Within the mere seconds after Shunsui's last words, the brightness that lit the damaged room had mysteriously dimmed. Darkness showered the whole place and blinded everyone there. No dangerous spiritual energy nor evil presence (beside Aizen of course) was detected. There was only pure silence that followed.
Blink!
Suddenly, a spotlight flickered in the middle of the space in front of Shunsui, Ichigo, Orihime, Ichika, and the sleeping Kazui. Nobody really knows where it came from, but the only people who weren't surprised was the strawberry and Renji.
Ichigo ran a hand down his face as colourful lights appeared and danced all around them. Renji's groan could be heard from the back of the Shinigami crowd. It could only be one person; a person that they both dreaded to meet.
A tanned man appeared, placing himself in a dramatic kneeling pose in the spotlight with his finger up. He wore a sleeveless white puffer jacket, bearing the symbol of the Royal Guard emblem on the back of it, over his black shihakusho. Gold framed sunglasses covered his eyes despite how dark it was. He had an earpiece in with a microphone directly in front of his mouth.
"YOOO! HELLO EVERYBODY MY BUDDIES"
He stands up with open arms as he embraced the audience in front of him.
"I AM THE NUMBER ONE ZANPAKUTO CREATOR! S-I-K-U-Y-O-R-O! SIKUYORO WHAZZUP!"
Everyone slightly covered their ears from the extreme feedback coming from his microphone. The guy's smile was wide open as he saw the Shinigami taking notice of his entrance.
Momo, Orihime, Shinji, and some of the other Soul Reapers were extremely bewildered at his appearance, their eyes wide open and jaws dropped.
"Ichigo, dear, who is this person?"
"Uhm...Captain, who is he supposed to be? It doesn't look like he's serious at all"
"Shush, Momo! He might hear us! There's no guarantee what'll happen if he hears us insult him"
In the meantime, Shunsui watched and chuckled in amusement from the performance whereas Aizen stared unamusingly at the man's childish behaviour.
Byakuya stood in the corner with his eyes closed, listening to the wild party.
The mysterious loud man blinked twice before shaking his head. He had a confused look on his face since most the crowd before him wasn't cheering or jumping like the crazy fans he was expecting. Holding his hand on his chin, he rubbed his fingers on his smooth skin in contemplation, thinking about what to do next.
His smile returned a few seconds later.
"Oh? Looks like some of ya haven't met me in person. In that case, I'll have to introduce myself to the human woman and the rest of the Shinigami!"
His laugh echoed through the whole room.
"Ju, Kyu, Hachi, Nana, Roku, Go mai! Shi mai, San mai! Nimaiya, O-ET-SU!", with each number that he rapped out, a finger fell from his open moving hand, "Squad Zero Third Officer, Holy General of the West, Blade God, and the baddest man in this whole place. Nice to meet you, my very kind guests"
The eyes behind Oetsu's sunglasses danced with glee with each word that spilled from his mouth.
"And if it isn't Go-Ichi himself on the stage with me. It sure is nostalgic seeing you here in the Royal Palace!", boomed Oetsu loudly.
Ichigo's face twitched slightly in both embarrassment and irritation. This whole interaction made him feel like he wanted to crawl down a hole and never be seen again. And yet here he was, standing in front of the man he should both grateful for and embarrassed at.
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Bleach: New Generation
FanfictionKazui Kurosaki, a 17 year old in Karakura High, is not as normal as a regular high school student. Like his father Ichigo, he is a Substitute Soul Reaper who possesses incredible power. During his days casually purifying Hollows with the new Soul Re...
