~It’s a Small Small world~
The girl was walking home from school nonchalantly when it happened. The energy passed through her body, she ripped the earphones off and looked around, clearly shaken. She breathed in and out carefully, looking about her as she regained her composure slowly. She noticed something strange; the lights were out in all the buildings, there were construction workers asleep with the machines shut off. She climbed the fence slowly as she walked carefully across the construction site, noticing a particularly precarious worker had fallen asleep climbing a ladder. She didn’t know how long they would stay up there-but when they woke up they were bound to fall. A deep voice came from behind and she froze.
“It may be daylight, but with no one conscious you should be careful.” Spoke a chilling voice from behind her.
She turned around quickly and stared at the pistol wielding man that stood at the entrance to the construction site. It was clear he was a shoot first, steal second kind of man as he slowly raised the pistol up at her, smiling a crooked smile. Without uttering a warning or anything, his finger pulled the trigger and she screamed.
A mysterious voice appeared in her head, “There’s no one around to hear you scream.” The voice stated sullenly.
The grip on her iPod tightened as…a beam of energy coursed out of the gun as he continued to hold onto the trigger. Both parties were surprised by this but both also refused to break their concentration on the task at hand…which for the girl was absolutely nothing. Then she noticed something, her hand was a fist…where did the iPod go? Then she noticed a small wall of metal, electricity visibly coursing through the small makeshift shield of levitating iPod parts. Not letting it phase her, she moved her fist to where the energy beam was and as it made contact-static and power burst everywhere-sending her back a few feet as she struggled to keep her shield in the right place.
The man smirked; he was clearly going to overpower her at that rate. His morale was growing, and the constant beam of energy that was coming out of his pistol grew and became stronger. The girl, however, was having trouble wrapping her mind around the situation and was too busy doing that to strengthen her guard. As her feet began to slide across the ground-the smell of burning rubber was slowly beginning to leak into the area-she tried to focus more on protecting herself. Her metal shield seemed to become more compact as she focused on it, and an electric field suddenly was deployed from it-sending the beam backwards a bit. She focused more as an electrical beam seemed to begin to match with the energy beam of the man.
All seemed to be turning around as the electricity began to push back the energy beam. Then the man reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled another one. Holding it carefully ,they aimed the second pistol at her and it was almost as if a “I’m so gonna die” rang out across the area without a word being spoken.
“We aren’t even going to look for her!?” Narcisse’s voice rang out angrily-chances were anyone between the captain’s hall and the second squad barracks could hear him.
The first captain looked at him solemnly and sternly, “Do not think you are the only one pained by this decision. It comes straight from the Central. They do not believe she could survive the battle with Morotu.”
Narcisse stared at him, in complete disbelief. In an effort to find support, he turned and looked at the other captains that stood silently in the hall. Second Squad Captain Jin stared ahead of him, almost as if lost in another world as they refused to make an expression. Fourth Squad captain Mizu Kame looked at the floor sullenly, having been only seconds late in saving her. Sixth Squad Captain Jordan Infuruno fiddled with something that probably didn’t exist inside his pocket and stared at the ceiling. Seventh Squad Captain Ibis Dougaras stared at the ceiling, tracing lines across the ceiling that didn’t exist. Eighth Captain Senny Yamakiri seemed t o be having a nervous breakdown in the corner, but he clearly not coherent enough to help. Ninth Squad Captain Gallid E. X was following the general consensus and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. Tenth Squad Captain Myst R. E was, as always, completely and entirely covered by his clothing and thus impossible to read. Eleventh Squad Captain Luppi was fiddling around with her zanpakutou. Thirteenth Squad Captain Horo Ficacon also stared at the ceiling.
Narcisse stared at them in disbelief before reexamining Golde for any signs of trickery, he noticed there was an ounce of guilt in the captain’s eyes but no sigh of their joking. Narcisse turned completely around once more before stating, “If no one else goes, I will” before disappearing-the doors shutting behind him as everyone stared at them.
The man’s finger ever so slowly reached for the trigger, or maybe it just felt that way before her heart was pounding faster than the world was moving. She watched each frame of time pass, unmoving as the electricity and energy clashed. His finger hit the trigger and she could almost watch it beginning to be pulled back.
