Oradour-Sur-Glane

Escape

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.

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Escape

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I was frowning as I walked towards the still smoking church. Great. More smoke! Just when I was trying to avoid it.

I motioned for my team to follow me then I started looking for Starrk.

And it didn't took that long. I saw Starrk right away. He was standing a few feet away from the door of the church. Not minding the think smoke coming out from it.

"Starrk!"

I shouted. We made it a rule that I won't be calling him Dad while we're on a mission. But I don't want to call him by his rank too. It's too mouthful.

Stark turned to look at me after dismissing the soldiers that he was talking to.

"Hey, how's your assignment?"

He asked as if he was just asking about my day. I really hate this part of him.

"Fine. No one's hiding on the east side. I don't know about the west side though. Because a certain someone just robbed me off my task."

I put all of my frustration to that last word. I saw Starrk sighed.

"He said he wanted to finish our job here as soon as possible, so I allowed him since he's not doing anything. And besides, you know how Nnoitra works. You wouldn't want to pass by that barn I'm telling you."

I looked away out of anger. Yes, we have to pass by the barn where they gathered all the town's men to get to the other side. And yes, I know how he works. He's a monster.

Killing his victims were not enough. Last time, he skewered his victims and hanged them on a tree.

Sick bastard.

I sighed before looking back at my father with my usual frown.

"So, what d'you want me to do with that?" Using my lips to point to the now still-smoking-ruined church.

Starrk raised his eyebrows, asking me a question that only the two of us knows.

Can you enter that place?

That made me frown.

Of course I can enter that damned church. My parents died inside a fucking burning car, not a fucking church!

I just sighed instead, allowing my frown to embed itself on my face.

"Don't worry about me, I'm already over it."

I answered after a few seconds.

Another sigh came out from his lips before getting serious once more and turning to look at the soldiers that are now busy cleaning up the vicinity.