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SCP- 00 

Classification: O5-8 - The Multiple 

- Runs [REDACTED] businesses around the world. Some say he runs the finance department with an iron grip. Cannot be proven if this is true 

- Cut budget funds to the Ethics Committee few times apparently because of some petty reason, but cannot be proven if this is true  

- Can confirm he is rich 

- Often said to be a mediator in voting but might a lie per O5-4. They have a [REDACTED] kink 

- Might potentially work on the legal side of the foundation. Not confirm 

Description File: The Multiple is said "used to be a human" that travelled across many dimensions. A researcher at site [REDACTED]. Something went wrong during a testing, He split into Multiple. There’s never confirmation of how many in total. Believed some are hidden away in different dimensions. 

His words are usually half truths, half lies. Not sure if that sob story was a lie, cannot confirm if someone with their name is lives in this dimension. Cannot prove this. 

They are him and He is them. Unable to confirm if “Ichigo” is the main body, he seems to be the leader of them. Most look about the same except for two who take on a different appearance than how “Ichigo” looks. 

Every now and then, the main consciousness seems to make an appearance when speaking. When such an event happens depending on which one they speak through, their eye flashes light gold while doing so. Though “Ichigo” can do the same thing speaking through others. Because of this many deduce that “Ichigo” is the main consciousness but that is still being debated. Being debated since there’s difference in mannerism but per O5-5 it would be an act he puts to mess with others. 

Most said they never seem to eat anything. Cannot be proven, they switch their pattern of speech depending on the topic. Using ‘I’ and ‘We’, most are speculating if all of them are the main consciousness just in a separated body. Yet sometimes they act very differently from each other and fight amongst themselves. So it is hard to determine how exactly those arguments goes. 

Strangely enough some of them have monster like appearances but they never allowed anyone to get close to get a good look. Though one is known to escape their big home to go out and explore. When escaping, immediately report to O5-4 and O5-5 before dispatching MTF a-1. Not allowed to touch or do any type of testing on them. Least you never want to be found again. 

There seem to be two who hold the guard position for “Ichigo”. They carry two katanas, one pure black and one pure white. Both look the same just like the colour of their wielders but have never shown their face because of the weird mask they always wear. 

Addendum #1: Never try to force them off or spy on The Multiple. Lost an arm and leg from that motherfucker. The “Ichigo” has great skills wielding the blades like an extension of their body. Like they are the blade. There are said to be two more blades but haven’t seen it because it is hidden from me. 

- Dr Kisuke 

Addendum #2: It is because you are an untrustworthy son of a bitch. You did bring us here, but we were doing well before that. Ichigo hates it when you try to stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Now stop stalking him before he pulls your funds again 

- Dr Sosuke 

Addendum #3: You say that yet you do exactly the same thing. Like right now you dipshit. Though I was going to say, “Ichigo” is known to have crazy luck. Not controlled but to some extent it is. 

- Dr Kisuke 

Description File #2: The Multiple is about to separated into 3 types 

Orange hair the majority; normal looking man/child/teen. Strangely only this version has the teenager age. Despite looking young, these childrens are stronger than most and are able to do things that normal children aren’t. Very skilled in the art of blade as well. Also most of them also wear their hair long, and doesn't like when people other than themselves touching their hair.

White hair; eyes are icy gold with black sclera and deathly pale skin. There seems to be only a few of them but cannot truly determine the exact amount. Their speed is incredible and they are seen to be able to release some power attack that is able to level a whole city and more. “Cero” was its name. They are able to detect people easily like bloodhounds 

Addendum #4: You know if Ichigo ever saw this, he would kill you for calling them that. Maybe you are a masochist who just wants to get beat by him. 

- Dr Sosuke

Addendum #5: Shuddaup, you are just jealous you aren’t as close as we are. Side note: I only learned about Cero when he got pissed off. Talk about no humour. 

- Dr Kisuke 

Black hair; Can confirm there is only 3 of them. One long black hair that looks exactly like “Ichigo” with red eyes. One is an older gentleman that looked completely different from the rest, last one is a younger version of that man. 

They are the ones “Ichigo” Trust to handle his businesses. Some of them are definitely illegal but cannot be proven. It is also said that The Multiple is great friends with The American so, one can only assume. 

Anomalous File: As said before when the eyes glow pale gold, the main consciousness is speaking unless its a rush as said before. They have crazy enhanced movements, the white ones are the kings of that. Is known to be able to wield all manner of blades, guns and hand to hand combat. They all seem to have different types of fighting style but “Ichigo” is the only one who is consistent with it. 

They are a reality warper but it is also hard to prove so it’s better to just say no they aren’t. 

Addendum #6: For a small brain man like you. He is the Law, he is able to convert what he says into a law built into the fabric of reality. But I would be lying, it is up to interpretation if there’s a law that he doesn’t want you to know he is a reality warper. Then one can never be able to prove it. 

- Dr Sosuke 

File #2: Not proven yet, but it is believed that they are able to communicate telepathically by the way they seem to look amused within themselves at certain points. Or the random snickering, or maybe they are just crazy. 

Another Fun Fact, they may be able to teleport when they ask someone to open the door for them. As if you are opening the passage for them to be at certain locations. It’s very creepy when a child starts asking you to open the door. 

File #3: They are also the only ones who are able to create a dead seal. Sounds weird no? Yes because it is. A seal is not the animal we are talking about. It's the one where you put people in a suspended time or something- Also meaning the only way to break the seal is to revive the person who was used to create but because reviving people is more difficult than killing people. No one has been able to break through one.

It is said that “Ichigo” threw the main body with a dead seal into a black hole forever to remain there so they can never be killed because they must all be killed together at the same time otherwise they will never die!

This might be speculation as well, but it is believed that some of them may have intimate relationship amongst themselves. Kinda narcissistic, sweet home Alabama woo. Cannot be proven false or true. We leave this to the audience to discuss. 

Addendum #7: Dr. Kisuke sure has an active imagination. It's good to be young isn't it? Please come by my office when you see this, I would love to discuss your report on the project you been looking to get funded on. Stop using foundation funds to make up stories. This is not what the site budget is for. Office. Now.

- Dr Kurosaki 

Kisuke has logged off.

P.s.a coward Dr  Kisuke 

Sosuke has logged off.

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SCP - ???

Classification: O5-5 - The Exiled 

-The head department researcher for sites [REDACTED] 

-Tends to move around depends on what he is up to and play pretend researcher 

-A liar, crooked man. Some claim that he is the one who created SCP-783. Wouldn't be further from the truth 

-Been around long enough to see a few cataclysms, claims he survived on a raft. Not confirmed 

-Would know potentially who the Administrator is. Would also be the first O5-1. Not confirmed 

-Has a hand on the Ethics Committee, maybe that's why their funds get pulled 

-Hides in plain sight, most doesn't even know he is part of the O5 Council or Ethics Committee. 

-Always uses puppets to attend meetings so unless you know, you don't.

Description File: A middle aged Caucasian looking man. Though it would not have asian roots in there somewhere. His usual wear is a dark green samue with a researcher's coat over it. There had been claims that he had been wearing Japanese clogs around some sites. That is a violation of the safety rules. Will receive a write up soon - cut his funds. 

Has been known to run the development department when it comes to the technology that the foundation uses. 

Addendum #1: Despite being a crafty person. His research and development in the Foundation technological department is quite impressive. Maybe we should stick him to that instead of being able to butt into other research departments. Like the pain in the ass that he is. 

- Dr Kurosaki

Addendum #2: Indeed, his ability to create things ahead of his time is definitely related to where he came from. I would love to be able to make the man speak about it. 

- Dr Sosuke

File #2: As said, the man is very tight lip about where he originated. So far we can gather that he is from an advanced society. Yet we cannot find any records on them from the Foundation historical records. 

We deduced that such a society is able to extend their lives to an unknown while keeping them looking suspended in time. As well as able to create technology ahead of its time if it had existed in this reality which is hard to confirm. Then we do know that the man was exiled from that society to never return. Perhaps he is keeping a tight lip so no one can visit there and gain something they shouldn't. 

Addendum #3: A sentimental fool for believing he can hide it. The Pandora Box will open one day. 

- Dr Sosuke 

Though it is said he is able to give accurate accounts of few important events in history. Perhaps too many details that would potentially link him to being there for them. 

But the man is known to be able to make up lies about the devil in the details so not proven yet. Still looking into the details as of now. 

Is also known to go off on his own every few hundred years. To become a pain in the ass for the Foundation, such as joining the Chaos Insurgency, Xcution Group, Sternritters and what not. When such cases happen, Foundation personnel are to let him be as it is known the man never gives important details away. 

Addendum #4: It gives me a good reason to go beat his ass without any precaution. We love moments like this, I honestly wished he did it more often. We develop a new torture method. We thought since the man can regenerate and mend body parts. It would be good to skin and fillet him. Then hang him outside to sun dry, we are good at stuff like this. 

- Dr Kurosaki 

Addendum #5: With that threat looming over him and knowing you would definitely do it. I highly doubt the man would try his sketchy shit for a long while. Also are you sure you aren't in the interrogation department Dr Kurosaki 

- Dr Sosuke 

Addendum #6: We will be denying all claims about us from here on out. Please keep your terrible hypothesis to yourself Dr Sosuke 

- Dr Kurosaki 

Unless the man gives out any Foundation secrets. He will not be imprisoned in any type of way that would limit him. It's known that if put in acid or position where he is being continuously killed it will only hinder and slow him down. This DOESN'T stop him, know the difference. 

No method had been figured out on how to truly kill the man because of his unkillable nature. For now that is. All testing on that is suspended at the moment. 

Anomalous File: As said before, the man is hard to kill. Have great regeneration abilities that depending on what is done to his body may vary in speed in regenerating. 

As far as most concerned he is not a reality warper.

Repeat Not A Reality Warper. 

Though there's something weird that hasn't been explained. The man is confused himself as well. That is the man is able to manifest in places where there are groups of people exploring unknown territories. Like cave diving or different dimensions where they sent MTF to explore. It is unknown how but it just happens. Though it brings many good stories, there's still ongoing testing on that. 

Repeat Not A Reality Warper 

He has been connected/related in some way to 3 different specific SCP. 

The Wanderer's Library 

SCP - 4001

SCP - 4246

Never been giving a definite answer about them, but the man knows too much but speaks too little. It is known that the Library actively seeks the man from time to time. There were few recordings between his conversations and the Serpent. Only level clearance 5 are allowed access to them. Though his connection to them has never been explored. Reports are submitted for approval and they came back [REDACTED]

He does carry a few anomalies on him though they have been hard to pin point. The woman named Benihime, perhaps his cane, clothes? hat? [REDACTED] No testing done at this time

Addendum #7: Last time you told me to not use Foundation Funds to spread gossip and now you are doing it?

- Dr Kisuke

Addendum #8: I got an interesting quote from your dairy 

All I want is to punch Sosuke in the balls. Just once. I will disagree with anything he says, will side with anyone who is against him, and will punch him in the balls. 

Whoever gets here first can take this diary. 

Sosuke has log off 

Kisuke had log off 

Addendum #9: These two are known for bantering for the sake of bantering. As they are bored most of the times, but everyone knows that they love each other deep in their hearts….sexually 

- Dr Kurosaki

Kurosaki has log off

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SCP - 00002

Classification: O5-4 - The False God 

- Said to be coming from 4 dimensions above where the Foundation stands, what is seen is not the real body of such being

- Is the Legal department head, works closely with governments. Understandable because everyone knows he already sold his soul to the devil

- Cannot confirm if he is rich like he claims to be 

- Need to stay in his lane and stop disagreeing for the sake of disagreeing with the development head

- Needs to stop sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong 

- Apparently he always has a plan and a back up plan and another back up plan. Claims to already see the future - inconclusive

- Might have dealings with the mob - inconclusive 

- Will disagree and banter with The Exiled for the sake of disagreeing and bantering.

- Though sometimes he is disagreeing with both, The Multiple and The Exiled just to feel superior. A total asshole 

Description File: The being appears as a humanoid man between the age of 25-30 years old. With curly brown hair that is often down unless in meetings where it is pulled back with one stubborn strand hanging down the middle, to quote ‘Show my true side’. But he might just be having too much of an ego, out of everyone he is the one who tends to show off the most. His eyes are a brown color when it’s normal but when he acts up they tend to turn a dark purple sclera with pure white pupils. There’s also a third eye on his forehead that is usually closed. 

Even when opened it doesn’t seem to follow any movement. No testing has been done at the moment. 

Has a god complex, as he thinks he is above everyone but there’s no way that dude is a god like he claims to be. If he was then what was he doing here, though there’s a recorded incident where he went through testing of meeting SCP - 343. The meeting was [REDACTED] There was an incident [DATA EXPUNGED] during the meeting. Future testing has been suspended. 

Addendum #1: That would probably be the first and last time anyone will be doing any experiment on them. I feel like such an incident happened because he was too egotistical. It’s such a shame, we would have gathered more valuable information. Though it would also be because Dr Kisuke was the lead researcher on that one. Seems like he had it coming.

- Dr Kurosaki 

Addendum #2: Well we all knew he had an ego the size of pangea, but he did not have to do that. I would have advanced so much with the information but noooooo he just had to be an ass about it. Now I have a record on my transcript and a certain two O5’s won’t remove it because for some reason they suddenly handle that now. 

- Dr Kisuke 

Addendum #3: Maybe it’s a good thing for you to have such a record. Your experiments cost 2 years of Foundation budget in one month. Besides, aren't you supposed to be sticking to the Development department anyways. Stop leaving your station Dr Kisuke. 

- Dr Kurosaki 

File #2: The man is portrayed as kind, hard working and charming. Has a twisted side to him since those SCP that had been previously under his care would scream at the sight of the man. Though they do shut up quickly as if told to shut up or you will die. Because he is a reality warper most incidents like this tend to be overlooked. Submitted request for testing on that pending approval. Status [REDACTED] 

There have been talks around sites that the man has dealings with local mobs and gangs. Though this cannot be proven at the moment. However with his track record it wouldn’t be further from the truth. The man seems to be very good at covering his tracks and can be known to be very manipulative. 

His words are never to be trusted and it is also warned to new intern researchers to accept his help with caution. As the man is known to have a give and take type of habit. 

Addendum #4: A fucking bad habit, fucking sucks. You accept help one time and suddenly you owe him 4 fucking favors. He had been holding out on them just to be an ass to use them when I'm going to be busy. A real son of a bitch! But but but I will admit he is smart ... .this time. Because he got me. 

- Dr Kisuke 

Addendum #5: You are just jealous because he got to you first. Whatever kind of race you guys had. You know what they say, if you are going to be an asshole might as well be it with all your heart. Honestly, stop flirting at work, it’s unsightly. 

- Dr Kurosaki 

Anomalous File: Like said before, he is a reality warper. Not even Alto Clef is able to truly gauge how powerful he is at it. If it’s ever proven he is a being few dimensions ahead of the Foundation, he would be locked in for a long questioning. Though despite the claims and the ego the size of pangea. He has been known to use illusion type of reality warp though it is not proven. Only one thing has been truly confirmed. The man is able to appear at various places at once. 

Other than that there are rarely sights of his powers being used. He claims to know everyone’s fate except for The Multiple as he claims The Multiple reality warp type counters him quite hard. But as said before it is never proven that The Multiple is able to reality warp. So that claim is easily dismissed and he is just not powerful enough to claim he is akin to a god. 

He is known to be able to summon a spear when needing to go close combat and seems to easily get aroused by such a spear calling it lovingly Kyouka Suigetsu everytime the damn thing appears. It is honestly disgusting to see. He is known to be associated with a certain SCP that had given the Foundation trouble for centuries. 

SCP - 90 Kurohitsugi Hogyoku 

Claims that he is the one who made it and it does seem to listen to his demands sometimes. Such SCP that has the Foundation set aside a big budget to contain it. Because the damn thing won’t stop eroding at the walls of its containment cell. It had The Multiple want to crawl up the walls and rip his hair out whenever the request for neutralization of such SCP is denied every time. 

Addendum #6: It’s because somehow there’s always 2 votes off. I wonder why….certain people just don’t care enough for their research I believed. Tsk

- Dr Kurosaki 

Last fun fact…apparently there are very true rumours that the man is quite a slut. There’s many claims they had slept with the man and some even had proof of it. Can be proven- 

Addendum #7: Dear Diary, today I had a wet dream about The Multiple again, when I woke up somehow they were in the room already-

Kisuke has log off 

Sosuke has log off 

Kurosaki has log off 

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Steps echoed in the hallway, everytime they took one more step. There seems to be more joining them. Any one would be afraid to hear the owner of these steps coming. Yet they were not, because the group behind these steps often are hard to please. Yet upheld justice, and never hurt them as long as they are in this room. No one in this room would ever hurt anyone because of the set up. And the agreement. They stop at the door before it is pushed open, the figures while at the door way they cannot see their face. That was one of the set up of this room, everyone has their own door and no one ever sees each other’s faces. Shadowed by the powers of this room.

But they could tell the figure had long down their back, followed by two more that had the exact build and length of the long hair. Their presence demanded attention and it was hard to turn away from such overwhelming figures. The taunting swords hang on their side, even though it was agreed upon that no weapon would ever enter this room. They still did, after all why would they be guards without weapons. Even if this room’s doors would not open to uninvited outsiders, they do not seem to care. They never did, no one ever did because they themselves brought their own weapons as well. 

The figure takes a seat at their assigned seat, both guards standing behind him tall and imposing, hands behind their back. But they knew if anyone dared to act, they would be cut down within seconds because the guards were inhumane with their speed. They hear the click of the lighter and then smell a thick minty smell hit them. Of course when did the man ever not smoke? 

“Better start speaking O5-5, and it better be important because I did not fly in over night just to hear useless news.” The voice was velvety and smooth but it held an icy edge to it. Anyone with half a brain could tell that the man was glaring at the O5 who called this important inevitable meeting. Most of the council tend to set up shop in different places that are hard to reach and someone like O5-8 who runs the Business and Finance department of the Foundation, is more often than not in meetings in different countries. Running such a department was never an easy walk in the park. 

So to call him back from across the world with such short notice. 

Would be a death sentence, especially if they knew he had an important meeting to be. There was a big merger that the man was supposed to be in yet he had to ask for the president to stand in because of the urgent call. Then he also ran his own businesses on the side so of course the man was busy. Never a day where he isn’t working. 

They hear a fan snap open with a soft laugh, they can almost hear a pin drop. They had expected for O5-8 to make a move yet he didn't, which wasn’t unexpected but that just means something is bound to happen later. “Don’t make that face Multiple, I’m sure you will love to hear this. They have found the Sounds of Providence.” When he didn’t receive an answer for that, he sighs loudly. They have no humour and no excitement, “I meant the Thunder Hearing People. We have been looking for a long time. We finally found the rift to their hidden tomb.” A few murmurs were heard but no one really spoke up. Honestly did they really forget about this, oh wait that was the old generation of the O5 before they were replaced. 

He claps his hands and everyone gets handed a folder with all the information about the Sounds of Providence. When they finally finished reading through the folders, most of them were asking questions with barely concealed excitement. Their goal was closed by, it was the thing they had been long waiting for. If only O5-4 and O5-8 would show a little bit more excitement. He hears growling sounds from O5-8’s direction. He will take it better than nothing, then looking over at O5-4’s, to others this room was indeed used to conceal their appearance but it does not affect his puppet. O5-4 meets his eyes and he sees the barely up tilt of his lips. Seemed like he approved. 

O5-5 snaps his fingers bringing silence and attention back to him. “I need a vote.” They all knew the meaning behind those words. It was a unanimous decision, thank God because he had thought The Multiple would start trolling him. Though he wonders when he is going to start on their revenge. Because while he does agree with this, O5-5 knew better. They had known each other for too long. Such bad luck. “Very well, everyone’s dismissed. I will make sure this will be handled with care.” 

Just as everyone was about to adjourn when O5-1 raised their hand. “Do you need the help of MTF Alpha-1?” He hears a few clicks from one of the O5 members but he cannot truly tell which one it was. “No, just make sure this is kept under wraps. The Ethics Committee can not know this. When I truly need them, I will send a memo. And make this sound as unimportant as you can so no one gets in my way.” O5-1 makes a noise of agreement before he leaves. O5-6 comes over, he can see the excitement on the young man’s face. 

Young man? A what a joke the man is 2 centuries old and the one with more authority than the USA president. “I will dispatch some of the secret service under disguise. Do not fail at this.” He laughs, bright and full of mirth yet if someone truly knew the man. It was his twisted desire coming out. The man almost skips out of the room. 

He looks back to where O5-8 and O5-4 were, but both of them seemed to have already left. Ah what a shame, but he knows he will be seeing them soon. The puppet leaves the dark room, Tessai was already there to collect it. Before he turned off the puppet he could hear a faint “Urahara do not fail now we have a mission to upkeep.” 

Their collective goal was about to come true. Mistakes shall not be allowed. Least O5-8 would hang them to dry as punishment. 

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“Dr Kisuke!” He hears the excited knocking on his office doors. Ah so they are finally here, they will be the ones who would accompany him to the site. “Come in.” He pushes some of his research papers away. Putting his stumbling clumsy persona, he starts his play. When the group of researchers comes in, some of their best ones and Sosuke. The vain of his existence. “Did you guys manage to review everything? This new SCP is a very important site.” There’s nods of agreement with few comments here and there. But either way he briefs them about the site again because that was part of the act. 

Sosuke tried to disagree with him every time before they started bantering and going for it. That was the cue for the researchers to leave them. “So which one will be joining us?” Aizen finally asks, leaning in close to his ear when it was just the two of them alone in the room. A twisted smirk slowly spreads across his face but he uses his fan to hide it. Just in case someone was to walk into the office, after all Dr Bright is the worst offender of that. 

He already had a contingency for the man, for when it was time. “Don’t know yet, they will probably meet us there. I would prefer it was not one of the white ones. But who knows, we will just have to see when we get there.” He feels his fan being torn out of his hand, fingers tilting his head up. Lips crashing against each other, Aizen’s free hand drags down his back before pulling him closer which Urahara eagerly responds by arching closer, feeling the fire slowly build up from below. Feeling a nip at his bottom lip he let the other’s tongue in. Their tongues met against each other fighting for dominance, his arms draped around the brown hair man’s shoulders pulling him in even closer than before. Aizen groans when he feels Urahara use more of his teeth, fire sparking in his belly. 

Slowly his hands move lower to grope at the firm ass, he hears a low chuckle before Urahara breaks the kiss not before biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Missing the feel of those soft yet chapped lips he chases after them but finds himself unable to when he feels a foot pushing him back by the chest. He takes in the messy form of Urahara, the man was almost sliding off the chair. Licking the blood that Aizen left behind on his lips. “God I want to fuck you.” He whispers hotly, taking a hold of the pale ankle and pulling the man into him. Making sure Urahara didn’t hit the floor along the way. 

Feeling legs wrap around his midsection, he was ready to go in for another kiss and maybe fuck the man against the table. They stop when they hear rapid footsteps approaching, by the sound of how they walk it was most likely Dr Bright. Quickly they get off each other and fix themselves up, honestly they loved having moments like these. Even though they would never admit to it, it would also be better if a certain someone was between them. 

The door almost gets thrown off the hinges when the man rushes inside. “Hey hey! I hear you guys are leaving for China like tomorrow! You bitches better remember to bring me snacks!” Dr Kisuke rolls his eyes, turning to fix his paperwork that they had messed up even more. “Come on! Say something Sosuke!” Dr Sosuke puts on his usual polite smile, he really didn’t want to engage with the man when he seemed like he was having a manic episode. It was not new, from the corner of his eyes he could see Kisuke struggling to make some tea and sneak some sleeping pills in it. 

No one really liked dealing with the man when he was having a manic episode, after all being unable to die and stuck in a necklace will do that to someone. Man has been around for quite some time. Some of the O5 Council thought making him a site director at site 19 would give the man some purpose; they had been thinking of putting him in charge of Sites 17 and 63 as well. They will get there eventually, because the rest don't really care unless it was an apocalypse happening. 

“Why don't you have a seat Dr Bright, we were ready to go pack up. However, there's nothing wrong with having a little chat with a friend before we head out. After all, we don't know how long we will be at the China branch.” He pulls the man onto the couch because he was still flailing his arms around and Kisuke quickly shoves the cup into his hands. “Have a drink first. You must be thirsty from all that shouting.” He chuckles nervously taking the spare chair in the office. 

