[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Two Weeks Previously
Though with a more serious face than before, Junko was able to spend the rest of the day with Mizu after the autopsy had been completed. The other squad members, reports in hand, were on their way and nothing lie before them afterward that was more strenuous than usual. Typically she would be back to her usual bouncy nature yet the image of the Captain's face would not leave her. There was something that was concerning him deeply, yet as he typically did he would keep such matters to himself. Bright eyes wandering down to the badge she donned, sheepish fingers removed the wooden gift and tucked it away in her pocket. It would be returned to the Captain as soon as he arrived. With Omoni's possible then definite departure Junko had never considered who would take her place. Accepting the badge and post had been unofficial in every way and had been simply both of their ways of coping. Accepting the position and rooting Omoni on was all she had been capable of at the time. The feeling had now faded and a fraudulent sensation began to take its place.
Surprised once more she received the promotion officially when Yu returned to Fourth Division. Devoid of any type of celebration or even excitement the role was given to her before the Captain once again retreated into solitude. Junko didn't require a pat on the back from him over the promotion. It had hurt her slightly however that the man seemed to have arrived at such a conclusion because it was a seemingly obvious choice or he had no other and simply needed to fill the spot. Although she wished to receive the same confidence that Omoni had displayed, she could not truly fault Yu. He had lost the one person in the squad who had almost constantly been at his side. Junko had carried a heavy heart over her loss despite seeing her no more or less with her now in a different Division. She couldn't allow herself to let both of their aches bar her from doing her best.
Present Day
Shusuke was watching as Junko inspected his wrist carefully. She had told him repeatedly it was a minor injury that he was only prolonging by not allowing it to rest. Sitting back in her chair with a bemused look on her face as he complained she voiced her thoughts on the matter. Though her tone was sharp, when she reached for him once more to finish with the examination she couldn't help but give a small smile. One of the few fellow Shinigami she could now call a friend. The man had pushed her-with very little convincing necessary- to unwind and socialize more. Her time had been spent training as well as cooped up in exam rooms, conference rooms or her new office. Even before she had focused completely on her work. The idea of having a friend was far from her mind. Although she viewed Mizu fondly, it was a relationship that centered around their work. She clicked her tongue at the thought. So much time spent training him yet not near enough getting to know him better. That would change soon enough.
Glancing back up at Shusuke she gave his wrist a light smack. "I declare you fully healed," With that she let him go, a smile on her face as she pushed her chair away from him and began to write in his chart. When he spoke her gaze returned to his face, her lips pressed together tightly. Concern rolled across her face unmasked. There was much about the situation she found unsettling, but all the more it made for an even busier day. Undoubtedly her Captain would be calling for her and others soon for their assignments. She worried for the man. Not due to a weakness she saw in him, just a simple care for his well-being and her inability to understand the reason why he was being forced.
Making herself smile she gave a nod to his words. Ninth had their hands full as well practically taking care of the entire event by themselves. Both of them were looking down on a very long and difficult day. "Good luck on your duties today and don't work too hard. We'll have to meet after the games for a drink," She gave him a small wave as he let himself out, now very familiar with her office and Fourth's barracks.
Turning back to the file on her desk she set on finishing with it when the door's closing was halted. The nurse appeared a bit flustered, though her relayed message was clear. Signing off on the paperwork she slammed the folder shut, handing it to the nurse on her way out of the room with a grateful bow of her head. Making her way to the lobby she nearly bumped Mizu who arrived at the same time as she, her gaze focused on the intensity of their Captain's face. Her face straightened uncomfortably again, though now it was guilt rising. Though feeling it necessary to offer her aid to him whenever she had given him a wide berth the last couple weeks in preparation for the games. There were no words of confidence or comfort she could offer the man. He needed to think and prepare on his own. Or so she thought. Perhaps she should have approached him before that day. It was difficult for her to know the proper actions in certain situations with her new position.
Body rigid, full attention on the Captain as he spoke. His first words were of no surprise and a relief to hear. Preparations had been made, leaving them only to focus on their work rather than setting up as well. However, his next warning made her face grim once more. Was he preparing to not return himself? Was he concerned that they would not survive an assignment in the World of the Living? Junko steeled herself in the face of his fears. Unlike Omoni she had no experience in the field, despite wishing for such for so many years. There was no certainty in her own self that she would survive such a situation yet she would not allow these fears to be shown to Yu.
"Yes, si-" cut off from her affirmation, preparing for Yu to leave before them, a blue-haired man rushed in loudly. Two shinigami accompanied him, bound by Kido to preserve them the best he could. Eyeing the barriers that were placed around the two she examined them from where she stood as nurses bounded forward with gurneys. Using their own techniques to allow the man to release the shields that had helped sustain the two men's lives, they worked alongside him as he was told when to deconstruct his work as it was replaced by theirs. The men were promptly rushed away to a nearby trauma room.
A look of annoyance was obvious on Yu's face. Junko felt it somewhat as well, curious how and why such extensive injuries would happen before the brutal games even began. Moving closer to the Captain she put her hand out, stopping him from approaching. "Captain, this is my part as well. Please allow us to attend to them so you are not late. I assure you Mizu-kun and I will both be at our stations before the games have started,"
Her eyes bore into him, begging for his faith in this moment. However there was no time to await his reply for any of them and with that she bowed deeply before turning, taking a light hold of Mizu's elbow and pulling him along with her for a moment before rushing after the nurses who had just departed. Teeth grit as she made her way down the hallway, her mouth felt like it wouldn't be possible to open with how tense her jaw had become. She hadn't exactly issued orders or anything to that extent but it had felt somewhat disrespectful to have behaved toward her Captain the way she had. As she approached the man on the gurney furthest from the door, the Lieutenant of Fifth it appeared, she took a deep breath. There was no time for any of them to worry about such things. If he wished to reprimand her for her behavior perhaps he would march in and do so before taking over right at that moment. But more likely he would wait until after the games. Leaving only one course of action-to finish the task ahead of her.
Standing between the wall and the gurney she glanced up to watch Mizu follow her within. Directing him toward the other patient, placing him as she was with the wall and bed and each side to allow him to see her actions. Calling for more nurses she assured the both of them had five on their sides. It wasn't an extremely complicated procedure for anyone of their level, though Junko was unsure if Mizu was familiar with what they were about to do and why it was essential to have so much back-up. There was a very long day stretching before them with more patients they had seen in a day in more than a hundred years. Junko's reiatsu that usually snaked about the hospital focused itself in the trauma room. The effects it gave to particular patients ranged from mild anxiety management to complete sedation. The nurses were aware Junko would be leaving at any time that day for the games and had been prepared beforehand to tend to such matters. For the moment, it felt as if the room was filling itself with her essence. Everyone within would feel calmer, more at ease, though also more focused on the task at hand. The two patients were forced into complete sedation. Although they could fight it, leaving true drugs on hand just in case. Neither needed their hearts pumping any faster nor needed the shock of both the pain and sight of what had occurred.
Two of the nurses would be in charge of maintaining the barriers while they were still needed. With how quickly they arrived it would not be very difficult to reattach the arms with no issue however every moment they spent in a statis rather than out in the open was less damaged and dying tissue that needed to be repaired and less blood loss. The remaining three nurses were there to help them with the placement of the limb as well as to help jumpstart the reiatsu of both of the men. This would aid with their recovery, mending themselves with their own power, and require less exertion from her and Mizu. Typically this wasn't necessary, but with the day that faced them, Junko had to consider both of their limitations.
The barrier of the right arm of Junko's patient and the left of Mizu's was released, along with that of each patient. One nurse for each would immediately begin with a painkilling Kido. Focusing their reiatsu on the nerve receptors through the crude stubs left of their arms. At the same time, another nurse would focus on halting the flow of blood of both the arms and near the shoulders. Once finished with the painkiller in case Junko's reiastu was fought against, the first would help the other with keeping the two men from bleeding out. With both of them looking at one arm each it was best to begin immediately. Placing the detached arms against the place it was cut, Junko and Mizu would begin with their own Kido. "Chiyudou number forty-eight: Fuka," Junko spoke aloud, more for Mizu than anything else.
Focusing her reiatsu on the bone first, a small layer mixed with the fellow Liuetenet's own to bind it back together. Outward, to the tendons. Veins. Muscles. Finally the skin. focusing on the tethers she created between them, encouraging each layer to bind themselves back together. Once finished the process would repeat again for the opposite arm. Without having to concern themselves with painkillers or barriers the nurses were able to supplement reiatsu to the patients, giving some relief to Junko and Mizu. Once finished with her own patient Junko stepped over to Mizu to examine his work. The nurses began to bind the arms of the men, more for stability than anything else as they still needed their rest. Nearly breathless from both the excitement of the situation as well as the exertion of the procedure itself she looked to her fellow member. "Good job, Mizu-kun," Straightening herself she moved toward the door, gesturing for him to follow her. "we're needed at our assignments. Yui-chan has done this before, please alert her if any changes occur in either of the patients."
With that, she was once more pulling on Mizu to follow her, heading toward the gates then outward into the Rukongai to the medical tent they had been assigned to. Once they had arrived Junko sat down harshly on the rolling chair she found near the entrance. "Are you excited yet?" The grin she displayed was a lie, though one nearly impossible to detect at the moment. Her concerns for her Captain, the patients they were forced to leave behind, the games in general....it was piling up. Yet all the woman could do is compartmentalize what was truly important in that moment and focus only on that. She and Mizu needed to do their best and that was all. They would work hard and by the end of the tournament, everything will have landed as it was meant to. There was nothing to be done now except wait.

