Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Demon of the Rukon District ❯ Twenty-Five Years later ( Chapter 2 )
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By: OmniaVanitus 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.21.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 137 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Mystery | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.21.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 137 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters thereof, but I do claim the creative liberties to this story and the original characters.
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Twenty-Five Years Later
It was early morning when Kaminari stepped to the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below. She stood tall over the ridge as the wind blew through her rich brown hair, long since freed from the mud it had once been encrusted in. The yukata she wore left her arm bare, providing a glimpse of her strength and revealing the butterfly-shaped Homonka left behind courtesy of Suì-Feng.
Faded and worn, the ever present pink kimono lay draped over her shoulders, concealing the small bundle fast asleep on her back. Black hair peeked out from under the collar as the boy slept with his head pillowed on her shoulder. His arms pushed through the sleeves and hands fisted in the threadbare material. Feeling him stir, she craned her neck and watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Are we there yet,” Ryuko mumbled through a yawn.
“Almost,” she said, pointing to a village in the distance. “It’s just over there.”
On the horizon she could see their destination, a small town in West Rukongia where the barefooted denizens were already bustling to prepare for the upcoming festival. They’d been traveling for days and now that the little town was in sight she could practically taste the sweet rice wine that would be flowing freely.
They continued on and had reached the edge of the valley when Kaminari stopped suddenly, her hand falling to the hilt of the zanpakuto strapped horizontally on her back. In a flash her weapon was drawn, deflecting several throwing stars just as they were surrounded by several men. Black cloth kept their faces hidden and though they wore clothing similar to that of the Stealth Force, the crest on their uniform was not that of the Onmitsukido.
Ryuko jumped from Kaminari’s back and took his stance behind her, readying himself to fight as the masked men surrounding them pulled out their swords. One of the men lunged at him, swinging his weapon as he did, but Ryuko dodged the blow and used the man’s momentum to flip him over, sending him crashing to the ground. Another assailant approached with his blade level. The boy grabbed his wrist before he could attack and sent a hard kick to man’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
Sparks flew as Kaminari blocked her opponent’s sword with hers and countered with a move of her own. A moment later and he was sent sprawling to the ground with a gaping wound in his chest where two more of his comrades met the same fate. She rounded on the last one, their swords clashing as they fought.
He was breathing hard, but Ryuko had finally managed to knockout the two men he’d been fighting. Standing triumphantly over them, he watched on as Kaminari continued battling their last attacker, memorizing the way her muscles shifted with each swing of her blade. His eyes widened suddenly then, but more out of shock than pain.
Blocking and attacking each other in turn, the masked man threw another shuriken towards her. Kaminari flash stepped out of the way only to reappear behind him where she impaled her zanpakuto through his back. As he fell to the ground dead she looked back towards Ryuko, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the small blade she had just dodged sticking out of his chest.
“Kami-” he gasped out when she rushed over to him.
“Shh,” she said, her hand reaching for the protruding object, feeling an oily substance coating the edge the made her fingers tingle and burn.
Poison.
She pressed a hand to his wound while the other dug into a pouch she kept hidden in her yukata, pulling out a small red gem. She urged him to eat it and when he did, the bruises and cuts he’d received began to heal, but the poisoned gash in his chest remained unaffected. There was little she could do, but gather him up into her arms and flash step them to the only place where she knew he could get help.
She arrived at the West Gate in a matter of moments, quickly flashing an entry permit. By the time she finally reached the Fourth, the boy’s breathing had become shallow and his pulse thready. She told them what had happened, giving them the star so they could analyze the poison coating its sharp edges, and in a blur, the healers had carted Ryuko off to surgery.
Left alone in a waiting room, Kaminari sat distraughtly with her head in her hands until she felt an arm wrap around her. Looking up she saw the Eighth Division captain and she returned his embrace, letting herself be comforted as they waited together.