Maybe it was because of the anomaly he is, it took longer than usual for the man to finally succumb to the sleeping pills. Dr Sosuke finally gets off the chair and helps move the man into a more comfortable sleeping position. Draping a spare blanket Dr Kisuke kept in his office over the man, they finally head out for the night. 

Come morning, they were ready to go with their luggage. The researchers who were chosen to go with them chatted amongst themselves while Kisuke and Sosuke started bantering for the sake of bantering. Senior researcher Kensei comes over to them, clearing his throat and breaking them up before they actually try to kill each other. Dr Kisuke already had his hands going for Dr Sosuke’s neck who seems to be almost smug for once. 

They always had a rivalry going on based on the stories he heard from when they started to work for the SCP Foundation. “Sirs sorry to bother however I have few concerns regarding this trip….” He trails off when he feels both of their eyes on him. “What would they be, Kensei?” Dr Kisuke asks with a bright smile spreading across his face like sunshine incarnated.

Kensei fidgets around, unable to properly voice his concerns about this project. “Oh come on Kensei!” The man finally finds himself with the courage, then he gets shoved out of the way by the Site director to see his old friends off. The man looked better than yesterday for sure, the manic look in his eyes finally disappeared. A good night's rest is honestly the best thing someone needs, especially someone like Bright. Kensei laid on the ground defeated, there was no way he would ever have the courage to speak to the man head on. Dr Kisuke had many admirers and became a lead researcher under him. He thought one day he would be able to look at the man in the eyes and be someone the other would trust in. 

But he was still unable to match the man, despite his clumsiness when the man started his research. He was never clumsy and was always sure of himself and the results. Mashiro pokes his head aggressively while laughing at him. He can see the Site director hugging Kisuke and patting Sosuke on the shoulders, he wishes he would be like that too. All of them were great names within the Foundation, he knows damn well he wants to be like them too. “Ok see you guys later! Remember to bring me snacks!” Bright waves with great enthusiasm as they got on the van to take them to the air base where a plane was waiting. “Don’t you mean safety first Site Director?” Sosuke being the smartass he is but Bright makes a face and rolls his eyes while crossing his arms “Bah! Whatever goody good shoes! I won't miss you!” 

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“Is the site already secure?” Hachi voiced his concerns when they had 3 more hours left before they reached the air base in Northern China. Least the SCP Foundation knows how to take care of their people by how good the meal is. Kisuke had his face stuffed when Hachi asked that question, he hurriedly tried to get all the food down before answering. “Of course they got MTF Gamma-4 and MTF Epsilon-13 to clear out the space. We also have MTF Zeta- 9 on standby in case any new passages open on the site.” Sosuke smiles gently, cutting into the piece of steak he had, looking very graceful as he ate it. Unlike a certain someone who huffs cleaning off the bits stuck to his stubble. 

He finally puts down his napkin before looking at his group. “Yea it’s a pretty big site and most of the traps are already swept out by the MTFs. There’s also other teams flying out from Europe, South Africa and a few countries in Asia. The site is known to be old yet filled with many anomalous objects, even if the MTF cleared out the normal traps. There are some that they want special attention to considering the nature of it. And most of all we get to work on the centerpiece of it all.” He announced excitedly, he was ready. While his words had been half lies and truths, he was excited. He loved new projects and experiment subjects, he keeps his innocent smile on watching how they went back to eating.

So naive, but of course they had barely seen the horror outside of Site 19. He cannot wait to see…..he finger trails around the edge of his cup. Pushing down his excitement for now, before he remembers something. “Oh and we managed to get the famous archaeologist Shinji Hirako on site with us as well.” The young researchers gasped and chatted excitedly amongst themselves, of course by the end of this expedition. Shinji will be joining the Foundation whether he wants to or not. 

After they finished eating, Kisuke went back to sleeping because they had 2 more hours of flight time before they landed and the seats were comfortable enough to just pass out on. Which is exactly what he did when they got on the plane. Even missed dinner because of how nice it was to sleep without being interrupted. Sure he loved working on SIte 19 but the amount of times there can be breaches from outside and inside. It makes it hard to relax not knowing when he has to be ready.

So he took this chance to just sleep it off till he gets to the site and had to go back to work. He hoped to see the redhead there. 

Right after the plane landed, they were ushered through a quick custom check then set on their way by a convoy of the Foundation personnel vehicles. Sosuke took a different car than him because of whatever reason. Man does have his own plans to work with, but he sat in the front while there behind was 3 people. He really didn’t remember the name since they do not hold his interest. 

Arriving at the site, he sees people had already set up a fence area to keep the outside away from this site. He thanks the driver before hopping off the vehicle, he scans around making sure the equipment they sent a day earlier was there without damage. When he is satisfied after checking up on the equipment, he goes to try and find if he can find ‘Ichigo’ at all. 

He was sure that O5-8 would send one of them here just to help ‘out’. More like making sure everything went off without a hitch. Since when did he stop trusting him and started monitoring his moves? Oh wait he remembered now, he had leaked his main base of operation last time when he was working with the GOC. Things haven’t been the same since then. Which was a shame because he enjoyed his presence. 

When he finds the dash of orange that stood out from the rest, he heads over to see which one was here. Making sure his steps were careful to sneak up on the other, except when he was 3 steps away the red head turned to glare at him. “Seriously? Do you really think I wouldn’t be aware of my surroundings? Saw you coming like a mile away.” This one stood half a head shorter than him without the long hair. So definitely not ‘Ichigo’ damn. Crushed his high hopes. “Which one are you?” He asks quietly to make sure no one caught it because it would be annoying to have to wait for another batch of Researchers and MTF because the current ones will have to be anesthesia for hearing that. “Ichimu.”  

He watches how those amber eyes slowly look away from him then past him. “The Ethics Committee is here.” Well it's not unexpected, since with something this big they are bound to come and judge for themselves how far they are willing to lose. Despite the fact that most if not all of the O5 Council have a bone to pick with them, they keep things amicable between them. Except for a certain someone who loves pulling funds just to be annoying. Kisuke sighs but turns to meet the two that they had sent. Annoyance 1 and Annoyance 2. A short woman with dark hair and a redhead that was a whole head taller than her.  

Ichimu was gone by the time they got closer to him and he offered them a confused yet polite smile. “Hello, how may I help you?” He reaches back to scratch the back of his head, the shorter woman holds out a piece of paper for him to take. “Sorry to be disturbing you sir. But the overwatch command had given us orders to join your team Dr Kisuke.” Smart girl on avoiding directly mentioning the O5 Council in a way. He blinks, surprised by taking the paper she held out for him to take. Slowly he read through the paper…..it was very well written that to the untrained eyes it would easily fool any researcher. But Keisuke wasn’t just anyone, he was part of the O5 Council. So finding the discrepancy within the letter was easy and he knew no one ordered one. 

He might just have to ask ‘Ichigo’ to cut their budget more for the next year. Would definitely give a message but he doesn’t know which one yet. “Ah ... .Well I never knew I was remarkable enough for them to notice lil’old me.” Pocketing the letter, he shakes their hands with great gusto. “Anyways, welcome! I will introduce everyone later. We are still busy setting up everything before we can go check out our real anomaly inside the rift. Ehh what’s it called again?” He rummaged through his coat trying to remember what designation they had given to this particular SCP. He really had forgotten it, “Erm that’s weird ... .did I drop it somewhere?” He mumbled to himself. He is going to get an earful from one of them. 

The two Ethics Committee members look between themselves, for a researcher to lose his notes. Isn't this a write up? They were sent to check if there were MTF Alpha-1 members here but all the MTFs were just normal bunch and none of them gave out any tip of being one in disguise. They had been worried since there had been an undocumented meeting of the O5 Council when this SCP was discovered. They feared that maybe the O5 Council was planning something they shouldn’t and they needed to get to the bottom of it. 

They hear a whack on the head researcher, seeing a slightly taller brown hair man with a gentle smile. Dr Sosuke holding the paper that definitely belonged to Dr Kisuke. They got a briefing of the two having a sort of rivalry between themselves. 

Dr Sosuke was a well renowned researcher in the field of reality warpers, while Dr Kisuke was known to be the best one in the department of others. But they work together well outside of their main speciality. So it was hard to not put them to work together, despite their disagreements. 

They watched how Dr Kisuke was struggling to take his papers back while Dr Sosuke seemed to have no trouble keeping it out of his reach. They hear the screech of tires coming to a stop outside of the cave entrance. Everyone stops for a second except those who are busy moving the equipment and setting up in the cave. 

Hearing familiar steps, ‘Ichigo’ always walks in a very peculiar way if people bother to pay attention they will know. ‘Ichigo’ was using Ichimu’s body right now; they watched how he walked past them with a stack of papers in hand. Probably the contract if Dr. Sosuke had a guess. The Foundation always covered their tracks if they had someone outside coming in to help. Both of them followed the redhead outside, so was the Ethics Committee two. Watching how he walked into a tent that was set up. 

A half hazardly parked red car was still running with the ignition on. But he can see no one is in there, it didn’t really matter since being around such a heavily guarded area. No one dared to steal anything without being taken down. Kisuke was lurking around the tent pretending to be busy just to listen in. 

“Dr. Hirako, understand one thing. You do not need to sign the contract, we can work with someone else.” He can already picture ‘Ichigo’ crossed legged, and leaning on one hand while tapping on the contract. Probably having one of those smirk on his face when he had the people right where he wanted to be. It was incredibly sexy, especially those condescending eyes that would stare them down until the man would either give in or leave with a tail between their legs. He really wished he was inside just to see that, potentially end in a great time. He is only a weak man, really weak to these two motherfuckers. 

Sensing what the light blonde hair is thinking, Sosuke shakes his head knowing exactly what was going on in his head. He goes over pretending to help him, getting close enough to whisper “They are watching you behave yourself.” He wanted to sneer back and roll his eyes but he doesn’t just give the brown hair man laughter and thank you for helping him with the equipment. They hear the conversation going inside the tent. “But this is unreasonable! You want me to stay here and have no outside contact till we finish exploring this old cave?! You don’t even know how big it is. Would take a year or more if it was big enough.” There was no response from the other party inside. They are pretty sure that ‘Ichigo’ already lost his interest and would walk out soon with how the conversation was going. 

A sigh is heard from inside the tent before they hear papers being picked up. “Well since the great Dr. Hirako is giving up on this opportunity, I supposed someone else would be happy to publish the great findings here. After all, we wouldn't be here unless it was important enough.” Dr. Hirako who is definitely a smart man, grunts before snatching the papers and signing his name on them. “I will go pick up my equipment and speak with my family before I come back.” 

Chuckling to himself ‘Ichigo’ fixes the stack of paperwork, gently placing them back on the folder so if the man tries anything or going to the media. Sosuke can take care of the man with his team of lawyers. The big bad lawyer, glancing up at Dr. Hirako who looks like a bright apple of anger. He gives the man a soft smile before calling out for the two who had been spying on them. “Kisuke, why don’t you come in and introduce yourself?” He calls out, tracing his finger around along the lines of the SCP logo. 

In comes the man stumbling a bit, an act he liked to put up but ‘Ichigo’ is not going to rain on his parade. Sosuke follows behind them who takes the folder of the contract papers from him so he can get it filed away. He takes the man’s hand, shaking it with as much enthusiasm as he can while his free hand gesturing outside of the tent. 

Few people come in, dressed up in all kinds of fashion but by the weak of their starstruck looks. He can guess he has some fans. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad but being away from his girlfriend for a while makes him worried. Especially if he really can’t contact her freely, he will definitely have to take her out for dinner tonight. And gently share the news with her, hopefully she doesn’t get too mad at home. This would advance his career so much further and make him stand out amongst his field. “Alright enough crowding around him guys. Dr. Hirako better start going now. We do need you here tomorrow before the first light of the day. Tick Tock.” 

Maybe if he looked back for a second when he was driving away, he would have seen that he had signed his soul over to the devil or rather the SCP Foundation. A pair of shining light gold eyes watched him leave from the shadows of the sunset. “This ought to be interesting.” A chuckle drowned by the sound of the rustling leaves. 

Rukia and Renji were given a tent as their temporary stay until the Foundation was able to send them the mobile homes and set up a water system for them. Rukia hopes they set it up fast before summer hits, preferably because she cannot imagine not being able to take a shower to clean up after a long day of sweating. It is almost the end of winter and beginning of the spring. They only have so long. Really wished her brother didn’t send her, but the Ethics Committee can be a bit…on edge when they hear things. 

“So what do you think so far?” Renji asks quietly, going to change out of the day's clothes. Picking up the notes she took so far and going through them. “No not really ... .but there must be a reason which is why we gotta stay on guard.” She puts them down, getting startled when she hears loud chairs from outside. 

Ah seems like some idiots had started a fire, probably some drunk by the amount of beer cans around. Someone was playing with the guitar and by the song they were singing, it seemed like they were heretics trying to summon the Scarlet King. Then the one who had been quiet the most during their introductions at any given moment. The short red head was clapping to their song with a big smile on. If she had to guess he was the most suspicious out of all of them, except she is sure he is from the HR department. By the looks of it, she is going to have to keep an eye on him. 

******

The clock rang at 3 AM

It rang at fucking 3 AM 

Yet Shinji cannot stay in bed anymore because of how those people were and the guards with military styled clothing. He is sure that they would probably break into his home and drag him out screaming and crying. Reaching over to turn his clock off, he drags himself into the restroom to get ready for the day. He had packed his bag last night with the help of his girlfriend, but she didn’t really appreciate it. She still let him go with a bit of scolding because it wasn’t going to be that long and her romantic heart believed “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” 

Just as he finishes brushing out his hair before tying it in a low ponytail, he hears the door knock pounded into. Damn he had one part of his guess right. He looks down at his girlfriend one more time, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead whispering “See you soon.” He picks up his belongings and heads out the door. Not knowing that this is the last time he would ever be home. 

His bags get snatched out of his hands when he locks the door. “Young people are hot blooded.” The one he would guess is a Sergeant pats him roughly on his back. “Good morning Dr. Hirako. Name’s Isshin, that one right you just met is Toshiro. Has a temper but we all did at his age. Let’s get going aye? Rangiku is already waiting in the car, we make her wait any longer and she will wake up the whole neighborhood.” They head over to a black Toyota Truck, looking kinda beat up. He lets out a loud yawn and gets ready to take a nap, “You might want to hold on for this!” The lady behind the wheel- Rangiku as she had told him to call her. 

Then she drove off dodging through traffic like it was a normal day, she looked way too relaxed as she did so. He held onto the seat belt for his life, when he heard the siren. Shinji wonders maybe he shouldn’t have accepted this job. Yet when the police were right behind them which for a moment he had thought they were going to stop. But instead the sirens get turned off and the police car stops following them. 

Now he is seriously wondering who these people really are. To be able to get the police to stop them, maybe by their plate number no way there can be anything else. He just hoped he didn’t get rope into something with the wrong organization. 

Upon arriving at the site, Shinji all but slid out of the car with trembling legs. Isshin was dying of wheezing, probably not waiting to wake up the others. He can see more tents set up than earlier yesterday. He was trying to catch his breath when he saw a pair of what look like expensive shoes step into his view. He looks up to see the redhead from yesterday handing him a water bottle with a small smile. “Good job, go have breakfast before the hooligans eat everything.” He chugs half the water bottle before wiping his mouth with his arm. “Are you telling me there are people awake at this time already?” 

The redhead covers his lips before he chuckles “Yes, there are people who like to wake up at this hour. Or because they are jetlag. We had some other team get here not too long ago.” Ichimu reaches out to take his hand so he can lead the other to the canteen. “They will leave your bags at the tent you are assigned to so not to worry.” 

When he was brought to the canteen, he could see 10 or more people in there eating like zombies. Yes definitely jet lag more than being awake at this time except for this redhead who seems peppy and ready to go already. “Here remember this place ok, breakfast lunch and dinner is provided if you have special dietary let the chefs know.” The man waves to the chefs who waves back with smiles, seeming like he is close to them. Before the man can leave him to his devices. Shinji stops him with a grab to the shoulder, flinching back when he sees a glare from those dark amber eyes. “Sorry- I was going to ask, what do you do?” Whatever that look was quickly gone, replaced back with a cheery look. “Oh I really didn’t get to introduce myself properly. I’m the logistics for this operation, let me know if you need specific tools or clothing. I’m here to help.” He nods dumbly, not sure what else to say before the other left without another word. 

He really should remember this is different from his previous team. He wished he didn’t leave his old colleagues. 

Kisuke wakes up when the sun shone right into his eyes, fucking Sosuke is the first thing in his mind. Groaning he forces himself to sit up, stretching with a big yawn. He slid out the tent heading over to the communal sinks to wake the sleepiness away. Which doesn’t do much for him, wishing he had slept earlier yesterday instead of playing poker with them. 

“Took you long enough to wake up.” He looks over at Dr. Sosuke with tired eyes who had set up a table under the trees drinking tea. Looking like a fucking prince, gods some people is just lucky with genetics lottery or whatever the fuck the man is. “Fuck you too.” He grumbles trudging over to him and falls on the empty chair to which the other man pours him a cup of tea. He chugs it down like he was playing the drinking game from last night. Sosuke pouring him another cup but he only looked at it and mumbles a quiet thanks. 

Kensei was showing Dr. Hirako to the areas they had so far, not expecting to come across the head researcher of the team sitting peacefully with his rival. He stops the golden haired man on the path and pulls him to hide behind the tree. “What-” Shinji starts but he gets a quick shush and sees Kensei peeking from behind the tree. Yea these people are weird. 

He too peaked from behind the tree confused, just two people who seemed to be having morning tea. Giving Kensei a weird look, expecting the other to explain what they are doing. “Right, you don’t know yet. But like those two technically hate each other’s guts like crazy so you know it’s weird seeing them like this. We should leave.” He gets gently pushed the way they came from, peering back to the two shuddering when he feels the cold brown eyes watching him leave. So he quickly looks away hoping to never have to deal with that man, he was giving out a lot of untrustworthy vibes. 

“What are you looking at?” Sosuke turns back to Kisuke who looked more awake than when he first came out of the tent. “Nothing, better now?” He raised a brow watching how Kisuke rub his face a few times before he nods. “Good.” 

Remember you always get what you don’t want and Shinji gets stuck with Dr Sosuke who is briefing him on the situation. About the SCP Foundation and the current anomaly they are working with. SCP-7039 : “Thundering Tomb” 

He tries to take down as many notes as he can so he doesn’t forget. Every time he looked up to meet the brown eyes, he got a warm smile yet he never felt so afraid. He doesn’t understand why, from what he seems. Dr Sosuke is a man loved and admired by many and of course the bantering with the head researcher Dr Kisuke who didn’t give out those vibes. It was just….he wouldn’t wrap his head around this. 

A note is pressed into one of the special agents' hand. The special agent who’s giving the order by Mr. Jones, that paper is giving to him he should make sure Dr Sosuke and Dr Kisuke get the message without anyone seeing. Of course he does as he is told when walking past Dr. Sosuke, who was followed by a redhead with weird tattoos on his forehead, slips the paper into his coat pocket in a smooth manner that was taught to them. Seeing how the man didn’t react he keeps working. 

Aizen had retired earlier today, lighting an oil lamp that he was always fond of. He opens the piece of paper that he had received that afternoon. He reads the words, “3 walls in 7th wall chamber. Beneath the red sun, above the white moon. Chamber false, behind the chair.” Like this is very helpful, opening the small glass door to the oil lamp letting the paper burn. Making sure everything is but ash before he blows off the flames. 

Laying down on the cot the Foundation provided so far. He dreams, moving through space and he feels a faint pull. He pulls back and he is standing in front of a long white haired man. “Is this Zangetsu or Shiro?” He asks, looking around them. The room was very well maintained for something that had been out of touch with time. “Shiro, King wanted me to make sure we obtain what we come here for. The most important piece to our puzzle. However we are still missing something from this place which you will have to find. Ichimu gave you what he can.” 

The brown hair god liked being nodded, Shiro turned to lead the man down the spiraling hall ways that made no sense. He really wondered what led to these people building a place like this, the stairway kept going down and down. “Are we stuck?” He finally asked because they still kept walking. It wasn’t like he was worried because Kisuke had kept the men distracted out there, and he made this separated body. “Almost.” He hears the man in front of him say without a worry. 

Finally the other gestures for him to stop and points to their left, the dark fingertip of the man seemingly almost becoming one with the darkness. If it were for the pale skin it would had been hard to see. Was it him or did the darkness become more…darker? It was almost like it was consuming them, mm clever tricks “Jump here now.” He gets pushed off before he can even jump himself and he sees Shiro not too far behind. Before he can hit whatever is below, he slows down before he righted himself and lowered down on it. Shiro threw the blade he carried stabbing into the ground before he gently landed on the hilt. Standing there without letting the waters touch him. 

“I suppose you know what to do?” Aizen nods, summoning the bottle he brought with him. A crystal based looking bottle, he moves his hand slowly manipulating the pinkish sparkling gold liquid to fill the empty bottle who seemed to have an endless bottom before every drop is filled up. The magic that the liquid brought shine to this very place is gone along with it. Leaving nothing but an empty cave. 

Shiro finally steps down from the sword, kicking it into a spin before he catches it and placing it back on the sheath on his hip. Holding his hand out for the now filled bottle that the False God was examining it. “Be Careful, but I’m sure he knows.” Aizen hands it over to the pale figure, he watched how Shiro turns to leave before he is gone. Honestly ‘Ichigo’ knew how to get work done by them keeping the outside out for now. Next part would be tricky, he thought. Because this was as far as ‘Ichigo’ was willing to help for now. He is slowly dissipating this form, he hears it. 

Crack-  

Sosuke opens his eyes to see Kisuke changing into his nightwear, getting ready to turn in for the night. “Tomorrow, we will finally be going through the rift.” The light blonde hair man said, pulling a shirt over his head. He glanced back at the brown hair man with a serious look. “Got it?” He hums to agree, standing up to go for some fresh air and to scare away the pests outside. 

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Dr. Sosuke walked out of the tent that he had been staying in, and they noticed him heading to bed early. It didn’t really ring any alarm bells, but Rukia had always been a suspicious person. She just wanted to double check on them, while they never truly did anything suspicious and were well known to be great researchers in their departments. Something just didn’t sit right with her whenever she saw them. 

Her eyes followed the movement of the man as he stood outside of the tent, turning his head up to watch the moon. Closing his eyes with a soft smile on his face as he did so. As if the man was under the sun instead of the dark covers of the moon. She strained her ears to hear the man inside the tent had gone to bed. Just as she looks back to watch the brown hair researcher, she was startled to find the man was gone. She didn’t even hear his steps, damn it she was too focused on Dr Kisuke to notice that he had left. 

Turning to leave she flat plants right into someone’s chest then off- wait why’s it bouncy- She held her nose. Freezing when she sees Dr. Sosuke standing in front of her, the man had the audacity to hold his chest looking flabbergasted. Wait, was this man that jacked up? Not the time for that anyways. “What are you doing here?” She asked, keeping her voice leveled, who knew hiding under all these winter clothes was a very muscle pack hunk of a man. He tilts his head slightly to the side with a brow raising “I did ask the same question. Were you spying on me?” She sputtered, shaking her head with her hands out. 

“N-No sir! I was just out walking when I heard something-” Is the best answer she can come up with since there was no way to say she wasn’t looking at him. Especially with how he came up behind her like that. She sees the slight frown from the man before it is replaced with a charming smile. “You must be excited for tomorrow and can’t sleep?” He asks her to finally step away so she can have some space for herself. Nodding along his words she hears a soft chuckle, looking over at him. She never thought the man could be something…vulnerable? She wasn’t exactly sure how to describe what she was seeing. “I feel the same, but you are still a young one. Go get some sleep, otherwise tomorrow you might be very tired.” He gently ushered her back the way to her camp. 

Brown eyes watched her leave to her tent, she struggled to not shudder at the unwavering gaze. There was something though that was nagging her, she walked in sitting on the bed noticing that Renji was still gone. Probably looking over at the other redhead who seems to move around in a weird manner. They think he might just be a lackey of the O5 Council yet the young man was helpful whenever asked. Answering all their questions without a pause, yet it seemed in a way scripted as if he knew who they were already. How troublesome…… 

She sat thinking about all the events so far…wait. Humans are supposed to have certain smells to them no matter what. There’s never been anyone who just didn't- smelled like anything. Like nothing at all, was he a clean freak? She does remember him changing clothes like everyday or was she looking too much into it. She sighs, maybe sleeping for 3 hours was getting to her, she should freshen up as much as possible in this situation and head to sleep. Dr Kisuke had said he wanted everyone up by 7 AM sharp. Though as to if the man can do it himself though is another question. 

