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We've reached chapter XL (40)
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Heads-up – a big time-skip is fast approaching. I'd say as soon as next chapter.
Chapter XL
A cloudy dawn peaked at the windows of Karakura's General Hospital. Within the building countless people dashed back and forth. Noise echoed across hallways as if the dead tried to return to life which, in some cases, wasn't far from the truth.
In front of an operation room, a single man sat, hands crossed under his chin. Like many before him, and more to come, he waits, for what… He knows not.
Minutes later, he cracked his back, cursing the time spent idle. Pacing in circles, the man reflected on the events which brought him to the hospital.
Yesterday afternoon he had received a distress call from his beloved. After calling the police and leaving his twin daughters to the neighbors, he had rushed to the rescue. And yet, he didn't swoop like a knight in shining armor. No. By the time he arrived, it had been late.
In a blur, his world turned upside-down. And though his brain showed him the awful scene in repeat-mode, he refused to believe. There was no way Masaki died.
An eternity later, a shy ray of sun broke through the clouds. As it lit the hallway, a white-haired doctor came from the surgical room. Along with him, two nurses pushed a wheeled bed. Its sole occupant a boy connected to several machines and an IV.
Their arrival put a stop to the male's strides who tilted his head. "Where is Masaki?" He thought, "The receptionist gave me this room number. Was she wrong?" About to say something, the male's open mouth shut at the sight of the patient's orange hair.
"Ichigo?" He whispered.
Giving the nurses hushed orders, the doctor held his stance until the bed disappeared. Once the rolling ricochets died out, the medic placed a hand on the other's shoulder.
"He is stable," he said, "The bullet passed through, missing the heart by a whisker. We would have lost him had it not been for his high-speed regeneration." As an afterthought, he added, "If I were you, I'd keep an eye on him, at least until the stitches come off. I don't know about Shinigami, but we Quincy don't heal that fast."
Blinking and scratching his head, Kurosaki Isshin said, "Right… That's… Yeah, I'll see to it."
Behind thin-rimmed glasses, the doctor's eyes narrowed. Nose wrinkling, the medic guided the trembling ex-Shinigami to the boy's recovery quarters.
Ishida Ryuken could have left the other behind. Though eccentric, Isshin too was a doctor, as such, the guy should be familiar with the layout.
And yet, Ryuken had acted out of norm by playing escort. Not from the goodness of his heart, but because he somewhat sympathized. Gods forbid the same happened to his Katagiri or Uryū.
The duo paused at a door sign which read: Kurosaki Ichigo.
A cough later Ryuken said, "Although busy, this case can't go unnoticed, not with his recuperating speed. For the time being, I set him next to my office, but you should transfer him to your clinic at the earliest to avoid gossip or worse."
Keeping the conversation a notch above a whisper, the doctor released Isshin's shoulder. "Worry nor about the nurses who aided me," he said, "They will button their lips. Though neither can fight Hollows, they know not to talk about the supernatural."
Nodding, Isshin's gaze fell on the tie with silver crosses. Staring at the Quincy-like cloth, he said, "How is Masaki doing?" Eyes sparkling with hope, Isshin faced the door, a goofy smile overtaking his face, "Knowing her, she must be giving your staff hell for being away from Ichigo. You better put them together while I get the paperwork ready, otherwise she'll skin us both alive."
Averting his gaze, the doctor's shoulders sag. He could act like a cold douche and might be responsible for separating their families. Alright, not maybe he had made it so Uryū didn't know about his relatives. And though he did it to protect his wife and son, it didn't change the truth.
Even so, he had cared about Masaki more than he'd ever confess. Somewhere deep inside, he still held strong feelings for the spirited woman. Thus, her death didn't leave him indifferent.
Clearing his throat, he squared himself. "I hate to break the news to you Shinigami," he said, "The thing is Masaki-san… She… She didn't make it."
Isshin digested the other's words, eyes blown wide. Instants later, he dropped to his knees, like a stringless marionette. "What do you mean?" He whispered.
Closing his eyes, Ryuken exhaled before regarding the floored man. "In Masaki-san's case," he said through clenched teeth, "The bullet pierced her heart killing her on the spot. I am not sure if this can comfort you but know she didn't experience pain."
For the first time since seeing the body, Isshin's mind caught up to speed. In a few seconds reality clicked, leaving no space for doubt. Chills shook his core as tears strained his clothes and the floor's pristine tiles.
Taking a few steadying breaths, Ryuken once again approached the ex-Shinigami. He tried to stare into the other's eyes but knew Isshin was too upset to see or feel anything other than agony.
Placing both hands on the broken man's shoulders, Ryuken pulled the guy to his son's room. He hoped the little one was conscious or about to wake. With any luck, the sight of the recovered boy would console the ex-Shinigami, if only a bit.
As the two entered, a tiny spook, which had been repressed for far too long, woke. It slowly and steadily grew within someone's subconsciousness.
For years it fought to surface and take over. It managed to rise every now and then feeding information to its master. Now though, it received a sudden buffet of emotions, a cocktail raging from sorrow to despair. Feasting, the minuscule umbra relished in the strength it was gaining with every bite.
Soon, it would be able to control its host's actions without raising doubts. It should do wonders to please its master which would make the spook happy too. Who knows? Soon it might receive even better meals... Ones which tasted of tears, flesh and blood.
In a dingy candy shop, a certain blonde owner was having one of those weird days.
Even as he strode at a sloth's speed, his mind ran with the fury of a cheetah on steroids.
His musing revolved around the question "How?" with all its variation and uses.
How did he let her die? How did he not foresee a situation which brought mentioned person's demise? How was he to face those who had entrusted that young life in his hands? How would he explain his colossal mistake? But most of all: How was he to break the news to the duo in Soul Society without revealing Masaki's one and only wish?
He knew better than to start with other questions until he dealt with these first. Reiou forbid he entered the "Why?" faze.
Thinking back to the day before, he wondered if he could have done something… Anything, to prevent her death.
"They day begun as any other, mundane and boring," he thought to himself. "It turned amazing thanks to Shirosaki-san and Kurosaki-sama. Yet, the end could have been better. And now I am to somehow tell them I failed to safeguard Masaki-san in their stead."
"There were no irregularities," his mind supplied, "No indications to suggest foul play. Witnesses' reported a trigger-happy looking guy, if a little insane."
"Could it be that simple? A madman who went shooting for fun. Well," he reasoned, "It would confirm the man's craziness. Who in their right mind goes bag-lifting on a rainy day anyway?"
"But why Masaki-san?" Pestered his brain, "Even to humans, her heritage should have kept unwanted people away. So, how and why did the guy skip-past self-preservation? Insane or not, all humans retain survival instinct."
Stopping in front of a computer, Urahara Kisuke re-watched the street's security cameras. Although he searched for answers, he got nothing but more and more questions.
"Could it have been a hit order?" He thought aloud, "If so, by who?"
"It can't be Soren," he shot, "Kurosaki-sama said the guy had been head-over-heels in love with Masaki-san, so he's out."
"I wouldn't put it past Aizen if there was merit," said Urahara as he scratched his chin. "But what could he gain with Masaki-san's death?"
"It can't be power nor reiatsu," he surmised. "So far, he has only used healthy test subjects which I can't say about Masaki-san. He must know what I did to prevent her soul-suicide."
Letting out a loud exhale, the blonde grabbed his stripped hat. "Be as it may, I am a dead man walking. Not that I wasn't one before, but I can't imagine what those two will do after the news."
"What if," he said as his eyes sharpened, "What if Aizen suspects them? If so, killing Masaki-san makes sense. After all, the two wouldn't miss her funeral. Should they vanish to attend her last rite, Aizen would have a solid proof instead of a hunch."
Running a hand through his shabby locks, the blonde cussed, "Now I am in danger of joining Masaki-san. We may have solved the Kuchiki conflict, but how can I persuade them to stay until the end? I can only hope Shirosaki-san and Kurosaki-sama will understand."
Chuckling under his chin, Urahara whispered to thin air, "I really am a horrible man. Thinking of the mission before anything else."
Shutting the computer, the blonde grabbed the cellphone next to the keyboard. Marching outside he let the morning dew envelope his aching muscles and pounding head. Sighing, he let his legs carry him onward.
"I'd better let them know and leave the decision to the two," he thought. "Meanwhile, I'll start planning alternatives and random scenarios."
Cellphone clutched to near breakage; the blonde carried on without a destination in mind. An hour passed and he had yet to use the cracking device.
As an ambulance screeched, his trance broke. Blinking, he found himself in front of Karakura's General Hospital.
"Since I'm already here," he mused covering his eyes with his hat, "I should check on Isshin-san and the little one. While at it, I could look at the boy's seals. Thanks to Masaki-san, I've been unable to do so these couple of years."
