One Soul Cutter, Two Swords (Bleach Fanfic)

One Soul Cutter, Two Swords

They say among the shingami that there is no way that anyone could come to have the same zampakuto as another, as a zampakuto is in fact a manifestation of the soul. Thus the zampakuto becomes more then a beautiful weapon, it becomes a beautiful extension of oneself to represent the uniqueness of the individual, much like the ancient art in Japan of sword making.

It is quite understandable that one might be able to pick up an old zampakuto and become one with it, so long as one was able to connect to the previous person's soul in some way and that person was indeed someone who had died. Then it is the soul of the former person choosing to hand over a part of them. But even this is rare, as the bond between the two has to be great.

Then one has to come to question everything, when two of the same sword comes into the hands of two shingami, how can this be, for isn't the soul something that can't be replicated in any way, something that is in itself individualistic. The only time that one loses the individuality is when a soul loses its memories as it travels through the void, becoming in effect, nobody.

Practically no knowledge of such an occurrence is known except for a select few, due to the forty-six keeping a shut lid on all of this, as revealing this truth would possibly cause an imbalance or an upset amongst the ranks, the idea of someone else possibly coming to have another's sword. In fact, until recent events, the fact that such a thing happened remained hidden from everyone else.

The general Yamamoto-Genryusai watched as the youngest of his captains trained after the events that had caused certain things to come to light, things the general wished for in truth to remain hidden. The white haired child prodigy danced backwards and forwards, his mind elsewhere, still recovering from the events that had suddenly occurred, but then why wouldn't he need to be.

Footsteps could be heard approaching him, soft and sure of themselves. "The occurrence of two zampakuto… this is something I would like to have studied as to why it happened… perhaps…"

"I will not allow you to run any sort of tests on Captain Hitsugaya, Captain Kurotsuchi," the general stated sternly.

"But you can't deny that no one knows how this came to be," the man grumbled, not realizing that the young taicho had suddenly stopped his movements and was glaring lividly at the two men.

"And your reiatsu is being detected by him," Yamamoto stated firmly. "And until you showed up, I had no problems observing and watching him at play."

"I don't play," came the young taicho's reply as he shunpooed up to where the general was speaking with the other captain.

"For you, it is play, as you enjoy it," the head captain gave Toshiro a smile. "And I am personally enjoying watching you at it."

"I can't say I do enjoy it," the white haired boy commented, rubbing the back of his head. "I still would like to know what this is about."

"Two zampakuto, exactly the same," Kurotsuchi commented. "The only record I have ever found has been you."

This caused the boy to pause, then speak up to the younger of the two men. "I should have known, what with the recent events and everything. I am not an experiment, and I wish to be treated as a human being, if you don't mind."

"And what if the general were to suddenly decide too…" however, Kurotsuchi suddenly found the general speaking up.

"I would do no such thing," the old man commented. "Plus, I all ready know the answer that you seek, and it is one that one can gain just from looking at the facts."

Toshiro gave the old man an odd look, then shook his head. "If you two don't mind… I would rather train with some peace and quiet."

"Oh, so you don't want the answer?" Kurotsuchi gave the young boy a smile. "I would figure that you would, considering that it deals with you in particular, the question that I had."