaki. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and searched for the young lady. Within minutes, he found her at the Ishida's residence. That was definitely troublesome. Shirosaki swallowed hard and sadly spoke up.
"At the Ishida's."
The remaining members had all been too astounded to make much movement. Haschwalth and Bazzard stupefied out of their minds by knowing how little it took for Shirosaki to locate Lady Masaki when they took months to find nothing. The two had also been surprised the Ishida's did nothing to properly dress the little lady's wounds. For Quincies, the smallest of scrapes caused by a Hollow, meant either loss of their pure bloodline or even death.
Ossan was a completely different story. He was deadly serious and very upset. He wondered why Soken Ishida did not tend to the young girl after the event. He was sure Ryuken had seen the whole ordeal and must have reported it to his father… Unless, he did not…
The mere thought sent chills down his spine. If Masaki had not been treated… it meant certain death… Even more so considering how long ago the incident occurred.
'For crying out loud! I should have returned and double checked she had been healed properly. How could I have allowed myself any rest before confirming her well-being?'
Further assessment and self-reproaching were broken-off by a beeping sound coming forth from the device and the pensive voice of the invisible participant.
"Oh my… Seems like the most valuable chess piece has just arrived. I will go and collect her at once and prepare for an extensive operation. Considering her current circumstances, I'd recommend you to sit this one down."
There was no way to react to the outrageous request as Shirosaki did not give anyone the time to even consider such a choice.
"Like hell we will! You expect us to stay put and do nothing when we can help?! Forget it! We'll see you at the Shoten in a few minutes. Don't do anything to her until we get there."
His tone left no room for manoeuvre and a not-so-happy shopkeeper had to accept the settled terms. Needless to say, he quickly consented and disconnected the call to go and get the little lady. His departure left behind an unsettled Monarch, two confused officers and a displeased Hybrid. Seeing as none made a sound, said albino faced the party with a defiant look.
"Look, we are not going to settle everything in one bloody day. The already established goals are rather delicate and will require patience. We already know which our next steps are. On top of that, we are in the lead. Soren does not know anything about us, while we already have a pretty good idea of what his upcoming moves will be like. Hell, he doesn't even know I've been alive this whole time, let alone about his Majesty here. This is an advantage we must retain at all costs. With our absence, it will become even easier. The Emperor and I will enter Soul Society and enroll at the Shinigami Academy. In doing so, we can closely monitor what goes on from the perspective of the Shinigami. We can definitely hinder Soren's plans, especially since we know both his intentions and who his affiliates are. If in the process we mess-up with the strategy of yet another power-hungry monster, well, all the better."
The annoyed rant took most of Shirosaki's pent-up anxiety out. Simultaneously, it brought the three out of their frozen states. The Quincy King was, naturally, the first to act out and reaffirm the needed.
"I agree with Shirosaki. Haschwalth, I do not want to put more pressure than necessary on your shoulders, however, I will tell you right here and right now, our best chances of success lie in your capability to infiltrate the enemy's lines. If at all possible, find a way to become closer to Soren. Should you need Masaki's reiatsu for the task, let me know and I will personally give you bits and pieces of her energy. Do everything you can to keep him as far away from Karakura and Narukishi as possible. He is already under the impression she is in a remote city with minimal Hollow activities. Karakura and Narukishi are not the biggest cities in Japan but thanks to the settlement of the Jureichi they are and will overflowing with Hollows."
He gazed into arctic blue eyes, indirectly pleading Haschwalth to stay safe and be careful. There was no need for words after all. Both males had shared quite the past together and could easily read each other's unspoken requests. A nod and a barely visible playful grin was his response. Perfect! With that out of the way, he faced the lost Bazzard Black.
"Bazzard Black, keep an extra set of eyes open for any imminent threats. Make sure you don't fall into the category of 'suspects'. At any given moment Soren could try to put the blame on anyone for his failed attempts of capturing Masaki. When that happens, he might surmise you have something to do with the case. I have no doubts you can poke the Sternritters in the right places and distinguish the loyal from fakes. Still, keep in mind PePe has a very troublesome sphere and can use it to peg you as a traitor in the eyes of the Regent. You cannot switch sides that easily. Unfortunately, I am positive Hubert continues to hold something against you and will not even attempt to get you on their side. It would be utterly unimaginable if you suddenly changed your opinion. The only way for you to infiltrate their ranks is if Haschwalth gets you in. Everyone knows that you would follow Haschwalth to the ends of the Earth if he asked you. Use that as your weapon."
Bazz lowered his head taking the information and analyzing it to the best of his capacities. After a few seconds, he met those reddish-brown eyes and nodded in agreement. The Emperor was, of course, completely right. On Haschwalth's request, he truly would go to Hell and back, no questions asked. Thinking with a clear head, his task will be no walk in the park. Even so, he will do his best. Anything to pester Soren and overthrow him was good enough in his books.
