Los Niños de Izanami: Contención

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Nobility and Royalty, Planning for the worst
Kukkyōna had prepared his Seireitei Soul Reaper attire for the upcoming meeting with the King, among other politicians of Yurei possibly. As he wrapped his scarf around his neck, he remembered that he got word of additional reinforcements from the Gotei 13, one of which the Head Captain spared no expense at employing. He knew their specialities and found their abilities would come in handy as well as their additional input on the situation with this so-called Pillinial Movement that the Ahijados cult had been moving towards.

It only took him a few hours to reach the gate of the Castle, its reaches higher in altitude 2nd to that of the Police Force just by sheer stature and height of the momumental structure. As he approached the gate closer, he noticed the Royal Guards blocking the way, but immediately recognized him due to his foreign attire and the only one in Yurei Okuko 'sides his son.

"C-Captain Hayate! We were expecting your arrival," one of the guards bowed respectfully while feeling a bit inept at greeting both a Head of a Noble Family as well as a Captain of the Seireitei Gotei 13.

"Its nothing to be concerned of, you're doing a fine job," Kukkyōna said plainly, his form walked past the guards after briefly acknowledging each of them, saying, "I'm expecting more arrivals from the Seireitei to be here. Try not to get intimidated too much."

"Y-Yes sir!" The other one said immediately as they watched him disappear inside the magnanomious castle.

Kukkyōna walked with a casual gait, taking time to admire the enamorings of the castle, the decorations, the fine carpet and pictures lining the walls, he could get the feeling that he truly was in the presence of nobility and royalty.

He wasn't the only one to grace the castle floors with his presence.

As he walked by, he passed by several other people who were either wandering the castle halls or standing idly and chatting. All of them were dressed in rather formal attire, some modern, and some traditional. All of them were of various cultures, as had been the case in their first encounter with police organization. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing at jokes or otherwise. It was indeed a popular place to stay at, not just the King's private home.

Kukkyōna sighed lightly, having seen the light-hearted talk and laughter present in the castle, he wished Daisuke attended to more of these events and opportunities to see how Nobility should act and take advantage of the benefits of titles. He hoped to introduce Daisuke more formally to the King, only been graced with his presence when they were awarded the medals by him, but there wasn't anything more than rehearsed lines of gratitude and honor of being thanked in that manner. In this time, he hoped Daisuke could be given a chance to get to know the Royalty here as well, in the future event of him doing dealings with Yurei Okuko as the next Head of the Noble Family.

He managed to turn around a corner, briefly attracting some guest's eyes and attention, hearing the hushed and quick talk as they noticed his uniform and his handsome features. He's been used to the attraction but felt no need to return the favor, seeing as he truly had no one present of late that he had attraction to, nor desired it. It was then he saw up ahead a turned back of a certain individual that seemed to be waiting for him, outside the large elegant, tall doors leading to the Court Room, where the King would be.

"Excuse me," he said out in a polite, yet crisp tone, asking with a stoic, straightforward manner, "are you the liason for Yurei's Royalty?"

It was as if her senses had been snapped to attention.

She had been looking curiously at a portrait when the voice of a male had sounded behind her. Immediately and with a natural flair, she turned around in order to face him so that she could see him as well as he could see her. She had raven black hair cropped into a bob that hung about her face, violet-colored eyes, and a rather pale complexion. She was wearing a Shinigami uniform, but without any insignia. On her arms, she wore white gloves that extended up slightly past the elbow, the endpoint hidden by her shirt sleeve. Her Zanpakuto was resting at her waist.

Upon taking him in quickly, she closed her eyes and bowed out of recognition for the aura of nobility and rank of the person before her. "Yes, that would be me." She kept her tone respectful, but at a much calmer level than the nervous guard had. "Kuchiki Rukia at your service, Captain...."

Kukkyōna took a keen eye over her, within a moment he saw that she was no ordinary liason. He was aware that there were Soul Reapers in the employ of Yurei Okuko, but with that said, any significant amount of citizens with high Spiritual Energy made it impractical to set up a formal training center, like the Shinō Academy, and then employ them as regular means of military or police force. But, seeing one in front of her made him to believe they kept most of them within the Royal Guard and Parliment Security Force, if not most for the Military.

A tactful decision, this King certainly likes to keep his Soul Reapers at arm's length, Kukkyōna thought with reserve, before his eyes furrowed at the name and appearance of the woman in front of him, as well as her name.

"Captain Hayate of the 6th Division," he said before asking with a curious look in his eyes, "tell me. Did you happen to be formally of the Noble Kuchiki Family?"

"Formerly?" That brought Rukia to raise herself up, eyes furrowing slightly at his statement. She shook her head. "I am, and still am, sir. Why do you ask?" She had a few ideas of her own, but the primary one that stuck in her head was desired confirmation of her identity. It was something she didn't really mind.... after all, what possible reason would she have to hide who she was?

"I see," Kukkyōna said, his eyes narrowed before he continued, "so this is where the adopted sister of the late Byakuya Kuchiki ended up. Honestly, this is the last place I thought to see you here, Miss Kuchiki. I wouldn't have condoned your retirement of your duties as a Soul Reaper due to what happened with the Quincy."

....maybe there could have been a reason that could be possible.

She winced slightly at the rather condemning statement made by Kukkyona, but kept her composure. "I beg your pardon....but I didn't come here because of retirement...." She explained, keeping her arms at her sides. "I was transferred here, due to my own understanding of modernization as well as the need for the Seireitei to concentrate on internal affairs. It was honestly something unexpected to me as well, but it was nothing that I couldn't adjust to...."

"No need to apologize, Miss Kuchiki," he said bowing his head lightly, before saying apologetically, "I never expected you to be here is all. Its been centuries since I've seen anyone of the Kuchiki Family outside the Seireitei, so this is quite a surprise on my part."

Rukia nodded. "So I've seen...." She commented, smiling a little. "I take it you're here for the meeting, right? The others will be here soon...."

Kukkyōna nodded back, with a soft smile and tone he voiced his thoughts, "So I see that his Majesty likes to keep his Soul Reapers within arm's reach. A good tact, for a land with so few with high enough Spirit Energy to attain mastery to a potent degree, and I can see why he would keep someone like you, even closer."

This made Rukia's smile a bit shy, and she looked away for a brief moment under the indirect compliment that was given to her. Of course, she allowed it to cross her face for just a brief moment before returning to her cool and calm demeanor. "For the ones that come from the Seireitei, it would be a necessity to keep them as close as possible, as we serve a great link between the two societies. So yes.... it is a tactful decision...."

"That, and for security reasons. Had there been any attempt on the King's life, or any members of Parliment, they'd definitely be in for a surprise they'd never forget," Kukkyōna said thoughtfully, before relaxing his stance slightly, his shoulders let down, looking from side to side down each of the halls, still hearing the distant chattering and laughter still present within the castle.

"It seems Yurei Okuko has recovered nicely since the battle with the Ahijados. Its a shame people have to prepare for war after a battle like that. I'd almost think people would be less hearty at this time," he said aloud in a casual, practical manner.

That was when Rukia directed her gaze over his shoulder, looking down the alley in which he had came down. "One would easily think that...." She commented lightly. "The city's sustained quite a lot of damage and made its way through the two civil wars. Few, but too quick to follow after one another. Because of the ability to rebuild itself time and time again, the people here have found it easier and easier to put faith within its existence. Many of them were the very same ones who even helped in times where half of the civilization had been destroyed."

Her smile had returned, and if one looked closely, they could see a bit of pride as she spoke the words. "It's quite amazing how far devotion and loyalty can go, isn't it?"

Kukkyōna nodded in approval, saying with a smile on his own face, "These are the foundations that make up a sustaining and worthwhile society. I'm glad that Yurei Okuko is no exception."

"Quite...." Admittedly, Rukia was running out of things in order to keep the topic going. So she simply switched with another. "Do you know who else will be coming to the meeting other than you?"

Kukkyōna retracted his smile, knitting his brows saying in a unknowing tone, "I'm not entirely sure. I'm certain that they're sending in the 4th Division Captain, our Head Captain knowing this battle will probably have higher casualties than the previous battle. I'm pretty sure the last battle was just to test our defenses...how they broke through your advanced security and border patrol is still under speculation.

But to thoroughly answer your question, I am certain he will send two or three additional Captains with their Lieutenants accompanying them to protect the defenses of Yurei Okuko. Beyond that, I think the Head Captain wanted to not bother with the details."

Rukia allowed herself to close her eyes and nod in acknowledgement. She pressed a hand on the door that led to the Court Room, looking over her shoulder at Kukkyona. "If you want, I could allow you to introduce yourself to His Majesty prior to the meeting. I do warn you if you do...." She chuckled a little, her next words taking on somewhat of an amused tone. "He may have the status of nobility, but he's more familiar with civilian populace than traditional followings."

Kukkyōna chuckled slightly, before saying in understanding, "I have plenty of time to have dealt with people of high authority, but are lax when it comes to being formal with other poloticians and nobility. Its a shame I didn't bring my son along today...he'd be able to really relate with him, its seems."

"Then, if you will...."

She pushed open the door, motioning for him to follow her.

Inside was the "office" of the King, surprisingly small compared to the rest of the castle's interior. However, it was still massive enough to be considered beyond the size of the common room. At the desk, they could see a woman with black-hair tied up in a ponytail and gray eyes sitting in a chair beside a man in former attire. By position, one could tell that the girl was an assistant and the man at the desk was the King. By such, one would think that they would've held a stern and strict aura around them just like the common noble. However....

"I....am soooooooooo bored."

THUNK!

Such a theory was disproven when the King slammed his head on his desk, causing the woman to slap her own face out of embarrassment. "Jushin.... please get your head off of the desk. It's unprofessional!" She chided him, her tone exasperated.

"I think I just gave myself a concussion....." was the muffled response.

The woman rolled her eyes, but chuckled a little. "Wouldn't surprise me. Now get up, one of the Captains are coming this way!"

"Huh?" Jushin raised his head as well as an eyebrow as the two approached them. "Ah, I guess some people wanted to come a bit earlier than normal....." Relaxing himself, he folded his hands at level with his face, elbows propped on the table. "Captain Kukkyona of the 6th Division, I presume?"

Shiro sweatdropped as he walked over to Chidori's side, saying with a warm smile and half-lidded eyes, "That's our king for you, Chidori-chan. Always willing to let down his hair in front of anyone and everyone."

Kukkyōna could only sigh inwardly, thinking that his own son has a bit more maturity than the King has, albeit according to his first impression of Jūshin, though the way he held himself would be almost like a act for a deceivingly capable individual beneath his casual act. He knew this because even at this distance, he could feel the subtle thrum of his Spiritual Pressure in the air...

"A pleasure, your Majesty," Kukkyōna said with a noble, professional tone, hoping to make a good impression himself, knowing despite the King's casual attitude he had to keep himself in the position as a Head of a Noble Family, as well as the current representative of the Gotei 13 as Captain of the 6th Division.

"Likewise, son." Juushin lowered his folded hands onto the table, ignoring the chuckle from Chidori. "How can I help you?" His tone was professional, yet it still held that casual and somewhat informal manner that he always carried about his person.

Kukkyōna stepped forward to the table, still maintaining his straight posture while keeping his eyes locked onto Jūshin's, saying in a somber tone, "I'm here to talk about strategy on how the best defend the city districts of Yurei Okuko. It would be best to begin evacuations of all the major populace zones again, and move them to the shelters, as well as move any remaining citizens within the underworks of your castle. From what I've gathered on the Ahijdaos is that they use chaotic, wide-spread panic and damage. We will need to be prepared for this attack moreso than the last one."

Shiro looked onward at Kukkyōna with interest, taking in his initial reasons for being here as well as talks of strategy. He looked over to Jūshin for further input and his thoughts on the plans of evacuating the citizens.

During this exchange, Rukia took the time to silently exit out of the room, closing it behind her in order to let them talk in privacy.

As Chidori gained more of a listening look, Juushin allowed himself to speak, making small hand gestures in order to go with his words. "Normally, that would be the case.... if it were the Ahijados alone." He said, his voice taking on a more serious edge to it. "However, based on information I got from Commander Setsuko, the Ahijados seem to be backed by a Hueco Mundan government known as the Espada Afilado. It won't just be guerrilla war being played out on the homeland, but also a dangerous game of who can outmaneuver and outsmart the other. If this new group is truly helping the cult, then yes, it's pretty obvious that the first breach was nothing but a warning compared to what is to come. That's why I ordered the evacuation-in-masse to be executed as soon as possible. As we speak, hundreds of civilians are being moved out to safer locations and my military troops are setting up security perimeters within the abandoned areas. The only ones who will be on the surface will also be the ones who are going to stand against the assault."

