Chapter Eleven: Eleventh String

I looked at the sword. The sword that was inches from my eye.

The plan we went over before they came didn't include this. It only made sure not to give any of our knowledge away, a plan that provided ways to dodge certain questions with something else, a plan that recapped things.

Quite frankly she was surprised it took them this long. For Captains of the Seireitei they were unbelievably lax. Especially Gin.

Harribel looked at the sword too close to her eye and aborted her sword movements. Jushiro had already recovered anyway, it was already unlikely that he would have been hit by Ichimaru's Zanpakutō, now it was questionable if he would be sent flying. So instead she kept her sword where it was, serving to put an end to any offense from Jūshirō and tilted her head before driving it down on the sword of Soifon.

She heard the woman gasp as her sword cut her forehead before being firmly lodged into the headband that covered her forehead. With Soifon's sword immobilized by her Hollow Mask she kicked Jūshirō in the gut, throwing him away and guarding against Shinsō's strike with her blade.

After a quick calculation she shifted herself to the left as well, Mila's charge would probably be stopped by the Captain's kick, but by swinging the body of both her and her enemy there would be a small moment in time to strike her with a backhand.

True to her own vision Mila's charge was met with a kick to the face, but the Captain's body was now open for a strike as her body was swung forth by the force. Giving a firm backhand into the slender woman's side she watched and felt the body fly across her back. Now came the tricky part of her stunt.

Shinsō was barreling towards both of them, but mere movements of the body would not be enough for friendly fire. With Soifon so close to her, her grip on her trapped Zanpakutō being ironclad, she stopped guarding with her sword and prepared to misdirect Shinsō's strike instead.

Out of her line of sight Soifon's eyes widened and Gin frowned in surprise. Knowing what Tier was doing the Captain threw her foot at Gin's extended Zanpakutō to arrest her momentum as the man tried to stop it.

Too late, the woman grunted as her armpit was cut open by her peer. Shinsō having stopped too late to stop itself from hurting its ally. Even if it kept extending it wouldn't have drawn the blood of the enemy.

As the blade started to retract Soifon struggled to drag her Zanpakutō out from her Mask's grip only to fail, and as the Captain kicked her in the back of the head Mila made another surprise entrance.

"I said...GET AWAY FROM HER!" Mila roared as she charged at the Captain.

Charging with both car crushing paws and teeth ready to maim in the name of Her Lady she aimed straight for the Captain's lower half.

"Tsk, not a fan of learning are you?" She lifted her foot from the Vasto Lorde's head when she got close enough and kicked Mila in the side of the head. This would send the Hollow spinning to the side, letting her plant her legs on the Vasto Lorde's back to execute a maneuver to release her sword from captivity.

But it didn't happen like it did last time. Mila's left paw smashed into the Captain's hips, cutting into meat and smashing hairline fractures into her body, the only saving grace was that the kick saved her from both teeth and another paw finding bloody purchase in her body.

Still, Mila wasn't sent spiraling away as the Captain hoped which meant she'd rear around and start striking with impunity.

"Byakurai!" Blue lightning flung itself from Jūshirō's hands. "Soifon? What's happening!?"

"Grk, she's getting stronger somehow! Put her down!"

"On it!"

Harribel didn't retort, she was a taciturn woman, and dealing with the incoming strike from Gin's Zanpakutō was worthy of some exertion. Especially since the Captain finally got her act together and placed both of her knees on her back, allowing the woman to draw her Zanpakutō from its trap, carving out a bloody gash of skin as it did so. With the Captain no longer locked by her Mask there was no need to stand here and absorb the blows, using Sonido to get out the way was a temporary solution, but better than just standing there.

Gin carved a furrow into the land with his missed strike before frowning and casually walking closer.

The Captain across from her huffed as she caught her breath. "Not just her, but you as well." She caught her breath again in a matter of moments. "Just what's going on? What are you doing? Is this some kind of ability of yours?"