Walking to the reception like a robot, Urahara disregarded the stares he received. His mind had better things to do rather than concern itself with human's fashion sense, or lack of it. "I can only pray the spell holds," he thought, "It would be terrible to kill a child because of a wild inner hollow."
After getting the information from a disgruntled nurse, Urahara left without another word. In other circumstances he'd never be disrespectful, but the lady's attitude warranted it.
Reaching the right hallway, he saw a pale Isshin sitting. Empty eyes stared at his son's recovering room as if they could pass through the door and wall.
Taking a large breath, the blonde squared his shoulders. "So much to do, so little time," he whispered to nobody.
Blue eyes blinked to clear an annoying fog. A numb hand rose to caress a throbbing temple. Feeling a bump, the person refrained from touching the hurting spot.
Lifting from what the individual concluded to be a futon, it scanned the room. Compared to the usual shared quarters, the person stood in an extravagant chamber.
A clear sky with fragrant scents of budding blossoms swirled from a large window. All in all, the person liked its surroundings. If they could replace the futon with a modern bedding it would be even better.
Wondering about its whereabouts, the individual's ears twitched at approaching footsteps. In seconds, a large door opened and in arrived a black-haired youth.
It was then that the person's memories returned. From the mini celebration for imprisoning a scheming noble to a scarring energy jolt.
Letting out a sigh, Kurosaki Juhabach faced the still silent Akira. Noticing a shattered device in the other's hand, made him frown. Several conclusions came to mind and he voiced the worst one, "Masaki is dead, isn't she?"
The black-haired person, who had frozen at the sight of his woken comrade, shut his eyes giving a silent nod. Though the undercover Kurosaki didn't look at his partner, he sensed the movements.
Getting on his feet, Hino Tomoya calculated the situation. Now that his senses returned, he could feel Kuchiki Byakuya's reiatsu. Their calm as ever Taichou appeared to be in a different wing of the mansion.
"We can return, you know," he said staring at the window. And though his eyes absorbed the garden's beauty, he knew Shirosaki jerked at his voice.
"True," said Shirosaki with another nod, "But we shouldn't," he spat. "Masaki-chan told us not to until we were sure to stay. I don't know about you, but I'd hate to break the one promise we made."
Clenching his fists, Shirosaki stared at the floor. "And yet," he squeezed through tight lips, "I'd never forgive myself if we didn't say goodbye."
A koi leaped from the pond's clear waters. Its colorful scales brightened at the sun's touch. Kurosaki Juhabach let out a sigh as the fish dived back into to the depths.
"I understand," he said, "Before we take a decision, let me remind you that Quincies do not go to Soul Society. As such, we already missed our chance to be with Masaki. Even should we got to her funeral, there is no spirit to escort."
Spinning on his heal, the shorter-looking Shinigami stared at his long-time companion. "Knowing this," said Juhabach, "Do you want to pause our pursue of Aizen and the Haldister? Should we request a vacation, I'm certain Kuchiki Byakuya will allow us one. The problem lies in the aftermath."
Earning a tilt of the head, the former emperor pointed, "We know Aizen has been monitoring the World of the Living. Us disappearing a day after a Quincy died could attract his attention."
Facing the outside beauty, the Quincy dressed as a Shinigami let the information sink. Shortly after, he added, "So far, we managed to stay under the radar. Although we've dropped hints here and there, do you want to test the waters?"
A loud thud broke his speech. Unknown to Shirosaki, his clasped fists threatened to spill the faux-body's blood. Gritting his teeth, the hybrid murmured, "It's not fair."
"I know," said the Quincy without preamble, "Life never is, at least not to us who cross its boundaries."
Swallowing his emotions, Shirosaki's eyes narrowed, "If we stay, do you think we'll do it? Can we nail Aizen and retrieve the fragment?"
"That I cannot guarantee," replied Juhabach. "However, should we take a break now, I am positive the guy will raise even more barriers."
Glazed reddish eyes stared and nothing yet everything. Joining his companion, a coldblooded Shirosaki stated, "Let's finish what we've started."
Although no response came, the hybrid felt the other's raised eyebrow. "We've already sacrificed so much," he said, "Now that Masaki is gone and won't return as a Quincy, he'll never get reborn. That's why I want us to end it all: the shards, Soren and the pain."
Raising his head to admire the skies, Juhabach asked, "Are you sure it is wise?"
"Nope," was the instantaneous reply, "But I stand by my word. Once we gather all the pieces of the Haldister, I want you to destroy my soul along with the damned thing."
Eyes hooded, the Quincy stared at a fast descending sparrow. "What about Soren?" He asked as the bird's claws closed on a wiggling worm.
Grinning like a mad-man, Shirosaki fought to keep his murderous reiatsu in check. "I'll deal with him on the go," he said, "I promise the bastard will be sorry for ever coming back."
With a nod, the Quincy sealed their fates just as the sparrow took off with its struggling prey.
Dark… It was dim and humid almost like in a blackened nightmare.
Pain… Everything hurt and ached as if a truck smashed him to pieces.
And then… Nothing. The world went mute, taking with it all the anguish and distress.
At last, peace and warmth engulfed his core, but there was a downside. He was alone. No one was around to lift his spirit and he could see naught but endless ink.
Fighting the abyss-like reality, a child reached for the surface. Though he knew not where up was nor how to get out, he willed his eyes to open.
The first thing to assault him were the taste and smell of antiseptics followed by whiteness. From the walls to the sheets, everything came in a shade of snowy ivory.
Next came drowsiness and strong beeping. "Whoever made that clock," thought the boy, "Should change the ringtone."
Soon tons of things happened, and the calm stepped aside to let chaos rule.
The child would have panicked had it not been for the fact he had no strength. Seeing a familiar yet strange covered face didn't help matters either.
Whether by luck or fortune, the turmoil ended, and his sight returned to normal. Now that he could see better, he realized he was in a strange bed in a foreign room.
For some reason, getting in a sitting position hurt his chest. As he wondered where he was and what happened a lightning flashed outside his temporary room.
Once the booming thunder came to a stop, stormy drops took its place. The rain's thumping against windows and walls triggered his last memory.
Shuddering and trembling, the boy's eyes filled with tears. Every passing second a mean and distorted face popped in his head. The guy's front came closer, forcing his little hearth in overdrive.
"Mommy," said the child in a broken whisper. When the flimsy try yielded no results, he called again, "Mom!"
This time someone heeded his shout. Though it wasn't his mother who came, his father's familiar face soothed some of the boy's worries.
As the door shut with a click, neither father nor son knew their lives would go through a metamorphosis.
Aizen Sousuke took great pride in his skills. Like a true future God, he could sense even the tiniest change within the three worlds.
Thus, it stood to reason his skin would crawl at a Quincy's premature end. What he couldn't distinguish though, was which of the few remaining vermin perished.
Cussing into his teacup, the plotting Shinigami glared at computer monitors. While the screens for Soul Society and Hueco Mundo worked, those for the Living World soured his drink.
"I haven't glimpsed at that town in years," he said to no one in particular. "And it's been just as long since I last saw my test. I can't but wonder if its maturing well."
Feeling a shift in the underground laboratory, Aizen smirked. Assuming a confident stance, he tapped his fingers as he said, "Any luck with division twelve, Gin?"
A sly voice replied from a distance, "Ma, Aizen-Taichou, how did you know it was little-old me? I even did my best not to disrupt your work."
"As you can see," said Aizen who pointed at the computers, "There is little to interrupt. Though your attitude points to yet another failure."
"It can't be helped, can it?" Whined the approaching person, "Getting surveillance which can beat Urahara's tricks is no stroll in Seireitei."
Hopping from foot to foot, Gin reached the other's seat. "Should I place an official request?" He whispered in Aizen's ear, "Karakura town is, for the time being, under the Third's jurisdiction. With a little persuasion, I could push the order faster."
Smirking, Aizen stopped the tapping. "Never mind," he said "Even an express request would require a week. By then, Karakura will once again revert to the Thirteenth. Better not to waste any further time."
Pressing a few keypads, the static screens shuffled. Now they displayed the Shinigami's mundane activities. "Actually," said Aizen hiding a smile, "It is better to let Urahara believe I am blind to what goes in Karakura. Once he realizes we are not attacking his system, his attention will divert to figure our next move."
Straightening, Gin whistled, "Sneaky Taichou. I like it."
Looking at the table for paperwork, the snake of a man tilted his head when he couldn't find a single page. "What do should I do next?"
"Keep an eye on the Sixth," shot Aizen on the spot.
"Eh," pouted Gin, "Again?"
"Indeed," said Aizen who never took his eyes away from the monitors. "Something bothers me, yet I can't locate the source. I'd rather we encountered no unwanted surprises."