Kukkyōna then crossed his arms, his sleeves covering them, and his eyes narrowed as he spoke plainly, "Speaking of which, there might be a clash with authorities on who's commanding who, when merging both the Police Force and the Military for the defense. Morale will be...questionable due to this. Do you have any plans on how you can change that?"

Shiro slightly winced, remembering how hostile the Police and Military are with each other, and for good reasons as well, even if they sounded foolish to anyone else. He looked over and leaned himself over to Jūshin's ear, whispering, "Do you suppose you should leave the majority of the internal security to the Police Force and leave the perimiter and defense of the castle to the Military? Having hostilities between our forces will be problematic while defending the city."

Jūshin's ears perked up at Shiro's suggestion, eyes widening curiously. Then, he closed his eyes and nodded, focusing his attention back onto Kukkyōna. "Ah, yes! The old competition between soldier and local trooper...." Surprisingly, his tone actually perked up at the mention of it. "That's actually nothing to be worried about. In contrast to popular belief, it's proven to actually boost morale via the competition between the two groups. Furthermore, they have enough sense to know not to kill each other, especially in times of emergency situations. It's really nothing to be worried about."

Chidori put on a weak, but amused smile. "You're not saying that out of you being a former military soldier as well, are you?" She commented, her smile growing wider at his comically widened and narrowed eyes.

"Wha-- no!" He said defensively, closing his eyes and turning away in a scoff. "I'm too much of a free voice to discriminate against the police just because I was a part of their opposition's ranks before. That would be far too narrow-minded...."

"Oh?" A curious tone came from Kukkyōna's mouth, turning over to look at Jūshin, asking, "was I mistaken? From what I've gathered from the Captain Setsuko, it seems that the rivalry was more a bitter atmoshpere than helpful. Is that just her opinion?"

Shino sweatdropped, saying aloud in a pan-smile face, "Oh Avaron-san...you're so blunt and abrupt in your mannerism, you might've as well been a drill sergeant."

"ACHOO!!!" Avaron suddenly covered her mouth with her hands as she let out a sneeze, which was considerably loud. A fellow worker cocked her eyebrow at her superior.

"Uh.... catching a cold, ma'am?"

"No.... but I do think someone's talking about me right about now....."

"Well...." That was when Jūshin's and Chidori's expression turned somewhat sheepish, and they glanced towards each other and then at Shino as if any one of them had a proper answer to it. Then, the two looked back towards Kukkyōna, with Chidori finishing up what she was about to saying. "That really depends.... actually, if you do ever see them interact, you'll know for certain if what Setsuko said was true or not, considering the way they act around each other is pretty much left ambiguous...."

Kukkyōna sighed lightly before nodding to Jūshin and his two aides, saying, "That's good. As for the Seireitei's reinforcements, I'm certain they might bring at least 2 or 3 dozen men from each Division, so it will be helpful to say the least to have Soul Reapers on the troops' side."

Shino nodded, crossing his arms, "Seireitei Soul Reapers are no push-offs from what I've heard. It will be good to have two different Societies fighting this battle, showing how much our two cultures have forged a strong Alliance."

Kukkyōna looked over at Jūshin, asking him, "I know its a little too soon to tell, but is there a specific way you would like the Seireitei Soul Reapers organized in defense of the city?"

"Hmm...." This caused the ruler to look thoughtful for a moment, looking up towards the ceiling in his brief state of thought. "The merge of forces who are normally capable of working alone would be a rather difficult maneuver to work with despite the obvious benefits. It would be best to position the troops under your banner where they should be. The Shinigami can take up positions within the city where the troops are unable to reach, as well as provide assistance and escort when it comes to more dangerous missions that would prove to be an extreme threat to my soldiers. Considering the lethality and power of the Zanpakuto I've seen thus far, I have reason to believe it would benefit both sides, no?"

Kukkyōna nodded, saying aloud while unconsciously placing his right and left hands on the pommels of his Zanpakuto, "Indeed they are. I would be anxious to see just excactly what a Yurei Okuko Soul Reaper can do, outside of this conflict if I am given the chance."

Shiro caught a deadly twinkle in Kukkyōna's eyes that caused him to both tremble in excitement, but also sweat in trepidation as he saw the look of a man who could kill so easily and without hesitation that it made him feel like a child holding onto a weapon he's too young for. He looked over as the gaze was carried over intentionally to the King, knowing that it was a friendly, if not direct challenge towards the King himself.

I hope that the King doesn't plan to take that invitation literally, Shiro thought worriedly with a aghast smile, knowing his King, he probably would to escape the work and boredom he was in just minutes ago.

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Meanwhile, a group of robed and cloaked individuals walked the halls of the Castle, holding the gaze of the Castle's residents, drawing some with looks of fear and awe, others with blushes and giggles. The cloaked individuals bore the garments of Soul Reapers of the Seireitei, as some of them were cloaked obviously in the Haori and standard Shihakushō uniforms customary of any Soul Reaper within the Seireitei's forces. Some of them talking to each other, others held stoic looks and keen eyes, moving around, observing and analyzing the environment around them.

Soon, the head of the group lead them towards the doors leading to the meeting room, running into the Liason of Yurei Okuko to the Seireitei Soul Society, Rukia Kuchiki, he himself smiled warmly at her before bowing his head, followed by a few of the other's heads, mostly the seniors, before introducing himself,

"Hello, Kuchiki-san. Its been a long time since I last seen you. My name is Ryouken Aizen, Captain of the 5th Division, and these are my associates coming here on behalf of the Seireitei's Soul Society to aide in the upcoming defense of Yurei Okuko."

Naturally, Rukia allowed herself to bow as well, recognizing the Captain right away due to the gear and the way he carried himself. "Of course." She stated, giving a nod. "His Majesty and Captain Hayate are already inside." She moved to the door and pressed her hand on it, slowly opening it up to reveal the moderately sized meeting room in which the two men were.

Ryouken smiled, saying aloud before entering the room, "Couldn't help but take the initiative, could he?" His Lieutenant, Senshi Fiaresu, cast his eyes uncaringly upon Rukia's before staring ahead, taking in step with his Captain silently, stylized kimono fluttered around him with the feel of pride and honor.

The one to come next was the 4th Division Captain, Taiyō Ikidōri, her Haori held fastened over her black uniform and generous endowment as she briefly paused to smile at Rukia, before walking behind Ryouken, passing by his Lieutenant to join his left side. Her Lieutenant, Tōshi Yūhi, came within step of her smiling politely back at Rukia before joining her Captain.

The last of the Captains to come after that was a flamboyantly dressed, but if not slightly intimidating by the way he carried himself, was none other than the Kidō Captain, Gyakushū Zen'nō Hando. He looked at her with a warming smile of reassurance, almost knowingly his presence to set some people a little nervous or intimidated, but kept walking in step to join Ryouken's right side.

The last one, curiously did not immediately join them. A handsome, if not slightly bored looking young man, wearing the Lieutenant badge of the 12th Division on his left arm, also wearing a different Kimono of his own, not bothering to put his arms through the sleeves like his compatriot, his eyes looking at Rukia's curiously while holding a long unlit pipe between his lips.

He then chuckled, asking, "What's a capable, attractive Soul Reaper such as yourself playing guard dog outside the meeting room? You not priviledged enough to enter?" His words held a sense of increduality along with his sarcasm, meaning to be more of a curious social query than a insult. If anything, he was insulting her superiors.

As the others gathered before Kukkyōna and the King, Ryouken bowed his head, the others gave a polite bow in turn, as he said aloud, "Sorry we're late. I didn't know the meeting was being started earlier."

"It wasn't," Kukkyōna said briskly, a slight smirk endowed onto his features, before turning his head away from Ryouken back to the King's, "I decided to make sure the King had plans of how to defend the city. With our foreignly trained and skilled forces combining with his, I wanted to make sure we were prepared to make any necessary changes to the plan."

Ryouken chuckled, placing a gloved hand up to his beard, scratching it as he smiled warmly, "I didn't realize you had it all figured out, Kukkyōna-san. I guess I'll just stand here and parade you of your good looks and see to it I get you a comb to brush out that ego of yours."

Kukkyōna arched a brow, before asking aloud without actually looking at Ryouken, saying, "Is that a challenge, Captain Aizen?"

Ryouken waved his hands, emphasizing innocence, saying lightheartedly, "I wouldn't challenge you in front of his Majesty, Kukkyōna-san. It wouldn't be proper conduct, and would shame our Clans to do so. Not that I wouldn't mind it-"

"Ahem!" Taiyō interrupted, scowling at the two Captains, crossing her arms while saying frustratedly, "You're in front of the sovereign ruler of Yurei Okuko. Mind your places and act better for your subordinates!"

Ryouken sighed, shrugging while sheepishly saying, "I meant no offense, Taiyō-chan..."

Shiro sweatdropped, whispering loud enough for Chidori to hear, "These are...Captains?!"

"Apparently...." Chidori muttered back, folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head sagely. "At the very least, I'm glad they aren't as stuck-up as I thought they would've been....." Right beside her, Jūshin simply looked on and listened with somewhat of a calm yet deadpan expression, occasionally glancing from the table to his assistants.

Outside, Rukia had taken to leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. The door was still open, so she could still hear the chatter. At the rather non-subtle flirting, she couldn't help but smirk a little. "I've grown to be more of a listener than anything else...." She answered simply, nodding in the direction of the room. "And that room is going to be filled with debate. I just wouldn't belong."

Meikurai made a sigh, before crossing his arms, looking towards the open door, saying plainly, "So, you're a woman of intuition and action, rather than of intelligence and debate. Despite the calm posture you hold yourself for all to see, your aura cries out for action," he raised a eyebrow, sideglancing her as he continued, "you must have incredible self-control when on duty, Kuchiki."

Kukkyōna then looked onto Jūshin, continuing as if nothing happened, his stoic professional expression never wavering, "So, your Majetsy. Would you care to hear any input from the Captains? They seem to have an alternative approach of defending the city than I do..."

"Well, surely you can't expect me to want to suppress the opinions of others when they're obviously within the most beneficial of boundaries...." The king had once again turned his attention to the group in general. "Ladies and gentlemen, feel free to give your input."

"Well, they always say that action does speak louder than words....." Rukia commented, lightly shrugging. "But I see you're not very eager to jump in yourself. ..."

Kukkyōna nodded towards Jūshin before looking onwards to Ryouken, waiting for him to introduce their strategies.

"Right," Ryouken said before settling into a serious expression, walking towards the meeting room's table showing a detailed map of Yurei Okuko's city, the castle, and even a good couple kilometers of land within the society's control, showing lush forests and meadows, even some mountains beyond that showed at the eedge of the map. He put his palms onto the map, leaning on it before locking his eyes on Jūshin.

"We're expecting a fierce fight in this upcoming battle, I'm not going to lie, but if we make one miscalculation in our planning, we could end losing many lives, even the city. That's why the Head Captain has sent both the 4th Division's Captain along with a good many relief teams to help deal with the wounded. The main battle plan however, rests in why he sent in our Kidō Corps, Kidō Captain," he emphasized, waving a hand in his direction, beckoning him to come forth, his colorful attire flowed around him and a mysterious medallion jingled with every step, Ryouken finished up by moving to the side, explaning, "he will explain the strategy.

"Thank you, Captain Aizen," Kidō Captain Hando said, nodding towards him before splaying his gloved hands over the area of Yurei Okuko, saying, "from what I understand from the debriefing, you have an airforce, composed of magnificent bird. While forming as a good means of transportation and retaliation, these birds would not be suited to halt any form of aerial bombardment, or crossfire that will strike the city's surface below. So, with your permission, Jūshin-sama, I will demonstrate something to you so you can have a better grasp of what we will try to accomplish in the upcoming battle."

Shiro looked onward with interest, looking back and forth from the Captains, even giving a approving look to Chidori before looking equally with approval to Jūshin, nodding at him with a serious look of confidence within whatever the Captain had planned.

Conspiracies and Plots, Moles within Yurei?!
Meikurai chuckled, giving her a thin smile with a narrowed hawk-eye look, asking in a almost rhetorical manner, "What are you talking about, Kuchiki?" he then turned his gaze momentarily over to the meeting room, saying mysteriously, "I am in the meeting room. I've never left the side of my compatriots and superiors. I'm not even having this conversation with you," he crossed his arms, a creepy casting of shadows came over his face, his eyes locked onto hers, "I'm aware of everything that is happening, Kuchiki, be mindful of that in the future. Also," his aura suddenly appeared nonchalant, and he cast a wink towards her, saying, "I happen to like women of action and not meddling in debate. I could use your help with something as a matter of fact."

