Chapter Seventy-Eight (Bleach)
Genryusai Yamamoto sipped his green tea calmly, his eyes softly burning as he took in the appearance of the duo. His office looked thoroughly thrashed, and coffin-like and seal-covered boxes seemed to litter one side of it. Not a single strand of hair was out of place on his head. His sword stood in the crook of his left arm, his right hand upon the handle. He raised a single eyebrow at the duo's presence, and then nodded.
"Master of Death," he said, "and...Superbia, was it?"
The hulking man nodded, dropping his cowl to reveal the Slivers' typical head crest.
"Just call me Harry," the Master of Death said, "Master of Death sounds pompous when it's said by someone that looks older than me," he added. He glanced at the boxes. "People giving you trouble?"
"The usual," Genryusai acquiesced. "They are incapable of equating old age with speed, and thus they end up trapped faster than they can make their demands. They are the lucky ones. The ones that I allow to make demands usually anger me enough that they are the ones I cut down."
Superbia nodded. "As expected from one of father's trusted friends, even these many pose no threat to you," he spoke with a fond smile. "We don't have time to waste," he continued. "Father's life might be in danger, and if his life is in danger, then everything in the Multiverse is in danger too."
"I know that all too well," Genryusai said.
"Then do you know anyone from his past that would hold a grudge so powerful they'd have no fear in kidnapping him and angering the Dragon?" Harry asked, only for Genryusai to chuckle in return.
"The list is so long, even giving it to you would be meaningless. Though it might console you to know that to date, only one Planeswalker has eluded the Tyrant's laws," Genryusai said, placing his empty cup of green tea on the desk by his side. "Though if he has eluded him for so long..." the leader of the Gotei Thirteen looked at Harry, who in turn held the gaze back, not a single emotion betraying his face. "Ezio Auditore from Firenze if I am not wrong," Genryusai said.
"I know where to find him," Harry said, "But I don't think he did it. He's an assassin, not a thief."
"Those who do not follow the laws are only a single minute away from committing crimes," Genryusai replied stiffly. "Either you follow the rules, or you do not. And if you don't, then what is the difference between theft and murder if not the thrill that one receives from it?"
Harry shook his head. "I'm not gonna bother talking you out of your ideas," he raised both hands in mock surrender. "Well, I guess we can go ask him if he hid the sleeping beauty in his castle."
"Ah, you too believe father to be a beautiful existence?" Superbia said suddenly, eyes glinting as he looked at Harry. The cloak that covered his body began to shift, glinting light starting to reveal itself beneath it. The Master of Death blinked once, very, very carefully. Harry had the feeling he was trudging on a minefield, and for some reasons unknown even to him, he feared to find out how deep the rabbit hole went. "What a joyous thing to know! I was holding myself back from commenting on father's absolutely adorable eyebrows, but since you have revealed your true nature, then I guess-"
"Please do not get naked in my office, Superbia," Genryusai said flatly. His eyes burned as he spoke, power thrumming through his frame. Superbia seemingly deflated, and then turned to look at Harry with a small smile.
"I can give you a card to my father's fan club later, Harry! I can call you Harry too, can I? As fellow lovers of father's perfection, there is no need for stuffy titles!"
"Did...your father...create you like this?" Harry asked, his face showcasing all possible forms of expression that could define shock, surprise, and bewilderment coupled with the need of an adult. Though he was the adult, so he had to grit his teeth.
"Of course not! Father believes that every individual capable of free will should grow himself up and become his own person! I was awed by his bedtime stories, and decided to dedicate my life to bringing the glory that is father to the masses!" he pulled out from his cloak, courtesy of a tentacle, a thick and large tome. "I've been writing a book on his life! Well, more like the events he told me!"
Harry stared at Superbia, and then he stared at the book.
Superbia looked at the book, and then looked at Harry.
Genryusai simply massaged his face, and said nothing more as the duo disappeared from his sight.
"On the twenty-second year of father's existence, he came across a field of bones and skulls, a dark volcano spewing forth dust and toxic clouds in the land of Mordor," Superbia said as he and Harry departed, the wizard holding on to Superbia's scruff of the neck as the Sliver Apex had the book open and was clutching on to it tightly with both hands. "He battled him upon fields of lava and deep into caves covered in magma, and with bellowing furor dragged his soul into the maws of his hungry children, ripping to shreds all that he was for the glory of the Hive!" he giggled as he turned a page. "It's been a while since I last read it. I've been hibernating for a long while."
"Why?" Harry asked as the Blind Eternities spanned all around them.
"Don't know," Superbia replied. "Father came to me one day since he created me incapable of connecting to the rest of the Hive and vice-versa. He wanted me free to think my own thoughts, but...so, anyway, I was knee deep in horrible baby-eating orcs who were faithless heathens to the glory of Father when father came and told me that I had to go to sleep. He had something big to prepare, and he needed lots and lots of energy."
"You don't know what it was?" Harry asked, only for Superbia to giggle as he turned another page.
"No," Superbia said. "Father's will is inscrutable when he wishes for it. I had faith in father, and once he woke us up again I headed right over to his rescue as was proper for his most beloved son," there was smugness in his voice. "I'm his firstborn, so I have to set an example for everyone else."
"It's strange," Harry said. "Why is it that he needs to give you energy?"
"So we don't go eating everything and everyone," Superbia said. "We could survive by consuming meat and flesh, or by draining mana from Leylines. That would bring exponential destruction to the Multiverse however, and father doesn't want that. So he sustains us through his might and power, allowing us to grow at a sustainable rate."
"Should you be telling me this?" Harry asked.
"Should I not? The glory that is Father should be told to everyone! His will is absolute, his strength unchallenged, his cunning second to none," Superbia gushed with his voice rising into trills, "And so whoever kidnapped father in his moment of weakness is going to suffer. We'll make them pay. We'll make them pay so, so much that only when the Multiverse dies we will let them go," he added with a voice filled with candid joy.
Harry held on slightly tighter to Superbia's scruff of the neck. "You should let me do the talking."
"That's fine," Superbia said. "I'll do the mind-raping."
Harry's feet landed on soft moist ground which, considering the smell, couldn't be anything else but manure. Superbia landed on his back inside a big pile of it, and yet as he hastily rolled to the side and got back up, the dung didn't even cling to his cloak.
"There will be no mind-reading," Harry said.
"Of course I'm not going to read his mind," Superbia replied, blinking slowly as if not understanding where the problem was. "I'm going to rape his mind. Tear it to shreds. Turn it to mush. After all, he is one of father's enemies. He has killed other Planeswalkers, so he must be killed in turn."
Harry sighed and waved a hand in front of Superbia. The next second, the Sliver found himself turned to stone.
"You wait here," Harry said as he began to walk across the long lines of grapevines towards the beautiful looking castle that overlooked the entirety of the fields all around it. The banner of the Assassins fluttered on the castle walls.
There even was a moat surrounding the castle itself, but before it, there was a small metallic mail box with a red button beneath it to ring if one wanted to talk with those inside the castle.
Harry pushed the button.
"Hello Harry," the voice that came through the speaker was rich and suffused with the thrumming power of youth and good looks, even though it was only the voice, it would have been enough to make any woman and even a lot of men feel their knees wobble from just how fascinating it was. "What can I do for you, my friend?"
"You don't happen to have the Tyrant inside your castle, do you?" Harry asked.
"...I'll lower the drawbridge and you can explain what's been going on while I hid here," Ezio said as the drawbridge began to slowly lower. "Also, I have a bottle of red wine that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
Harry smiled.
He ordered the wine of his bar from him, after all.