.:Realm of the Humans:.
Realms and Worlds:
Soul Society | Las Noches | Hueco Mundo | Aizen’s Throne Room | Seireitei | First Division
- Created By Bleach Universe
Awww, No Zanpakuto
*hologram of Phoenix Riddle appears over Karakura Town*
Attention one and all. It seems you are finally feeling the sting of our power. *grins* I hope you enjoyed the show of the ‘Vanishing Zanpakuto’.
BUT, the show is not over.
At least not yet.
You do want your zanpakuto back, riiight? *wicked giggle*
Well… it will be simple for you get them back.
All you have to do is play our little game.
A little Scavenger Hunt, where my riddles will lead the way.
But be warned! My riddles may seem easy at times, but they will and do intensify as the game goes on. And it all depends on you; how hard they become.
If you missed me explaining it the first time you may want to visit someplace to help you out.
If you don’t, you can blame no one but yourself for the loss of your Zanpakuto. Because there are no exceptions, everyone has lost their zanpakuto or source of power. And it doesn’t break my heart in the slightest bit to see you enter the Reckoning without it.
After all… *grins*
It is your head.
So be sure to read up *grins*
Well I guess I can leave now. Get ready; because you might be called on tomorrow. You never know.
*wicked giggle and the hologram fades away*
Zangetsu Right off my Back
Ichigo was out for a walk that morning when he got an alert of a Hollow that was very close by. Quickly he went for his badge, becoming disgusted when he remembered it was taken by the thief. He then grabbed Kon that decided to follow him that morning. He shoved his hand down his throat and pulled out the Mod Soul pill and popped it into his mouth. Once his body was free of his soul he reached back for his zanpakuto. Only to find it was gone.
Ichigo spun in a circle looking behind him, his anger growing even more intense when he could not find it. He growled under his breath and took off for Urahara’s Shop.
“I can’t believe the thief took Zangetsu! I will kill him with my bare hands if I have to, to get him back!”
Murderous Intent
The dark outlines of Los Noches disappeared behind Ulquiorra as he stepped through into the living world and severed his link to his home of eternal night. A single street lamp flickered on the quiet street and a discarded cup nudged his foot; a small obstacle he could easily overcome in this evening of death.
Masking his spiritual pressure, the cuatro espada strode towards the confectionery shop Kita was known to haunt. The closer he got, the more his anger and murderous desire rose. For a moment he lost sight of the true goal and indulged in the fantasy of driving his hand through the throat of his victim. But it was only for a moment.
Reason and diligence took over once more and he reminded himself that he was a creature of meticulous design. Nothing would stop him from crushing the immediate problem: Kisuke Urahara. Just the name sent a wash of moodiness over Ulquiorra.
"...he said he'd rather go alone." A voice drifted through the paper-thin walls of the shop and warped the silence.
"Of course he would. He doesn't understand the risks of entering Hueco Mundo as a Soul Reaper." A terribly familiar voice chided. Ulquiorra's hands itched to tear his throat out, but he waited. Listening.
"I just hope Hitsugaya hasn't bitten off more he can chew. It would be a real shame if...."
Ulquiorra stepped away. Having heard enough to confirm one of his brooding suspicions, he left his murderous anger behind and turned his thoughts to his wayward fraction. He had a job for her....
