The rain poured heavily, the clouds spliting apart and ripping its guts out all over the floor. Thunder brewed in the dark midnight clouds, washing away all the stains of society.
Urahara laid in the alleyway, his body limp on the ground as even his leg was twisted 180 degrees. The bullet wound in his head fresh.
Tapioca peered over the side of the ledge to really make sure Urahara was dead, or atleast unconscious. "Seems like he ain't moving."
"Thanks Muira." Mavericka picks up the bloody knife off of the ground, sliding it into her back pocket. "They'll be coming shortly to bring you back to prison." Mavericka looked back up at Tapioca.
"I'm not going back." Tapioca, his real name being Muira, had a gun pointed right at her chest.
'Bang!'
The second shot of the night went off, firing at point blank straight into Mavericka. She tumbled to the ground immediately, hitting her head against the wet concrete floor.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
Muira emptied the clip in his gun, firing 3 more bullets into her motionless body. He threw the gun onto the ground as he looked over to the cityscape. For just a second, Tokyo was quiet. Everything was calm.
He reached into his breast pocket, taking our a cellphone. The rain droplets smothered the screen in water. He dialed a number.
"Takeuchi?" He walked towards the edge of the ledge, looking down at Urahara's body.
"You got him?" A man replies on the other side.
"Yeah, I did." He turns to Mavericka. "And I got her too."
"Good, just dispose of her, we'll only be needing Urahara." Takeuchi said on the phone. "I'll be arranging a car to come pick you up in the morning. Until then, stay hidden."
"Understood." Muira ended the call, placing his phone into his pocket. Just as Muira had looked over the ledge one more time at Urahara, he was nowhere to be found.
"Fuck." He looked down at the human shaped pool of blood on the floor and the trail of blood, signifying that Urahara had fled the scene.
"Agh..." Urahara stumbled in the flooding sidewalk, cars blitzing past him and showering him in the drain water.
His hair up to his eyes, drenched with water which weighed his head down even more. His eyes felt as though they were about to pop out of his eyes, a torturing headache pulsating in his brain.
He walked through the rain, stumbling endlessly towards nowhere. "Help..." He mumbled under his breath. Just as he looked upwards, he saw the only store illuminated in the entire block. Instinctively, he started walking towards it.
"Where is this guy?" Camie tapped away at her phone, flipping through contacts until she clicks on Urahara's. She had his contact saved as 'Grumpy Old Man'.
She tapped on the call button and held it to her ear. The phone rung, and rung... and rung... Nobody was there to pick up.
The water starts to pour from outside of the restaurant, catching Galliard's attention. "Rain." He points outside, his eyes glued.
"Yeah." Camie dismisses Galliard as he types a message to Urahara.
'Where are you?'
The message is left on a single tick.
"Shit. He's not replying." As Camie looked back up, he realised Galliard was no longer in his seat. Somehow, while on her phone, she had completely missed the giant hunk of a man leaving the table.
She looked around the restaurant, her eyes jotting back and forth to the blend of faces at the bar and the respective seats. It's quite hard to miss a man that's the size of the restaurant.
She looks out the window only to see two feint figures in the rain.
Galliard stood outside in the rain, his suit being coated in the rain water. Infront of him was a near-deceased Urahara was mere seconds away from fainting.
"Urahara! Galliard!" Camie ran out of the restaurant, grabbing a stranger's umbrella at the entrance.
"Tapioca." Urahara said under his breath before falling into Galliard's arms. Camie ran across the street, meeting both of them on the other side.
"Badly hurt." Galliard points to the gunshot wound through his head.
Camie covers her mouth in shock. "Tapioca?"
"Urahara hybrid, still alive." He looks up only to see a man standing in the middle of the street, the rain disguising him.
Camie looks back up to follow Galliard's eyes. She could barely make out the face of the figure but something makes her feel uneasy. Something that makes her stomach turn and twist into knots.
"Camie. Hold." Galliard's entire demeanor changes, grabbing Urahara by the collar and passing him to Camie. He drops him into her arms, nearly causing her to fall over with the weight of Urahara.
The man looks straight into both of their eyes.
"He's... alive?" Camie holds Urahara and looks at the man.
Muira looks around and sees that the entire restaurant had turned their attention towards the three of them. He takes a deep breath in before putting his hand out towards the entire restaurant.
"Ant eater. Consume." From his jacket sleeve emerged a giant worm-like hose that sucked in the entire building, brick by brick. People, silverware and furniture start getting swallowed whole. Within seconds, the entire building had been ripped cleanly from the ground, all patrons and staff gone with the establishment.
Muira's arm moves in an unnatural way as the hose returns back into his sleeve.
"Muira!" Galliard smashed the ground with his hand and lunged upwards, preparing a downward strike with his whole body onto Muira.
"Beetle. Armor!" A giant shield engulfed Muira from the ground up, consuming the entire impact of the downward slam by Galliard. His eyes had went feral, like that of a gorilla's.
"Argh!" He punches the beetle wings once more, forming a crack in them.
"Armadillo. Coat!" The wings open up, revealing Muira with a coat of armadillo shells on his back and around his arms. He uppercut Galliard, driving his sharp scale-covered arms into his chin. Galliard erupts upwards as his eyes rollback.
"Don't you dare touch him, you traitor!" Camie, with tears in her eyes, had a fist cocked at Muira's face.
Muira immediately turned towards her, raising both of his hands to block the oncoming attack.
A giant sphere, as bright as the sun had formed on the end of her fist, the rain drops around the both of them stopped. The surface of her fist moved so fast and with so much force, the literal water around it had boiled into pure water vapour. The light emitting off of her punch in this split second blinded Muira.
"Atomic Punch!"
As her fist made contact with the scales of Muira, they split apart on the atomic level, scattering into billions and billions of subatomic particles. Her punch didn't break through the shell, it broke through the fabric or space that held them together.
Muira's entire arm vaporised, along with the rain around the both them. For a split second, the air had went dry.
Time reverted back as rain continued falling on the both of them, Camie's fist radiating a mixture of smoke and mistified blood. The skin around her fist had been turned into dust and the blood flow in her hand sprayed out like a mist.
Muira's entire arm had shattered and been vaporised. Unlike Camie or Urahara, he wasn't a hybrid. Whatever limb he lost, he lost forever.
"Hah!" Galliard snuck up from behind, punching Muira on the back, causing his spine to contort unnaturally.
Muira's eye went white as the sheer pain of the situation almost came over him. He slides across the wet street, landing on the other side as both Camie and Galliard looked at him.
"We thought you were dead." Camie shook off the blood from her hand.
"Bad guy." Galliard rubbed his fists together.
Muira picked himself up from the ground, stumbling as he tries to stabilise without an arm. "Don't you miss me?" He raised his right hand, his middle and ring finger behind his thumb, as if he was about to shoot spiderweb from his wrist.
The water around him had accumulated into a small precise tiny bullet on the precipice of his fingers.
"Archer Fish. Shoot." He flicked the water droplet in the air.
"Duck!" Galliard lunged at Camie, tackling her to the ground.
A singular, concentrated and sharp, droplet of water pierced through the sky, ripping through the other water droplets in the air. It tore through Galliard's shoulder, creating a massive hole that tore right through it.
Both of them fall to the ground as Muira looked at them. "It's not nice losing a limb."
"Neither is it to get killed!" Urahara smacked a concrete tile against the back of his head, smashing into dust as his skull cracked upon, falling to the ground.