Whew, this took awhile to write. I hope you guys enjoy the end of this battle, and thanks to Lobos for helping craft the whole thing. A lot of effort went into this. More to come over the next few days, going to take a break from this for tonight.

(At the Execution Grounds)

Both Sengoku and Isao reeled backward from the force of the strike. Small dents had formed in the ring surrounding Sengoku’s wrist, and he shook the hand slightly from the force of the blow. Isao’s hammers were cracked throughout, on the verge of shattering. Isao glanced down at them, noting with disgust how little endurance the weapons had. A weapon like this would hardly be enough to win the fight. He pushed his hands together, and the two hammers formed together into a single large scimitar.

He rushed back out toward Sengoku, who batted aside the blade easily with the ring on his right arm, bringing his left fist toward Isao’s face. Before he could, however, he noticed the blade suddenly extend and change direction. His eyes widened as he pushed backward, though the blade managed to make a long relatively shallow cut across his chest which trickled blood. He hadn’t suspected that the weapons could be modified so quickly and easily.

Isao brought the blade over to his right, and Sengoku could see the cracks from his strike reforming quickly on its length. This ability truly was monstrous. When Isao had said he’d have control over every weapon that could possibly be created, it had seemed impossible that it could possibly go this far. The ability to modify his weapons mid-strike was something he hadn’t considered.

Isao: What’s wrong, Sengoku? I thought you were entirely confident in your ability to defeat me after giving me so much time to recover.
Sengoku smiled: My confidence hasn’t flagged. You haven’t even felt the full force of this form of mine.
Isao: Hmph.

The weapon in his hand seemed to vibrate rapidly, creating after images of multiple blades. It took Sengoku a moment to realize that it wasn’t vibrating. Blades of the same size and shape were being created next to the original, and the hilt itself was expanding. He couldn’t allow this to go on much longer. If Isao got full use of that ability off, there was a decent chance he could win this battle, little as Sengoku was willing to admit it. He pushed out, charging him head on as Isao stood still, readying to take the brunt of the hit. The punch landed on his chest, at one of the locations covered in gold, but as Isao didn’t even move, Sengoku realized his mistake. The gold liquid had expanded outward, forming an external cast the of the right size and shape to accommodate the blow and distribute it to the sides of the body rather than directly into it. Isao brought down his blade on Sengoku’s shoulder, forcing him to cry out in pain and clutch at the heavily bleeding area.

Isao: If this is all you have, then you’ve already lost, Sengoku.

Isao brought down his blade on the seemingly helpless Sengoku, aiming to slice his head open in three spots. Within inches of hitting its mark, the blade shattered into liquid gold globules that dropped to the ground around them. Isao was taken aback, and had no time to respond to Sengoku, who struck out with his hand to grasp at Isao’s throat.

Sengoku: I told you already…you haven’t seen anything yet! This ability disrupts a user’s focus with their zanpakuto. Even someone like you who has such a fine-tuned connection to theirs will not be able to hold onto it!

The gold in Isao’s wounds seemed to boil again, as though reverting back to liquid had brought with it intense heat. Isao screamed out in pain as he clawed at Sengoku’s hand, trying to force him to release his grip. There was little he could do without a weapon, and his lips began to turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the pain seemed to disappear from his gaze, and Isao’s right fist collided with Sengoku’s right temple in a shower of blood as he careened several meters away. Isao staggered, one hand to his throat as oxygen flowed back into his body, the other adorned with serrated golden knuckles and dripping with Sengoku’s blood. Sengoku had managed to stay on his feet, but now a huge gash covered his right temple, and the eye on that side was forced shut.

Isao wheezed: Seems like…*cough**cough*…that disruption doesn’t work as well as you thought.
Sengoku frowned. His ability was disrupting Isao’s for far less time than he expected. He would have to take full advantage of each opportunity it afforded him.
Sengoku: We’ll see how long you can keep up that self-assured attitude.

Sengoku jumped up into the air, getting far above Isao. He aimed his hands downward.
Sengoku: Bakudō #62: Hyapporankan!

A rod of energy materialized in front of his hands and plummeted toward Isao. As it came closer, it disintegrated into a tremendous number of smaller rods that rained down on top of Isao, raising a cloud of dust around him. Sengoku crashed down after it, right fist extended, flattening the dust to the ground with the force of his blow. The rods were scattered around him in every direction, and a circular cage of metal surrounded him. Sengoku’s blow had broken through much of the cage, but was stopped by another layer inside of it. Blood sprung from wounds that now covered his hand from where his blow struck sharp metal.

The metal morphed into 2 drill-like objects attached to crooked handles. They began rotating at intense speeds. Isao thrust forward with the one in his right hand, which was neatly dodged by Sengoku. The second made a neat line across his left cheek. Sengoku reached out and grabbed hold of the drill bits themselves with such force that he stopped the spinning and his fingers sunk into the metal. He shoved them away from himself just as they turned into two heavily spiked flails.

Isao whipped the flails around, only to have Sengoku shunpo away from the dual strike. Their chains quickly extended, and Isao threw them out still further. Just as they were closing in, Sengoku slammed the ground beneath him, sending up a shower of stone and sand. The flails went in, but they made no contact with Sengoku.

Isao thinks: Damn, he just keeps buying time. With that ability of his, I have no idea how long my power will last. What’s more, he’s too dangerous to engage in close range with that strength of his. There’s no point in conserving energy now.

Sengoku watched carefully as the metal from Isao’s weapons melted back into his hands, spreading over his arms and torso, spreading across him like a second skin.

Sengoku muttered under his breath: This is bad…

The golden metal covered all of him, even providing a sheen over his eyes. It was unnerving to look into those unblinking golden eyes. Isao pushed off from the ground beneath him, becoming a gold blur. Sengoku managed to track him, and lashed out with his right arm, aiming to disable him before he could totally use his ability. He felt his blow make contact, but was surprised to see movement on his left. He lashed out with his left arm, once again feeling resistance against his strike, but seeing another bit of movement below him. He tried to bring his right arm down into it, but was surprised to feel that it wouldn’t budge. He kicked out instead, and once again, despite hitting something, movement appeared above him.

Only now did he chance a look at his limbs, and was horrified to see what was there. Each strike had hit a metal form that looked much like Isao, but was merely attached to him. The two strikes with his arms had taken out much of their fake heads, and his leg had cleaved through one’s shoulder and into its chest, yet each and every one was being held in place solidly by metal that had formed around them. He couldn’t move.

Isao now appeared directly in front of him, standing on top of the fake Isao that Sengoku’s leg was stuck in. Golden material still completely surrounded his body. He pushed a hand, palm open, to Sengoku’s chest, and instantly, the metal from his arm began to shift forward, creating paper-thin blades that sliced into his flesh. They went through the bone of his sternum like it was made of butter. Sengoku yelled out in pain, but could do nothing.

Just as the metal was about to reach his heart, it stopped pressing forward. The metal around Isao and Sengoku melted with tremendous alacrity, and it now accompanied the blood flowing from Sengoku’s chest in shiny rivulets. It poured off of Isao as though it were water. Isao pressed his hand against his face, covering all but one eye and a bit of his forehead, while keeping the other on Sengoku’s chest.

Inside Isao’s head, a deep and dangerous cackling started, one with a voice very similar to his. His whole body seemed frozen from head to toe. It didn’t make sense…what was going on?
???: This body…is mine now!

Flecks of white started forming on his face, and he realized all too suddenly that he was undergoing hollowfication. He tried focusing his energies on pushing it back, but he could barely manage to stop it from taking full control. His limbs refused to obey him.

Sengoku: So, it’s finally taken effect. I was wondering how long you could last without feeling these effects. My ability doesn’t just disconnect you from your blade…but also, from your sanity! Don’t worry, it won’t last long, but a minute is all I need.

Sengoku brought his left fist directly into Isao’s abdomen. He coughed up blood and sagged downward on top of Sengoku’s arm. His hand managed to stay on Sengoku’s chest, but just barely. Blood continued to pour from the open wound. The gold around them began to spring to life again quickly, moving back towards Isao.

Sengoku: Like I’ll let that happen!

He picked Isao up by the hair with his left hand, and with his right, he began punching him everywhere. Isao’s bones began to crack under the strain of repeated blows. Shards of bone punctured multiple organs as blood sprang anew from previously sustained wounds. He tried to cry out in pain, but each blow forced him to grit his teeth. Just as gold had begun fill his wounds again, Sengoku reeled back with his arm, sending it forward with tremendous force directly into Isao’s sternum. The bone and much of the surrounding ribs were pulverized on contact. One lung collapsed under the strain, and a bruise formed on his heart.

Sengoku stood over Isao, the shadow cast by his body covering his fallen foe. Isao cringed on the ground from the pain. He could barely breathe, and his entire body felt like it was on fire. The gold liquid seemed to pour from his wounds, leaving gaping holes everywhere as it evaporated on moments on the ground. Sengoku stood strong despite his many injuries. He smiled down at his former comrade, triumph on his face.

