Candy

"My head." A breath of air rushes out of his mouth. "It's pounding!" He whispers to himself as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head. He feels a pulsating pressure slowly increasing in intensity, like a heartbeat inside of his own head. "It's pounding!" He cries out as he flails his fists around in the air, knocking down a vase placed on his hospital bed, shattering upon impact with the ground. "Agh!" He jolts upwards, grabbing his face with his hands.

"He's alive." The doctor speaks.

David tries looking around, but he can't see anything. Everything around him is darkness.

"Here." The doctor's footsteps encroached on David as his fingers applied gentle pressure onto David's face.

"Agh!" The cries out in pain as the doctor's finger merely grazing his bandages created an unbearable pain. "Stop!" He ducks away and tries to distance himself.

"Listen to the d-doctor." A soft female hand clasps onto David's. "It's for the better."

David, unaware of his current surroundings, continues holding onto the mysterious woman's hand, clenching it for a source of comfort.

"Stay still, if you make any more rash movements I may end up doing more harm." The doctor warns David as he removes the bandages around his eyes with surgical-like precision.

The lights pierced through the bandages and scorched David's eye, giving him a brutal awakening. "Ah! It hurts!" His eyes had trouble readjusting to the blaring lights of the hospital.

"I've got some good news for you David." The doctor taps on his clipboard. "You're the luckiest patient I think I've ever seen."

David slowly opens his eyes, looking around the hospital room with his newly adjusted eyes. Standing in front of him were doctors and nurses and tons of men in business suits as well as Maximillia, holding David's hand.

"Had it not been for Ms Millia's feather of life, you wouldn't be alive today." The doctor says, holding back his pride and ego. "She was able to resuscitate you in 16 hours. You regrew your entire head."

David looks at his palms. They felt weird, and new. He touched his face and went over his scalp, expecting a head full of hair, but what greeted him was something he did not expect.

In the mirror opposite him, he saw the reflection of a foul creature, his entire head of hair had gone, replaced by a barely recognizable skin bag. His face had been mutated beyond recognition, a hole with bones replacing his mouth and two sockets with pupils were what remained of his face. "My face!" He touched his bandaged-wrapped face as he looked nothing like what he looked like before. "My fans! They're going to stop supporting me! They're going to hate me!"

Standing amongst the officials from the Organisation was the same old woman from before. She wore a pair of shades with a long black coat that covered even her shoes. "The Human Chimera is back."

"Alright, kid." Joorie and Sasorie stand in the middle of the train station. "You're going to be on bag duty from now on." Joorie points at the bags on the floor. One was a neat black bag that was compacted nicely and tightly while the other was a pile of overflowing pink luggage with clothes spewing from the seams.

"Really?" Arima looks at the two piles with his arms on his waist. "We're going on a three-day trip, who needs this much?" He scoffs.

"I do. Now stop questioning and start moving rookie." Joorie continues chewing her bubblegum as she turns her back on Arima.

"She's like this to all the new rookies, she was like this with Galliard too." Sasorie picks up his black bag and slings it over his back. "Don't worry, I'll take my one." However, that barely made a dent in the pile of luggage.

Arima picks up one pink luggage with one hand, slinging another on his back and holding a hot pink handbag in his other hand. "I'm already having trouble getting girls, this isn't helping." Arima sighs.

Sasorie looks at Arima for a brief moment before smiling. "You do remind me of Galliard."

Arima turns and looks at Sasorie. "I'm not supposed to ask who's Galliard but you're making it extremely hard not to ask."

"I'll tell you who Galliard is, just don't tell Joorie that I told you." The both of them trail behind Joorie, walking through the train station to reach their gate. "We were just like you, two rookies under Urahara. He had other people in his division back then but they dropped like flies. However, Galliard was the only one who remained."

"Remained?" Arima raised his eyebrow.

"I've only seen him once, but he's one of the Organisation's strongest poachers, but he never reports to HQ so we don't even know where he is," Sasorie explains. "We just know some guy in the main board of directors has a constant GPS on him at all times, monitoring his movements."