Seeing everyone was satisfied and appeased, Shirosaki focused on opening a Garganta. He could feel Masaki's, Urahara's and Tessai-san's reiatsu at the store. There were two more added in the mix… the young Ishida and of someone unfamiliar. Must be the 'chess piece' Getabōshi mentioned. He wondered whom it may be… There was not enough time to process the interesting detail as Ossan approached him and entered the Garganta. Not wanting to fall behind, he too stepped right into the void… their destination… the Shoten.
After the erratic occurrences from the previous night, Ryuken had been more than satisfied that the following day had been uneventful. In the morning, he woke up, had his whole morning routine and went to school just like any other day. He realized Masaki was late only when he sat at his seat in class while waiting for class. Most likely, he would have missed that detail had he not seen her run into the school grounds moments prior to the first bell.
He felt guilty. After what happened, he should have checked on her… made sure she was fine and awake. Feeling like the worst cousin in the world, he mentally chastised himself until classes started. During the first lecture, he realized it was pointless to scold himself to a headache. The solution was simple, he would have to swallow his pride and properly express his regret to Masaki. He swore to apologize for his inconsideration as well as his attempt to stop her from doing what she believed was right. The second part would be hard but was much better than to linger on negative aspects.
Coming to those conclusions did alleviate the burden he sensed on his shoulders. Simultaneously, perhaps, the act would give him the chance to properly justify his behavior. Though, recently he had been a little lost when it came to his emotions.
Ever since Masaki entered the house, she brought a change. So far, he liked it, since it appeared to be for the better. The staff were much more relaxed and for the first time in forever, the mansion seemed warmer.
There was still the problem between his parents yet he had the impression it was not weighting as much as it did before. Thanks to Masaki, even the quiet and shy Katagiri started to glow in a new light.
Mother had been so reclusive lately. She was trying really hard but he could tell she suffered. His father should really spend more time at home rather than God knows where. He wished more than once for the two to sit down and properly talk to one another.
'Mother should open up her heart and voice her loneliness rather than wait for Father to figure it out on his own. At the end of the day, Father was never the perceptive one. She should know better by now. He too, though… he should really tell us where he goes or what he does. Instead he disappears leaving little to no data. So troublesome the both of them.'
Those were his thoughts since a day or so ago. Ever since Father came out of nowhere with the Emperor, the Hollow… Shirosaki and those other clowns, strange things were popping up and about. On top of that, he chose that moment to disappear somewhere. As per his mother, the House Lord was training… but for what?
Worst of all, when they could have used his help and strength, he was missing. That Hollow had been terrifying. Its raw power surpassed anything he had ever seen. Its speed too, had been surprising, along with its might… a truly frightening opponent. And still, Masaki went after it to save a Shinigami.
If only yesterday never happened. He dreaded the thought of what could happen should his mother find out about last night's fight. Masaki had put a lot on the line for the sake of helping that Shinigami. All Quincy teachings stated very clearly that Shinigami should be avoided at all costs, for they brought naught but death.
School came and passed. Soon, too soon, it was time to return home. At least he did not have any extracurricular activities after classes. That was a relief. The sooner he could ask Masaki for forgiveness the better. Once at the schools' gates, he looked around for the bubbly girl only to realize she was nowhere in sight.
He soon saw one of the many students who was into gossip and indifferently asked if she knew Masaki's whereabouts. He pointedly ignored the giggles and pokes at his 'ice-cold' status being melted by the newcomer. Apparently, her classroom was not finished for the day.
First years had an additional History lecture. Boy, was he happy to be a senior. He remembered well that History teacher. The lady was a bottomless well of information and knowledge. But man, she could talk about the same subject eternally. It was not unusual for her final class to extend way past the norm. In fact, more often than not, her rants could go on until the school day ended. Basically, until the very last bell of the day rang out.
Glancing at the schools' entrance clock, he concluded it would be pointless to wait for Masaki. Considering the reputation of the History lecturer, she was stuck there for at least another hour. But, it was likely the unfortunate first years will be there another hour and forty-five minutes, give or take ten minutes.
Exhaling quietly, he thanked the renowned female scandalmonger and made his way to his place. Unsurprisingly, Katagiri was lurking in the shadows and following right behind him. What did strike him, was her crestfallen posture. That was rare. She was normally quiet and inconspicuous but not in this manner.
'Maybe something happened? Could it be that Mother took the burnt of her frustrations out on her? I hope not. She is a sweet girl and doesn't deserve such treatment. Guess I'll have to talk some sense into Mother for everyone's well-being.'
Having reached home, he swiftly went to meet his mother, only to find she had locked herself in her study. He knew from past experiences there was no way of getting her out of there whenever she was that 'inaccessible'. She could only get mad at whomever was crazy enough to disturb her at that point. In view of his desire to placate her, he temporarily retreated.
Once in his room on the second floor, he quickly immersed himself in schoolwork. He combined homework and strategic thoughts on how to cheer and sooth his mother's anguish. He may not have seen her face-to-face but the feel in the air was a dead giveaway of her mood.
Several hours passed in a blur. Amidst his planning he finally sensed his mother leaving the studio and making her way to the entrance. Composing himself and deciding on a calm approach he left his room to meet her halfway through the house. He was momentarily stunned when he heard a cheerful "I'm home."