"How underwhelming. So this is all a Captain amounts too." The rain continued to pour as Tier spoke. "You haven't shown any martial might worthy of concern, nor have you shown any wits to close the overwhelming power gap that already existed between us. If you keep this lax then you'll sustain unnecessary damage for no good cause."

The Captain did not take her sensible recommendation with good grace. "Don't get too cocky now."

"I'm not nearly so foolish." She narrowed her eyes at the Captain of Squad Two. "Your power is being limited. No matter to what extent it is being suppressed by you should all be putting up a better show than this, I'm not even trying. If this is you at twenty percent then you may as well go all out right now. I could still kill one of you in a duel if you cease being this weak, as it is none of you can hurt me."

"Oh yeah? And what about that gift I gave to your forehead?"

"Meaningless, in a world full of murder, sacrifice, and endless fighting this means nothing. Do you think I can feel this graze? That my vision is impeded? If so then there is no need to waste time on you, your comrade is currently more of a threat than you are. You couldn't even cut me to my bone when you had a shot a my weakness. All you can give me is superficial damage. My subordinates can handle you." She turned her back flying towards Jūshirō, a diversion since her true aim was really Gin in a manner of speaking.

"Hang Your Head, Wabisuke!"

As Gin's Vice-Captain used his Shikai to defend himself Soifon turned to the other Captain.

"Gin! What are you doing?! Are you just standing there?!"

At Soifon's words he really did pause in the air and tilt his head quizzically. "What? I'm moving closer that's all, my Zanpakutō is only in it's Shikai, and god forbid I strike with it at range anytime soon. I did cut you right?"

"Why are you just standing there!? Hurry up and start moving!"

"Why? What's the rush Soifon? I'll get there eventually."

"You..."

"Argh! Fuck! My hoof! You little bastard!"

I looked at Izuru. Here's a quick status report; he's bleeding and going to be feeling his broken bones for a while to come. "Can you feel it? My Zanpakutō steadily bringing you closer to the earth? Closer to death as you limb becomes overcome by its own weight?"

"Are you trying to call me fat fucker?! I'm gonna fucking smash that sword up your ass like your bait on a fishing hook!"

Poor Kira looked very confused. "I'm not sure your insult came out completely right Emilou, but I can certainly imagine what your saying." I tilted my head up and to the side. "So how long do you think you can keep this up? I can go all day, even that Zanpakutō of yours can't beat me in a battle of attrition. I've always fought those."

The blond man only cast that solemn look of his at us. I thought he wouldn't say anything since he was unusually quiet in comparison to everyone else but he surprised me this time. "You just don't get it do you? Do you think you can honestly escape three Captains? That's simply impossible. Especially against my Captain and the Second Division Captain herself. You must be insane." The rain did some rather interesting things to his looks by the way. That look on his face mixed with the way his blood seeped into the ground as he held his Zanpakutō was simply marvelous. It did look like a hook by the way, one with no curves however. Speaking of that sword...

It doubled the weight of whatever it hit.

Here's the S-S dilemma: Attack and evolve or don't?

I had no way of knowing if its effect would carry over evolution itself but should I chance it? Well, let's be real here I did need to pull my weight, especially with that hit against Emilou's leg.

To hold back so...even with Appaci's knowledge of its capabilities it would be impossible to have dodged that counter attack of his. Staying in his base form to learn a fighting style...whatever.

"Grrrr, I'm gonna show you what insanity looks like when I gore you with my horn and crush the life out of you with my feet! You hear me fucker!? Your last words are gonna be about how painful it is to drown in your own blood and failure!"

Oh my, she was serious about that. "That's a shame Emilou, he's actually the first man I can tolerate. Oh well, whatever I suppose..."

"You like this hunk'a shit?! Well how about you get hit and-!"

I moved to her right, as Izuru charged at us. There really wasn't much left now, enough for me to consider a reckless assault, but I staved the impulse off and tried to threaten him with a pincer. In a manner of speaking I did.

He switched targets and charged at me instead, guess I would be disappointed in him if he thought Emilou could mount a proper offensive with that leg of hers.