Shrugging, Gin made to leave while saying, "If you say so, Taichou, I'll get to it right away." Leering to himself he added, "It should be fun to slip into Byakuya's territory. One never knows what he thinks. But I do hope to stumble on Rukia-chan, her expressions are the best."
A smirking Aizen bore holes at his underling's retreating back. "Don't have too much fun tormenting the girl," he said as the doors shut.
The Taichou of the Fifth could care less whether the other heard his order or not. After all, it hadn't been a command but a suggestion.
Although Kuchiki Byakuya belonged to the younger generation, he was an astute man. Ever since the Shiba Clan's fall, the noble avoided Division Five with passion.
Rewinding tapes of days past, Aizen locked the screen on said noble and a slender figure. Save for a few distinctions, the guy could pass for Shiba Kaien, the new Head of the Shiba Family.
Tapping his fingers, Aizen wondered what the male's ties were with the Kuchiki Heir. One thing was sure, Gin's comment turned to be right. The Kuchiki Head was hard to read.
From one mysterious individual to another, Aizen understood his subordinate's game. Although challenging, pulling a reaction from the stoic noble could be entertaining.
Switching screens, brown eyes followed the silver-haired snake.
"You are still an interesting child, Gin."
Friday night, June 24th, 1993
A boney male with disheveled dark-brown hair paced atop a run-down carpet. Gritting teeth scraped the man's fingernails half-way to the cuticle.
"That swindling Kaminari," he muttered under his breath. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted a newcomer. Now, cops are all over me, I've got no meds and I've lost a succulent morsel."
Pulling his hair, the addict wished he had something to tear apart. As it stood, all his possession laid on the ground in various stages of crushed and ruined.
"How was I to know the brat could survive such a wound," he said hitting the nearest wall. "I ain't no prophet. But because of it, Kaminari went back on our deal. The bastard. If I ever see him, I'll show him who's boss."
Running a hand down his face, the junkie massaged his temples. Tapping his foot, he raided his brain for a solution.
Jolting, the man grinned as he spoke to thin air, "What if I finished the job? I'm sure he'll give me what I need once I get rid of the boy."
Licking his lips, the man continued his monologue, "Besides, he is too luscious to renounce. Even if Kaminari doesn't keep his word, I'll get to devour the little one."
Pulling his burner phone, the junkie's eyes hooded at the screensaver. The display portrayed a blushing boy in a celestial kimono.
"Wait for Daddy my treasure," said the addict in a low voice, caressing the image. "I'm on my way."
Saturday, June 25th, 1993
A boyish girl strolled around town on a cloudy day. With a kimono strapped to her back, the girl walked without a goal in mind.
"I wonder what mom will say when she finds out I missed karate," she thought.
Gripping her kimono's lashes, the little girl let out a breath. Not for the first time that day, she questioned her sanity.
"Stupid Ichigo," she scowled, "Making me miss training. When I see him, he'll be sorry for skipping classes," she mumbled under her chin.
Even as she vented through words, she knew different. Contrary to belief, she cared about her weird-haired friend. Sure, the guy was a cry-baby, but he had a good heart and some guts.
"How can I train if he doesn't come?" She whispered through a sigh. "Everyone else either hates me or is too scared to fight. At least Ichigo doesn't run away from a challenge."
Shoulders sagging, the little girl pouted at the memory of her friend. "Last time I saw Ichigo for more than a minute," she said, "Had been at his mom's fune-thingy."
Although the girl couldn't say the word funeral, she had an inkling of what it had been about. Only months ago, she had participated in a similar ceremony held for her grandma. Thus, the little one understood Ichigo would never see his mom, just like she couldn't visit granny.
"He looked different," she muttered. "I expected him to cry like always, but he didn't. Instead, he clutched Karin-chan and Yuzu-chan like they were everything. Even his papa was weird. I never saw him stand that still."
Remembering the beautiful lady with bright hair, the girl fought back tears. "Ichigo's mom was really amazing," she mumbled, "I miss her a lot. A while back, she gave me victory cookies. It was funny seeing a jealous Ichi."
Having reached the riverbank, she paused at the sight of a crouched orange-haired boy. "Oh," she said, "I knew I'd find him here. All he ever does is walk up and down this road."
Now that her target was within reach, she didn't know what to do. Seeing the other hug his knees as he stared into thin air made her remember a rumor, "Could it be true? Is he searching for his mom's ghost?"
Bristling, the girl ruffled her hair saying, "Enough is enough! I'll get the truth even if I have to beat it out of him!"
Solution at hand, she dashed to the unsuspecting boy shouting a quick, "Ichigo!"
Dazed eyes, which looked at the river without seeing, cleared in an instant. A little mop of orange twisted from side to side until it settled on the fast approaching girl.
When she stood at arm's length, the boy greeted her with a soft, "Hi, Tatsuki. What's up?"
Witnessing the slouched stance and averted gaze made the girl scowl. Too strung at the pitiful sight, Tatsuki forgot herself and punched her friend's arm "Idiot!" She yelled disregarding Ichigo's flinch, "Did you forget our match?!"
Blinking, the boy lowered his chin on his legs, glancing between the girl and the grass. Moments later, his eyes widened only to glaze over. "Right," he said scratching his neck, "Sorry."
Puffing, Tatsuki placed her hands on her hips like her mom did before a scolding. Opening her mouth, she was about to berate the other for his lame apology, but Ichigo's ghostlike appearance made her pause.
Compared to other boys their age, her friend had always been a tiny thing, but now he could pass for a zombie.
Huffing, she changed topic by sitting and saying, "Can I ask you something? Is it true you can see ghosts and stuff?"
A blink later, Ichigo shrugged, "I can't see them."
Like the winner she was, Tatsuki grinned. "I knew it!" She exclaimed while her eyes widened at a new fact.
"That double-fibbing* pipsqueak!" Muttered the now sullen girl, "I swear, I'll kick Mikami's ass for lying. He and his lot were making a fuss. Saying stuff like Kurosaki is always looking at deserted places talking to no one because he can see ghosts."
Her behavior pulled a smile from the ashen boy. "Leave it to Tatsuki to lift my spirit," thought Ichigo.
Staring at his fuming friend, the boy's eyes caught a new movement on the roadside. Squinting, his limbs froze as his face lost all blood.
"Hey, Tatsuki," he whispered gesturing to a smutty man, "Do you see that guy by the closed store?"
Glancing at the stranger, Tatsuki nodded, "Yeah, why?"
Swallowing, the boy asked, "Do you know him?"
"Nu-huh," said Tatsuki shaking her head.
Noticing their stares, the greasy guy beamed like a child at a New Year's party. Grinning, he dashed, skipping a step or two on the way.
Jumping in action, the boy pulled Tatsuki saying, "We've gotta go."
Gaping at her friend's abrupt panic, the girl tried to get free from the bruising grip. "Let go!" She yelled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Hush and run," panted Ichigo who dared a glance behind. Gritting his teeth, he added, "Can't you see he's following us?"
Tatsuki blanched when she saw the slimy guy catching up to them. Stumbling, she pushed her legs to move faster.
Reaching the office buildings, the kids tried to draw attention, but when a window burst, they had to reconsidered.
Gulping at the close hit, Ichigo dragged the girl to an abandoned part of town. Weaving between deserted streets and buildings, the panting duo entered a narrow lane.
Having spent a lot of time exploring town, Ichigo knew its every nook and cranny. Zigzagging from one tight avenue to the next came natural to the ever-pursued boy. Their random running confused their chaser who got left behind.
At one point, the boy had to force Tatsuki to enter a fly-infested street. The stench burned their noses, but Ichigo paused mid-path. Moving some of the sticky trashcans, he revealed a hole in the wall.
Not wasting a second, he pushed Tatsuki inside. Dragging the bin along, he concealed the opening from sight. Gasping for breath, he squeezed Tatsuki's hand as if requesting to stay silent and keep close.
The two spent what seemed like hours walking and tripping through darkened corridors. In the end, they reached a shattered doorframe which led them back to the riverbank.
Winded, the two checked the streets for signs of their pursuer.
"Did we lose him?" Whined an exhausted Tatsuki.
"I think so," breathed Ichigo trying to sooth his aching muscles. "Let's get you home."
With the danger gone, Tatsuki bristled at her friend's nonchalant comment. "Are you crazy!?" She all but hollered, "If mom finds out I skipped karate, she'll go nuts."
Frowning at the outburst, Ichigo grabbed the girl's hand and began pulling her along again. "What's worse," he said, "A little scolding or getting caught?"
Averting her gaze, Tatsuki left the question in the air. Although she had no idea what the guy had wanted, he'd been persistent. Huffing, she raised her nose, "Fine, but I'll tell her it was your fault."
Her remark earned her an eye-roll and a, "Whatever."
