Oradour-Sur-Glane

Angels

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 inspired by a real life event. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

DISCLAIMER PART 2:More like an excuse. I'm not a native speaker, so please forgive any grammatical errors. Thank you very much for reading, in advance.

DISCLAIMER PART 3:The Japanese words that I used here in this fic were translated using Google Translate. If there are any wrong grammars, I apologize. I just thought that it would be more effective if those lines were delivered in Japanese.

Again, I welcome criticism and corrections. Please don't hesitate to tell me.

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Angels

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It's a total chaos.

Dust filled the air around town, people are slowly flooding the street with their face filled with fear.

Well, you can practically smell fear around town.

I tried my best to maintain my mask and avoid the frown that's slowly creeping on my face.

These people are innocent. Even a three year old kid could tell that. What the fuck is Starrk thinking continuing the attack when the people are obviously fight less?

I looked around. My team were the first ones to enter this town. Asking them to remain calm, and to take out their papers proving their identity. They were very calm at first. But the sight that I am seeing now, is very far from the first time I entered this place.

The order that was given to me, is to just stand here in the town square , until the houses where cleared of people, and then burn the houses down to make sure that there's no one hiding inside.

Fuck, this is so sick. I came here to stop a rebellion to stop these people from disturbing peace, but no matter where I look at, we're the one that's disturbing peace in this town.

"Hey hey! Watch it! This guy is sick, you don't have to push him like that!"

My attention was pulled by a man with brown hair not too far from where I am. He's currently shouting at Nnoitra for dragging an old man out of his house.

I can't help but smirk. This guy's asking for it.

"Watch it? Watch it?!"

I heard Nnoitra laughed so hard. His soldiers following. But the just looked at them like they're a bunch of crazy people before he kneeled on the ground to help the old guy up.

The man was about to stand up again with the old guy when he was hit by the handle of Nnoitra's rifle. Power Tripping at its finest.

"Otousan!"

Then, out of nowhere, a small boy came running to help. He has orange hair, and is very small. I think he's around 9 or 8 years old. My mask shattered, being replaced by the frown that I've been trying so hard to hide.

He kneeled in front of the man, and started talking in a different language.

Japanese.