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Water beat down on her skin, washing away the traces of blood she was only vaguely aware of; some of which had belonged to Ryuko. They had waited three hours before Captain Unohana herself came to them with an update on the boy’s condition.
“He’s stable,” she had said. “We were able to close his wound and negate the effects of the poison.” He would live, and with only a small scar as a reminder. Kaminari had never been so relieved.
A shy, wide-eyed looking healer led Shunsui and her through the maze of corridors to Ryuko’s room where they were keeping him overnight. He was small for his age, and lying sedated there on the bed made him look even smaller. She was almost surprised; she’d half expected to see a mass of tubes coming from his body and was grateful to only see the single IV drip.
They had stayed for awhile before Kyoraku led her out of the Fourth, pausing only long enough for her to drape the worn out kimono over the sleeping boy’s form. Through the streets of Seireitei and into the Thirteenth Division, she was greeted with a warm smile and an offer of a hot shower which she readily accepted. It had been awhile since she’d seen either of them and Ryuko could never wait to be spoiled with the chocolate and toys Jushiro always seemed to have on hand.
When Kaminari emerged from the shower, she found the two captains drinking tea as they waited for her. Taking a seat next to them she took a sip from her own proffered cup.
“Has this happened before,” Shunsui finally asked, “you being attacked that is.”
“Bandits are common in the lower Rukongia.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he scolded.
Kaminari hesitated. “We’ve been attacked three times before at the shrine.”
“Do you know who they were, why they attacked you,” Jushiro asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, “but they wore this.” She pulled out a piece of fabric she had torn from one of their uniforms during the fight. On it was the crest.
“I’m not familiar with this insignia,” he said thoughtfully, passing the material to the other captain. “Maybe we can find out some information for you,” he offered.
“Thank you,” Kaminari said gratefully.
They let their conversation drift as they continued talking until eventually Lieutenant Ise came to retrieve her captain and Kaminari decided to return to the Fourth Division. She accepted Jushiro’s offer to be escorted back, but as they were making their way through the Seireitei a baldheaded shinigami suddenly appeared before them, blocking their way.
“That’s as far you go, Demon of Rukongia!”
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Twenty-Five Years Later
It was early morning when Kaminari stepped to the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below. She stood tall over the ridge as the wind blew through her rich brown hair, long since freed from the mud it had once been encrusted in. The yukata she wore left her arm bare, providing a glimpse of her strength and revealing the butterfly-shaped Homonka left behind courtesy of Suì-Feng.
Faded and worn, the ever present pink kimono lay draped over her shoulders, concealing the small bundle fast asleep on her back. Black hair peeked out from under the collar as the boy slept with his head pillowed on her shoulder. His arms pushed through the sleeves and hands fisted in the threadbare material. Feeling him stir, she craned her neck and watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
“Are we there yet,” Ryuko mumbled through a yawn.
“Almost,” she said, pointing to a village in the distance. “It’s just over there.”
On the horizon she could see their destination, a small town in West Rukongia where the barefooted denizens were already bustling to prepare for the upcoming festival. They’d been traveling for days and now that the little town was in sight she could practically taste the sweet rice wine that would be flowing freely.
They continued on and had reached the edge of the valley when Kaminari stopped suddenly, her hand falling to the hilt of the zanpakuto strapped horizontally on her back. In a flash her weapon was drawn, deflecting several throwing stars just as they were surrounded by several men. Black cloth kept their faces hidden and though they wore clothing similar to that of the Stealth Force, the crest on their uniform was not that of the Onmitsukido.
Ryuko jumped from Kaminari’s back and took his stance behind her, readying himself to fight as the masked men surrounding them pulled out their swords. One of the men lunged at him, swinging his weapon as he did, but Ryuko dodged the blow and used the man’s momentum to flip him over, sending him crashing to the ground. Another assailant approached with his blade level. The boy grabbed his wrist before he could attack and sent a hard kick to man’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
Sparks flew as Kaminari blocked her opponent’s sword with hers and countered with a move of her own. A moment later and he was sent sprawling to the ground with a gaping wound in his chest where two more of his comrades met the same fate. She rounded on the last one, their swords clashing as they fought.