With a smooth turn and look at the entrance door, he saw a joyful Masaki. Her presence was like a balm for the soul and without delay he was about to give her a warm "Welcome back, Masa…"
His greeting was interrupted by a dismayed exclamation of "Masaki-san."
Just looking at his mothers' imposing and cold attitude made him realize something was wrong. Very wrong. The unsuspecting girl naively saluted his mother. Even now, the young lady was trying to indirectly bring joy to everyone around her.
"Aunty! I just came back!"
The lack of a response in his mother scared him. Just what was going on? His unspoken question was shortly answered.
"We need to talk. Last night… You saved a Shinigami and fought a Hollow, didn't you?"
Why did the query sound more like a statement rather than an inquiry? Even better, how did she find out? Something clicked in the back of his mind. Katagiri! This would explain her unusual behavior.
Masaki seemed to have realized just how bad the situation was, for she tried to get away with it.
"Eh? Oh, no… I didn't do anything of the sorts…"
Shoot! He knew that gaze. His mother was not convinced. Doing the first thing that came to mind, he rushed in the direction of Katagiri. The only way to quench his mother's fury would be for Katagiri to negate the whole ordeal. Settling on that idea, he ran. Nonetheless, he could hear his mother's angered tone.
"I have proof, lying will only worsen your position. Why didn't you say anything? Moreover… Why do it in the first place? Do you not find it disgraceful?! Do you not feel ashamed?! How could you?! Breaking Quincy rules while living under our roof?!"
There was probably more to it but he couldn't hear much more since he made it to the kitchen and faced Katagiri. Grabbing her right hand and pushing her against the nearest wall he failed to control his own temper.
"Why did you tell mother!? Last night I told you 'there were no issues'! So why?!"
His ragging furry scared Katagiri to the bone, he could see it on her face. Yet the need to know why she betrayed his trust was winning over his better judgment. It took less than a second for the rebut and when he got it, it left him speechless.
"But there was an issue!"
Never had he seen Katagiri that agitated. It confused him to no end, easily confirmed by his lost question.
"What?"
Having gathered the courage needed to face her master, Katagiri went ahead and disclosed her motives.
"Masaki-sama was wounded by the Hollow's attack! If she isn't cured by the House Lord or Lady with the original Quincy procedure… the future Quincy blood of the Ishida family might get spoiled!"
Katagiri was outright desperate. He tone was higher than ever. Now and then he could see remorse, regret and outright sorrow. Not thinking properly, he attempted to argue back. Still, his tone was lacking the previous fire, too stunned to yell.
"For such a reason…!"
His words must have hit a nerve, as Katagiri seemed to snap even more.
"'For such a reason?' Isn't that exactly everything?! Young Master, you said it yourself… Your marriage with Masaki-sama is for the future of Quincies…"
She was absolutely right. He had said something like that. But even so, he did not want to lose the girl who brought forth so much positivism in the normally cold house. At the same time, he couldn't stay angry at Katagiri. She had done what she believed was correct. The exact same the reason he had wanted to apologize to Masaki. Though, this was slightly different, for he felt deceived by the only person he had ever trusted.
Mentally swearing up a storm he turned and ran back to the staircase to confront his mother. Never having realized one of his curses passed through his lips, leaving a shocked Katagiri behind.
"Mother! Wait mother!"
He barely stopped at the handrail, had he gone any faster, he could have gone overboard and fall. Thankfully, none took notice of that tiny fact. Even so, his screaming did catch the attention of both females on the lower floor. Deciding to play the bad guy, he attempted to take the blame on himself.
"Masaki wasn't responsible for that. She was…"
The clever girl did see through his lie even before he could finish attributing the misdeed as his request, for she immediately jumped in on the conversation, breaking his sentence halfway-through.
"It's ok Ryu-chan! I'm…"
Whatever she had meant to say was lost in space, as the young lady fell unconscious. Else was too astounded to move, while Ryuken dashed down the stairs towards the blacked-out figure on the floor, calling out her name, hoping against all odds, she would respond.
"Masaki! What's going on?! Do you feel sick!?"
Yielding no results, he continued calling her name and turning her around. The sight in front of his eyes and those of his mother was downright terrifying.
"This is…"
His thought was concluded by his mother, who was lost and disbelieving just as much as Ryuken himself.
"What is this… a Hollow hole?"
Acting on impulse Ryuken collected Masaki bridal style, not noticing his mother taking a device from her skirt. He would have been already out the door had he not heard his mother's concerned voice.
"What are you trying to do Ryuken?"
Not daring to glance at his mother, he asked the first thing that came to mind.
"Where is father?"
He knew the question touched a sore spot but at that moment he couldn't be bothered to be discreet or delicate. The hurt he caused his mother was palpable and he knew then he was an awful son.
"I… I don't know. I'm trying to get in touch with him. Wait here."
