Tell your children...
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There is something to be said, I think, at how calm I became when I saw the destruction. "Holy shit." Well, not calm. I was more incredulous than calm. A very real, very sizable part of me could not understand and did not want to believe what was in front of me. The Soul Society was on fire. "What the hell is this?"
Yoruichi looked at me, "You mean you don't know?"
"Soul Society being on fire isn't supposed to happen, yet!"
The cry that exited Yoruichi's throat was something between an incredulous cry and a startled screech, "…YET?!!" She stared at me, "Poe…! Everything is… This is destruction on a scale that is just…" She sputtered, "I…"
"We shouldn't be out in the open," Uryu trailed as he stepped out of the amazing van, "If the Soul Society is as much of a warzone as it looks, we should find cover."
"Good idea!" I hopped back into the van of awesome and turned the ignition… It snapped, crackled, popped, and stopped. "…I don't like that noise…"
Orihime frowned, "It sounds like something is wrong with the engine."
"…All three of them?" I asked her. Still, it was the best we had to go on… I kneeled over and checked under the van of – holy shit!
"SKREEEEE-!!"
I punched the remaining thing in the mask-face-head and watched it collapse like a broken doll. With my other hand, I dragged it out by its ripped, white robes and dropped its body in front of us – already, it was in the process of decaying into spirit particles… or whatever the hell it was made of.
Shishigawara pressed himself against the van, "Oh my god what the hell no! What is that thing?!"
"It's a Blank," Yoruichi answered for him, "And it should not be here."
That was an understatement. Blanks were souls lacking memories, usually coalescing into the Valley of Screams. And the Valley of Screams was in the Dangai… The Dangai we were just in… the Dangai without a Kototsu… When I thought about it, things started to sort of make sense.
Blanks were made when souls got lost in the Dangai. And when a lot of them got lost, they would form the Valley. Their memories would become energy and combine into a "Memory Rosary" which would then appear in the Living World. However, there was something left out of that explanation.
If the Kototsu existed in the Dangai to cleanse and erase intruders, then the only way for the Blanks to form their Valley of Screams was if the Kototsu was not present. If the Kototsu didn't run its route for a long time, it was entirely likely that the Valley of Screams would form that much faster – at least, compared to the timing of the Soul Society and Living World.
In short, no Kototsu meant that the Valley would form. If the Valley formed, it would have an inordinately large amount of time to build upon itself until the Kototsu ran around to blow it all up. If that happened, presumably, the "Memory Rosary" in the Living World would probably die – the source of its power would have disappeared, wouldn't it? The forms that once held those memories…?
But there were hundreds of Blanks, thousands of them, and there was no sign of them stopping. More than that, they were hostile. These things weren't being guided by any intelligence; they were just hunting us. The Blanks were trying to…
"They were trying to eat us." I murmured, "Yoruichi, Blanks are just souls without memories, right? So where's their Chain of Fate?"
"We have bigger problems than that, Poe," she tried to sway the conversation.
I shook my head, "No. No we do not. Those Blanks were trying to eat us. That is so far outside their normal behavior I don't know where to begin. They had swords, they had…" my eyes went wide, "They had swords and masks." I felt the blood run out of me as I paled and swayed, "Oh my god…"
The Blanks were developing Shinigami and Hollow powers. I did not know how they were doing this, but they were. And without the Kototsu to keep them in check, they were developing these abilities and traits unregulated. How much time was passing for them in the Dangai? I did not know the answer, I still don't. But enough time had passed that the Blanks were becoming independent of their Rosary.
Uryu was the voice of reason, "As horrifying as this all is, we can't get out of here with the van. We're going to have to find help on foot." He looked to Yoruichi, "Urahara mentioned a safe house."
Yoruichi looked ill, "Right… He did." She took a deep breath and composed herself. There wasn't much else she could do, admittedly, but every little bit helped. "Let's go. Everyone, stick close."
I looked at my van and, reluctantly, departed. I considered asking Orihime to help fix it, but… that wouldn't work, would it? It didn't work before, why would it now? I looked up in thought. The sun was high in the sky; there weren't many clouds… if not for the smoke and fire this would have been a beautiful day.
-x-
For the most part, the route Yoruichi took us through was filled with houses already burnt out. To a limited extent I was thankful there weren't any bodies to trip over. Souls dispersed upon death in the Soul Society, they would just return to the cycle of reincarnation.
Still, for the bodies to have disappeared so quickly meant that they didn't have much power to them… It didn't matter. I'd already been in one too many burning buildings with screaming people inside, "Why are we sticking together in a group?" I asked.
Ichigo answered me, "You want us to split up in a warzone?"
"Point," I nodded, "Here's my counter: What are the chances that the safe house hasn't already been hit?"
"It depends," Yoruichi answered, "Where we're going, it's far enough away from the Seireitei that if the fighting started there, it should be untouched. But if the fighting started in the Rukongai, we might have bigger problems."
She craned her head and saw something in the distance. A small smile crossed her face. "We found it?" Orihime asked her.
"We found it." Yoruichi confirmed.
Good. I didn't want to stay here any longer than I had to. It was while we were rushing through the burnt out part of the Rukongai that something attacked us. A group of men wearing… things on their arms…
I drew my sheath and pushed fire through it, immediately cutting one down. When I turned to see Yoruichi, she'd already dealt with four of them. Uryu was pinning another two, and Shishigawara was just hammering on one of the poor sods.
Orihime… holy crap, Orihime just massacred half of them. And Ichigo just stood there and gaped. "Uh, guys…?" He trailed, "They're getting back up."
What.
The people who surrounded us were dressed like, well, I don't want to say ninja. But they were dressed like ninja. And they were dead… and still getting up. The things on their arms looked like swords, but reached through their limbs to control their bodies – probably making them work before they faded away.
