#central 46

[yoruichis-beautiful-tail]

Man, fuck Central 46

[bleachplease]

Title: Good Gardeners

Part 1.

Part 2 -> link

A much-needed gust of cleansing wind chases away the dark, heavy clouds, allowing shy rays of sunshine to touch the battleground. The dust settles down after the battle, slowly revealing a depressing landscape of pure destruction.

Urahara lowers his head, discreetly watching the victor who walks away in silence, turning his back to him, and to the cross-shaped seal containing the ultimate loser.

“That boy…,” Kisuke thinks to himself, not without a pang of concern. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, haven’t you, Kurosaki-san?”

The potential of this boy is simply astonishing; he has already broken the boundaries between possible and impossible twice. Come to think of it, in just one day Kurosaki Ichigo managed to achieve more than the whole Gotei 13 had in the last one hundred years.

And so the war is finally over.

Aizen is securely sealed away, and Ichigo will soon lose his shinigami powers. The status quo of the three realms seems stable, for now. However, there's this tiny little detail that still worries Urahara.

It's Ichigo's sad and somewhat absent gaze. Also the way he separates himself from Kisuke, from the Stealth Force members, and Head Captain Yamamoto, who came to collect the seal.

And another thing. There is also Kurosaki's question: “Did Hōgyoku really reject Aizen?”

It is almost as if Ichigo finally realizes that not everything he hears is true, but also as if the boy has developed a certain sentiment that was not there before. A compassion for the fallen enemy, perhaps?

If so, the question is – would Ichigo himself become a part of the problem one day? The kind of problem that Urahara used to keep under lock and key, buried deep in the Maggot's Nest.

Kisuke brushes that thought away as soon as it crosses his ever-working mind. If he is about to think like that, he will need to lock himself up in the first place. After all, he and Aizen have a lot in common. If not for Yoruichi's friendship and moral guidance, Kisuke could have ended up just like Aizen – putting his own ambitions and worldview above everyone else.

“So, how is our hero doing?” A familiar, confident voice pops up seemingly out of nowhere, accompanied by the lively, electrifying reiatsu showing up right behind him.

“Ah, you think too highly of me! I didn't do all that much,” Urahara laughs awkwardly, waving his hand and putting a carefree expression to his face. “I merely assisted with the sealing Kidō, that's all.”

“I meant Ichigo, smartass!” Yoruichi hisses right into his ear, giving him chills. “Seriously, though. He looks awfully blue for a guy who just saved the world.” She suddenly grows solemn. “What exactly happened here, Kisuke?”

He does his best not to sigh, as if it may betray too much of his own doubts about Ichigo's mental state.

“He will be fine.”

“You sure about it?” she quietly calls out the lie. “I can feel his spiritual pressure disappearing slowly.”

Kisuke thinks about the answer which he hopes he is right about.

“His powers do not define him. Even when he loses them, he will still have his friends. He can live a normal life – a human life. He is going to be just fine.”

Yoruichi looks at him, trying to find his eyes but for some reason he avoids her gaze. He wants to believe his own words, but the truth is, he is not so sure anymore.

“You did right, Kisuke,” she tells him, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “It was the right thing to do, training him, helping him to become who he was meant to be. He won't blame you for it.”

Urahara says nothing for quite some time, absentmindedly staring at the orange-haired boy who sits still on a solitary rock in the middle of what's left of the landscape.

“Yoruichi-san, I have a request,” he makes it sound like it's nothing special. “Let's stay in the World of the Living. I don't really want to be back at Soul Society just yet.”

“Yeah,” she grins. “Me neither.”

-#-

In the center of the golden circle of light sits a man strapped to a high-back chair by dozens of restraints. His body is covered in black straps from head to toe. He looks rather small for a self-proclaimed god, especially from up here.

Her seat is in the upper row, giving her an almost bird's-eye view of the courtroom. The powerful beam of bright, blinding light is focused on the defendant down below, leaving her and the rest of the Central 46 members under the cover of comforting darkness.

She remembers with uncanny detail the first time she sat here – in her father's chair. She was nervous, rightfully so, wriggling awkwardly on the uncomfortable, wooden surface. The impossibly tall walls and high ceiling of the Underground Assembly Hall seemed so intimidating to her back then.

She remembers how unbearable it felt for her to even be there, sitting in the same room, in the very chair where her father had been murdered. She couldn't even concentrate on the case and the voting. All she could think about was blood – her father's blood – the sticky red stains on that cursed chair, on the desk, on the shiny marble floor beneath her feet. Her hands were trembling, her stomach turning in revulsion. She vividly remembers the sickening sensation.

It was four months ago.