It was enough to convert Rukia's cool expression into surprise once again, eyes widening slightly as she looked into the room.

There was another one of the Lieutenant standing in the room, standing as rigidly as any bodyguard would have done. The others seemed to talk, and the King seemed to listen, but no one seemed to notice that very fact. Whatever ability of illusion the man was displaying, he was certainly performing it to an expert level. Rukia took this all in before turning her gaze back to the Lieutenant in front of her.

"The least you could do before that is tell me your name, Lieutenant...." She said amiably.

"Shiomaneki," he said with a smug grin, his teeth displaying perfectly white teeth that held his pipe in between them, before finishing, "Meikurai Shiomaneki, Lieutenant of the 12th Division and Deputy Director of the Department of Research & Development. Now," he then crossed his arms, cocking his head slightly to the right, raising his left brow, inquiring, "will you help me?"

Captain Hando stepped forward, bowing his head before speaking in a deep tone, "Your majesty, as powerful as your security force and military is, it cannot be omniscent. Even with additional troops, casualties and infrastructure damage is inevitable from the battle. Therefore, I am proposing a plan," he pointed to key high points along the city, the pinnacle being the castle,

"I will be here, while the rest of my Kidō officers will maintain what I will call, a 'City-Wide-Barrier'. Using the technology provided by the 12th Division to augment the barrier's power, we will enact this barrier during times of high concentrated fire or presumedly artillery bombing runs. We can also trap any number of enemy forces within the city, while seperating them into the sky, leaving them easy prey for your air force and leaving the rest for your gun emplacements, armor units, and infantry. Emergency response units will be directed by a joint effort of your Medical Specialists along with the 4th Division's forces underneath the authority of Taiyō Ikidōri, its Captain. Myself and and Kukkyōna," he emphasized with a wave of his hand towards Kukkyōna before gesturing to himself and looking back at the King,

"will be adding the real bulk of the military power, spreading out our forces where needed, 12th Division will provide additional security around this castle to protect the barrier, Captain Hando, and yourself."

Kukkyōna nodded, hearing the entire conversation, really wishing he had his Lieutenant's opinion as well as him learning something from this. However, he didn't want to force Daisuke to grow up too fast...he only had a few strands of his young life left with him. Once he assumes nobility, he won't be able to enjoy himself the way he used to.

Shiro nodded, also liking the sound of the plan, voicing aloud, "Sounds solid, but the real problem is the way your network is spread out. We will need to add additional forces to secure and protect them, with the aid of the Commanders of each Sector. Anything you see amiss or do you approve of this plan, your Majesty?" Shiro asked Jūshin curiously.

"Well...." Jūshin furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "If you have the manpower for such an expansive movement, then I see no issues with it. Just make sure that everything is in proper order and nothing is left out of place, and we shall do the same." In an idle gesture, he balled up a fist, stuck out his pinkie finger and scratched the side of his nose. After setting his hand down, he turned his eyes over to his two assistants and put on a humored smile. He placed a hand on his chest in a somewhat dramatic manner, his tone changing to a Mid-Atlantic dialect. "Thou approveth of thee idea." He earned a short set of giggling from Chidori as a reward.

Rukia made sure to keep an ear listening to the dialogue taking place while keeping her eyes focused on the man in front of her. "You still haven't told me what you need help with, either...." She added, a bit of a laughing tone within her own voice.

Shiro sweatdropped, saying with a sheepish smile of semi-amusement, "If that was all we needed, I'd simply make you sign papers, your Majesty."

Kukkyōna spoke up, reenetering his voice to the conversation again, "Alright then, its settled. Captain Aizen and I will lead the half of our forces to protect and control the districts under the most dangerous of threats, the Plaza District, the Market District, and the Royal District just outside of your Castle. Our Lieutenants will lead the rest of the remaining forces to reinforce the perimter Sectors where needed, mostly the Residential Sectors and Yurei Okuko's Historical Sector. Captain Ikidōri will respond to the heaviest casualty areas, and the Kidōmembers will be stationed as needed at their assigned positions."

Ryouken chuckled, scratching his beard again saying with a smile, "You're making it sound like this was your idea now, Kukkyōna-san."

Kukkyōna was about to retort when suddenly, a handheld device from within his Haori, ringed, he briefly bowed his head to Jūshin before taking the device up to his ear, answering softly with a bit of increduality behind his voice, "Officer Sonada? What is it, I'm in an important meeting..."

Meikurai's smile brightened a fraction before cocking his head to an angle, nodding behind himself as he said, "Walk with me," and as they walked, his kimono flowing around him like a extravagant curtain, cloaking himself with mystery and vague intentions, as he then spoke aloud, "Kuchiki, I believe the situation within Yurei Okuko is far more severe than what you know. Tell me...have you noticed anything...odd about this cult, the Ahijados, their movements being locked within riddles as strange runic patterns, a set of times and dates...do you understand anything about this?"

"I hope it's not more important than your son's life."

Within the hangar, Kenta had the same type of device to his own ear as he saddled up one the Dragonbirds that were about to be taken into flight. A squad of police officers were doing the same thing with their own individual dragonbirds. "From surveillance reports, there's a fierce battle going on between him and that Sakura Kojima girl against an unidentified group of at least four or five. I'm going to lead a team in order to suppress the area and extract the two of them to Landing Pad C of HQ. I need you to head out and wait for the extraction team once they get there."

Rukia, outside of the doors, cocked an eyebrow in questioning and slight apprehension as she walked right beside him. "Other than the fact that there is a massive attack on the entire region within a few days...." She paused for a moment, thinking about her next words. "Thanks to words from some personally known streetears....the runic patterns at Road 701 were supposed to be the first signs of an apocalyptic reconstruction movement deemed by Red Sun. Because of the lack of proof, however, I don't have reason to believe that it's nothing more than some sort of scare tactic by Ahijados extremists. Why do you ask?"

Kukkyōna narrowed his eyes, physically and internally not worried about his son's safety, believing in his son's will to survive and his skill, but was more worried about the origin of the attackers. "Have you confirmed their origin? Are they Red Sun agents?"

Shiro narrowed his eyes, looking over to Chidori curiously before shrugging and just observing the interaction the Captain had with the Police Officer.

Ryouken narrowed his eyes, cupping his chin and propping his elbow while thinking, finding this interruption troublesome and...disturbing. His Lieutenant looked over, his eyes looked at the Captain with interest, feeling worried of slight for his fellow Lieutenant, someone who had a great amount of zeal and compassion. He'd hate to see anything happen to him, but he would never voice his concerns unless asked.

Taiyō's eyes widened with shock, finding that another sudden attack almost unthinkable, whispering aloud, "They're moving that fast? They couldn't be targeting people specifically, could they?!"

"Captain?" Lieutenant Yūhi asked curiously, her own concern for the handsome and inspiring Lieutenant was also now on her mind.

Meikurai remained silent for awhile as they passed some residents, not bothering to make eye contact with any of them, before saying in a serious tone, "The zealots are following far more than simple terrorist attack of hit & run. Among the sights seen by our good Captain Kukkyōna before seeing the Espada Afilado's leader, was a hooded man.

What I gathered up from sources, Captain Avaron and Captain Kukkyōna were both struck with a wave of empathetic energy, so intense that only with the Captain's sheer Spiritual Pressure was able to keep them safe. There was also a uncanny rythym within the air before the hooded man's appearance, seen to have been heard during rare occurances with the Ahijados present.

There is without a doubt the Red Sun deities are watching and observing the Ahijados' actions, meaning the text contains more truth than what you have seen to believe, Kuchiki," he then turned around a corner within the castle, now heading towards a door leading to the underworks of the castle. He grabbed the handle, pushing it open before looking back and asking, "but that wouldn't explain how they got by your city's vigiliant security so easily and launched a surprise attack on your little kingdom. How do you suppose they managed that?"

"Their origin remains yet to be known, sadly." Was Kenta's immediate reply.

As natural as the Sergeant's response was, Rukia also answered with a ready statement. "Agents hidden under the radar...." She said, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "The police have been cracking down on security policies and the like, arresting anyone who show any signs of a connection with the extremists. Though they try to be as democratic as possible in their efforts, I can't help but feel their motives are out of paranoia--"

Then it hit her, her eyes widening in realization. She was almost tempted to stop in her tracks.

".....or there's someone within the high ranks of the police pulling the strings and attempting to silence targets of opportunity!" She kept her voice composed, but not hiding the surprise within her tone.

Kukkyōna nodded, saying, "That was too much to hope for, I suppose. I'll be there in a few minutes. Captain Hayate out," with a click of his communicator, he pocketed slowly as he locked eyes with all of the Captains before going back to Jūshin's, bowing apologetically as he explained, "there has been an attack by unknown entities on the outskirts of Yurei Okuko. I am needed to be debriefed of the situation."

Ryouken said with a serious tone, "I'll make sure everything is set in motion, Kukkyōna-san. You find out what this is about so you can meet me to finalize our strategies."

Kukkyōna nodded to Ryouken, smiling lightly before saying, "Thank you, Captain," before walking out in a rushed manner, the rapid beats of his sandals echoed through the mediocorely sized meeting room, before walking through the hallway, quite curious for a moment where Rukia Kuchiki went before dismissing the thought from his mind. His son needed him, and he need to know why.

Meikurai smiled approvingly at Rukia, saying, "A woman of action AND keen eye for detail. We will get along just fine, Kuchiki-chan," he said before going down the dark stairs, snapping his fingers towards a torch, mysteriously lighting it before grabbing it, holding it out in front of him as he lead the way down with Rukia in tow.

"Now, before we go and interrogate the entire Police Force of Yurei Okuko and give your King and the Parliment a heart attack, we have to now wonder the 'why'. We need the Bios of all insignficant Police Officers, anyone who wouldn't stand out socially, politically, or career-wise.

Then, we will need security footage of all comings and goings of the Museum District of the Mausoleum that our good Lieutenant Hayate and the peculiar Sakura Hojima character went to, where are supposed leaders of the Ahijados attack were hold up in.

Lastly, we will need any and all mysterious, particularly strange characters entering Yurei Okuko from the time before the D.C.O. agents were found dead. Feel free, by the way, to ask me why I want these items. Knowledge is power, and if you want to be powerful during this time of crisis, Kuchiki-chan, you will need all the power possible."

This caused Rukia to raise a suspicious eyebrow of her own, her tone somewhat skeptical as she spoke the next words. "While I do wonder why you would want such....." She commented. "I also wonder how you would go about acquiring them. You also seem to be willing to go off on your own on this investigation with the way you're carrying yourself...."

Meikurai walked down the steps with loud claps with his sandals touching the dusty, old steps leading deep into the underworks of the castle. He simply responded, "I commend you for your intuition and caution, but its not necessary to be wary of me. This is how I prefer to work, and that's how my Captain leaves me, more of a understanding to better fulfill our goals more effectively anyways. Besides," he turned his face slightly to give a eery glow from the dancing sparks from his outreaching torch, sideglancing her, "I wouldn't be much of a Lieutenant if I didn't do my part, now would I?"

"His face...."

The glow radiating off of the man's face made Rukia wince a little - a rather subtle gesture.

"It's fine as I thought it would have been..... but the way he carries himself.... it's almost as if he always is knowing everything more than he lets on...."

She kept her tone composed and firm. "No, you wouldn't...." She admitted, folding her hands behind her back in an idle manner. "It's good to see someone with such a sense of duty to their cause...."

Meikurai stared at her eyes, catching the wince with seeing his face, something only because his keen eyes would've been able to catch. He kept his eyes on hers, even as she spoke and clasped her hands idly behind her back, her words sounding partially truthfull, and partly held back. At times he knew that there would be people frightened or slightly disturbed by his mannerism, but he never took it personally. People fear what they don't understand, and if they don't understand why he is the way he is, it wasn't his place to make them understand it.

It was a long few moments of his sideglancing eyes stared at her before continuing down the steps, moving down and continued his rhetoric, unanswering her statement, "I need those Bios of the Police Officers with little to no public light but with enough motive to aid the Cult. The most insignificant Police Officers are usually the ones who would join a Cult or sympathize with one at the least. Reading up their personalities, their histories, their records will give us an idea which one will be most likely.

Next, I need your recorded footage that wasn't destroyed from the blast caused by one of the Ahijados conspirators to see exactly of all places to be when monitoring troops or directing orders. Why would they be held up in a Mausoleum? From what I've gathered, was cut off from the rest of the troops and the place was littered with their dead, a place that wasn't in their control. We need to find out the significance of that location as well as the connection it has with the rest of the city.