Sengoku: This is the extent of your so-called “regret”?!

He lashed out with his right arm, sending Isao reeling several dozen meters away. He shut his eyes from the pain, coughing up blood. Sengoku walked slowly toward him.

Sengoku: Where are your “comrades” now? Are they rushing to your side? Is your “regret” benefiting you that way?

Isao opened his eyes, trying to crawl away from the walking death coming toward him. He could do little in response in this condition beyond twitch in place.

Sengoku: You’re not going to protect them any longer? Have you given up your precious “hope”? Should I just keep you alive to watch them all die?

Isao’s eyes looked enraged. Tendrils of energy floated into the air around him as he slowly climbed to his feet, shadows covering his eyes. Sengoku now stood in front of him, still overshadowing the weakened Captain Commander.

Sengoku: You’re always so…

Isao lunged out with his elbow at him, only to stumble as Sengoku’s fist appeared at his abdomen. All of the air went out of his lungs as he was lifted off his feet by the force of the blow, flying backward.

Sengoku: Predictable.

Sengoku began once again to slowly plod towards his fallen opponent. Isao tried pushing himself back up with his arms, the intensity and hatred still painting his gaze.

Sengoku: You always think a fight will change just because you will it enough. That’s what makes you a good Captain Commander: your idealism. You could never just accept the realities. Look around you!

Sengoku waved a hand across the battered and broken landscape around him. Bits of rubble still fell at various locations, and bodies littered the landscape in every direction.

Sengoku: This is what you brought on this world that every Captain Commander before you could protect. Do you know why that is? It’s because all of that precious idealism, that will to keep going no matter the obstacle, fails in the face of true power! Your will is nothing before me Isao!

Isao managed to push himself up to a kneeling position, power evident in his eyes. In an instant, he was raised off the ground by Sengoku, who stared back into those eyes, a broad smile splitting his face, eyes red with vicious glee.

Sengoku: And still you resist. All of that self-righteous anger, all of that certainty, it’s absurd. You never understood that. You were always a fool.
Isao croaked: I…can’t…lose…

Sengoku’s gaze became flat and dangerous. His eyes burned with terrible intensity.

Sengoku: “Can’t…lose”? Why? Because their lives are too important? You’ll win because they’re calling out to you, because you’re their foundation?

Sengoku thrust Isao downward, chest first, into the ground, causing a tremendous crack to form from the impact. Blood spurt from Isao’s nose and ears.

Sengoku: Their will and yours, they’re all weak Isao! They all mean nothing to me! “Can’t lose”? “CAN’T LOSE”!? That ignorant resolve, that idiotic determination, it all means NOTHING! You’ll fail in spite of those desires. They can’t save you from reality. They can’t change the fact that you’re a failure!

Isao was trying to push himself up again, blood flowing from wounds on his arms. Sengoku looked down at him with pity in his eyes.

Sengoku: This is what you’ve become? You’ve become a loser who clings to your foolish values. Even if you somehow stopped me, people like Rey will always prove idealists like you wrong.

Isao’s arms suddenly slipped out beneath him and he fell to the ground, unable to move an inch save for his labored breathing.

Sengoku: Don’t you worry Isao. I won’t kill you. I’ll leave that to Rey.

Isao’s eyes widened at that.

Sengoku: No, he’s not here. You’ll go to him. Steven should have handed Boa over to him by now, and you’ll go after her, won’t you, Isao?

Isao gritted his teeth, unable to push words of fury out of his throat between gasps.

Sengoku: You’re foolish enough to go face him, despite knowing what’s coming. We both know he’s too strong now. But you’ll face him down anyway, hoping against hope, and leaving this place to burn at my hands.

Isao suddenly smiled. He seemed to mouth words soundlessly.

Sengoku: What was that?
Isao wheezed: They’re…too…strong…
Sengoku: This nonsense!? It’s only because you haven’t realized what my plans are that you believe in such tripe! The Rising Suns will set for the last time, and that fool Crow will bring about their end. Your allies and your captains will fall, just as your buildings have crumbled all around you! And you’ll be able to do little more than watch.

Isao reached out with his arm toward Sengoku, and Sengoku brought down his right foot on it with a sickening crack. Isao grimaced in pain. Sengoku took one last look into his eyes, and then kicked him in the side of the head, causing Isao’s eyes to go white as he passed into unconsciousness.

Sengoku: Now, to go find…
???: Looking for me, Sengoku?

Sengoku twisted around in a flash at the sound of her voice. Renee now stood a long distance away, right hand pressed to the stump where her arm had been, a makeshift bandage held there at the edges of her armor. Her bankai was still active, but only insofar as the plate still covered exposed flesh and injury. It was little more than a show at this point. A long, black-sheathed package was strapped across her back.

Sengoku smiled broadly: Saving me the trouble, are you?
Renee’s eyes narrowed: More like bringing an end to this once and for all.
Sengoku chuckled: How absurd! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, lately? I sensed you fighting Alexander, and though I never expected you to win, it looks like you didn’t get out of that fight without serious injuries. Tell me: what do you plan on doing now?
Renee smiled back: Just like him, you’re underestimating me.

Sengoku suddenly increased his power level, pushing off towards her. Her expression looked shocked as he lunged out with his right arm, aiming to knock her on the side of the head. He came within 2 feet of her, and suddenly crashed to the ground. The shock seemed to switch from Renee’s face to his.

Renee: From what I remember, you never seemed to care much about kido, did you Sengoku? For that matter, you never seemed to care about any powers you couldn’t see yourself controlling.

Sengoku was barely holding his torso off the ground with the full strength of his arms. His entire body seemed to be straining against some unseen force.

Renee: I should thank that Rising Sun, Hidan. He really takes after his father. He recorded the power of Isao’s gravity-based ability. It certainly doesn’t last as long as the original, and it can only be focused on a small area, but it was so easy to predict your response to my arrival.

Sengoku yelled out in agony as his damaged muscles, bones, tendons and ligaments strained against the force. It was all he could do to stay as is, he couldn’t even look up at Renee.

Renee: But I see no fear in your eyes. We’ll have to change that. I’m sure you think I’m drained, and you’d be right. However, I don’t need any power to finish this.

Renee pulled the black container off her back, revealing it to be a scroll inside a black sheath. She backed up slowly as she rolled it out to its full length. From his position, Sengoku could see only the lower half of her body, and gained a quizzical expression when he saw the scroll.

Renee: Confused? This is a similar scroll to the one taken from the Kido Corps recently. If you’ll remember, I used to lead them. Satoshi used the other scroll to bring back a long-lost friend. This one can’t do that much, it was a failed creation. It is far simpler than that in mechanism, and the preparation is much easier. However, it’s only capable of one thing… obliterating every speck of energy in the area, and whatever they’re attached to.

Sengoku’s eyes opened wide as he struggled to push himself in any direction to get off the device he couldn’t see beneath him, but it was no use. The force of gravity was too intense for even him to combat. Renee started walking a wide circle around him, taking her sword out and letting it drag along the ground.

Renee: It’s such a pleasure to not have to hear you speak. All of those years of captivity in your labs, I don’t think you ever shut your mouth for more than a few moments around me. That voice that kept me awake at nights, that voice that haunts me to this day.
Renee had just completed her circle, leaving a 30 foot diameter circle around him with Isao just outside of it. As she walked, her voice turned menacing.

Renee: I’m telling you all this because I want you to know the pain I felt. The pain of having no way out. So I wonder, Sengoku…

Sengoku managed to force his head up so that he could look into his eyes. He nearly gasped at what he saw there. In all the years he had known her, Renee had never shown more than the smallest amounts of emotion. That wasn’t the case now. Her expression was dark and merciless, her eyes filled with seething hatred.

Renee: Did you ever see yourself being killed by that little girl you found all those years ago? The one who refused to remember the faces and names of those she viewed as unimportant?

Her arm trembled as she wrapped her arm around to her back, bringing the scroll behind her as she got ready to throw it. She took a step back, walking herself out of the circle.

Renee: Yours is the only face I remember from those days, the only name. Do you know why? It’s because… you’re the only person I’ve ever met… THAT DESERVED NO MERCY!

Sengoku managed to barely lift up his left arm, aiming his palm directly at her. She chuckled at the worthlessness of the gesture. She launched the scroll straight toward him, and as it came crashing down, the entire area exploded in a massive shower of energy particles. The area ahead of her slowly cleared of smoke, revealing a gaping hole in the earth that had housed so many spirit particles before.

The smoke had barely cleared before Renee realized to her dismay that a figure was kneeling inside of it. Sengoku no longer held the form that he had fought with in his bankai, but he was also no longer being held down by the device beneath him, which had been mostly destroyed by the scroll’s effects. It seemed impossible to her that he could even possibly be alive, and even moreso that she couldn’t sense him before the smoke cleared.