There was no time to wait. Something needed to be done right away. The hole was just getting bigger and bigger. Without second thought he bolted. Where to? He had no idea. The only thing he knew was that he had to make haste. Screams of his frantic mother followed him a long way.
"RYUKEN! WAIT! If you stay with that 'thing' you too could be in danger! Stop! Come back! Please Ryuken! Come back!"
It was pointless. Due to the old injury, Else was well aware she could not sprint. Even so, she begged and crying in desperation, trying to get through to her son. Her efforts lost in translation, she went inside the house and straight for the kitchens. She had to at least sent back-up. The sooner the better. If Masaki had developed a Hollow hole from last night's injury, it was already too late to save the girl. Nevertheless, she could and would save her only child, even at the cost of being hated for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, Ryuken was running like the wind. Trying to sense any other Quincy reiatsu. His mind racing from one thought to the other.
'What is this…? What's this thing like a Hollow's hole? Why is she suffering so much? Why…? Why didn't I stop her back then? I should have tried harder! Why didn't I join the fight and helped her? Why…?'
Panic! For the first time in his life, Ryuken felt panic. What was worse, he had absolutely no idea he was going through such an emotion. That accompanied by the endless unanswered queries were the reason he did not sense the humongous Hollow coming right at them.
By the time he took notice of the beast, it was too late. There was no time to call forth his bow, no time to lay Masaki down and deal with the Hollow. Could it be that they would end up eaten by a monster? Just as he was picturing their end, a blue flash passed near him and hit the Hollow straight on the face, cutting it in two and disintegrating it on the spot.
"Phew… That was close and really bad, you know. Ma, ma. No need to thank me! I don't want to be praised by men! Now if you were a girl, that would be totally different."
That voice. He knew it from somewhere… He soon locked eyes with happy brown. IT was the Shinigami from last night. The same one Masaki had helped and the one to cause this mess.
"You…!"
Ryuken may have known and seen the Shinigami. Obviously, back then, the Shinigami had not paid attention to his surroundings and utterly missed sensing Katagiri and himself around. That much was easily deduced by the confusion written across his face.
"Hm? What?"
As he turned to meet his head on, so did Masaki and her condition become visible to the Shinigami. At least the Shinigami had the common sense to be worried.
"What the…? Wait let me see her! She is…"
As the other approached, Ryuken's annoyance reached new heights. This man was responsible for Masaki's ailment. It was this Shinigami's fault! All the pent-up anger and rage he felt toward himself and the male before him came spilling out like lava from an active volcano.
"Don't touch her! Masaki… why do you think she is like this…? It's because she protected you! Even though it's against Quincy laws… she protected you a Shinigami… in the process, she got wounded… Why does she have to go through this!"
Seems like his rant made the other realize his errors, for the inquiry that came out from the shocked Shinigami was a spot-on telltale.
"Is it because of the injury she suffered last night…?"
Incredulity and wrath seeped out of Ryuken in a dangerous wave.
"This was made by a Hollow. What else do you think it could be!? I am so going to…"
Whatever he might have said, whichever bloody threats he could have thrown at the Shinigami were sent to an early grave. The reason being the sound of a third voice. Serious and intelligent. A powerful combo, which made him pause.
"Please both of you stop this instant."
The Shinigami was looking at someone behind Ryuken with an astounded expression. Spinning his head around for the millionth time, Ryuken was met with a man in green and a green and white stripped hat. He recognized this character. It was one of the weird bunch of people that had accompanied the Quincy King. Before he could make sense of anything in particular, the unknown male spoke deadly calm with hints of urgency.
"There is no time to quarrel. You two! Come with me. I'll tell you the possible ways to save that girl."
Ryuken was praying the guy knew where his Majesty was. Perhaps the Emperor knew a cure for Masaki. At the end of the day, the blonde freak of nature did mention he would give them option in saving Masaki. That was all he wanted for now. He would ask questions later.
The Shinigami though, was another story. He appeared like one who saw a ghost. Considering his line of work, it should be under the job's description. That too, did make Ryuken wonder. But, for now, it was irrelevant. Masaki's life first, weird people later.
Nonetheless, the two were concerned enough for the girl's health that they followed the unknown person without making much of a fuss.
Somewhere in Soul Society…
Sunset was fast approaching and the day had been a very pleasant one. Especially for those working in the Tenth Division. A miracle perchance? The whole day there had been no issues or incidents between their Taichou and Fuku-Taichou.
The prodigy on the verge of achieving Bankai, Hitsugaya Toshiro was in the office finalizing a few documents. For a change, his Taichou had not left much to be done. He was well aware of the joined task with Squads Five and Six, thus, he was pleasantly surprised Shiba-Taichou did most of the required assignment. A couple forgotten files were a small price to pay.
Now if Matsumoto-Fuku-Taichou got her pile of work done, he would memorize the day as a historic even for their division. That was, regretfully, not the case. He could already hear the air-headed Fuku-Taichou calling for their Taichou.
"Taichou! Taichou! I have to go to the Dango shop for a last-minute mission. Can I leave these to you?"