Lastly, to find out the identity of interesting or strange characters entering Yurei Okuko will determine any possible aid the Cult has been recieving, or if it was indeed a spy of their own sent to scout out the area. Within the last 3 weeks, if possible, before and after the deaths of the D.C.O agents because they might've murdered them to get them from leaking any intel on their whereabout and plans.

Anything else do you think we need to go over?" He finally asked after giving out his long list of reasons why he needed what he needed, stopping at near the end of the stairs, now at the door to the underworks, a strange set of hums and beeping was heared beyond it, something that shouldn't be inside the unused are of the castle.

"There is something I would find in question....." Rukia said, stopping when he did and casting her eyes to the door in front of them. "How do you expect to gain all of this? What you're asking is the divulging of personal information to outside sources, and the police are just too democratic to hand such sensitive information over. Of course, this is a time of crisis, but that doesn't completely assure that they would do so...."

"My my, Kuchiki-chan," he then moved forward, opening the door and a sudden vision of lights were shown before dulling down, showing a large array of equipment in a room that was once housed for a dungeon, now had been filled with computers, vials, and a few walls with papers with queries, facts, photos of individuals with 'X' drawn on them, "oh of how little faith you have in me."

This time, Rukia could not hide the surprise, her eyes widening and her mouth slightly agape. Out of instinct, she quickly stepped into the room and visibly swept the area. "My God...." She muttered, almost rendered speechless by the display. "Did you build this? ..... for how long?" Following this sentence, she looked over towards the walls with the X-marked photos on them.

"Ever since the surprise attack the Ahijados launched on Yurei Okuko. So around 5 days since the aftermath," he said before walking towards the 'X' marked photos, standing behind her and now looking at them ominously, before speaking plainly, "those on the center marked with D.C.O. are the deceased operatives that were dead before the attack. Those on the left," he pointed to the left of them, showing a variety of other individuals all of them strangely familiar to anyone who's worked in Yurei Okuko's security, "are citizens related or knew about security of Yurei Okuko. The ones on the right," he finished with a number of passed deceased photos, clearly liberated out of the Police Station, "are Yurei Okuko Police Officers that have died mysterious to 'natural causes' deaths. So far, I haven't gotten much off of any of these people...I've searched their bodies, discreetly questioned their families, and searched for any connections they might've had with the Cult's activities, or any of the other deceased you see on this wall."

He then brought out a match, scratching it along his palm briskly before bringing it up and lit his pipe, puffing it a few times before exhaling, a thin screen of smoke bathed the pictures and billowed above the short Soul Reaper. He then looked down at her, his eyes bore a serious glow with a face firm and stoic, his brows knit, saying, "Rukia Kuchiki. I've run out of options, and as painful as this is for me, I need your help in obtaining the prior mentioned items to help my investigation. I've tried being discreet for the past few months but I, along with Yurei Okuko, is running out of time. I need your help!"

It was an unnerving situation.

Everything that Meikurai had said and shown her was marked with nothing but the signs of death and destruction. It was enough to send a chill down her spine, and she couldn't take her eyes away from the photos in order to look at him due to the newfound thoughts within her mind. She took in a deep breath and sighed, closing her eyes and lowering her head a little. Then, after a moment of silence, she allowed herself to turn her head in order to look over her shoulder at him. "I understand...." She confirmed quietly, acknowledging his plea for help. "I'll do what I can."

Meikurai nodded towards her, "Thank you, Kuchiki-chan," smiling a little before turning around, his sandals slapped against the stone floor as he reached out to a wheeled chair and pulling it for him to sit down on as he moved over to a desk.

"I think its best we start with obtaining that security footage. Shouldn't be too much a problem, just ask if you could make a copy of all the footage around the Museum Sector and bring it back here. While I am reviewing the footage and anything out of the ordinary, please obtain those Bios of the average to unordinary Police Officers and we will cross-reference any that might stick out. I know it won't be easy, but it has to be done," he exhaled another breath, another wisp of smoke filled the air while he looked at a empty manilla folder, before locking eyes with her, "then we need a list of tourists, guests, or suspicious people that have been here 3 weeks before the death of the D.C.O. operatives. It would be plenty of time to scope out the area for the enemy as well as plan to plant those forboding messages in each particular area within Yurei Okuko."

Rukia turned towards Meikurai with an affirmative nod. "What about the others? When will you inform them of this?"

Meikurai looked blankly at Rukia before exhaling another puff of smoke. His eyes were briefly lit by the fire from his pipe and the blinking lights of various pieces of equipment within the self-made lab, face illuminated by the floating mist of smoke before him, his look of indifference showed just how much he cared about that question.

"Kuchiki-chan," he said, placing his arms on the handrests of his chair, leaning back as he tapped his fingers rythmitically, "what I tell or don't tell is really my buisness, and the 12th Division's buisness, isn't it? This assignment was given to me specifically by my Captain: Find out the secrets of Yurei Okuko's conspiracies, and find out how they ambushed your city. Beyond that, is quite up to me to decide what is and isn't involved with this war and conspiracy of the Red Sun cult."

"Good, then you won't mind if I keep an eye on you...." Rukia thought, eyes narrowing slightly at his answer. "...very well. I'll be taking my leave now." With that, she proceeded to walk out of the room, a slight frown on her face. He simply carried too much of a shady nature that was prominent within the 12th Division, too much of a mysterious mind to be left alone. Although she knew he hit some accurate points, it didn't satisfy the possibility that he knew more than he let on. She would have to go along with what he was doing, for now. Time was of the essence....

Meikurai watched the short, lithe Noble Soul Reaper walk out in a somewhat unsatisfied gait, he could tell by the way her shoulders tensed, the begrudging acknowledgement of his vague answer, and the knitting of her brows. He knew working with someone of a keen mind like Rukia's would be precarious for his sensitive work, but he knew that she could get things done, and by his brief exchange with her, he knew she would be worth the risk.

As soon as he heard the door close behind her, he exhaled again another puff of smoke, turning his head around, shuffling his hand through a pile of folders and papers before bringing out a manilla folder and brought it to his line of sight. It read on the front, 'Prime Suspects' and he opened it, the sound of ruffling pages of notated and queries written along the pictures of individual that could be involved.

One of the pictures he let his eyes drift over for a long while, exhaling another whiff of smoke on the partiallly illuminated photograph, his eyes narrowed at it with a cold, cool look, one that looked ready to murder. Meikurai then leaned his head back, folding the folder back and shuffling it back onto his desk, his eyes closed as he exhaled one more time.

"Well now...I guess I'll find out...one way or another...if you are really my target or not," he spoke ominously in the dark, eerily lit laboratory before moving around, taking test samples and looking over readings, preparing himself for the oncoming trials up ahead.

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Within a matter of a half hour, Meikurai had compiled a decent amount of video copies that had angles of the Museum Sector. It took a bit of prompting with the Police Commander in charge of the sector, but Rukia had managed to obtain the surveilance footage Meikurai needed. While he skimmed through it, he had also began skimming through Bios him and Rukia had obtained, Meikurai's keen eye for detail and what he was looking for as well as Rukia's familiarity of the Police Force of Yurei.

Meikurai however, also heard over a brief communique from the Lieutenant of 4th Division that there was a situation that involed the use of D.C.O. resources, as well as Captain Kaze's personal attention with Captain Kukkyōna, even his son, to venture to Hell.

He had given Rukia the summary of what he was told after keeping her waiting, crossing his arms and looking down with a knitted pair of brows and narrowed eyes filled with suspicion and displeasure, "This can't be coincidence. Whatever this new element that wants the Punisher, this Sakura Hojima character, is taking advantage of our time of emergency with the Ahijados," he exhaled another puff of smoke as he looked down at a number of crossed out Bios, showing their total irrelevance to their investigation, and a small pile of possible suspects that could be involved, the rest of the pile almost halfway finished from their studious work.

"They don't appear to be even remotely related to the Ahijados, though...." Rukia commented, having rested herself in a nearby chair. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. "The cult is known for its extremist worship of the Punisher, so why would this particular group deliberately attack and capture her? It just doesn't make sense...."

"Vengeance comes to mind," Meikurai let a puff of smoke escape his lips, his eyes rose to meet his Rukia's, his arms crossed over his chest as he elaborated, "the Punisher is supposed to be the Red Sun deity of punishment. Suppose if that was true, she would have made enemies of those that she punished, such as the beings she sent to Hell. What if someone broke them out, promised them vengeance on the deity who sentenced them to Hell, and then had the power to come and go freely from Hell? There," he snapped his left fingers, grinning morosely, "is the reason why. Other than that, the Ahijados will know through the spies they have within your city that our Military Command and Power will be weakened, rushing their inevitable time of invasion. Thanks to this new element, we will now have less time to figure out who's leaking information to the cult."

"Maybe not...." Rukia said. "The Ahijados won't be the only one who will be aware of this. That's why the police and the military made preparations for fortifying the city and evacuating the citizens early on, when it could be truly confirmed that there would be an invasion. Of course.... that always brings up the question of whether or not that has been leaked out, as well...."

"In any case, we must presume the worst. Before we go any further on the list of potential sympathizers and spies, I have something I want to go over with you," Meikurai said with another sigh, exhaling some more smoke onto the group of Bios before grabbing a remote, clicking a button that turned on a nearby large monitor screen to Rukia's left and Meikurai's right, showing a dimly lit street and the mausoleum that was destroyed, where both Daisuke and the Punisher had their conflict. The time of the recording started about 2 1/2 weeks prior to the invasion, around a week before the D.C.O. were sent into Yurei Okuko to investigate possible leads. He clicked the Play button, and the sounds of wind blowing, the night sounds of a nearly sleeping city, Meikurai leaned back on his chair.

"This particular angle was caught of the maintenance entrance of the Mausoleum that was destroyed by one of the Ahijados agents. Did you ever pick up anything strange other than the debris and unusual energy emanating from that place?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the screen as he gestured with emphasis when speaking.

"What else could there be?" Rukia questioned him, her eyes directing themselves towards the screen attentively.

"I guess you weren't debriefed entirely," Meikurai grabbed his pipe out of his mouth before exhaling one last time, catching Rukia's gaze with his before pointing at the the screen, "this is the last location mentioned within the data capsules the D.C.O. agents were at, as well as downloaded."

As she stared at the screen, Rukia remained silent for a moment. However, she immediately snapped to attention once she saw a black-clothed figure of a young man on screen. "Hold on, who....?" She managed to say, eyes widening slightly as she leaned closer in order to see better.

Meikurai catching the image a moment before Rukia, but wanted clarification it wasn't just his imagination. He immediately called out in a commanding voice, "Computer: Rewind image 5.7 seconds and pause." The computer did as commanded, bringing back the image and pausing when the black cloaked, young dispositioned individual, still faintly dimmed and blurred by the current resolution.

"Maximize target of interest 150%, increase resolution to 295%, eliminate glares and shadow overlays," Meikurai list off a number of commands, the computer maximizing its imagery further, now showing in a rapidly graphic resolution of the individual in question, his young features were shown and dark cloak shimmered with a eery night light, but his face was plain as day. Meikurai's eyes widened, "oh Hell no! You had to turn up HERE of all places!"

"Former 3rd Seat McTavish?" Rukia said incredulously, switching her look to Meikurai and back to the screen again. His name wasn't hidden due to the fact of his "defection" from the Soul Society during the ending events of the Mourning War.

"Yeah, that's him," Meikurai put his pipe back into his mouth, now breathing in and out the crushed herbal mixture within the wooden item, lightly sending more smoke into the air as he sighed, "he was classified as a 3rd Priority threat by the Stealth Force, declared abandoning his post and responsible for the death of his squadmates. They've been looking for this ex-Soul Reaper for decades, and now, of all places to be it had to be right in the thick of a conspiracy and war. Things aren't boding so well for our fugitive here," he sideglances morosely at Rukia.

Her expression shifted back to a more solemn one. She folded her arms across her chest. "What purpose would he have here, I wonder....?" She murmured, almost to herself.

"Well," Meikurai said before pressing the play button, the tape now playing at the enhanced, zoomed view, continuing, "let's see what happens for the next few minutes he's there. Let's get an idea why our fugitive would be here of all places. Computer, set magnification to 190%, maintain resolution, target current image in blue for Ghost Vision, set all unknown thermal signatures to Red, display physical construct of the inside of the Mausoleum" he finishes, pressing the play button, watching the young man go in, now illuminated as blue.