I hissed at him as I prepared to coil around him, presenting both tail and head to attack. As he charged at me bringing his sword to bear on my mask I batted him with my tail only for him to swat at it. Not an unfamiliar dance with this one, I withdrew my tail as I had done a few times fighting this man, but then I decided I had enough, I threw myself at him and prepared to bite the dirt.

Just as expected he dodged, jumping backwards into the air and preparing a Kidō as retaliation. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Shakkahō!" As the pillar of red came to crash down on me I noticed he didn't look back.

That made Emilou's Cero all the greater when it hit the fool. After firing one red beam of his own he got hit by a much better one. It put a smile on my face. "Arghhh!" Ah, screams of pain were so nice when they weren't so freakishly high pitched anymore.

Now about that Shakkahō he's planning on hitting me with...well...I feel like just standing here and letting it hit me. It would serve as an excellent prelude as to what was going to happen next.

As the pitiful Kidō that was about as long as my body came at me I began to glow.

Was this what molting felt like? To shed my skin? I think I recall hating it as a pitiful human, but that's no surprise, all humans are unbearably stupid. All present turned to regard me...my enemies with wide eyes...

The world dissolved into light...

Strangle To Death! Anaconda!

As I descended from the air in my new form I clenched my hands and felt the sensation of wind across skin, rather than scales. I boldly thrust out my chest and felt the wind bless my face and hair with its presence.

And then I began to sing.

"S is for Screw-Up, the only title you'll ever own, U is for Upheaval, the thing I'll do to your government, N for Natural Disaster, that's me on a bad day, G is for Genocide, upon your kind I'll bestow, now allow me to reprise..." I took a deep breath of sweet sweet air and began. "S is for Shooting-Shark, the master of all, U is for Ultimate just look at what I've become! And N is for Narcissism, my most lovely trait." I chuckled. "My name is Cyan Sung-Sun, and I'd like to say...hello." I stretched my leg and unclenched my hand. "You know, I thought about adding Savant at the last S but I'm not that autistic. Servant? Perhaps, but I'm a slave to love before anything else." I stretched my other leg, pulling up the right one by its ankle as I lifted it behind my back. "Hmm...that feels fantastic, you lucky little scamps had these all along? Greedy. So...who wants to fight? Not my favourite pastime but I do need to break this new body in. Just to be sure, you know how it is." I looked around, moving my head to scan my surroundings. "Hmm...not often I do something other than tilt my head so this is new. Oh?" I drank in his wide eyes and trembling body and giggled, a delightfully lovely sound. Better than laughter or chuckling. "Hmhmhmhm, well...looks like someone's spine got ejected from their rear at a record pace didn't it? Y'know Kira, that look really suits you. Stay like that...for me?" I tilted my head and gave a smile, feeling the wind caress my soft skin. I stretched my arm. "In a world of sociopaths and psychos I have to say I'm doing pretty well for myself, does anyone have a mirror by the way? My Hollow Mask was already small to begin with." I tilted my head to the right with force. "Ah lovely, still have the beads. They feel different though, well whatever. So...who's next? Because Kira clearly can't do anything anymore."

"How?!" She bursted at me. "How can you do that?! No, that's impossible! You can't be the cause of those two getting stronger can you? Your records never shown you having your ability perform so strongly before!"

I looked to her, smile on my face as the rain fell across a portion of my face. "Hey Soifon, doing well over there? Because I'm fantastic. Hmm, why do you sound like me so much?" I aggressively moved my head once again, seeing long locks of flowing olive green hair. "Well...that's odd, our voices are identical and yet we have no physical traits that are alike...hmm...questions for later." I kicked into the air. Damn did it feel nice to Kick About.

"You..."

"Yes yes, my ability. To be frank I can't fault you for your surprise, even I questioned whether I could evolve from it...guess you know the answer now hmm? As for why I've recovered so quickly from evolving I don't know, perhaps it's because my size hasn't changed much?" I cocked one thin beautiful eyebrow at her. "Oh? Is this an eyebrow? Huh? I think I like them. Nice hair by the way. For the both of us." I rested my left arm across my body. "That hair can probably be done in a lot of ways, but I'm a fan of that look. Especially the braids." Seriously, they were so long and done up with beautiful white cloth with a golden hoop at the end.