Now, when she recalls that day, she can see how shamefully weak and pathetic she was. It shouldn't have been fear she felt in that chair – it should have been rage, justified anger. Because the truth is, justice itself was spat upon by the criminal scum who dared to place himself above the law.

Yet, only four months later, here she is – sitting in her father's place in the central court hall, while below, in the circle of light sits this man – the one who murdered her beloved father.

She wants to take a good look at him – at the monster who slaughtered forty-six innocent souls in cold blood in this hall. She observes his calm, collected behavior and she can't believe it. He acts as if he's the one judging them, and not the other way around.

He even dares to smirk. The audacity of it. She can see his smug expression as clear as day from above. There is no fear in him, no remorse. The whole courtroom goes wild as he mocks them with his arrogant words for the last time, right before his mouth and eyes are sealed.

He is sentenced to 20,000 years in isolation, in the lowest level of the underground prison for extremely dangerous individuals. From behind the paper screen with her given number, Sakamoto Kana watches the Stealth Force agents taking away the traitor.

She clutches the desk with both hands, pressing so hard that her knuckles turn white.

“20,000 years in prison? That has to be a joke,” she hisses under her breath, letting out the bottled-up spite.

This whole trial is but a bad joke. This man deserves to die. And if they have no means to kill him at this moment, they should be working on developing them.

If there is any justice in the Soul Society at all, a heartless monster like Aizen Sōsuke should not be left alive!

-#-

The teeth of a handsaw tear through the flesh with ease, cutting straight to the bone. The subject's white ribs offer some resistance but with just a little more pressure, they too give way, allowing easy access to the innards.

A white hand reaches into the opened ribcage and pulls out a purple organ with a wet, splashing sound.

The liver of an Arrancar.

The scientist holds the organ in his bloodstained hand, examining it with his curious, yellow eyes. He smells it, then quickly turns his face with displeasure.

“Nemu!” he calls to his assistant. “Bring me a scale!”

The woman quickly prepares the equipment, letting him wait for just a second. This second alone is enough to trigger a hateful gaze in her direction.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi is a busy man, and he has trained the stupid, useless girl better than to make him wait.

“Could you be any slower?”

“I'm sorry, sir,” she lowers her head in an apologetic, obedient bow. “I'll work on improving my reaction time.”

“You better…,” Mayuri mumbles under his breath but he is too thrilled with his research on the Arrancar species to be bothered with punishing this sloppy Lieutenant of his right now.

His little trip to the World of Hollows turned out to be very rewarding as he obtained not one, but four dead bodies to experiment on. He got to test his superhuman drug. And if that wasn't already exciting enough, he also put one cocky scientist-wannabe in his place by proving him wrong, and running him through with a sword to his silly heart.

A delightful excursion indeed, but now it is time to work.

He places the dead Arrancar's liver on the scale and orders Nemu to fill the database with this new chunk of knowledge.

All of a sudden, there is a sound of tiny bells ringing amid the hum of the lab equipment. A black butterfly appears out of nowhere, gracefully flapping its small wings just to land on Nemu's right shoulder.

“Sir, a hell butterfly with an announcement for all captains and lieutenants,” she informs him, after receiving the message.

“Do you think I care?” he scolds her. “We have more important things to do than yet another captains' meeting!”

“But sir,” she insists, which makes Mayuri furious. He is about to snarl at Nemu for her stubbornness and hit her across the stupid face to teach her a lesson, when… “Central 46 announced their verdict in Aizen Sōsuke’s trial.”

Mayuri halts, his white, blood-stained hand still in the air.

“Well?”

“The former Captain of the Fifth Division was found guilty of a crime of high treason, murder of members of Central 46, assault on many ranked shinigami, and conducting illegal hollowfication experiments. He is sentenced to 20,000 years in Muken for his crimes.”

“Muken?” The scientist narrows his eyes as a cold, vindictive kind of anger twists his already scary features. “What a waste…”

Nemu simply nods, and the hell butterfly disappears from her shoulder. “I'm so sorry, sir. It looks like Central 46 did not consider your request to hand him over to the Research and Development Institute as an asset for your research.”

Mayuri grits his teeth. “They have no idea what they're doing. Such imbeciles they are…”

He turns away from Nemu, shoving both his hands into the pockets of his labcoat, smearing the white fabric with red.

He feels personally insulted by the senseless verdict, he knows he stated very clearly in his report that Aizen's vast amount of spiritual pressure is basically a perpetuum mobile, since the man cannot die, and it could be used to charge so many of his inventions. Not to mention that Gotei 13 could weaponize this power for themselves, instead of locking the source of it away, down where it cannot be used. What an inconvenience.