As he enters what would've been previously a unseen location, the background image dissolves the barrier and shows a screenshot of what the Mausoleum looked like before the incident and the current up-to-date appearance on the inside. It showed Braeburn, moving around, as if expecting someone or was trying to lose someone. He approached what looked like a centerpiece of the structure, a altar of sorts, almost taking a knee before 5 thermal images with cloaked Spiritual Pressures on the screen.

"This doesn't look good," Meikurai mentioned as he intuitively guessed it was the D.C.O. operatives that have cornered him, albeit it was nearly out of their mission to engage individuals of interest, but a war deserter and fugitive of the Seireitei Law does grant them immunity of punishment by their superiors. They seem to circle him, and Braeburn appeared to act cooly, waving his hands in a non-threatening manner, almost trying to say something, something that was unfortunately not able to be picked up by the computer. And then, as the D.C.O. agents moved in threateningly, a burst of Spiritual Pressure happened and within a dozen rapid sets of movement, all of the D.C.O. members fell down one by one, fading in thermal imagery confirming their inevitable death.

"Well," he looked sardonically at Rukia, puffing out another cloud of smoke while looking morosely at his current partner, "it seems we found our murder culprit."

"He managed to kill the D.C.O. operators....? All on his own?" Rukia managed to say incredulously, her eyes bearing down on the screen. "I never would've thought...." She allowed herself to trail off in her subject, falling back into her chair once again with a solemn, thoughtful expression. "He wasn't after the data they were carrying, from the looks of it. The whole thing looks like it was just some sort of accidental collision."

Meikurai could only puff another funnel of smoke from his mouth as his eyes bore down Rukia's, then cooly at the screen, showing Braeburn methodically take the bodies out of sight, "It seems that he made sure to hide the bodies from the initial scene of the crime. When D.C.O. found their agents, they were sent down river of Yurei Okuko, close to where a abandoned hovel the Ahijados once used as a hideout. The bodies had multiple sword wounds with random abandon to the pattern, they were almost unrecognizeable until we took out the capsules assigned to each field agent," he took out his pipe, rubbing his eyes as he sighed.

"The only problem is that this only implicates him in their murder. It doesn't tell us anything about what his motives are in Yurei Okuko, or why he decided to appear now in the middle of a war zone, ironically the last place anyone ever saw him, and this may have nothing to do with the Ahijados. The only implication I can think of, is the relation to his conflicting religious status back in the Seireitei as a Red Sun philosipher, believing in the divinity of the Red Sun deities known as the Hankami, rather than follow the laws of the Court of Central 46. Its one of the main reasons, or believed to be, for his desertion of the war and abandonment of his post," Meikurai speculated aloud in depth and detail, his brows were knit and his tone matter-of-fact, hiding his irksome feeling for the whole predicament.

"What do you suggest we do with him?" Rukia asked, shifting her gaze back to him and giving him her full attention. She refolded her arms.

Meikurai tapped his pipe along the handrest while swinging his chair around to fully face Rukia, placing a hand against his jaw and leaning into it as he looked calmly at Rukia, "What can we do? Braeburn McTavish is among allies, and this is a delicate situation. For now, we keep an eye on him and focus on our more present danger: The spies within Yurei Okuko's Police Force and the Ahijados pulling the strings."

"Right...."

Letting out a sigh, Rukia allowed herself to stand back up. "I'll keep you updated with information as the situation goes on. I'll see you around, Lieutenant." Once again, she made her way out the door with a calm and collected gait.

"Oi, Kuchiki-chan!" Meikurai called out suddenly in a sing-song voice, the same he used to flirt with her in the first place, pocketing something by his desk and throwing it for her to catch. A ear-piece phone from what it looked like, reminiscent from a blue tooth of the 21st Century.

"Its to keep updated in the even you or I find something and we need each other's help," he gave a playful wink after a few more puffs of his pipe, crossing his arms and awaiting her approval.

The sudden tone abruptly made her stop in her tracks, and she turned her side to him, a cocked eyebrow in a somewhat unamused expression. With almost natural reflexes, she caught the earpiece and held it between her index finger and thumb. When she raised her hand to look at the device, her face was temporarily shielded from Meikurai's point of view.

When she lowered it back down again, she had a deadpan expression on her face. "Hmph." She only rolled her eyes and shook her head a little as she turned around and walked off, pocketing the small headpice as she did so.

Meikurai sweatdropped as she didn't even say thank you for the device he gave her, saying pitifully, "I guess my charms with women have really laxed, haven't they?"

After she left and her Spiritual Pressure was gone, he rested his arms back on the handrests, his eyes staring off into the distance, not looking at anything in particular as he began to be lost in his thoughts. The beeps, clicks, and bubbling noise within the lab of his slowly began to face as his eyes closed, and he began to ponder over everything in his mind, trying find one particular thing that he might've missed.

As everything descended into a eery silence within his mind, fragments of his conversation with Rukia, the inforamtion he's collected thus far, and the evidence presented to him. Something stood out amongst it all...the Mausoleum!

His eyes opened widely, his breath gasped, and he gripped the armrests of his chair before saying aloud, "That's it!" Before his eyes narrowed, and he quickly raised himself off the seat, bringing his Kimono around his uniform again, and refastening his Zanpakuto, thumbing it slightly out, watching the glimmer of his blade before unsheathing it fully, raising it into the air and then bringing it close to divide his face, basking in the smoke filled air his pipe created.

"Mesmerize, Kagasu," he spoke lowly, suddenly a small ripple happened within the specially sealed laboratory, before settling back into normalcy, no one would've suspected a thing had happened. He then moved his Zanpakuto back into its sheathe slowly, the slide of the metal audible in the air and the soft click emanated in the makeshift lab. He then walked slowly out of the eerily lit area, before exiting a secret passage, leaving his lab behind to find out the epiphany he just had.

Plans in motion, Deep breath before the Plunge
"...and by protecting these transmitters, we can succeed in giving most of Yurei Okuko a City-Wide Shield Array, thanks to the Dept. R&D and the Kidō Corps Captain. Now," Shiro finished the debriefing of the defense and tactical battle plan for Yurei Okuko's impending invasion. With them stood the Captain Ryouken and his Lieutenant, now present with all the Sector Commanders and Juugen.

Having upon later about the inevitable departure of Kukkyona as well as his son were preparing to undergo a mission, leaving them two less Soul Reapers for a extended period of time. However, Ryouken proposed to begin immediately getting everyone prepared for battle and the city for its defenses after the evacuations was complete.

Taka Nakanome was among them, having a unlit cigarette in between his lips and his eye looking at the hologram image of Yurei Okuko's landscape, his other eye covered but twitched instinctively, something he never bothered telling anyone or mentioning. He began to see the plan unfold and throughout it had kept a keen eye on Kenta on the seat not too far away from him, considering he was in the Sector next to his their proximity was inevitable throughout this process.

'OF all the dumb luck, I have to be seated next to HIM,' he glared sideways with his only exposed eye, his arms cross, having one leg over the other as the other Commanders began murmuring. 'Well...nothing to ask? I bet you're taking notes in that steel cage of yours so you can botch this and ruin the city, with you and your men remaining to restructure the governement, bastard,' he inwardly growled at him, but allowed to keep his features in check, just staring at him for a minute before looking back at the board and Ryouken who waited patiently beside the large hologram table, with Juushin Igen sitting next to it as well, with Chidori by his side and Shiro presenting the strategy.

These rather tense thoughts were a foil compared to where Chidori and Juushin were at.

If one looked, they would've seen an extremely agitated and annoyed Juushin glaring at the board, with an exasperated Chidori glancing in his direction with her arms folded across his chest. Though he had asked his own questions, he remained silent with that irritated look on his face at the current point in time. He took in a deep breath, grabbing his face with both hands and dragging on it with his fingers in a comical manner before pulling them away, returning to the aggravated expression he had.

Yes, it was for the good of his city.

But damn, it was so boring!

At this action, Chidori just slapped her hand to her face. "He has no idea how much of a jerkhole he's making himself look like right now...." She thought in embarrassment. "Of all the types of leaders that had to be born....why you?"

Shiro, absentmindedly felt the need to have a deadpan face inside his mind, due to his majesty's irritable and bored expressions, producing a untowardly if not negative inspiration for any Commanders of the Yurei Police Force that looked his way. "Your majesty...is that attitude really necessary? These are your Sector Commanders we're debriefing, not a bunch of rag-tag mercenaries! Please show more pride in your position," he practically begged inside his mind, before a hand was raised in the back, a Commander from Sector 7.

A female in fact with blonde hair cropped into a bun behind her head, blue eyes, fair complexion with round cheeks and a desirable body for any average woman to desire. She asked aloud in a frank unsure tone, "Shiro-sama, if I may, what's the effectiveness of the shield array? If its as powerful as you've just explained and, I beg your pardon, as the Soul Reapers claim, how can enemy troops possibly slip through our defenses and possibly destroy them?"

"I have to agree with her," Taka concurred, leaning back in his seat than what would be appropiate, crossing his legs and his arms as he eyed Ryouken in particular, "what exactly is the weakness of such an array shield? What disavantages do we have to cover our bases on?" He briefly looked over at Kenta, completely aware that any weaknesses or flaws in this shield array might be purposely exploited by whatever means he had. Or that's what he would expect from a man like him...unless he had a different idea entirely.

Ryouken cleared his throat before pointing at the base of the shield where it met the ground, "The defense array shield does have one weakness: the ground level is completely transparent and can be stepped through as if stepping through a waterfall. Its about as resilient to artillery and physical power as the rest of the shield, but its at the edge of where the arrays can support its energy to, so its weakest there. We are planning for enemy infantry and shock troops to come through there."

"....concerning this, the simplest method would be to deploy troops and supplies at these weak points." Jūshin said, his irritated expression changing only slightly with a half-lidding of his eyes. "Unless.... there's somehow going to be a problem with that, as well? I might be wrong with that particular notion, but from the way you're speaking, that might be the case here...."

Kenta still continued to remain silent, hands folded and his eyes continuing to look at the board attentively. He had a serene, calm expression on his face as he listened to everything around him, making sure to pick up on the details. Occasionally, he'd raise a hand to scratch his face or nose, but that was the only movements he really made besides blinking.

Ryouken turned towards the king, pausing slightly before saying with a deep inhale of air, "There is...a very small possibility, one with enough Spiritual Energy condensed hard enough can momentarily bypass the top of the shield array. We will already be relying on your unique air force to keep any particular sky-worthy enemies from making that attempt and possibly counterattacking their forces as well, but if one with enough skill could bypass both them and the shield, then they would have nearly free access to the whole of Yurei Okuko," he narrowed his eyes looking to Shiro inquiring quickly, "are nearly all of the gun emplacements operational?"

Shiro nodded, his complexion slightly pale at the thought of an enemy that strong could possibly have free access to the castle to harm his lordship or anything within grasp of the skies of Yurei Okuko. "Yes, the last of the specialized land-to-air gun emplacements around the castle and the surrounding few blocks near it are operational. It should reduce any chances of any possible airborne threats reaching our Majesty or your Kido Captain."

Ryouken then looked over back at Juushin, wondering if he had anything else to add or inquire about.

Taka himself started to become skeptical, seeing that this plan, if thought out well by the Ahijados, could exploit everyone of those factors, and there still could be a number of them that they aren't seeing yet. The problem is, he couldn't think of any himself.

"So the air would be ultimately up to me, then...." Juushin concluded, closing his eyes and nodding. "All right, I understand that. But what would happen in the event that they manage to execute this bypass of our weakness successfully?"

Ryouken looked at the King, a confidence born from years of experience matching that of Kukkyona, saying in a voice of authority, splaying out his gloved hands towards the hologram map again, "That is what the Seireitei Gotei 13's forces are for, your majesty. Located here, here, and here," he pointed to numerical signs in the symbols of inverted triangles spanned near a perfect angled position away from the Castle, designated numbers assigned to them what they are, "is the 4th, 5th, and 6th Divisions. The 4th Division's responsibilities is to tend to your troops' wounded and protect weakened forces of either side, as much as they are able. 5th Division's task is to reinforce the castle's perimeter and any weakened Sector's forces. The 6th Division's priorities is to meet the enemy head-on and counter-attack as necessary. There are...contingency plans ready to be set if it the worst was to come, but," he smiled reassuringly and a confidence radiated from his voice as he clenched his right hand into a fist, "that won't happen!"

Shiro was very satisfied with how Captain Aizen has structured and organized the individual Divisions, tasking them to key points to help reinforce and protect the city where needed as well as tend to the wounded. He was slight concerned at the end about the mentioning of 'continency plans' but other than that, the confidence and experience radiating from this man was certainly a match for the cool, experienced Captain Hayate. With a smile, he turned towards his King and Chidori, nodding with approval and showing no personal questions left on his own behalf.