"Hey, you slut! Hurry up and pass me some more so I can get rid of this weight!"

I ignored Apacci and continued talking to Soifon. "So, anymore questions?"

"...You still didn't answer my question." She held her sword up in a unique manner. I think I knew where this was going.

"Shikai? Go ahead and attain First Release if you want, you're not going to be a challenge even in that. Except...I know who you're going to hit with that." I used Sonido to reach her and and assault her right arm with both my own. "Now about my ability, all abilities evolve when you do." Saying that I stabbed her in the elbow.

Pulling the sai from my sleeve I stabbed her right in the elbow. Watching as her teeth grit and her eyes bulged a little.

And for the finishing touch I leaned in to kiss her on the corner of her lips.

And then I kicked her right into a small house.

I turned around and stared across the river bank. "Hmm...I really do like this rural town, it has its charm points. There's a time and a place for everything however." I glanced at him out the corner of my eye, that man I hated irrationally. "You're next. For some reason I truly do detest you, as a matter of fact..." I covered my mouth with the sleeve of my left arm. "I'm certain you're some kind of pervert. So I'm going to beat you just for that alone."

Gin's eyes widened. "My my, that's a surprise."

"All waves, rise up and become my shield!" I looked at Jūshirō from the corner of my eye. "Lightning, strike now and become my blade! Sōgyo no Kotowari!" So...that was a First Release hmm? Certainly stood out more than Gins tiny dagger. And then I was greeted with words from behind me.

"Gentei Kaijo!"

It was then I felt my power be diminished drastically. The pool that I can draw from having shrunk by a large margin now that eighty percent of her power was no longer suppressed. I moved to the left as I felt her coming at me, I saw her Shunpo at me with her weapon drawn. With left hand covering my mouth with its enormous sleeve I lifted my right foot of the ground and prepared to counterattack with my right arm. Her dominant hand was her left which made defending a little queer for me, but as she drew closer I twisted the wrist of my right arm to the left and shot my hand from the sleeve.

My plan is to catch the blade on the middle prong and have it fall into it's trap and retaliate then. It almost worked.

As her blade landed where I needed to I realised that she knew I'd do this. She wielded her sword sideways, having the cutting edge face the prong. She put all muscles in her arm to use so that I couldn't retaliate with my newfound weapon. As I watched this in slow motion I saw her right hand come for my stomach.

Quickly guarding with my right knee I headbutted her in turn and started to smash her left elbow with my fist only for her to kick me in the solar plexus with her other leg and uppercut me with her knee.

"Mhgn." I couldn't help but let out that groan of pain. Now it would be a question of who retreats first, such a thing would be decided by how long it took us to get back in position.

But I was fighting a professional and she a killing machine made by a world of constant combat of life risking takes. I slipped my right knee around her hand and trapped her hand with my leg. I tried to force the sai to stab into her back but she was too strong, so I kept hammering away at her left elbow with my fist.

Now she only had one limb left...one that she landed on. I wondered what she was doing, until with a movement too quick to see she had placed her free leg behind me and tripped me up, all I could see was the elbow I kept punching drop towards my face.

It really wasn't okay to have a spine shattering hit get concentrated all on your nose. If she elbow dropped a truck then that truck would explode.

But then I saw past the pain and moved my face, as her elbow began to lift up I decided to take a bet and actually stay still and take the hit. And there it was, her elbow dropping to smash my teeth in. Why, let's open our mouth to help her shall we?

As her elbow was inches away from smashing into my mouth I spread my jaws further and bit into her skin. Sharp teeth, sharper than normal, shred into her skin allowing my power seeping into her very soul. There we go...

Her elbow still smashed my teeth though. Lovely.

I yanked my right leg, shifting her body enough for me to kick her with said leg. Putting as much force as I could into it I launched myself away from her, her Zanpakutō and my sai smoothly unlocking along with any other limbs.

