[Reaper Lanping] Dark River

"What, what to do..."

Hanatarou looked into the big pit, raised his head with force, and saw that the mask of Ozoro in the sky above was shattered, and the whole body of Ozo also had cracks, and then fell apart.

The white virtual spirit lingered around it, and then turned into clothes to wrap around the broken-faced newborn body.

His bare feet were covered by black spiritual power, his long black hair was flying in the air, his cloudy red eyes emerged from the black mist, the mask originally attached to the head in the middle was shattered, covering it top of the head.

It should be "she".In front of Urahara Yoichi and Ichigo was clearly a Chizuru Amma holding a knife and wearing a black priestess costume with a dark blue tie.

"Is this how it feels after evolution?"

"Temma Chizuru" raised his empty hand, moaning hoarsely, without the softness that a girl should have at all.Her face was pale, and when she raised her head to look at the three gods of death, there was an undisguised killing intent in her eyes.

Mako Hirako just kicked the last Kilian back into the black cavity.Since he didn't deliberately maintain the black cavity when breaking the surface, the black cavity also trembled and closed afterwards.Hirako Mako walked slowly to Ichigo and the others, and confronted her.And the real Amma Chizuru sat on the ground, looking in horror at the "person" above who was almost the same as himself.

"Ah, are you ready to die?"

Unlike the crazy look before, this virtual now looks calm, at least for now.

"My name is Cerberus Lacodicia. It seems that humans have a habit of saying hello before eating, right?"

Such Amma Chizuru... no, Celeberus, has a dangerous and seductive beauty.She stands holding a knife, and it is not difficult to see that her way of holding a knife has many similarities with Aizen.

Maybe it's because the women—whether it's Reaper or Shaman—have a lot in common, so synchronization becomes extremely easy.In an instant, Yoruichi and Celeberus moved at the same time, Yoruichi's foot stepped on Celeberus's blade, but he left as soon as he touched it, and Celeburus fell back slightly due to the powerful impact. Gliding for a while.Immediately, Urahara also joined the battle, cooperating tacitly with Yeyi.Celeberus put his left hand and five fingers together, and the black and red flashes gathered to hit Urahara.

Urahara waved his knife to scatter them, and laughed: "Why, the strength after becoming broken face..."

His smile disappeared quickly, and the others also noticed that Celeberus once again parried Yoruichi's attack, and then took advantage of Yoruichi's kick to him, turned around and flew down, and quickly approached the ground—the target was Aizen That bridge on Kawakami!

And Aizen and his sword spirit were standing on it, the water was following the guidance of their true master, and was about to touch the tip of the sword.

The true purpose of this Xu was not Urahara and the others, who are a hundred times stronger than her, but to kill Aizen when they are not paying attention. With her current strength, it is not impossible to forcefully absorb the burst of spiritual power. possible things.

"Blue dye!!!"

Ichigo rushed out in an instant, trying to catch up with Celeberus, but a faster white figure surpassed him first, and flew towards Aizen's direction.

hateful.

When Hirako Mako passed by Ichigo's side, Kurosaki Ichigo saw such emotion in his eyes.

"Bindao 81, Duankong——!!!"

While running, he erected a defensive barrier for Aizen, and now even Ye Yi was struggling to use Celeberus, who was proficient in dealing with rings, because the ability of blurred perception left behind in Celeberus' body with.Only Ichigo could notice that in the battle just now, Yoruichi and Urahara's actions were obviously delayed by half a second, but it was enough for Celeberus to avoid the fatal attack.

As Celeberus flew towards the direction of Lan Ran, black flashes gathered in his mouth, pure black flashes without any red, that was the strongest move of breaking the face before returning to the blade, Wang Xu's flash.

Duan Kong couldn't defend against that blow no matter what.

"Souyousuke! Get out of the way!" Hirako Mako shouted hoarsely, the air current blew up the golden hair on both sides of his temples, hurting his wide eyes.

Seeing the water flow touching the tip of Jinghua Shuiyue's knife, the wall of light formed by the broken space was also hit by Wang Xu's flash.

That's too late--

Duan Kong, who gave up singing, only blocked Wang Xu's flash for a few seconds, and directly hit Lan Ran who had just raised his head and stared wide-eyed in surprise.The bridge was blown down, and Aizen's Reiatsu disappeared in an instant.

Kurosaki Ichigo stopped Shunpo in mid-air, looked at the other three Shinigami in disbelief, and then looked up to the front.

Xu seems to be very satisfied with his results, he gently landed on the bank, watching the smoke billowing and coaxing the bridge deck into two parts.