Sengoku took a deep breath and bellowed: Is that all you’ve got!?
He stood up and began to walk his way out of the wide depression that had been formed around him, leaving only the pedestal he was on intact. His movements were jerky, and he seemed drained, but his eyes spoke of victory. Renee noticed, however, that his steps seemed to slow as he came closer. Her became more and more pale. Eventually, he was doing little more than stumbling toward her. Once he reached the lip of the depression, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, barely holding himself up with one arm as the other covered his mouth. Scarlet painted his fingers and the ground beneath him as he began coughing up blood. Life seemed to drain from his face altogether. Renee’s gaze returned to knowing confidence.

Sengoku: *cough**cough* What…the...hell!?
Renee: I understand now. You managed to push all of the energy in your body out in one massive wave. That must have been what the scroll absorbed. I can’t sense you now because you unleashed every ounce of what you have left. I never would have suspected you would do something so reckless, Sengoku.

He jerkily looked up at her, neck straining at the meager effort. All the veins and arteries on his body showed plainly, and his muscles seemed to spasm all over. He seemed to be in massive pain, and one hand was pressed to his chest over his heart.

Sengoku: What’s…happening…to me?
Renee merely gazed down at him imperiously. He gritted his teeth.
Sengoku yelled: WHAT’S HAPPENING TO-!
Renee’s voice remained even: Don’t waste your breath, you’ll need every bit of it. I had always wondered what would happen to someone like you if all their energy was taken in an instant. People like you and Isao use that energy to reinforce your entire bodies. Your heart pumps stronger for it. Your muscles contract faster. Your very veins and arteries are buttressed by that power, allowing you to do accomplish miraculous feats of strength, stamina and speed. You’re suffering from enhanced withdrawal, Sengoku. Your entire system can’t handle not being able to function at that capacity. It won’t kill you, but I’d be surprised if you can move more than an inch at a time in this state.

Sengoku was lost for words. He had never been in this kind of situation before, never been helpless before an opponent. It was frightening beyond his imagination. The shock of his predicament allowed Renee the time to rush forward, putting her blade to his throat. Blood trickled from the newly created wound before he even noticed she was there.

Renee: And defending yourself…that would certainly be out of the question.

Suddenly, a tremendous crash resounded over the area where they had just been standing. Renee appeared a few feet away from the sight, anger evident in her eyes. A battered and bloody Brigitte now stood between her and her fallen foe. She was breathing heavily and holding her sword weakly. It looked like her blade could slip from her grip at any moment. Renee noticed that the heavily damaged and unconscious Alexander was draped over her shoulder. Sengoku was still breathing, the wound to his throat only a minor gash.

Renee growled: And now you’re going to stand in the way of my vengeance?

Brigitte breathed: *huff* You know neither of us are in a condition to fight… *huff* not with our wounds.

Renee: You want to test that theory?

Brigitte: *huff* You’re even lower on energy than I am… *huff*We’re leaving, so just try to follow us-

Sengoku interrupted: NO! Capture her now Brig- *cough*!

More blood spurted from between his lips as he fought to get out the words. Brigitte turned around to him, sadness evident in her eyes.

Brigitte: It’s the only way, Master. We’re in no condition to keep fighting. Retreat is our only option.

A garganta opened up behind her, huge and black. Renee tried to push forward, but the step ended up bringing her down on one knee. Her hatred for Sengoku had been enough to ignore her own limitations for a short while, but she was at her limit.

Brigitte had picked up Sengoku under her other arm and was carrying him into the garganta. They turned around and looked back at Renee as the garganta began to close. Through gritted teeth, Sengoku mouthed several words Renee couldn’t hear, reaching out with his right arm and pointing at her as he did. She could understand what he was saying by reading his lips.

Sengoku: You’ll be mine again soon enough!

The garganta closed, leaving no trace of the three members of Kuroheki. Tears flowed from Renee’s eyes as she pounded the ground with her fists. With no power behind them, she hardly managed to even make impressions in the earth, but blood soon formed on them from the constant beating. She had failed. She tried to scream at the heavens, but nothing would come out but a hoarse wheeze. Nonetheless, she leaned her head back and screamed silently, letting the pain of her injuries and of her loss consume her.

OH MY GOD YOU TOOK ALMOST A PAGE BY YOURSELF!!!

holy crap flame awesome post

That ladies and gentlemen is a post hats off to you whiteflame I'm just going to go and cry and hope that I can write something that is half that awesome.

Great post Whiteflame.

Heh, glad you guys enjoyed it.

Yeah nice job flame I hope one day I can write such awsome post as flame can.again nice job*shakes ur hand*

just cus i hate to be just like everyone else...Horrible post white flame...You can do better...hell i have saw drunk crazy nutrient deprived monkeys write better with their own fecal matter

Really? Damn, those stupid monkeys are making me look bad again? I have no reason to live! *shoots himself*

O.O YOU MADE HIM COMMIT SUCIDE HADEZ !!!!

Nah, just shot myself in the leg. Hurts a bit, not entirely sure how I missed my head...

hadez, i heard a term that described that. Hipster lol.

It takes a lot of talent to aim for ones head and hit their leg...at least you have that to look forward to

call it what u will onix

Alright, well, I bring you the finale of yet another series of events. This one's pretty depressing, but I've been setting it up for quite a while. I hope you guys like it!

Hideaki awoke from his unconscious state. He had passed out the mere moments after throwing his dismembered hand to defend Titus. His eyes quickly came into focus, but it took him a while longer to assess the scene. Titus lay on the ground well ahead of him, and in front of him was a mess of body parts. Muscle fibers and blood were strewn across the ground. Titus himself seemed barely conscious, twitching on the ground with eyes that looked to be covered in a haze. He had lost a tremendous amount of blood.

Hideaki forced himself to his feet, barely managing to stand. The pain from innumerable injuries coursed through his body, but there was no time to sit and rest. Titus was even more terribly wounded than himself, and he’d need medical attention quickly. He began to stumble forward, and as he did, he noticed that the area he was walking on what covered in black. It was hard to believe that Titus’s bankai was still active, though this form was by far the most passive of the ones he’d used. As long as he couldn’t move from that spot, it wouldn’t be a problem.

He forced himself to push onward, trying to focus his mind away from the pain, though achieving limited benefit. The pain was intensive, yet he could hardly let Titus die. He was too stubborn for that. All that time he’d spent with him, all that belief that he’d become something great…

A surge of energy behind him forced him to turn around. Titus still lay on the ground, yet his body seemed to pulsate with energy…energy not his own. He was facing the same direction as Hideaki now, but it took several seconds before Hideaki noticed. The blood streaming from all of his wounds was now tinged silver. The same silvery liquid was starting to leak from his ears and nose as well.

Hideaki fell to his knees, his upper body succumbing to weariness and allowing his head to fall to the ground. He had heard stories about this. It was Isao’s ability, taking effect on his brother. There was no saving him now. He wanted to pound the ground with his fists, but couldn’t summon the strength.

This was the end. All of his effort to understand Titus, to find out why he was so important, all of it, ruined. He couldn’t bear to look at him. He had no choice but to survive himself, to go back to the drawing board and find another name in his book to follow.

He slowly rose back to his feet, body straining against him. He still needed medical attention himself after all, he wouldn’t survive the day without some treatment. He took a couple of steps away, then froze. He couldn’t move another step. Physically exhausted as he was, he knew he was capable of walking that distance, but something held him back…

Hideaki muttered to himself: Why did she manage to convince me?

He didn’t understand it. She was all he could think of, the only thing on his mind at this moment of all moments. The soul reaper who came to recruit him that day. He had never learned her name, never even seen her again. She was likely dead as a result of one of these past wars, another nondescript soul reaper’s body buried amongst the foundations of Soul Society. Had it been some words of hers that had brought him here, or did something change within him that day, separate from her?

He had never cared about Soul Society. Even while fighting Tommy, he never felt the vindication that so many others did for defending their home. Soul Society was never a home to him. It was little more than a conduit to something greater, something still unknown. Just like that library in his parents’ home had been a conduit…

What had changed? He never knew, and he would probably never know. He’d never desired power. He still couldn’t see a single one of these people as his friends or family. They were so much more talkative than books, yet they had so much less to say. Even Chiyo and Titus were ancillary. Had he gained anything worthwhile?

His body seemed to turn around all on its own. He stared into Titus’s now semiconscious eyes, tinted silver by the liquid that now filled them. What had been small trickles of silver fluid had become steady streams that now arose from every orifice and wound. He was far gone already.

Hideaki muttered more loudly: And why should I save you, even if I could? You’ve fought to accomplish all your life what was always beyond your grasp! That search for needless power, for nothing more to prove yourself, and look where it’s gotten you!

Tears started in his eyes, stained red by the blood on his face. Who was he to blame Titus for his shortcomings? Hideaki had followed him around for so long, tried to learn everything about him, and devoted a great deal of his strength and energy to ensuring his safety... and he had done it all based off a word in a book he couldn’t understand. Was he even sure he had translated it correctly? And even if he had, what promise had he gotten from that damn book? He had followed Titus on little more than whim.

