Crooked Calamity

With a tired sigh you open the door to your room, your body stiffening and your legs tensing in preparation of being pounced upon by your overly affectionate house mates…until not happens. With a touch of confusion you open your eyes and find that the space behind the door and inside the living room is empty, all of the girls who live with your having disappeared somewhere deeper into the complex that you call a home.

Yet, the peace is quickly shattered as you hear a yell, the howling voice of your favorite blue haired panthress screaming out, “Someone calm her the fuck down RIGHT NOW before I shove my foot so far down her throat it comes out her ass!”

“Yeah, now that sounds like home,” you chuckle softly as you follow the source of the voice, Grim’s over exuberant and vicious scream coming from a very familiar place in your home; your bedroom.

As you approach the room the silence from when you first came home gradually begins to vanish, voices slowly growing in volume and pitch as you come ever closer to your room, “P-Please! Just calm down so we can explain-”

“N-No! Stay back!” an unfamiliar voice interrupts the calm and even tone of your green haired fraccion Nel, a terrified and panicked screech that seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, “D-Don’t touch me!”

“Nanao-chan! Please relax nya!” The sound of Yoruichi is loud and clear as she begs for this mysterious Nanao person to calm down.

“No! You can’t be Yoruichi-san! This has to be some sort of trick! Stay back or I will use ****!” The voice of this Nanao rings, your eyebrow perked and your heart rate picking up at the mention of ****.

Deciding this was no time to dawdle on you feel yourself Sonido to the front of your bedroom down, both of your arms throwing open the finely crafted and ornate wooden structure with an echoing slam, “Hey, what’s going on in here?!”

The sight that you happen upon causes you to blink for the full ten seconds it takes for anyone to react to your presence, something that you haven’t had happen since you first came to Hueco Mundo. In one corner, her back pressed to the wall with her sword flailing desperately with one hand is a slim black haired young woman, her clothes speaking of her status as an agent of the Shinigami. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of glasses but it easy to see how terrified she is about her current situation, it’s not often one is teleported behind enemy lines without so much as a word of warning. However, no matter how frightened she is the moment her eyes turn to face you, those utterly radiant lavender orbs seem to glimmer with hope and…love?

Turning away from the sight of some random Shinigami apparently named Nanao in your room you turn to the rest of your company, your eyebrow quirking at the others. Somehow or another Saru, Hebi, and Bee-chan had been knocked out, their eyes filled with **** swirls as they laid one on top of another. Turning away from the cluster of **** girls your turn your eyes to the others in the room, your eyes glancing them up and down and evaluating them with a careful and caring eye. For their part Nel and Grim, who had taken the side of your room near you bed, appeared to be perfectly fine. The same cannot be said of your bed however, the structure long shattered and the fine silken sheets torn asunder by what you guessed was some sort of energy based attack. With a quickly rising temper and a growing headache you turn to look at Yoruichi and Haineko, their bodies relatively in the same condition at Nel and Grim only with a few more tears in their clothing and scorching in their hair/fur.

Moving your eyes from the girls to the rest of the room you can nearly feel your blood pressure shoot through the roof, almost everything was either scorched or destroyed by the same damage that had befallen your bed. However, only one little corner is absent of any sort of damage…the corner in which Nanao herself is hiding, “What…the…hell?!”

“J-John!” Nel shouts in surprise, her body springing up into attention, “W-Well…uh…y-you see-“

“John!” Without warning your body is driven to the ground, a heavy weight landing on your chest and pushing you to the floor without warning, “It really is you!” After righting the world from your recently rattled vision you turn your eyes down to Nanao, the shivering and crying woman clutching onto your body with every ounce of strength she had, “I-I was so scared…I-I d-didn’t know!”

The sight of the woman’s tears and the sincerity in her tone melts your heart instantly, all rage forgotten as you gently embrace the strange girl with a warm embrace, “Shh…it’s okay…it’s okay, I’m here Nanao-chan...”