She really lacked tact. Apparently, she didn't even realize their Taichou had been gone for a while now. How could she not notice his lack of reiatsu? It was beyond poor Hitsugaya's comprehension. Oh… she must have figured it out, for she started looking through the entire office.
He would have laughed. Really, he would have. He only refrained form poking fun at the hopeless Fuku-Taichou for fear of being the one to end the stack of papers she held in her left hand. Must be at least a dozen reports. Nope. He was not a masochist.
Soon enough, the Fuku-Taichou found a piece of paper addressed to her. Taking it up, she started reading:
'To Rangiku, I'm going to the Human World! Come up with a good excuse to tell to the Sōtaichō for me! Signed: Isshin'
'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' oh how right that one line rang in his ears. Or so he was trying to convince himself, for Matsumoto's rage could be heard loud and clear across half Seireitei.
"What… What the Hell! Just because he wasn't punished once, he now thinks he can visit the World of the Living whenever he wants?! He never learns! How can he take his job so lightly!?"
In her furry, she crumpled the innocent note and threw it at the nearest flat surface with enough force to put a dent in the unfortunate wall. Still, her words rubbed little Hitsugaya in the wrong way. She was one to talk. Didn't she just try to dump tons of work on the Taichou to go shopping?
Playing the wise card. Hitsugaya stayed silent and quietly left the barracks. He had better things to do than to listen to a mad-woman. Somehow, he found that training was very appealing. With any luck, he would master Bankai before the Sōtaichō found Shiba-Taichou and disciplined him for breaking the rules, again.
Dark, quiet, lonely. Masaki was having a hard time opening her eyes. Though, even should she be able to open them, she would see nothing.
The girl could feel herself fall deeper and deeper into a silent hole. So many negative emotions, so much solitude. It was hard to breathe and chilly. So why? Why wasn't she afraid? Ah… the answer was so simple.
She could sense it in her heart… she knew… someone was looking for her… someone was going to save her. Finally, able to open her eyes, she was met with a monstrous sight. From the bottomless void a white masked figure was slowly forming. Judging by the direction in which she was heading, she would be swallowed by the gaping maw of the unknown's creature. She was oh so tired. Closing her eyes, she waited for that 'someone' to come and help her out.
Shiba Isshin had seen many shops in his lifetime. Yet none could hold a candle to the candy-store he found himself in. The whole place screamed suspicious! Not that he could linger on that idea as the blonde being spoke with the same grave tone.
"I've been researching the condition the little lady has for about a hundred years now."
Based on the reaction of the youngster next to him, who was still holding the injured girl, the kid must have been really stupefied.
"A hundred years?!"
Meh, that at least was proof that the man he was dealing with was no ordinary human. He had his doubts, but wanted concrete indications before accusing the other.
"Well, someone here ages gracefully. Just who are you?"
It unnerved him that the male was leading them around the shop without looking in their direction.
"My name is Urahara Kisuke. I am an ex-Shinigami. I was banished a long time ago."
Shoot! So, it was really him! He had heard of the crazy scientist and his experiments.
"Urahara Kisuke… you are…"
Isshin was interrupted yet again, by the terrified boy and his pleas for help.
"I don't care who the hell you are! You can save Masaki, right?! That's all I care about at the moment. Make her go back to how she was!"
He too was ready to kick some sense in the ex-colleague. That is, until Urahara spoke again.
"I never said I can make her go back the way she was."
To say the two were shocked, was an understatement. But it was even more so true for the one holding the slowly dying girl.
"What…"
"I only said I will give you possibilities to save her life. Let me be frank. Masaki will never be the same."
They reached a room with a futon, a window, a piece of luggage and an unknown object covered by a white blanket. Gesturing at the confused and disheartened boy, the ex-Shinigami gave them a pointed look and started his instructions.
"Lay her here. The condition she has is called 'Hollowfication'. That means inserting a Hollow's soul into a regular soul and breaking the boundary between the two in an attempt to make the normal soul more powerful. Originally, this method was meant to be used on Shinigami to strengthen them but the technology back then was somewhat lacking. It wasn't able to fully control it. What you see before your eyes is the use of such an out-of-hand technique on a Quincy… a soul who should have never been subjected to such treatment."
The more he learned about the case, the more he was convinced that chances of saving the girls life were nonexistent. The youngster must have come to a similar conclusion, for he noticeably paled. Even so, the kid had enough sense to follow the given instruction and conversation.
"Out-of-hand… Uncontrollable… But doesn't that mean we can't save her?"
The hard glance thrown in their direction by the blonde was truly an intimidating sight to behold.
"No. We can't return her the way she was. However, we can save her life."
Uh-oh! If he was correct, this guy was a remarkable scientist and when such people pause to take a breath, it always meant a long explanation of some sort.
"The process starts when the soul gets infected by the Hollow's soul. As the condition progresses, she original soul mixes with the Hollow's becoming a monster unable to reason. By the end of the procedure, not only the boundary these two souls, breaks, but also the one between the soul and everything around it. Regardless of its will, the soul will inevitable self-destruct. This is also known as 'Soul Suicide'."