Yet every attempt to turn away, to leave this behind him, didn’t budge a single muscle. He had always been so decisive in his life…how convenient that this single moment of indecision would be so daunting to him. He looked down at the ground beneath him. He was standing right at the line that separated the blackness created by Titus’s bankai from the land around it. His eyes took on a sudden sadness.

Hideaki muttered again, nearly silently: I choose to believe in that dream…

Hideaki looked back up at Titus, whose entire body seemed to be covered in the metallic liquid. He could hardly make him out anymore under that mass.

Hideaki shouted: DO YOU HEAR ME!? I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IT!

He took several gasps. His lungs and throat burned heavily with the force of those words.

Hideaki spoke in a hoarse whisper: You may be a failure now, Titus, but I choose to believe that your life isn’t finished yet. Perhaps…no….your story is too important to come to an end now…

He walked around Titus’s silvery form to his right side. His steps seemed lighter now, as though the weight of his injuries had fled from his body. Once he reached his right side, he stuck his remaining hand out in front of him.

Hideaki: Hadō #1: Shō.

The small blast of energy pushed Titus across the black line to the left side. He seemed to be in his dying moments.

Hideaki: I’m such a fool to let it get this far. Not a one of the books I read before made me do more than bat an eye. I have no feelings of brotherhood with you, and I can’t think of one single way that you’ll perform a miracle. You’ve never surprised me, everything you’ve done up till now has been so eminently…predictable. But…

He started walking over to the same side Titus was on, his steps slow but deliberate. Each step that brought him closer seemed to clear his mind even more, making his choice more and more certain to him.

Hideaki: But… My mind screams against logic, it lashes out against reason. I’ve lived my life based on those two words and little else. Before I met you, they were my only sustenance. I’ll throw them away for little else but a dream.

He stepped off the blackness and onto the ground next to it. His vision went silver immediately as he collapsed to the ground, his right leg shattering in a flurry of red into nothingness, and his other hand returning to his stump. Wounds shifted across his body, but it meant little as liquid metal consumed his entire body. The pain of his body should have increased since Titus had been more damaged than him, but he simply felt numb. He reached out with what little strength remained in his body with his returned hand towards the immobile body of Titus, who had regained his leg and lost his hand. His eyes and mouth were now wide open, horror evident on his face as consciousness returned to him and knowledge of the situation came to him. Hideaki couldn’t help but smile, one of the very few times he had ever smiled in his life.

Trusting in a fool to perform a miracle… It seemed so impossibly stupid… Yet so right.

In mere moments, he was little more than a silver puddle, evaporating into the air with tremendous alacrity. Body already succumbed to pain and exhaustion, Titus’s mind was on the verge of collapsing from the horror of the sight before his eyes. He couldn’t form words or thoughts. He felt as though he was disappearing to an abyss. The last thing he saw before darkness engulfed him was the hands of a soul reaper he did not know covered in green light as he attempted to heal him, though he couldn’t even register his presence. What little gratitude he had for him was being crushed under tsunami of grief and desolation. He could do little more than let those black waters consume him.

Not that its super important but i just noticed my name isnt on the top for the posting order....someone should change that

Oh yeah, I took it off when you quit and forgot to put it back up. I'll fix that.

no worries either way...i figured it was such

So wait Hideaki just switched places with Titus is that even possible I thought Isao bankai took someone that was important to him it was like a defined rule of his bankai nothing could trumph that so how is that Hideaki just sarifice himself letting Titus lived. I keep getting this idea of Isao going to his inner world and seeing all the poeple who were sarifice over the years and Hideaki and being like who the hell are you?!

Heh, that's to come soon enough, but basically, the idea is that Titus's bankai, which shifts all injury between himself and whoever is on the left side of that central line with him, applied Isao's ability to Hideaki instead. Since Isao's ability is basically just a mechanism of damage that's associated with on of the many abilities he can use, Titus's bankai was able to shift it over to another person. And in case anyone's wondering, I created Titus's bankai well before I created Isao's, so I didn't set it up to happen like this from the very beginning.

LOL that will be interesting to see Isao when hes in his inner wold and Hidekai is there

Well guys if I get to post skip me this time around. I got ACT's tesing and I don't have the time nor energy to imagin a post.

i'm gonna try and start a fairy tail RP would anyone here like to join in helping me or even joining ?, by the way awesome posts everyone :) sorry I haven't posted the last few days

Sorry guys I'm pretty busy right now but I'm free monday so I should have my post up monday night.

I'm right there with ya dude. Midterms, papers and experiments galore this week. I'm still planning on a small post at some point, but it may not be till next weekend.

I may have something, but i just have writerrs block.

Okay so I got busier than I thought I would today so I'll just say the post will be up later this week. Sorry guys, I'll try to up the epicness of the post.

Hey guys I'm sorry bout this but I'm going to be takin some time off from posting for a while I need to get cracking on getting a job and lincese and more so I'm need some time and unforunately there are no clones of me (damn you naruto share your clones) but I will still be on the site so if u need to talk to me about my characters send me messages

has anyone seen brokensun35 or even heard from him ? I haven't seen him online in such a long time

no idea.

I'm here to break the silence.

Title: Working out the Kinks

Daniel is seen in a dark cell room. His wounds have been patched up but not very well. He is in a cold sweat and is shaking violently. It then fades out of the cell and a beautiful meadow is seen. Daniel sits up really quick. Scared of what has just happened he begins to check his body for wounds. He sees that they are gone and he rubs his head in confusion. He stands up and looks at the sky. He sees large amounts of Resitu flowing through the air like rivers in the sky. He walks the hill he was on to see a mna sitting in the grass with a pot of tea and two cups. His eyes are closed as though he is meditating.

Mysterious Man: "I have been expecting you for a long time." With his eyes closed he grabs the pot and pours the tea into the cups. "Come, have a seat and drink with me."

Daniel: He sits down and takes the cup. He drinks the liquid slowly and a large refreshing smile came from his face. "So, where am I.

Mysterious Man: He takes a drink of the tea as well, then proceeds to put the cup down. "You are in you Zanpakuto's inner world. You were brought in here by me so that i could explain the resent events that have occurred." He takes another drink from his cup. "I suppose you believe that the people you battled are your enemies." Daniel shakes his head. "Well you were decived by the people who you thought were you friends. The Shinigami are warriors who keep the peace between your worlds."

Daniel: Daniel just looks in confusion. "The bastards took my girlfriend from me. They attacked me while i was happy. How can you say they were good."

Mysterious Man: He shows a frown on his face. "Those so called bastards, did it for the best of reasons. You were shown as a threat. If you can learn to forgive them, i will give you my strength in battles yet to come."

Daniel: Daniel begins to question this. "What do you mean? The sword dosen't contain any powers i am aware of."

Mysterious Man: "You don't understand. I am your sword! And in order for you to release my power, you must learn my name. You shall remain her until then. Let's begin you Training.

Appreciate the post, Onix. I know that there's been a lot to do for a lot of people, myself included, so it's not surprising that this forum has slowed down recently. However, I intend to rectify that, and I know I'm not the only one. I'm going to be posting momentarily (working on this one in my extremely meager off-time), and I intend to do a string of posts after we definitively end this group of fights. I know this is spring break for a lot of people, and I'm hoping that some of you can work on your posts during this time. I know I will be. I also know there are some people who simply wont be able to post for long periods, and that's understandable. I hope whoever is in that situation will be able to keep up with the forum and want to come back when they are able (that means you Lobos).

Alright, so I figured I'd introduce a couple of my newer characters and include a bit extra on a character that really hasn't been explored of yet. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Takuma leaned against a wall a few blocks away from the execution grounds. He had been watching the fight between Sengoku and Isao with some glee, hoping that at least one would end the other. His chagrin at being denied this was palpable. Sengoku and Brigitte had escaped with their lives, and would only bring untold chaos once again now that they were allowed to live. He sighed. Few things ever ended as planned, but he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to kill Isao and Renee when it presented itself so readily.

He pushed himself off the wall lightly, steadying himself on his feet and stretching a bit. Though he couldn’t “see” the torn landscape around him, nor hear the screams of the dead and dying, they were audible in other ways. He had always had a good sense for energy, and here in Soul Society, that energy was everywhere. He could make out where people were by reverberations in the floating spirit particles that now clouded the entirety of the area. In some ways, this made it harder to see, with so much energy around him, but he appreciated the momentary benefit that his eyes had once brought him. It wasn’t often that he was able to see a landscape so clearly.

He hunched down in place, legs spread out to the side, readying to launch himself up towards the execution grounds, only to seem to have a change of heart, standing up straight once again. Just as he did, 2 blades appeared at his neck, one from the back and one from the front. He smiled.

Takuma: Well, well, it’s not common for someone to spot me.