*****

“Good morning everyone! I hope everyone is ready for today’s expedition. Stay close to your buddy and do not go along ok!” Shinji hears Dr Kisuke yells cheerfully through the megaphone, how does this man have this much energy at 6:55 AM. Yesterday he wasn’t even up till like 1 PM in the afternoon and now today he was this cheery to be up? 

Damn it, these people are nuts because of how they responded back with cheers. Is this normal for the SCP Foundation? He would never imagine working there. “You guys take care,do not do anything stupid.” He hears Kensei tell his team in the back, glancing back at them before he follows his buddy, one of the MTF? To the rift. It was a diamond shape gray, he really wonders…..he also sees there were tracking and camera equipment being handed out. To the left side of the cave were computers set up. They seem to have a lot of feed in there, most are using it to check in one everyone. 

He also sees Dr. Kisuke talking with some people on the computer set up looking very much like the head researcher he is. Unlike the many times when he sees the man trip over himself for the past while. As if noticing him, the man turned to give him a grin….he can almost say it was a Cheshire grin. He waves back slowly before he is urged along the line to enter the rift, he holds his breath before he steps through expecting…..something different to happen. But it doesn’t, nothing out of the ordinary 

That was a lie, because they were in a big space like a welcoming room. He doesn’t know what to call it exactly but he moves over to the walls where there were many paintings decorating it. They seemed old yet worn out but still in great condition. “This will be your assigned task Dr. Hirako. Please help us understand the people who used this place. Their history.” He jumps at the person who was suddenly next to him. The orange-haired young man who was wearing one of those researcher’s coat today. 

Patting his chest to calm himself down, turning back to the paintings he pulls out his camera. One of those expensive ones that would capture every detail of the paintings. “Don’t sneak up on people. You can get hurt by that.” He mumbles to the young man who only offers a chuckle in response before he is left to his own devices along with his buddy. Taking pictures of the wall one by one, zooming in on certain details that he notices on the paintings. 

He does it slowly to make sure he gets all the details he can get without missing anything. When he finishes he notices there was only him and 3 other people in the room with him. Damn did they all leave for their station already. Guess he will just start taking notes on the paintings, he is supposed to give a detailed report when he can. Finally remembering that he still had his backpack on him, he sets it down near the pillar before pulling out his notebook and sketchbook. Something he learned that if he sketched it too, there would always be something different and easier to notice. He sat down at the first painting, what he guessed would probably be the start in the line of them. 

He works tirelessly to take notes on every single detail of the story the painting told. People seemed to be fighting, then something like a monster came out of the ocean? Clouds? And taught them something. Then suddenly everyone had big ears, and the Monster ate them? What kind of nonsensical story telling is this. 

He scratches his head with the back of his pencil. Trying to piece the story together, yet when he wouldn’t decipher the first painting. Thought the best would be coming back to it later and he hopes that he would have some more clues in the next. Hearing loud and heavy footsteps starts coming up the hallway, he sees a few MTFs coming up with bodies on stretchers. He quickly looks away. He had been warned about it. Yet seeing it in person, he held back the bile that was threatening to come up his throat. 

Looking away he goes back to his art, and focuses on what is making him so uneasy now. Something was definitely wrong with the paintings that he can gather. What he had been drawing based off the painting is starting ... .Maybe it was a trick of the eye. It was starting to look maybe slightly different? 

A cool canned press against his face, Shinji shrieks. His notes and sketch book fly everywhere. The MTF he was with quickly readied his gun, but stop when he realized it was just Lead researcher Kensei looking startled with a cooler in one hand and a cool drink in the other. “Ermm…. Sorry?” He mumbles dropping two drinks before scurrying off to his team, Shinji had been on the floor trying to calm his startled heart that was beating wildly. “I’m…..taking a break.” He mumbles, moving out of the rift without his stuff. The MTF stayed behind and helped put everything in a stack for the man. 

The guy had some good drawing but what was with the eyes? Eh he isn’t a researcher maybe the guy was seeing something he isn’t. So he did leave the place as well since he didn’t feel like staying in the big empty room that had nothing but weird ass paintings. Just a bunch of people and water, yet it never crosses his mind that something was already wrong. 

*****

Dr Kisuke was tired and frustrated because of the results they were getting, the sounds weren’t right and they were losing more D-Class without gaining anything useful. The sounds…was something not right with them? They had tested all the different sounds the pillars would produce yet all it did was- 

More dead bodies. 

Maybe the other team is having better luck? Turning to Kensei who had returned from their drinks run. “Stop the testing for now, I will check on the other team.” He turns his hands into his lab coat pocket to get his phone out. He scrolls down to find a certain researcher’s name. He really didn’t want to talk to her yet, been avoiding her like the plague after their last collaboration. 

Yet life hates him and so does the Foundation because they were assigned to this together. And he was not ready! 

One ring and he hears the female voice answering. “Look who’s finally calling. What do you want?” He can hear the snark behind the voice, completely skipping over the pleasantly between them. Holding back a sigh “How’s it going on your end? We cannot reach anything definite over here because we have more dead bodies than answers.” He hears a grunt from the other side of the line “We….do not have much on our end either. This chamber is only able to produce whistling sounds. And well we've been trying to figure out how to get the jars open.” 

He really hopes Shinji decoded the murals, maybe the answer is hidden there as to why the people built this place in such a specific voice. “Unless they are connected in some way.” She said from the other side of the phone, he can tell she is probably smirking able to read his thoughts. 

Grumbling about some nonsensical stuff, he clears his throat. She knew him the best; they did spend too much time together at one point. Yoruichi was at one time going to be his wife before he got cold feet and ran for the hills. “Could potentially be true, send us a recording so we can try it over here?” She only huffs in response but doesn’t disagree and the call cuts off. Maybe he should really go apologize to her…..one day. 

“I can hear you struggling to make the right choice Kisuke.” He hears that infuriating voice. The one that belonged to the person whom he ran away with to take a cross country road trip to Las Vegas. Well he can't complain because it was hella fun, the gambling almost left him broke and someone else's pocket less heavier lols. “Oh shut up, what have you been doing? Not being useful, that's what.” Dr, Sosuke clicks his tongue, shaking his finger at him like a damn child. “Don’t wag your fucking finger at me and start talking.” He is losing his composure with this man but he held his snark back because they had a job to do. 

Hearing the ping from his phone playing the recording. It was a haunting whistling sound. Yet there was something off about it. It sounded like thunder was forced to take on such a sound. “I think you have better things to do, we aren’t getting much on my end either.” He hears him say when he turns back to head back to his testing site. “The jars are too many.” He stops walking when he hears a soft female voice say. Looking around him yet he sees no one. Maybe being in a tomb for too long really affects you. But he does make a mental note on it because of the detail in their line of job.

Returning to the room, there were plenty of pillars that made sounds close to thunder. At the center was a piece made almost like a lotus flower with bronze metal. He cannot imagine how long this would have taken to build. “Anything new Dr Kisuke?” He held his phone up with a grin “Yea we are going to sound this found this time.” He held his hands out like some comical villain. “Play me the thunder!” 

The researcher looks between themselves then decides that the man finally lost it. But they turn to listen to the sound of the whistling sound. 

It took a while as they were trying to find the right pillars to strike, this time a D class again is out to be put to the test. The thundering sounds all around them, except this time the lotus flower structure was moving, adding its own sound to it as it opened up and closed with a chiming sound every time they hit. 

Water starts flowing from the open top of this place. A place where they tried to fly a drone up yet it really didn’t lead to anywhere. They collect the samples of the water before it gets drained away from the draining system this place had. Very ancient but worked effectively. Later the D-class would say it had a calming effect on him. Like everything after the rain, this D-class who had been remorseless in the murders of several people. He is clearly sobbing in guilt about his action. 

Well that was new development. He phones Yoruichi again who laughs and says they will go ahead to record more for them. Hanging up, he is going to take this as a success and looking at the time. It was time to go get some lunch ... .maybe skip out for the rest of the day because they had finally cracked something. But this was barely scratching the surface of what this place would do. There’s always too many secrets about this place, he only crossed over it before because he was looking for the greatest architect of the time. Never also staying long enough to learn their rituals.

Kisuke finds himself heading up to the main room. Seeing the Golden hair man still at his work, he goes over to check on what the man was up to. “Dr Hirako! How’s everything going for you!” He waves to the MTF before turning back to the man who only sighs before rubbing his face. “Not good the murals are almost making no sense, no connection. But that just means I have to work harder.” He laughs patting the man on the shoulder before crouching down to see what the man had on his note. “Seems like you have made a lot of progress. No connection?” 

That sparks Dr. Hirako going off on a rant about the murals and the discrepancy of them. Dr. Kisuke sat on the ground listening attentively to him. By the time he finished, he was a little out of breath with one hand on the mural. Quickly taking it off he makes sure there was no damage to it and based on the look of the other there. He didn't seem to be watching what he was touching. Wiping his hand off with the tissues he had on hand. ＂Maybe their story telling is different? From our time and we are looking at it wrong.＂ 

It would technically make sense because the people of back then had their own way of storytelling. So he might need to look at this differently, with that renewed determination he goes back to work. Dr Kisuke chuckles as the man finally leaves to start writing his report. Farfetch but he does his best, even if he meant taking a lot of breaks as he put his notes together. 

Shinji doesn't know how long he had been working on the murals before he can finally put a coherent story together. By then it seemed like there were few lingering researchers checking out the murals. He didn't hear them coming as he was too focused. So as not eating lunch at all because the story was so intriguing and he didn't want to lose his progress. His stomach though said nah man you gotta eat. Which of course was embarrassing enough for him to quickly pack up and leave. 

***** 

Flipping through the pages of his sketchbook and comparing it to the pictures he had taken, the story that he can really come up was- 

“Yo Dr. Hirako, mind if I sit with ya” a rhetorical question because Isshin did anyways. The man doesn't waste any time on leaning over to check out what the Dr was doing. “You can draw real well, teach me sometimes.” He moves the sketch book out of the reach of the other's greasy fingers. He worked too hard on this for the other to ruin it. The man didn't seem to care as he was probably already busy with the food. Kensei and his group move to sit with him as well. Looking over at his sketches and photos.” You got great attention to details, even the slightest thing isn't missed” Love compares the photos to the sketchbook. Others lean in to see them as well pointing out small details that he did look over. 

Dr Kisuke comes by, near when they almost finish eating. Almost stumbling into the table as he did so “Stop wearing those shoes if you cannot walk on them damn it” Ichimu holds Kisuke by the arm before he hit the others. The red head rolled his eyes as he did so because he never listened and those damn wooden clogs are noisy as hell. Still don't understand how this man loves to wear them, he could write him up but technically it's considered after hours. “I'm fine, just checking on our archeologists and see what he came up with!” The man almost whines as he forces himself into the bench with the others. Childish all around. 

The redhead trails his eyes over to the Ethic Committee two, they seem to be in their own world before coming closer to the group to see what it was on the murals. Just as they thought like before. Well it was none of his problems anymore. ‘Ichigo’ needs them to go back soon anyways then they will send in the real logistics. Not that he hasn't been doing a good job, turning on his heels. He heads out for the night, meeting Sosuke was not what he was expecting though. 

The man held his hand out for him to take. Which he does, they haven’t been able to meet in a while. 

Walking side by side with the brown hair man, enjoying the silence between them with the light of the moon as their only source of light. They find themself at a small clearing away from their camp. “So….how much longer.” ‘Ichigo’ asked softly, leaning back against the rock they had sat on. Shoulders pressed against each other ‘Ichigo’ rests his head on Aizen’s shoulders, those soft golden glowing eyes looking beyond the landscape. 

“What do you see?” ‘Ichigo’ sighs softly those enchanting eyes, closing slightly before they open again. “We see…..” He trails before their eyes focus again. “I…saw them, but they hid.” Aizen’s smile drops for a second before smiling again. “I see. How much longer.” The man sighs, even though he doesn't know. This anomaly is ... .bit complicated based on what he ‘sees’ so to make an educated guess. It would probably take a year unless it gets triggered and the full effect comes out which would help speed things up. 

But they cannot judge anything till then and the message that he had received from last time. He was starting to think it was a joke to mess with him. He had checked everything yet there was nothing that was leading them to what they needed. Whatever since he is here now. He gets off the rock making sure the redhead didn’t fall from him suddenly moving away, slowly leaning in to capture those soft lips for a sweet kiss. 

Except he gets sent flying and Urahara was all over the redhead who doesn’t even seem to mind at all. They are really the worst. Though their fun was cut short when they heard a throat being clear. Those bright amber eyes lost their golden glow and Ichimu fell back to his passive look from before. 

Seeing Yoruichi there, Ichimu jumps off the rock. Taking Sosuke’s hands before dragging him, glancing back to give Kisuke a grin. Sosuke can’t help himself from snickering at the look on Kisuke’s face looking like first out of the water. 

“Are you done looking stupid?” Yoruichi asks, approaching the man who was slowly inching away trying to make an excuse to follow . The purple-haired woman comes over before the man can make a run for it and hooks her arm around his neck to prevent him from running away. “Where are you going?” She looks down at him giving him a wide eye smile. Ok maybe he should have really talked to her like 10 years ago but like let’s be serious. 

It was hard after all. He left without a word when Sosuke showed him his BMW. Hand held out for Kisuke to take, knowing that if he didn’t then he would have a family. Yet he wouldn’t know how to react seeing her grow old while he just lived in an eternal state of existing. It was his biggest flaw while he didn’t care for people but when it came down to Yoruichi. He didn’t want her to know that he would never be able to be by her side forever. So he had the cold feet and ran for the hills. Yea he was not a good man and a very bad man to leave her an hour before they were married. 

But spending that sweet sweet ‘Ichigo’ ’s cash in the casino was damn hot. Sosuke got into it enough that the man ended up stripping too in a strip club. Got them kicked out but that was a wild night. He does not regret it. Kinda feels regret when he sees the hurt on her face. 

In all honesty Kisuke had expected to get punched but getting kicked on the balls was different. Honestly he should have known but he had been kinda putting her to the back of his mind so as to not feel regret for his actions. Letting out a whimper as he curls up on the ground, while he does not die doesn’t mean shit hurts. Wish he didn’t have his pain nerves right now like back then. “You are an ass you know. All these years and never once reaching out to me……I just wished you could have said something…not just not just ignoring me.” She said in a calm tone, like ice calm water being poured over him. 

Looks up at her, he averts his eyes slowly. It was not in his right to brush this off like he had done many times. “I…didn’t know how to face you.” He mumbles softly fingers playing with the dirt beneath him, something to keep himself busy with. 

Yoruichi looks down at the man whom she ‘loved’ for the better half of her life. He looked so pathetic and small now, she was angry yet it wasn’t like before where she wanted to rage and scream. They were friends since joining the Foundation at a young age, some called them geniuses. Some had expected them to develop a rivalry but instead they became great friends. Her family had thought he was perfect for her for some reason. Said something about a match in heaven, she guessed that’s why they started dating. 

In a way they kinda did what her family had expected and the guy himself who didn’t have a family got almost adopted into hers. And in a weird twisted way as well she was glad he ran away because she had her doubts about marrying this man. Except she wished he had done that earlier instead of paying for all the wedding stuff they would have saved so much money. Then lastly Yoruichi had wished he would just talk about it to her but of course he never did. 

She drops a picture into the man’s lap, of her, her partner and daughter. “This is what you missed, idiot.” She looks away waiting for his reaction which to her surprised he was right next to her in an instant. Not going to lie she had assumed he was something different, especially it seemed he didn’t age one bit and she had some wrinkles coming in much to her dismay. 

He was still the same as he was the first time they met and so were those sparkling gray eyes the man would have sometimes. “I’m so happy for you Yoruichi! When can I meet them, your daughter is such a darling! She is adorable like a mini you! Am I the godfather? Please tell me that I'm!” She gave him an unimpressed look that said ‘are you serious’. She can literally deflate the man like a balloon. “Don’t look like that, kind of your fault because you were being stupid. Call me whenever outside of work. We need to actually have a serious talk just not in the woods.” 

He watched her go, looking back down at the picture with a soft smile. He was glad she found someone better than him. Putting the picture inside his wallet for safe keeping, he certainly enjoy her company the most. 

Wait- ‘Ichigo and Sosuke left together- Oh hell no 

He rushes back to the shared tent he had with Sosuke, throwing it open to see them just playing chess. He lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding, thank God they didn’t fuck because he would kill them if he had to sleep in the damn tent. Ichimu's eyes drift to him slowly before he turns fully to face him. Sosuke just ignored him, focusing more on the chessboard. Since when did they have a chessboard? He narrows his eyes at Sosuke who just shrugs without looking up again. He hates him sometimes. 

“So? Did you guys talk it out?” Ichimu smiles, making space for him to sit down. He is such a sweetie, he really wished ‘Ichigo’ was more like this. 

Taking a seat next to him he wraps an arm around that thin waist. “Yea well also no but we got it.” He whispers before flopping down on the cot. When are they going to get a real bed, these things sucks. 

He watches them play for a bit before feeling unable to keep his eyes open anymore. Telling himself he would take 2 and Kisuke was out like the night. 

*****

Shinji had been unable to sleep at all twisting and turning all night long. Everytime he closes his eyes; he feels like the murals are staring back at him. As if they were trying to do something but he cannot understand them at all. Groaning he forces himself to think of something else yet he cannot get them out of his head. Throwing the blankets off of him he stalks out of the tent looking for something to distract himself with. 

He wanders over to one of the guards by the concrete gates. “Excuse me sir, may I please borrow a phone?” The guard looks at him up and down before nodding, reaching into his pockets and handed the man a phone the Foundation personnel used. His got confiscated when he got here much to his disappointment. 

Heading away slightly from the guard who kept their eyes on him…..while pretending he is not. He sighs dialing his girlfriend’s number, it ran 3 times before it was picked up. Her voice answering it, it immediately made him feel better about being here and the damn murals. He doesn’t know how long before he feels a tap on his shoulder and sees the guard asking for the phone back. He gives her a long goodbye before he hangs up and gives the phone back.

 “Your wife?” The guard asks softly, he frowns but shakes his head. “Not yet at least. When I'm done here, I will surely be proposing to her.” He cannot hide the smile that spreads across his face thinking of how he would do it. The guard gives him a look that he cannot decipher before nodding and leaving him with good luck. 

That call was definitely what he needed to feel better. Finally he can go back to his tent and lay back down on the coat. He gets himself comfortable before he is out like the light. Feeling someone breath down his neck was not how he wants to start his day nor the gun that is right on his face. And the shushing motion does nothing to help because he shrieks. Not like a little girl but a manly one if anyone asks. 

Maybe today can be a sick day “No can do Dr. Hirako come-on today you will be with me.” His tent flap gets thrown open by the one and only Dr. Kisuke. He pulls the covers over his head with a groan. “Give me like 6 minutes please…..” He grumbles fighting to keep his blanket while Dr Kisuke keeps trying to yank it off of him. Junior researcher Hiyori was losing her crap laughing at them fighting for the blanket. “No, I believe he will be coming with me. There’s something I believe Dr. Hirako would be a great help.” Dr. Sosuke comes in with a cup of tea in hand, damn tea sounds great right now. 

If the man wasn’t drinking it himself, what an ass. Dr Kisuke gets right up into the other’s face making an extremely unpleasant face to look at. “What are you talking about? He is coming with me. Get outta here.” He sneers looking like a gangsta ready to beat this man down. Dr. Sosuke who looks unfazed while keeping a pleasant smile on his face. pushing his glasses back “Please, keep your ugly muck away. It hurts my eyes.” His smile twists up a bit in a way that makes him look unsettling to those he directed it at. Dr Kisuke though had no problem though because they went back to sneering at each other. 

“Behave yourself children. I’m sure Dr. Hirako would rather work on trying to understand the murals more. He can do other stuff tomorrow, depending on who he chose to go with.” Ichimu walks in after hearing the commotion clapping his hands twice to break up the fight. “Who are you calling children?!” Both of them said at same time, Ichimu chuckles, shoving them out and gives the other two in the room a glare before they leave too. “Sorry about that Dr. Hirako. They get excited with new people around. I hope you do forgive them.” He bows as an apology comes closer to him before someone comes in with a tray of food. “It’s later now but the chefs had saved some for the golden hair man as said by them.” Shinji smiles when he sees the food, it looks so good. 

Pays to be nice to the people, give respect earned respect back. That’s the way to life. 

The redhead smiles like he knew what the other was thinking about but doesn’t comment on it. Bidding him goodbye, he leaves Shinji to enjoy his breakfast. Which he gladly takes and his greatest entertainment for the day is the war cries outside. 

Pretty sure Kisuke is going to kill Sosuke today. Ichimu watches them from afar just to see the man easily dodging the attacks from Kisuke. They are such great friends. It’s also good that they are getting along. They used to hate each other’s guts for the longest time but now they are like…..what is the right word? Get along like a house on fire? 

He smiles watching them before he feels someone approach him. Looking over his shoulder he finds it’s the Ethics Committee bunch. “Hello, how may I help you?” Reaching into his pockets, pulling out the tablet he kept around to use for any request by the personnel of the site. Renji as he remembers starts describing things to him which he looks confused. “I apologize….I do not understand?” He reaches up to stroke his ear in confusion. Rukia shows up to hit Renji on the head. “He is being stupid. We were wondering, when will the ...materials for construction come?” 

Rukia watches the younger man she assumed based on how young he is. Furrowed his brows for a moment looking before straightening up and looking through the tablet that had an anti peeking film over it. “They have been constructing the underground system then construction over here would start. You can finally take a shower.” He smiles, putting the tablet back down on the table before interlocking his fingers and resting his chin on it. “We are putting a lot of money on this project with many risks. We cannot push the construction like we usually want to. I hope you are able to hold out a bit more?” Rukia nods understanding their situation, they were far from any close by civilization so to lay out waterways was harder. 

Putting on her best smile she waves her hands. “It’s ok, we can endure some more!” Ichimu smiles back and a ring interrupts them and he goes to answer his phone. Though by the looks of it the redhead already knew what it was about. Taking the tablet with him. Hearing the young man said no to whoever was on the other line. Most be something he had dealt with often, however there was that unsettling feeling again she had with Dr Sosuke. 

“Did you…smell anything?” Renji leans in to whisper to her, she elbows him but shakes her head. He shys away for a bit before coming with the “Do you think maybe they aren't ... .like regular people?” She gives him a glare effectively shutting him up. Most people that belonged to Site 19 weren’t normal so she really can’t say. She was only a Level 3 clearance researcher when she joined the Ethics Committee and she never even had the chance to step foot into that site till she was already a member. It was about the same for Renji who used to be a MTF Epsilon-11 before he joined. 

They kinda learned one of the first few things is that Site 19 is not for the normal people to handle. Dr. Sosuke might not be ‘normal’ per say and albeit eccentric with his own way and Dr. Kisuke something about him just fit in with that Site but then Ichimu never claimed to be in Sit- 

What was she thinking about, maybe she is tired after all. Ichimu- She held her head, stumbling a bit before Renji caught with a worried look on his face. “Is something wrong?” He asks her quietly but she shakes her head. There was nothing wrong in truth, just felt like something happened then it passed. Weird. 

How to even describe something like that she wonders. But that was also dropped there was no need to answer a question that never existed. 

*****

Heading back into the rift, Shinji finds himself back at the same murals trying to understand the story of the people who painted them. They didn’t seem to change from yesterday, they were exactly the same. He compares them with his camera because there was just something at the back of his mind. Nagging him that something was wrong and he should leave. Never looking back. He sighs going back to it, trying to put the pieces together again. What he came up with yesterday fell apart when people asked questions. What a pain. 

Kisuke had set up a feed with Yoruichi’s team to work together since their site's work is ... .what can he call it? A puzzle and the answer? Watching how with different whistling sounds triggers different reactions from the platform. Honestly, why is there more sounds that is pulling people apart than actual useful ones? 

That quickly changed when one of the D-class who previously had lung cancer was suddenly cancer free. He took notes down on this one and made sure to record it since it did require further testing. This would prove to be useful for the unforeseeable future. He didn’t hesitate to ask them to cut one of the D-class hands off to see what was the extent of this healing thunder. To which it did heal the hand and seemed to not have any abnormalities when it was healed. Kensei frowns at the look of Dr. Kisuke had on his face the revelation that it would heal like that yet Dr Yoruichi from the other side had told the man to wipe that look off least he wanted to get in trouble. 