Thunder boomed across the skies as if ushering the children to hasten. Following the river, they reached an empty park.
On regular day, the green playground attracted children and adults alike. Yet, the weather with its dreary clouds had sent most to their homes.
As they neared the streets which would guide them to their goal, a sinister figure showed its face.
"I found you," came the stalker's singsong voice, a black gun raised to chest level.
Breath caught in their lungs, the two stumbled backwards.
"Now, now," grinned the messy guy while swiping sweat from his forehead. "Be good, make Oni-chan happy and I promise I won't hurt you," he said adding a "Much," between the teeth.
Humidity heavy on his tongue, Ichigo gnawed his lip doing the math. He could tell neither he nor Tatsuki had the strength to ditch the guy. At least, not if they ran in the same direction.
A blink later an idea came to mind and he whispered into Tatsuki's ear, "I want you to run and find help. I'll keep him busy."
Spraining her neck, Tatsuki stared at her friend as if he'd grown a tail. "Have you lost your mind?!" She breathed, "What can you do when you can't even beat me at karate?"
"Just do it," said Ichigo narrowing his eyes.
Swallowing hard, Tatsuki looked at her friend eyes blown wide. She had never seen an Ichigo prepared to hurt, not even when he got teased or beaten for having orange hair.
This couldn't be the same person she knew. The kid she had befriended was a sniveling baby, one who dropped at passing breeze, not this lion itching to lash.
Unaware of doing so, Tatsuki took several steps backwards. She didn't know how to handle a battle-ready Ichigo. Seeing his tense posture, somewhat reassured her everything would be alright.
Willing her body to stop shaking, Tatsuki cleared her head and ran across the park. Glancing behind, she prayed her friend would do the same only in the opposite direction.
When she saw the two had yet to move, Tatsuki faltered. She wanted to help but had no idea how. This wasn't the dojo with instructors and safety measures, but a real life and death situation.
A lightning strike broke her trance and she found herself running. She had to hurry and find help. Every wasted second could be Ichigo's last.
To her luck, streets later she ran into a green clad leg and brown cane. Dazed by the impact, she gawked at a funny-dressed blonde.
"Oh my," said the man while steadying the mute Tatsuki. "What is a cute girl like you doing running the streets? It's dangerous you know."
"Sorry," breathed Tatsuki clutching the male's hakama. To her, that kind of pants meant karate which equaled security… Safety "Can you help me mister? My friend is in danger," she explained in one go urging the man to move along.
Stormy eyes steeled at the obvious distress. "Lead the way," said the male with the stripped bucket hat.
Meanwhile, in the park two figures span in circles. The larger had difficulties shooting the shorty who evaded bullets and grasping hands.
"Why can't you stay still?!" Screeched the winded guy. His shoddy clothes ruined further by the constant running. "And here I thought you learned a lesson. Stop moving or I'll kill that brat like I did that woman you were with last time," he ordered.
Puffing, Ichigo glared at the man responsible for his mother's death. "You want me," he spat, "Catch me if you can."
Roaring the male jumped at the impertinent kid with a shout of "I'll destroy you!"
As Ichigo slipped through wobbly fingers, the junkie kissed the ground with a thud.
"Stupid little shit," cussed the vile man. "If only you died instead of that lady."
Ichigo's breath caught in his throat at the male's words. The paralyzed boy could do nothing but stare as the other returned to his feet.
"Had you been a good boy," continued the junkie, "None of this would be happening! Your mother would be alive, and I'd be happy!"
Stumbling on shaky legs, the foul guy stated, "But because you lived, I lost my dealer. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find good stuff these days? Of course, you don't."
"Well, it doesn't matter, said the junkie with a new glint in his eyes. "Once I send you to the other side, my provider will have to abide by our agreement."
Using fury and desperation, the junkie leaped at the boy he froze with his confession. Ichigo, who had yet to shake the verbal abuse, stood no chance against the guy's newfound determination.
Brown eyes registered the assault, but numb limbs wouldn't move out of the way. In slow motion, the boy saw the man reach for his neck and knew it was too late to run, but he tried anyway.
Ichigo's attempt to slip didn't go as planned and he found himself pinned by the neck. Struggling and scratching at a sweaty wrist, the child gasped for breath.
Laughter filled the air, compliments of the dope-less fiend who relished in his victory. Before the guy could deliver the finishing blow, the land rippled with violent waves. What came next petrified the wrestling child.
Elegant fingers flicked through pages of die Große Heidelberger Liederhandschrift*.
Rare were days when Haschwalth had time for idle reading. Most days he spent following orders or keeping Wandenreich's forces in check.
Yet, for the first time in years, he could read unperturbed by Pepe's floating eyeball. He had assigned the bothersome Sternritter to investigate a reiatsu disturbance in Florence.
The fellow had no idea it was a fool's errand, since Haschwalth knew disorder's cause. Whoever said Gotei's Thirteenth Division had no use, was very much mistaken. Coaxing their Squad members into a heated argument had been child's play.
Closing the manuscript, Haschwalth sighed. Reading von der Vogelweide's 'Elegie*' may not have been his best call. He blamed his German side for the poor choice.
Although the poem rang true, it wasn't something he should read when melancholic.
"Ever since Lady Masaki perished," thought the Grandmaster, "Things have changed. Soren is nowhere to be found and the Sternritters are high-strung."
The long wail which had echoed all over the palace still sent chills down Haschwalth's spine. That had been the last he'd heard of the Regent.
"It's been a week and we've yet to pinpoint his location," noted the Grandmaster rising from the couch. "Although Soren disappeared, his loyal dogs never stopped monitoring my every step. In fact, I dare say they've tripled their efforts. Not a day passes without feeling one of them breathing down my neck."
Placing the manuscript on the bookshelf, Haschwalth scanned the many available titles. "Because of their persistence," he continued, "I haven't been able to report to his Majesty. It's a good thing I did inform him of my precarious situation, but I wish I could do more."
Tracing some of the works he preferred, the Grandmaster let his feet carry him along the large library.
"Bazzard too is getting antsy," he thought. "I can tell he wants action, but even I am restricted despite infiltrating Soren's defenses."
Pretending to lose faith in the King's return had been a tedious task. And yet, Haschwalth not only managed to fool the Sternritters and Soren, but Bazzard as well. Thank heavens the hothead was privy to his deceit, otherwise it could have been a catastrophe.
Still, since the day he went deep undercover, Haschwalth had been unable to contact Heika. Soren had kept him close, using the blonde's knowledge but never giving him full freedom.
"The past year proved without a doubt the guy is insane," he mused, recalling their interactions. "Soren speaks of grandeur through blood and war in which Quincies should rise above all races. He wants a new world order where he stands on top leading an army of soul-vanquishing Quincy. Preposterous. Breaking the balance would mean the end for all known worlds."
Halfway across the room, Haschwalth paused as his hand rested at the top left corner of a bookcase. The cover his fingers tapped, read "The Waves of Life."
Since he joined Soren's group, Haschwalth had spent all his free time in the library. In all the hours spent, he hadn't found "Deep Sea, High Land" or any other book which Denka may have used.
For some reason the book his fingers caressed, gave him a weird feeling. In all his centuries of reading, he had never stumbled on this cover. Judging by the thick layer of dust, it must have been here quite long.
As he pulled the novel, a beeping broke his trance-like state.
Frowning at the irksome item, Haschwalth snatched the communicator from his coat. Nothing needed to be said as the ringtone spoke for itself.
Holding onto the book, Haschwalth let go of his uneasiness and marched to the Throne room.
Closing the doors and bowing, he expected a hood-clad Soren, but the person he saw was not the Regent.
"Heika," breathed a pale Grandmaster.
Meeting an old pal, a weak after said friend's wife passed away was no breeze.
Supporting your allies is important, yes, but you'd better be ready for anything.
People will have different reactions ranging from bawling, gleefulness to utter denial. Depending on character, some could even lose a board here or there.
As a well-prepared man, Urahara Kisuke had anticipated many a scenario before he left his home. But even he couldn't have predicted Isshin would stick a poster of his wife near the kitchen.
Still, a part of his brain kept poking him for not thinking of such a possibility. After all, Isshin had been and continues to be a Shiba and everyone knew they were an unpredictable bunch.
In truth, Urahara had come to check not only his associate but his children too.
Unsurprising, Ichigo was nowhere in sight. Ever since the catastrophe, the little one spent his days searching the riverbanks. Poor thing had no idea his Quincy mother must have already joined the cycle of rebirth.
Karin and Yuzu, though, were present. The two huddled together, comforting one another while waiting for their brother. It was as if they hoped their sibling would return with their lost mom.
