Since I've been on Facebook and Lesen about the headmaster's death. I worked in a little magic. Being that my main character is a Soul Smith. She made Yamamoto's zenpakuto. With her arrival on the scene in a sense, it has gegeben her creation the added strength to preserve its host. Thus, allowing the headmaster to survive when he should have died.
Yamamoto could feel pain, why? He had used all his energy all his power. He should be nothing but ash if even that. Yet he felt the stiffness of his joints the injuries he had taken. He slipped his eyes open seeing the brightness of the sky, looking around he saw somber faces with eyes closed. They all thought what he himself had. "He will be forever remembered." One of the healers sniffled. "He can't be gone, what will we do without him?" Yamamoto chuckled and stahl, stola the show. Then they surrounded him, smiles and happy tears before they eased him onto the stretcher. He fingered his zenpakuto, it sang to him in almost a voice. Happiness.
Aizen frowned as he saw the old man's body still in one piece, the power that the headmaster had expelled from his own body should have evaporated every ounce of any physical form. He tentively sniffed. Cinnamon? He swayed. His mind revealed an image of a young girl with red hair, laughing eyes that changed color. The red hair and eyes reminded him of Orihime. Was this new image why he had been obsessed with Orihime? "Aizen are Du alright?" One of the healers asked. He nodded. "Just tired. I'll be alright."
As the healer's carried Yamamoto to the where the wounded were they passed Byakuya who was being worked on. He was in far worse shape, he doubted that the boy would survive. Yet his zenpakuto blazed blue flames down its blade, revealing to him another shadow beneath Byakuya. One that had no skin and barely little left of its skeleton, yet it clung to Byakuya as if its life depended ....no he halted the carriers with a hand. Looking at the dying child the shadow moved the boy's head. Ever changing eyes, eyes that held pain, happiness and so much determination Yamamoto nodded, this soul would not allow Byakuya to die waving at his carriers, he chuckled. Two stubborn souls within one body. Byakuya would fight just as hard to die as this spirit would for him to live. He breathed in and found a cinnamon scent emulating from the shadow. It soothed him. Strange how had the spirit known that the scent was Byakuya's favorite. Not only did the youth like it in his office but in his tea, and the kekse, cookies that he seemed to have a liking for. Yes, this soul was indeed a clever creature. It would be interesting to find who the shade had been.
Flash to the prologue.
Yamamoto could feel pain, why? He had used all his energy all his power. He should be nothing but ash if even that. Yet he felt the stiffness of his joints the injuries he had taken. He slipped his eyes open seeing the brightness of the sky, looking around he saw somber faces with eyes closed. They all thought what he himself had. "He will be forever remembered." One of the healers sniffled. "He can't be gone, what will we do without him?" Yamamoto chuckled and stahl, stola the show. Then they surrounded him, smiles and happy tears before they eased him onto the stretcher. He fingered his zenpakuto, it sang to him in almost a voice. Happiness.
Aizen frowned as he saw the old man's body still in one piece, the power that the headmaster had expelled from his own body should have evaporated every ounce of any physical form. He tentively sniffed. Cinnamon? He swayed. His mind revealed an image of a young girl with red hair, laughing eyes that changed color. The red hair and eyes reminded him of Orihime. Was this new image why he had been obsessed with Orihime? "Aizen are Du alright?" One of the healers asked. He nodded. "Just tired. I'll be alright."
As the healer's carried Yamamoto to the where the wounded were they passed Byakuya who was being worked on. He was in far worse shape, he doubted that the boy would survive. Yet his zenpakuto blazed blue flames down its blade, revealing to him another shadow beneath Byakuya. One that had no skin and barely little left of its skeleton, yet it clung to Byakuya as if its life depended ....no he halted the carriers with a hand. Looking at the dying child the shadow moved the boy's head. Ever changing eyes, eyes that held pain, happiness and so much determination Yamamoto nodded, this soul would not allow Byakuya to die waving at his carriers, he chuckled. Two stubborn souls within one body. Byakuya would fight just as hard to die as this spirit would for him to live. He breathed in and found a cinnamon scent emulating from the shadow. It soothed him. Strange how had the spirit known that the scent was Byakuya's favorite. Not only did the youth like it in his office but in his tea, and the kekse, cookies that he seemed to have a liking for. Yes, this soul was indeed a clever creature. It would be interesting to find who the shade had been.
Flash to the prologue.