Just like that they managed to gather enough data to understand that the people probably used this device many times before. He had a whole file about the sounds of thunder and their effect. He will have to revisit this later, they were giving a message that a storm was rolling in. He had excitedly asked if there was by chance any thunder that came along with it, to which the monitoring group had agreed that there was. 

Well this certainly works in his favor since he had wanted to see if maybe the real thunder would trigger anything. Then he hears a soft yet fleeting voice “Too loud, too loud we are hurting.” He glances back at his shoulder slowly just to be sure he wasn’t hearing things but there was no one there. Some of the team members had those looks as well. So he was not going crazy- 

The ear splitting sounds of thunder crashing down on them. No one even had the chance to make a run for it when another thundering sound came down on them again. This chamber amplified the real thunder sounds even more than the ones created from the pillars. Kisuke stumbles trying to help out who he can save. 

Pulling the last person out, he collapsed on the floor. He can definitely feel his brain trying to heal inside his head, his eardrums as well. Already there were people rushing in from outside to help them is all he knew. But he did watch as the mechanism was moving again. The lotus petals seemed to be rearranging themselves and he saw something opening at the floor of the platform. Yet he wouldn’t get a good look when the chamber's door was forced closed by the arrival of MTF. 

This is very inconvenient was his last thought before he passed out. 

The light tickled in from the window. He grumbles softly, turning away to go back to sleep some more. “If I knew you were fine I shouldn’t have brought you here.” He hears ‘Ichigo’ said with a sigh rather than sounding worried, the man sounded annoyed. His eyes snap open when he remembers the precious events. “Is everyone ok?!” He sits up much to the doctor’s protest yet he doesn’t lay back down because he was fine. He is already healed, his eyes glimmers a slight green when he glared at the doctor. Ichimu dismisses the doctor before turning back to Kisuke. 

“Everyone's alright, eyes were damaged but not too much. You guys weren't the only ones, when that happened Yoruichi’s team got attacked as well.” Kisuke was almost off the bed before he was forcibly thrown back on his bed. “She is fine for now but she will be transferring out from this project when she recovers.” he sighs, shoulders dropping. Nothing really goes right when things seem to be going perfectly well. “What happened?” Ichimu looks at him like he was trying to find something, eyes slightly glowing but it goes away quickly. “The jars in her team's chambers were shattered from the thunder. It releases a lot of man-eating bugs. We were able to save who we can. But most is lost. Eaten to the bone when we manage to burn most of them away. We did capture a few and brought them into containment.” 

Man eating bugs? In the jars? What the hail were those people doing back then. “Dr. Sosuke was sent down to the new chamber that opened.” Kisuke frowns at that, well at least the chamber didn’t close and this has gotten a lot more complicated than needed to be. He scratched his cheek before he felt his hand being pulled away. “Bad habit, they found a bronze tree with engravings.” The redhead said softly just in case people were listening in. While they had bought out the hospital there were still some patrons from before that were still awaiting transfer out. 

A bronze tree? Like the one from the other time? Why is there one in China here too? And buried underground? Well that is not…”Did they have everything the same?” Ichimu nods slowly “We made sure to check for it ourselves. I will be sending in another team who had worked with that anomaly before here. So we can avoid damaging the veil again.” Kisuke sighs, laying back down on the bed. This was going to complicate more things if that is the case, but it also made a lot more sense because from what they had seemed so far. SCP - 5011 was a volatile one as he recalled before they had voted to suspend all testing and put into permanent lockdown containment. No one request for further testing was ever approved. It was something that was put into the computer system as a safe measure. Always to vote no and reject all proposals for more testing. 

“Sosuke is taking care of it?” Ichimu hums softly typing something into his tablet. “Depends on what you mean. They also bring the Scranton reality anchors to help. Because this bronze tree is….slightly different from the last.” He gets a questioning look from the light blonde hair man “You will see.” 

****

O5-2 had walked into the meeting they had set up again. Seems like only a few came this time and from what she knows O5-8 wasn’t even attending himself, just another of him. But she knows enough to tell the difference in the darkness. “We have gotten a report on the new SCP that there’s a bronze tree involved.” O5-13 had announced when she took her seat. Ah those damn things, she hopes this is the last one they find because dealing with them is unpleasant. To say nicely, “However we cannot suspend testing…..” A paused before he continued “Our mission’s cannot be stopped however.” He stopped and there were few murmurs around the room. O5-2 chuckles softly to herself because this was certainly a problem for their caused, which would potentially raise more suspicions from the Ethics Committee. 

Someone clicks their tongue as if everyone always shared the same thought. “We must find it even if we have to turn that place upside down.” O5-6 slams his hand down on the table because they had come too far to stop now. Indeed he was right though, none of them can disagree with it. “Calm yourself O5-6. We have already decided to put a time limit for when this project will be put into lock down. I’m sure O5-8 can take care of the problem if push comes to shove.” To which they hear a tap on the table, not an agreement nor a disagreement. “Very well O5-7 can write the report to them.” O5-13 said before they were gone and so were the rest of them. 

It would be a shame for them to fail now 

Ginrei read the report on what the O5 Council decided. Last time they put the testing to an immediate stop when they found out the effects of SCP - 5011. So why are they delaying it this time? He leans back on his chair with a frown, are they hiding something or waiting for something? He cannot determine which exactly it is. And the reports from Rukia and Renji aren’t much help since it was just normal. There was nothing suspicious on the site or maybe the O5 Council thinks there’s something different with this bronze tree? 

He hears a knock on the door, telling whoever comes in “Sir I got the reports from Rukia for this week.” A young man with bright orange hair and warm amber eyes walks in with a stack of papers in his hand. Their newest recruit, the young man had been a MTF with Nine tail fox but he was promising as he always upheld justice. So a decision was made to bring him into the Ethics Committee. Hoping that he would always seek the right from wrong in their own twisted way. 

Flipping through the reports he frowns when he sees that there had been an accident of sorts that happened on the Site. There wasn’t much detail given but there were few deaths. They had gotten the situation under control for now. He is worried for his granddaughter but they must get to the bottom of this. “Please Ichigo call an emergency meeting for me.” The young man nods before leaving his office with the door closing with a click. He knows his granddaughter is fine but he just hopes she isn’t in a bad shape. 

*****

“What do you mean they are putting a time limit on this before they will suspend the whole operation?” Shinji asks furiously after being put in the hospital for a few weeks. He had known that something went horribly wrong when he heard the ear shattering noise from below the chambers he had guessed. The MTF he had with him had dragged him out but he didn't escape everything because afterwards there was a swamp of bugs that came. 

It was chaos all around and he felt his own flesh tear by sharp so how he was alive was another question to be answered for another day. 

Kensei sighs, gesturing for him to quiet it down because it was not helping his eardrums for this man to be screeching like a banshee. “The higher ups sent the report today. So we must follow their orders.” Shinji groans, there goes his money “But why?” Watching how Kensei shrugs, unable to answer that question. “The higher ups ... .were never revered for their communication skills.” he mumbles looking around to make sure no one was here to hear that least he wants to get in trouble. “Look on the bright side, you can go home faster….” He really didn’t want to be the one to break news to the man. 

Today was the last day before they would return to the site. There was something in there that they had sent away most of the researchers and brought in a few new ones. Dr. Kisuke and Sosuke were allowed to stay because they were head of research. And their team held most of the information about the Site so far. He knows that there would be a mass scale interview with everyone before they are allowed to do anything. 

That was going to be boring as hell. 

And it went exactly as he thought, they were confined to their room before being called one by one to do their interview. 

The questions were standard and there were some people being dragged out. Kensei was sure it was to terminate them. Whatever happened in there most had caused something related to reality warp if he had to guess.

Upon returning to the site finally, everything looked the same, nothing out of order. It was as if whatever breach that had happened before never happened. This was something the Foundation was able to do well. Dr Kisuke comes back to brief them again about what they will be doing from here on out. Things had changed he said and they will be working directly under Dr. Sosuke. 

There was a lot of scanning of people as they walked in and out of the rift. He wonders why they needed to do that but no clear answer was given. 

Shinji found himself once again back at the murals, back to trying to figure out the story except now there were few more MTF lingering around. Guarding hallways and only people with certain clearance are able to pass through. Not that Shinji wanted to go down to see whatever the hell it is. 

Dr. Sosuke was leading the team down the hatch that had opened because of the previous events. He had told them to not want anything, anything that they are thinking ends there when they enter. Which was hard but one look from the man they kept themselves quiet. 

It was one set of stairs that seemed to be made of sturdy woods as they went down; more there seemed to be roots made of bronze material the further they went. Once getting to the end of the stairs. They see the roots where branches that spread out over a large area attached to a tree that had engravings all over it. 

At the center of it all was a throne and on that throne was a thing sitting there. There was a metallic smell coming from somewhere but Kensei cannot pin point where it was coming from. There were already people down there doing their research and he can see Dr Kisuke wandering from one station to the other. 

“This is Dr. Johnson, he will be the lead researcher from here on out. We are hoping to get everything done before this thing’s influence spreads.’ Dr Sosuke introduces an elder man who wore a blank look on his face. The man pointed to a few of the junior researchers and told them to leave because they would be in trouble. So they were forcibly removed or went willingly. 

Since Dr. Johnson will be leading the testing and research. That game Kisuke had plenty of time to do his thing. If he didn’t want them to notice him, then they wouldn't. A skill he learned long ago so he can make his way to places he shouldn’t be in. That’s when he found himself at a gold mine of research that the ancient people had gathered. 

Of course he definitely pocketed the book he came across hidden in a compartment on the floor. They were able to take the samples of insects and snakes being seemingly stitched together. Damn these people were doing a lot of stuff that he didn’t get a chance to do. 

“No please….please don’t go any further….” There’s that voice again as Kisuke was headed down the hall, but he doesn’t listen because when does he do it for his own self preservation. Except what was down there was nothing of interest. He had guessed that if these people were willing to stitch animals together, they would definitely turn on humans. Those flesh eating bugs were definitely a result of many of those experiments. How ruthless to think that they were. But that is just how humans are when they want something. 

There was nothing noteworthy here either, slowly he went through the room. A lot of organs stored in clear glass containers that looked like…..almost still alive? Well this certainly needs to be tested though. He takes one of them with him so he can have a reason for why they should take the rest of them after. 

Dr. Hirako was starting to put the story together. There was a queen once, she looked like she had the third eye. Used to start wars with other places to capture their humans and they do something to them….then what- He felt a hand touching his shoulder. “I’m almost done here.” 

He shrugs the hand off but it kept on his shoulder “Dr. Hirako. You are going to listen to me and listen well.” He stops when he hears the MTF that he had come to consider a sort of friend. He can hear the slow steps coming near him and wait so then who’s hand is it? “Don’t look, I got you….” The man approached with the gun raise, he didn’t want Dr. Hirako get hurt since the man was well respected around. 

Shinji tried his best to not let his heart jump out of his chest. Whatever it was that had a hand on him must be an SCP especially if the MTF didn’t notice till now. “Please don’t look…” He heard MTF say it again. “Please leave and never come back.” A haunting female voice said desperation laced in her voice. “What do you mean.” 

“Stop looking…please stop looking.” It seemed to start to scream 

The words rang through his head as he felt his consciousness slipping away. The last thing he remembered was screaming and a gun going off. 

Shinji wasn’t much of a dreamer and when he did have them, it was always nonsensical stuff with people and unfamiliar faces he didn't know. Never had he had a dream where there was a woman crying in front of him. She wore Han style clothing, but they were more ceremonial style than regular clothing. Her long black hair fanned out like a curtain around her and she was sobbing. Hands covering her face as she did. 

And she was telling him something 

“Please don’t look anymore….please don’t hurt me…please leave…save yourselves…” 

These words were repeated over and over again. The darkness slowly swallows up her form yet she doesn’t fight it except keep warning him or them. He doesn’t know how long he is trapped in that darkness yet every now and then he hears people talking to him. Talking about cardiac arrest and not sure if he will make it. 

What do they mean? Is he dead? Is he….he sees them. The murals they are….in him? He sees them they are moving 

He sees them, they are coming. The murals are lying there’s something wrong with the murals, They are hiding everything he needs to see what they are hiding. And he cannot take his eyes off of them. He also heard in the background shouts of ‘He is having a stroke!’ but he cannot pay attention to them because the murals are hiding. He needs to find the truth. He needs to wake up and the murals are laughing at him. He needs-

Waking up, he felt everything his body was hooked up to. Eyes wide and wild as he rips the needles from his skin. He doesn’t know if he had broken them but something is not right. The murals are lying and he is going to find out. He slips out of the tent quietly and making a run for the rift, he is able to evade the guards around and slip into the cave. 

Where the rift sat and he doesn’t hesitate to step inside of it. There was never supposed to be light inside of this place. How can something that is inside a structure have light without candles- he ignores that question and rushes to one of the murals. Digging his fingers into it and starting ripping at them. 

Just like the dream they were breaking, crumbling into dust as they fell around him. He cannot stop now. He cannot stop even if the people around him were trying to pull him off. To stop his destruction but he cannot right now. All those murals they had were lying but they were also showing him the truth. He wouldn’t see it before but now he can see. Everything was there for him to see. 

Dr Kisuke yells at the MTF to put the guns away as Dr. Hirako continues on his path of destruction. The man was ripping at the walls and it was starting to reveal what he would guess is the real paintings the people tried to hide. He seemed to have developed some sort of super strength as the MTF couldn’t stop him no matter how they tried he got shrugged off. “Sir we cannot stop him normally- We need tranquilizers!” One of the MTF said as more of them get thrown back by the man. 

“Yes, go get them ready. We need to get him to stop as soon as possible.” He was watching the murals revealing something that isn’t supposed to be there. Green eyes narrowing at what the murals truly reveal, guess he will have to act out of order. “Detained researchers Rukia and Renji in their tent. Get everyone out of here. I will handle this.” He said devoid of any emotion as he started walking to the golden hair man. 

This was the truth….this was the truth of this place. It was to- No no he cannot see this. This was only something only they can see, he knows what to do. Reaching for his right eye to tear it out. No matter what pain is, he cannot and most never witness this. He had sinned 

“May God forgive me…” He tears his own eye out offering it to the murals “May my sacrifice bring you joy may you forgive this lowlife-” Urahara knocks the man out and stomps on the eye. “Annoying piece of shit.” 

All around the Site descended the MTF Alpha-1 screaming and taking command over the Site. “Nobody moves! This site is under the O5 Council command! There had been a breach of containment!” 

Aizen opens a portal for Urahara to leave through that, the man dragging the slight mutilate body of Dr. Hirako. Not sure if some of them were done by O5-5 himself or by Shinji. “ ‘Ichigo’ is here already, we are terminating the upper half so we can retrieve what is needed-” Kisuke stops to give him a look. Those piercing cold emerald eyes before he smirks “Don’t worry I got it figured out already.” He smirks, patting his coat as a show that he already got what they needed. “I already got it. You kept them busy. Dr. Johnson is a smart man, too smart but he will be perishing here tonight.” Aizen chuckles as the man disappears beyond the portal they set up. He had disable all the Scranton reality anchors when Shinji had acted out, they were not taking any chances of this leaking out. 

He hears a few clicks of a light before he smells the minty cigar smell. ‘Ichigo’ was in front of him, taking a drag of the cigar. Holding it for a bit before turning to Aizen and blowing it on his face. “As of now we are expunging everything about this SCP except the essential details and only clearance level 5 is able to access it. Declare it neutralized.” He chuckles walking past O5-4, the man follows the long orange hair movements with his eyes before he leaves to do damage control. 

“All that is mine, all that is yours. I’m the devourer, complete annihilation.” He places his hand on the murals and starts walking. Everything behind him starts to decimate behind him and follows as he continues to drag his hand along until he reaches the rift. With a soft touch it too decimates along with himself. “What a shame.” 

Dr Johnson watches as everything around him is being destroyed to their very atom. He kneels in front of the figure that sat on the bronze throne. “May you lead me to our paradise, my king.” He bows down. 

Then nothing 

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The storm rages but it doesn’t mask the shrieks of the newly born baby, thunder clashing down with anger. A child of the storm his mother had once told him. When morning comes, the morning sun will wash away any remnants of the storm. Then his mother told him that he was a child after the rain sunshine. Her smile was full of mirth and he thinks she is the sunshine instead of him. 

He was the third prince of their great empire, he did not need to worry about truly learning to be the next king. After all his brothers had that covered and all he had to do was to act the part. Spending his days playing with his friend. The daughter of the East Wind Dukedom, they were thick as thieves. His father had once said that they would light the castle on fire if they did not have guards keeping them away from trouble. 

Today they had left the grounds of their protective outer walls, running amongst the normal children. To the farms outside, spending the day playing away without a care in the world. A childhood core memory when they saw the golden light of the sunset

Casting a warm glow through the fields where they stood. The Green eyed prince stood there watching till the sun had finally set yet he was content. Because fleeting moments like these are hard to come by and they leave so soon. So he appreciated it for as long as he could, he loved little happiness like this. 

Their empire expanded over a large region, technology unmatched. To be able to put time suspensions so no one can age over and retain their youth. Their death date is well chosen, so they live their lives to the fullest. Which is why no one was ever despair in their eternal empire, forever living, forever celebrating and forever. 

Never noticing how the cracks are already forming, the young prince always surrounded by love, never noticed. Because he was taught to love, to be happy with what they have and never be greedy. 

Yet despite setting their death date, his friend died young. They didn’t even get to watch the Blooming festival that they always go to every year. There was a celebration for her life, for the life that she had lived to her fullest. She was sent on her way with the most beautiful farewell surrounded by the very flowers she planted. They danced, they drank and they ate. The third prince left the party early, something inside of him was…breaking was the best way to describe what he was feeling now. 

Making his way to the outside fields the same warm glow welcomed him, yet it didn’t feel warm at all. Something in his chest hurt, like someone dug their hands inside and just twisted whatever they got their hands off inside. Falling to his knees, nails digging into the dirt and gasping for air. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, it's like he wouldn’t breathe at all. Unable to hold himself up anymore, his body crumbles to the ground. He gasps as he struggles to breathe, both hands digging deeper into the ground as he claws at the ground. 

Why is he feeling like this? Why wasn’t he happy like they said he would when seeing his friend go? The stars that he loved watching every night felt like they were mocking him at this moment. He doesn’t understand why he still feels like this, like like….He wouldn’t stop the loud wail that escapes him, a hand coming to hold his chest as he felt the twisting pain again. Is she happy in death as they said she would, leaving her family like this. Leaving him like this in pain. 

He doesn’t know how long he stayed there. In the grass field until his heart stop hurting, yet he still cannot feel happy because he doesn’t know what he is feeling now called. 

Watching the clouds that had gathered, another storm is coming. Just like the day he was born the storm will be veiled to hide his pain.

Why are humans so weak? 

He blinks like he finally opened his eyes. As if he went through life with his eyes closed and now they are opened. He is seeing things, he is questioning things and he is….understanding things. 

The third prince finally picked himself up from the ground, clothes muddled by dirt. Walking through the streets, seeing the cracks of their empire. The things they desperately hide. 

The darkness 

The pain 

The struggles hidden in plain sight. 

He most never close his eyes again 

He needs to help his people, he cannot let them suffer as he did. He sees the symptoms his friend had during her time before death. He finally understood that she was dying in her own silent way. Yet she was celebrating because that was what they had expected her to do. 

He saw plenty of people with those symptoms as he walked through the streets. He doesn’t even clean up when he storms into the throne room. The servants tried to stop him but he cannot, this cannot wait. They need to know, people are dying. A lot of them too. 

“Your Majesty!” He hunched over trying to catch his breath before speaking. He can see their eyes are worried yet he cannot focus because his mother too was dying. The Empress had an annoyed look on her face yet there was some worry in her eyes. She didn’t look sick yet unlike his mother, he couldn't help but feel anger bubbling underneath his skin. “What’s it_______?” His mother asked gently coming over from being at the emperor's side “People are dying! Out there people are dying. We must develop something to help them!” He finally says when he caught his breath.

Everyone shared a look between themselves, unsure how to break the news to the clueless prince. “Son…..we unfortunately do not have such knowledge. That’s why we live our life to the fullest everyday.” The third prince’s eyes widen before he turns to leave with a determined look on his face. “______ do not try to do anything. We got this handled.” 

The third prince doubts it but he leaves. Determine to find answers that would help him accomplish his goals to help his people. Then no one would have to suffer in silence to celebrate their life. 

The extensive library in the empire, he searched up and down. Down and up but never once did he find a way to help his people. Coming up empty, he wonders how they can create big cities with tall buildings that would never come down even during earthquakes. And moving vehicles. But to help their own dying people there was nothing they could do? 

He drags his feet back to his room after finding nothing, yet when he opens his room door. He found himself in a library instead. Freaking out he tries to look for a way out before he hears a hissing voice. “What you seek, little prince. It’s in this place.” The hissing voice said. A pull guides him to a specific section of the library quote ‘Medicine’ ‘Human Biology’ ‘The History of____ Empire.’ 

The hissing voice talked to him, helped him understand more than he ever would in his homeland. The serpent never showed itself, but he enjoyed their conversations. It speaks of what he is seeking, tells him the history of a place he has never been and a secret that he vowed to take to his grave. When It was time to leave this wonderful library. 

“Will I be able to come back one day.” The third prince was ready to open the door back to his homeland. 

“All you have to do is imagine the Wanderer’s Library behind any door and you will be here. The Green Eyed Prince Who Asked The First Question.” The Serpent hisses and he was home, it didn’t seem like much time had passed but he got to work. 

He looked at his retainer, the man had been with him for years and more. “If I did something morally bad Tessa I…..would you arrest me?” He one day asked the man when they were leaving the capital. His retainer shook his head and would reply that he would do anything his prince asked. So he did, he asked for people. To experiment his medicine on, so one day it would become useful to their empire.

His father would be proud. And he can save his mother from her doom fake. Her own suffering masked with a smile. The lies of his empire, nay this world put on itself. The thing that was keeping them suspended in time was the very thing that was killing them. He will become a doctor. Their savior as well as ushering in a new era, using all the resources he can get his hands on. 

It was coming out as a big mess as well, but he cannot stop now. He feels like he is real close to his answer when he leaves his latest experiment subject dissected on the table. “Tessai clean this up.” The third prince tells his retainer as he takes off his bloodied gloves. 

Whatever it was, it was in the blood. The suspension device was poisoning them in some way, and he had been experimenting with the new drug he had developed. 

Ah all these big words he learned not too long ago and he is already using them. The serpent would be proud that he was using the knowledge well. Besides he was kinda starting to like the dissection thing. It was…different from his usual lessons back at the palace. Seeing what makes a human, human. The weakness of humans, the bodies are too easy to break. Their skin is so soft, easily cut through. 

He needs to make them unbreakable, make it so they can never be cut easily. If the outside is a hard shell then the inside is protected. Still would it protect them from something of their own making? 

The third prince returned and they rejoiced, the third prince will become the new king they said. Because his brothers were dying, they are celebrating but he has developed his medicine. He will save them, he will be the greatest doctor. 

So why…..why was he held down like a prisoner waiting for their celebration of death. Why didn’t they want to be saved….he had saved himself when he used the medicine. In fact he was stronger. His wounds would heal when he cut himself. He cut hair off and his body mended itself. Wouldn’t anyone want this? To be strong, to live forever. So why is he being sentenced to death like this? An execution, not a celebration of death. The truth that his father didn’t want to understand. Nobody did because they are too caught up in their own lies. 

He cannot stop himself from letting out a scream of rage. Of frustration and betrayal. He just wanted to help so- 

The ground shakes, he hears the growling of monsters. They were coming, but who were the monsters? 

There was so much panic around him, he was still being held down by the chains but the city cannot stop monsters that had their skin hardened. He recognizes this monster in front of him, Tessai. He recognizes it by the hair he does to them. His overconfidence and lack of experience, he created monsters that are hard to kill. The weapons they develop cannot cut through the thick skin, Tessai tears him in half. 

His father had activated the end of the world, people are still celebrating their deaths. Except as they did, tears streamed down their face as they did. Why didn’t these people just scream in fear, why did he not fear them either. Why did he actually feel so proud he created something so….incredible. So hard to kill, he wouldn’t help but smile at his success. Maybe he just needed some tweaking in the future, if he doesn’t die here. But that was fine. Maybe he will be lucky and someone will find his work. 