I was the one to retreat, she just stood there and got her balance back eventually standing up and smirking at me.

"Well..." I began. "Now things have finally gotten interesting." I held out my right arm and clenched my hand into a fist. "You fight with your fists Hm?" I lowered my left hand from my mouth. "I can tell, any other person would have backed off at the initial few strikes. Even your friends over there," I pointed at them with my left arm, wrist specifically, letting the long sleeves dangle downwards. "Especially the longer haired fellow." I brought my wrist back to my cover my mouth. "By the way, is he sick? Either I'm seeing things or his eye colour keeps changing from brown to green."

"Hmph, I didn't hit you that hard in the head did I?" My jaw was still smarming from the uppercut actually. "But your right, anyone else would have retreated and eaten your knee. Just like you ate my elbow." She rotated for emphasis, still smirking all the while.

Yes, spectacular! Keep talking so I can drain you! "Yes well, had to retaliate didn't I? But if you want..." I brought back my right arm. Resting the elbow on my hip and letting the rest of my arm dangle near my groin. "I can eat another part of you?" I leaned forward with wider eyes. "It doesn't have to hurt either, I can be as gentle as you want..." I slowly gave her bedroom eyes as my sentence continued.

"Well someone's got an awfully obvious tendency. But if you don't mind I've got something else to do..." She raised her Zanpakutō grasping it with her right hand. Not the fastest thing since Gin's armpit slice and the rest of the damage slowed her down. But the result was the same, her Zanpakutō glowed and shortened itself to one small weapon on one digit of her hand.

"Sting All Enemies To Death, Suzumebachi!"

A gauntlet formed on her hand, a stinger placed on one digit as the weapon took on a black and gold paintjob. My reply to a weapon that would kill me if I let it touch me twice?

"Nice middle finger." Yes, her Zanpakutō really did form entirely on her middle finger. It was twice as long as her finger too, made me wish I had something similar for a moment.

How would such a weapon work for me with my sleeve though? Never mind, meaningless trivia.

"Hmph. You certainly don't have a shortage of compliments today? What is this? Some sort of begging for mercy tactic?"

"Oh, I could be begging for something else other than mercy. I'm mearly grateful, look at me." I tilted my head upwards and shown off select parts of me using my right hand to emphasize. My breasts, my hips, I even traced parts of my face. "How could I not be thankful for what you've done? Especially since you've given me all this power. Not only you but the power I attained when I became Vasto Lorde. I'm filled with nothing but gratitude right now." I slid my hands across the heart shaped scales that lay in between the valley of my bosom before fingering the black fur growing around my neck. Apart from that black fur my entire assemble was white. The heart scales standing out more simply because they did not reflect light unlike the rest of my dress, which were made of smaller scales that reflected the light somewhat. The heart scales were even larger too, serving as makeshift armor.

How odd, to wear your own skin...

"If you're really feeling so gracious then lay down your weapon and die. Or come in for questioning at the hands of Mayuri."

"Not that grateful, but I do owe you a favour of some kind. But there will never be anything you can do for me that will get me to even slightly inconvenience Lady Harribel."

She stopped smirking now, removing all playful airs. "Oh? That's a shame, so is this another tactic of yours? That woman is clearly stronger than you even now. Are you afraid of disappointing her? Afraid she'll come kill you the moment you stop feeding her power?"

I felt the wind move my hair back and forth as I stared at her. "No. Not even slightly." I couldn't help but tip my head downwards as I looked at her. "I can't help but find it odd that you'd even say that."

"Oh?"

"I get the feeling you know the relationship between her and I already. You know its not something that can be explained with mere words. If I'm not wrong, you too live for someone else's sake. So why?..."

That definitely wiped all the playfulness from her body. "I see." She gritted it out her teeth. "Well if we're done talking, then consider yourself cut off." She raised her Zanpakutō, but not at me, but at herself instead, as her Zanpakutō descended towards her collarbone my eyes widened in horror.

No...