"Master Aizen—"

She sighed regretfully, sheathed the knife, and Mako Hirako stayed in the sky, watching all this.

Aizen's spiritual pressure...disappeared?

How can it be?How can it be?That arrogant bastard just... died?

Celeberus approached the river that was about to move, and touched it with his fingertips.

"Now..." She licked her lips, impatiently wanting to absorb the spiritual power into her body, "Be mine, ah..."

Such a seductive and satisfying moan sounded like a sigh. She just wanted to start absorbing it, but suddenly raised her hand to block a coaxing false flash.

Behind the red light was the angry and hateful gaze of a slender man in a shirt.

"What, it's the same kind."

"Stop joking, who is the same as you!"

After saying this, Hirako put on the mask again and slashed at Celeberus with a knife.

"They are all members who have been transformed by Aizen-sama, so it is not an exaggeration to call them the same kind."

Ichigo looked at all this tangled, the fighting situation was chaotic, Mako Hirako was hit by Nvba's face, kicked to the side, and directly crashed into the wooden building on the shore.With all the human beings collapsing to the ground, they don't have to worry about the workload of erasing their memories afterwards.

"Pingzi!"

Ichigo walked over quickly and pulled Mako Hirako out.The mask on Hirako's face was a little unstable for a moment, and seemed to be in danger of expanding to his neck.

"...Ichigo-kun, please let me go..."

"No! You can't fight like this now!"

"You let me go!"

"Listen to me, Aizen..."

He forcibly pulled Pingzi, who was almost out of control, out of the ruins, pointed at the bridge deck, and yelled at Pingzi: "I really don't understand why the three of you look like he is dead! You can't ask him before that." Ask me?!"

Celeberus, who heard Ichigo's words, looked back in disbelief. The bridge deck was still broken, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Break it, Jinghuashuiyue."

Lanran carried the knife and walked down the bridge, which was basically intact. The sword had disappeared, and the flowing water under the bridge had also disappeared.

"Hmph, Kurosaki Ichigo, you should stop him quickly."

After finishing speaking with a cold snort, Aizen slightly adjusted his vision, and turned to look at Celeberus with an unbelievable expression.

"Thank you too, Celeburus, right?" Holding the Zanpakutō, he released an overwhelming spiritual pressure. If we say that Celeberus' spiritual pressure is as powerful as a Fuji mountain With oppressive force, Aizen's Reiatsu is ten or even hundreds of times as large as Mount Fuji, and it is made of concrete with high hardness and density.

The female Pomian stood where she was, unable to move, and could only watch Aizen walk over step by step with the knife.

"When I grabbed the mirror, I didn't pursue it, but chose to evolve. It was a stupid choice, but I am grateful."

Aizen explained slowly like this, pointing the tip of the knife at Celeberus' chest as before the battle tonight: "I have already absorbed my own spiritual power, and through the beating of my heart, the spiritual power It is stronger than when you put it in the dark ditch as a decoration; these spiritual powers will eventually dissipate after my death, and you are not worthy to use this kind of spiritual power."

His light brown eyes looked colder and colder under the moonlight, and the tip of his knife penetrated into Celeberus' heart little by little.

"You are only my creation after all, don't forget, and..."

He looked sideways at the blurred Pingzi, the mask was still hanging on his face, and his golden eyes were filled with extreme shock.

"...He was just an accident of mine, that's all; I didn't reform him like I trained you."

The knife pierced through Celeberus' heart, Aizen pulled out the knife very quickly and swung it, the blood drew a perfect semicircle on the ground, without touching Aizen's body at all.

The clouds floated across the moon, and there was only a moment of darkness. When the ground was illuminated by the moonlight again, Celeberus had disappeared.

Aizan sheathed his knife, looked ahead, glanced at the Aizan River that was drying up again, and at Urahara who was pursing his lips tightly. He stood in place with his fists clenched and his back slightly arched in a vigilant gesture, and finally looked at Kurosaki Ichigo, with Hirako Mako supported by him.

"Thank you, Kurosaki-kun."

Kurosaki Ichigo supported Hirako to stand up.After the initial stagger, Hirako was able to stand in place by himself.I don't know if it's because he used the mask ability frequently this evening. He seemed to want to remove his mask, but he couldn't do so. He just stood there silently, watching Aizen approach step by step.Fortunately, at this moment, the mask covered his expression.

He lowered his eyes, meeting his eyes.The whites of the black eyes, bright golden pupils, filled with light of unknown emotions.

"What did you call me just now?"