He laid there on the floor as the flowers, blood and tears were spilt the ground opening up beneath them. 

The end of the world had come 

The first cataclysm 

The Green eyed prince dragged himself out of the pit of lava, his skin burning raw but he was regenerating. 

He had understand, he had cursed himself to meet the ghosts of the people he used to call friends

Over and over again 

There was so much he still needed to do, it seems like he still had time to fix his medicine since he is still here. The storm rages across the world, the door to the Wanderer’s Library opens for him 

“What knowledge do you seek, my Green eyed prince?” The voice hissed as he doesn’t look back at the ruins of his broken homeland.

Maybe this time he will chose his death date carefully

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Soft humming is accompanied by the sound of metal hitting against each other. As if someone is sharpening knives. Most be his girlfriend making breakfast- his eyes snap open and he tries to move. Finding himself unable to as he was strapped down to a cold medal table and by the looks of it he was also naked. 

One his vision had been cut off. Dark like he cannot see through it what happened. 

What is going on-

He doesn’t remember other than looking at the murals- 

He cannot remember what the murals are, he needs 

He needs to get out, struggling against the restraints hoping they would break. 

“Kisuke, your dead man here is dying.” He hears a soft yet deep voice speak right next to him. He lets out a whimper as the person leans over and he sees an eyeful of orange long hair. The person smiles before moving out of sight again. Something about that smile is sending a chill down his spine and the person looked familiar yet he cannot place where he saw them. As if he wasn’t already freezing. 

But wait did he say Kisuke? Like Dr Kisuke, is he going to kill him? Why is he doing this? He struggles with renewed strength yet it is futile. The face of Kisuke comes into his view with a soft smile. “I know you are scared Shinji…..but it's ok. What you saw it’s still in your mind. We must remove it to save you.” He shakes his head desperately when he sees the man pulling out a syringe. Gently tapping on it to get rid of the air bubbles. “His eyes need to go.” He hears the person from before saying. 

Why- what is happening. He is scared to die. He doesn’t want to die. “Ssshh Shhh Shinji. You are not dying. You are being helped.” He feels the needle being inserted into his arm. Yet he cannot stop it from happening. He was expecting to pass out or something yet he is awake. “We will donate one of our eyes then. We can then keep track of if we lost him.” He hears the sickening sounds of the eyes being torn out then put somewhere. 

They are going to turn him into a monster, he is never going to escape from their grasp. He whimpers, tears streaming down his face trying to struggle again but he cannot move. What did he inject him with- 

He feels a hand on his head, did they cut his hair- It took years to grow it out long- These bastards. “It’s ok darling, don’t cry. When I'm done with you. Life will be different as you are too. Now I want you to feel this instead of putting you under. Pain makes you strong, I hope you will come to understand that.” He feels a sharp scalpel on his arm. He wants to pull away but he cannot. “Well, I will leave you to Urahara. This will be the first one in the last few centuries. Then you have more work.” Footsteps started leaving and that made Shinji’s heart beat faster than ever.

 A whimper of fear escapes from him when he sees Kisuke turn back to him with a sadistic smile showing all teeth. The scalpel cuts into his arm and he screams. He feels his skin being carefully flayed open carefully avoiding the veins and a needle inserting into the exposed red meat of his arm. The green eyed man stops for a second before going to bring another syringe. “This could possibly hurt Shinji but you will sing for me mmm?” He doesn't get a chance to protect before he feels the needle piercing his eyeball. 

He screams 

And screams 

The pain never stopping

Until finally he is out 

The thing about humans is. They are so weak. Their skin breaks too fast and so is their body. And last but not least, their mind. Once everything is broken what else is left there. A Soul but a soul cannot live in a broken body. A Soul needs a strong body that can hold them years to come. It’s only too bad that the other O5’s had their own type of ‘immortality’, otherwise he would have loved to share his gift of “Miracle Medicine.” 

Least he managed to perfect his medicine throughout the years. He just has to put this subject to work. It would become his most beautiful piece of artwork, his magnum opus. One that would never break yet able to last for more testing. He cannot help the giggle that escapes from him before turning into a full laugh. He wants to disfigure this body and make it into something more fitting to his image of beauty. Perhaps it’s too soon for that to happen. As his vision of beauty is quite different from the normal.

He slowly works his way around cutting and being careful to not damage the skin. Finally when he gets to the brain, he opens the skin around the skull before cutting it open to remove the tainted parts. 

Except those tainted parts just need to be changed a bit before he puts them back after all. They will come in handy. Then he pulls out the other that was still attached to the man. Looking over at the ‘Ichigo’’s eyes, one that belongs to the white ones and a regular ones. It’s quite a gift and he cannot waste it. He must make sure to be careful to reattach them carefully back into the eye sockets and gently get the extraocular attachment to those beautiful eyes. He chuckles “Forever you will be cursed like me. Except one day you will perish sooner than I’m because my death date is still too far.” He sighs moving back to the brain. The skin had started to heal, right his medicine was already starting to work. Shame but it was necessary if Shinji needed to stay alive for him. 

When he first saw the man in a historical convention. He had wanted to turn the man into his greatest work. He never told anyone about this since it was none of their business. And it was his luck that they had requested him to join them. The SCP Foundation has truly blessed him, otherwise he would have gone to join the Sarkicism just so he can do this. O5-8 gave him quite the look when he returned from annihilation. As if he already knew what would happen to the poor man. Instead of returning him home safe and sound. Urahara was never known to be a good person despite how others see him. He was a twisted individual who brought many civilizations down because of his need to change humans. 

O5-4 understands him but the man had his own set of loose morals and already knew that Urahara was a loose cannon. Their games as addicting as it was, cannot quell his madness. The child had long been lost to the storm. 

But then again, he starts working on getting rid of the undesirable parts of the human. Then putting what he desires into it. 

The O5 Council had always hated his way when it came down to this. While their fates are more intertwined than they liked to admit. Same with the big boss. They often opposed his ways yet he is the one who freed them from their obsession. While now they aren’t exactly human anymore. They are beings chained to fate still much like him. Fate that they can never escape until their mission is complete. 

Their mission is almost within reach, their fates are tightening around their necks more. And they are ready, even if it meant letting O5-5 do something that he was never allowed before. Well that was very vague since if he wanted to, they cannot stop him anyways. 

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Shinji….that’s what the man said his name was. Sat in front of the mirror strapped to the chair, he doesn’t know what he is looking at because his eyes are covered. The cheerful man had said that he can see now with his permission. So he wants to see because the man had described in great detail about the world around him. 

He wants to go see the world as described through the words of this man. He doesn’t know what to call him really. The man had said that he rebuilt him to be better. To be stronger than the weak. Yet he never gave why. So he never asked because like the man said. Does it matter? 

Urahara watches with great joy at unveiling the world to Shinji. The world he had said was beautiful is nothing but a cruel lie. A lie that he wants to see his magnum opus come to the understanding that. His words are a lie and see what he would become. That is true beauty. 

One gold with black sclera and one brownish amber eyes stared back at him. Something about this was wrong. Someone in the back of his mind is saying that he cannot trust this man. That he will kill him yet he doesn't. The man only looked at him with gentle eyes and suddenly he had forgotten what he was thinking about. “Do you like how you look?” He asked softly to fix his golden hair into place, it was a short straight cut around his neck. He thinks it looks good yet he feels he is a little bit too pale. It doesn’t look right but he doesn’t say because this man was happy. So he guesses he has to be happy too. “I think I look good?” 

The man gave a gentle pat on his head, there’s a tickle at the back of his head. He didn’t think much of it but the man seemed to frown at that. He gets his right hand free, a pill is pressed into it. He knows that he will swallow it, so he does. He is then put to sleep by the man to go get fixed up he said. 

O5-6 was often if not always in the military being a drill sergeant training the new recruits. He loves to see these normal young men be trained into men who would protect their country. Be the pride of the country, be proud to die for the country. This is what it means to be a proud American. Besides he does not agree with the current president right now and while he holds the higher authority. He doesn’t find joy in ordering them around too much. He has already done that for a long while and it gets boring. 

So when he received a call from O5-5 about needing help. He of course went to go help, he wasn’t expecting much considering he had to lower his expectations a long time ago. Throwing on his favorite brown bomber jacket, some cargos and his well loved combat boots. He gets on the helicopter heading for the coordinates that O5-5 had sent him. “Mr. Jones! How are you doing today?” The pilot asks, “Oh peachy dude! Let’s go go go!” 

It was in the middle of a suburban area, there were so many normal people here. Why did he call him here? The place was at the edge of the gate community, waving goodbye to the pilot and laughing out loud as he fell before breaking his fall with a few rolls. Nothing too broken that he isn’t already healed from. Except the dislocated left shoulder which wasn’t a problem when he just pushed it back into place. Now let’s see what he wants, starts banging on the door like he is owed some money.

A gentle looking woman opens the door dressed in a red dress. “Hello Mr. Jones, follow me please.” She closes the door after he steps him, stuffing his hands into his pocket 3 steps behind her as she leads him to a built in elevator. Stepping himself she bows before the doors close to take him down to the lower levels he guesses. She was the one who pushed the button for him after all. The fucking elevator had the worst music too. O5-5 is honestly the worst knew exactly how to pissed them off. And this would probably be the first time he would see the man himself. After all, those puppets cannot fool his eyes, they might have fool some but never him. 

Play the fool, play the child and they will underestimate him. That’s how he had taken control over the highest form of authority within the USA’s government. The moment they start underestimating him is the moment he won. 

Honestly also how long is this damn thing going to end, he drops his smile for a second pulling out the gloves he had in his pocket and putting them on. Flexing his fingers to get the gloves to fit just right. When the door is opened, he walks out inspecting what he sees in front of him. 

One he would guess to be O5-5, the man had on a green samue and black haori, with a bucket hat that shadowed his eyes. Yet the green piercing eyes seem to be glowing are hard to miss. He held a katana he would guess except like the usual ones, this one seems to end like a razer edge instead. Interesting, then there’s another man on the other side of the room looking rough up. He can see the bruises forming on the man’s pale skin, despite looking like a normal man one would say. There was something uncanny about him, maybe it’s the eyes. He would guess this was Dr. Hirako whom they had declared dead when O5-8 neutralized the SCP. 

Seemed like the man wasn’t exactly there, probably O5-5 had messed with his head. One of the best torturers of their time he had decided after what happened that one time. 

“Did you have a good ride?” He whistles and nods. “Sure dude. Whatcha need?” He adopts the current slang of the generation. One of the few things to keep himself busy. “Would you mind training my little pet?” He looks over at the man standing up straight with hands behind his back. Looking at him up and down. “Sure I can roughen him up a bit.” He snickers with the bright smile he is known for. The man narrows his eyes at Alfred, like an angry cat. He hears the O5-5 leave to go to a safer distance from them. He gets into his fighting stance with both fists raised, the man moves fast. 

Probably expecting to end it quickly but he dodges and smacks the sword from his hand, he tries to pull a gun on him. He takes it before the man can blink and rips it like paper. Because it was paper to him, no metal had ever held him back unless he wanted it to. With the bullets in his hands he throws them. Turning them into bullets without the need for the gun. One of the bullets rips through the man’s thigh but that didn’t seem to bother him one bit. 

Hah! O5-5 probably killed his pain receptors, poor things must have been subjected to so much pain that at one point it all just shuts down. Then you just live in pain. That’s just how the world is. The golden-haired man tries again to land a hit on him again, he yanks his hand and knees him on the chest before slamming him down on the ground hard enough that the broken body bounces for a bit before going limp. His eyes trails over to O5-5 who had sat down on a loveseat with a smirk on his face. It’s not over he guesses but he will play along. 

He turns his back to his foe something he had taught many to never turn their back to their enemies until you are sure they are dead. But he will entertain them this time. Shinji tries to hit this man just once, but he gets backhanded before he can do it. He groans softly before he cannot hold onto consciousness anymore. And he is gone. 

Alfred looks down at the man who seemed to be passed out. Though if he didn’t know better. He could have thought that the man was dead with too slow of breaths. He shrugs, striking blue eyes meets green. “Was that satisfying?” The man laughs, snapping his fan open “That was good, won’t you train him?” Alfred chuckles, crossing his arms “Now why would I do that? I have nothing to gain.” He watches how those green eyes narrow for a bit then stands up to go meet him. “You are right you don’t but wouldn’t you want to play a bit. I know you have been bored. So why not put that excessive energy to better use.” Urahara can see the gears turning in his head, the hero of war always liked a challenge. He sees the boyish smile turn into a devilish grin “Then you better pay for food. I eat a lot.” 

He turns away to make a call for them to know that he would not be bothered for the next few days. “Well I hope your pet can learn in 5 days because I have things to do.” He licks his lips tugging on his gloves, he cannot wait to turn this boy into a fighter. 

*****

O5-8 watches how O5-5 leaves the golden hair pet he kept for the past while on the side of the Xcution warehouse for them to find. The man gently rubs his thumb across those cheeks before the man lets go. 

“You are going to use him to kill us?” ‘Ichigo’ ask opening another pack of cigarettes. “As if you aren’t doing the same thing.” Touche ‘Ichigo’ chuckles while pulling out one of the cigarettes. Seemed like this was his….what 4th pack today? He would ask how he is still alive but of course man can never die that easily anyways. “More like adding some spice to our game. I want to see what he would become when faced with the cruelty of the world.” The redhead huffs disappear when he turns rather than to take the car they were coming with. 

The driver raises a brow when he gets in “To your residence please Mugetsu.” The red eyes look at him for a split second before they turn back to the road. 

Urahara finds himself at the office of ‘Ichigo’ who’s nowhere to be seen. He lays down on the comfortable couch to rest his eyes. The place was heavily guarded by the many vessels of ‘Ichigo’ and he was only allowed to come to the office so far. They still don’t trust him after all these years. But he wouldn’t help it when he gave out their location last century to the GOC and raided it himself as well. Man it was actually fun to see the cute anger in those amber eyes. 

The double door to the office opens and ‘Ichigo’ finally walks in, he seemed to look more agitated than when he left him to have a long car ride by himself. “You seem better days.” Those eyes glare at him as if saying you don’t say. He takes a seat at the raised platform office chair behind his dark wooden desk. Going straight work by going through the documents on his desk. Urahara frowns at that, really he came all the way here just to get ignored? Well damn ain’t he an asshole. 

Pushing himself onto his feet, he slaunders over sitting on the expensive looking desk. Of course avoiding the computers knowing damn well if they get messed up. He will never get off ‘Ichigo’ blacklist he had for people. Which would result in a terrible time because he had been in one for like a few years, the worst few of his life. For the dramatics. “Where’s Aizen?” He asked leaning in to see what ‘Ichigo’ was working with. Another plan to build a hotel along a beach in Costa Rica? That is nice and a big money maker. “Doing damage control still because of your damn pet. Haven’t had the chance to see him.” Urahara looks confused for a second before remembering yea. Aizen was supposed to be alive while he and the others were dead. Damn no more bantering for the sake of bantering. 

“Oh yea I totally forgot about that. Damn. So how are the preparations going?” He rests his weight on his right as he sits on the table. ‘Ichigo’ hums softly “Soon.” He places his pen down before swirling around to look outside the class windows of the office. “We will finally accomplish our mission. The Ethics Committee is on the move as well after that stunt with the Red Right Hand. I’m already taking care of them on my end.” Finally bringing himself back to look at Urahara in the eyes after years of not. How long had that been? He doesn’t care for the passage of time. 

Those green eyes are just as unsettling as ever. He prefers it when the man uses the gray eyes. “So are you here because you want to know what your dog is doing or what?” A scowl ever present on the redhead’s face “Are you jealous?” Kisuke teases trying to get across the desk as if ‘Ichigo’ will let him. Stopping his advances by placing a foot on his face “For what? Jealous of you?” He hears the cigarette being put out before he gets shoved back by the foot. “Go home, finish your preparations. I need to finish this.” He hears tapping on some papers to the right of them.

Falling on his ass Urahara groans, picking himself off the ground. He picks up the hat dusting it off before putting it back on. “Since you are going to be dick about it then nevermind.” He hears a huff and the clicking of the lighter going on. “Oh so you wanted a quick fuck…mmmm… no.” He gets flipped off before the man leaves. Bring another cigarette to his lips. “I wonder….” He leans back on his chair, head tilted back to rest on the chair. His eyes closed and he wondered. 

*****

Staying late for Ginrei was normal, he had been working overtime with the amount of work coming through especially with how many people they had risked. It shouldn’t bother him, he was not the person he started in the Foundation. Yet with how the O5 Council has been acting he cannot help but worry. At this rate if they keep going down this path, they might need to deploy The Law’s Left Hand on them. 

There was a knock on the door, a familiar routine that it had come to know no matter what time of the day is. There’s always that familiar knock. “Hello grandfather.” Rukia greets with a big smile as she enters the room, the door closing behind her. “Hello Rukia, have you been well? After that…mess that the O5 Council caused.” She took a seat on the chair in front of his desk. “There was a bronze tree, why was it…so important that they came to take over like that?” She asks quietly ever since she came back, everytime she tries to look at any files regarding it. It says that she didn’t have enough clearance for them, and the Ethics Committee was known to be able to access all Level 5 clearance. 

That was very concerning to her, she had been looking into it yet no answer ever came up. “There was…an incident involving that certain SCP. It's better not to talk about it. The less you know the better it is.” He pushes some documents for her to review. Before another knock was at the door. A mop of red hair pops in with a cup of tea. “I noticed you are still here Ginrei sir. I brought some tea.” Rukia frowns feeling as if she had seen him before, but where. “Oh I didn’t know you had company.” Ginrei waves his hand as if telling him to not worry about it too much. Since the young man didn’t know it either. “This is Rukia, she is one of our best.” He smiles, holding his hand out for her to take. 

She smiles back reaching to shake his hand. “Please to meet you. My name is Ichigo” She nods before he leaves the room. 

Looking back at Ginrei who seemed to enjoy the tea Ichigo brought in. “When did he join?” He places the cup down on his table “About a month ago?” Something about that doesn’t sound but she stops asking because there was no need for her to question things. “If I'm not wrong he was once part of the MTF Epsilon- 9.” Her eyes bulges almost dropping her papers. “You mean the fire eaters?” He nods stroking his beard before she laughs “Not going to lie, something told me he was a bit of a firecracker like that.” They share a laugh before Rukia heads out the door and tells the elder man to not stay out too late. 

On the other side of the town, the Xcution finds the man they had dumped on the side of the building. They bring him in for a check up since the man looked pretty beat up and looking unnatural. Ginjo, the leader of the group, waits outside while they have a doctor come and look at the man. When the doctor came out, he looked grim. 

They were given a report on what kind of injuries the young man had sustained. “You are saying he was cut apart?” Rurika had horror written all over her face, as if they hadn't done something worse than that. Ginjo tugs on her arm to get her to sit down. “Though to think he is able to be alive until now. It’s a testament of his will.” The old doctor prescribed them some painkillers. Afraid that his patient would be in pain when he wakes. 

Blinking his eyes, he slowly wakes up. Vision blurry as he did, feeling around the soft bed. He had never slept on something soft ... .no he had slept on something soft before- His head hurts and his master always gave him medicine for it. 

A loud crash in the room they had set up for their patient is, the rushes in to see half the room almost destroyed completely. “What happened-” The golden haired man quickly gets into his fighting stance that someone had taught him. He cannot recall their faces except for the icy blue eyes that shone brightly with sadistic satisfaction. “Umm boss, I don’t like that look on his face. He looks feral and ready to kill us.” Yukio mumbles, stepping behind Ginjo to break the line of sight to him. In case he needs to call for backup or make a run for it. 

Ginjo couldn’t stop the eye roll from happening when he sees Yukio do that. A dramatic child despite the scowl he always wore. He slowly approaches the man trying to treat him like a feral cat. “Easy now…easy now you are safe…everything’s going to be fine, relax..relax.” He helps the man sit on the bed that was thankfully not destroyed. Just then he notices one of the eye from the man was an abnormal colour. A bright golden yellow with black sclera “Do you need some painkillers?”The man looks at him before he starts laughing. 

Without the medicine that damn doctor gave, he remembered. Everything except the parts of being in the lab and the faces of those bastards. Tears slid down his face as he did yet he wouldn’t also stop laughing. His world was destroyed and he knew he would never go back to the life he was used to. 

He would put them in danger because he would never know if he is being watched. He finds it so funny, the fact that those around him knew he would never escape from the Foundation. A handkerchief is handed to him which he gladly takes. After calming down, they sat in quiet silence before he looked at the people who helped him. “Let’s take down the SCP Foundation. They did this to me.” The gold eye shining as he said. Seems like the one thing the green eyes monster was wrong about is that sometimes the human mind is harder to break than he thought.

Ginjo gasps before he smirks “Thought you never ask.” 

*****

Ichigo was working on reviewing the reports that came through his desk everyday. While he is not one of the ones who had reached level clearance 5 yet. He is fine without it to be honest. It just means less paperwork. Honestly he doesn’t know why he would ever leave the fire eaters and be here to do this boring work. 

Playing with fire was certainly more fun ugh. He taps on the keyboard slowly trying not to die of boredom because of this boring bs. “I can see your eyes going in different directions, Ichigo.” He snaps into focus looking over at Rukia whose desk was in front of his. “You didn’t see anything. I need more coffee.” He mumbles standing up with his cup edition of ‘higher ups were never revered for their communication skills.’ “Let me come with you!” Rukia struggles to follow with her short legs but when she does he chuckles making her give him a dirty look. 

Walking into the break room, they find Dr. Sosuke looks like the guy went through hell and has only been surviving on coffee. The guy tried his best to offer them a smile as he poured himself another cup of coffee. “Who’s that?” Ichigo whispers look at the man just hogging the coffee machine right now. 

“That's Dr Sosuke, though I don’t know why he is here since his office is like across the site…” Rukia tried to not look too weird about whispering back and forth between them. They watched Dr. Sosuke at one point just took the whole coffee pot with him and didn’t have the heart to stop him. The man looked way too out of it and Rukia knew he lost a good friend on the expedition. They lost a lot more yet it was best not to dwell on it. 

They have already done many terrible things, this is just another one to add to that list. “Wait, wasn't he the guy who was one of the few survivors of the thing that you guys went to?” She nods, going to the snack drawer to get something to munch on. Ichigo tried to find another coffee pot so he could make another batch of coffee. Opening and slamming drawers back and forth. Before he found one, washing it and started on a new pot of coffee. “Damn kinda sucks cause he is forced to work still and not able to mourn his friend.” Rukia gives him a pointed look for him to stop talking before someone overheard and one thing you learn is the less you talk the better even if a lot of people are gossiping like crazy around here. 

He sighs, going back to watch the slow drip of the coffee. What a party pooper, man he wonders if he should ask for a transfer because being an Ethics Committee isn’t all that crack up to be. He rather be back in the field besides dying on the field is an honor in its own way. “Are you really going to just stand there?” Ichigo hums, running his finger back and forth across the counter to keep himself entertained. Because he had forgotten his phone back at the desk and like he didn't want to come back to see someone had taken the coffee he had painstakingly brew. 

Though there had been something that was bothering him for a while now. The O5 Council had been trying to hide something from them for years. And he wants to find out what they are hiding. Then bring the justice hammer down on them, the ridiculous of them to think they are going to get away with that. 

Rukia observed the redhead from where she sat, a sharp grin on his face. Munching on the chips she wonders what he is thinking about. Her mind drifted back to the question her brain had been screaming at her for. There was no smell just like Dr Sosuke and it’s really unsettling when it comes down to it. However every time it’s just as if she forgets to ask the right questions……what kind of questions again? 

It was almost 30 minutes before Ichigo finally finished brewing his coffee and the guy seemed to have too much of a sweet tooth. Judging by how much creamer he was dumping into it. Rukia frowns watching the liquid turn pale brown. “Why don’t you just drink creamer instead?” She looks very disappointed at the state of the poor coffee in that cup. “Whatcha talkin about shorty? It’s good coffee.” He said around the cup before a shit eating grin spread across his face as she tried to punch him. Which he easily dodges and weaves around the room as she chases after him. 

Looking at the stack of paper that he still needed to go through, Dr Sosuke was honestly about to dose it with gasoline and burn it. Fuck Urahara for doing this to him. And fuck the Council to give him the amount of work because one of the only few with valuable data to give. Then Fuck the Ethics Committee for their stack of bullshite. Why aren’t they having their lackey do it instead of him? 