Taka looked a little skeptical, but he had a slight smirk of being impressed by this Captain. He had hoped to meet personally the Captain that had helped organize the Police Forces around the leader of the conspirators as well as take the fight to them with no injuries other than superficial tatters to his clothes. He chuckled as he shrugged, finding this Captain more than a adequate replacement for the absent Hayate.

Both Chidori and Jūshin looked at each other, contemplated what was just said...

...and grinned in approval before turning back to face Ryouken.

"All in all, then...." The king said. "This sounds like quite the effective battle plan, and I believe we have at least all of our bases covered." Though his tone was formal, the way he spoke radiated his anticipation and his own confidence within the given blueprints. "Don't see any reason for questions on my end.... what bout the rest of you?" He turned his attention to the rest of the deciders in the room.

Taka bowed his head, a thin shadow covered everything above his jawline, a small smile emerged on his face. "Well, war does emerge heroes, and this crazy plan is defnitely going to bore heroes, both living and the dead," he thought inside his head before standing up immediately, slamming his right fist onto his chest over his heart, saying, "Your Majesty, as Police Commander of Sector 4 Overwatch, you have my full support and confidence that the city will not fall! This goes on my word, Taka Nakanome, on my life!"

Soon after, another Commander sat up, repeating a similar gesture, shouting out to Jūshin, "Naya Tsunayoshi, Commander of Sector 9 Overwatch, has also your full support and confidence, your Majesty!" Within moments, a rally of cheers and cries errupted from each and every Commander, all pledging their loyalty, confidence, and support to their homeland and their King that they will win this war.

Shiro smiled, scratching the back of his neck, looking over at Jūshin, saying loud enough for his Majesty and Chidori to hear, "Despite your introduction, you sure inspire a lot of confidence, your Majesty."

Ryouken smiled, crossing his arms at the cheers from the Commanders, "They certainly have a lot of energy. They will make fine leaders for their men to rally behind, that is for certain."

Ryouken's Lieutenant quietly observed everyone from behind the table, silent throughout the entire debriefing and just kept watch over the Commanders and took everything to heart. He was quietly disconcerted by Commander Nakanome's actions, subtle as they were, it only took someone who wasn't as interactive with the meeting to notice that there was something going on between him, and the other Commander Sonoda just across from him. He made sure to keep them within his sight and his awareness, hoping they didn't start a feud or worse down the road.

Jūshin's eyes fell into an upside-down U shape, and he grinned cheerily at Shiro. "The tense and stoic attitude doesn't always dominate the area of morale-boosting, Shiro. Sometimes, you just gotta go crazy!" This caused Chidori to roll her eyes, and she folded her arms across her chest while she directed a somewhat amused expression to him.

"Don't you go "crazy" a little too much?"

Jūshin's expression immediately fell. "Hey...!"

It was here that Kenta's eyes glanced over towards Taka. For a moment, a brief scowl fell over his features as he took in the apprehensive and suspicion-fueled movements for a second. Then, he turned back towards where he had been facing before, letting out a light sigh. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette. Taking the cigarette to his mouth appropriately, he promptly lit it and placed the lighter back into his pocket.

It was his own little gesture of "celebration", in contrast to the loud cheering.

Shiro made a embarassed face, feeling a cloud looming over him of foreboding, "Please don't stop while you're ahead, your Majesty..."

As the Commanders began to talk and discuss with each other, some of them began filing out, with Ryouken and his Lieutenant left with Shiro, Chidori, and Jūshin to wrap things up, a officer with a designated numeral '3' the Sector 3 Overwatch, approached Kenta, bending down and whispering in his ear, saying, "Excuse me, Commander, but I have some urgent matters to discuss with you elsewhere."

"....sure."

There was no cock of the eyebrow, no expression of surprise. Kenta simply narrowed his eyes slightly and, with a slight pause, agreed. Slowly, he arose out of his chair, moving the cigarette around in his mouth before stopping it between his index and middle fingers. After pushing his chair in, he waited for the officer to move first and take the lead.

The officer nodded, saying, "This way," before leading him out of the debriefing room in a calm, casual manner, his hands were at his side and his back straight, common disciplined stature for men under the command of Kenta Sonoda. He didn't look behind himself to confirm his superior was behind him, just merely opening door and left it open without turning around enough for Kenta to grab it and continue onwards, before he moved down the corridor, silent as the grave with the exception of his military-like footsteps and his small sounds of breathing.

Taka narrowed an eye at Kenta, seeing one of his subordinates come by as he was lighting a cigarette INSIDE the debriefing room, something as much as Taka himself loved to smoke refused to light it within meetings or in front of his Majesty. Seeing him do so casually and without any real cheer or comradery with his lit cigarette made his blood boil. He became suspicious of the subordinate whispering to him, only gathering it was not for the ears of the other Commanders to hear, watching him carefully leave the meeting room casually.

"What are you planning," Taka asked, grabbing the tip of his cigarette out of his mouth before looking onwards with a deadly, suspicious glare at the doorway he left out of, "Kenta Sonoda?"

The walk was silent for the most part. Kenta didn't allow himself to speak at all, provided it was all would be just idle chit-chat. His gait was a calm and relaxed one in contrast to the military one that his subordinate carried. He only encouraged disciplined behavior when it was necessary, not all the time. But he didn't make attempts to control his subordinates actions. As he walked behind the officer, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the irony.

The police hated the military, yet the police derived some of their mannerisms from that source.

The officer lead him for a few minutes until they arrived at a deserted office, the blinds closed and the overhead lights were flickering, creating a eery mood from which it became almost like lightning and thunder effects inside a office room.

"In here, Commander," He said as he opened the door first, heading inside and held the door open for Kenta to enter, the majority of the office itself was clean, but was gathering dust on the shelves and desk.

For a moment, Kenta paused in his movements, moving his cigarette idly around in his mouth and hands still in his pockets. Then, he stepped inside, eyes wincing at the aggravating overhead light. As he allowed himself to step in, he slowly turned and stepped aside for the other man to enter.

"There now," the man's voice suddenly relaxed, changing from a crisp nearly military voice, to that of a chilling higher pitched tone, the officer smiled widely, unbecoming for someone of his stature or earlier attitude, "now we are free to talk, Kenta-kun."

"....typical."

The sudden change of tone didn't phase Kenta any. It was from the simple phrase "In here, commander", that had set him off to something suspicious. He had trained his men with discipline and taught them to respect his authority. So when a simple command used when it wasn't needed immediately sparked off his alarm senses. It was something that his intellect had a habit of acquiring.... even if it may have been out of paranoia.

At least he had been correct....

"Take me to some dark room before confronting me...." He continued to speak, using a firm and formal tone even when his words were probably taunting. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Now now, Kenta-kun," the man's voice changed until it hit a nearlypassive twisted tone, the appearance all over began to change as well. As if a curtain of rainbow particles began to dissipate, muscular arms changed in size and composition, clothing changed from uniform of kempt and perfect cleansliness to a peculiar black garbed long sleeved jacket with a fur collar that showed off his sternum and part of his chest matching black pants and boots below. Finally the skin tone went from a medium fair to a pale gray complexion, with a sinister pair of light blue eyes and a face that Kenta wouldn't forget, "is that any way to treat an old friend?"

"Oh....right. Of course, it would be you, wouldn't it?" It was here that Kenta pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it into a nearby garbage can. Once again, he placed both of his hands within his pockets and gave the man in front of him a slightly stoic but mostly serene stare.

Tenshi chuckled, unphased by the stare and comment made by Kenta, closing his eyes as he waved his left hand to the side, brushing his blonde bangs in emphasis, "My my, Kenta-kun...that's all I get after 3 months?" he then stared back, a wide thin smile donned on his face as stared back at him, "and such a scary face. So deliciously calm with such a delicate sinister motive behind it. You're a man after my own heart," he put his left hand over his bare part of the chest, making a eerily comical love-dope face.

"Don't make this an awkward moment, Tenshi...." Kenta said bluntly, folding his arms across his chest. "That would give me even more of a reason to call in security."

"Don't be like that, Kenta-kun," he smiled, dropping his love-dope expression, changing it to a sheer sadist smile, saying, "We both know that if I was your enemy, there wouldn't have been time for you do so! But," he simply looked at him seriously, the smile thin and his voice collected now, "I came here to talk about buisness. What's the Soul Reapers planning? I didn't expect so many Captains to be here and from what I've scouted out so far, they're using some sort've devices scattered through the city..."

It was a matter of choosing words. Kenta knew that telling him outright would expose the two to outside sources. But staying too confined from the man would ultimately keep him too oblivious. He put on a small smirk, tilting his head to the side. "You really came all this way to wonder about a plan....?" He asked, somewhat incredulously. "You came to the wrong guy. My mentor did teach me that plans are, in the end, ultimately worthless." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a black pocketwatch with strange inscribings on it.

"Oh really? Then how do you want to explain why there's a laboratory being monitored by a Lieutenant that's being masked by Kido barriers that not even I can penetrate without being discovered?" His smile faded, his eyes glaring at Kenta for being vague, crossing his arms, a barely visible bladeless sword hilt and guard was seen in right hand, while his other gloved hand folded into and underneath his other arm's sleeve. If Kenta knew anything from working with Tenshi, it was when he wasn't smiling, he was deadly serious.

"Because he...." Kenta began to pace around the room, raising one of his hands for emphasizing purposes. "...is one of these planners. He believes that there is some hope if he controls the battlefield. That's what every one of them are thinking. But if you truly believed in the religion of Red Sun, then you wouldn't care for planning or tactics or any of those other pathetic attempts to puppet their worlds. Even if all of those radicals under your command die without a plan...."

He stopped, lifting the black pocketwatch up and dangling it by its chain. On the front, the Red Sun symbol could clearly be seen. "....they'll simply be profiting to your cause, either way."

"Hm, Red Sun is the ultimate Truth, Kenta-kun! Don't forget that for a moment," he smiled and splayed his hands across his face in a manic form of emphasis, "because ultimate destruction, is the true form of giving birth to perfection and eternal life! For that, is what will make the Plinial Movement necessary and that's why no one, not Soul Reapers nor Hollows will keep us from our goals! Creating Utopia through absolute destruction!" He clenched his left hand into a fist, and began cackling aloud, his high pitched laughter reverberating through the room, the light flickering eerily off and on, giving a impression of a true slasher movie with the villain laughing in the wake of near victory within his grasp.

If anything, Kenta's grin grew to a more normal level. "Indeed...." He said lightly after the insane laughter subsided. With an elegant flip that he would've treated a balisong, he stuffed the watch back into his pocket. "Which is why I tell you not to worry about the plan. Just...." He closed his fists, brought them up to eye level, and thrust them out partially, his gesturing fists bursting open. "Do. Attack with everything you have, pound at their defenses until there is nothing left. When all of it is over, nothing will remain, and everything will be thrown into the midst of chaos. You have nothing to fear."

"Heh, isn't it our luck that word of the 6th Division's Captain and his brat are going to Hell itself?! With their numbers dwindling, I can commence the invasion ahead of schedule," Tenshi said with a thin smile, his eyes narrow and predatorial.

"See that you do..." Kenta said smoothly, placing his hands in his pockets. "Every advantage is necessary...."

Tenshi chuckled, saying aloud, "I heard some ruckus in the Rukon outskirts wehre our little project went awry. Unfortunately our weapon was disposed of and even it failed to capture it. I guess that's what happens when V-14 gets involved," he smiled nonchalantly, before twirling his bladeless sword hilt, "guess we'll have to make do with them after all, those special creations we've been working on."

"....you make a habit out of talking pointlessly, you know that?" Kenta questioned him with a blunt tone, a slightly annoyed expression crossing over his face. He was getting the impression that Tenshi was just speaking to hear himself talk. Maybe he wasn't.... but Tneshi, especially in times of victory, seemed like a braggart more than anything else.

Tenshi laughed deviously, narrowing his eyes and smiling widely, saying with a chuckle in his voice, "There's always a purpose in my actions, Kenta-kun. Don't forget that, or it might cost you your ignorant life, hehehe! But I digress," he raised up his Zanpakuto hilt up and swiped it to the side, an invisible force caused the floor to be scratched up by something resembling a blade, but wasn't, "you want to go back lying to people's faces and putting on the 'simple hero' act. I'll go and lurk in plain sight with no one seeing me, but everyone not seeing your true self and being right in front of their eyes."