"Is he strong?" Arima jumps immediately to his question.

"Strong enough for the Organisation to place a tracker on him with a dedicated team to check his whereabouts 24/7," Sasorie answers Arima's question.

"Hey!" Joorie turns behind. "Enough yapping bell boy, start unloading my bags." She points at the entrance of the train. The doors were slick and slender, barely allowing Arima to fit through them with the mountain of bags on his shoulders.

Arima walks down the aisle of different seats and he notices an odd number of men in suits on the train. A whole compartment full even. He brushes it off as nothing more than perhaps a work trip, walking forward and into the first-class cabin where he was booked.

"First class." Arima looks around, soaking in the lavish lifestyle that surrounds him. "Never could afford first class."

"Could you even afford the basic tickets?" Joorie walks past Arima, sitting down on the giant lounge chair as she kicks her feet up onto the table.

"Well, this is my first time out of Tokyo." Arima smiles at Joorie as he shoves the bags into the top compartment of the train.

"It's okay, we'll bring you sightseeing around Miyagi if we get the time." Sasorie smiles. "Better yet, if we settle this case quickly they might give us an extension on this holiday." Sasorie shrugs, loading his luggage into the top compartment.

Arima looks around the entire compartment and realizes it is all empty, they have the entire compartment all to themselves. Arima takes a seat diagonal to Joorie's left, sitting down as he slumps onto the table, his head resting against the comfortable plastic tables of first class.

The train began to hiss as it started to accelerate, slowly picking up speed before blending into a constant white noise that hums Arima to sleep, putting him in an involuntary daze that knocked him unconscious.

"You're a human, huh?" Glasses says, looking down at the fragile pale boy in the snow. Before he can say any more words, the entire warehouse explodes in a fiery cloud of flames that engulfs the entire village, flooding it with embers. "Watch out!" He lunges and covers the kid from the shock wave.

Large pieces of debris such as sheet metal and pieces of wood flicker off from the initial explosion and cascade over Urahara and the little boy. "Ah!" Urahara cries in pain as the molten hot pieces of metal burn through his thin shirt in the winter.

Both of them are sent tumbling down the hill, Urahara clutching the boy tightly in his hand. The both of them slowly get wrapped into a snowball as they reach the foot of the hill. Urahara coughs up a bit of blood on the snow floor, debris lining his back. "Shit!" He looks back up to the top of the mountain.

The top had been covered entirely by smoke, creating an air too dense and dangerous for any human to breathe. "Onion! Can you hear me?" He places his earpiece deep into his ear. "This is Glasses, do you copy?" He shouts into his ear but instead is greeted by more and more static. "Fuck!" Urahara completely rips the piece of intercom out of his ear and throws it into the snow, stomping on it with his shoes.

"Fuck!" The little boy shouts, catching Urahara's attention immediately.

"No- No! Bad word!" Urahara tries to calm the kick down. "Shhh-hh!" He hushes the child by placing his finger over his mouth. "Don't say that, bad word. Only adults can say that, okay?" Urahara, realizing the situation he's in, coaxing a little unknown child in the middle of a snow-capped mountain not to shout vulgarities causes him to smile a little.

"Okay." The boy speaks.

"Good!" Urahara gives the boy a thumbs up.

The boy looks at the thumbs-up weirdly and tries mimicking it with his hand. He sticks out his hand and points his thumb upwards, mimicking Urahara.

"O-oh, I got something." Urahara reaches into his pocket. "Y-yeah." He pulls out a piece of candy bar. "This is my favorite." The logo rear 'Saturn'.

The rips open the packet and snap it in half, being nearly frozen solid in the temperature. He hands the other half to the boy as he takes a bite out of his half.

The boy grabs the candy bar with his hand and is instinctively lured in by the promise of the sweet treat the candy is offering. "Om." He places his mouth on the candy bar and bites through the tough exterior, hitting the soft and chewy caramel center.

"It's good, isn't it?" Urahara laughs. "You can have mine too." Urahara offers the little boy his half-bitten piece of candy. "Good boy." Urahara pats the boy on the head as he continues chewing on the candy.