He runs a hand through his hand, he had been doing that a lot these past while. Only thing that saved him was the damn coffee. It’s the worst when he is the one who had to do it, should have shoved Dr Kisuke out so he can deal with this bullshit. 

Biting on the end of the pencil, he is going to put a hit out for himself. Even Bright hasn't dared to step near his office. For the reason that he was ready to throw hands if someone tried to bother him. 

He sighs to himself, he needs to calm down for now. ‘Ichigo’ and Urahara are already taking care of the preparation so the rest of them just have to play their part when the time is right. He had already drafted an order to hold back MTFs so the Ethics Committee will have a harder time mobilizing them efficiently. Besides he got to have his fun too. He doesn’t doubt that Urahara isn’t already taking care of their biggest problem. 

Chuckling he drops the pen on the papers, he wonders what has become of Dr Hirako. O5-5 looked way too excited last time they parted. While the man is known to have very expressive expressions when it comes down to excitement. But none of them can beat the serious yet silent type. That’s when you know he is really going to do something that you rather not know. 

Knowing is a powerful thing. When they know, they will question and when they question. Ideas will start to spread, that’s what this human society has been built upon. One of the few reasons he had stayed around to witness humanities accomplishments. He wants to see what’s next and what they can become with a slight change to their reality. Thinking about it, Rukia seemed to almost hang on the edge of being able to break through them. But they are too powerful so every time she is close she gets put further back. 

Sosuke is sure that he has been trying to find an answer to that as well. But for them to move around freely must be quite troublesome. A shame but he is just a witness. The three King’s chess pieces on his desk that he liked to play with. He picks one of them up before placing it on the top platform that holds his screens up. 

The alarms started sounding, he didn't bother to get up. This was just another normal Tuesday. There’s always something happening, and he trusts that they will be able to get it under control easily. 

Except he might have spoken too early. The door to his office gets thrown open, he looks up slightly from his paperwork then back down at it. “Nothing going on here. Go away, can't you see I’m busy.” It was just one of the Foundation’s groups of interest. He had expected this to happen in a way he also expects them to just walk past his door and let him be. “You are going to speak asshole.” He feels a gun pressing against his forehead. He doesn’t move and continues writing on the paper. “Fuck your work.” He smirks slightly when he hears the familiar voice of Dr. Hirako and the papers get shoved off his desk. 

Finally he looks up to face them and so does the gun that follows his movements. “Oh my you seem to have seen better days Dr. Hirako.” He meets those mismatched eyes and he can definitely recognize that they belonged to them. The golden-haired man grits his teeth slightly to see Dr Sosuke treating him like a child. “Drop the act you bastard, where’s fucking Kisuke?” Slamming his hand on the table yet not getting the reaction he wanted. Sosuke kept his composure as always. He will have to do something drastic if he is going to make him talk, and he will break him like that mad man had done to him. 

Maybe if he hurt someone close to him then he will come out from hiding. Dr Sosuke doesn’t suppress the snicker that leaves him “Didn’t you hear? He is dead along with the neutralized SCP-7039. You don’t seem too well. Would you like me to check on you? You must have hurt your eye.” He points to the black and gold eye the man was sporting. He wondered if he should have pushed some more because Shinji looked like he would have popped a vein. He is right it seems so, Urahara definitely changed this man. He just wonders how much, but does it matter? Not really other than his own curiosity. 

The man takes the gun and presses it tighter against his forehead. “Don’t play with me! I will kill you so start talking.” Such an unruly child, he glances at the paperwork on the floor and smirks. “Go on, press the trigger. I have nothing to lose. Will get me out of doing paperwork.” Those mismatched narrows wondering what the fuck was wrong with this man. 

He didn't fear death and something in those hollow brown eyes said exactly that. Threats doesn’t work but they might just have to torture him for information. “You are comi-” He cuts off when a loud explosion goes off and another. “Sir we have to go-! There’s a mad man coming this w-” The man wouldn’t even finish before another explosion went off sending the pieces of flesh into the room. He hears a tired sigh by the brown hair researcher as some of the gore and debris landed on the papers. 

Really? That’s what bothers this man. What the fuck is wrong with him. No actually he knows. Everything is wrong with him. They hear a laugh a few doors down and he thinks they should clear out now before they get a front roll seat on an explosion. 

Shinji picks up one of their agents with his left hand and glares at Dr Sosuke who had gone to pick up the papers scattered on the ground. “This isn’t over yet!” 

“I wouldn’t doubt it sweetheart.” A shiver went down his spine because it was damn disgusting and he was out of the office.

Putting the papers in neat stacks when he hears footsteps approaching. A familiar hair color pops in “Anyone alive?” He clears his throat to alert him. The man smiles nodding at him “Oh good Dr Sosuke, I was worried. You might want to fix this big hole on the wall. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. Talk to ya later.” Before continuing on to check if there were still more people alive. So that’s one of their plans, he hadn't paid attention to when they were at the break room but he had a guess. Looking at his coffee he sighs again. So much for drinking some more, maybe he should really take a nap then deal with the reports later. 

Now that’s a plan 

Except where could he sleep damn 

What a terrible day to be alive. 

*****

Ginrei rubs his forehead to keep a headache from coming, he still had reports needing to be checked but most of his office was destroyed by the Xcution group. Now they were moved to a different site till they finished rebuilding the old one. Least there wasn’t that bad of containment breach. And they weren’t sure if some probably got neutralized by the fire and explosion of a certain redhead cause. 

He opens the door to the office he will be residing in for a while. He takes a seat behind the desk not noticing there was a figure behind him. Waiting for him to arrive before he was shot point blank from the back of his head. 

The shot was heard through the site and people rushed in to find Ginrei dead on his desk. An assassination. Yet there was no trace. 

Ichigo frowns when he arrives at work the next morning to a different site. There were whispers and the atmosphere seemed grim. Coming up behind Rukia he taps her on the shoulder to get her attention. “Yo Rukia, what's up?” He tries to smile but it drops when he sees her red eyes. Like she had been crying for a while, he can hear the sniffling from her before he looks away. “Ginrei is dead….my grandpa is dead.” He frowns at information taking a bit to process before eyes widening. He wants to say something but with everyone around them. 

She tugs his sleeve leading him to a conference room. Seems like all the big shots from the Ethics Committee are there and by one of the people who seems to have a shadow casted on them. He could guess he must be one of the O5 who’s the ambassador in the Ethics Committee. Guess they really live up to their names of being unseen people in the shadows. 

They went over about the assassination, about who would have possibly done it. There were some accusations thrown at the O5 Council but it gets refuted by the member who was in there. Stating they had no reason to ever hurt one of the Ethics Committee, so the topic was dropped because if they had said some more. Then the O5 Council would know that they had been looking into them and they would even hide what little track they left behind. 

Ichigo glares at the O5 who had been quiet for a while, not really joining in on the discussion. He wonders if the person is just brushing over the details and importance of this meeting. They don't seem to even care about a senior ethics committee dying on site. These cruel monsters and he will bring them down. 

Once the meeting is over he rushes out getting to work. To find any evidence about the O5 Council so they have a good reason to mobilize MTF Omega-1. He goes through many files and hack into the system which he did not have much trouble with. He might need to bring it up to the cyber security bunch about inputting more safety measures. 

He didn't find anything that night, however he would not give up now. Because they are up to something…something very bad that they are willing to kill anyone to accomplish. So he gets to work tirelessly days and night just to dig up any dirt on them. 

Back at the previous site that had already been rebuilt finally. Sosuke finally managed to finish the reports. He lets out a happy sigh when he drops it with the rest of the stacks. He stretches his arms and told himself he should be rewarded with a 5 minute nap. 

Then another alarm goes off. 

He is going to kill Urahara for this bullshite because his damn mutt is causing this.

So no doubt that he would be here to try and get him to talk again. Well he wonders if he would send them on a wild goose chase. Or maybe he would mess with them with a memetic agent through words. His door gets kicked down this time, at least he agreed to a cheap door considering he already knows what will happen. In comes the person he had been waiting for, still not making an effort to greet him because who cares. 

“You know why I'm here Dr. Sosuke.” He wonders if Urahara did something to this man’s brain because he was still calling them doctors or agents. “Do I not warrant a hello from you? How rude.” He sighs slumping down on the chair, closing his eyes. “Quit your games and tell me where he is. I know you know!” He avoids a punch thrown by the man whom he guesses by the stance probably was taught by The American. “And I have answered but you do not listen child. As well as asking the wrong questions.” He grabs Shinji’s arm and flips him easily to the ground. He stands up from the chair, Shinji groans not expecting the man to be able to throw him like this. Gasping when he feels a foot stomp on his chest. Knocking the breath out of him but he doesn’t let go.

Aizen keeps him there under there with a smirk, “So weak princess, no matter how much you think you have a chance. You are still weak. Maybe one day you will get there but I wonder how long that will take.” He rubs his chin before he leans down to take the gun strapped to the other’s thigh. Applying more force on chest as he did so he definitely broke some bones in there especially by the wince on his face. 

Instead of pointing the gun at him like Shinji had expected. Instead of brown hair, the man smiles his gentle smile that seemed so fake. Points the gun to his head and pulls the trigger as he yells “No-!” The body of the man drops on top of him, splatting brain matter on his clothes. 

He doesn’t have time to dwindle when he hears the MTF coming and if he is right then it would be the Nine tailed fox bunch based on what Xcution had their data based. He dodges out of sight before slipping into an empty room. He thinks he might have a broken bone by how weird it felt around his chest area. He sighs looking to see if there was anything useful in the room however there was nothing he could use. But he does take a flash drive which he pockets before he is ready to leave this god forsaken place. 

They will take this place down….then….then what- 

No he doesn’t have time to question that yet, he will bring them down. No matter what, before he can leave a hand grabs his arm which he was ready to cut the throat of. But stops when he sees Kensei. “Dr. Hirako! You are alive….” He trails off taking in the other’s appearance. The man had a haunted look in his eyes that said he had horrors beyond his imagination and more. Shinji looks away while they kind of become close before everything but now he doesn’t want them to see him like this. 

“Retire from the Foundation. It will be going down.” To the other hoping maybe he would let the others know before he leaves quickly. 

Once returning to their base he stomps inside ignoring everyone in there. He lost the one source that would have helped him find the person he wants to tear apart. He didn’t expect that Dr Sosuke would just end his life like that either. He kicked over the chair set up in his room, he was angry and he didn’t know how else to let out his anger unless he wants to go to their practice room but he didn’t want anyone see him like this. 

The other Xcution members look between themselves unsure if they should go check on the man or not. His mission must have failed if he came back in such a bad mood. Ginjo sighs he cannot have the man punch a hole in the wall again. He gently knocks on the door, waiting for some kind of sign that he can come in. When he hears nothing, he opens the door slowly to step inside. “Everything ok…?” He tries to maybe lighten the mood, the enraged look on Shinji’s face disappears and he scolds his expression back into a neutral expression. “Motherfucker killed himself….”

Picking up one of the books that he loved to read before now it felt empty. He sits on the bed. “Said some bullshit then just killed himself.” He sneers, opening the book to one of the pages hoping it would calm him down but it doesn’t do anything as he wouldn’t focus at all. “It's ok, we have Intel on hidden sites that are hard to come by. I’m sure we can find him in one of them.” Shinji looks at him with an interested look before remembering the storage chip he had in his pocket. He hands it to Ginjo “Maybe this would help you. Please leave me alone for now.” The man looks at it before nodding. “Come out for food later.” He grunts laying down on the bed hoping to just be for now. 

When Ginjo closes the door to his room, he throws an arm over his face. There was no use, he can only remember a name. He wouldn’t remember a face or how they truly sounded. It is as if someone or something is blocking it. He knows it’s not only that there were few others too but nothing about them can be remembered. A fog kept him from seeing. He wonders why this happened to him. Why did he turn like this, his body no matter how much he was cut or hit. It healed though not fast. But it’s not like he can feel pain at all it only a bit of annoyance when he can’t fight correctly. 

****

A dream, Ichigo woke up in a prairie. A warm sunny day in a field of green and flowers. It was calm and he felt like he could belong here. A figure stood miles away glowing in a soft gold. He tries to reach him yet he cannot “Why did you bring me here!” The figure waves before he sees the words. 

Then he is awake. 

He rushes to write down those words from memory and even if he didn’t remember he was writing it down. When he finished, he looked down at what he wrote. His eyes widened and he knew where he had to go. Taking his phone out, “Renji meet me at these coordinates.” He sends the quick text before he was already on the way to where the dream told him to go. 

Usually he doesn’t trust in dreams because they were nonsensical. Never made any sense but this one. Something in him knew this was important and he should trust it because it would give him what he had been looking for. 

He gets out of the car looking at the unassuming warehouse. It looked abandoned but he can understand why if there was anything important they would leave it here. He pushes the door open without waiting for his back up. Because something told him no one was here to protect what’s in there. There was no need to raise suspicions if it had worked so well. 

Looking around the crates and useless boxes around. Something had to be here, he opened one of the boxes then two then three. Finally at the 6th box there was a single suitcase. He pulls it out checking the content inside of it. Then he rushes to his car calling for another emergency meeting. 

Throwing the files on the table for everyone to see. 

Project-D.S.K - God’s Revival

“They are trying to revive a dead god.” Rukia said examining the documents to make sure they weren’t fake. It gave a list of all the O5 Council. Their strengths and weaknesses. If this document was true then they certainly need more help than just what they have. Byakuya picks up one of the pages and looks at the stamp on it. Examining it closely, it was the one the O5 Council would use on documents and it was made in a way that cannot be replicated easily. Only one ever existed and it was hard to get it right but this one had every detail on it. 

As if whoever left those documents there was one of the O5 who…what wanted them to stop what this project was? If they did, why didn’t they come to them directly about it unless they fear what the other would do to them. Which would make sense…..and make it a problem for them to handle. 

Byakuya had been away for a while but rushed back when he had heard Ginrei had passed and he had taken his spot in the Ethics Committee. “We need to make preparations, based on this. We have a week. We need allies if these are their strengths.” There were murmurs around the room before they made their decision to reach out to groups of interest. 

They divided their resources and sent messages out to get everyone to come in for a meeting. Urging that this was important and they must attend. 

Leaders of the group of interest arrives to the place that the Ethics Committee gave, 

“I know we do not agree on everything. However the O5 Council has gone rogue and because of their anomalies we need help in stopping them.” Ginjo frowns, never expecting there would be a day when the Foundation goes against itself. Well he is not going to let this opportunity go if he can kill them. Then they can take care of the Ethics Committee and forever get rid of the SCP Foundation. The leader of the GOC chuckles “Oh we can actually terminate those monsters. Perfect.” There were nods of agreement on their side while some other leaders looked worried. 

There was a lot going back and forth before everyone decided and agreed to join hands for now. They needed time to prepare for the attack and well have to find where the O5 Council hide out was. 

They cannot let the O5 Council use any of their skills, so many things to do yet so little time. 

“Shinji. I got the news you would love to hear.” Ginjo says coming in with the folder they were giving a folder of what they need to be doing with their task. The golden haired man flips through the pages quickly to see why Ginjo seemed so excited. 

He grins by the end of it, they are going to kill them and one of them was Kisuke. That’s why he was so hard to find- they weren’t normal just like he thought. He is going to have fun tearing that man apart. Of course after making him reverse this….whatever he had done to him first. Then he can go home. It’s a wonderful idea. They just had to get their resources. “Though I do fear that The American would be mobilizing the USA military which is going to be a problem.” He sighs but that did give him an idea. 

If they were mobilizing it then they just have to make a grit that shows where the naval vessels are gathering and it would likely point them in the right direction. They just need to use that to their advantage. Ginjo goes to inform the Ethics Committee who had taken over as the main overwatch for now. The O5 Council had gone dark for a while now so they had to do what they needed to keep the operations going. 

Shinji studied the weaknesses of each member, something seemed off about it but he cannot remember it. He wants to say something about it to Ginjo but the words don't come out at all no matter how hard he tries to force them out. Then eventually like a warm fog what he was doing was forgotten.

*****

They were back in that shadowy room, the council had been quiet but everything’s ready. Everything except. “You destroyed those damn things!” O5-6 roars, they hear wood breaking under the strength of The American. O5-5 only laughed without answering and there were murmurs among the members. O5-2 snaps her fingers and the place is quiet again. “In such cases I suppose we just have to be the ones to offer.” Her voice soft yet held no place for warmth as she too was done with O5-5 antics. 

The man had one job to do and he failed at it so badly. Because now they had to put themselves into a mission. Needing to be directly there for their goal to come true. O5-1 claps his hands to bring attention to them. They see a bowl being passed around, each of the O5 Council took a piece of paper before they open it. O5-4 clicks his tongue, definitely not happy with what they got with how they sounded. 

“Oh worry not old champ you are at least the only one who can do this and come back.” They heard O5-5 sing songs probably seeing what O5-4 had. Most of them didn’t complain since they knew this had to be done even if it meant dying for their cause. This was everyone's goal, every Council that came before them and if they fail it will be the new Council’s problem. They joined the Council because they were the only ones who could do it. 

O5-8 tucks their slip of paper into the pocket of his chest. He starts lighting another cigarette “They found us.” He said after taking a drag of it. The minty smell slowly fills out the room, they hear a click and a breeze of salty air rushes into the room. They can hear waves below crashing into the rocks. “It should take a while before they can break through the shield.” O5-11 speaks up, she had set up a powerful arcane shield that would hold for a while. O5-6 huffs crossing his arms “Whatever the military will be holding them back for a while how much longer.” There’s only another soft sigh from someone but no one spoke for a minute. “In 2 days.” O5-4 answers eyes trailing outside for a moment. O5-1 picks up the cup of whiskey he had before taking a sip “A toast for our mission.” He jokes much to the others' chagrin because no one else had a drink like that with them. 

The council falls into another comfortable silence as they know they won’t be going anywhere anyways. 

They hear a crack and something shattering but none of them react to it. Because there was nothing to react to. 

‘Ichigo’ nodded at Mugetsu as the other held the bottle of liquid they had collected last time. “Go fill it up. It's about time anyways.” 

Chapter Text

“Ah, so you are finally here.” The wandsman hears as he appears in a sunny green grassy field. The blue sky with few white clouds seems to spread infinitely. There was no one but the wandsman and the voice he heard. Then there was someone. A humanoid figure wearing a long white flowy chiton that is long enough to cover their feet. There were golden trims weaved into the chiton. A golden laurel wreath on their long hair. That seemed to be glowing a light gold yet orange as well. Their eyes shone with an unnatural striking pale gold as well. “I've been wondering which day you would be here.” The figure smiles with gentle eyes. 

The wandsman was captivated by the being, yet it doesn’t distract him from his mission. He brings out his book to record what knowledge he gains here. The being smiles as if waiting for the wandsman to do something. Yet he doesn’t know what the being is waiting for. Then they look away and they are standing in a different place. 

There was fog covering the majority of the lake, there were flowers blooming all around there. He can vaguely see 2 pine trees and the sky was gloomy. Yet it felt hauntingly beautiful to be here. He sees the being beginning to move towards the lake. “Where are you going?” He asks and the figure stops looking back. “Walk with me and I give you the knowledge that you seek.” He sees the being stepping into the lake and keeps walking, so he makes haste. 

Then they were somewhere else, they were on top of a hill. The sun was beginning to set. There were two chairs and a table under a tree that was blooming. A seven sons flowering tree he remarks. The being lets out a breathy laugh before they keep walking. “This place…where we stand is at the edge of reality. Of all realities. The only place where we can meet but we have too much time and so little time.” The wandsman writes it down for later. The being gets down their hands touching water and they are elsewhere. 

The waterfall was loud but didn't drown out their voices. “I’m not a god yet some would think of me as so. All that I’m is the one who saw futures and pasts.” The scene changes again, they are on the lake yet it reflects the blue sky. “I saw you coming here to find me thousands of years ago. But I saw you in the future too coming here to ask the question.” They swipe their hands across the clear water and they are sitting on the grass field looking down at a town at the bottom of the road with mountains behind town. “I will have to apologize because the question is too early to answer.” The wandsman kept writing in his notebook this was very valuable information. 

The being looks at them again, it stares at him for an uncomfortable amount of time before the wandsman finally speaks for the first time. “May….I…May I know your story.” The being chuckles looking away and they are sitting on a chair on the balcony. Overlooking the sea with ships moving. The twilight sunset casts a calm purplish color over them. 

“It’s a very new yet very old story. Was it his story or was it our story? Did it have a beginning or an ending?” The being seems to contemplate on how to start it. It was very hard when there was no future or past. They don’t know “If it’s his story or ours. We are all the same yet different.” 

Then they are standing in a field of lavender. The sky was gloomy yet there’s no rain. The being started walking away so the wandsman follows. 

So it started something like this 

There was once a child 

A child who step into a place of somewhere yet nowhere 

The child looked forward and he saw the infinite pasts 

Then the child look backward and he saw the infinite futures 

Suddenly the child was afflicted with annihilation, but the child doesn’t understand why 

Why was he annihilation that will devour worlds 

They ask the child if he can destroy the Law so the child destroyed the Law 

But The Law most exist 

Thus the child was afflicted with the Law as well 

They wanted the Law back but they cannot take it from the child 

So they ask the child to give it back because they fear

Fear of the unknown 

Feared the powerful 

The child tried to give it back 

But their flesh, their bones was scattered across the reality 

All that remains in somewhere and nowhere was the Mind 

Too much power yet not strong to put themselves back together

Today someone will come and kill the child 

But it will never be today 

The being smiles towards nowhere and stops walking to speak with the wandsman. “Because today doesn’t exist yet. There’s no present yet. There’s only future and past. There’s only past and future. But never today.” They are standing on a field of flowers, it seemed to be after the rain. It was a nice scene. The wandsman admits to himself every place he had been was beautiful. 

Smiling back at him, the being is starting to disappear. The wandsman had more questions to ask yet at the same time he didn’t have the questions. The being would only ever give so much before there was nothing else left to give. “To be able to find here, is only because you wished so hard to be here. Nay that is a lie. It was your fate to be here right now. Because I have obtained them. And my biggest secret….” 

“Like all humans, I fear death so I created a law that there will never be today as long as I say so. Because I'm only human” 

Chapter Text

Shinji stares out beyond the waves, they do not see it yet. But somehow he can see the flicker of the island. He wonders if it’s because of his eyes, that damn madman must have done something to him. But he cannot truly remember what was done to him, there was a slight irritation in his eye. He slowly brings his hand to touch his cheek. Just as he thought, his left eye is irritating. A handkerchief is handed to him which he gladly takes to wipe the blood away. “You ok?” Ginjo asks, leaning over the railing and looking at where all the military ships were stationed. “Yea just….the eye was irritating.” He mumbles, making sure there was no more blood coming from it. 

Narrow his eyes, Ginjo looks away with a frown on his face. “What exactly happened to you?” The ship rocks gently against the waves. They only came out as surveillance and saw what they were going up against. The biggest obstacle was definitely the military guard in the place and if it's true that the American put them there. There was no way they would ever leave even if the president ordered them to. Basically this was a kill or be killed situation unless they somehow managed to convince them to leave. 

“What happened to me huh? Isn’t that an interesting question Ginjo. I can definitely say that a mad man got to me.” He said slyly trying to not think about it because of a recent development that he gets a migraine every time he tries. He turns to head back to the resting area of the ship “We should go, it's not like we can do much here until everyone gets themselves in order. Somehow the MTF is a bit more disorganized than they thought.” Ginjo lets out a small laugh to think that the SCP Foundation would be disorganized was a bit far-fetched. He knows that the O5 Council is definitely behind it, to delay their inevitable. 

He hears a ringing from his phone, he pulls it out answering without a thought. “Tsukishima what’s going on?” Scowling at the message that he gets. This kind of complicated thing especially if the older Ethics Committee is being picked off one by one. 

Honestly he doesn’t really care because it works in his favor. Especially to bring down the foundation even if it meant at their weakest. 

“It’s not our problem, we just have to take out the immortal monsters first.” He cannot help but be excited to see the domino effect of the Foundation falling. He can feel it, feel that he is close to destroying the Foundation and bring a new era to mankind. Of course there would be some problems but at least one of their biggest pain in the ass will be gone. 

The boat was turned around to head back to their temporary headquarters that was shared with the rest of their allies. People were looking uneasy around the table and the ones from the Ethics Committee had tears in their eyes which he understands but doesn’t care. “How can this be possible, someone must be a spy.” The redhead who had taken charge of the meeting when the other started arguing amongst themselves. 