 

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Fourth division was certainly quick to respond to his cries for help, and he was grateful for such a thing too. He had been here a few times in the past, but only waking up in a bed bed with wounds to recover from. One of the nurses had asked to deconstruct his barrier too which he did by moving his hand away from, to which the barrier began to disappear with haste. A sigh of relief came out as he began to walk out of the area, there wasn’t need for him anymore as they seemed to have had everything under control. Normally he would have stayed behind and examined their use of Kaidō, possibly learn how to utlize it but he had already made a commitment.
He would take a turn and then a shunpo to disappear from fourth entirely, where he began to take multiple steps towards seventh division. A smile began run across his face once more, the idea of seeing his wife again was becoming exciting as he hasn’t seen her in over a year; due to their divisions being busy both in the seireitei and Rukongai. Though a realisation soon came to mind, as he got closer and closer to seventh division’s he came to a realization that not only getting closer to his wife but also to Lieutenant Ise, a pervert who gathers candid shots of women, no doubt his wife had been in few of those photos. To this thought his smile disappeared before taking his final shunpo, to close the gap between him and seventh’s area, once he landed he began to walk the rest of the way.
“Bakudō #26. Kyokkō”
The light around him began to bend and warp until he was no longer insight of anyone or anything, with his reiatsu foot print was already lowered to the point where it was difficult for his reiatsu to be detected by an expert, but took it a step further into giving it just enough reiryoku to it impossible for all but a master to figure out where he was. He wasn’t too sure what to expect other than his wife, but he also wanted to make sure that Lieutenant Ise didn’t know he was on his way, unware that she was elsewhere within the soul society.