He was breathing hard, but Ryuko had finally managed to knockout the two men he’d been fighting. Standing triumphantly over them, he watched on as Kaminari continued battling their last attacker, memorizing the way her muscles shifted with each swing of her blade. His eyes widened suddenly then, but more out of shock than pain.
Blocking and attacking each other in turn, the masked man threw another shuriken towards her. Kaminari flash stepped out of the way only to reappear behind him where she impaled her zanpakuto through his back. As he fell to the ground dead she looked back towards Ryuko, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the small blade she had just dodged sticking out of his chest.
“Kami-” he gasped out when she rushed over to him.
“Shh,” she said, her hand reaching for the protruding object, feeling an oily substance coating the edge the made her fingers tingle and burn.
Poison.
She pressed a hand to his wound while the other dug into a pouch she kept hidden in her yukata, pulling out a small red gem. She urged him to eat it and when he did, the bruises and cuts he’d received began to heal, but the poisoned gash in his chest remained unaffected. There was little she could do, but gather him up into her arms and flash step them to the only place where she knew he could get help.
She arrived at the West Gate in a matter of moments, quickly flashing an entry permit. By the time she finally reached the Fourth, the boy’s breathing had become shallow and his pulse thready. She told them what had happened, giving them the star so they could analyze the poison coating its sharp edges, and in a blur, the healers had carted Ryuko off to surgery.
Left alone in a waiting room, Kaminari sat distraughtly with her head in her hands until she felt an arm wrap around her. Looking up she saw the Eighth Division captain and she returned his embrace, letting herself be comforted as they waited together.
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Water beat down on her skin, washing away the traces of blood she was only vaguely aware of; some of which had belonged to Ryuko. They had waited three hours before Captain Unohana herself came to them with an update on the boy’s condition.
“He’s stable,” she had said. “We were able to close his wound and negate the effects of the poison.” He would live, and with only a small scar as a reminder. Kaminari had never been so relieved.
A shy, wide-eyed looking healer led Shunsui and her through the maze of corridors to Ryuko’s room where they were keeping him overnight. He was small for his age, and lying sedated there on the bed made him look even smaller. She was almost surprised; she’d half expected to see a mass of tubes coming from his body and was grateful to only see the single IV drip.
They had stayed for awhile before Kyoraku led her out of the Fourth, pausing only long enough for her to drape the worn out kimono over the sleeping boy’s form. Through the streets of Seireitei and into the Thirteenth Division, she was greeted with a warm smile and an offer of a hot shower which she readily accepted. It had been awhile since she’d seen either of them and Ryuko could never wait to be spoiled with the chocolate and toys Jushiro always seemed to have on hand.
When Kaminari emerged from the shower, she found the two captains drinking tea as they waited for her. Taking a seat next to them she took a sip from her own proffered cup.
“Has this happened before,” Shunsui finally asked, “you being attacked that is.”
“Bandits are common in the lower Rukongia.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he scolded.
Kaminari hesitated. “We’ve been attacked three times before at the shrine.”
“Do you know who they were, why they attacked you,” Jushiro asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, “but they wore this.” She pulled out a piece of fabric she had torn from one of their uniforms during the fight. On it was the crest.
“I’m not familiar with this insignia,” he said thoughtfully, passing the material to the other captain. “Maybe we can find out some information for you,” he offered.
“Thank you,” Kaminari said gratefully.
They let their conversation drift as they continued talking until eventually Lieutenant Ise came to retrieve her captain and Kaminari decided to return to the Fourth Division. She accepted Jushiro’s offer to be escorted back, but as they were making their way through the Seireitei a baldheaded shinigami suddenly appeared before them, blocking their way.
“That’s as far you go, Demon of Rukongia!”