Tenshi's body began to ripple, small blue particles began to dissipate his form, and he slowly began to disappear into thin air, more or less. "Oh by the way, Kenta-kun," he narrowed his eyes, sideglancing him with a eery shadow cast over his facial features as his body began to disappear, "if you ever try and cross me, I'll kill you, okay? By bye, now," with a mock salute with his sword hand, he disappeared, leaving Kenta alone in the light flickering, dusty office, finally alone without the clever, manic Soul Reaper to deal with.

There was a moment of silence.

As the lights flickered on and off his head, Kenta closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "It's gonna take more than words and guns..." He began to sing lightly to himself, a slightly upbeat tone in his voice in order to fit the song he was singing. "A whole lot more than riches and muscle....."

As he opened the door and stepped into the hallway again, he pulled out the black pocketwatch and looked at the cover.

"The hands of the many must join as one...."

He slid the watch back into his pocket before shutting the door behind him, walking back the way he came.

"....and together we'll cross the river."

"Sonoda!" A voice called out as he walked for a minute. The shadow covered and partially illuminated figure of Taka Nakanome walked out in the middle of the hallway, the windows of the castle's southeast view in grand, plain sight, the cloudy skies cracking in occasional rays of light, illuminating partial areas of the hallway while darkening the rest of it. Taka's eye glowed eerily yellow as he snarled at him, tightening his fists as he asked pointedly, "what's your game, Sonoda?!"

"....Commander Nakanome, you should know better than to act in such a manner. It's highly unbecoming of a leader."

Kenta allowed himself to stop at the harsh voice of his fellow commander, raising his head up to look him directly in the eyes. The harsh yellow of the implant met serene, blue eyes, yet both sets seemed to carry the same intensity towards each other. Although Kenta's voice held a calm and casual tone about itself, there was a certain coldness that could be easily blended in and be recognized as a mixed-signal threat.

"You of all people would know what's unbecoming of a leader, having served under such a man such as Damian Seken," Taka said it with a narrowed eye, the said artificial implant dampened in glow, showing his normal blue eye but was glaring all the same, a slight grim smile adorned his veteran features. He hoped he landed a small, but brutal blow emotionally to a man who had served in the Yurei Civil War.

It worked.

For a brief moment, Kenta's upper lip twitched for a second - a momentary break of his serene composure. But it was only for a moment. He spoke readily, keeping his tone. "Did you just come here to insult me?" He questioned. "Although it's easy to acknowledge how worthless your "cold war" tactics on me are, we have more important things on our shoulders.... or did you not listen when the Shinigami were speaking of this society's potential demise?"

"Oh, did you actually know I was there? I was too busy interacting with the Soul Reapers and actually being optimistic in my men and their capabilities, while you sat there, uncaring and cold, just like your old master," he sneered at him before he cocked his head, walking slowly towards Kenta, "it almost sounds like you're sure that we will lose. That's a little pessimistic if it was anyone I knew and trusted, but for you," he narrowed his eye, growling under his breath, barely audible, "it sounds like you're planning for us to lose, doesn't it?"

"This is war, commander." Kenta reminded him, a slightly scolding manner within his voice. He held his ground, refusing to be intimidated by the man in front of him. "This isn't some sort of TV show where the good guy automatically wins. Faith and optimism, victory is not attracted by. The more optimistic you are, the more foolish and arrogant you are likely to become. So save me your pointless lectures about optimism, because I'm an individual of logic, not blind patriotism."

"Blind, huh?" Taka closed his eye, breathing slowly before opening his eye again, briefly thinking about that time when he lost half of his vision, "you must be really disillusioned if you think patriotism is blind. Why bother joining the Police Force, Sonoda, if you're more military and dispassionate about our land and people? Courage in the face of certain doom, Compassion to the Fallen and Weak, Honor to those who've given their lives or fought valliantly, Respect to your Leader's Wisdom, and Undying Loyalty to your land and people; that's what it means to be part of Yurei Okuko's Police Force, Sonoda!" He yelled out to him, then pointed at him with a gloved finger, glaring daggers at him, "don't forget YOU'RE King made us remember that, the first time the reorganization of the Police Force was formed, Sonoda!"

"What do you think I've been giving?"

The volume of Taka's voice caused Kenta's eyes to narrow to a clearly angered level. The blue in his ice seemed to reflect the ice of his voice. "My courage, my compassion, my honor and respect.... it's not to the government or some decorated flag. It's to the people of this society and their lives within. It doesn't take patriotism to have those qualities, commander. So I would appreciate it if you didn't make such foolish and narrow-minded remarks. I'd also appreciate it if you stepped aside and stopped this pointless confrontation. It's wasteful for both of us."

"Bastard," Taka growled out, his body only a mere 3 meters away, and he could feel rage boiling inside of him for this traitor they have in the Police Force. He then lunged at him, rearing a fist to smack into Kenta's face, growling out, "what the Hell are you planning, Sonoda?!"

"Enough!" Suddenly, as the fist was within mere inches, a dark blue on black blur with flowing hair 'stepped' in between Sonoda and Taka, grabbing the latter Commander's wrist with a swift grab, his own strength held the fist at bay.

"Stay out of this, Tategami!" Taka growled out, still trying to force his fist forward, despite making no progress at all.

"You're embarassing your King by acting like this, Commander Nakanome," Shiro said simply, a cool gaze reflected off of Taka's now glowing eye.

It was fortunate that Shiro had intervened - for if the man turned, Kenta had not only performed a quick-draw of his gun, but now had the barrel aimed at what would've been Taka's legs. He held that position for a moment, continuing to speak directly to Taka (albeit he had been surprised by Shiro's intervention). "Remember your place, commander...." He stated, twisting his revolver around his finger at a quick speed before sheathing it within its holster. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he moved past the two of them and walked off. "And I can tell you right now.... it's not with me."

"Dammit!" Taka swore aloud, glaring past at Kenta, his glowing eye followed his movements past him, walking so calm and sickeningly taunting at him, he couldn't stand it. He moved to reach for his sidearm, but suddenly heard Shiro speak, causing him to pause.

"Do you really want to disgrace yourself in front of guests from the Seireitei, dishonor your post and your Majesty so carelessly, Nakanome? Then I suggest you don't use that overkill for a sidearm," Shiro said softly, but held a stern tone with him, his red eyes narrowed at him, almost daring him to try and do the unthinkable.

But...unlike Kenta, knew when to respect his authorities, at least he thought so in his mind. He let his body go less tense, and released his fists, but his brows were still knitted as he grit his teeth.

"Tategami, sir. I-"

"Don't mention it and I won't," Shiro said releasing his arm and began walking away from Taka, the latter suddenly aware of a Seireitei Soul Reaper leaning against the wall of opposite of the windows pouring in small quantities of light, "if it wasn't for a quiet, yet attentive Soul Reaper, you probably would be going to lead your men with a hole in your leg."

"You really should watch where you point your guns, Taka."

If they looked up towards the ceiling, they would've seen Chidori abruptly appear. Despite the tense aftermath left behind, it was a comical sight to see the assistant of the king standing with her arms folded across her chest and her hair hanging towards the floor with a cocked eyebrow and a slight frown on her face. "I always assumed that the rivalry was between police and military.... not police and police...." She commented lightly, her gaze towards Taka mostly.

Taka looked up, giving a blank comical look at her, asking, "How did you get up there, Chidori-san?"

Shiro turned around, crossing his own arms, a few feet away from Senshi's cool, dispassionate gaze looking at Taka, the prior asking him in a semi-demanding tone, "What's gotten into you, Taka? One moment you're acting rationally and compelling your fellow commanders to fight courageously and boosted their morale when most needed. Next I see you about to slug another Commander in the face while disregarding the shot he would've placed in your leg-"

"To answer both of your questions, respectfully," Taka cleared his throat, before he looked coldly back at Shiro and briefly up at Chidori, "that so-called Commander was a former student of Damian Seken, fighting for the tyrant's side of the war! So yeah, I guess you could say this IS a rivalry between military and police..."

"Oh....right...."

With a slightly annoyed look on her face, Chidori allowed herself to backflip off of the ceiling and land on the ground. She directed her gaze to Taka, carrying herself in a lighter tone than Shiro. "Even our rivals know when to knock it off." She reminded him, emphasizing it with a light backhand slap to the center of the man's chest. "To be honest, I don't know what's the thing going on between you and Kenta.... but losing your cool like that's just going to make you look like a bad guy instead of him. You just can't go around flying off the handle like that."

"Maybe if acted like the Commander he's supposed to be, then I wouldn't-" he began, before he bit down on his tongue, realizing what he was saying before sighing, looking downwards with a downtrodden tone in his voice, "I've fought and bled for this city, for this society, and he can't even acknowledge the heroes who've done the same but didn't make it back. This eye," he raised his left hand over the eyepatch, hovering over it but never touching it, "is my tribute among other things to rebuild this great city in a righteous sovereignty. I've never seen him nor anyone under his command ever sacrifice anything in the name of our nation. He's never been sincere with me or anyone in his life, not even when off duty does he come out with a honest carefree spirit. He's a danger to us all, and I'm ironically the only one who can see that!" He gave out a grit teeth, rough tone, his eye looking at them desperately to make them understand why he is what he is around Kenta.

Shiro looked down, not knowing exactly the words to say to a man who's sacrificed so much and have problems with a man who he sees hasn't done anything for his nation.

The passion in Taka's voice seemed to soften Chidori's calm gaze. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, shaking her head a little. "There are some things in which the eye alone can't percieve and first impressions don't prove." She said softly, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "Just because someone holds a different mindset than another does.... doesn't call for the need to immediately brand that person as an outcast. That's all I can really say to you....but think about it." With a few pats, Chidori gently moved past him. "That being said, I must be off. You'll know where to find me...." With a Flash Step, she had vanished into thin air.

"Taka," Shiro said softly, looking at him less condenscendingly before nodding to him, "I can't say it any better than Chidori-san has, but I just want you to know your actions have not gone unnoticed. Just because someone else is lacking in where you see them, doesn't mean they don't deserve their post. Just letting you know," he turned to leave waving at him as he walked away, "I'll be anxious to see how your Sector fairs against the upcoming battle, Commander. Make us proud," and with that, he Flash Stepped away, leaving him alone with Senshi.

Taka sighed, looking at Senshi questionably before the latter, usually silent Soul Reaper responded, "Tell me something. Exactly how dangerous would Commander Sonoda be if he was the enemy?"

Taka lowered his eye, closing it briefly before he reopened it, saying, "Among those who aren't death gods, he's a force to be recokoned with, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't let even higher powers best him. He's stubborn, cunning, and deceptive, knows how to cover his tracks and how to make alibis. All in all, because I know he's an enemy, he's the most dangerous man in Yurei Okuko next to my Majesty."

"I thought so," Senshi said with a eery, cool tone before he too leaned off the wall and walked away, not saying another word, leaving Taka to tighten his fists in silence, before moving in the opposite direction, anxious to help secure his sector and lead his men.

Damn my hate for that bastard, if I'm going to die I might as well die standing on my feet beside my men, fighting for my nation and my King, Taka thought to himself with confidence as his dark brown garbed form disappeared from the corridor, once again leaving it empty and eerily lit.

Plots unfolded, Black Truths within White Lies
Meikurai immediately knew he had to distract any enemy intel and the mole(s) within Yurei Okuko so he set out a decoy version of himself, towards Royal District, northeast of the Castle, occupuing any intel by collaborating Police Forces. The real him, had contacted Rukia Kuchiki via communicator, telling her to meet her discreetly at the back entrance to the Mausoleum.

Meikurai's kimono fluttered as a small gust of wind blew by, his bangs flowing across his brow as well as sending smoke in its wake from his lit pipe, his left hand holding onto his Zanpakuto's hilt tightly with it sheathed, but ready for any conflict that could possibly happen.

However, despite the tense stance, he was talking in a comical tone, "C'mon, Kuchiki-chan! Its not like I was asking you out on a date or wanting to secretly make out with you in a dark alley, I need you now," he tapped his tower clog sandals impatiently, waiting for the Soul Reaper rep of Yurei Okuko.

"Yes, because that would be all the reason needed to stay away longer...."

The blunt tone of Rukia came from behind him. If he turned around, he would have seen a deadpan look of comical annoyance, her arms folded across her chest. "I hope you weren't getting any inappropriate ideas while you were waiting, Shiomaneki-san."

A sweatdrop came down his brow as he turned around, smiling sheepishly as he raised his hands up in his defense, "No no no, Kuchiki-chan, I wouldn't dream of anything inappropiate in my mind when it comes to you."

