Shinigami Meets World

“Genryusai-Taicho, is this really the time to be admiring your vanity?” the massive wolf man Sajin Komamura comment, his tone of voice lacking any sort of humor at your odd actions, “please show some restraint and respect before So-Taicho.”

As Renji and the others set up the mirror behind you, you shake your head, an amused smile crossing your lips as you speak directly at the tall animal man, “I apologize Komamura-Taicho but the mirror is not to admire myself but to offer up a bridge of communication.”

“Communication,” you grandfather speaks, his body leaning forward as curiosity creeps into his tone, “what communication are you referring to Genryusai-Taicho?”

Offering your grandfather a deep bow you speak, “Last night I was once again transported to another dimension in my sleep by the Urn. While in this dimension I found a person who knows a great deal about the Urn and the status of being a Deadman-Shinigami, far more than either of us could ever hope So-Taicho. This person knows enough to teach me how to control the Urn to its fullest and how to complete the duties I am designed for.”

“Really now?” Your grandfather says with a great deal of surprise as he thoughtfully strokes that long beard of his, “and who might this be?”

Instead of answering your grandfather you simply smile, turning away from him and blowing a low and heated breath upon the surface of the finely polished glass. Without pausing for a second your finger traces along the steam on the glass, the numbers 42-42-564 being traced in the remnants of your breath before you step away with a satisfied smirk. Slowly the image on the glass begins to warp and twist, your reflection in the glass bending and melding in unnatural shapes and angles until at last the image ceases it’s constant bending and reveals at last not your reflection but an entirely different dimension complete with a large man cloaked in black with a brilliant white mask adorning his face, “Ah! Hello again John-kun~”

You chuckle at the number of murmurs and surprised gasps at your back, your head bowing slightly as you speak again, “Hello again yourself Shinigami-san, how are you?”

**** waves from side to side a bit as he laughs, “Ah I am doing just fine John-kun, yourself?”

“I am doing very well,” You say with a smile, “but, as much as I’d like this to be a social call there is a bit of business we must conduct first.” Judging by the way Shinigami tilts his head to the side and remains silent you take that as permission to continue, your body moving away to the side of the mirror and revealing the meeting hall filled with Shinigami Taicho’s with an open arm, “Fellow Taicho’s, So-Taicho, I would like to introduce Shinigami-san.”

From the side of his massive black cloak Shinigami’s enormous four fingered foam hand appears, the gargantuan pure white limb waving back and forth as he speaks with that same jovial and singsong tone of his, “Hello everyone~”

As you glance around the room it appears everyone is absolutely gob smacked at the goings on, a new entity from a completely different dimension staring them in the face more than enough to silence even the ever loud mouthed Kenpachi Zaraki. However, no surprise lasts forever and just as you had expected, your grandfather is the first to break his momentary paralysis of shock, “Hello Shinigami-san, I take it you are the one that Genryusai-Taicho met during his recent travels?”

Shinigami nods with a full body bob, his white mask shaking in agreement as he speaks, “Yes, yes that would be me…and from what I understand you would be his Grandfather would you not?”

Your grandfather nods with a chuckle, “Indeed I would be, but I am also his commanding officer and as such I would like to know exactly what Genryusai-Taicho has been up to in your dimension. More importantly how it is that you know of the existence of the Urn and Genryusai-Taicho in the first place?”

“Oh ho ho! ” Shinigami laughs deeply, a loud belly laugh that fills the room as he speaks, “That I believe is a discussion that should be held in private…do you not agree So-Taicho-san?”

While the rest of the room begins to grumble about being left out of the loop a simple crack of your grandfathers cane against the ground silences them all, his aged and weathered face cracking into a small smile as he speaks, “That is very true. Genryusai-Taicho, is there anything further that you wish to share before this meeting comes to an end?”

You shake your head from side to side, bowing a bit as you speak, “Since Shinigami-san knows well of my exploits in his world then no, I have nothing more to share.”

“Very well, this meeting is adjourned. I request that the hall be emptied save for myself and Shinigami-san,” with those words spoken the hall slowly begins to empty, all of the Taicho’s including yourself leaving your grandfather and Shinigami-san to their conversation.

“Do you think that was a good idea Johnny-kun?” Rangiku questions as she latches herself onto your arm, those wonderful and bountiful breasts of her pressing tightly to your clothed arm, “are you sure this Shinigami-san and your Grandfather will be able to get along?”

Without a second thought you nod and offer Rangiku a confident grin, “Of course Rangiku-chan…Shinigami-san reminds me a great deal of when Grandpa was in my world so I have no doubt in my mind that they can see eye to eye on many, man things.”

“Like what John-kun?” Renji asks, taking hold of your other arm as she pressed those wrapped globes of flesh to your side in an obvious attempt to capture your attention from Rangiku.

Shaking your head with a sigh you almost wish you had a free hand to rub your temples, not only from remembering your past but also from the slight competitive glare Renji and Rangiku send one another, “Well for one they both try to play match maker and they enjoy it FAR too much…”

“What do you mean John-kun?” This time it is Nanao-chan who asks the question, her small and slim body easily squeezing between you and Rangiku so as to lean against your form and wrap her arms around your waist.

“Well…Shinigami-san gave me that ultimatum about marrying Kid-chan before he would teach me anything about the Urn,” You say with a tired sigh, “And my grandfather damn near pushed me into any relationship with a girl who had large breasts when I was a teenager…”

Following a group sweat drop and a bit more conversation you arrive home, the three girls reluctantly letting you go so as to attend to your division as you went home to take a nice long rest from your trials and tribulations…yeah right.