 

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Thoughts swirled around Signy’s head. Thoughts of Oyama and Elk, but also thoughts of her parents, mainly of her mother. Clenching her fists, and squeezing her eyes shut, she reveled in the feeling of all the warmth in her body being ripped out. She held her stance for a moment longer as images of her parents danced across the darkness. Her body went slack as the searing heat of a volcano solidified into the stark frigidity of obsidian. Her eyes fluttered open and before her stood two lava golems, one a more gnarled version of her mother, maybe this was how she truly viewed her now, nothing more than a monster from the depths of her childhood, while the other was a relatively slim and lanky man, the perfect image of her father.
Signy stepped toward her creations, gently sliding her hand against her father’s cheek. The golem responded by pressing its cheek into her palm. To any other Shinigami, the lava would quickly sear away their flesh, but she only felt a gentle warmth until the golem’s eyes sprung open as it turned to obsidian. Panicked, she cupped his face in her hands, trying to turn it back into lava, but as her efforts were in vein she let out a small cry, ”Pabbi! (Dad)” As her nails clawed at the glass like surface of his cheeks, the golem of her mother had begun to move.
Signy only caught enough of the movement in her peripheral vision to stumble out of the way as a lava sword sliced the air before her eyes. Reaching behind her, she just barely unhooked Amaterasu from her harness when another slash made its way toward her throat. Dropping down to her knees to avoid it, stray strands of hair that weren’t so lucky fluttered through the air.
”Pathetic. You will always be the biggest disappointment of my life.”
Signy turned her head to stare at the golem, her eyes wide. Though the voice had been slightly garbled, it was undeniably her mother’s. Her face quickly morphed with rage. Maybe this was what Amaterasu meant. Signy had to deal with her hang ups from childhood before she could grow and advance.
”How dare you speak to me about disappointment! You never wanted me, you wanted a killing machine made in your image.”
Lunging at the golem, she reached out to grasp its face in the hopes of turning this one to obsidian as well. The golem jumped backwards out of her reach and brandished its sword at her. Shori would view this opportunity as a chance to be more strategic about how she would go about fighting a copy of the woman that taught her to fight in the first place, but Signy wasn’t like that. Her actions were fueled by white-hot fury.
”And you think you lived up to that want?”
Signy’s body trembled as lavender reiatsu spiraled out around her. Pushing off from the ground, she appeared before the golem in the blink of an eye, her left fist pulled back. Before the golem could react, her fist made contact with the direct center of it’s chest, obsidian blossoming out from the contact as the golem flies backwards into a wall, cracks splintering from the point of impact. As it stumbled away from the wall, Signy barreled over to it, her fist swinging toward its jaw.
”Yes I did! Your little killing machine only became a disappointment when it turned it’s ability on the children you actually wanted and loved! You turned me into a monster! But I could forgive you for all of that if you hadn’t abandoned Oyama! She was only a baby!”
The golem stumbled down to the ground, the wall behind it smoldering. Dropping down to her knees and pinning it down, Signy glared down at the monstrosity of her mother. In one swift motion, she decapitated the golem, flopping off it as it turned to obsidian. Lying on the ground beside the splintered statue, the warmth of the sun on her skin slowly returned as her body filled with heat again.
” Gods.. if I ever see your face again, I will kill you myself, mother.”
As she lounged in the sunlight, she pulled her phone from her pocket again, noticing a missed text from her husband. Reading the message, she bolted upright concerned how he might react to the new additions of obsidian sculptures of the Hoshi parents to 7th division’s courtyard. Collapsing back onto the ground once more, she typed back a response.
Can’t wait to see you! ♥♥

 

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Earlier that day it was almost difficult for the imprisoned Raikyu to not worry about his situation - as he had been arrested for a good reason on top of that. As a member of the Soul Society had both its expectations and duties, especially when he himself is a shinigami. Still, it was almost as if it had been a strange experience for him to be without his Zanpakuto he admitted it felt nice to not worry about its bipolar personality or whether it'd act out without his order. . "Oh maaaan... If I got out of this..." he paused, "I'm not gon' do it again!" he continued. It appeared that the rumors about a new captain of the Ninth Division had reached his ears - he couldn't help but wonder who had replaced Maho Kojima as the Ninth Division's Captain. Wouldn't they be upset that a member of the Ninth had abandoned his duty been stranded in the World of the Living, presumed to be dead? "If I knew that it'd take a hundred year.." he said. Admittedly it was too late for the Shinigami to complain as it had already passed - there was nothing that can change that fact.
And then it was then, that the much-familiar man that had come to fetch for him that he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as it was then. Revealed to be the last recruit that the Ninth Division had before - well - things had ended this way that he had been picked up by him accompanied by an unfamiliar man who he couldn't help but to be reminded of his deceased friend causing his heart to sink in the most emotional ways. On his expression - it was still plastered with an unaffected smile as it was clear that his identity as a member of the Ninth Division would have been confirmed by the then-fourth seat, Jatiri Yabuki.
"Jatiri, huh?" He mouthed the words to Jatiri, he was aware of him being deaf so it was kind of pointless to whisper or even to talk. "Seems like you've gotten even stronger than before." his mouth formulated the soundless words, meeting with a genuine smile. And then he was guided by the duo out of the holding cell, well that is what they had attempted to do in order to meet the new captain. "I wondered if the new captain's nice..." he said, as the group moved out only to be met with a sudden interruption. "I'll have to work harder than before so that even the Captain wouldn't think of exec-" he paused. Why? For a moment it was total silence from the chattering mouth and then sweats appeared profusely on the back of the pink-haired head. the Raikyu's face had turned pale at the discovery of ... someone he had known from the past... is now a captain... of the Ninth Division!?

