I stand on a pure white wasteland
I breath air filled with life
Yet I no longer live
Now I am truly free
Chapter Two: Rukongai
“OI, NEW KID!” I keep my eyes closed, acclimating myself to this new
environment. A few things come to mind immediately. First, sound; that guy was
really loud, overpowering–for that moment–the soft sounds of the world around
me, people talking, laughing, kids playing, a dog barked somewhere, I think.
Next; smell, a bit dusty, but clean, not at all like the smoggy American cities
I’d gone through to get to my ‘Death-denation’. After that, hunger; I needed
food bad. After that, Touch; I was on something smooth and cool.
“NEW KID!” the man screamed again.
“Easy, Daruu-sama, let him lay there, he’s probably still in shock.” A
high pitched voice said a couple decibels lower . I opened my eyes and the sun
was above my field of vision. By the sounds of the people, I guess it was
shortly after dawn. Which means that above me was East. That meant when I sat
up I’d be facing West. I groaned as I got to my feet, looking around I was
right, smack in the middle of a white circular platform.
People were all around, and so were buildings. Pale brown made out of
thin wood like old Warring States era Japan.
People were walking around, minding their own business, most of them. A
few people had stopped to get a look at me. I guess an American is a rare thing
here. I guessed that I was in the Japanese section of the after life.
“There is up, Mara, now then. HEY NEWBIE!” I turned my head to a short,
muscular, Japanese man in a strange blue and green kimono. I was pretty fed up
with his annoying voice and decided to smack him one. Then I saw the girl. Okay
there’s all sorts of definitions for hot, sexy, just plain FINE, but
she...Mara, I guessed,...wow...just....I stopped dead in my tracks and couldn’t
take my eyes off her. She had long
black hair with blue streaks, her form was slim but tall, and curved subtly.
She blushed under my gaze and looked away with a smile.
The man, Daruu, was quick to pick up on this, I wasn’t exactly good at
hiding the stare, and leapt onto the platform.
“STOP OGLING MY SISTER!” He brought his hand back to punch me but I had
already snapped out of my revere and had grabbed his face before slamming him
to the ground. A smile was on my face. She was his sister, not his girlfriend,
hopefully, if I was dead and they were dead, they could have been from a time
where sister and girlfriend weren’t so uncommonly the same thing. I shuddered
at that thought but simply smiled as I hopped down to where the man had been
standing.
I turned to the girl, Mara, who now looked at me with a bit of shock.
“Sorry about smashing up your bro, he’s a bit annoying with that
yelling. Swear he’s loud enough to...wake..the....dead” I stopped and thought
about what I’d just said. “Huh..that was supposed to be a joke but...its...not
funny now that I’m part of the mentioned party...huh..” I scratched my chin.
Mara giggled,
“Indeed.” I noticed her voice was much deeper than it was a minute ago as
turned her head and watched as Garru got up and spun around.
“What the HELL was that!?” he screamed.
“ I shoved your face into the ground, what did it feel like I did?” I
laughed.
Daruu just pointed
at the ground. There was a good impression of his face and torso in the rock.
I opened my mouth
but all that came out was the echo of my stomach growling. I blushed and
apologized.
“Sorry, I’m just a little...okay REALLY hungry...anyone know a good
place for some grub? I’ll pay you back somehow, since I don’t think my money
came with me if my clothes didn’t.” I had looked down a moment before and seen
that my outfit had been replaced by a plain white tunic and pants.
“You’re hungry?” Both of the siblings said, a bit shocked. A few people
on the street turned their heads to listen.
“Yeah....” I looked around, “That a bad thing?” I inquired.
“Only if you like being weak!” Daruu laughed. He sat on the edge of the
platform and a suddenly a black comet of light shot down.
“Hmm a Shinigami...” Daruu muttered. I watched as the dust cleared and,
lo and behold the girl in black was standing there. She noticed me and blinked,
then turned her sights forward and started walking, using stairs to descend
from the platform.
“Hey, lady, um-“ I walked over to her and suddenly she was staring me
in the face. “Um... Thanks ...for the saving me and all....” I managed.
“It’s my job.” she stated flatly. She looked past me and saw Daruu and
Mara. “Hey! Daruu! Likai!” Wait, Likai? Then who was....I turned around and
noticed, suddenly, a small girl with green hair in a blue kimono. She smiled at
me and waved. So THAT was Mara...maybe... “And little Mara...still tagging along
with this nut?” She asked the small girl.