Aizen reached out and stroked the side of his mask.Under his hands, the mask dissipated by itself, revealing the face of Hirako who was at a loss with his mouth slightly open.

Kurosaki Ichigo retreated to the intact wall behind, slowly slipped sideways out of Aizen's sight, and rubbed against Yoruichi's side.

"...Tsk."

Unexpectedly, Hirako turned his head towards the deserted street as usual, avoiding this question.

Lan Ran was stunned for a moment, and then although the expression on his face remained unchanged, his eyes clearly showed disgust, and he waved to the other three people: "Aren't you going to deal with Miss Tianman's matter?"

It seemed that Aizen didn't intend to do anything, but this attitude of disgust after using it was unanimously disgusted by the other three gods of death.Urahara and the others turned around and walked in the direction of Tenma Shrine.

Only then did Aizen turn his gaze back to Pingzi's side face, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Just now, what did you call me?"

It seems that if I don't say anything today, I don't want to leave.

Aizen put away the Reiatsu little by little, while Hirako looked at the ground obliquely below, and muttered something vaguely.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"...Hey, you are too much!"

Hirako turned his head and stared at him: "Sou Yousuke!"

"Ah."

Involuntarily, Aizen showed a small smile.

He let go of Hirako's shoulders, turned and walked towards the bridge.

"Where are you going?"

Hirako catches up with Aizen and stands on the bridge with Aizen.

Looking down from the bridge, it is almost the same as the scene in the dream, except that there is no dark river water, and there are not many buildings with modern signboards.

"Stand here and watch."

Aizen said such a sentence as if sighing.

What is there to see at the bottom of the dry river?

Hirako Mako did not ask this sentence.

Compared with asking questions, he cared more about Aizen's eyes, as if he was looking at something deeper through the river.

"You are very virtuous, Yousuke-" Hirako Mako drew his tone, and looked back at him teasingly, "Sit here and wait for me to come back."

The golden hair flashed at the door, and the bare feet disappeared from sight, leaving only the dark corridor facing Aizen.

I don't know how long I sat there thinking, Hirako stepped into the bedroom again with a damp breath, and closed the sliding door.

"Hey, you still haven't left?"

Mako Hirako, who was only wearing a thin yukata, smiled and sat cross-legged on the futon opposite him, looking at Aizen in a daze.

"Ah... ah, that, the captain asked me to sit here."

In the flickering lights, Aizen's wry smile is actually not a performance in Aizen's heart.

"Ah, you really—"

Pingzi leaned forward and flicked Aizen's forehead.It seemed that he was exerting a lot of force, Lan Ran covered his forehead in pain, and there was a little red mark on it.

"Ah! It hurts a bit, Captain."

"Huh, is it?"

Saying so slyly, Hirako hooked his hands at him, and Aizen also obediently sat a little closer to him.

"This way—" Pingzi prolonged his voice, covered his forehead with his slightly moist hand, and showed a row of neat teeth with a smile. His eyes were not only cunning, but also undoubtedly happy, "It won't hurt if you rub it It's gone!"

"Is the captain still treating me like a child?!"

Aizen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to take Hirako's hand off her forehead.

"Stop making trouble, the captain is going to patrol Liuhun Street tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yeah, I want to take Soyousuke there with me."

"If I go over, there will be a backlog of official documents again." Aizan shook his head with a smile, his eyes behind the lens narrowed softly in the light, and the warmth from the corners of his eyes was very real to Pingzi.

"No—okay, it won't work without Soyousuke." The proposal was deliberately prolonged, and Hirako squinted at Aizen angrily, as if observing his reaction.

For the captain who became self-willed like a child, Aizan really had nothing to do with him.

The temperature of his palm was still burning on his skin.

No matter what kind of him he is, whether he is lazy, sharp, such unreasonable, or he who stands in front of the team with a knife and guards the players - there is no way to forget, no way reject.

"If the captain sleeps now, I can still think about it."

After uttering such half-truths, the corners of Aizen's lips curved even deeper.

Hearing this, Pingzi quickly got into the quilt and looked at him: "Not bad, it seems that I have finally taught you how to be flexible."

"Well, so captain, please have a good rest." Aizen said, stretched out his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, kissed him lightly, and then put his fingers on Hirako's forehead.

In an instant, Hirako's face turned red.

"Stupid... idiot! What are you doing!" He pulled the quilt to cover the lower half of his face, revealing only his eyes and forehead, and his long soft golden hair outside.

Aizen laughed: "Goodnight kiss... right?"