Stop at once you insolent wretch or I'll-!

I'll-!

Her Zanpakutō marked her skin, leaving behind a tattoo of a butterfly.

"You...bitch."

She smirked. "Consider yourself cut off."

"I can't believe you, I thought only I could be so grudgeful." I took a deep breath and watched her with half lidded eyes, beautiful eyelashes of mine making themselves prominent. "Do you know what I hate the most? Meaningless action and wasted effort. What you've just done is only a bother. A pain in the rear, but the result is still the same you neanderthal!" Spite was evident by my tone. "So why would you force Her Majesty to waste time fighting your two spastic companions?! Such...disrespect." I looked down at her. Filthy degenerate was like a termite trying to eat at the house I was constructing for Milady. I took a deep breath, and although tempted to, did not close my eyes. Her ability was too dangerous and herself far too fast and skilled to let me get away with that.

"Meaningless huh? Then let me rectify that." The smirk was back on her face and outputting smugness like Aizen outputs one liners.

I didn't bother moving towards her. Instead I did some mental arithmetics.

Looking at the land in front of me I could determine where Emilou and Mila was in proximity to myself.

So, looking right at my enemy I did two things; "Lady Harribel, Mila! Look out!" Saying this I used Sonido to reach Emilou and then began charging a Cero. I could behold the fading afterimage as I charged my Cero and held my hand in between the direction of Lady Harribel and myself, ready to fire at a moments notice. In the heat of the moment I looked at the dark tall grass on our side and saw nothing move, so, risking it all I committed to facing My Lady's direction. I turned to see them see the fading image of the Second Division Captain.

But My Lady already saw what I had seen.

Lady Harribel regarded Jūshirō and Soifon wearily, but I blasted my Cero at Gin Ichimaru instead. To any other person this was dumber than Emilou.

But as I turned I already saw the mark forming on Jūshirō's right hand. So I turned to the airborne Captain that was still lazily stabbing at My Master with his Zanpakutō. As the bright pink orb formed in front of my right hand, past the sleeve I fired it with my left hand.

My Cero, thicker than my head and torso combined and taller than my torso...

The sky exploded into a bright pink beam.

Unbeknownst to anyone, young Ichigo beheld this and spasmed in phantom pain, recalling the pink fangs that left an acidic scar on his body.

Indeed. The boy would be scarred by her strike. Somehow it would find its way onto his body and stay with him for all of his life. Four dots in his shoulder, all of them the size of an eye.

He saw awesome power and was frightened, as young boys in his situation ought to be. He could only feel hopeless despair, as all young children in his situation should do. All he could do was curl up and cry as the chain hurt him so.

As the world hurt him so.

As it took one of the only things he cared about.

He would almost forget this, the tears in his eye making the scene blurry.

Any other child would have, mother dead, soul removed from his body, agonizing trauma and a barren household...he could still see her.

Gazing at mothers empty eye sockets, the soul having left them so long ago even with the dead rolling flesh there. It just didn't make sense to the young boy, how such horrific tragedy's could come so quickly after the other.

Young Ichigo would grow up hating the phrase "double whammy." He would grow up hating how people say you could never look away from a trainwreck.

Even as he watched his mothers skull bounce from each hit on the concrete...

As she lost a bit of skin...

He knew unimaginable pain. Enough for no morbid curiosity to remain within him.

If there was any solace in this...it was that he never remembered anything about his beloved mother being hurt or desecrated by the world anymore after she somehow died.

Rain, he would hate the rain so.

But he would hate something else.

As Yoruichi passed a certain store he could hear a song.

Little Dark Age, as she ran past he could somehow understand the language spewing from the vandalized shop of mirrors.

Strangle To Death! Anaconda!

MGMT - Little Dark Age. I thought the song would fit really well with the whole monster under the bed theme. I wrote the ending while listening to said song actually.

POST SCRIPT TIME! Then we'll do an omake.

Wrote this on the Eighth of November by the way. Edited it on Eleventh, same month.

Tell me of grammatical errors and such. Meant to finish this fight this chapter, damn.