And then, there was Isshin. Keeping the former Shiba Head company drained a lot of energy. He could go from hyped to miserable in nanoseconds and Urahara came close to decking the guy. The only reason he held his hand was the fact it was his first visit since the hospital.
Urahara still shivered whenever he recalled that morning. Not only because of his friend's dead eyes, but for the chat he made afterwards. The follow-up call did calm his nerves, but only due to the fact it had been with Kurosaki-sama.
Sighing on his way to the shop, Urahara tripped when someone ran into his legs.
"Oh my," he said while steadying a winded little miss. "What is a cute girl like you doing running the streets? It's dangerous you know."
"Sorry," panted the young lady who gripped his hakama as if they held the key to freedom. "Can you help me mister," she asked tugging at his clothes, "My friend is in danger."
Noting the sweat soaked clothes, Urahara deduced the poor thing must have ran from a molester. Having a distaste for pedophiles, the former 3rd Seat of the Onmitsukidou's Detention Unit wasted no time in offering his services.
"Lead the way," he said adjusting his stripped bucket hat.
Following the girl, Urahara's mind considered all probabilities. Since the young lady had no reiatsu, the problem must be human related.
Although his head composed trillion of scenarios, he put them at bay. It would be pointless to get carried away before analyzing the real situation. However, should the offender be an abuser, he'd show no mercy consequences be damned.
As they got close to a park, a tremor shook the earth making the girl flail. Steadying the little lady, Urahara's eyes scanned the perimeters. Although there were no reiatsu changes, he was certain it hadn't been a regular earthquake.
True to his prediction, a monstrous figure poked its head from the nearby forest. Each step it took caused more vibrations and soon the beast came out of the foliage.
If it weren't for the girl's presence, Urahara would have burst in tears. The colossal could pass for a crossbreed between a Pomeranian dog, an elephant seal and a star-nosed mole.
In many aspects of life, size mattered. But Urahara believed it became irrelevant when one had such a comical exterior.
Narrowing his eyes, Urahara gave the park another look. A cadaverous male wrestled a child, neither aware of the approaching Hollow.
Before he could do anything, the girl pulled his hand with surprising strength. Had he not been a Shinigami, the young lady would have dislocated his wrist.
"Ojou-chan*," said Urahara in a cold tone, "I must ask you to leave. I swear to save your friend, but I can't do anything with you around."
The girl glanced at the struggling duo and the hakama clad man. Although reluctant, something told her she could trust the guy. Nodding, she took off in a sprint, hoping her mom would send back-up.
Urahara grit his teeth, holding his cane at the ready. The only reason both the Hollow and perpetrator still breathed was for the young lady's sake.
Even if the girl wasn't spiritually aware, she could see human blood. He had no intentions of scaring one so young, else Yoruichi would claw him to death.
With the young lady gone, Urahara awoke his Zanpakuto from his cane's folds. Due to Shinigami habits, he first went after the Hollow.
Be it case or fortune, the Hollow had moved in action at the same time. With a mighty swipe, it bisected the pedophilic human tainting the would-be victim.
Before anything else could happen, Urahara shot, "Scream Benihime." A crimson-colored energy blasts flew from his blade, destroying the Hollow on impact.
Sheeting his Zanpakuto, he rushed to the sedentary boy whose mouth hanged open. Observing the spluttering wide-eyed child with muddy clothes and hair, Urahara had a sense of Déjà vu.
A blink later, he connected the dots and squatted. In reaction to his proximity the child tried to retreat. "Hi there," said Urahara, "Relax, it's all over now. I am Urahara Kisuke and you must be Kurosaki Ichigo, Isshin-san's son, right?"
His words did little to calm the boy, who stood on trembling feet dusting his pants.
Helping the boy remove some of the grime, Urahara said, "With all this dirt, I thought you were a drowning kitten. How about you come with me and we get you cleaned? We can't let Karin-chan and Yuzu-chan see you like this."
Urahara hoped using the girls' names would convince the child he was a family friend. The flinch it produced wasn't what he had expected. Thus, he saw it fit to add, "I am not like that bad man. Besides, should I hurt you, Isshin-san would have my head for breakfast with gravy and apples."
Hearing the boy's chuckle, made the scientist smirk under his hat. Believing it should be smooth sailing from there, he rose offering a hand. Instead of feeling small fingers lace in his palm, he received a glare.
"Only if you promise not to use your fake magic or force me asleep," said the boy, eyes narrowing.
Blinking, Urahara had to do a double take. "You remember," he whispered more to himself than the child. The ensuing nod let him know he hadn't been very quiet.
"Did I mess with the seal on my last inspection?" Wondered the scientist. "I doubt, but I'd better ask Tessai-san to give them a look."
Humming, Urahara pretended to consider the request. He was no pedophile, but the kid did look adorable with his pout, pardon, scowl. "For someone in need of a bath you sure are fussy," he grinned, "I only offered out of kindness."
"Then I'll pass," said Ichigo crossing his hands, frown still in place. "I have to find Tatsuki and make sure she's ok. I'll shower at her place or at a bath-house."
"Interesting," noted Urahara before saying, "As for your friend, relax. After she brought me here, I had her go home, I didn't want her to get scared. How are you going to explain your peculiar appearance to her or her mother?"
Shrugging, Ichigo replied, "I'm a kid, I'll manage. At worst, I'll say I can't remember."
"Sharp little thing," mumbled the shopkeeper.
With a snap of his fingers Urahara announced, "Alright. I won't use any tricks this time, you have my word Kurosaki-san. We will only get you cleaned and on your merry way, agreed?"
Ichigo nodded but made no move to grasp the offered hand. In other circumstances, Urahara would have pouted at the boy's defiance, only to whine until he got his way.
The shopkeeper had spent hours over the tapes of June 17th, until he memorized them by heart. The little one had loved holding his mother's hand. Perhaps therein lied his reluctance to do the same for a stranger.
Spinning his cane to break the tension, Urahara went ahead. He needed not look to know the boy followed to his right.
The two proceeded in silence, until Ichigo saw it fit to break it with a quaint, "Ne, Getaboushi-san?"
Hiding a ticking eyebrow under his hat at the nickname, Urahara coughed before saying, "Yes?"
"What was that monster," demanded the boy.
Dropping the cane, Urahara considered how to reply. Seeing no reasons to deceive the child, he said, "It's called a Hollow. I could tell you more," he sang, "But I'm afraid you are a little too young."
Ichigo's grumbled, "I'm not," only served to remind the scientist he was dealing with a kid. Believing the conversation done, the shopkeeper tripped when Ichigo pulled his hakama.
"Are there more of them and why do they look scary," asked the child. "Do they have something to do with the people and kids others can't see?"
Urahara clicked his tongue at the overzealous kid, "Didn't I say you're too young?"
"Who cares," said the boy averting his gaze. "Plus, not knowing doesn't help anyone."
Although Urahara agreed, he knew better than to give into temptation. It would give Isshin-san more reasons to barbeque him alive. "You're quite the handful," he sighed, "I could get in trouble you know."
Expressive eyes and a trembling lip became his downfall. He'd alter or erase today's date from his cameras once home. Reiou forbid Yoruichi saw him falter at the sight of the kid's puppy-stare. In his defense, the moisture around those begging orbs would make anyone melt.
It was high time he used his own weapons.
Pulling a paper-fan from his sleeve, Urahara covered his face and got on the boy's level. "Let's make a deal," he said, "Whenever you come for a visit, I'll tell you what I can. In return, you'll babysit my young proteges."
Willing the gathered tears away, Ichigo tilted his head, but didn't let go of the trousers. After a minute, he raised his head, "It won't be fair to Karin and Yuzu."
Having anticipated such a debate, Urahara fanned himself saying, "Fine by me. Ururu and Jinta are around their age so you can bring them anytime you want. "
Based on the camera records, Urahara expected the kid to brighten and smile. Instead, Ichigo frowned, eyes distant as if in deep thought. Lowering his fan, Urahara bit his tongue. If he wanted to get along with Isshin's son, he'd have to let him go at his pace.
Minutes later, the boy nodded fist at the ground and then at the scientist saying, "Ok. But no more tricks."
"Good," said Urahara clasping his fan. Tapping his chin with the item's head, he resumed walking. As the two strolled, Urahara noted, "Since we are becoming such good friend, I will let you call me uncle Kisuke."
"Never gonna happen," shot Ichigo with a scoff.
Faking hurt, Urahara whined and nagged the boy to reconsider all the way to the store. He would have continued had it not been for Tessai's intervention.
The Kido Master didn't intimidate the eight-years-old. In fact, instead of quivering, Ichigo straightened, introducing himself only after the taller male.
Soon after Ururu's and Jinta's voices boomed. As the storekeeper and his assistant prepared to face the music, Ichigo rushed using hearing as a guide.
