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Nest of Maggots

The dim light of the cave flickered violently on the high ceiling. Occasionally a prisoner started screaming, pleading his innocence; yet the sounds of his voice faded sooner rather than later, realizing the futility of it all. Usually, the prisoners were allowed to roam freely around the prison, but nowadays, rare were those that opted to do so. The young guards were rather playful, finding a hobby in beating life out of prisoners. They were allowed to do so, for no one cared much. No one was allowed to carry a Zanpakuto in the Nest, therefore a Hakuda beating was considered a legitimate alternative for keeping the prisoners in check. Or at least, that was the impression she had gotten. And it made her sick.

Under the light, Hitomi glanced up, her small frame barely illuminated by the light source. No one had paid her much heed, had no reason to. Not even the guards unleashed some of their boredom upon her, probably due to her entrancing appearance. She had pale skin and long, red hair; a beautiful woman indeed.

Yet, her beauty was constricted within these walls. She was not supposed to be here and, to make the matter worse, she had no clue as to where her Zanpakuto was. It was, indeed, a troublesome situation she had found herself in. "Bastards... leaving me here for so long," Hitomi muttered to herself, as she looked around in order to spot the guard that was on duty today.

And there he was, a very young boy - she believed his name was Hebi. Analyzing the rest of the area, she did not spot other guards; perfect. On her way back to her cell, she faked an illness, hopefully attracting the attention of the boy. Of course she attracted his attention, she had seen the way he was looking at her. There was no need to waste any more time; Hitomi was due to relay the information in a few hours.

It was about time for her skin to see the light of the sun again. And to tell that bastard Jin what he had coming.

***

Somewhere in Soul Society

A black haired man, standing on a wall to the Seireitei, sneezed. He grimaced before putting his leather mask on, inhaling the sweet scent of Reiatsu stored inside of the beak. "Now that's what I'm talking about. You ready yet?" Jin turned to his companion, who was busy lowering two bags to the district side of the wall. For a moment, it seemed as if the big man would not pay the question any mind, before his deep voice pierced the sounds of silence. "Almost." He already had his mask on, and showed no intention of showing his face. Nor speaking any further. "It has been a long time since I've been here. Makes me nostalgic to the bones." Jin smirked as he dropped down the wall, clearly not keen on waiting anymore. A split second before his leg had touched the ground, he vanished and appeared on the rooftop in the distance - not even looking back. "Slowpoke."

His blue cloak, dark as the deep sea, danced in the wind - its surface was full of runes, various writings of ancient origin. His companion had the cloak of same kind, thus emitting extremely low amounts of spiritual pressure, prohibiting ordinary Shinigami, lieutenants and captains alike, to detect them.

Indeed, the cloaks made it unable for them to detect each other, but they both had the same destination in mind. Even if separated, they would meet up eventually. At an incredibly fast rate, Jin kept shunpoing towards his target, basking in the sight of Seireitei after all them years.

Soon, winds of change are going to blow the Gotei 13 apart.

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