“You better believe it Rola-sama!” she cheered, same high pitch voice I
heard before.
“Rola?” I found myself saying aloud. The girl, the Shinigami, turned
around.
“Rolanda Tanara, Tenth Company,
4th seat.” She recited with a smirk.
“That supposed to impress me? I don’t even know where I am so if it
was, it was a waste.” Rolanda sighed.
“It usually is.” she looked up. “Anyway your in Rukongai, the living
place for those no longer living. East section. Okay place, long as you stay
out of trouble. If you want to do that, avoid this bum.” She thumbed over her
shoulder at Daruu. I couldn’t help but laugh
“Trouble’ll find this kid anyway, Rola. He’s hungry.” Daruu said, with
some clout.
Rola’s eyebrows rose a bit. “Really, how hungry?” she asked Daruu,
strange that she didn’t ask me that. And what was the big deal?
The short man pointed at the imprint of his face and chest on the
platform, “THAT hungry.” Rola’s jaw dropped, just as my stomach roared in
protest of not being filled. This time many people looked at me like I had the
plague or something.
“Okay what the hell is so wrong with being hungry?!” I yelled in
inquiry.
The tall girl, Likai, laughed, “Nothing it just means you have
spiritual powers.” She covered her mouth to keep from laughing to hard.
I blinked hard. “Oh. That all?” I sighed and leaned against the
platform. Daruu spoke in a low tone I couldn’t catch and Rola nodded to
whatever it was. The dark skinned shinigami girl waved to get my attention. I
was in a bit of a ‘Thinker’ pose, and my attention was not on what my eyes were
perceiving. So she whacked me on the head with the back of her hand.
“Hey, I’m trying to be polite and say good-bye, ya dumbass!” she swore.
“Ow....” I rubbed the offended temple, “Fine. So long, farewell,
alveterzen, good night.” I grumbled. “Thanks again.” The girl stopped for a
moment but shook her head, smiled, and spun on a sandaled heel and walked off.
I could see, down the street, large buildings with orange-yellow tiled roofs
and tall white walls.
“OH!” She stopped and turned around. “I didn’t get your name.” She
said, with a smirk.
“Kaito. Just Kaito.” I said with a smirk. She nodded and turned to
resume her walk.
“Well ‘just Kaito’, Let’s get moving.” Daruu wrapped my neck in a hairy
arm and started dragging me along the road.
“GACK!” I managed before he started running at high speeds. I blacked
out shortly after.
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“Geez, Kaito-san,”
Mara stared at me wide eyed, “You really can pack it in.” I laughed.
Considering I’d just eaten enough food for three people, she was being polite.
“Yeah, didn’t think
I could fit that much in me but,” I patted my stomach, it wasn’t any bigger or
showing signs of bloating, but I felt full, “I really needed that.” I turned
and faced Daruu, “Thank you for the incredible meal,” I said, bowing low. The
man was on his side on a cot. The house we were in was small, but it had
several rooms. The wok hanging over the fire pit in the center had some food
left in it, I’m pretty sure I could have stuffed it down my mouth and enjoyed
it too, but that would have been rude. Likai smiled while her brother laughed.
“I’m the best cook in Rukongai and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,
kid.” Daruu declared. He sat up and crossed his legs. “Okay, now that your
mouth is empty enough to start giving thanks without spitting food up, go over
what I told you.”
I nodded and starting thinking back to what he’d said. “I’m in the Soul
Society, a place were the dead live their second life, but noone knows what’s
after this life. Rukongai is the area we are allowed in, and where normal souls
live. The Seireitei is the Death God Compound and where the Shinigami live and
work when not on missions in the Living Realm, hunting Hollows. Hollows are
human ghosts that either become corrupt due to time, their own evil nature, or
another Hollow. They feed on souls and turn those souls into other Hollows. The
Shinigami, or Death gods, use their Zanpaku-to, or soul cutting swords, to
purify the good souls that have been corrupted, and send the evil souls to
Hell. Zanpaku-to are spiritual beings with names and personalities, a Soul
reaper of appreciable strength can all out his Zanpaku-to’s name and it will
transform from a katana to some wild new shape called umm....”
“Shikai.” Mara chimed in.
