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Chapter 2- The Taxation of Regret
A group of two dozen or so shinigami were laying down, sprawled along a derelict road running through a large city. Empty cans of beans, fruit, and soup littered the sidewalks.
?????: Ugggggh, it was such a good idea to come to Chicago. I haven't seen this much food in one place in years.
?????: Mmmmmm >_< I've got a food baby the size of a volleyball.
?????:
Thanks for telling us.
?????: Well, anyway, we should probably get the rest of the food back in the truck to bring back to the others...
No sooner had the shinigami finished saying this that they heard a loud noise come down from above them. They all reluctantly opened their eyes, and slowly turned toward the sound.
?????: Hrmmmm? ~_O
It was a garganta. A very tall, black-cloaked figure stepped out, followed by a shorter white-cloaked figure, and a group of adjucas.
?????: What do you want??
The black-cloaked figure spoke, in a quiet, dusty voice, more like a wind than a voice.
?????: Your deaths.
The black-cloaked figure cracked his bony knuckles, shrugging off his cloak, revealing his bony body. He reached back, and took a scythe off of his back, presumably his Zanpakuto. The white-cloaked figure shrugged off his cloak, revealing his face: purple hair and brown eyes, with well-defined features. His Zanpakuto was a short katana with a brown hilt.
?????: *burps* Well then, let's get started.
Some of the other shinigami simply sat up and stared at their leader, who had so calmly addressed the arrancar.
?????: What are your names?
?????: Why do you want to know?
?????: So that I may add you to my list.
The bony figure took out a large parchment scroll, upon which was scribbled an uncountable number of names.
There was a tense silence between the shinigami and arrancar. It was broken by the shinigami, who finally said.
?????: Bishamon Sarutobi
?????: Akira Hisakata
?????: Very good.
Bishamon: I think we have a right to know your name.
?????: I have many names.
Bishamon: Well, then, just give us one.
?????: They call me... Jaken Takai. I am the 7th Espada.
Akira: An interesting name for an Espada.
Jaken: You'll find I'm no ordinary Espada, Shinigami.
Bishamon: And what about your friend over there? He doesn't seem to be much of a talker.
?????: I do nothing unless I find it necessary. You may call me Noor.
Bishamon laid back down on the ground.
Bishamon: You can kill them, Akira. Too much work right after eating is bad for the digestion.
Akira: Lazy jacka** >.>
Jaken: Any last words, Shinigami?
Akira: Yea; shut it.
Meanwhile, in New York...
?????: There: a couple of human automobiles are headed our way and.... despite their best efforts to hide it, I sense....... raitsu.
?????: Where???? I don't see them!
?????: Over there. Look where I'm pointing.
?????: Ohhhh, now I see.
In the van at the front of the automobile caravan, Ragnaroc sat in the driver's seat, Elias riding shotgun, and Kaze in the back.
Ragnaroc: Elias, did you...
Elias: Yea... balas and ceros like crazy. Look, see that smoke??
Elias pointed at one of the buildings that had just fallen at the energy blasts of the fraccion.
Kaze: Where?? Where? Rag, move your head. I can't see it! Damnit, Elias, I totally called shotgun before you!
Elias: >_>
Ragnaroc: Let's go for it......
Elias: Are you serious?!
Ragnaroc: Come on, Elias. Stop putting on that act. You know you want to have a good battle just as bad as the rest of us.
Elias:....You're right.
Kaze: Oh! Now I see the smoke!
END OF CHAPTER 2
A group of two dozen or so shinigami were laying down, sprawled along a derelict road running through a large city. Empty cans of beans, fruit, and soup littered the sidewalks.
?????: Ugggggh, it was such a good idea to come to Chicago. I haven't seen this much food in one place in years.
?????: Mmmmmm >_< I've got a food baby the size of a volleyball.
?????:
Thanks for telling us.?????: Well, anyway, we should probably get the rest of the food back in the truck to bring back to the others...
No sooner had the shinigami finished saying this that they heard a loud noise come down from above them. They all reluctantly opened their eyes, and slowly turned toward the sound.
?????: Hrmmmm? ~_O
It was a garganta. A very tall, black-cloaked figure stepped out, followed by a shorter white-cloaked figure, and a group of adjucas.
?????: What do you want??
The black-cloaked figure spoke, in a quiet, dusty voice, more like a wind than a voice.
?????: Your deaths.
The black-cloaked figure cracked his bony knuckles, shrugging off his cloak, revealing his bony body. He reached back, and took a scythe off of his back, presumably his Zanpakuto. The white-cloaked figure shrugged off his cloak, revealing his face: purple hair and brown eyes, with well-defined features. His Zanpakuto was a short katana with a brown hilt.
?????: *burps* Well then, let's get started.
Some of the other shinigami simply sat up and stared at their leader, who had so calmly addressed the arrancar.
?????: What are your names?
?????: Why do you want to know?
?????: So that I may add you to my list.
The bony figure took out a large parchment scroll, upon which was scribbled an uncountable number of names.
There was a tense silence between the shinigami and arrancar. It was broken by the shinigami, who finally said.
?????: Bishamon Sarutobi
?????: Akira Hisakata
?????: Very good.
Bishamon: I think we have a right to know your name.
?????: I have many names.
Bishamon: Well, then, just give us one.
?????: They call me... Jaken Takai. I am the 7th Espada.
Akira: An interesting name for an Espada.
Jaken: You'll find I'm no ordinary Espada, Shinigami.
Bishamon: And what about your friend over there? He doesn't seem to be much of a talker.
?????: I do nothing unless I find it necessary. You may call me Noor.
Bishamon laid back down on the ground.
Bishamon: You can kill them, Akira. Too much work right after eating is bad for the digestion.
Akira: Lazy jacka** >.>
Jaken: Any last words, Shinigami?
Akira: Yea; shut it.
Meanwhile, in New York...
?????: There: a couple of human automobiles are headed our way and.... despite their best efforts to hide it, I sense....... raitsu.
?????: Where???? I don't see them!
?????: Over there. Look where I'm pointing.
?????: Ohhhh, now I see.
In the van at the front of the automobile caravan, Ragnaroc sat in the driver's seat, Elias riding shotgun, and Kaze in the back.
Ragnaroc: Elias, did you...
Elias: Yea... balas and ceros like crazy. Look, see that smoke??
Elias pointed at one of the buildings that had just fallen at the energy blasts of the fraccion.
Kaze: Where?? Where? Rag, move your head. I can't see it! Damnit, Elias, I totally called shotgun before you!
Elias: >_>
Ragnaroc: Let's go for it......
Elias: Are you serious?!
Ragnaroc: Come on, Elias. Stop putting on that act. You know you want to have a good battle just as bad as the rest of us.
Elias:....You're right.
Kaze: Oh! Now I see the smoke!
END OF CHAPTER 2