Like the GOC was looking into taking charge and Foundation resources which of course was immediately denied. There was no way they would ever let them even touch one bit of anything belonging to the foundation. 

“I say nuke them.” The chaos insurgency knows for sure that the SCP Foundation has that kind of weapon on hand. Just the matter of using it, of course that was a big no. It would potentially cause a dead hand moment which is not good for anyone. “Why not sneak attack ... .send in the Law’s Left Hand at night to take out the soldiers that should take care of the way. Considering there’s no back up as of now. We checked into the database of the military there’s no new orders except this one.” Ichigo spoke, holding up a stack of paper that proves that so far. There were nods of agreement but that has to wait as well since as said before. They cannot immediately deploy the MTF because of O5 meddling with their affairs. “How much longer?” Byakuya questions with his eyes closed trying to remain calm and composed. 

Though that is definitely a lie by how the veins bulges on his head if one pays enough attention. Ukitake is a sweet man with a heart made of thorns. Current leader of the chaos insurgency reaches over to comfort the man with a pat on the shoulder. As Byakuya didn’t even have the time to mourn anyone as they needed to stand strong. 

They must be the last stronghold for the sake of the world. If the God the O5 Council was trying to revive would destroy everything in their path. Then they will be the ones who stand there to stop it or die trying. Just to give humanity a chance. “We should be able to get ready by tomorrow night. By then we should have enough time to stop them. Also stop saying we are nuking the ice caps.” Looking straight at some of the chaos insurgency who’s there to mess around. Unruly!

“Very well. We all know the plan in that case please get a good night's sleep everyone!” The white hair man- Ukitake spoke as if he had never felt more alive than this moment. The people who had been a thorn on his side will finally fall. Especially the bastard who betrayed them, betrayed their brotherhood. He will kill him with his own bare hands if he had to. 

******

The waves were quieter tonight, the breeze had stopped howling hours ago. The people outside will be making their moves shortly. Holding his glass up to the moon as if sharing a drink with it. O5-1 wonders to himself if he had any regrets left…..ah yes he has many regrets but too late to return now. 

When he had thought he had accomplished his mission years ago. It was only the beginning of the end. They had been so close to their goal, yet at that very moment. Everything around him shattered.

O5-1 wishes he would apologize to that person but he knew that he wouldn’t be forgiven. The moon reminded him of that person. It was very much a shame that he never got the chance to explain. He wonders if he did, would they still be going down the same path. He thinks at this point there was no need in answering the what ifs. Because he knew no matter what choice he made, he would do it again. Bringing the cup to his lips looking away from the moon as he takes a sip of the bitter liquid he had become very close with. Feeling the burn slide down his throat followed by slight hints of smokey and sweetness. It is a great drink…..if only a certain bunch wasn’t having a fuckfest right now. He waves his hand for his assistant to close the balcony doors. God he hates them sometimes. 

It’s only too bad he cannot say sorry to him one last time. He knows he will be….ah who cares.

“Will you be alright?” O5-6 expertly mixed the drinks at the bar they had put in years ago. “You are asking the wrong question.” Amber eyes glint with something akin to happiness when he hears snort he supposed he will take that as a win. O5-8 is hard to please like some sort of high maintenance prince. They and their damn questions. “Why do you…..not like O5-5? You guys seem to hate him yet…have a weird relationship.” He at least wanted an answer to that question. 

If memory serves him right they used to be very close with each other. All 3 of them are like 3 peas in a pod. Though it seems something happened after O5-5 came back their relationship had been like that side. The bastard went to join the GOC saying he needed a change of scenery. Pouring the drink into a cup before sliding it over O5-8 who stops it with an elegant hand. “Oh? I supposed you would like to know huh? As always despite how you act. You are always the observant one.” O5-6 lets out a soft laugh by the looks of his trembling shoulders. 

Though still O5-8 doesn’t speak for a long while seemingly content with looking down at the drink in front of him. “We are just…..in different distances.” O5-6 tilts his head furrowing his brows. What was that supposed to mean….? Why does this man get to be so mysterious like chill with the aura farming. O5-4 is doing too much of that already. “Alright….?” He replies by setting the cup down on the sink to wash it. He sees a pale hand reach out to take the drink from O5-8, it seems like he didn’t want to drink after all. “We enjoyed the drink very much, Alfred. Thank you, may your journey be judged fair. ” He hears footsteps walking away from the dark room, he really wished he could see the room without the darkness. 

He always wondered how this place would have looked without the shadows that hid them. It's really only too bad. 

“Alfred……” a soft sweet yet young voice calls to him 

He doesn’t look back, there’s no one behind him. There never was anyone behind him. 

Aizen wore wine colored robes as he watched the waves below. A cigarette in one hand as he leans on his other arm. Urahara comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck and wiping his hair. “What’s wrong?” He asked the entity who was focused looking down at something. He highly doubted it was at the water. “They are patrolling again…… no more like….mmm enjoying the sea?” Urahara comes to stand next to him looking down at the beach area. There stood The Multiple ‘Ichigo’ eyes shining the pale gold and standing in the water staring off in the distance. One of the white ones stood close by to pull the other bag just in case he gets dragged out too far out. 

The green eyes narrow slightly but he drags the entity inside the room. “Leave he be. No need to bother him who just want to enjoy the little moments in life.” Aizen gets thrown on the bed before he crawls over to cuddle the other. While the brown hair man gladly brings him closer they had too much fun earlier and would go for another round. The others would probably a riot. 

A shame really

*****

The operation of removing the military had gone without a hitch. Dr Alto Clef had offered to open the veil for them that hides the island from normal eyes. Yet the man doesn’t stay long enough to get inside. 

As if he already knew the outcome and Shinji fucking hates it. There’s something wrong but he cannot tell what it is. 

“Sorry dudes I got work to get back to.” The reality warper waves his hand before the guy was just gone. 

They watched the taunting castle as they got close. The whole place seemed to be devoured by the shadows? What kind of place is this? His hands tightens around the holster. Yet he feels like he knows this place like he had been here before. Has he been here before? He cannot fucking remember for the life of him. 

He slaps away the hand on his shoulder when he felt it, ready to throw someone off the damn boat. “You…good?” Renji asked, seeing how the man was almost seizing up during that whole time and he kinda felt worried. They can’t have one of their best fighters per Ginjo who said he is able to see through regular reality warper. Something about getting experimented on, so of course he felt kinda bad. Seeing the pineapple red head he looks away with a huff “Yea we are good. Just thinking.” He grumbles hands going behind his back glaring at the shadowed place. 

Something also tells him that there were eyes watching him from there. Just for a moment he thought he was watching from inside the place to the boats coming their way. He immediately covers his eyes with a grunt, irritation in his eyes. Ah he is bleeding again, the crisis is annoying. Renji immediately goes to help him but he pushes the redhead away. “I'm fine.” He growls stomping away, maybe he is looking too hard. 

Ginjo looks up from his reports when he hears a door violently slam close. Seeing the blood dripping from Shinji’s eyes “Your eyes are irritated?” The man’s neck turned so fast he thought he snapped his head or something. “Wow you don’t say.” He deadpans before getting some napkins to wipe it away. Leaning against the window not wanting to see the place incase it irritates his eyes again “Hopefully I can get the fucker to fix it before I kill him.” Ginjo presses his lips into a thin line. The likelihood of that happening is zero to none, the man would probably die before he would do that. 

But he doesn’t want to break the golden hair man spirit after all he still needs the guy active. Besides once you come into the world of the anomalous and become one yourself, returning to normal life is but a dream. He will probably have to break the bad news unless the O5 member gives it to him instead. 

Making landfall they had expected more resistance yet there was none, no Red Right Hand or they had expected MTF Tau-5 considering somehow the Ethics Committee wouldn’t get them to mobilize either. They creep up on the shores to the entrance of the place, the shadows seem to make way for them. 

The double doors opens to a room inside that too is covered by darkness. A pure white sword is sent flying towards them. Sinking onto the ground to stop them on their tracks. “Intruders! This is as far as you go.” A layered voice spoke through the darkness, it wasn’t a normal human voice…sounded almost demonic. What sort of creature are they sending at them? The white sort gets recalled back from where it came from. “That’s enough Vasto, you do not need to be here. Go home, I will see you later.” He hears a hissing sound before it was gone. From the shadows walk out…Ichigo? 

They look over to see their Ichigo standing with his mouth gaping. “W-what- how-” Their Ichigo starts pointing at the one standing in front of him. The only difference was the long straight hair down their back. The being or what the fuck it was smiles at them, it was a warm sweet smile. Their eyes glowing pale gold as he did. “Welcome back Ichiru, did you have fun?” Ichigo of course frowns at that who the fuck was Ichiru. Yet he cannot stop his body as he held his gun out and fired at the people he had started to consider friends. 

“W-what did you do!” He spoke through grit teeth, the other’s pale gold eyes fade away to a cold icy pair of amber eyes. “Oh me? Us? We just thought it would be interesting to be a thorn on the Ethics Committee side. Did you like it?” Those amber eyes trails over to Shinji with an amused look in them “Did you enjoy our eyes? Urahara might need to fix them later; they do not seem to be matching you well.” Shinji growls but his eyes are indeed being irritated again. “Fuck him where is the fucker! I need him to return me the way it was!” Rushing to attack the redhead who promptly gets thrown back by the one that was supposed to be on their side. That same pale gold was shining through his eyes before it fade. 

He looks back at the long hair one “You guys are terribly mean.” He laments turning to face the people he had called comrade for the past months. Rukia who had been quiet the whole time finally speaks up “Why?” A small yet good question. Two more of them stepped out of the shadows, one white haired with black and gold eyes. The other twin black hair and red eyes.

Then there were more of them behind, some in lab coats, some in MTF clothing, and some suits. “Because I think it’s funny. We live by the moment Rukia darling.” ‘Ichigo’ raised his hand slowly to snap his fingers. The veil that kept them from remembering is finally broken. 

The many iterations of Ichigo's work around the sites in plain view. But like someone stirring their heads away and putting a veil on. They appear as nothing but nameless faces on researchers. 

Dr. Kurosaki 

Ichimu 

Dr. Ichigo 

Site Director Ichisu 

GOC member Mugetsu

Chaos Insurgency member Shiro 

So on and forth 

They came and were gone as if they never existed yet here they were with that same smile all of them had on their face. They were played for a fiddle by a bunch of monsters with the same face and a memetic that would make them forget them. 

The one who seemed to be the main one grins at them looking at the confusion to horror faces they made. It’s honestly one of his favorite parts to see the reveal on their faces. That the many times their one most trusted confidant has been a traitor from the beginning and they wouldn;t even know. “Surprise.” He looks towards where Shinji was as the man desperately tries to stop the blood coming from his eyes. “Kisuke said to tell you, he is a big disappointment that you still remembered but also proud that you had become perfect. Maybe in another life he would fix you again. However We have to go now. Time waits for no one.” He held his arms out and the many vessels of “Him” started to attack. 

Those bright amber eyes from what seemed to be the main acting ‘vessel’ soften as if they were friends. “May your journey be judged fair. We have to start now.” Just as if he was there, he was gone suddenly and they had to deal with the barrage attacks from the many others. Holding them back and running out of time. 

A small group manage to slip past them to go further in with no problems, however without proper light they seem to find themselves trapped in the endless shadowed halls. Except like a miracle there were small pale lights leading them through the halls. The many corridors and down flights of stairs before they came to the underground of the place. Unlike the rest this place was not filled with shadows. It was lighted by a short of strange liquid, Ukitake rushes to the end of the platform that was built. 

“You traitor! O5-1 come out!” He screams eyes searching for the man who had been his worst enemy label by his heart. “Kisuke you bastard” Shinji arrived at the place not too far off behind when he managed to slip out as well. He wonders how many casualties will result from this. Byakuya was desperately trying to look for something to work with and potentially stop this. 

At the center of the chamber there was a crystallized shape held up by chains and pillars of the unknown liquid that seemed to flow up. 13 pillars….is it because of the O5 Council. There were chuckles and chattering around them but yet they did not see anyone else in there. “It’s too late now, we are close to accomplishing our mission.” They hear one voice speaking almost in a mocking tone which had set Shinji off but Ginjo holds the man back from rushing into the unknown liquid. 

Byakuya steps forward looking at those pillars, he has an idea of what’s going on. “Why are you all doing this for.” 

“Why? Well….we are just doing what the Foundation is doing all along. We are protecting the veil and reality.” 

Narrowing his eyes “By reviving a dead god?” 

“That’s exactly what the problem is. The dead god is killing our reality. Look closely, watch closely. Look at the cracks. Our reality has been dying for years, decades and centuries.” 

He is looking closely as they tell him, all of them are “Byakuya....help me” He is startled by an unfamiliar yet familiar voice. Like he should know this voice very well but he does. 

They starts to see it the cracks that along many parts of the cave and one right behind them 

“Your lives have been slowly eaten away from you. Hisana was your wife Byakuya Kuchiki. Yet you do not remember her. A shame.” 

“They do not need to remember what they cannot see, and by the law. We have to protect those who cannot see.” 

“Right you and your laws. But that’s fine we are taking care of this now.” 

“We will finally put this dead thing to rest and reset reality. All calculations are done.” 

“Dudess quit yapping and let's kill this damn thing!” 

“Shunsui!” Ukitake tries one more time hoping to see the man who had haunted his dreams. If this what they been trying to do- 

“You lost too much Jushiro, only I remain to serve as proof of your existence. I will give my heart.” 

There were different voices speaking and giving different parts of their body before finally 

“I will give my body.” The liquid turns red as Ukitake screams no but he gets hold back with Byakuya from rushing into the bloody red liquid. Something or rather someone raises out of the liquid in pure pale gold light with dark swords at their hands before striking at the crystallized being. 

A bright light flashes and they are taken away from this space. Unable to tell what had happened or recall anything other than the O5 Council is being replaced by some new members. 

Ginjo finds himself in a room with many panels of screens depicting many of the previous members smiling at something that he cannot see. But he does remember the previous events of what happened. Seemed like whatever it was it must have worked because there was no cracks from where he stands. He walked up to the center most console. It had a button with the words terminate of sites. This was his goal, it was right here. 

Reaching for the button to end it all. The phone rings on the desk and something compels him to pick it up. “Hello?” He hears nothing from the other end for a while before they speak “Ah yes hello Kugo Ginjo, I wanted to be the first one to welcome you on board.” He hears the amusement from the other side but he is not amused. “Who is this?” A chuckle from the other side and he also hears typing “Do not worry about that too much, soon we'll be very well acquainted.” Looking back at the screen again he slowly moves forward “You are trying to stop me from destroying the Foundation? Tough luck.” His hand right above the button 

“Well not exactly, you can if you want to. Press the button I mean. However I just wouldn’t recommend it. But I will not stop you.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance at all these people speaking in riddles. “If you want to say something then say it damn it! Why wouldn’t I destroy this damn forsaken place!” He sneers into the phone and brings his hand down on it except stopping when he hears the dark chuckle from the other side. “The SCP Foundation was indeed created to contain the anomalies. To protect normalcy to the people outside. But why do you think the SCP Foundation is so desperate to contain these anomalies?” 

Realization struck him like a sudden truck. “To use them to contain…something else….to protect the world from something else…” He whispers but by the chuckle of the person on the other side. It must be the truth then- then “Hello O5-1, I hope you bring a new era for us all. All the previous O5 Council were gathered to protect and find a way to neutralize what is causing our reality to collapse. But now you will be the one who will bring us deeper into the darkness and brighter light to those we swore to protect.” Then a click and the phone call ended. 

Ginjo sat on the chair staring at the sites with despair. Is this the truth of the Foundation was built on. The screen pops up asking for a password to get access into the file. And he knows what it is as he types in the password slowly. He had become the new traitor to those who used to be allies. 

*****

A soft tune was heard when Urahara came back through the door. He can see the place light up yet wild life was slowly taking back the place. He sees two of the vessels playing chest in the room and they ignore him as he walks by them. Most of them seemed to be back now and in different places since what happened. 

He sees ‘Ichigo’ sitting on the railing of the balcony facing the sea legs dangling on the edge, the breeze making his hair flow wildly. For the first time since they claimed this place to be Site 00, the darkness was finally gone and neutralized. All that remains in its place a white castle, pristine and well built. “Alfred would have loved this place.” He hears the redhead speak and those amber eyes on him as he too takes a seat on the balcony next to the other. 

“Yea….he would have. I hope he found his brother.” He spoke softly, letting the other rest his head on his shoulder. They haven’t really had time to enjoy little moments like these in a long time now. “Did the little lady enjoy the book?” He nodded and wasn’t sure if they saw it or not but he knew that ‘Ichigo’ knew. “Good, hopefully she doesn’t ask for another soon.” He sighs as if it was that easy. To make sure the Wanderer’s Library didn’t expand out to this reality yet. They were working with borrowed time, no matter how many times they made a new book for her to read. He feels a head on his shoulders and Urahara smiles without intention for a long while. 

Well ‘Ichigo’ can always work his magic and annihilate it, however he had claimed that knowledge should never be destroyed. Besides it would be annoying to deal with her throwing a tantrum which he had before. “.....I miss this…I miss us…” He whispers softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. There was a soft snort but he takes it because of the games they play having time to themselves is ... .fleeting moments stolen within the shadows of the night. 

Their roles kept them apart yet they still seek out the little moments. Only too bad Aizen’s not here because he needs to reconstruct a body to be able to be here. “Will I be able to find ‘you’ one day?” He asked again. This question that he had asked for years and years but “One day perhaps.” The same answer over and over again never truly gives him anything concrete to work with. He doesn’t know just how far Urahara will go just for him “One day you will meet me. Just not yet…not yet…” He hears a soft whisper in the wind. At least this time he is giving something more to work with. It was nice to see the blue sky without the pressure of knowing he had to plan and carve out his next steps. Just to relax and smile at the sun. 

He wishes this moment would never end or wishes he would be able to bottle up this moment to pull it out and look back on. Yet it ends so fast like a fleeting dream that he cannot hold. The head on his shoulders moves away and Urahara cannot stop himself from asking. “Have you chosen your death date?” A Cheshire smile spreads across the redhead’s face and something flashes through his eyes. He wouldn’t exactly tell what it was. He turns around to face ‘Ichigo’ on the balcony. But he gets off the balcony railing before fitting himself between Urahara’s legs. “You should be saying that to yourself. I have chosen mine long ago. I'm just taking the long way around to it.” He spoke softly, bringing a gentle hand to the light blonde’s cheek. Rubbing a gentle thumb under his eye before he leans in to kiss those chapped lips. 

It was a slow yet sweet kiss shared between them unlike the usual heated kiss that he and Aizen share. Usually leads to a good time. Before he feels those soft lips pull away which he tries to chase after them but he receives a peck before the other fully pulls away. “Seems like it's my turn to go turn back the pendulum.” Urahara licks his lips with a soft hum, seeing the other walking away he calls for him. Which the redhead does stop to glance back slightly as if telling him to say what he has to. “I don’t know when I will get this chance to truly tell you this. So I supposed this will be a good time.” Turning half way, amber eyes meet green “May your journey judge you fair.” A soft laughter echoes through the halls of the empty place. 

“If you want my help next time, bring me at least some flowers.” 

Urahara doesn’t know how long he stayed on that balcony railing, watching the world turn as he had no need to eat nor sleep. Waiting the stars and clouds to turn forward before they started reversing. He wonders what he will do this time and how long till they meet again. 

"The story has yet to end."

Chapter Text

This was a result of their own pride and grief. Something they created to change the fundamentals of the Foundation. The SCPs were appearing faster than they would handle and the Foundation had to do something. So they created a temporal spatial machine, as long as they put it inside SCP-2303 Tower Of Silence. As long as there’s ideas being created, the machine would make it so there were never even ideas to begin with. Then something went wrong, something went horribly wrong and Dr. Kurosaki was there. 

Where it all began 

Dr. Kurosaki was never supposed to have joined the SCP Foundation. He only did because he came across the anomalous via the church of the broken god. He wasn’t studying any artifacts more so helping his friend in a recovering effort as he was known to be great with geography. With a great memory and a surveyor experience. He was able to find the most hidden of told tombs. But his greatest skill was still in ancient linguistics. Supposedly that was why the Foundation kept him around. 

Still the kid was brilliant in understanding and was a quick learner. At times he had gained enough experience to almost rival Dr. Aizen and Dr. Urahara much to their denial. 

Yet they were close friends, seeking each other’s company constantly. There had been rumours that all three of them were in a relationship. Much to Dr. Lyra’s disappointment who had a crush on Dr. Aizen. Who wouldn't? The man was charming with a silver tongue. On top of it all he was handsome and intelligent. He knew how to utilize all his skills to capture his audience. Like a true performer. 

Dr. Urahara was no better despite the certain ugly faces he can make. His quick wit and playful nature was easily his own kind of charm. Just like Dr. Aizen it was hard to miss his presence when he was in the room. All three of them commanded attention where they went. But still there were still speculations about them. 

Maybe in another life they would have been part of the O5 Council and some actually thought they would have been chosen if any of the current members perished which was hard to say the least. Their combined intelligence was enough that a target would be put on their back by their groups of interests. 

Except when it backfires on them whenever one of them pisses off the other. Usually when that does happen, there would be a breach of containment. Not that anyone was pointing fingers but if they did it would end up with these 3. Much like the bunch at Site 19, these 3 were the slightly better version of the certain few researchers from there. That’s why if you see Dr. Kurosaki stomped down the hallway with a stormy look on his face. Better stay away and do not start anything. Things never end with any good outcome. 

But either way, they really can’t put a word on their relationship. However it was fun to watch them banter back and forth. Coming up with ideas that shouldn’t have been possible yet they did just never act without the approval of higher ups. 

Even if Dr. Urahara and Dr. Aizen were considered kinda higher ups; they do not count in the cases of their new idea for inventions. Least they end up with half the site off somewhere in space again after someone’s brilliant idea to create something kinda like the back rooms except they just sent half the site somewhere in space. Never where they managed to recover it and was considered lost. 

There was a good scolding for both of them but the Site director knew their words were going in one ear and out the other. Honestly they were getting gray hair day by day. Yet Dr. Kurosaki, despite his young age, was a sensible child. He had hoped that by putting those two with him would calm them down a bit. Yet he only encourages their antics more and by then it was already too late to separate them. A bond was forged to give him headaches. 

“Ichigo! I brought strawberries today and imma eat ya.” Dr. Urahara slides into the office with a box of them. Dropping them at the side table that Ichigo kept around to host guests if they plan to have tea with the man. Dr. Aizen who was already there drinking a cup of tea while writing down another formula for their newest project that in theory should work. However he wouldn't be sure if it should ever be built. Or they would build it just to give the Foundation another headache because why not. Except they would not have funds for it anyways, unfortunate. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Kisuke. But it’s ok I will respect you for being honest…for once.” He dodges a book that flies over his head. 

Dr. Kurosaki shakes his head and he was supposed to be the younger one between them. He had been picking up the habit of learning finance and resource management. Just in case he has a sudden need to change careers and there were too many of those days where they will 

spend their days cooped up in an office. Because they had nothing better to do if the site director didn’t want specific headaches. 

They weren’t complaining though, it gave them a lot of time to work on what they liked. Well also kind of boring when they got counted out from having an active role. Dr. Kurosaki had already finished translating what the scripture said. It was nothing much other than nonsensical ramblings of a crazy person. Talking about some planets of hands, torture and bull crap. So he had set it aside to do something else and maybe reread it again just to correct mistakes before he turned it in. 

It was a fun job really…when he was trying not to die. It was usual for there to be a short of attack from the outside and maybe sometimes someone fuck up and they get a breach. He sighs looking at the two in his office bickering. Honestly, when will they act their age? Oh well at least it's amusing. “So whatcha think Ichigo?” Kisuke asks to move some of the papers away so he can sit on the table instead of the chair. Moving a careful ancient sort of scroll off the desk “Sheesh you should really not leave these things out like regular books.” Ichigo glances back at the back of his office area filled with them thrown everywhere. 

Pursing his lips maybe the man had a point and he should really get a clean up on it. In case any higher ups come by he will be cooked by them then grilled about it. Rubbing his finger with a sigh “First I'm not into that kind of thing Kisuke second I should clean one…..one day.” He mumbles looking back at the mess. He is usually a clean and organized person but nowadays he has picked up the habit of throwing things here and there from the one and only Kisuke. “I need a bigger space.” He looks away thinking about how long it will take to clean and put those away. “Then it will be the same thing again. You got a bit of a hoarder habit.” Sosuke picks up his cup of tea again. 