"Oh what the fuck?" Shishigawara hissed. He threw a punch that broke one of the walking things in two. "They're dead, right?"
Ichigo acted, finally, striking down another three with one swing. Orihime… looked a little bored as she had Tsubaki bum rush a dozen of them. That was until one of them got too close and – the undead ninja thing exploded almost immediately into fading gore from one shot. Uryu notched another spirit arrow and fired.
Meanwhile, I acted in the best interests of the group by cutting another one of the… beings… in half and looking down a road. "We've got trouble! More are coming!"
"How many more?!" Ichigo called to me from the other side of what was growing into a battlefield.
I turned to look and start counting, "…Can I say too many? I kind of lost count at, uh…" my eyes widened, "Oh wow, we're about to get fuuucked…"
"Goddamnit Poe!" Ichigo snapped and split a zombie assassin vertically. His parts collapsed to the ground and quickly faded. "Yoruichi, any ideas?!"
"Working on it!" She disappeared. And in a moment, she stood again having landed in the same place she – oh wow, I did not know people could be sliced up quite that way… Slipping knives into her socks, because of course the former head of the Stealth Corp would have a hidden knife collection on her person; she took a quick look around, "Is everyone alright?"
I frowned and looked back the way of the reinforcements only to see corpses destroyed beyond any hope of moving. "Peachy." was my reply. Was it odd that I felt like I barely did anything? I took out less than half a dozen of these guys before Yoruichi just swept them all away… I felt almost cheated.
"Great," she turned, "In that case, let's go."
-x-
Kukaku's home was… a mess. The cannons sticking out the top were snapped and destroyed, the area all around it looked like the scene of – I've used battle and warzone too often. It looked like a group of elephants broke into a rhinoceros' home; gang raped it, and then proceeded to trample all the earth around with body slams and fire.
Or I could have just called it a battlefield. That would have been equally accurate. The hands that held up her name had signs of recent, sloppy repairs. And when we went to the door, we were greeted by a tired Kukaku. Her wood arm was shattered and she was holding a sword in her other.
Before I could ask how she opened the door, Ganju slowly revealed himself. "Friends, sis?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yeah. They're friendly. Yoruichi…" a small smile crept across her weary face. It didn't look too happy. "…I thought you'd be a cat."
"Well, circumstances kind of made that impossible," Yoruichi shrugged. She wanted to ask if Kukaku was alright, I'm sure she did, but we had other matters to deal with. "Is…"
"Suì-Fēng's alright. Her Lieutenant died before you could get here, though."
Uryu adjusted his glasses, "I don't want to interrupt, but what happened here?"
Kukaku made to snap at him for doing exactly that before Ganju's hand pressed against her un-bandaged shoulder. The siblings shared a look. She shut her eyes and replied, "A civil war happened. Suì-Fēng was right at the forefront of it, so you'd be best off asking her for the full story."
"And for the short story?" I asked.
Kukaku scowled, "I just told you. Civil war."
I nodded, "Oh, well, good. For a second, I was worried that it was because of the Hollow army of Blanks with Zanpakuto building in the Dangai." I maintained my small smile for only a moment before I realized just how quiet things had gotten.
"…You must be 'Poe'." Kukaku deadpanned. I wasn't sure whether to be depressed or impressed that she was able to guess my name. Did Yoruichi really tell Kukaku to identify me as the bearer of bad news? Is that how she remembered my name? It would have been comical if it wasn't so sad, "The kid with the glasses is the Quincy, and I don't know what that girl is… or that punk."
"My name's actually Shishi-" he started, but was stopped.
"Shut it."
"Yes, ma'am."
She stared at him for a moment before focusing her attention on Ichigo, "And you must be the Substitute Shinigami." Her gaze switched to her brother, "Ganju, let the guests in. And get me my pipe." The second demand was really more of a grumble.
-x-
Suì-Fēng was on a small bed in a back room staring at the ceiling. Orihime was already in the process of healing her. Lit with the glow of her power, we stood in that room and watched silently.
"Lady Yoruichi…" Suì-Fēng spoke, "…I failed you."
Yoruichi was quick to reply, "You didn't fail anyone, Suì-Fēng."
"I did!" she cried, "There was a traitor in our midst… for years he served us, and he just…" she chocked, "This kind of security breach is what the Onmitsukido is for. We exist to deal with issues like this and we just…"
Yoruichi shook her head, "We never could have predicted that Aizen would have done this. We… This was unprecedented." Suì-Fēng stared at Yoruichi. In the quiet of the room, I could hear by heart pounding in my ears. It smelled like gunpowder and medicine.
The sun was already starting to set, I noticed. The fires couldn't burn forever; they were already fading out one after another. Perhaps night wasn't falling? Perhaps the smoke was just blotting out the sky? I hoped none of the cinders would reach our flimsy safe house. It was all we had, at this point.
When her injuries had faded away, she leaned up and crossed an arm over her lap, supporting her head with her other hand, "Aizen…?" she asked, "Aizen didn't do anything."
…Huh? Did Aizen hypnotize her? It could have happened, but he never showed the ability to just straight-up alter memories completely. Aizen was powerful, but at the end of the day he was an illusionist before a hypnotist. He couldn't just make people do as he ordered them to, he had to either force them with power or coerce them by being… well, himself.
For someone else to have beaten him to the punch in damaging the Soul Society to this extent, it was outrageous. Wide eyes all around, we looked at her in confusion. "If the man we came here to stop didn't do this…" Orihime trailed, biting her lip, "If Aizen didn't do this, then who did?"
Well wasn't that the question?
-x-
One Foot on the Platform
OR: One Foot on the Train
End-27