The man on his right looked deadly serious and confident, though the blade he was holding seemed awkward in his hand. He wore a cloak of flowing metal and an arm band that said he was from the 9th squad, though it didn’t state his seat. The one on his left looked a lot less certain and seemed almost baffled by the situation he was in, but his hand rested evenly on the blade, almost as though he had been born with it. He wore fur lined boots with his robes and an arm band as well, also stating his membership in the 9th squad. Both men wore normal soul reaper robes.

???: While you certainly suppress your energy well, you cast quite a shadow.

???: W-we got you… I think…

The first man glared at the one across from him. He seemed to dislike this uncertain demeanor.

???: What do you mean “you think”? Any fool can see we have him!
The second man sputtered: Sh-shut up! Stop trying to make me look…

???: What’s that? Can’t finish your sentence again? Shall I for you, then? Idiotic? Ridiculous? Out-of-sorts?

The second man’s mouth worked silently, though he seemed not to be able to find the words. He looked as dumbfounded as he sounded.

Takuma sighed: I really don’t have time for these shenanigans. Neither of you stands a chance against me, so I’ll give you the chance to escape with your lives.

The first man smirked, turning his attention back towards Takuma.

???: You think it will be that easy, do you? You obviously do not know who you are messing with. My name is Acelin, and your untimely demise will come about swiftly by my-

Takuma was gone in an instant, settling just above a building several meters away. Neither of the two men managed to track his movements, and both appeared startled by his sudden disappearance. Takuma sighed again as he reached for his blade, touching down on the building with half the blade out of its sheath. His eyes suddenly opened wide as an explosion of energy engulfed the building. He barely managed to get out without harm, darting to his right. He chanced a glance back at the two soul reapers, but it seemed they had only just noticed the explosion, and neither was looking at him. Who had attacked him? Was there another one-

Another explosion rocked the building he had just set foot on. The force of the explosion was enough to send him reeling slightly from the shockwave, slamming him into the building behind him. He barely had time to react as that building erupted in yet another explosion, sending him reeling forward with light burns. He coughed at the dust in the air, disbelief in evident in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and used shunpo to quickly move into the sky. Both of his opponent’s eyes eventually caught up with him as he scanned the landscape below for hidden enemies.

Acelin: I told you that tactic was ridiculous! Look how little impact it had! Those three bombs cost me quite a bit of energy, you know. How many more of these ridiculous strategies are you going to make me follow?

The second man was silent, but there was a different demeanor to him. It seemed…knowing. Takuma was taken aback. Had this man known what his reactions would be so easily? He had even almost accounted for his speed. Impossible! It was absurd enough to believe that these men had anything to do with what had just happened. No one below captain level could ever have managed that, and neither of them had even the vice captain arm band.

Acelin: Hey, are you listening to me? I am telling you that you’re a blathering idiot, and you are giving me the silent treatment? Do not make me use one of those on you, I swear you will not see this one coming!

The second man looked at him thoughtfully. He seemed amused.

???: But didn’t you fucking just tell me you would fucking be doing that fucking thing you’re planning on fucking doing making me the fucking knower of how you’re fucking doing that…

Acelin hit him on the head, making him rub at it.

Acelin: How many times have I told you to at least make some sense with your words? Listening to you is like listening to a sad little child learning his ABC’s while scratching his nails on a chalkboard! And stop cursing, it is so…uncivilized! And it sounds like a nervous tick with the amount of times you use it!

Takuma began to realize that it was these two who had done all of that, though he couldn’t understand it, nor could he stand dealing with them. He couldn’t stand being humiliated by two men who weren’t even fit to fight for Soul Society in its war. Certainly, this Acelin fellow had some reasonable power, perhaps just under that of a normal captain, but his ally was extremely weak, not even vice captain level. He would not be denied his opportunity by these fools.

Acelin was in the middle of berating his friend, who appeared to have stopped listening after the first few words, when Takuma appeared in between them. Both looked surprised as fists lashed out in both directions taking each in the cheek hard as they were launched to opposite sides. Acelin rammed head first into a sizeable pile of rubble, while his ally actually seemed to stabilize, bouncing off a variety of structures before coming to rest on stable ground. Was it just his imagination, or had this one actually gotten faster?

Takuma wasted no time, appearing behind him as he rose to a standing position, his blade bare. He brought it around, cutting into his neck lightly before feeling a sudden surge of energy from him. It was as though his power level suddenly matched Takuma’s own, impossible as that was. The man took advantage of the momentary hesitation and darted away towards the rubble where Acelin had fallen. Again, his speed seemed to increase dramatically just after having been damaged. Who the hell was this?

He picked his friend up from the rubble, all of his focus on Takuma the entire time, watching for even the slightest sign of movement. It was only as Acelin dusted himself off that he noticed something off about his friend, something that didn’t seem to fit with the person he’d been listening to.

Takuma: …What’s your name, soul reaper?

He was far sharper than he seemed. His eyes, unseen to Takuma, almost seemed to bore into his very soul, cutting to his core. He had been constantly analyzing him from the very beginning of the fight, reading him like a book. It was more than a little impressive that he had managed even this much, considering the vast differences in their speeds prevented him from gaining a thorough understanding of just how fast Takuma was. Meanwhile, Acelin seemed almost vacant by comparison. There was fervor to him, a bloodlust and desire for battle, but none of the focus and concentration that his partner showed.

Acelin: Why would he bother to inform you of that? You’re an enemy of Soul Society, out to destroy us! You brought your cronies to end us, and yet you want to know his name?

Takuma sighed: I am not allied with them. I came here for a different purpose. Now tell me your name!

???: Ogodei.

Acelin turned to him, seeming startled.

Acelin: What, so you trust him? He plans on ending us both, and you desire to give him your name?

Takuma could barely make it out from there, but…it seemed like Ogodei’s mouth was working almost constantly, as though he was whispering to Acelin, though he couldn’t make out anything from reading his lips. Ogodei, eh? Seemed a shame to have to end someone so brilliant. Takuma was convinced by now that he wasn’t as strong as his reiatsu made him seem. Whatever he was doing, it was more a projection of strength than actual strength. He wouldn’t let him get away from this next strike.

Takuma: Well, while it’s been a pleasure fighting you two, you’ve already allowed my targets to escape. I’ll make sure you pay with your lives. Hado #73: Sōren Sōkatsui.

Two beams of blue light blasted out from his hands towards his foes, both of whom sidestepped away, Acelin with a grimace on his face, and Ogodei expressionless. Takuma appeared above him, bringing down his blade straight into his throat. Ogodei wasn’t nearly fast enough to track his movements, he hadn’t even noticed him when his blade was mere inches away. Suddenly, a burst of yellow light caught his attention from the other direction, and he impulsively dodged upward and away from it. It looked like a missile made of yellow lightning. It exploded a safe distance away in a tremendous and powerful burst of yellow electricity, bathing the entire area in yellow. It appeared that Ogodei had gotten out of that without damage as well.

Acelin: I told you to stop telling me use my abilities on things that are not there you uncouth moron!

Takuma’s was shocked at that. Neither of his opponents had been able to follow his movements, at all. Acelin had fired that last attack blindly, and though he seemed the type to waste energy, it was hard to believe that he’d fire such a concentrated blast without eyes on the enemy. Had that been what Ogodei had been saying to him earlier? Had Ogodei read Takuma’s attacks so well that he knew exactly where Takuma would be, even without being able to keep up with his speed?

Takuma resheathed his sword with a highly audible clang. Acelin had looked ready to land another punch on Ogodei, but both stopped at that. They eyed him carefully, uncertainty evident in their gazes.

Takuma ran his eyeless gaze over each of them in turn, pondering something. He could not let talent like this die, especially talent that Soul Society had yet to notice. He left his hand on the pommel of his sword and turned around, walking in the other direction.

Acelin: Hey! Now you do not want to fight us?

Ogodei reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, a look of anxiety on his face. They both seemed tense.

Takuma: Are you that eager to die? This fight will be mine eventually, but I believe that your deaths would accomplish little.

Ogodei: Th-then…shit…why?

Takuma smiled: The future holds such promise for you both. Do not be so quick to throw it away. Neither of you are strong enough to be of use yet, but we can change that. If you ever get tired of these hollowed out ruins you soul reapers continue to cling to, send out a signal. I’ll be watching.

With that, he vanished, barely a cloud of smoke rising in his wake.
Ogodei took a deep breath and settled back on his feet. He had had to stand on the balls of his feet the entire time, unsure where any attack would come from. This Takuma…he was right, they stood no chance against him.

Acelin: Hmph, we could have taken him if not for your bad directions, though I have always trusted you know best. You have proven me wrong pretty regularly, though you can never seem to phrase why. That man… did he really fight us blindfolded the entire time? He was tracking our movements as though he had eyes everywhere.