Isshin was baffled. Was there really any way to save the girls' life? From Urahara's words, the process is already ongoing. So how could they save her?
"In my century-long research, I've found a way to prevent 'Soul Suicide'. To do so, we have to input something opposite of Hollowfication into the soul. Basically, a conflicting object would restore the balance and stop the destruction."
Isshin was trying hard to understand, but for him the explanation did not make any sense. Couldn't the guy be more direct and just straight to the point?
"I really don't get it…"
The ex-Shinigami turned his head from the two males and concentrated on the barely breathing girl. He soon started to talk again.
"For example: to stop Soul Suicide form happening to Hollowfied Shinigami, I created a vaccine using Quincy's arrows and human souls. But that was only to stop Soul Suicide, which, might I add, worked on a hundred percent of the cases. To save this girl's life, prevent Hollowfication and allow her to live as a normal human… this would all require a much stronger power. Something that would stay close to her until her death… something which would continuously block Hollowfication. In other words, a strong opposing power."
Isshin was even more lost than when the guy started. That was definitely not the case with the youngster, for he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Don't fuck around! There… there must be another way… There is no way anyone would…"
At least Urahara raised his head enough to stare down the poor boy. From what he could see, he was somehow connected to Masaki. Relatives maybe? Isshin was really hoping the little one was not her boyfriend. That would be messy.
"You are a sharp one. You understood quickly. I do sympathize. Still, this is not your choice to make. The decision… falls on none other than you Shiba Isshin."
Isshin was once again surprised. This time for multiple reasons. One: Masaki's life rested somehow in his hands. Second: he got a good look at those intelligent eyes. There was a myriad of sensations hidden in those obscured pools. He had to admit the hat was doing a good job of concealing their true colors and perhaps something more.
"Right here, I have a special Gigai here."
The irksome ex-Shinigami grabbed a hold of the white sheet removing it in one swipe. Huh? So, it was meant to keep a Gigai unseen. Before he could think of the implications, the blonde started another speech.
"This one is made from a human's soul. If you enter it you'll become a being between Shinigami and Human. The opposite of a Quincy is a Shinigami, just like the opposite of a Hollow is a Human. You get it, don't you. If you use this, you will become her polar opposite. It is all up to you. However, there are tons of side effects. While you're using this Gigai you won't be able to use your Shinigami powers. Not only that, you won't be able to even see Hollows. What's worse, once you enter it, you will most likely lose all your Shinigami powers and never return to being one again."
Judging from the dejected look on the kid's face, something was bothering him. With reason. Poor Isshin had no idea that the glasses-wearing male was having a mental breakdown with thoughts running rampant: 'Side effects? These are all demerits. Not a single positive outcome for someone like him! There is no way he will accept! Too many sacrifices… The price is way too high…'
There was simply no time to deduce what the kid was thinking, for Urahara started his babbling all over again.
"To make this Gigai a perfect vaccine I will tie your soul with Reishi strings to hers and the Hollow's soul. It's an extremely strong technique. Therefore, as long as you are connected to both their souls you will not be able to leave the Gigai… that is until they both pass away… In other words…"
Sheesh! Did the guy really like the sound of his voice? For Isshin, that was already too much data. Not looking back, he crossed his hands to his torso and exclaimed:
"I get it! Alright! Let's do it!"
Well, his words at least stopped the rant. But the shock was not a good expression on the scientist.
"Are you sure?!"
In Isshin's opinion that was a stupid question which he pointed out with his next words.
"Are you deaf or something?! I said I'll do it so hurry up! Your explanations are too long. We are wasting time… In short, I must quit being a Shinigami and protect her for the rest of her life. I am ready to do that! Let's get to it!"
Isshin was really getting impatient. The longer they talked, the thinner was Masaki's chances of survival becoming. Apparently, he was the only one thinking rationally and wasn't that ironic.
"Just like that? You don't have any regrets?"
Isshin had not anticipated such an inquiry from Urahara. In his opinion it was supposed to be a question made by the young man who had carried Masaki all the way here.
"Well of course I do. I would lie if I said otherwise. But, so what? If I let the one who saved me die because of some stupid regrets… I would never be able to look at myself for the rest of my life."
From his peripheral vision, Isshin saw a defeated look cross the youngsters' face. What was that? For the hundredth time, he was left to make wild guesses as Urahara seemed to have been sated.
"I see… In that case come with me. I'll start the operation at once."
Moving forward in the direction of the Gigai, Isshin was ready to kiss his old life goodbye. As he moved his hand to touch it, his senses picked out an unusual reiatsu. No… It wasn't unusual, rather than unexpected. A Garganta was forming somewhere close by. What was even more amazing, was the fact that it was opening right in the middle of the room. Taking a fighting stance, he placed a hand on his Zanpakuto. Behind him, the nut-case and Masaki, in front of him to the right, the Quincy boy a bow and arrow already formed and waiting to be unleashed.
