Adult's Table

"This is a human hybrid chimera." Lentor examines the corpse. He prods it with his sword. "He's just a regular human with mutated DNA. Got to send a sample to HQ." Lentor pulls out a capsule of syringes from his belt, injecting it into the corpse.

"Human hybrids?" David asks.

"They're a new thing I guess." Lentor picks up the capsule full of blood. "I don't know how or why, but humans can mutate randomly too. Just out of nowhere." Lentor sighs, placing the capsule back into his belt.

"Woah, humans do that?" David looks amazed yet fearful at the same time, throwing his guitar over his back with a swing. His jacket was laced with stickers from every genre and era of rock, and pointy spikes adorned his shoes.

"Don't know." Lentor looks at the slowly dispersing crowd, the people moving away as the commotion ends. "Humans are instinctively drawn to conflict, even if it means risking their life to witness it. Humans will forever be Humans, their evolution is merely taking advantage of them." Lentor comments. "But you don't have to worry, those with strong spirits won't turn into monsters like this." Lentor kicks the corpse, its flaps jiggling as the entire body moves with a jolt.

The hooded man remains standing in the crowd, his hands firmly in his pocket. "Randomly?" He bites and grinds his teeth. His veins pop from his skeleton-like hands. "Randomly?" He looks up at David and Lentor, his eyes bulging black with red veins that converge deep into his iris.

A mere moment of silence falls over Tokyo.

"I'll show you random!" The hooded man jumps and appears right in front of Lentor -- midconversation with David. His palm is on the entirety of his shoulder. "Mutate!" His hood falls off in the wind and reveals a severely sick man, his hair falling off and his face is covered in wrinkles. He had sunken deep black eyes and veins that ran through his head like pipes.

Within an instant, Lentor's right shoulder swells up to the size of a boulder, all before either of them could register. "Mutate!" The man placed his other hand on David's head, instantly causing it to balloon outwards as his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Just as soon as he had appeared, the hooded man jerked his head forward to cover his face, instantly disappearing.

Screams fall over Tokyo as Lentor's entire shoulder explodes with blood and muscle, leaving his arm attached to a mere strand of skin, his sword falling from his weakening grip.

David's head continues growing and eventually turns far too large to contain all of the blood and brain matter inside, causing it to explode and causing his entire brain to shotgun outwards.

Within a matter of 0.04 seconds, two A-class Poachers were dealt with. Humiliated.

The crowd that had once dispersed was caught in a spray of blood as they looked back in disgust. Two disfigured entities they had once idolized and worshipped as guardians of their tranquility.

"Two A Class Poachers were on scene when, in a sudden turn of events, one was immediately killed while another was incapacitated. Officials have kept their identities secret from the public, however, onlookers and videos online have shown the famous rock popstar 'Boy David'. While on tour, he was caught up in an altercation that led to his untimely demise at the age of twenty-four." The news reporter says with a genuine heavy heart, her expression twists. "The other A-class Poacher a well-known Associate. As we continue to gather more information on the scene at hand, more updates will be issued at a later date." Her eyebrows curl up, slowly easing down as she sighs outwards.

"Do you think..." An old man says. "He's returned?"

"We just dealt with him." Another raspy voice replies. "He can't have revived in four months." The voice came from an older woman, with a cigarette in her mouth.

"The last time we had to put him down caused the permanent death of one of our four horsemen. It set the organization back, we definitely can't afford another mess up like that!" The old man slams the table.

There are four entities inside of a dark meeting room. No lamps, the mere light shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the dark oak tables and chairs. They all sat in grand and lavish chairs that all pointed upwards and crescendoed into the sign of two scaled wings.

"We outta f-find his lo-lo-cation right?" A familiar, softer voice spoke.

"Let's not be rash Maximillian." A younger voice speaks up. He smiled through his teeth.

"What are you suggesting we do then?" The old man speaks up.

"We can't just let him trample over our poachers like this. We're at a historic low of 827 poachers in Tokyo, half of them being below the C class." The old woman said with a tinge of arrogance.

"That's 400 more bodies we can burn until we find his exact location. I'd much rather kill him personally than launch another war." The light shines onto the end of the table, the largest chair among them all. "Then again, I'm the only one strong enough to take him on head-on." A young boy with pale green-grayish skin sits at the end of the table. He had thick black hair that sat neatly yet was messy. He wore a crown of scales and had a mechanical body, plates of metal running down his chest. Two giant massive wings encroached on his back, his eyes sunken with a dark hue as he had shining pupils.

"Boy, with all due respect, I don't thin-" Before the old man could finish his sentence, Boy simply snapped his fingers, causing the upper half of his head to come cleanly off. It slides off as it falls to the carpeted ground, staining the fine wool red.

"Anything else?" The light reveals an entire room of officials and upper powers in the organization. The Organisation's heads.

Maximillian looks forward, giving Boy a side eye as she begins to leave the meeting. "Anyth-thing you can ke-keep me posted. I'll be in T-Tokyo for the next four days before my next p-posting." She smiles, pushing in her chair.

The rest of the board simply kept their mouth shut. Their faces were shredded in a cloud of darkness.

"Well then, this meeting is adjourned." Boy smiles, standing upwards. His metallic tails made of alloy and purple wires fall to the ground, and a pointed tip that looks like a spade digs into the carpet.

Meanwhile, at Arima's apartment-

"I'm going to kill myself." Arima bangs his head against his empty wall. "I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to kill myself." He chants over and over again, banging his head in succession. "I'm so bored!" He proclaims

"Quit it." Urahara stands in the middle of his doorway.

"Ah!" Arima falls on his ass, nearly eating a face full of ceramic tiles. "How'd you get in here?!" He looks around, realizing his front door is completely open.

"I literally own this place." Urahara throws the keys onto the table. He wore his signature pink sunglasses, even indoors when it was starting to get late. "I come bearing gifts." He carried a poorly wrapped box under his arm.

"Is it a two-day pass on suspensions?" Arima takes the box from Urahara's hands.

"No." Urahara clutches onto it, unwilling to give it to Arima. "It's much better." He lets go, giving Arima the box.

Arima shakes the box, yet he hears nothing. "Did you get me a bicycle?"

"No, I did not get you a bicycle," Urahara says monotonously.

"Is it a car?" Arima says sarcastically, shaking the box more.

"I'm going to take the gift back if you're not going to take it seriously." Urahara sits down on the ceramic tiles with Arima.

"Okay bro, calm down." Arima sighs. "The fun police is here!" He whisper-shouts. He digs his fingers into the gift wrapping, stripping away as a cardboard box reveals itself from underneath.

"Surprise." Urahara opens the two cardboard flaps, revealing a badge taped to the bottom. "I know you'd shake it so I intentionally stuck it to the walls so it wouldn't rattle."

"Maybe you do still have some fun left in you," Arima says, with a big dumb smile across his face as he rips the badge out. "Oh! A badge! I've always wanted one of these as a kid!" He places the badge on his plain brown shirt, to the right of his chest.

"Congratulations on your promotion kid. You're officially invited to eat and sit at the adult's table." Urahara smiles, breaking the awkward tension that existed beforehand.

"Adults table?" Arima looks at the label of the badge.

'First Division: Containment - H0125'