Ogodei didn’t say anything. When he was deep in thought, the words just never came, and most of the rest of the time, they were little more than a jumble of curses and idiotic jargon. His mind, however, worked far more quickly than Acelin’s to puzzle together a fight. Takuma hadn’t fought them blindfolded, he’d fought them blind. From the way he held his head and the odd unbalances of his body, he could tell that Takuma was also deaf. To have fought them in such a state…he was no ordinary monster.

Ogodei: Shit. His level…

Acelin slapped a hand on his right shoulder. He sometimes hated the physical nature his friend took on regularly, but when he turned with a look of annoyance on his face, he noticed a smile on Acelin’s.

Acelin: For once, we understand one another.

Ogodei smiled back at him lightly. Perhaps there was hope for him yet. They had both been tired of the 9th squad for quite a while, but were they ready to forsake their allegiance for what Takuma had promised? It was said that the best generals knew when their nation’s leaders were beyond understanding, but perhaps…perhaps there was time left bring some hope to these shattered ruins that Takuma derided. Yes, this would

That's fine, glad to bring you into it. Have you read through the entire story so far? If not, you should take this time to catch up. As is, we're near the end of this arc, so there'll be a delay before you can start introducing your characters.

Alright then. I'll read it, and if you could tell me when the arc is over, like in an e-mail or something, that'd be cool.

THX Whiteflame.

Sure, I'll let you know

Awesome

THis long period of no posts MUST END...I demand it

I can make another introductory post, but I'd like if we could finish up this series of fights. Jstar, are you going to be able to post the remainder of Miroku vs. Omega relatively soon?

this is amazing guys...I've been so overwhelmed I haven't had time to perfect some of the characters for the story..Ozuru Higrashi is my new character his Zanpakuto is named Taka Manako (Falcon Eye) it causes his oppoent's eyes to stop vibrating which causes the eye only to see moving objects which I thought was very deadly (i like to delve into science for Zanpakuto often)...as of yet no Bankai...if anyone wants to kill him off or use him by all means do

I'm guessing you meant that post for a different forum...

Sorry for the delay but I'll have Miroku's fight up soon.

I think we should do a captians meeting after all the fights are cleaned up. what do you think?

Certainly. I'm down for that.

I thought about it for a bit, and realized things have gotten rather complex of late, to the point at which none of us could adequately remember exactly what's happened, let alone the state of mind of each captain at present. I think the best way for us to do this would be for all of our captains to have a post revealing that character's mindset. Unless anyone has objections, I'll write the meeting after that.

The Terrifying Smile,
The Fight That Rocked Las Noches!

In Las Noches
Kuesu watches in amazement as the red and black flames emitting from Miroku and Omega’s bodies cover the ground. The sand on the ground has begun to melt as the room temperature continues to rise. Miroku and Omega stare each other down as if they are waiting for the other to move as the flames continue to swirl around their bodies, but the flames stop and Omega quickly makes his move. The eyes on Omega’s middle head glow red as the remaining six heads tilt down towards Miroku’s position and open their mouths. Red ceros begin to form in their mouths and the room glows red as the heads fire off their ceros simultaneously. Black flames erupt from Miroku’s feet, as the cero close in on his position, propelling him into the air past the ceros. The ceros explode as they hit the ground creating a shockwave on Miroku’s back propelling him at a faster speed towards Omega, but Omega swings his left arm towards Miroku, as his claw shine red, sending four sharp blades of energy towards Miroku. Miroku kicks his right leg forward creating a horizontal pillar of black flames towards Omega’s claw cero; both attacks collide with each other resulting in a large explosion of energy between the two which forcefully sent Miroku falling to the ground, but Omega doesn’t flatter as the shockwave from the explosion slams into his body. Miroku shoots flames out from both his hands towards the ground to slow his descent. Omega swings his tail towards Miroku but he intensifies the flames from his hands and shoots them out towards Omega’s tail forcing him backwards away from Omega. Miroku lands a few hundred feet away from Omega and his feet slide on the now molten glass.

Miroku: (thinking) Even at his size he can still move fast… that’s almost unfair.

Omega: What’s wrong Miroku? You seemed so confident a little while ago. Already second guessing yourself?

Miroku: HA! You’d like that wouldn’t you!? I just had to get use to your strength.

Omega: Strength? At this size you should realize my raw power would sky rocket. But you should be more concerned with my speed. (Omega vanishes)

Miroku: (shocked) He can use a sonido at that size!?

A large shadow appears above Miroku. As he looks up he sees Omega’s left foot about to slam down on him. Miroku shunpos out of the way just in time as Omega’s foot crashes down where he was standing causing the molten glass to splash up and form ripples on the ground. Miroku reappears and starts to run away from Omega, but another shadow appears above Miroku and before he can shunpo away, Omega grabs him with his right hand and slams him down to the ground. Molten glass splashes up and falls onto Miroku but the heat from the glass doesn’t appear to affect him.

Omega: I guess that fire form of yours is protecting you from the heat, but will it be able to protect you from this? (Omega opens his mouth and starts to charge up a cero.)

Miroku: (yelling) You think I’m just gonna let you fire that off!

Omega unleashes an enormous red cero from his mouth at Miroku but Miroku opens his mouth and an equally enormous pillar of black flames explode out of his mouth and the two energies collide causing an enormous dome of energy to envelope them both as the molten glass is forced away from them due to the tremendous shockwave from the explosion. Miroku is tumbling away from the epicenter of the explosion as Omega staggers back a few steps. Miroku reaches down to the ground and his fingers slide through the molten glass to slow his speed and lands his feet down after sliding for a while. Miroku’s feet sink a bit into the glass but he is able to catch his balance and thrust his right fist forward causing a horizontal pillar of flames to shoot out towards Omega. Omega sees this and simply slams his fist down to the ground forcing the molten glass to splash up and block the flames. Miroku starts to run towards Omega, but he responds by slamming his tail on the ground towards Miroku causing a wave of molten glass to rise up and block Miroku’s view. Miroku claps his hands sending out a blast of fire to force the glass away but when the glass blast away he sees Omega’s fist charging towards him. Miroku is unable to move out of the way in time as Omega’s fist slams into Miroku sending him crashing into the top of a large white pillar a few hundred feet away. Omega grins as he watches Miroku struggle to push the rubble off of his body. Omega directs all six of his extra heads to face Miroku’s location and they all begin to charge ceros as Miroku slowly staggers to his feet. Miroku looks up as he feels the surge of energy coming from Omega, Miroku tries to move his left arm to his belt blade but he realizes that it is broken at his elbow making him unable to bend it up towards the belt so he leans up against a large piece of rubble and moves his hips up forcing the blade to point up. Suddenly a pillar of earth rises up under Omega’s right foot throwing him off balance as his charged ceros fire off into the roof of Las Noches blowing a large hole into the roof. Miroku smiles as he falls to the ground in pain; Omega extends his left arm out to catch himself and pops back up swinging both his arms in Miroku’s direction blasting his claw ceros towards him. More pillars rise out the ground to stop the ceros but pillar after pillar is ripped apart by the ceros and close in on Miroku.

Omega: (laughs) Its over! Now die!

Miroku lifts his right hand up and right before the ceros hit; a large orb of water surrounds Miroku’s body and deflects the ceros away from his body sending them crashing to the ground in various areas. Omega looks confused as water falls down from the pillar as if it were a fountain. Steam fills the air as the water hits the molten glass cooling it down. The orb of water of water around Miroku’s body disperses to reveal Miroku, whose eyes are now glowing blue and water pours endlessly from his mouth.

Omega: (smiling) So you do have more tricks up your sleeve. Interesting… show me why you’re supposed to be a threat!