"...uh-huh..." Following that skeptical remark, Rukia immediately reverted back to a serious demeanor, her eyes focusing for a moment on the Mausoleum. "What are we in for?"

Meikurai let down his hands, turning around while exhaling another puff of his pipe, crossing his arms as he looked at the Mausoleum, "For the moment I'm not sure. Call it a hunch, if you will, but there's something underlying the meaning of this landmark that I'm not even sure the dead are aware of."

Rukia nodded in acknowledgement, looking over the structure for a moment. It was amazing that it had been rebuilt in such a short time span. The construction was certainly worth more than they looked. She walked over to the back entrance, pressing her hand on the door and looking over it for a moment. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Well, I guess going in and seeing what's up would be a good place to start, then...." She said. "Unless, you have any objections...?"

"Investigating the inside was part of the plan, Kuchiki-chan," he said matter-of-factly, puffing a few more breaths of smoke flowing into the air before dissipating. He walked over to the entrance, putting his hand onto the handle and opened it just part-way, winking at Rukia.

"After you, my lovely lady," he said in a eloquently practiced, gentleman-tone, making sure he had a handsome smile and dazzling twinkle in his eye.

....ok, she had to admit it.... his action was rather charming.

Not to mention that the smile and the twinkle just added onto the desired effect.

Therefore, she had to smile and chuckle, accepting the polite gesture and walking through the door. "You're such a gentleman...." She commented lightly, stepping through the doorway and stopping for a brief moment to make sure he was following right behind her. Then, she turned back around and kept walking, a composed gait about herself.

Meikurai closed the door behind himself, then calmly walked behind Rukia at a even pace, still smoking his pipe as they walked in. His tower sandals clapped quite loudly upon the very surface which Captain Hayate and Primera Selestino were just months before, and the very center of the chamber, as they saw on recording, where Braeburn McTavish slaughtered the D.C.O. field agents in self-defense or retaliation, either one bad for the former individual.

He then smelled the air, dousing out his pipe as he furrowed his brows, uttering aloud, "Odd...this isn't right..."

"What is it....?" Rukia turned her head back over her shoulder in order to look at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed at his sudden statement.

Meikurai put away his pipe, taking out his shades that hung loosely at the collar of his uniform, and unflipped them, a high-pitched whining sound emitted from them, showing a low green glow from the inside of the lenses, reflecting off his skin as he moved them onto his eyes, "There's something odd about the residual Spiritual Pressure here. Can't you feel it?"

He then showed by example raising his right hand out in the air, not pointing to anything specific to the eye, but what the shades detected was a blue glow of what was assumed to be where Braeburn stood. He emitted a small amount of spiritual energy himself, a neon green glow as he felt the spiritual energy there at its rawest form. When his hand floated over it, it crackled lightly, like the shorting out of a bulb with no source of its own, and then grasped it before it turned red, dissipating through the cracks of his fingers.

"According to my files...there is a remnant of Braeburn's Spiritual Pressure here, but there's something else. Something that wasn't confirmed by Captain Hayate and Lieutenant Hayate," he spoke aloud his hand continuing to find slight traces of blue energy with his neon green glowing hand occasionally causing sparks where Braeburn stood and low hums from where other Spiritual Pressures were as he walked around the room, circling the reconstructed coffin centerpiece of the Mausoleum.

Rukia's mind flashed back to the tape that she had seen earlier. The only people that she had seen other than Braeburn was the D.C.O. operators. Yet, from the way he spoke, he wasn't referring to them. She walked towards a nearby seat of an empty pew and sat down in it, keeping her gaze on him. She remained silent, trying to think about what he had just said. "....do you think that there was some sort of illusion ability cast here, in order to lead potential investigators off-track?" She questioned him.

"Initially, that would be a plausible cause for a frame-up, if it wasn't for the fact that this device of mine is reading an accurate reading that Braeburn was here. The only problem is that there is an anomaly within this are where Braeburn was seen here," he held out his hands in a demonstrative way, a small red aura showed up when his neon green spiritual energy waved over it, "this is Braeburn's residual spiritual energy trail. However, upon closer investigation," he waves over to the side or a little past it, and suddenly a visual crackle of electric light flashed slightly before disappearing, "there is this anomaly. Before I test something out, Kuchiki-chan, can you tell me what are the 5 known ways to cast an illusion to distort reality or the senses of a spiritual or mortal body?"

Rukia's expression contorted to one of slight surprise at the question. "I'm not really one for guessing games, Lieutenant...." She said lightly.

"Then humor me as this will make sense in a few minutes," Meikurai said with a smile, taking off his shades and hung them at the collar of his uniform and began emphasizing starting with raising one finger, then followed with all of them as he spoke.

"The first way to create an illusion is by Touch. Although not oftenly used there are a few of those that have particular abilities that can cause such effects towards the mind. For instance, someone was to touch a blow torch to the skin, the immediate feeling is not hot, but cold, the nervous system is being damaged so badly that the body starts to view it as cold rather than hot. Thus, the illusion of an extremity to the body causes an illusion to be cast on the target's senses, if only for a little bit.

The second way to create an illusion, is by Taste. You've probably have heard of experiences of citizens or fellow comaptriots of yours on how they've been drinking too much alcohol or they take particular drugs that induce terrific trips or fantasies their mind's eye creates. This is another illusion, by confusing the natural make-up chemical balance within the brain and causing it to secrete too much or too little of the wrong hormone within the blood stream, causing illusions or trips that would cause such phenomenons. You'd be surprised how a few of these illusions have manifested in the powers of their Zanpakuto.

The third way to create an illusion, is by Scent. Similar to the prior sense of the body, by discharging or secreting a particular gas or chemical into the air to be inhaled, it usually causes the immediate persons to be effected unless properly equipped. Unless its genetically targets particular individuals or has a short shelf life, illusions caused by scent usually last for quite some time and are quite dangerous considering they can be nigh invisible most of the time.

The fourth way to create an illusion, is by Sound. By sending out a subliminal message over a news cast or radio station, or creating a specific tune or reverberating sound will cause certain frequencies to alter the make-up of the brain waves, sometimes causing them to see things that aren't there, slowly dissolve brain tissue, knock them unconscious, or even brainwash them. Sound is by far the most dangerous of the illusions, though it takes time and resources to create it.

The fifth and final way to create an illusion, is by Sight. Probably known as one of the most practical and common uses of illusions, people have always used the ability to fool people's sight to control their perspective of reality, even if for only a moment, that power is quite spectacular. There is a few known ways of pulling this off. The most common way, is the set-up of particular guises and/or pieces of evidences to create the illusion you really weren't there, like creating a loop-video on a surveilance camera, or an actor changing from one costume or role to another. The other way, but most difficult to attain is the manipulation of solar particles, or more accurately, light particles. This would effectively confuse most averagely intelligent individuals and even keen eyes wouldn't be able to tell the difference at first or second glance," at the end of his speech, he had somehow attained a tripod with a white sketch pad large enough to show scientific descriptions in a visual format for explanation for Rukia, using his unlit pipe to point out things as he wrote/drew them out.

Not surprisingly, this method of explanation had easily caught her attention, and she made sure to let him know with a comically attentive expression and a vocalization of "Ooooooh!"

Meikurai smiled, tapping the sketch pad again with a audible 'tap' sound 3 times, before he asked Rukia, "Now, if this is truly the works of an illusion, which of these 5 would be most likely to be employed, Kuchiki-chan?"

That was obvious, even without the long explanations. However, they did provide a basis for Rukia in order to explain her belief. After thinking about it, she allowed herself to speak on it. "Well, if I had to say, sight would be employed in the case of the camera footage. Might or might not have been something to do with spiritual abilities, but manipulation or outside hacking prior to my acquiring of it might have had something to do with what we ourselves had seen. As for here.... someone may have attempted to mimic at least Braeburn's spiritual energy as well as physical appearance.... something that have to involve a spiritually empowered being with a considerable level of energy control. However, the being could not do so fully, resulting in the accidental leak of the "foreign" aura mixed in with Braeburn's."

"Very good, Kuchiki-chan," he said with a pleased, dazzling smile before he tapped the text pad again, "you're right on nearly all accounts save for one: Braeburn really WAS here. He just wasn't here the night the D.C.O. agents were killed. There are two different methods of framing a person like that. One, the hacking and falsifying data on surveilance equipment and back-up files, requiring the expertise and technology equal or superior mine. The second, and possibly most disturbing of the two, is the use of spiritual powers. And the only techniques available of that sort are reserved for Soul Reapers, who are more specifically coming from the Stealth Force," he finished, his tone now more foreboding and his eyes furrowed, his gaze far off and unreadable, as if he himself was puzzled or reminiscing on possible people he'd met with that ability.

This revelation struck a chord within Rukia's train of thought, apprehension poking at her. "You don't suppose that there could be people within the Stealth Force attempting to target Braeburn, do you?" She said, her voice showing slight tension. "They have too much of a hold on their members in order to ensure the possibility of defect and rogue activity, after all...."

"No, not possible. If you think the last 2nd Division's Captain was hardcore, the next one is your traditional military-minded, the mission is only what matters, kind of guy. There would be NO exceptions to that, unless...," he drifted off, placing a hand around his chin and stroking it in thought.

"Unless....?" Rukia pressed further in order to push the answer from him.

"There was one who possessed such skill enough to do what has been done here. A man whom everyone thought would inherit the title of Commander-In-Chief of the Stealth Force as well as being the 2nd Division's Captain. However, things didn't work out the way he wanted. In short, the Gotei 13 and him had a falling out, and he's been presumed dead for some time, since we haven't heard anything involving his M.O. or sightings of him at all.

That being said, he's the one Soul Reaper I know who had the most powerful Light-based Zanpakuto, having abilities that could mask his presence and Spiritual Pressure entirely, even able to resonate foreign spiritual pressures at will. With the lack of suspects, we have only two people to blame for the murders and the conspiracy revolving this site. Braeburn, and the man I speak of," he said evasively, not wanting to speak names or encourage Rukia that a man who hasn't been seen in over centuries would be responsible or collaborating with a Cult like the Ahijados. As far as Meikurai knew, he wasn't that kind of man...unless he was properly motivated into doing so.

The Kuchiki looked down for a moment, pondering this new information. Then, she looked back up at Meikurai curiously. "Tell me... how skilled and power are individual D.C.O. operators?" She questioned him.

Meikurai looked at Rukia cautiously, momentarily gnawing his lower lip showing some apprehension and nervousness, before he told her, "I'm not exactly...well what you call priviledged enough to know all the details involved with the D.C.O., but I can tell you what anyone who's been part of the D.C.O. will tell you.

There are 3 rankings which seperate the rosters of all D.C.O. agents, and their skill varies within each of these rankings. The first is the Whisper Squad, those who are specialized in analyzing decripted intel, hacking into foreign systems, and overall saboteurs and spies. Skill-wise, they are the best spies in the Soul Society aside from the Stealth Force. The second is the Shadow Squad, those who are specialized in stealth, recon, and assassination. They have less numbers than the three squads, but have extremely skilled in close-quarters combat and fighting from the shadows. The third and last is the Sword Squad, those who specialize in combat, hit & run tactics, and endurance. They are the best fighters among all of D.C.O., and are usually the most populated, which usually gives way to what the D.C.O. call Reserve Members, those who have duties too important within the Gotei 13 to ignore and will only be called upon during emergency measures.

The Squad the D.C.O. operators belonged to," he looked grimly in Rukia's eyes, "was the Shadow Squad."

What he saw was a calm, pondering gaze in his direction. "But if that was indeed the Shadow Squad...." She said, using his information as a reference. "Then why would they choose to confront him openly instead of striking him from the shadows?" That would have been something within their jurisdiction, at least from how Meikurai told her.

"Normally you would be correct to question this, Kuchiki-chan," Meikurai nodded to her respectively, then he pointed to the limited spacing within the mausoleum, "however, it woudln't be easy for someone to target the person in question. No, the person in question lured them in here full well knowing they would have to get close and assault him at a short distance between himself and them. Because of this, our person question was able to somehow, even though its rare in occurances, surprise his attackers by striking first once they revealed themselves. Then that left them all completely surprised by sheer skill and ferocity of our target in question," Meikurai explained, coming up with this theory was more than a simple possibility and he knew that Braeburn, despite his history as a accomplished Soul Reaper, wouldn't willingly lead people to their murder. It would explain why there was a foreign presence among Braeburn's residual Spiritual Pressure.

This explanation caused Rukia to fall silent, her eyes looking away in a slightly troubled expression. "So that would mean someone is attempting to frame Braeburn...." She said solemnly, switching her gaze back to Meikurai. "How would we go about warning the others of this?"