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With his duties finalized for the tournament - his position was established at the Fifth Seat causing him to wonder what would happen if he had been behind and failed his duties as a shinigami. Would he be executed on sight as it was only a second chance given to the Raikyu? No matter what, it was impossible to make an educated guess when it hadn't happened yet causing him to relax a bit at the environment that had been thrilled to watch the Kenpachi Tournament. "I'm kinda glad that I didn't have to join..." he whispered to himself as his hands are placed against the waist. With what Yasu had requested it was done almost in a familiar fashion in that they had set it up with the Twelfth Division's assistance in the cardinal direction, in the upper, middle, and lower districts allowing for broadcasting to occur in the areas. It appeared that they had done their duties as he is demanded of, it was almost as if he had been more eager to complete the missions or duties, no matter how minor it is almost as if he had been morphed into Yasu's Henchman - much like the evil scientists' henchman. In thought, a daydream or rather a flashback had resurfaced and accompanied his thoughts where he had been shown rather eager to give massages, candies, and all the sort of things to the new Captain. "Hehe.. What do you desire for this young servant to fetch for you... master---captain!" his face was corroded with a sinister intent to survive his new position in the Barracks it appeared that it wasn't met with refusals as she had received snacks and food he had cooked.

"Name's Nibui Ueki... Oh he got a cool scar I wonder if I had one wouldn't it make me cool? " he murmured to himself as a sinister expression appeared on his face the eyes glowed up in such an incredible vigor as the friction between the paper and pen can be heard rather out loud for others to hear it was the face of an investigator that had gotten him in the Ninth Division behaving like a reporter.
After a while, he had taken his time to put the names and even faces for him to memorize as it had been more difficult for him to know the person's name as he had been away for about a hundred years causing him to make a notebook a source for him to note down and to remember the person basing on their quirks and personality along with the noticeable features of the said targets. Though it appeared that this wasn't the first notebook as he had hidden the rest of his novels within the Ninth Division's Barracks and it is said that it was due to his habit in the Ninth Division that he had written down how he felt or perceived others as, though had someone saw it they would see his true feelings about them and then paused as he was about to finish his page on a particular captain before ripping it from the novel and then destroyed it in the tandem leaving no trace of it. "She can't know this " he paused, as he looked from left to right almost all suspiciously. though had Jatiri been with him in the area he could see the content from his position - but only the surface of it but it was enough to paint an idea of what he had written.

Ninth Division, Fifth Seat.

 

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There were a lot of thoughts running through Elk’s head, almost none of them good, or at least not good for Lieutenant Ise. At first, he thought of burning up a room or two around her quarters but that would be too harsh, maybe using Kyokkō to mess around with the hallways, effective for sure but confusing for him as he wouldn’t exactly know where to go, as he only came by for short visits. A barrier was far to obvious and easily dispelled, he could bind a good portion of sevenths unseated members but such a thing might back fire on him if they weren’t there to respond to something happening in the Rukongai.
A sigh came out as he used shunpo to reach the top of sevenths barracks, to which he began to scan for his wifes reiatsu signature. This only caused him to blink as the signatures he was picking up a bunch but none that was Shoris, again he began to scan the area, until he picked up an interesting signature… Not of Shori’s but Signy. A smile began to creep across his face, he hasn’t her in a long time either, but his expression quickly turned to curious look as to why Signy was in control? It didn’t matter as he to slide down the roof till he was near the court yard, in which he spotted his beloved wife. Although he loved her, she was not spared the mischievous nature that has possessed Elk since he started out as a shinigami. As he came down, he did not make a single sound, staying silent with each step until he was directly behind her; It was difficult to sense him as he supressed his reiatsu along with the use of Kyokkō made it neigh impossible for her to know where he was. His arms extended outward, exposing both hands as they moved to grip onto her mouth and waist before pulling her into his Kyokkō, effectively making her disappear from sight from anyone who was watching her. He knew the dangers as he was readying himself to take whatever Physical punishment she was going to give.
“Hello my love, I see that you took control of your body.”
He spoke in a soft tone, as to not alert any of the members of seventh to his where abouts and to sudden disappearance of Signy. He only blinked as he finally began to see to scan the area, taking notice of the obsidian sculptures of two figures, to him unrecognizable, with one missing its head.
“You’ve been busy haven’t you?”
To this his arms would let go but quickly turn her around so that she could see him, with a reassuring smile that he was not upset that Signy was in control, as to him it did not matter who was at the helm Signy or Shori, as to him he was married to both.

 

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A gentle breeze swept Signy’s hair across her face as she stared blankly at the statues before her. Her heart ached as she took in her father’s image. She’d always been closest with him, but after Shori took over she never got to see him. By the time it was late enough in the day for Signy to run free, everyone else was already asleep. She missed their time spent at their piano and his stories from his homeland. He’d always been proud of her, even when no parent should be proud of their child. None of the bad would ever overshadow the good that dwelled within her, and she would always been little heroine, destined to slay great beasts.
Taking a step toward the statues, the decapitated head of her mother seemed to rattle on the ground for a moment before it flipped over so it was facing her. Signy froze, eyes wide. Deep down she knew she was still subconsciously manipulating it, but that didn’t make it any less bizarre. Curious, she cocked her head to the side but when it’s eyes began to glow, she let out a soft cry and quickly raised her right middle finger to it, sunlight glinting off of her wedding ring.