The void grew and emerging from it came two persons. Wait?! Persons?! Looking intensely at the two, he couldn't peg them as Hollows no matter how hard he tried. Actually, the pale, white-haired one with golden eyes and black sclera was definitely not human. A Vasto Lorde? No… it was much too humanoid even for a Vasto Lorde. An Arrancar? But where was his mask? Even better the Hollow hole? Ok the human-like attire could probably hide the hole, but his reiatsu then? Why did it feel human?
On the other hand, the other bigger male was anything but Hollow. There was no way the tall muscular male was Hollow. Could it be he tamed the beast and was somehow controlling it? Assessing the situation, he noticed the Quincy kid first lowered and then completely dispersed his weapon. Glancing behind him, he could tell Urahara was not bothered at all. The day he would be able to disregard such a phenomenon as the opening of a Garganta in his own home, would be the last day Isshin lived. Yet, how could the eccentric male look completely at ease?
Focusing on the Hollow-like male, Isshin saw absolutely no blood-thirst. In fact, it looked like it was sad. Those eerie eyes locked on Masaki's unmoving form. That couldn't be good, right? Swiftly though, the Hollow threw a deadly gaze at the person behind Isshin. An upset distorted baritone spoke with deathly intention.
"Getabōshi, do you really want me to kick your ass? Which part of don't do anything 'till we arrived did you not understand? Ma. It seems like we're barely in time."
For the first time, those unnatural eyes locked onto Isshins. The murderous aura somewhat receded.
"Yo, Shinigami. Step aside for a moment, will ya? The infection is spreading fast. Too fast."
To Isshin's horror, the Hollow was talking as though it knew what was going on. Still, that was not enough to make him move. On the contrary, his hold on Engetsu became even stronger. He did not unsheathe his trusty Zanpakuto, but he tried to convert with actions alone that he would. That in turn caused an exasperated sigh to leave the Hollow. Turning to the person he came with, it spoke again, civilly might he add.
"It's much worse than I thought. The infection has nearly reached her core. I won't be able to fully neutralize it. I can minimize the damage and make it easier. Since the Shinigami is here, I presume he is willing to become her anchor. Now that I think about it, Urahara might have come to the same conclusion and prepared a thingamajig or two for this precise reason."
So, the Hollow knew Urahara and what was going on with Masaki. Any doubts were thrown out the window by Urahara's confirmation.
"Precisely Shirosaki-san. Perceptive as ever, I see. Ah! Where are my manners. This gentleman here is Shiba Isshin and you already know the Quincy young man."
It was official, Urahara was a madman and so was Isshin for taking so long to realize it. None sane person would talk that amiably with a Hollow. True, he wasn't completely sure the being was a real Hollow. Still, he couldn't deny seeing the strangers come out of a Garganta. There was something spooky about the pale one. Not that his partner was any better. And those eyes… reddish-brown and resolute. It was fortunate the brown dulled the red tint, for if that was not the case they would resemble blood-flames.
"You are going off-topic, Urahara-san. Pleasantries can wait for later. Right now, we should focus on Masaki. Her soul is already on the verge of Soul Suicide. Shiba-san, I will ask you to stand down and let Shirosaki do what he can for her. I give you my word as a Quincy and as Masaki's guardian that he won't do anything wrong."
The tone was regal and radiated power in bulks. There was no way Isshin could refuse the man's request. His posture alone warranted respect, let alone the way he spoke. Besides, if he was Masaki's custodian, could he really deny him his wish? Just as he was about to step down, he gave one last accusing stare at the Hollow-like creature, forewarning it that there would be hell to pay should he hurt the little lady. He must have made his point across, for it gave an early explanation.
"Well, I am going to bite her… At ease Shinigami. All I will do is replace the Hollow's poison with mine. It is the only way to temporarily prevent Soul Suicide and it will make your upcoming task easier. Trust me, you don't want to face the demon inside her. Remember the monstrosity you fought yesterday? Consider the one she harbors a more primal version of the same. It knows nothing but hunger. Leave it alone for even a split second and it will devour her from within. With my Hollow side, she stands a chance of living normally. Compared to the average, it will be meek and won't put up much of a fight. As an added bonus, should it ever happen that the Reishi strings break down, it won't straight-out attack or destroy its host."
Isshin swallowed hard. Basically, this Hollowfication process made it so that a person had a Hollow inside their soul? He thought with his sacrifice it would go away. He then remembered Urahara's explanation… the Reishi strings would be attached to Masaki's soul as well as the Hollow's.
He hated to admit it, but this guy was right. He could fight the monster and win now, but what would happen should the Reishi string to the Hollow's soul break free before Masaki's? Would he stand a chance against such a terrifying opponent as a mere human? The answer was a big fat NO. Therefore, he consented. Though, he was sure his opinion wouldn't have mattered anyway.
The young Quincy was looking from one occupant of the room to the other, seemingly searching for a different solution.
"Then… there really isn't any other way?"
The imposing figure of the brow haired male, sent the youngster a regretful glance. Those orbs considerably softened compared to when he spoke to Isshin. Must be a Quincy versus Shinigami thing.