"Doesn't that count as a real kiss?!" Pingzi, who was protesting like this, suddenly felt sleepy, and was not in the mood to continue fighting with Aizen on this point.

"Really... Come here early tomorrow and kiss me good morning!"

Hirako Mako finally fell into a deep sleep.

The sliding door outside was not closed tightly, and a gust of wind blew in, and then another gust of wind.The candle was finally extinguished under such an attack, only Lan Ran was left kneeling beside the sleeping Pingzi, looking at his sleeping face by the hazy moonlight.Sure enough, the blond man slept like a child, turned over after a while, and smacked his mouth.

The blond hair was spread out on the bedding, and some of it spread to his knees.

This year's cherry blossoms are really beautiful.he thought so.

Listening to the man's breathing, feeling his temperature, the touch of his calloused palm still rests on his forehead.

When she wakes up tomorrow morning, Mako Hirako will only remember that she was drunk and carried back by the vice-captain, that's all.

Nothing can shake his resolve to stand in heaven.

He stood up, opened the door, and quickly closed it again.After confirming that the door was closed, he looked at the cherry blossoms in the courtyard and the bright moon, and sat on the corridor in a daze.

He has been preparing for such a long time, and has already arranged all the manpower. It is only the captains of the thirteenth division of the Gotei who are his own test products to verify his guess.

Absolutely, failure is not allowed.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, stood up from the corridor, and walked away slowly.

It's time to take a break.

The faint fragrance of cherry blossoms came over, this was a night sky so similar to that day, together with the fragrance of flowers in the wind, it deepened his memory.

"No matter what kind of captain, I like it."

He lowered his head and looked at his right hand that was leaning on the vermilion lacquered railing.

"what?"

Hirako frowned, looked up at Aizen.

"Don't say that kind of thing again, it's weird..."

He saw Aizen raise his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and kiss his lips lightly, then stretched out and stuck it on his forehead.

"Aizen you—"

——That night, not only the memory was sealed, but also the special mood, Aizen sealed the special part of Mako Hirako about him.

Perhaps it was because he foresaw his own failure, and because of his momentary wavering, he did not erase that memory, or perhaps it was also because in his imagination, there would be such a day.

The two stood side by side on the bridge, the spring cherry blossoms withered, and the fragrance of 110 years ago was brought by the wind.

Hirako's pupils constricted, and everything that night erupted quickly in his mind.

The mood of the past, the thoughts in my heart when I watched Aizen's every move.

That night was the same as now, the temperature on the forehead.

But not like now, I feel sad.

"...No matter what kind of captain it is, I like it very much."

When he said these words, a trace of shyness and anxiety flashed across the face of the brown-haired young man. If you didn't pay attention, you would not notice it at all. You would think that he was as calm as he is now when he said these words.

"Just stay by my side, Soyousuke."

He also responded.

The joy of connecting hearts, after being sealed and fermented by blood and hatred for a long time, has become so sad and bitter.

——I didn’t wait for the good morning kiss at the end, did I?

The warm agitation of the other party's neck seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and by accident, he buried his face in the pit of his neck, feeling the heartbeats of the two pulsating under the skin.

The saponin-like smell from his vice-captain wasn't annoying.

However, he was forced to forget all this.

Maybe it would be better to forget it, otherwise, how would I deal with my despair when I left the world of corpses and souls?

"Soyousuke..."

He couldn't help murmuring and blurting out.

The side of the face was touched by the palm, but it quickly left him.The temperature quickly dissipated in the night, leaving only Aizen's back in a suit, leaving the bridge little by little.

He carried the mirror, Hua Shuiyue, and walked on the street step by step.

Only Pingzi was left standing on the bridge, watching his back.

"Aren't you coming, Captain?"

Aizen turned his head and looked at the figure on the bridge.

Indeed, in the world of his mind image, like that beautiful figure, Mako Hirako, who was wearing a fifth division haori, was silently looking at him.The eyes met again, and no one escaped this time.

Maybe it would be harder to get close to him, maybe I would hate him even more, say things like liking you, do that kind of thing... Although they are all true, I feel like a liar.

Hirako Mako walked down the bridge and walked in front of him, without the cover of long hair, and the character "five" on the haori was particularly clear.He followed with a knife, just like it was 110 years ago.

Behind him were people lying in disorder, and the two men disappeared into the night one after the other.

Only the petals of the cherry blossoms were left, which were blown into the dry dark ditch.

The river named Aizen River once reflected the figure of his sweetheart in that man's heart.

On the vermilion lacquered bridge, under the moonlight of the never-ending crescent moon.