”Another disappointment on your behalf. Marrying a common criminal!”
Signy’s eyes turned wild. How dare her mother bring Elk into this!? In fact, she had no way of knowing if that was how her mother would have actually reacted to her marriage since she was long gone before Signy and Elk tied the knot. But given how her mother had been while she was growing up, the assumption that she would be displeased by Elk was a fair one. As she took another step toward the sculptures, she felt a hand close around her mouth and another around her waist, pulling her backwards. Panicked, she let out a muffled shriek and clawed at the hands with her nails, trying to slip away from her captor, or at least make it so she’d be able to yell out for the lower seated members of 7th division. Raising her foot in preparation to stop down on the foot of the Shinigami behind her, an act that would easily break many bones in their foot, she attempted to claw their hand away from her mouth once more before they finally spoke.
“Hello my love, I see that you took control of your body.”
Hearing Elk’s voice, she immediately relaxed, letting her fingers gently slide over the red and possibly bloody scratches across his hands. Rather than responding about being in control of her body, she slid her fingers between his that covered her mouth and moved his hand to her cheek. It’d felt like an eternity since she truly felt his skin against hers. When Shori had been in control it’d felt like faint whispers of contact, but now she could enjoy his warmth.
A light blush spread across her cheeks at his question of her being busy. She hadn’t really intended for him to see the statues but there was nothing she could do about it now. As he turned her around to face him, a faint smile stretched across her lips.

It’d been a long time since she’d seen him, and even longer since she’d seen him while he was awake. Raising her hand, she gently stroked her thumb across his cheek before standing on the tips of her toes to press her forehead against his.
”Gods, I’ve missed you!”

 

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That same feeling from before, he remembered it all too well. Unable to keep up with his surroundings, unable to perceive what is happening. Eizoku’s Zanpakuto was truly powerful, but while he had been an unsuspecting victim, he had already familiarized himself with power. Still, he did not expect his comrade to feed him to the wolves. In just seconds, if one could even consider it a second, Arashi and Jizakai find themselves armless, and a deep cut into their gut. They both lay in a pool of their own blood and while Jizakai may have been unconscious, the Captain successfully moves in to detain Eizoku from further sending the supposed team into a fruitless effort against him, Arashi remains, with no change in his expression, no amount of pain or hatred exuding from his person.
He is forced to listen to the disappointment in the Captain’s voice. The scolding he would give them, but none of his words would hold greater merit than his last and final statement before he departs for the Kenpachi games.
” Stand together and rise to victory. Stand divided… and fall.”
How could he forget such a thing? Especially when he was the leading rank during his tenure in Squad 13. Keeping his men alive, making sure they trained each and every day. Cycling through shifts in and out of the World of the Living. Perhaps it was the 100 years of training, standing behind both Captain Yugure and Captain Oda he had forgotten what it truly meant to lead by example, and pull his comrades together against a greater threat. The course of action he had hoped to take against Tenzen before Eizoku had moved with his own agenda is one of selfishness and without any form of cooperation from his peers. Mistakes were made, and it only led to him bleeding out on the wooden floor.
Thankfully, Elk Hoshi had been standing by and managed to get to them quickly, and without hesitation placed them in a barrier before moving to Squad Four.
As they travel…
Immediately they are met by the esteemed members of the Fourth Division, which includes their Captain. However, Junko Izumi, took charge, delivering the two patients to the trauma room for an expedited operation. Arashi lays upon the gurney, and still, his expression is vacant of any pain as if he had grown completely numb to it. Perhaps this had been the case from the amount of blood he had lost, but anyone who knew the Lieutenant from his old days in the Rukongai would know first hand that his tolerance towards pain had always been extremely high, to where he seemingly felt nothing…
The operation begins, first sedating Arashi and of course Jizakai beforehand. Having not dealt with the feeling of pain was beneficial, he could actually fall asleep for a little while they continued their work. The skills of the Fourth Division were nothing to gawk at, as a serious injury this may be was a simple task for these elite medical workers. Captain Nakamoto has trained them well… Before he knew it, Arashi was awake, with his arms completely attached and working. His other wound was mended and healed. Slowly, sitting upward, swinging his legs down from the bed, but remaining seated. He’d look over to Jizakai to see if the young man had awakened. Once he had done so, they would start their departure from Fourth Division and get back to Fifth in order to start their mission into the Dangai just as Eizoku had done.

 

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“Gods, I’ve missed you!”

Though his hand bled he could only help but smile at her, smiling as she stroked his cheek, while not paying attention to the minor injury he was given. His free hand had moved up her hair gently pushing her bangs to the side so he could get a better look at her eyes, to which his smile widened at those golden hues staring back at him.
“I don’t think you’re going to tell me how you got control are you Signy?”
A slight laughter came out from him as he leaned himself back, closing his eyes for a moment to think before opening his eyes back up to look at Signy once more. His smile had only gotten wider he wasn’t too sure what to say as there were times him and her had spent together, but they were far and few in between, he did enjoy her company but was unsure on how they would spend more time together due to Shori and Signy’s scheduling.
“I wonder how long you’ve been in control? It doesn’t matter, I did want to spend some time with you for a while. I’ve gotten to know Shori, but I have rarely gotten my chance to spend my time with you, I think it would be good to know each other.”
His smile persisted as he spoke, his fingers snapped to break Kyokkō revealing the two in the court yard, no doubt startling some members of seventh as they happened to be walking. It was at this moment that he had remember something, that something was his phone as reached into his Shihakusho to pull it out from its pocket, unlocking it to look at the message that Signy had sent then he scrolled through some announcements till he reached the betting portion, then the time that was on the phone.
“we gotta go! I don’t want to miss betting!”
It didn’t take long for Elk to disappear from her sight, to quickly reappear ontop the wall of seventh’s barracks, both hands lifted up and waving directly at her. Some old habbits didn’t die, just buried, Gambling was a thing of his but it seemed to have calmed down quite a bit.
“Lets go!”
Again he would use his shunpo to disappear, traveling along the tops of the walls that stretched across the Seireitei, while excited to see Signy, he wanted to get to the games before they even started, both for a bet, and to have good seats to watch the games, maybe even learn something new.