"I am sorry Ryuken-san. Even should I have access to all my powers, I wouldn't be able to completely remove the Hollow from her soul. A somewhat similar situation arose a long time ago. Although, it was a different case, the concept is the same. She needs to be balanced with a counterpart, one who will be able to stabilize and keep her safe for a long time. As it stands, Shiba-san here is the only one who can do it. Urahara-san may not look like much, but he is incredibly strong. Nonetheless, he has a different issue… Due to certain circumstances, he is unable to perform this delicate task himself."
Isshin was many things but he was no fool and knew there was more to the ordeal than what met his keen eyes. Urahara's astonished silence for one. The shopkeeper was hiding more than a single secret. The Gigai was already set-up and prepared before he even entered the shop, his connection with the unknown Quincy and weird Hollow. Most of all, Urahara's banishment was barely mentioned.
Back in Soul Society, Isshin had researched the case which involved the ex-Taichou of the Twelfth… Yes, he did it out of boredom and a healthy dose of curiosity. In the end, there wasn't much intel, let along evidence. Not that there could have been any laying around, especially since the Taichou and his test subjects vanished. The whole trial had been centered on the discovery of an ill 'Search and Rescue' squad at the Twelfth's division barracks.
Shaking his head to clear it of the messed-up memory, Isshin moved from his spot and decided to enter the Gigai before he changed his mind. Not like that would have happened anyway. He had already made his decision, consequences be damned!
He did see the resignation in the Quincy kid's eyes. It was a look which would haunt him for a while. In his eyes, Masaki's sickness was entirely his fault. To save her and stay close at hand was the least he could do to atone for his sin. On another note, he would have tons of time to spend along her and even more opportunities to get to know the vivacious girl. That alone, brought a small smile to his face, which faded the moment he entered the Gigai. Shifting around, he felt no different from a second ago in his soul form.
'Got to give it to the lunatic, he sure knows his trade.'
He turned to face the sleeping girl, the Hollow was getting close to her. Ok, now he had the urge to grab his Zanpakuto and stop the creature from approaching. A firm hand on his shoulder, courtesy of the elder Quincy, stopped him in his tracks.
True to his words, the Hollow… Shirosaki softly bit Masaki's left hand. Even now, it was trying to be as gentle as possible. Isshin had to acknowledge the pale teen was not as bad as he first thought. And indeed, the hole in Masaki's chest ceased its growing rate.
Urahara prompted him to comfortably sit down next to Masaki and chased everyone else out of the room. He could tell that the two Quincy and Hollow were not pleased. Heh… out of the three, he would have never guessed the pale one would sulk like a baby. The long face and silent mumbling did lighten to mood considerably. Huh? Could that have been the reason? Nah… The Hollow may not be harmful but it was improbable he was this considerable. Not after having had to openly challenge a Shinigami to get to a dying Quincy… Ok fine! Maybe he was wrong again. Though only time and solid proof would appease Isshin's judgement.
"Isshin-san… to give you a head-up. When I start the operation, you will enter Masaki-san's Inner World. Let me be blunt. I have absolutely no idea what it will look like. Your job is to roam around until you find her and the Hollow's reiatsu. Feel free to destroy the Hollow. As you have already heard, it will not die per se, but will disappear to the deepest recesses of her soul and subconscious. Do this and the Reishi connection can be fully established. Good luck."
Those were the last words Isshin heard before he felt a pull and the world went dark.
Looking forward to any and all criticism. Yay! xD
Someone / Strawberry (Guest) – glad you like the idea of them going to the Shinigami school. I confess, I was having a hard time writing that part, because I was laughing so hard at the idea of those two in the white and blue uniform xD
I predict lots of fun times ahead what with a Quincy and a Hollow in the lions' den. Ah, poor Yamamoto, if only he knew. By the way, you usually review as Strawberry (Guest). Yes, yes, yes! You are absolutely right! Little Ichi will be coming soon! X3
Ups! Speaking of a chibi protector, I'll have to apologize in advance to everyone when the time is right. I will have to pull a few stunts which will not make me proud, not in the least.
Hope you all enjoyed a rewritten past between Bazz and Jugo in chapter 29. Poor chibi Haschwalth in the original story-line. He was so sure Bazz was his friend and that the two together would take Juhabach down. Seeing all the pent-up anger, disappointment and jealousy in Bazzard's eyes must have been a real bummer.
No matter how much Bazz said they would do the deed together, there was a part of him which made him believe Jugo wouldn't be capable. And when the time came for the Second in Command to be chosen, Jugram was selected. The one whom he believed to have no talent was chosen instead of him the gifted Bazzard. Yeah, that must have hurt. Definitely not their best moments. I think it was then that Haschwalth lost any belief in friendship, until Uryū came along. That's why it did not happen here xD
I can have them bicker, but be completely at odds with each other… never x3
Reminders: English is still not my mother language. So, if I made any mistakes or errors, please let me know. I am the writer and spellcheck person all in one. I know this is getting old. But better safe than sorry xD
Until next time, have an amazing day/night ahead :D