Fused with the Hōgyoku, Aizen is practically a new species – he should be studied! He should be laying here on Mayuri's dissection table, being cut open, limbs ripped apart, skin and meat stripped away to the bone until everything about him is known, measured, scientifically tested, and finally added to the database!

Mayuri would give away his right arm for a chance to get the infamous wish-granting orb for himself. The things he could create if he had it… But the moronic decision is made instead, and now, all that research material goes to waste in the dark depths of Muken!

Thankfully, Mayuri Kurotsuchi is a resourceful man.

Being the one responsible for developing and producing the restraining system for Aizen's trial, Mayuri made sure to implant a microscopic transmitter into the bindings. Thanks to that handy device, he should be getting constant readings on Aizen's reiatsu level. Any change, any anomaly or divergence will be noticed. And Mayuri will be prepared.

It's not much, but data is data – and it is always better than no knowledge at all.

He turns back to the table with his current specimen.

Without bold, forward-thinking individuals like himself, the seed of progress would never be planted into the hard, frozen soil that is Soul Society. That much is clear.

“Nemu, hand me a scalpel.”

“Yes, sir!”

Part 2 -> link

[myrottingbrain]

captain commander let us hit the crowd screams in unison

[fanfictions-i-cant-write]

This was a dream, so it's not entirely fleshed out or anything, but it's Probably time travel AU, where Aizen and Ichigo are married or in a relationship, and Ichigo decides to be a housewife/husband because he deserves a break!

So Ichigo calls Aizen during a Captain's meeting, and Aizen dutifully declines the call because he's in a captain meeting. Ichigo calls again and again and again, slowly driving everyone insane until Yamamoto allows Aizen to pick up the phone.

Now, Ichigo is incredibly good at breaking Aizen’s composure and forcing the truth out of him because otherwise, he probably wouldn't be in a relationship with the guy. So Aizen picks up the phone, and it pretty quickly becomes an argument which ends with Aizen saying to the effect of: fuck you.

Ichigo responds loud enough for all the Captains in the room to hear: Okay! Eight o'clock?

Aizen said, still sounding rather angry: sounds good.

Only after the phone is hung up Aizen remembers the twelve other Captains in this meeting looking vaguely disturbed.

[epraim1992]

Kido Corps

Central 46 has the Onmitsukidō, Kido Corps and Gotei 13 under it's command to enforce their rulings but it seems like they all used to their own organizations.

We know Genryusai founded the Gotei 13 a thousand years ago.

The Shihoins have served as the Supreme Comander for generations. I think they probably founded it as well.

Then there is the Kido Corps who is the most secretive.

I feel like Kirinji has some ties with them see he is the creator of Kaido which is healing kido.

With Kido being the Shinigami magic system and the reveal of Wing Bind and Soul Society West Branch who mainly rely on magic and the anime expanding the story along with the Hell Arc I hope we get more info on the Kido Corps.

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Do you think each time the new Central 46 starts acting up, Kyoraku goes like: "Well... We could always apply the Aizen Method™ if you have problems with what I'm asking you..."

?????

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

In the matters of crossover...

Soul Society does not understand diplomacy. They are 'supreme', absolute, greedy control freaks, and 'holders of balance' or that crap. They lack rivals and others group to keep them in line.

Many group/organizations/goverments in other shows/animes/series/movies like the Wizard World (both other coutries and families), Vongola, Amestris or even Konoha and Asoiaf has 'other factions' that aren't enemies. They cannot simply do whatever thay please. Soul Society would never let another Spiritual Faction exist outside their control (even if are peaceful doing nothing bad), they would refuse to be 'allies', would demand the other faction to bow or betray them. If they ever 'ally' with an group of another anime/show, they would demand them to be subordinades to Seireitei, obey everything they say and be killed once their usefulness run out. Arrogant at the point of foolishness.

Many 'crossovers' would end up with Soul Society getting in so much trouble because they refuse to talk to solve problem and follow laws and respect the local rulers and leaders, wrongly believing they have authority and jurisdiction over everything and everyone.

The Moral Myopia also. No loyality, no trust, no partnership, nothing. No one would ever want to help them or ally with them, they would try to 'arrest/execute' someone they think is 'different', Ichigo should have noped out of here fast.

Fix-Its with most fandons has politics and talking involved, Bleach ones are about destroying Seireitei cuz Soul Society are a Butch of Motherfuckers.

See Game of Throne for exemple, you have to be careful with no only your enemies, but your allies and subordinades too. Two of Robb Stark's greatest fuck ups are Rickard Karstark (subordinade Lord) and Freys (allies), the Lannisters too (Selmy, the Faith and Tyrion), also which decisions you make and how they affect the other groups (Ned Stark's execution was a reckless foolish action and even Tywin knows it), its so fucking easy to switch sides, your enemies may be more sensible and willing to listen to ours wishes, don't you think so?

