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Bleach: The Lost Order
This is the tale of what could have been, and yet what still could be. 150 years after the events unfolding now comes this projection of one renegade's vision of perfection, told from the point of view of those most affected by his iron fist: those who fought to stop him, and lost.
CHAPTER 1
A young shinigami stared down at the captain's cloak spread out on the foldable sofa bed. It was once a proud garment, worn by a proud officer. Now, it was simply a waste of space: a remnant of what once was and what would, most likely, never be again. The young shinigami folded it and picked it up, walking out of the makeshift home. He threw the cloak down onto the sandy ground, and took out a lighter. He carefully opened it, and, after a few tries, got a flame. He threw it down onto the cloak, which soon caught fire due to the dry climate. The shinigami walked away, thinking, "It's better to be rid of it before more dishonor comes to it." He walked towards the main area of the camp, and was met by another shinigami, emerging from his domicile, stretching and yawning.
Goro: Morning, Roku-sempai. Do I smell burgers??
Roku: Ugh, Goro, you know we haven't had beef in months.
Goro: Yeah, well it doesn't hurt to ask. So what is for breakfast??
Roku: Goro, it's 2pm. o_o
Goro: O_O. I see.
Roku: Speaking of the time, we've got to get over to the survey truck for the daily meeting. Our supplies are running low, and we've got to decide where to go next for food.
Goro: Well, I'm out of ideas. We've picked every town we've come across clean.
Without another word, they started off toward the other side of the camp, where a small van with its trunk open was parked.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the country...
?????: Well, I still say we head back to the city. There's a whole district that we haven't searched through yet. There's bound to be supplies there that'll last us for at least 5 months!
?????: Rag, the last time you said that, you almost got fifteen men killed by a horde of adjuchas!!
Ragnaroc: We killed them, didn't we? We have to stop playing it safe. If we want to get some significant supplies, we have to start taking more chances. Last time I checked, I was still the leader of this group, and my word is final, Elias.
Elias: That's also what you said last time...
?????: Would you two stop arguing like an old Jewish couple for one second?! You're giving me a migraine!
Elias: Shudup, Kaze... >_>
Kaze: *mumbles* >_>
Ragnaroc: It's decided, then. Tomorrow, we'll scavenge the district of New York City known as... Manhattan!
Meanwhile, a little while later in Manhattan...
A garganta opens up, and dozens of adjuchas and a few arrancar step out.
A fraccion and her leader, both in white hooded robes, step out...
?????: WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU TELL US WHY WE'RE GOING TO MANHATTAN!?!... Master, ARE YOU LISTENING?!
?????: Because I have a hunch...
?????: Ugggh. That's what you said when we went to Shanghai, Berlin, and that really stupid foul-smelling city, and we didn't find anything! What was it called again...?
?????: Toronto?
?????: That's the one!
?????: Come on, you can't honestly say you don't like destroying skyscrapers, can you? You know the drill. Destroy the buildings: look for any survivors.
?????: Ughhh, I got it.
The fraccion began launching volley upon volley of ceros and balas at the buildings, causing many to quickly and dramatically collapse. She darted in between building after building.
?????: Nothing... nothing..... nothing........
?????: *staring into the distance* I see something. Looks like we're in for a treat.
END OF CHAPTER 1
This is the tale of what could have been, and yet what still could be. 150 years after the events unfolding now comes this projection of one renegade's vision of perfection, told from the point of view of those most affected by his iron fist: those who fought to stop him, and lost.
CHAPTER 1
A young shinigami stared down at the captain's cloak spread out on the foldable sofa bed. It was once a proud garment, worn by a proud officer. Now, it was simply a waste of space: a remnant of what once was and what would, most likely, never be again. The young shinigami folded it and picked it up, walking out of the makeshift home. He threw the cloak down onto the sandy ground, and took out a lighter. He carefully opened it, and, after a few tries, got a flame. He threw it down onto the cloak, which soon caught fire due to the dry climate. The shinigami walked away, thinking, "It's better to be rid of it before more dishonor comes to it." He walked towards the main area of the camp, and was met by another shinigami, emerging from his domicile, stretching and yawning.
Goro: Morning, Roku-sempai. Do I smell burgers??
Roku: Ugh, Goro, you know we haven't had beef in months.
Goro: Yeah, well it doesn't hurt to ask. So what is for breakfast??
Roku: Goro, it's 2pm. o_o
Goro: O_O. I see.
Roku: Speaking of the time, we've got to get over to the survey truck for the daily meeting. Our supplies are running low, and we've got to decide where to go next for food.
Goro: Well, I'm out of ideas. We've picked every town we've come across clean.
Without another word, they started off toward the other side of the camp, where a small van with its trunk open was parked.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the country...
?????: Well, I still say we head back to the city. There's a whole district that we haven't searched through yet. There's bound to be supplies there that'll last us for at least 5 months!
?????: Rag, the last time you said that, you almost got fifteen men killed by a horde of adjuchas!!
Ragnaroc: We killed them, didn't we? We have to stop playing it safe. If we want to get some significant supplies, we have to start taking more chances. Last time I checked, I was still the leader of this group, and my word is final, Elias.
Elias: That's also what you said last time...
?????: Would you two stop arguing like an old Jewish couple for one second?! You're giving me a migraine!
Elias: Shudup, Kaze... >_>
Kaze: *mumbles* >_>
Ragnaroc: It's decided, then. Tomorrow, we'll scavenge the district of New York City known as... Manhattan!
Meanwhile, a little while later in Manhattan...
A garganta opens up, and dozens of adjuchas and a few arrancar step out.
A fraccion and her leader, both in white hooded robes, step out...
?????: WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU TELL US WHY WE'RE GOING TO MANHATTAN!?!... Master, ARE YOU LISTENING?!
?????: Because I have a hunch...
?????: Ugggh. That's what you said when we went to Shanghai, Berlin, and that really stupid foul-smelling city, and we didn't find anything! What was it called again...?
?????: Toronto?
?????: That's the one!
?????: Come on, you can't honestly say you don't like destroying skyscrapers, can you? You know the drill. Destroy the buildings: look for any survivors.
?????: Ughhh, I got it.
The fraccion began launching volley upon volley of ceros and balas at the buildings, causing many to quickly and dramatically collapse. She darted in between building after building.
?????: Nothing... nothing..... nothing........
?????: *staring into the distance* I see something. Looks like we're in for a treat.
END OF CHAPTER 1