 

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Letting her hand fall away from his cheek, Signy gently cradled his bleeding hand in hers before pulling the grey fabric that she wore between her left wrist and the large bronze cuff. She turned her eyes away from his only momentarily as she wrapped up his hand. She fidgeted a touch as he began to question her about how she took control and how long she’d been in control. Her nervousness was easily bubbling out of her, but it wasn’t because she didn’t want to tell him, it was because she didn’t know why she was in control again.
”I-I don’t know how I got control. I just woke up one day still in control. It’s been a couple weeks now and Shori hasn’t taken back control. I think it’s because I have a lot to work through, but also there’s been a lot that has happened here in 7th that I don’t think she would have been able to handle.”
She looked back up at him, blushing slightly as she thought about getting to spend time getting to know each other better. Before she could say more, he released Kyokkō, and she chuckled softly at the startled cries of members of 7th that happened to have been walking by. She was certain those shinigami had absolutely no clue who this man was with their 3rd seat, so as he reached into his shihakusho for his phone, she pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a perfect berry colored kiss print.
“We gotta go! I don’t want to miss betting!”
Rolling her eyes, she pouted as he disappeared, only to reappear on top of the wall. She knew full well that there were some habits of his that she would have to just accept, but she wished he wouldn’t gamble, after all she was the eldest granddaughter of the head of the Hoshi family. Eventually the family would fall under her care and if they gambled away all their money, she would never forgive herself. For a moment she vanished, only to reappear beside him and take hold of his hand as he exclaimed.
”Let’s go!”
As he used his shunpo to travel along the walls, he’d pull her along with him, because otherwise she’d probably fall behind a bit, despite both being experts, her home taught footwork would still hold her back.
Northeast Seireitei -------------------------------------------------- Rukongai

 

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Two Weeks Prior
After the urgent matters that subsided at the hospital, Junko and himself spent the rest of the day together getting to know each other since they were going to be spending a lot of time together and working together so it seemed. Based on today's activities just showed how much not only himself but also his new Lt Junko both can handle being under pressure and a short time frame to obtain reports and information. Still aware of the emotions that were rushing through Junko's mind and body he kept a lot of questions hushed for the time. Was it the right time to ask these questions? Could they hold out longer? Was there something he could do to help ease the change of title ship? These were things that rushed through his head while walking with Junko, uncertain on if and when he should ask them... Or was this more a portion of things that will come with time?

Current Day
Just as Shusuke rushed into the hospital needing attention for his "Broken Wrist" Mizu looked over at Junko just as she smacked his wrist and stated, "I declare you fully healed." This was something that Mizu still couldn't fully understand how they could do with just a blink of an eye. Such technique and art was something that was more on the "Rarity" side for the 4th Division members.
Just as he heard Junko push out the words "Good Luck..." Mizu would offer a very familiar smile to Shusuke and bow in his presence as he saw him take his leave from Junkos office. Even though he wasn't directly in the office with them he was walking past from delivering supplies to each floor for the nurses, he overheard this conversation and decided to not be rude. Right before walking past the room he remembered a nurse advised that his Captain was looking for Junko and himself, so he rushed down to the lobby awaiting the arrival of both. Just as he turned to hear his Captain come in the lobby he felt a quick wisp of air rushing next to him. He looked around as he saw Junko just appear out of no where knowing she was the one who nearly bumped into him although he would've have cared. Looking up at attention he was paying attention to the words spoken from his Captain.
“Team 11 has finished setting up camp in the Rukongai. As planned, you'll join them just outside the North Gate to provide assistance to any of the wounded competitors... This, you already know."
Knowing that the Kenpachi games were about to begin, Mizu wasn't sure if he was going to fight in them but was hoping he was going to use his techniques for triage and healing purposes. Hearing these words come out of his Captains mouth had some sort of calmity to it... Eventhough, knowing that he may not be on the "Battle Field" he was still going to be on a "Healing Battle Field" Its been a basket of chaos over the past few weeks with mysterious Captian deaths to wounds galore he knew that this was only the beginning.
"I've been made aware of a coming excursion to the World of the Living... no doubt they'll request someone among our upper ranks to go with them given the supposed importance of this mission. Prepare for either one of you to answer this call while the other maintains authority of the camp. Whatever comes of it, just... Do your part... and I'll do mine.”
Just as his Captain would say this Mizu started to get a feeling that he knew something terrible was going to happen... He just wasn't sure what. This was something he couldn't let his mind over worry about, this was something more of a "Put in the back of his mind and remember its there" sorta thing. Just as his brought his head back to attention to look at his Captain to respond he looked over just as Junko did to see blue-haired man rushing in with two shinigami accompany directly behind. Overhearing Junko speak,
"Captain, this is my part as well. Please allow us to attend to them so you are not late. I assure you Mizu-kun and I will both be at our stations before the games have started"
Mizu would push down his attire and look directly at both of them,
"Captain, helping heal unknown injuries is just as much as my part as it is both of yours, We will do our best here to figure this out quickly and get to our stations at the games. You've down your part now so let us do ours together. We will see you at the finish line as the winner of the Kenpachi games! Do 4th proud Sir! We both believe in you."
Hoping that he didn't say to much to his Captain or in any manner that he felt or seemed disrespectful. Mizu felt a tug at his elbow as he looked over as Junko reached out and pulled him away as they both hurried off into the distant hallway to the Trauma bays to continue their work before the games.