As the energy was just beginning to erupt from the second gun, a dagger of the lightest of blues appeared from nowhere. The dagger cit straight into the long range weapons of the man-creating a gun kebab on the ground next to the man. Now defenseless-the man promptly ran for his life.
The girl looked around and noticed a boy perched on the fence, clad in a dark blue cloak. “My name is Erin, Erin A. K” she stated calmly-before noticing they were already gone. She blinked before turning her attention back at the guns. The guns were frozen solid. She sighed, life was getting way too weird. She looked at the shield that levitated above her palm-how was she going to listen to music now. She walked off the construction site slowly and unsurely.
On the roof of a nearby house the cloaked young male stood silently-watching her leave without saying a word in return. The powers exhibited by the girl were strange and incredible-and he did take note of the frozen guns. He didn’t have the time to continue to ponder this as he turned around quickly, drawing a dagger to counter the sword that came at him.
“Shadow” The cloaked figure said coldly as they looked at Cameron, who can retreated several feet backwards across the roof of the house. Cameron didn’t’ reply, he clenched his fist as a shadow wrapped around the figure’s foot. Not phased in the slightest, he threw a dagger next to Cameron’s foot-freezing his foot to the roof.
Ten seconds later both of them had completely immobile feet. They stared at one another. Daggers flying, shadow projectiles countering, the sound of metal striking imitation metal; all of these phrases could describe frenzy that then occurred. Ice coated the roof. Both of them broke their bindings and struck at each other-daggers hitting sword and feet rarely touching the ground (Or Roof in this case.)
Inside the house a man who was supposed to be cleaning his attic woke up, ******-off at the sounds of combat above his head. Groggy and sleepy, he opened up the window and walked out of it like a door. Rather than falling, he began walking up in the air with fire spewing out of his feet until he stepped onto his roof. Walking unsteadily with lidded eyes, he pointed a finger at the space between the two fighters-who had stopped because of the man’s appearance-as a little flame spewed out.
“Get off my lawn” he murmured before going back down the way he came and falling asleep on the bed he kept in the attic.
The two fighters looked at each other for a second before they both broke out and laughter. Five seconds after that they stared at eachother coldly before disappearing.
Kida laid with no energy in the real world-Ryookami had been materialized into the world and she was slowly being put upon her zanpakutou spirit’s back. She was asleep, her mind wandered through pleasant dreams as the strange wolf-like being finally managed to lift her onto it’s back.
With nowhere to go, Ryookami looked forlornly at the white abyss that surrounded him as they began to travel across the oceans-clear platforms of solid ice appearing wherever he stepped-creating a series of stepping stones for the zanpakutou to travel along as they looked for a place that they could stay.
Twelfth Squad Barracks
ILP appeared to sleep soundly now, having left his inner world and gone into a sleep like Kida had. Although he actually had energy due to the pill he was given, he still slept like a baby. That is, he slept like a baby outwardly. In his dreams he saw Kida fighting against Morotu and losing, her Defense mechanism driving her to temporary insanity, her lying on the ice cold and unmoving. If it could, his brain would have shivered.
As these scenes played in his head, he turned over-lying on his stomach as the researched examined him carefully. Outwardly, he did not display fear and his brainwaves did not exhibit nightmares. ILP assumed these were just dreams, so he did not plan to tell anyone when he woke up.
Narcisse stood before the Senkaimon, looking around as the final preparations were made. A surge of reiatsu washed over the area as the remaining captains arrive, staring at him-only Golde was absent from this stare-down. Silently, there was an argument going on. The captains tried to convince him to stay.
Narcisse only shook his head as he let himself fell backwards. The rest of the captains rushed forward but it was too late-Narcisse was already past the portal. The portal was closed, clearly only meant to allow a single person. Upon checking his coordinates, they were wiped clean. He had left into a a random part of the Earth-no one knew where he was and he didn’t even know where he was looking.
“…Who’s telling central” Jordan said nervously a few seconds of silence afterwards. Eight pairs of eyes immediately locked onto him. “…Damn”