Bleach: Duelo Paraíso (Bleach d20 campaign setting)
Novenas Shinigami arc Opening theme: "Take Me Home" by Ken Ashcorp
Raito reached for her sword, but it wasn't there. It wasn't that she saw anything, but it was dark and rainy again, just like it was when she received it.
A crablike monster moves in diagonals along the street, a muddle of grays and purples with a giant mask and unnerving humanlike teeth. Its four arms should have been claws, but instead are long and spindly with hands at the end. One of its left arms holds a sword with an odd tsuba. Raito throws another rock, trying to distract it from the child wearing what looks like a couple of chain links on her chest.
"Oi, schoolgirl," a familiar voice called out ahead of her. It was her again.
"Yaeyume, I'm in university," Raito snapped back to reality, "Do you see me in a uniform?"
A very tall, pale woman with midnight black hair leaps into the lane and in this flash, the monster's sword arm disappears too. She carries a heavy European looking blade. She looks directly at Raito and tells her to run.
"Sorry, it's just, at a certain point, everyone just looks young," Yaeyume grins, "Not 20, not 18, just obviously younger than me."
"You're not old!" Raito insisted, then noticed what the shinigami was carrying, "Are those... frozen dinners?"
"Yeah! Just out getting groceries, not business this time," the taller woman nods.
"Yaeyume, you have to eat real food, not just frozen gyoza!!" Raito fumes.
"This is real food!" came with a frown, “Protein, calories, the uh... other things!”
A human woman somehow sword fights a giant crab monster with ease. It follows a pattern; the masked crab attempts to pick up the sword and she lops off another arm or hand. Their chaos stumbles closer to the girl with the chain. Raito moves in.
"Criticisms aside," Yaeyume sniffed, "Are you coming over for more practice?"
"Yes, but let me cook at least," Raito pleaded, "I'll bring some veggies."
Yaeyume looked almost taken aback, ready to protest, when Raito continues.
"I'll bake something too, we can have dessert," she smiled.
Raito sweeps the child into her arms and keeps running. The fight shouldn't be important but she looks over her shoulder anyway. The sword fighter was drawing down on the monster's mask. She shuts her eyes.
The rain started coming down heavier, and the shinigami flinched. She didn't have an umbrella, just bags full of boxed meals. Raito jogged over.
"Here, let's switch," she offered her umbrella, "You can walk me home."
"If going out of my way means my gyoza thaws, I'm blaming you."
"Just take the umbrella you goofy half-giant!"
"Yes, miss Kotsuzato, of course, miss Kotsuzato" came the mocking servility.
"Who are you?" the dark haired woman demands, "How can you see any of this?"
Raito is at a loss, and merely replies, "R-Raito... Kotsuzato."
"Okay well rule number one, Raito Kotsuzato," she frowns, "If you're a civilian, you run *away* from Hollows, regardless of what's going on."
"This girl was going to be crushed and you didn't even care!" Raito shouts, "I don't know who you think you are--"
"What do you even know about spirits, civilian? Hmm?" she quirks an angry brow, "Sure, she might have been kicked around, but she's not going anywhere until I perform the Soul Funeral."
"Spirits?" Raito looks at the girl with the chain.
"Yeah, the Hollow, her, that," she points at the sword on the ground, "All none of your business."
"Wait, so... I wasn't crazy?" Raito's eyes go wide, "I've been seeing things since--"
"One thing at a time," the tall warrior hits the child with the butt of her sword, "Go peacefully, sweetie."
The girl vanishes before getting to speak, and Raito blanches.
"What did you do?" she looks around.
"One thing a time," the swordswoman repeats, "I'm Yaeyume Chidama. I kill monsters called Hollows, and I help lost spirits get to the afterlife before they turn into Hollows themselves. You're not crazy."
She nods toward the spare sword.
"And there may be an opening if you want to help. I'll tell you more if you do."
The rain starts to pick up, and Raito, processing one thing at a time, wonders when she dropped her umbrella.