As both Junko and himself rushed into the Trauma bay he saw both gurneys huddle around each other as nurses surrounded both sides. There was a strange feeling in this room and just the day in general.. "Why are there so many injuries and mysterious deaths and such happened before the most anticipated games?" Mizu thought as he felt the strength of Junkos reiatsu rush through the room. He could sense this was going to be something normal for him going forward working close with Junko. With both patients under sedation, he knew they both didn't have much time to work on the patients before they'd wake up. Still under the shock of how two Shinigamis lost arms at the same time was something puzzling, but never the less he knew he could reattach them quickly without a doubt.
Just as Junko released the protection barrier of both arms he noticed the nurses push our the painkilling Kido they were specialized in. Focusing their reiatsu on the nerve receptors through the crude stubs left of their arms. At the same time, another nurse would focus on halting the flow of blood of both the arms and near the shoulders. Once finished with the painkiller in case Junko's reiastu was fought against, the first would help the other with keeping the two men from bleeding out. With both of them looking at one arm each it was best to begin immediately. Placing the detached arms against the place it was cut, Junko and Mizu would begin with their own Kido. "Chiyudou number forty-eight: Fuka." He would repeat just as Junko was speaking it aloud for him to hear!

Focusing his reiatsu on the bone first, a small layer mixed with the fellow Shinigami’s own to bind it back together. Outward, to the tendons. Veins. Muscles. Finally the skin. focusing on the tethers he created between them, encouraging each layer to bind themselves back together. Once finished the process would repeat again for the opposite arm. Without having to concern themselves with painkillers or barriers the nurses were able to supplement reiatsu to the patients. Finally able to relieve his hold and strength. Just as he finished this he noticed Junko stepping over to examine his work.
"Good job, Mizu-kun, we're needed at our assignments. Yui-chan has done this before, please alert her if any changes occur in either of the patients."
Just as Mizu had time to step back and collect what he just did he felt once again Junko pull on his arm and out of the Trauma Bay. As they both rushed out of the hospital and down towards the gates they quickly made haste into the Rukongai and into the medical tent where they will be stationed for the games. Just as he had time to find a chair and sit down in it he heard Junko say "Are you excited yet?" Knowing there are so many unknown possibilities he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. "Uhhh... Honestly, I am extremely excited! But I'm also very concerned for the outcomes and what is about to unfold for us. I just hope our Captain will be okay." He said while holding up his head with his fist. He knew there was something in the air that feels "Off" but he can't entirely pinpoint it. Were the patients he just helped going to make a full recovery? Why were there so many mysterious injuries and a death before the games? Is his Captain going to be okay? Although, he knew these things were future outcomes but current concerns all he could do is make sure he and Junko work hard and quickly together for anything that comes their way during the games.

 

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The Captain's words of warning are returned by not Junko's voice nor Mizu's, but a third unfamiliar to him.
"WE NEED SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION I HAVE TWO MEN WITH CUT OFF ARMS!”
... Elk Hoshi wails, tending to a defeated Lieutenant Suta and 5th Seat Jizakai. Yū's response is non-verbal, his teeth grinding and eyes squinted in discontent. Another obstacle has presented itself before the Doctor, undoubtedly adding risk to delay his arrival to the tournament. His head turns to steal a glance at the trio standing ahead the relief station's door before the rest of his body follows in an attempt to approach them. But before he's able to complete a step, Junko extends her arm to intervene in his advance.
"Captain, this is my part as well. Please allow us to attend to them so you are not late. I assure you Mizu-kun and I will both be at our stations before the games have started"
He stops at her request, acknowledging her words and more compelling, her expression- an expression that desired to assume this responsibility, one that hoped he believed in her enough to fulfill it just as well as he could. It seemed spending enough time with Junko allowed the 5th seat to take some notes from her book, also finding words to say in an effort to reassure their Captain.
"Captain, helping heal unknown injuries is just as much as my part as it is both of yours. We will do our best here to figure this out quickly and get to our stations at the games. You've done your part now, so let us do ours together. We will see you at the finish line as the winner of the Kenpachi Games! Do 4th proud sir! We both believe in you."
Without hesitation the pair turn to approach the Fifth Division shinigami who have desperately sought out aid, leaving Yū Nakamoto outside solely to watch. For a brief moment he is frozen in place before his neutral countenance is broken with a small smile. Imagining a possible future where his return wouldn't be in the cards... for once, he feels the Fourth Division would be in safe hands without him. Hopefully, that possibility wouldn't become a reality- no matter how comfortable he was starting to become with that concept.
At once, his form melts into the air, leaving the Northeast Seireitei with haste to the nearby gates to the Rukongai.
From Northeast Sereitei to Rukongai

 

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Death was something that followed life. Everything within the world was alive, whether animate or inanimate. As time progresses, both of those things rot and wither away. With the ultimate ending being – Death.
Death was something that was before the Ametsuchi, who was aware of the abrupt ignition of energy within the third seat. Eizoku Yugameru, managed to spring into action and the eagle would follow every movement until it was too late. The silver-haired male eyes shot open in complete shock, surprised about the reality that occurred. There was no initial pain within Jizakai’s body, there was no feeling within the severed areas where limbs should have occupied and flesh should not be torn.
This was more than just disbelief; it was a shock wave to the hubris of Ametsuchi. He had been shredded by the captain and apparently the Third Seat assisted. This negated the very reaction timing to anything Jizakai could anticipate, allowing him to become subject to the circumstance. This was more than just power and skill; it was that fault of someone else. Maybe the Ametsuchi too would have made a mistake, but there was simply no verification given the reality of the situation. With the Ametsuchi’s body on the floor, blurred eyes faded into black as the astonishment drove the tall man into unconsciousness after the captain finished speaking.
During the time of his sleep, Jizakai was asleep and delivered to the Fourth Division. In the care of esteemed members, delivered into the trauma room, Jizakai eyes open and following was a thunderous coming roar of rage and anger despite the physical pain. However, before the thunder could be heard the man was quickly sedated and asleep. Time would pass and the 5th seat would awaken, with silence upon him as the wounds were attended to and healed. Gazing to the other side of the room, Vice-Captain Suta would see that Jizakai was ready to go to the Dangai and meet with Eizoku to accomplish their mission. Despite his silence, within his mind were unjust thoughts that would be stuffed for now within his core and undetectable by anyone. To say the least, Jizakai was disgusted about what happened…