“Right...” I nodded, “The other tool of Shinigami is Kidou, or spirit
power. It stems from the inner most core of the soul, and coils outward. Using
incantations, or memorized spells storied in the metaphysical spiral of kidou,
a Soul Reaper can unleash varing attacks against their foes. Spells used with
the full incantation are inherently more potent then a stored spell, but the
stored spells can be used rapidly and more than once without having to recite
the whole spell. Spiritual energy is best focused while imagining a dark
circle, however other shapes are needed for certain spells. This means a caster
needs a clear head and a strong imagination.”
“WONDERFUL! You’d make a great parrot!” Daruu laughed. I frowned.
“Just doing what you asked me too.” I grumbled
“Do things for yourself!” Daruu
declared. I think a vein was about to burst in my forehead cause I was more
than a little pissed at that point, but I took a deep breath and said nothing.
“Okay now what?”
“What do you mean?” Daruu asked.
“I mean what’s the point of telling me all this?” I asked, a little
sore now from eating so fast.
“So you know.” Daruu shrugged. “There’s many paths you can take. You
can try and join the Shinigami, you can stay here and live out the rest of
eternity....but then..you have eternity to decide!” The man laughed, “Just so
you know I’m around 134, and my sister is over 220!” I gawked at this remark
and looked between them. “Wait that would make her your GRANDMA not your
sist-OW!” Mara suddenly hit me over the head with her foot.
“That’s really rude, Kaito.” the small girl said.
“Hahaa that’s right KaitoOOOW” Daruu received a similar strike.
“And it was rude to mention her age, Daruu-sama!” she squealed. I
looked to Likai when she coughed politely to get my attention.
“People who are related to one another by blood rarely find each other
hear. Its simply a matter of odds. All the people in Soul Society are those who
have died in the past, but did not go to Hell. And while some generations the
ratio of Hell to Soul Society is drastically in the former’s favor, it still
makes it almost impossible to find someone, there is also to fact that many
people with strong wills become Shinigami. Because of all this, people here
grow attached to those near them and make families of their own. It’s the same
with the Shinigami, though their ties are of strength and ideals rather than
compassion.”
I mulled this over. “So if I get strong enough, then what? The Shinigami
will come find me and tell me to join them or something?” I looked at the tall
girl. She laughed.
“Well they’ll send an envoy to test your Kidou strength. Usually
there’s a charm involved but sometimes not.”
“How do you know?” I asked, a bit curious.
“Oh, I’ve been given the test over a hundred times. I’ve passed all of
them, but I’ve stayed because of friends and family who I care for. I can join
anytime really.
“She’s staying cause Daruu-sama is WEEEEEEEEAK” Mara chimed in. I
laughed at this and smiled at the group. I didn’t realize it then, but they had
already accepted me as part of their group. So when I asked how I’d get the
Shinigami’s attention they all got quiet. THAT’S when I realized they had
accepted me.
“Um....well...sorry guys it’s just...that Hollow...it.....I .....I
don’t know I just feel this compulsion..and...huh? Daruu-san...” I spoke as the
man got up.
“When you feel that urge, it is destiny. Don’t deny it unless you can
think of a reason, and if you can’t even place the feeling itself then finding
a reason to deny it is almost impossible.” He pumped a fist into the air in
between us. “GO and cause mayhem. That’ll get their attention!”
A bead of sweat ran down the back of my neck. “I don’t want THAT kind
of attention.”
“Oh....” the man pondered before snapping his fingers and going into a
room off the main sitting area. I could hear sounds of things being tossed
around. “AHA!” Daruu came back with two things. One was a rectangular box, the
other was a weird artifact. It looked like a dagger made from bamboo, but red
and covered in black writing. He tossed
them to me and I caught them reflexively.
“In the box is ink, notebooks and a couple of brushes. Go into the
forests and write poetry. The dagger is a dowsing artifact, it resonates to
fruits growing in the wild.” He said simply.
“Um....” I looked at the items, “How is this gonna help?” I asked. Daruu sighed, pained, “Such an idiot....” he
pointed at the box. “Most Kidou spells are just poetry some old Shinigami
recited one day and ended up burning half his audience, or his house, or his
cat. Try writing and reciting anything that pops into your head. Give it a few
weeks, maybe a couple of months. The dagger will help you find food. My advice:
pluck the red mangos as soon as you can. They become poisonous for weaker
spirits if left on the trees too long and go purple.” He smiled as if he’d come
up with some great plan. In the end it was like saying; “Here have some
stationary and a compass; go get stronger or die.”
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