Oradour-Sur-Glane

Wheels Turning

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BLEACH. BLEACH is a property of Tite Kubo, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. This fanfiction story is only inspired by a real life event. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Wheels Turning

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Shuhei spat out the gum that he's been chewing on since 20 minutes ago as he study the whole town of Oradour-Sur-Glane. They received a call from their contractor last night, asking them to investigate Glane further. And now, here they are at 7 in the morning.

His eyebrows furrowed as he watch smoke coming from somewhere inside the town. It's been almost a month and the town is still releasing smoke like it was just burnt yesterday. This only shows how damaged the town was.

Shuhei clicked his tongue. Damn Nazis.

"Oi Shuhei, most people from the next town won't talk. But a priest told us that everyone's dead, no one survived." Ikkaku, one of Shuhei's partner for this mission stopped a few meters from him to look at the ruined gate of Glane.

"Daaaaamn, those Nazis are pure assholes huh." He added.

Shuhei clicked his tongue once more. It's pretty obvious that this mission is a failure. But he feel bad for Japan, losing their only heir in a foreign country. Worse, from the hands of their ally.

He stuffed his hands inside his pockets. He's also Japanese, but he left Japan years ago and started living in Europe. And now, he's become an assistant to a famous detective here in France.

Sighs

He can't just leave without doing anything. Damn it.

"Call Yumi. Tell him we'll go inside after an hour." He said turning around and walking towards the direction of their truck. "WHA?! I told you everyone's dead! We won't find anything from that town!!" Shuhei turned to give Ikkaku a look that could send daggers. Then he looked at the smoldering town once more with a frown.

Something's calling him, asking him to enter that God-forsaken town. He sighed and faced the direction of their truck once more. Before answering his meddling partner.

"We'll enter the town at 8. No questions." Then he walked, leaving his very irritated friend behind.

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Why are they still not contacting me??!

Sosuke clenched his hand as he stares out of the window of his office. He can't believe that those fucking assholes in Japan are taking so long to debate about the situation. The crown prince died a few months ago without leaving any heir, and they can't find Isshin as well. Sosuke is the only living son of that stupid emperor, though he's illegitimate, but still the emperor's son so why the fuck are they still not asking him to be their next crown prince?!

"Boss, yer makin' another scary face right there." He heard Nnoitra say out of nowhere. And that's when he saw his own reflection from his window. He sighed, willing that face to go away.
He can't let people see him angry. He have to maintain his mask. His cool mask.

"Whew. That control is really somethin boss..." Nnoitra continued, making Sosuke's eyebrow twitch.

"How's your mission fucktard?" He answered instead, facing his office once more and sitting down on his chair, resting his back on it and not even bothering to look at his favorite ally.