Following behind, the two snickered at the boy's actions. Yet, when they reached the kid's shared room, their mouths hit the floor.
Gone was the ruckus and noise. Instead they found a frowning Jinta drawing in silence and the shy Ururu glued to the newcomer.
Underneath a stripped hat, grey eyes glimpsed the tiniest of smiles forming on the orangette's face. Considering the horrors the boy experienced in a few days, Urahara couldn't ask for more.
With a bit of luck and lots effort, his shop could become the boy's home away from home. Covering his eyes with his trusty hat, Urahara prayed that would be the case.
Reiou knows he and his affiliates could use a bit of light and warmth. Despite life's challenges, Ichigo seemed to radiate both, chasing stormy clouds away.
11:43 pm – June 16th, 1994
A shadowy figure roamed the streets of a small town. Covered in black from head to toe, the person's steps made no sound. With its weird getup, the stranger could be a serial killer on the loose or a fool headed for a costume party.
Drifting away from the clean parts of town, the weirdo aimed for darker paths. The figure would soon enter the domain of gangsters and trouble-makers-.
Nearing a run-down apartment with a broken door, the person froze at a snarl. It wasn't a noise common to these areas, but a roar befitting an otherworldly being.
Instead of fleeing, the figure stood immobile and quiet as if contemplating its next move. Seconds later, it shrugged, heading for the sound's origins.
Down the alley, it turned right, following two more roads until it reached its destination. There, the figure met a gory sight.
On the ashen concrete a man bled from several gaping wounds. Judging by the tattered clothes and needle bruises, the man must have been a druggie. Either way, he wouldn't be missed by the authorities.
A creature stood atop the dying man, grumbling under its breath. It could pass for a giant hamster, if those animals came equipped with red bird-like appendages. A red tentacle-like limb with a humanoid-doll hanged from the thing's forehead. Had the figure seen the creature in the water, it would have mistaken it for a furry anglerfish.
"Useless human," muttered the creature, "Although he could see my lure, he can't pass for an appetizer. I'm sure the fool will give me a stomachache come morning."
"Why couldn't I have stumbled on a succulent kid instead," whined the unsuspecting beast. "Children are softer, tastier and so delicious. Shame they are hard to catch."
Munching on a skinny hand, the creature talked to itself, "I wouldn't mind eating a Shinigami. It's been so long since my last entre."
At the thought of Shinigami, the creature's mouth formed fat drops of saliva. Clearing the mix of blood and droll, it resumed its monologue, "Afterwards, I could go for dessert."
"The only problem is finding a spiritually aware kid," grouched the monster. Chopping and chewing another limb, the creature dropped the corpse's leg making a face. "Chances of finding such a treat are like turning Adjucha overnight."
Having heard enough, the hidden figure spoke, "What if I could point you in the right direction?"
Jolting at the voice, the monster bared its teeth, "Who are you?! Show yourself! Are you a human or a Shinigami?"
Leaving the shadows of the alley, the figure said, "Does it matter when I can give you what you desire?"
Sniffing the air, the hamster-like monster said, "Hm. Not a Shinigami. Otherwise you'd already drawn your sword."
"Cleaver and devious, I like you already," chuckled the figure.
"Well guess what," spat the creature, "I don't appreciate people sneaking on me during a meal."
Waving at the dead human, the figure said, "You call that filth dinner? Man, I don't envy you. Between that carcass and crap, I'd take shit with a smile."
Scoffing, the monster grunted, "For something without reiatsu, you have a big mouth."
"Oh, please," sang the black-clad person, "Like you could sense it when it's concealed inside a body."
Noting the creature's scrunched face, the figure huffed, "What? Don't tell me you've never heard or see one of us blending with humans? Let me tell you, it's easy and you never run out of prey."
"It makes sense. Some Hollows do have such a skill " thought the creature before saying, "How do you do it?"
"Instead of eating the carcass," explained the figure, "Picture yourself entering it. Once inside, you can take over and do as you please. It even works with living humans, so long as they are weak willed or suicidal. I prefer the suicidal ones. They are easy to break, have family which gives no shit, and their despair is droll worthy."
Running his talons through thick fur, the monster stored the data for another time. "Tell me more about the information you mentioned," it demanded, "What kind do you have and at what price?"
"Heh," grinned the figure under its hood. "How about a reiatsu enhanced nine-year-old?"
"Too god to be true," spat the hamster being.
"Well," stalled the black wearing figure, "It so happens I know one. I can give you its location and all."
It was a nice proposition, but the monster had other things to say, "To what do I owe this generosity? We don't do favors for free."
"You are right," nodded the figure, "We don't, so let's make a deal. One succulent reiatsu infused morsel for two powerless brats."
Cleaning blood from its fur, the monster said, "Kidnapping is no easy task. Besides, why involve me when you could feast on your own?"
The question must have hit a spot, for the hooded person paced from side to side. "I can't get close because of the kid's father," it said after a while, "But who said anything about abductions? If you agree to my terms, you'll dine on the reiatsu infused boy while I get his sisters."
Although the deal wasn't all that bad, the monster snarled, "Forget it! This smells like a trap."
Seeing the creature about to leap, the figure rushed at it saying, "Come on. Help me out. I want them dead, but I can't come close since they'd recognize the body. That's where you come in. You'll have a fine meal and I'll get my vengeance. It's a win-win agreement."
Humming under its masked chin, the monster said, "You'd go that far for one puny soul?"
"I'd sell my soul to the devil if I could!" Snarled the figure, "Alas," it chuckled, "I already am a demon."
Tapping its claws, the monster said, "Before I make a decision, I want to see them for myself."
The figure's gloved hand rummaged a moment within black clothes. As soon as it found a piece of paper, it offered it to the creature. "Good thing I brought this human thing," it said "Here, check them out."
"And you expect me to renounce two out of three morsels?" Snapped the monster, "You must be mad!"
"Stingy-grubber," mumbled the figure, "Then how about this? You get the orangette and the black-haired girl, I'll have the brunette."
"Deal," nodded the hamster-like monstrosity.
"Good," grinned the black covered person. "Here is the plan."
At the stroke of midnight, the whispering duo parted ways both sporting matching grins.
June 17th, 1994
Grey clouds tainted the air with stuffy moisture on a Tuesday afternoon. Puddles and muddy tracks decorated alleys and streets.
A haggard-looking boy struggled upon a slippery slope. As he skidded on the spot, he balanced himself and strengthened his hold on the two girls he tugged along.
The black-haired one attached to his arm paced on short unsteady feet. Although young, she did her best to match her sweat-soaked brother's footsteps. Her brown haired twin sniffled asleep on the boy's back, face lined with dried tears.
Many stops later, the trio reached Karakura's Cemetery. Legs familiar with the area carried them to the grave of Kurosaki Masaki.
Offering water and flowers, they prayed to their mother, all lost in thoughts.
The nine-years-old battled against treacherous tears. He flinched at his sisters' hunched forms. Hearing Yuzu's sobs and sensing Karin's trembling made him avert his eyes. Shutting brown orbs tight, he balled his hands until he felt warm liquid slide to the ground.
"It's all my fault," he thought gritting his teeth. "My weakness got her killed. If only I hadn't jumped, mom could have dodged. Instead of reaching for her, I should have distracted the guy, then mom could have run."
It had been a year since that day, but to Kurosaki Ichigo it had felt longer. Gone were the tranquil moments full of smiles and warmth. Never again would their family be complete.
"How could it," his mind supplied, "My stupidity ripped our family apart. Had I never been born, Karin and Yuzu wouldn't be short a mom and father could be happy," shivered the boy.
Speaking of whom, Ichigo glanced around, but their dad was nowhere in sight. The eldest Kurosaki got involved in a car crash not far from the cemetery. Being a doctor, he couldn't leave knowing his expertise may save lives.
A distant rumbling spoke of an approaching shower and Ichigo bit his lips. Without raincoats and umbrellas there was little the trio could do to keep safe from the elements. Scanning the graveyard once more, the boy huffed and scowled.
"We should get back home. Father won't like it," gulped the boy before he hardened his resolve, "But Karin's and Yuzu's health come first."
Ichigo jolted when something wrapped around his wrist. Meeting Karin's searching gaze he breathed out.
Nodding at his sister's silent request, he approached Yuzu, wrapping her in a warm hug. When the brunette's shoulders relaxed, Ichigo guide her to Karin's side. Grabbing hold of their hands, the three trekked to the exit.
Reaching the gate, Ichigo froze making the twins stumble. A huge mask wearing hamster blocked their path.
Willing his trembling away, Ichigo took a step back which made the monster take one forward. Its red slit eyes, grinning mask and the see-through hole gave Ichigo the willies.
The twins glanced between their brother and monster, small bodies shaking like branches. About to ask for reassurance, movement caught Karin's eyes. A weird girl with a bob-cut circled them like a lioness.