Hundreds of small orbs of water begin to rise up out of the water flowing down the side of the pillar. The orbs start to spin and suddenly blast out towards Omega; as the orbs move closer they begin to pressurize as their shapes alter to take the form of spears. Omega crosses his arms across his chest as he takes the hits head on. Small cuts appear on his arm as blood trickles down his arms. Omega pulls his arms back and vanishes; he reappears in front of the pillar Miroku is standing on and thrust both arm forward destroying the pillar. Miroku appears standing on Omega’s left arm and the furthest head to the left bends down to open its mouth and starts to charge a cero but a tentacle of water shoots into its mouth before the cero can charge causing it to explode in its mouth severely damaging the head. Omega grimaces in reaction to the damage of the head; Miroku jumps off Omega’s arm leaping towards Omega’s main head, but Omega's body begins to glow red and he stretches his arms out and a large shockwave of energy blasts out of his entire body sending Miroku flying backwards. Miroku blast a bit of his spirit energy from his back to stop his body from flying back and as he looks back at Omega; he sees that he has spread his wings out and hundreds of red orbs have appeared on various spots of his wings. Miroku thickens the orb of water around him as Omega flaps his wings causing a large gust of wind as well as the hundreds of orbs to all fly towards him. A water tentacle extends out of the orb and it swings across the incoming orbs horizontally causing many of them to explode and fill the air with smoke clouding Miroku’s vision. Orbs fly through the smoke and start to pummel the water orb around Miroku causing it to evaporate. Miroku tries to spit out orbs of water to counter Omega’s orbs but they are flying in too fast and they begin to pummel Miroku’s body. Explosion after explosion thunder in the air as the orbs continue to hit Miroku. Smoke fills the air from the explosions and Omega waits to see Miroku’s body fall from the smoke but instead of a body falling; a large pillar of water falls. Omega looks shocked as a tidal wave of water surges towards him. Omega stands in awe as he watches a bloody and battered Miroku riding on top of the wave. The water rises to Omega’s shoulders and Miroku jumps off the wave and holds his right hand out; frost starts to cover his hand as a massive wave of ice spreads from his hand and freezes the wave which covers the lower half of Omega’s body. Omega starts to pound the ice with his hands but stops as he sees an unusual glow reflect off the ice. As he looks up he sees Miroku hovering above him as he holds a large white orb above his head. Miroku swings his right arm down in Omega’s direction and the orb begins to grow in size as it moves towards him. Omega extends his arms out to block the orb but tentacles made of water wrap around his wrist and force Omega’s arms down as the enormous of energy collides with Omega’s body resulting in a ferocious explosion that rocks all of Las Noches. The smoke from the explosion clears and Miroku is lying flat on his back as he tries to catch his breath. On the other side lies Omega whose body is completely burned as he holds himself up with his left arm. Omega starts to cough up blood as the only two heads that doesn’t have massive damage is his main head and the head to his far right. Suddenly the head to the far right glows and vanishes away spreading a bright light around his large body; when the light disperses his body is completely healed except for his other heads that seem to have disappeared with the light. Omega looks down and sees Miroku passed out on the ground and begins to walk over to him.

Omega: (as he walks towards Miroku) No need to waste energy. (Omega deactivates his resureccion)

Miroku: (slowly regaining consciousness) So… you did survive. You’re just as strong… as I thought.

Omega: I can say the same for you, but today’s victory belongs to me and this will be the end of you.

Omega lifts his enormous zanbatō above his head and swings it down at full force, but suddenly the figure of a man jumps between the two and easily stops Omega’s blade. Miroku tries to open his eyes to get a good look at the guy as he hopes its one of his friends, but Miroku realizes he has never seen this man before. The man has a slender build with dense muscle mass; a band of purple velvet covers his eyes like a blindfold, wrapping around his head and over his ears. His eyes are no more than scarred sockets, and his ears are perpetually covered in bandages. The smile on his face is uplifting and reassuring. His clothing consists of a blue crushed velvet shirt and long black slacks. He wears purple sandals with leather 3 leather wraps apiece. Omega looks surprised at the man for interfering.

Omega: Boss!? I didn’t expect you to show up here…what’s the problem?

Takuma: Sorry for halting your fun Omega, but I need to talk to this man for a moment. You won’t be needed here anymore so please head back to the hideout with Alpha.

Omega: Of course.

Omega wraps his zanbatō up and hangs it on his back as he walks off and vanishes. Kuesu sees that Miroku is badly hurt and can’t tell if the man is a friend or foes so she runs as fast as she can to Miroku and draws her sword ready to strike if need be, but Takuma holds out his hand towards Kuesu.

Takuma: Fear not woman. I didn’t come here to fight.

Kuesu: (shunpos over to Miroku) Then what do you want?

Takuma smiles…

THE END!

So this is probably going to be a short post and without this part i feel that ppl may not know where or when this post is taking place. I was not going to do this post at all but since the story slowed down and nobody is posting i am throwing it up to fill space. Having said that if anybody here remembers i had Raito and Akihiko fighting a very powerful and unknown opponent then just left the fight hanging. This is picking up somewhere in that story line.


-At the battle field-

Raito walks the battle scared streets with a look of utter defeat painted all over him. His body is covered with cuts and bruises that cant be seen under all the blood. What is left of his captains cloak is pure red. His shinigami close are reduced to no more than a shredded loin cloth an a pointless piece of cloth draped over his shoulder held on only by the adhesion from the blood soaking it. The one thing that told of Raito's defeat the most was his expression. A look in his eyes that he had loss a lot more than a battle. He had an expression that showed his pride was broken. Maybe even broken beyond repair.

As Raito surveyed the battle field he noticed a pillar that was smashed into a building as if it was thrown and several long gouges in the ground from buildings being drug or pushed around. Tears start forming in his eyes as he trips over a rock and stumbles down a crater. Falling to his knees barely catching him self on his hands Raito realizes where he is. He look arround at the crater and sees blood splattered on its walls. Small holes pierce through some parts. In the very bottom of the crater is a deep puddle of crimson liquid. Raito wanted to get away but his body wouldn't let him. It just shut down. Tears flowed from his eyes as he fought his way up the side of the crater and rolled out on the ground next to it. Raito tries to scream out but makes no sound. He just lies there next to the blood filled crater sobbing and croaking. For hours this continued. The blood and tears forming a small puddle around his head. Suddenly he stopped and started pounding his hand on the ground muttering something in audible. He eventually is able to pull him self up to a sitting position.

Raito:(Thinking to self) DAMN!!!! This isn't over Raphael!

Raito suddenly stands up and starts walking with out hesitation. Without showing any pain or injury. Only showing confidence. It isn't long before he is at his squads barracks, at least what was left of it after all these battles. Turning over a pile of rubble he grabs a bag and fills it with different cloths and the broken remains of a couple pictures and gingerly places a narrow and long warped item in his bag. As he does this the item clanks and Raito pauses looking at the cloth wrapping the item before he continues. Then he puts on another shinigami uniform that is a little tattered but far better than what he was wearing. Then he turns and begins walking with the same stride as he straps the bag over his shoulder. Soon he reaches the 4th squad barracks and pushes open the door. Half way down the hall a small and skittish shinigami steps out of a room and sees Raito.

4th Squad Shinigami: C-c-c-Captain Raito...You should get to the ER...we still have a lot of people in there but you must be treated.

The whole time the shinigami was talking Raito keep walking not breaking his stride and not looking over at the boy.

4th Squad Shinigami:(Quickly running and stepping in front of Raito) Captain i insist.

Raito places his hand on the shinigamis face and throws him through the door to his right sending the shinigami crashing through the door and the small table in middle of the room. Raito makes his way down the hall to the improvised office that Iaso has been using as repairs were done all over. A note is on the door saying "Captain Commander is Out. No entry". Raito kicks the door open steps in and places the tattered remains of his captains cloak on the desk that is over flowing with papers. Raito then calmly walks out of the room. Then the 4th squad barracks as a few other members of 4ths squad help the injured ally thrown by Raito and hop out of Raito's way as he walks. Once getting out side Raito looks up at the sun then vanishes.

A Grim Future, The Looming Battles Await!

- A Few Hours After The Attacks On Soul Society –
The fights have died down as the surviving Kuroheki members made their escape shortly after Sengoku’s departure. Repairs are currently being made as Squad 4’s barracks continues to pile up as the injured keep coming in. Inside a room at the corner of the barracks lie Squad 10 Captain Biren and his Lieutenant Rake who is in critical condition. Bryce is standing in the corner of the room looking down at his younger brother. Biren appears to be sleep as some members of Squad 4 leave the room as Bryce watches them leave, suddenly Bryce’s expression changes from calm to annoyed. Bryce glances over to the window and sees Ariza standing there in the room.

Bryce: (annoyed) What do you want?

Ariza: Must you always act like it’s a burden to talk to me?

Bryce: Alright look, I know that I stayed with you guys for a while but the whole group thing just isn’t for me. The only reason I stayed with you guys was because I needed a place to stay, simple as that

Ariza: That’s all fine. I really don’t like having so many members on the team anyways… not like I can say that now though. (Anger appears on Ariza’s face.)

Bryce: Why’d you say that?

Ariza: Because! For some reason Miroku decided to let a bunch of people I’ve never even seen before join the team.

Bryce: Heh, that sounds like him. So why are you here? Trying to escape those new guys?

Ariza: No, I needed to ask you something about your fight. (Bryce’s expression changes again to a serious look.) What did the person look like that you fought?

Bryce: (pissed) You’d know if you’d backed me up like you were supposed to.

Ariza: I know I was supposed to back you up but I had to go back to the hideout when I felt all those energies suddenly appeared after that gargunta opened. That’s when I found all those people there and they told me was happening so I had to go to Hueco Mundo to rescue the others.

Bryce: Fine whatever; anyways it was some girl wearing a lot of fancy shit. You know… gold, jewels, fine robes… that kind of stuff.

Ariza: What happened in your fight?

Bryce: (sighs) Nothing! The bitch just started saying something about her leader leaving and said she had to as well. I tried to chase after her but some weird skeletons came out of the ground and blocked me.

Ariza: Skeletons?

Bryce: Yeah… I supposed they came from her bankai.

Ariza: (Thinking) That had to be her. (Now talking to Bryce) Thanks for the info. I’m gonna head back to the hideout, you coming?

