Those Who Hide The Truth

Caught

"Good ta see you too, Rukia." I deadpanned. I spun around and did indeed find the black haired shinigami, though, she wasn't alone.

"Ulquiorra? What're you doing here..?" I asked. It wasn't exactly normal to get a visit from the former fourth espada of Sōsuke Aizen's Arrancar army.

"Greetings to you as well, Nightwing." Came an almost robotic reply from the stoic Arrancar.

Rukia sighed before answering for him, "It's come to the captains' attention that several Soul Reapers whose loved ones died during the Winter War have been trying to assassinate Ulquiorra, or at least try to get him framed."

This got my attention, "Why? Ulquiorra didn't do anything. Hell, he helped take down Aizen!" My response caused Rukia to give a frown, showing that I should know better than that.

"You know well what happens with families in these situations. They lost their loved ones, so they're going to blame the person they think could have possibly stopped it from happening." Rukia answers, sounding a little bit uncomfortable.

"So, let me get this straight," I said, mulling over Rukia's information, "you want me to babysit-"

"Guard." Ulquiorra interjected, a scowl now present on his normally expressionless face and his arms crossed.

"-'Guard' one of the last Arrancar from Aizen's army," I corrected begrudgingly, an irritated tone hanging from the repeated word, "but then there's the matter of that Zanpactō hilt at your side." I said, pointing to the female shinigami's pocket where a black hilt with gold and blue markings resided.

Rukia sighed, however, just as she was about to explain, an irritated Ulquiorra's voice interrupted her, "As much as I would also enjoy to hear Ms. Kuchiki's tale, I fear we are not alone." He said, reaching to his left for his Zanpactō: Murciélago.

Me and Rukia sensed them as well, "Hollows." We both growled, Rukia reaching for her own Zanpactō: Sode no Shirayuki.

With a flick of the wrist, five inch black claws were ready to do my bidding. I didn't exactly want to wake up the neighborhood with explosions. Then dropped into a fighting stance.

The Hollows before us looked more like animals with skull masks. One was a bear, one was a wolf (not the one we fought though), and one was a boar.

"We can each take one," Rukia said, "Drake, You take the wolf! Ulquiorra, take the boar!" She ordered, fully drawing her sword.

"Got'cha." "Understood." We both nodded. Ulquiorra pushed off from where he was, clashing with the boar's tusks, me and the wolf started slashing each other, Rukia stood firm with her hand on her Zanpactō.

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Third Person

Shinichi laid awake in his room. Sleep was evading him, and he had a good idea as to why.

A small sigh escaped his lips, 'Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to disregard his story......' he had heard Drake leave the apartment not too long ago. Shinichi just hoped that he would return soon so he could apologize.

'Besides,' He thought glancing at his glasses, which were on the bedside table, 'its not exactly like I can't relate to him, especially now.'

His eyes grew heavy as sleep finally decided to claim the not-child as it's own, 'I can tell him tomorrow when he gets back...'

His breathing softened as he was dragged into unconsciousness, the quiet apartment surrounding him.