Noticing Karin's distraction and Yuzu's wide eyes*, the boy swallowed. Giving the strange girl a stinky glare, he pulled his sister's closer using his body as a shield.
His actions made the monster crack in laughter. "Wonderful," it said, "You can see me as expected, but who knew your sisters had the same potential? It must be my lucky day."
"I would think twice before attacking," frowned Ichigo, "We are not alone."
Guffawing, the monster gushed amidst his laughter, "Good one my succulent morsel. I'd keep you for the fun of it, but it's past lunch time and I'm famished."
Tensing like an aggravated cat, Ichigo grabbed his sisters by the waist. Hoisting them, the orangette gathered some reiatsu ready to bolt. "Go back to wherever you came from," ordered Ichigo, "You won't dine on us, not as long as I live."
"Then, I you'll be the first to die," said the monster charging at the kids. In a blink, three bodies disappeared stunning the Hollow "What?" It roared looking around, "Where did they go?"
Sniffing, the creature's eyes narrowed. "My tasty treat is a trickster," it said voice dripping venom, "It doesn't matter, they won't get far."
At the bottom of the cemetery's hillside, the orangette dropped to his knees. Panting for breath, he released his hold on the twins.
Using the newfound freedom, Karin wrapped herself around her brother's torso. "Ichi-ni, what's happening," she asked "How are we on the road?"
Calming his breathing, the orangette addressed his sisters, "Listen you two, I want you to find dad and go home."
"No," said Karin crossing her hands, "We can't leave you alone."
The quiet Yuzu could do nothing but nod, having lost her voice at the sight of the monster. Ruffling black locks, Ichigo said, "Don't worry. I know someone who can teach that guy a lesson. Trust me, it will be ok."
The feisty girl didn't know what to do. She refused to abandon her brother, but one look at her twin tore her heart in two. Scrunching her eyes, she gazed deep into her brother's eyes, searching for something. Finding no deceit, she exhaled. "Alright," she relented, "But promise you'll return."
"I will," said Ichigo with a nod.
Grumbling under her chin, Karin grabbed her sister, urging numb muscles in a sprint.
Getting in a defensive stance, Ichigo pulled a star pendant from his trousers. The silver item had an additional star sapphire engraved to it, making it look like a three stars amulet.
The pendant soon turned into an energy knife engulfing the boy's hand in a black gauntlet. "Kami let his work," whispered the ashen Ichigo.
Seconds later, the monster made its reappearance. "Oh," it tilted its head at the sight of the armed boy, "Giving up already?"
"Not quite," snapped Ichigo. "Running will get me nowhere, so I figured I'll either get a lucky hit and defeat you or stall for time."
"We'll see," said the Hollow clicking its tongue. In an instant the poncho wearing girl appeared. "Bring the brats," ordered the creature, "But don't kill them, I want him to see us do it."
The girl left earning a stare from Ichigo. "They work together," he thought, "But according to Urahara-san, Hollows don't get along, so why?"
Sneering at the boy's face, the monster injected, "Surprised? Don't worry, you won't live long enough to hurt your head figuring my secret."
Disregarding the taunting, Ichigo tightened his grip, concentrating on his energy. Unbeknownst to the Hollow, the kid's reiatsu wasn't fluctuating due to fear. The oscillating waves were a distress signal created to alert a lazy sandal-hat man.
Humming as if tasting candy, the monster grinned. "Tell me," it said "Are you as succulent as the black-haired one or will you be even sweeter?"
Sucking a breath, Ichigo was about to ask what it meant, when the creature sneered, "Ah. Perfect timing."
The poncho-wearing girl dropped from the skies, landing between Ichigo and the Hollow. In its taloned feet, it held onto an unconscious Yuzu and a bleeding Karin.
"Ichi-ni," breathed the black-haired girl before succumbing to her wounds.
Eyes blown wide, Ichigo dashed for his sisters with a shout, "Karin! Yuzu!"
"Be careful now," said the poncho freak in the Hollow's voice. "One wrong move and I'll chop their heads off."
Unable to move for fear of losing his sisters, Ichigo's body tightened, "What do you want!"
Dual laughter filled the air as both the girl and Hollow jeered. "I want you to squeal like a pig as I tear you limb from limb," they said in unison. " I want to see you begging for life until you pray for death. But most of all, I want you to fill my stomach."
Steadying his breath, Ichigo prepared to do a kamikaze attack. His foot moved by a thread, when two pale lights crashed his endeavor. The beams engulfed both Ichigo and Yuzu, damaging the poncho clad girl in the process. Be it by luck or chance, Karin's unconscious form rested away from the light's powers.
"What's this," screeched the Hollow snarling at the untouchable glow.
Panting, Ichigo's eyes widened at the sight of the brunette's anguished jerks. "Yuzu," he called willing his body to move and protect his sister.
As he crawled, the glow followed. Once those lights touched, they merged, changing colors from pale nothingness to gold. A scream tore from Ichigo's throat and the beams erupted in tiny fragments.
Wheezing, the boy lost the hold on his weapon which returned to its original form. Along with it, Ichigo sprawled, hands encircling his sister's still shaking body.
"Is it over," wondered the blinking Hollow. Sniffing, it could detect nothing aside from the children.
"Well, well," it said smirking at the turn of events, "It looks like you're all out of juice."
Swatting Ichigo as if he were a bug, the monster grabbed the unconscious brunette. "Watch as I devour your sisters," it said opening its jaws.
"Please," prayed a paralyzed Ichigo laying on his back, "Someone... Anyone, help."
There was no one to answer his plea, no one who could stop the Hollow. As a tear escaped the confines of brown eyes, Ichigo pushed what little strength he had inside his mind. In despair, he tried to reach for someone he hadn't seen in years. Finding his target, he shouted within his mindscape, "Zan!"
Answering the call, a new monster materialized out of the blue. Before the hamster-like creature could react or sense a new presence, it had lost an arm and its meal. "That hurt you bastard", it howled before barking, "Who the hell are you?"
Hissing, the new monster raised a clawed hand discharging a quick globe of energy. "A Bala," was the Hollow's thought before it got hit by the attack.
The blanched monster rushed to the orangette, nuzzling the other's head and purring like a tiger. Ichigo patted ashen locks, marveling at the occasional black and orange highlight.
"Zan, you're finally awake," he said giving the pale being a hug, "I missed you so much."
A thin tail wrapped around Ichigo's middle*. Although the gesture should have been scary, the boy felt naught comfort. Zan's behavior brought cherished memories to the surfaces.
Pushing at a hard chest, Ichigo's eyes scrutinized his friend's new appearance. Last time he'd been dizzy and hadn't noticed the other's change.
Elongated nails as deadly as knives adorned human-like hands and lizard feet. Interlaced red tattoos decorated strong biceps to the elbows. Two stripes ran from the collarbone to the chest's middle. A black shirt and white hakama pants with a black obi hid everything else from sight.
The biggest changes were the face and shoulders. Ichigo could recall the mask's boney structure and lines as if he'd seen it yesterday. This time Zan appeared to have an actual white mask with red streaks rather than them being one in the same.
Frozen in an eternal grin, the half-inch thick cover had more markings than before. Now, there were two under his left eye and three above his eyebrow.
The shoulder's protrusions got replaced by sickle-like claws, one on each shoulder. A thin tail substituted the previous long and thick ones. What it lacked in size, it made up with a splash of red at its tip.
As the two reacquainted, the hamster Hollow leaped from the ground where it had buried itself. The monstrosity now lacked a good chunk of its hips and a leg along with its hand.
"You got lucky," it yowled as it opened a black portal, "But don't think this is over. Someday I will return and finish you all."
Hissing, the white Hollow would have rushed had it not been for Ichigo's pats. "It's alright Zan," whispered the boy. "Don't worry, we'll get him next time. Can you check on Karin and Yuzu for me?"
Rumbling, Zangetsu relented but only after his tail secured Ichigo on his back. With Yuzu being the closest, they needed not go far.
The brunette laid unconscious, but the steady rise and fall of her chest proved she lived. Placing a hand to her middle, Zangetsu checked her for wounds. He couldn't find any physical injuries, but he could sense something off.
"It's odd. I could have sworn she had reiatsu not long ago. Whatever happened, must have taken her ability," spoke Zangetsu through their mental link. "She'll live, but she'll never be spiritually aware again."
"You mean she won't see ghosts anymore," whimpered Ichigo. When Zan nodded, the boy shuddered and looked at his other sister.
Paling at the blood, Ichigo pulled at ashen hair steering his friend's head to the other insentient body. "What about Karin," he pushed through a dry throat.
Getting to the black-haired girl, Zan examined her longer. A nasty bite marred her hand while a minor hole adorned her chest.