"Yet also still caring for not only Harribel and her companions but child Ichigo-" That. Was the funniest thing I've read in a long time. I had her all geared up to smash his mum into little parts and slap him with her womb but okay. You were right about valuing him as a weapon though. But you can bet your keyboard I'm exploring the relationship between them soon. I think you may know a part of how she feels about him though.

5000 words by last count. Albeit I haven't actually edited yet as of writing this. By the way Gentai Kaijo isn't Zanpakutō related. It's just Limiter Removal. Just felt like doing it in bold.

Lambda(?) brought it to my attention that Squad 13 had a finger in Karakura by the way. Nice save on that one. I planned to put Byakuya in his stead. Really should have swapped Gin and Kaname around though.

T-B-R, thank you for your comments, but no Espada smashin' powers coming from him today. And I try with the quips man, I admit I thought it'd be harder to come up with them but not so. Perhaps that's a sign I'm dipping into my language rather than hers...

Hallow! Been a while man. Do you want either of those? I just want to know which one you prefer. Y'know with the whole arrogance bit? It's a shame you've been busy lately dude. I really did think putting failure in italics would highlight her feelings. But I will expand on why she can be considered an anti-hero in future chapters.

How do you like my TFS reference? I wrote down the original song and saw it spelled PERFECT. I decided Cyan was too short and so I rearranged it to spell out SUNG-SUN instead. The dash I put in both of the S's was to...well...point out the dash in her name. Jūshirō almost had his sickness brought up by her power rather than the eyes. I brought it up the way I did as a nod to the trivia on Jūshirō.

Speaking of trivia I need to make an omake chapter of some kind. I missed the last chapter after all! Guess a Shinigami daydream becomes a 4000 long word joke chapter...

Hey...

Wouldn't it be funny if Orihime's brother saw that Cero and something happened?

Wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?

Omake time!

Strangle To Death, Anaconda!

I rested my legs on the table, feeling long locks of great brown hair fall across my back as I leaned back on the chair. "Phew, I'm wiped. I'm not the only one getting tired of crushing all these bugs am I?"

"No Mila, we're all pretty tired of it. They should send that fool Aaroniero at them." Sung-Sun dropped her hand from her mouth and took a sip of tea. "It's honestly bothersome they send us to take on mere Hollows, don't you think Emilou?"

"I dunno what you two are talkin' 'bout. Don't you two find it funny as all hell?" I snorted and started massaging my leg.

"I don't know about that, I don't wear blood as well as you two can."

Emilou and Sung-Sun turned to me and gave me a weird look. I couldn't help but give my legs and hands a weird look too.

"You know...of all things you have said your skin has to be the most unbelievable one. And you've even predicted the future."

I just gave a hopelessly confused look at my knee as I took in Cyan's words.

"Yeah, and that's really saying something. Are ya' sure you were white? Cuz I'm not seeing it."

I snorted. "Fuckin' funny Apacci. And I swear I was! I don't know why this shit happened but I was white when I was alive!"

"Listen to yourself Rose, nobody can die so badly they lose their race twice over. Hollow and then African American? All that future knowledge must have knocked something loose in your head."

"Rrrggggghh, shut up! I'm not insane! But why did this crap happen?"

"If you're that curious then just go to that creep Granz."

I crooked my eyebrow at Appaci. "And just like that I've lost all my curiosity...but seriously..."

I could feel those two roll their fuckin' eyes at me. Smarmy cunts, and to think...

My birthday? What the hell? Why'd that pop up in my head? Well...it was in August, the 18th to be...

No it was the eighth right?

"Oh fuck." I held my hands to the side of my head. "Oh I'm fucked in the head, how the hell do I not know my own birthday? Rgh, fuck!"

"Oh wow Sung-Sun, you were actually right."

"Oh, I didn't even think I was right, well that's concerning."

Fuck! Did I pull the extra number out of nowhere? Do I add or take away that ten? "Rrrraaghh!" I smashed the table with my hands. What the hell was this?!