This whole 'we have an common enemy' and 'you will help us or else' would never work on many characters like it did on Ichigo and his friends.

No one is going to obey/ally with you if they get nothing in turn/are treated badly/you attempt to make them subordinades instead of allies or something similar. Their attitude towards the Vizards, Bounts, Humans in general or anyone powerful and outside their control tell us an lot. In an crossover, they would attempt to kidnap, interrogate, steal, experiment and murder innocent people with no reason whatsover or commit fucking genocide against societies they consider threats. They did nothing to deserve loyality, refusing to help those who sacrificed so much for them, declaring they own people traitors out of blue (Rukia, Hitsugaya in Diamond Rebellion, fucking Orihime when she got kidnapped) and threatening Ichigo and his friends's often. (Poor Uryu)

I also kinda love the idea where the Hero (an minor, a fucking kid) that has his whole life planned for him to involve himself in an secret world and fight wars that are not his, to put his friend and family in danger for an butch of ungratefull assholes and there is an crossover where said Hero meets people from another Fandom and when the plot starts, he looks the group that wants him to fight for them (and he knows them for like...an hour) dead in the eyes and is like 'lol, nope fuckers, #notmywar, I have better shit to do'.

Its also easier to deal with them. A centralized power that have charisma of lettuce juice (Rukongai would turn against them if given chance), the 'smallfolk' of Soul Society hate then and the Shinigami didn't even try to make some propaganda (like nobles in medieval era giving the rest of the food from feasts so when a rebellion hist, the people would be more willing to hid/help them). Horizontal leadership is more difficult to deal with, independant factions even more.

So yeah, villains like Konoha or Amestris would be far more diffucult to deal with

[bleachbleachbleach]

Congrats on the anniversary! For the question I'd like to know your thoughts on what the TVs in Seireitei. What was the sales pitch Mayuri gave for them (because let's face it he developed it for the Seireitei and he would have had to show everyone how they worked) and do you think Rukongai residents in the higher districts have them?

I agree with you that Mayuri probably developed TVs for the Seireitei, but I think he probably developed them for nefarious purposes. Most likely, Mayuri’s sales pitch was about closed-circuit television (CCTV) for video surveillance, and not for communication or entertainment. Seireitei governing bodies were very on-board with this. However, you know who took it to the next level and introduced entertainment programming? That would definitely be Urahara, expert on the Living World and shrewd businessman. Mayuri is probably furious that Urahara co-opted his CCTV for something as frivolous as a primetime block. What’s more reality TV than spying on people??

When I think of the kind of technology that Mayuri is fond of, it’s all very… fleshy. The blob TV that Hitsugaya and Matsumoto install in Orhime’s apartment comes to mind. 

[Chapter 238]

Rather than plugging into an electrical outlet, I think blob TVs probably need a more organic source of power and need to be fed food in order to stay alive and work. Since they need food, this probably excludes all but the very privileged and rich from keeping televisions. Maybe once in awhile for a big occasion, residents of the better off Rukongai districts can band together to buy a blob TV. Maybe they can keep it fed for a week, or however long it’s needed for festivities, but then they let it die off. Otherwise, TVs are mostly found in the Seireitei kept by rich and noble families, who can afford to keep blob TVs permanently installed.

But the burning question is, what does the TV lineup look like? What does Urahara consider peak programming worthy of being brought over to Soul Society? Look no further than SOUL SOCIETY TV.

Let’s be real, the majority of what’s being broadcasted over the airwaves is just CSPAN and local access TV. But then there’s an incident with the Central 46, which leaves a long block of... dead air.

Yumichika also has a very short PSA segment called “The More You Know.” Much like one of his columns in the Seireitei Communications, this show can be a bit of a mixed bag. Sometimes it’s legitimately good advice, like skin care hacks, reminders to file reports during tax season, or updates on what looks are in this season. Other times, “The More You Know” is just unbelievably wild rumors or misinformation about certain people and places. Sometimes the gossip contains grains of truth, but just as often they’re completely made up. Don’t cross Yumichika, or you may end up on this segment.

The crowning jewel of Soul SocietyTV is their version of House Hunters. The show has transcended international borders, and is now interdimensional. Rest assured, the format remains the same in this incarnation of the show, and the housing options as well as the prospective buyer wishlists remain just as baffling.

I think the Kuchiki quest looks like some kind of cephalopod, so I made this like 7 months ago. We had no earthly reason to use it and so never did, but I think this post is as close to one as we're going to get! Disclaimer: I have never actually seen Squid Game, just osmosed it.