 

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The fellow wounded healed and now awakens to his Lieutenant who begins to stand from his gurney across from him. Lieutenant Suta first begins to assess his arms, moving them around, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly. Truly, the 4th Division is amazing at what they do. His eyes barely open, trailing over towards Jizakai who should be getting to his feet as well and preparing to depart. However, Arashi knew of Jizakai’s mindset, his hubris, and his beliefs. While the fifth seat had taken it upon himself to suppress his unjust thoughts and criticism of the events prior, a part of Arashi being a leader, was to make sure his team function with no bad blood between each other. Again, Tenzen’s words repeat in his head.
“ Jizakai…”
Delivered in a tone that demanded his attention entirely
“ Whatever, thoughts you have. Whatever grudge you may hold against Eizoku. It is to be left at the training hall. Until the mission is done, whatever issues you may have can come directly to me. I should have led the team better against the Captain.”
His eyes closed while his lips curved into his signature smile.
“ We must stand together and learn from each other and ourselves. Let's move.”
Turning towards the exit of the trauma room, there he stands leaning against the wall is the Hollowfied version of himself, invisible on any level to Jizakai. He chuckles, however, Arashi simply moves past him knowing exactly the vile thoughts he was thinking and how many jokes he was bound to make about Arashi losing a Eizoku once again, even if both circumstances were entirely different, it made no difference.
To any medical personnel that would be lingering in the halls, he’d simply give them a nod in which he would turn his head back with a glance back to Jizakai to see if he was behind him. If so, he’d disappear, exiting the fourth Division in the means of Shunpo.

-------------------Traveling to Central----------------------

 

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With so many high ups within Fourth's barracks Yui received a small breather. She hated to complain about all of the work, though it didn't stop her from doing so. Almost constantly. At that point in time in seemed as if people were injuring themselves on purpose just to cause them strife in Fourth. Although she knew this wasn't true, the sulking girl had had enough of all of the running around. It was admittedly better with multiple high ranking members present, though this left Yui with days full of small injuries. A somewhat huffy look upon her face she sat at the nurse's station, finishing up a report on her last patient for her shift. Closing it she leaned back in her chair, breathing out heavily through her nose.
Little time had passed before a nurse approached her with a file in hand, passing it to Yui with a polite smile. "Lieutenant Izumi has requested you watch over these patients' recoveries. There was only enough time to perform the procedure and she was unable to do follow-up care as she is needed at the Kenpachi Games,"
Yui took the file with a raised brow. Taking patients now would be cutting it close, making it a surprise they would risk doing so. It did pique her interest to see a case that Junko wouldn't turn down, however. Flipping open the file she browsed through the contents shortly before shutting it with a contented grin. Standing with the paperwork in hand she began to make her way toward the trauma room the two had been left in. Grateful for not having to expend the reiatsu for such a procedure, much less two, once more. The last patient she had done a reattachment for had left without a word, leaving quite a bit of confusion in her wake. This time Yui would not be so careless.
A more "high profile" case was exactly what she needed to finish off her day. She was technically on call due to the Games though had not been called to the front lines. This had been a huge relief to the girl who looked at the idea of working so tirelessly on so many severely injured shinigami as less than ideal. Humming lightly she stopped for a few supplies for the two men before arriving at their door just in time to see it be forced open. It was the Lieutenant of Fifth, making her pause to give a respectful bow as she began to speak. "Sir it's time to-", her words were cut off by the man abruptly continuing on his course. The other wouldn't be far behind but her eyes were stuck on the first. Something had felt wrong yet she couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. Arousing from her stunned state she realized what was happening. He was simply walking out, the same as the woman before.
Following after the man she called to him, warning him of complications from not receiving any further treatment and needing to at least receive a simple test to ensure everything was working appropriately. He seemed to not care in the slightest, ignoring her warnings as he continued on. Anger rising up along with her speed she caught the man in the lobby, tossing a roll of gauze at the after-image left behind by his shunpo.
"You weren't checked out," she sulked.

 

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The magenta orbs of the fifth seat looked at Arashi, the Vice-Captain of the Division, and watched the man stand upright from the gurney. Subsequently, Jizakai follows suit in raising from his gurney and begins to move both arms in unison. They were being turned by movements from his shoulders, accessing maneuverability of the reattached limbs, checking the flexibility of arms, elbows, joints, and fingers. The work done by the fourth division was incredible, fascinating at how quickly they had corrected damages caused by Eizoku Yugameru and Tenzen Oda. His magenta orbs closed, momentarily, breathing in a necessary amount of oxygen to clear his mind and think properly. Shortly after, Jizakai was addressed by Arashi, opening both eyes he listened to Lieutenant Suta. His words were listened too, and relunctantly the Ametsuchi agreed; to participate and function as a team. However, it would be an embarassment to forget the actions of another that forced him into a severe consequence. Had this been outside of the gotei and somewhere in enemy territory, the Ametsuchi probably would have lost his life. A nod was given, and agreement but forgiveness was not on the table. Following Lieutenant Suta, Jizakai had transitoned from the 4th Division to their new destination via Shunpo.

-------------------Traveling to Central----------------------