Bryce: No, I’m gonna say here… at least until he gets better. (looks at Biren) I probably won’t be joining back up with you people but we’ll see.

Ariza: Good! Its too crowded anyways. (Ariza smiles back at Bryce but he still looks annoyed as Ariza walks out of the room.)

- At the front gate of Soul Society –
Squad 2 soul reapers are gathered around the front gates ready to warn the other squads if a new threat approaches. The squad members seem to be relaxed and carefree as they joke around and boast about how they didn’t receive a single wound during the invasion. Laughs fill the air until a dense feeling sudden falls upon them. The soul reapers quickly glance over to the gate and draw their swords as they feel the strong presence get closer. Suddenly the large gate begins to rise but only about 6 feet up. A bright light shines from under the opening as the figure of a man, wearing a large black cloak as bandages are wrapped around his upper body, is holding the gate up with one arm.

Soul Reaper 1: Who the hell is that!?

Soul Reaper 2: I don’t know but he just lifted the gate by himself.

The man starts to walk under the gate as his right hand holds it up. The soul reapers start to back up as their fear begins to overwhelm them. The man walks from under the gate and lets his hand down slowly so the gate doesn’t make a loud sound when it falls. The man stands there for a moment and then begins to walk towards the Squad 2 barracks. The soul reapers all move to the sides of the road as the man starts to walk past them.

Soul Reaper 1: Should we really be letting him walk around freely?

Soul Reaper 2: You want to try and stop him?

Soul Reaper 1: HELL NO! I know who that is and he’s not the guy to fuck with. Not many people can fight Head Captain Isao and live to tell about it.

The man stops as he over hears the two. The soul reapers look scared as he walks over to them and removes his hood to reveals that he is Miroku.

Miroku: Actually, Isao wasn’t even fighting with the intent to kill me that day so I would have to say he’s still a lot stronger than I am. Anyway, is Rena here? I need to talk to her.

Soul Reaper 1: That’s Captain Rena to you.

Miroku: (shocked) Captain? So it was Zane’s energy that vanished that day. Dammit... I’m sorry to offend you, but is your captain available?

Soul Reaper 2: Yes she is in the barracks.

Miroku: Thanks. (Miroku walks off)

- Inside Squad 2’s Barracks -
Rena blade is glowing gray as she appears to be crying as Isao is holding what looks to be a brand new captain’s robe that has Squad 2’s symbol on it.

Isao: I know how it feels to loose those close to you Rena, but according to Kichigai; your brother wanted you to be the new captain.

Rena: (crying) I’m not crying about that. I’m upset because I never had the chance to say goodbye.

Isao: I know its hard losing a loved one and sadly Zane won’t be the last. It’s a penalty of being a soul reaper. Please be strong Rena… your squad needs you.

Miroku: He’s right Rena.

Isao and Rena are shocked as the turn to the corner of the room and see Miroku standing there. Rena quickly jumps up and runs over to him and hugs him as she continues to cry.

Miroku: I’m sorry about Zane. I wish I could of done something to help him… if only I didn’t get held up.

Rena: Its not your fault; I know how close you and Zane were before you left. (Rena notices the bandages.) Are you okay?

Miroku: I’ll be fine. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t too depressed, but I need to talk to Isao for a moment so if you don’t mind…

Rena: I understand. (Rena reaches out her hand to Isao and he hands her the captain’s robe. Rena puts it on and walks out of the room as she wipes the tears from her eyes.)

Isao: From all those bandages you have plus the fact that I lost a good friend and captain in Zane. I have to assume that things didn’t go so well in Hueco Mundo.

Miroku: Your assumptions would be correct. From the looks of yourself I have to assume things weren’t good on this side either.

Isao: A group called Kuroheki attacked us.

Miroku: Kuroheki!?

Isao: You know of them?

Miroku: Not really, but I did fight a man that said he was the strongest subordinate under their leader.

Isao: Sengoku’s top man was there? So they are working together.

Miroku: Yeah, that guy stopped me from finishing Rey off.

Isao: Finishing him off? You were able to fight on par with him?

Miroku: Yeah, but it wasn’t because I was strong. One of Crow’s friends sacrificed himself to weaken him but the Kuroheki member stopped me. If it wasn’t for him; I would have killed him.

Isao: So he got lucky. (sighs) Don’t worry yourself with Rey anymore Miroku.

Miroku: What are you talking about?

Isao: I’ll pay him a visit myself and finish him.

Miroku: You can’t leave Soul Society to face Rey yourself! That’s suicide!

Isao: I know. (Miroku’s shocked)

Miroku: What the hell do you mean you know?

Isao: Face it, I sent Ryuu with Crow and his group first. Then I sent you and Zane there and it resulted in his death. I’m not gonna let anymore of you die by that man’s hands. I will personally take care of Rey myself.

Miroku: I’m coming with y…

Isao: NO! (Miroku stops) I can’t let you come with me.

Miroku: (yelling) Why not? Don’t tell me this has to do with your pride or something.

Isao: (calmly speaking) Miroku… you know… I never got the chance to apologize to you about Moriko.

Miroku: Shut-up!

Isao: I didn’t mean to hurt her that day. I had no idea that my bankai had such consequences.

Miroku: I SAID SHUT-UP!

Isao: I know you don’t want to hear this but its something that needed to be said. You don’t have to believe me when I say this but it’s the truth! I had every intention to break you out of prison all those years ago. (Miroku hangs his head down.) I know that’s hard to believe but I really was gonna throw everything away that night but they talked me out of it.

Miroku: I’m glad they did. (Isao looks at Miroku) Soul Society was going through a lot back then and they need you as Head Captain then. Plus, Mine would beat the hell out of you if you ever visited your Zanpaktou’s world.

Isao: (smile) I guess you have a point. (Both Isao and Miroku laugh.)

Miroku: (Miroku turns towards the door and starts to leave but he stops right before he opens the door.) I don’t blame you for what happened to Moriko, and its not like I suffered in prison since I only spent a few hour there. The way you talked about fighting Rey makes me think you expect to die there… is that the case?

Isao: Yes!

Miroku: (sighs) I want to change your mind but the conviction in your voice tells me nothing I say will affect you. (sighs) You were a great captain Isao and even though you’re old as hell compared to me… I didn’t mind having you as a brother-in-law. You don’t have to worry about us. Renee can handle things from here on.

Isao: Oh, I was kind of hoping you would come back.

Miroku: Heh, you should of seen how scared everyone is of me here. I remember years ago when I used to copy everything you did in hopes of someday taking your job, but my resolve has changed with every passing year. There’s no place for me in Soul Society anymore.

Isao: (Isao smiles) I want to change your mind but the conviction in your voice tells me nothing I say will affect you. (laughs)

Miroku: (smiles) Now whose copying who, heh. Well I got to go. Tell Renee to meet me at the Noble Shihon Household. I need to talk to her about somethings.

Isao: Will do… be safe Miroku.

Miroku: (Waving back as he walks away) Don’t worry about me old man. Just make sure you find a way to kill Rey! (Miroku vanishes)

Isao: (thinking) I wish I could of told you about Boa, but I can’t risk your life there. You’re too important to the future. (Isao pulls a picture out of his pocket and holds it up to his face. A tear falls down his face as he stares at the photo of Moriko and himself that was taken a few years before her death.) Don’t worry Moriko… your brother is doing fine.

The End!

Oh yeah, just a note for everyone. Whiteflame is asking that everyone do a short post for their captain to lead into the captain's meeting that he is plannig. This is for your current captains not after timeskip captains. thank you.

-the after math of a war-


-Nabimaru had indeed killed a darklord and was on his way to Isao when he had felt the two vey heavy spirtual presure's which made him re-consider , Nabimaru spent of his time attending to the wounded with asstaint captain of fourth squad Reiku he felt like he wasn't being much of a help but who was he to complain , he knew Isao was going to give him trouble for sure he had lost his Haori in the midist of all this Nabimaru laughed- "so Reiku are you fine go off on your own ?" -Reiku smiled and nodded- "yes, Captain I'm fine , you should head to the head commander's office and tell him about the 4th divisons state i'm not sure our barracks are in any shape to hold the wounded" -Nabimaru smiled- "your barracks are ment for this you guys will be fine" -Reiku sighed- "but you lost , two of your squad members and almost your own life while protecting my barracks" -reiku nearly was in tears , Nabimaru smiled- "Zekkou and Soka will be deeply missed but right now as a captain I have bigger things to worry about , and i'm sure Eisaku-kun will need your help Reiku-chan" -Reiku smiled- "okay" -she shunpoed off, Nabimaru himself looked at the tower witch was the head-commander's office he saw even it had suffered great damage , Isao himself must of been injured in this bloody war , Nabimaru could barely believe that the head commander was struggleing , Nabimaru clenched his fists- "damn it all" -he shunpoed off and quickly appeared in the first squad barracks noticeing a few other captains showing up- "oh great a captains meeting" -Nabimaru walked into the meeting room-