Cutting a finger with his claws, Zan let some of his blood drip on the girl's wounds. Within seconds the damage vanished leaving no scars behind.
"She's alright now," he announced. "But I fear her Hakusui* got damaged. Even should she display potential, she'll never grow into her powers."
Ichigo frowned while playing with smooth locks. Both Karin and Yuzu had been proud of their abilities. It had been one of those things they shared with Ichigo alone since their dad was blind to the spiritual world.
"Is there nothing we can do," he whispered.
Tiny chilly drops hit the Zanpakuto's neck making the being avert his gaze. "I'm sorry Ichi," he said moments later.
Scrubbing stubborn tears away, a though crossed Ichigo's mind, "It's all my fault."
"Don't say stuff like that", growled the Zanpakuto having caught the treacherous notion. "You did your best," he continued, "It was the filthy Hollow who cheated."
"Good thing you sent him packing then," smiled the orangette.
Pacing to the side, Zan sat on the greenery. It was different from the one in their Inner World, but still pleasant. If nothing else, it was better than the concrete.
Setting the girls next to one another, the Zanpakuto placed Ichigo on his lap. The tail flicked at grass strands as he contemplated his next move. He knew he couldn't stay long. Even as he held onto his owner, he could see his limbs turning transparent.
Before he could warn Ichigo of his predicament, a determined query tumbled from pink lips. "Can you help me become stronger?"
Blinking, Zan lifted the boy's chin. Since Ichigo didn't look like he would force his hands, the Zanpakuto rumbled a: "Why?"
Although Zan had growled instead of spoken through their link, Ichigo had understood. "I want to be strong so things like this don't happen again," he said. "I don't want to be helpless and watch as those I care get hurt."
If he could, Zan would roll his eyes at Ichigo's reasoning. Leave it to his owner to stay the same even without memories. Forgetting all about their mental link, he stated: "It will take lots of courage and time. Plus, you are still a kid."
Even as more rumbles, snarls and vibrations came from his companion, Ichigo did not cringe. In fact, the strange cacophony sounded like a weird language. Although he had no idea how, Ichigo understood it as if he had known it his entire life.
"I don't mind", said Ichigo. "Besides, it's better to start early especially with all the Hollows popping in and out."
Flicking the other's nose earned the Zanpakuto a scowl. Chuckling Zan said, "Fine. But we'll start slow." Giving Ichigo a once-over, he added, "I'm surprised you can use any reiatsu at all."
Crossing his hands, the orangette pouted. He knew there was no malice behind Zan's words, but they were still irritating.
"Getaboushi has been telling me about reiatsu, Hollows and Shinigami," Ichigo said through a frown. "But I never made a weapon out of that pendant before. I keep it because it reminds me of mom and helps me concentrate."
Closing his eyes, Zan let his reiatsu mingle with Ichigo's. The seal was still there, but it had weakened. Nodding more to himself than his wielder, he said. "I can work with that, but on one condition, don't let that green-clad maniac know about me."
"Is it because you're a Hollow," asked a fidgeting Ichigo.
Eyes blown wide, the Zanpakuto didn't know how to respond. If Ichigo knew he was a Hollow, why couldn't he sense fear? The slight tremors in the boy's body were signs of nervousness and a bit of worry. But there was no dread, no horror, no anxiety at being next to a monster.
Still, the term Hollow didn't suit him, so the Zanpakuto scratched his head as he said, "Sort of?" Even as he spoke, the Zanpakuto waited for the moment the boy would jump as if burned.
To his great surprise, instead of rejection, he received a tear-filled embrace. If it wasn't for his mask, Zan knew his mouth would have hit the floor. Too shocked to do much, the Zanpakuto hugged back, disregarding the boy's silent sobs.
"He said I shouldn't trust you," sniffed Ichigo on the other's chest, "He said you'd try to fool and hurt me when I grow."
Ichigo's words pulled a repressed growl from Zangetsu and he had to will his hands to stay still. At that moment, the Zanpakuto wished nothing more than to skin the green wearing cretin.
Who gave him the right to frighten Ichigo and poison his young mind with half-truths and lies? Why couldn't he see past his form? Would things change once he gained an even more humanoid appearance? But, most of all, couldn't he let them be in peace?
Had it not been for the guy's interference, Ichigo may have already learned half his Shikai. Hell! They could have begun searching for Ichigo's missing fragments. Anything would have been better than forcing his powers dormant with a seal.
Just as he was envisioning a thousand and one way to claw a meddling blonde, Ichigo lifted his head. Brown eyes met gold on black in an intense stare. While the Zanpakuto tilted his head in confusion, Ichigo's face held nothing but fire.
"Who cares what he thinks!?" The kid all but shouted in Zan's face, eyes ablaze with power and resolve. "For as long as I remember, you were always there to help me like a big brother would."
Blinking, the Zanpakuto let the boy continue in his tirade. "Even as you slept," said Ichigo in a lower tone, "I went to visit, hoping you'd wake-up. Only, you never did. You always slept-on and it hurt."
Letting out a tired breath, Ichigo hugged the being once more. In that small embrace, the child tried to say all he couldn't explain. "This isn't how I expected us to meet again," said Ichigo a bit later, "But I know I can trust you and I do."
As the boy spoke, Zangetsu could sense Ichigo's reiatsu rise, entwine and bond with his own. It shouldn't be possible due to the seal, and yet, his partner seemed determined to do the impossible.
"Ichigo," he tried to caution, but the kid interrupted his thoughts, "I don't care if you look or might be like a Hollow. You are mine just as much as I am yours."
As their bond strengthened, Zangetsu felt himself purr. Words couldn't hope to describe his elation and pride. Never had he felt this connected to his wielder. Although their past had been shaky and their present broken by veiled enemies, Ichigo accepted him without pause.
Soon the reiatsu subsided and Ichigo pulled away from the hug, cheeks a bright red. Purring like a well-fed cat, Zangetsu cuddled the boy's head tickling his sides. Ichigo's laughter filled the air, making the Hollowfied Zanpakuto shiver in delight.
"Zan," said Ichigo between a gasp and a laugh. His effort to be serious, earned a rumbling chuckle and a stop from prodding fingers. "I don't know if it had been Getaboushi or that monster who forced you asleep," continued Ichigo "But I don't want to lose you again. Is there a way you can hide? I kind of think he'll get here soon."
Ichigo's words made the Zanpakuto tense. Letting his senses free, Zan did feel something not too far from their location. Growling at whatever it was, he said, "Now that you mention it, I can smell someone approaching."
Shaking his head as if the odor repulsed him, the Zanpakuto began to dematerialize. "Alright," he sent through their link, "I needed to go back anyway. I'll do my best to keep our power down, while you think of a story to tell."
Ichigo's feet steadied on the ground now that he wasn't on Zan's lap. With a wave and a mischievous giggle, Ichigo said to his vanishing friend, "Don't worry, I've got it covered."
Heaven's me, it's been ages since my last update.
A question to you all, do you like my new writing style?
I've been reading and studying a lot, so I hope it shows in my storytelling :)
*Although eight* in this scene, I imagine Tatsuki was the type who'd learn and mix (in her eyes) difficult words to look more mature.
*Die Große Heidelberger Liederhandschrift* or the Codex Manesse, is a German manuscript. It consists the works of about 135 minnesingers (love-song poets) of the mid-12th to early 14th century. I will be honest, poetry was never my forte, but this looked interesting.
*Elegie* - if I am not mistaken, the English translation of this poem is 'Alas! Where Have All the Years Gone'. I though it fit Haschwalth, who has been stuck in Wandenreich far too long.
*Ojou-chan* – means "someone else's daughter" with the addition of the suffix chan. Chan is often used for young girls, decent friends and in nicknames. An example would be when someone addresses their cat as neko-chan.
*This is my personal view on Karin and Yuzu's powers.* It never sat well with me that Yuzu couldn't interact with ghosts unlike Karin. Had Isshin or Masaki been pure human, I could have let it slide. Like this, I am adding my own spin by making Karin a half-Shinigami and Yuzu an impure Quincy. Since they are both young, they'll forget the bad experience. Along with it, they'll lose the memories of having had similar powers to Ichigo. Although Karin will (in later years) regain the ability to see spirits, Yuzu will remain human. Now, you may call me a witch if you please xD
*I'm sure you all noticed Ichigo's Zangetsu always looks different.* Correct me if I did something wrong, but this should be his third change. Zan will now remain in this form until he turns Vasto Lorde which will be even more human like and less monstrous.
*Hakusui* or Soul Sleep is the source of a Shinigami's spiritual pressure. Since Karin's Chain of Fate has not been severed, she lives on but without the ability to gain Shinigami powers.
Happy days until we meet again :)