The redhead only rolls his eyes, he wants to deny it but he cannot help it when it comes to ancient texts. They held so much knowledge and knew that there were more than just the normal scriptures to anomalous ones. How can he not just hoard the ones they let him keep….for now. Sosuke chuckles, poking Kisuke with the back of the pen to get him off the table and sit on the chair like a normal person. “Stop it.” He whines but does go to get the strawberries and bring them back to share. Popping one into his mouth he crosses his arms mumbling. “I have to be gone for like a while. They are going to have me go to the black city, so I will be spending time here till I have to go.” 

Ichigo chuckles softly picking one of the strawberries peeling away the stem before biting into it “Kinda sad I don’t get to go because I did manage to pinpoint the location. A shame really but I cannot wait to read about it.” It was weird considering they always had him on the field if they needed his help with location. Maybe it was just something else, not that he minded. Getting some peace and quiet could be nice. Ichigo stop smiling, I will make sure to call everyday.” That was immediately shut down by the other. 

Rather not get woken up in the middle of the night when he is sleeping. Sosuke had been the recipient of that before he joined. Heard the man got called so often that he had to shut the phone down which mind you that is not allowed in the Foundation. For emergencies. Apparently he is still salty about it. “I will never talk to you again if you do that.” He scowls at the petulant child in front of him. Even if the man was way older sometimes he felt like the old one around here. 

Kisuke sneaks behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest while resting his head on his shoulder. “I know you're going to miss us, yea Sosuke is going to aah….I don’t want to go if you are not there.” He sighs rubbing that scratchy chin against Ichigo’s cheek. The other is struggling to get away from that terrible grown stubble beard. “Yea yea get off me damn it! Your stupid beard hurts!” Which only encourages the other more to keep rubbing much to Ichigo’s indignant screams. “Sosuke get him off me!” To which the chocolate brown hair man only leans to give the redhead a kiss on the cheek “Let him be for now.” He also leans in to give kisses to which Ichigo finally gives up on trying to get them off. Sandwich between them.  

Only to throw them off of him when their hands go to places where they shouldn’t. “We are in the office, last time’s write up sucks.” He grumbles, crossing his arms with a glare. “Now let me finish working here. You need to go get ready. Unless you forget to pack underwear again.” He snickers remembering Sosuke complaining about needing to borrow Urahara's. It was a funny story especially when they were stuck somewhere in Alaska. 

The amount of stories he heard from the others has kept him alive for months. And Aizen still gets shit for it even to this day. The man makes a huff before he heads out the door, Kisuke breaks out in wheezing laughter. The one with the front roll seat to his suffering. “Shush, get back soon. I will make dinner tonight.” Ichigo waves his hands before pushing both of them out of his office. “Yea I will just clean up. See you soon.” 

*****

After seeing Sosuke and Kisuke off, he slowly made his way back to his office. Sitting down he takes out the folder of papers that he had been entrusted with. Looking through its contents and memorizing them. Ichigo knows what he has to do, only wished there was just a little bit more time. Yet there was none left. Tomorrow he will have to head for Site 885. He cannot let them do whatever they want to this world that he held very close to his heart. 

Finally closing the folders. A call from the one and only. “So have you decided what to do?” He gives a tired sigh as if there was any other choice. “You make it sound like there was another choice.” He kept his eyes downwards looking at his desk. Not wanting to meet the other person on the call. “You are right. I will send for a car.” The call gets cut off as he slumps against his desk. He has to go get his business in order, it’s only a shame that he cannot make it to his sister’s most important days. 

His time was finally up, he had been running on borrowed time. Ever since their first meeting he had known this for how long. Running a hand through his hair he supposed it was about time. He just hopes Kisuke and Sosuke take care of each other ... .well don’t they already? And he just came later. He didn’t want to admit it but sometimes he does feel like an outsider to them. Ah too much thinking sure is not fun when it’s not related to his work. 

He knows that they would always care for him but there’s always an end to good things. It’s only too bad this is where their path parts. Oh well he made the best of it is what he told himself but he knew that is but a lie. It was not enough but he cannot be selfish. He can’t stop the sob that escapes him. He tries to not be loud to not worry others. Least they will go and call them. He rather them not knowing than anything. He thought about leaving them with a letter but letters are complicated itself, maybe in his will it could work. 

Rather than leaving something for them to be sad about. It’s best to just let them think he played with their feelings and left. He needs to move his things out and into the warehouse that they had prepared for him. It’s a good thing he kept his space minimal and what he owns a little so it would be easier to get rid of. Wiping away the last of his tears he sets to work, time after all waits for no one. Especially him. 

Ichigo looks back at the Site one more time before he gets in the car they had prepared for him. He had told himself to never look back yet his heart was weak and he looked back one more time. This place which he called home for years, his friends and his family in this town. Far from the city yet never lacking because the Foundation provides for them. It was nice, he only hopes his mother, sisters and father are well. He feared if he saw them he might not be able to leave. So he left with the only thing he can think of and it was a video. 

Looking out the window as he lets the drivers take him to the airport. His last true demand is to be able to ride through planes like normal people. It was nice to have everything for yourself yet this would be the first time in a long while he got to just be normal. One last time. 

Arriving at the Site 885 he felt scared, but he didn't let it show as he walks in with his head held high. 

“Are you ready?” 

“I guess I have to be.” 

****

Returning back to their shared ‘home’, Kisuke and Sosuke were expecting someone to be already asleep on their bed. Except there was no one and what belonged to Ichigo had been removed. They even checked his room and it was empty like no one lived there. 

Storming into the Site director’s room while the man was asleep with murderous glares was not exactly the best plan but they had to. “Where!” Kisuke had the man by the neck, never relenting while Aizen looked calm but he knew the man was ready to murder him too. “He transferred out-” He gasps, hands desperately clawing at the hand on his neck. “Why!?” Aizen comes over prying Urahara’s hand off his neck before he snaps that man’s neck and causes a whole different kind of problem. After all he was not a field agent for nothing before he became a researcher.  

The Site director held his neck taking deep breaths of air as tears streamed down his face. “I-I don’t know, he just transferred out without a noticed.” He manages to get out before the two doctors decide to kill him if he hadn’t spoken. There’s just certain things you have to do to keep yourself from being killed. The gray eyes man grits his teeth looking back at Aizen who held a dark look on his eyes. 

What would they possibly do at times like this? They had no lead unless someone spoke up on where Ichigo went but he highly doubts it. If the Site director didn’t know then most likely the O5 Council had something to do with it. Or it would be Ichigo just has left yet that didn’t add up at all. They must find him. Kisuke had already stalk off to Ichigo’s previous office and saw if he could be able to find something that might be able to send them to the correct place. 

Kisuke finds the scrolls at the desks as if no one dared to disturb them by the dust that had already settled. He slowly dusts them off and moves aside hoping there was something. Anything that would give them anything to work with. His worst fear was watching the redhead leave him. Leave them like the dreams he had many times before. Like they were a sign to him that the red head would be gone, he should have just rejected them when they asked him to go. 

Opening them and throwing them when there was nothing useful inside of it. Sosuke came in after interrogating the site director for more information about where Ichigo would have gone. Yet to no avail as the man didn’t offer anything useful for them to go find their second half. Their eyes meet before Sosuke shakes his head and goes to help Kisuke look through the papers. “I just…don’t want to believe it.” Sosuke hears a faint mumble “Me either…maybe he just got transferred out of nowhere” He tries to comfort both of them with false hope. If Ichigo really just played with them then….he doesn’t know how much his heart can handle. 

Yet there was nothing they could find that would lead them to him. Nothing at all and both of them came to very different conclusions. Conclusions that had caused many fights between them. Slowly they drifted apart, met different people and had their own life that didn’t include each other. 

Once in a while Aizen wonders if perhaps he should have tried harder but Urahara had already fallen into the belief that Ichigo just played with their feelings and left. While he is stuck in the limbo he was taken away for a reason. And he will find him if it's the last thing he does. 

Except he kept coming up empty handed with nothing to work with was…frustrating. It has been 2 years since then so much has changed yet nothing really changed. Seeing his papers being signed to get transferred to a different site where he would be helping into researching SCP-2303 Tower of Silence. Hopefully that should give him a different purpose to….. just be a distraction before he gets back into looking for Ichigo again. Watching Kisuke and his new fancy he averts his eyes before leaving the canteen. He should take care of his remaining business here before he leaves. 

“I heard you are going soon, Dr. Aizen. Should we throw you a party? You've been here for far longer than us.” Dr. Lyra asks, walking up beside him. He offers her a small smile but shakes his head. There was no need for none of that besides he rather not let the other know about this. It would only serve as more fuel for Dr. Urahara to have something angry about. “It’s best I go quietly. Thank you for everything Dr Lyra.” He gives her a slight bow before closing the door to his office. There was still much he had to do before the day of his transfer. He kind of hoped that maybe Urahara would burst through the door and tell him to not go. However he doubts it looking at the door to his office yet no one on the other side. His eyes drifts to the 3 chess pieces, picking one up to look at it before he tosses them into the trash. 

There was no point in keeping them. Never was there any reason for them anymore. He wonders if it would be better if he just joined the Chaos Insurgency. Though he feels like they have been keeping tabs on him for that. They cannot have someone like him going around joking with other groups of interest. Aizen wonders if this is why he never received level 4 clearance being untrustworthy and all. Unlike Urahara. A shame. 

It should have angered him but it didn’t affect him as much as he did. Which was an understatement of the year. He sighs logging into his computer to see what was on today’s agenda. Since he had been writing a report for most of the day regarding a SCP he had a minor role in testing. However the Foundation loved their reports and paperwork so he cannot argue on that. 

Seeing the same list of items that he had to take care of. He sighs just another day at the foundation he really hopes, reaching over to adjust the cup. That today nothing exciting happens. 

Returning to his room seemed like whichever God he had ask to make sure nothing happened today had answered him. It passes without a breach or being attacked but then again their site mostly faces breaches not really. Unlike a certain site that got recently raided he heard by the sarkics again. He wonders if there are dates of when they get raided because it seemed to happen in patterns. Curious but too bad that’s not where he is going, only every selected person can go work at that site. Placing his bag next to the door, he looks at his room being a little bit too tidy for his liking. It used to be an organized mess by a certain two people but now that they are gone. It was too organized and too quiet. He sighs dropping onto his bed without bothering to remove his coat, he misses them. He wishes he would mend things but too much had been said between Kisuke and him. He doubts he will ever be forgiven for that. 

That night Aizen dreams. He thinks he sees him in the stars, maybe it was wistful thinking. The figure only watches him yet something tells him it is smiling sadly before he wakes. He shifts slightly reaching for his phone to see what time it was. 3 A.M. With a soft groan he drops his phone back on the nightstand and turns away from it to go back to sleep. Except he can't. He is tired yet he cannot go back to sleep. He sits up running a hand through his hair, nothing like starting the day early.  

Something told him that he should had stay behind in his room and he should have listened to his mother when she said listen to your gut feeling. Too bad today was not one of those days and he ended up in one of those break rooms making coffee for himself. Ever since giving up the suit he hadn’t had a coffee machine and he was really craving some. Others might just say he had a coffee addiction which he cannot deny but will never admit to it. Watching the liquid slowly drip down, he sighs when he hears the familiar clogs making their way into the break room as well. 

“Whatcha doing here making coffee already?” He doesn’t bother to spare a glance to the other person in the room with him. “Can’t sleep obviously.” He retorts wishing he would just leave right now but he knew that if he did that. The vultures that had been pulling all nighters would come to drink all the coffee before he made it back into the room. He feels the gray eyes on his back, trying to act like they did not bother him. Nor did he want to speak to the owner of those eyes more than he needed to. “Why won’t you stop looking for…?” He hears but decides best is to ignore answering it since there is a very high chance they will get into a shouting match. That would potentially evolve into a fist fight that has guards drag them away, black eyes hurt and he wants to avoid getting one before leaving for the new Site. 

Dr. Aizen pours himself half a cup of coffee before leaving the room hoping to come back when he can to get more. Like he said best to avoid a conflict when he can. Kisuke watches the brown-haired man leave with a scowl on his face. He really wonders if they have disconnected this far. That having a normal conversation was not even a thing for them. He sighs, grabbing one of those mini snacks they kept around to eat since the canteen won’t be opening till later and he was starving. Wondering when was the last time he ate, was it yesterday or early today? He should really set up an alarm for that….they used to come and drag him to lunch when he was way too deep into research. Scratching the back of his head with a groan honestly he should really go take a nap.

******

Amber eyes snaps open, there's knocking on the door. He has to go open it otherwise- “Ichigo is something wrong?” Like a fleeting dream the knocking was forgotten and he leans into the hand that was running through his hair. He hums softly knowing exactly who it was “Sosuke ... .5 more minutes.” He pulls away burying his face onto the soft pillow. He hears a soft laugh as he lets his eyes fall close with a grin “You were awake first darling but do go ahead. We do not need to be up at all if you want to lay in bed all day.” He peers up at the brown hair man who leans in to give a soft kiss to his head. 

“We got work, you know.” He whines softly wiggling away so he reaches over for his phone. Hopefully he isn’t late to clock in. That’s one thing about staying on the site is the convenience of not needing to be up early just to get to work. Mmmmm something about that kind of…..how weird. “Did you forget that we have today’s day off?” He looks up at Sosuke with a small pout “We do?” Seeing him nod, he grins widely if he really have today off then he is glad to be able rest up. “Yes would you like to stay in the room?” He nods letting himself drift off to sleep, there was something missing though. Yet he cannot place a finger on. 

How weird 

They spend the day cuddling and eating junk food that Sosuke had bought especially for today. Usually the Foundation tries to have their researcher eat healthy but every now and then they have some unhealthy food around. So to just be able to indulge for one day he wouldn’t complain at all. “You are so good to me.” Ichigo gives a toothy smile to the other who was preparing some ramen cups he had in their shared room. “Only the best for my little berry.” This made Ichigo groan at the ridiculous nickname. “Ugh seriously that weird nickname again.” He mumbles looking back down at the game he was playing on his phone. 

Sosuke comes back to sit beside him, pulling him closer by the waist “But your name means strawberry.” He teases tapping on the game to mess with the rhythm that Ichigo had set up “No it’s written as the one who protects so shush.” He tries to wiggle away so Sosuke can’t mess with his game anymore. “Yes but I prefer strawberries better.” Taking the phone from the other to pepper kisses on his cheeks much to Ichigo’s dismay. 

Just like that

The day passes in absolute bliss for Aizen 

Something he hopes to keep looking at the time on his phone, he places it face down. Pulling a sleeping Ichigo closer. He is willing to stay like this forever. Consequences be damn if he had any say in it. 

There's knocking at the door again. Ichigo wakes up in the dark yet he doesn’t hear the ticking on the clock that they usually had in the room. They always had a clock in the room but where it is. Or maybe they never had one and its just his imagination. He slowly moves away from Sosuke’s arms. Getting off the bed quietly so as not to wake up the other, he slowly moves to the door of the room. He opens it to see familiar halls but there was still that insistent knocking that he most open the door. He doesn’t know why…..he knows it's important that he most open it. 

Just as he was slowly stepping down the hall, following the knocking. He felt a hand holding his wrist gently. “Ichigo what’s wrong?” Sosuke asked softly, looking worried when he turned his head. The knocking had stopped and what…..what was he doing here in the middle of the hall. “I was….going to… I don’t know.” Aizen brings the other into his arms, rubbing his back gently “It’s ok let’s go back to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.” Ichigo nods, letting the other lead him back to their room without much of protest. Because there was need to ask anymore questions. As if ... .when he hits the bed and back into Sosuke’s arms he had forgotten everything. 

Everything was normal…..it was too normal and Ichigo started looking. He feels like he is seeing too much, his office is wrong. He knows it yet every time when he was with Sosuke it is like everything is better. But he feels like something is missing or rather someone’s missing. “What time is it?” He asked softly looking at the clock, did it ever move from 6 PM? He can’t remember. Something’s wrong and he had to find out. 

There's knocking on the door again. He needs to open it. He needs- 

“Ichigo let’s go get lunch together.” The door to his office opens before Sosuke steps in with a gentle smile. All his previous worries were forgotten. “Yea….I’m hungry.” He turns off the computer before heading to meet him at the door. 

*******

He walked down the familiar halls and there was a feeling that he was being watched. But he stands in front of the one exit door. The knocking was insistent and constant. Like the person on the other side needed to come inside no matter what. He doesn't need to know who because he already knew what was on the other side.

Sosuke really built a perfect dream for them to live in. Hiding the truth in plain sight. He got to give him credit for always being smart to know how to cover his bases. It’s only too bad that it was Ichigo who was dealing with him. Always able to pick up the discrepancies around and sometimes see through the haze around him. Placing a hand to the red door, he sighs it was time to end this. 

“Ichigo no!” Aizen rushes over to snatch his hand away from the door, the pounding at the door is louder than before. “Sosuke…it’s enough…the universe is dying. I must return to being….what I was before.” He tries to lead the red head away from the door yet the other refuses to budge. He gives a soft smile to the man who had granted him just a bit more time before turning to push the door open. “Take care, both of you….” 

“Ichigo!” 

“No!” 

Twin pair of hands reaches out to the figure who turns his back to them. All around them the world was being tore away piece by piece just like the redhead. 

“Thank you, but the dead must remain dead……” 

They hear him say, Kisuke didn’t even have the chance to see Ichigo one last time as Aizen refused to let him in. Fearing that it would disturb his perfect dream. 

There was darkness then there was light. 

Kisuke felt a hand on his face which he turns away from before he gets smack by said hand. “Don’t hurt him.” Someone whisper yells with a weird accent. Something he never heard before from all his travels. He opens his eyes to find them in a barren land, there was a destroy SCP site while he was laying on the ground outside. Holding his head before he force himself to sit up, ignoring the pain on his joints. He looked at the people who had been bothering him. They looked like normal people albeit rough up. “Where….” He mumbles coughing slightly before a child came forward to offer him some water from what little she had on her. 

He looks at the pitiful state of them, he pushes away gesturing to the site. “It's ok we have some there….haha let me go get some.” He mumbles getting up to head inside the place. There were some researchers scrambling around trying to find something to communicate with the main hub of the Foundation yet nothing went through. 

But at least he had found a bottle of water to clear his scratchy throat. Noticing the other people lingering outside the doorway watching them with curious eyes. “Where’s….Aizen….” He ask one of the researchers who had an armful of papers. They looked uneasy before nodding towards down the hallway. His eyes trails after them knowing exactly where the man would be, at the place where Ichigo was kept. He looks back to the doorway again before gesturing for the people to come in. “Get them some water and food. Looks like they need it.” He told the researcher before heading down the hallway with one last look at the group of people. 

He finds the man of the hour desperately looking for something in the destroyed lab. The previous place that held a machine designed to protect Earth the O5 Council had said. Yet such a machine was destroyed, the content inside was missing as well as the temporal machine that Aizen designed. He can hear the desperate mumbles of no and where are you. He goes over before yanking the man up by the collar of his shirt. 

“Enough! You fucking asshole. You almost destroyed reality with the damn stun you pulled now we don’t even know where we are!” Aizen shoves him back, going back to his search. There had to be something still there to work with. “You have gone insane!” He raises his hand to deliver a slap to snap the man out of his madness but Aizen was quick to catch his hand. “I have done no such thing! I was trying to save him!” He yells throwing his hand away looking back at the destroyed machines in front of them. 

Tears streamed down his face as he desperately wanted to find something of Ichigo yet there was no trace of him. Where would he possibly have gone- Shaking his head he goes back to his desperate search. Which was proven futile yet Kisuke went to help him search as well. They don’t know how long they spend looking before others came to pull them away. 

Later they learned that they had been sent to some planet elsewhere in the universe. Far from Earth and they didn’t even know if they were in the same reality. Aizen and Urahara did their best to keep busy with building this planet up. Using knowledge from working at the Foundation they were able to push the planet to new heights before Aizen went to work on his own project. 

He had been having dreams lately where he met the person he had been waiting to see. 

“I don’t know where this is, but we think it might be at the edge of reality. Like SCP-8001 you know. It’s not too bad here, you know. I get to see many things and help you guys. Best part is I get to bend the laws of reality if I want.” He watches how Ichigo runs a finger through the water-like surface. Watching the ripples as he did that before he turns to face Aizen with a slight smile. “How can I bring you home…..?” He reaches a hand out for the other to take, which he does before he is pulled up and into his chest. The white robes that they had adapted to wearing on the new planet flowed behind him. Even if he didn’t feel any breeze here yet it felt nice to just be here. “Don’t worry one day we will meet just not today. Never today.” Ichigo spoke in a cryptid tone before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Tell Kisuke I miss him…I wish he didn’t build those barriers so I could meet him too.” Just like that the dream ends before he can say anything else. He wishes he knew how to reach the edge of reality, if not to be there with Ichigo then just to bring him back. 

He meets with Urahara later where the man had taken upon himself to be an advisor to help the council rule their new paradise. They never truly had time to truly sit down and talk it out because their focus kept shifting through different things. To help with the development of this planet and aid the people to prosperity. He had stopped once he deemed his work complete; however Urahara had kept working to create the perfect Utopia. 

Facing each other without a hint of anger was new to Aizen while they are able to work without fighting. Outside of that they haven’t interacted much ever since then but now “You have been working too hard.” He points out seeing the dark bags under Kisuke’s eyes. The man looked like he was barely hanging on to life. “Yea no shit….been working on something big! That will bring us closer to Utopia.” He rubs his face with the palm of his hand before meeting Aizen’s eyes again. Who only frowns and shakes his head “I think we have done enough. Look, this world is peaceful…what else would you possibly want.” He gestures outside which showcase the beautiful city they currently reside in. 

That brings a frown to Urahara’s face as he looks out the city Aizen gestured to. Yea it was a beautiful place they both help build with the other researchers. Everything was peaceful but he fears there's still something missing. Something that he must fix before they are a true Utopia. “It’s still not perfect enough but that’s fine soon we will be able to fix it.” A sigh is heard from Aizen before the man shakes his head crossing his arms. Why did it feel like they were both speaking to a stone wall? 

This conversation was going nowhere. “Ichigo wants to meet you.” Aizen finally finds himself saying remembering his dream, maybe it was a delusion that Aizen built for himself but he highly doubts it. It was too real and he had been working on something that would either take him to the other or bring the other back to him. Or was it both of them losing their goddamn minds. “Stop it Aizen. He is dead and gone stop trying to bring him up. This conversation is over.” Urahara sneered before he got up and left their table at the restaurant. Well he had expected it for the other to react like this. Seemed like he all but had given up on the idea of ever meeting the other. 

He had the place pack his share to go before paying. Heading back to his home at the edge of the city and going back inside his lap. He looked at the project he had been working on. The dark movement moves erratically when he tries to reach for it, it reaches back. Soon, soon this will be the thing that would help him reach Ichigo. Just like how Kisuke tries to create his perfect Utopia. 

He knew that the man would create something terrible because Ichigo had asked him to stop but he cannot do it anymore. He wants the man to suffer his own consequences. He looks at the screaming dark matter infront of him. Soon. 

******

Kisuke looks around the place, the aftermath of the war between the Utopia and the planet of Hands. His own creation. His own madness….the very thing he created when he….what had he done. These people cannot suffer like this, he must help them now. Looking at the Utopia from the moon. He turns his back to them as he sets to send these people to a different world. 

Standing in front of the high Council of his Utopia. “The reason we haven’t sent you to one of our moons is because of your contribution. Go and retrieve them otherwise never come back.” The once gray eyes now turned a bright emerald green look at them with a type of emptiness that they haven’t seen in years. They usually held so much emotion in them, however now they are gone. What had this mad man done- 

“Whatever Shall I do.” He laughs unlocking the cuffs he was placed with. They cannot hold him back with something of his creation. “Tessai do you have everything ready?” He asked the AI he had created to help with the transportation. While these fools would never travel like him or them. But they would mess with that world, how unfortunate. He will take care of them when he gets there in such cases. “Yes sir. All calculations done activation will begin now.” They had tried to send guards after him; however, it only served to help the mad man. Their blood sacrifices was what was needed after all. The thaumaturgy energy coming to work, he held the last thing he found of Aizen. Looking back at the princess and enraged look in her face as she screams his name. A grin spread across face “See you later Princess Yoruichi~” 

Honestly joining the Daevite Empire as part of their priest was unplanned but not welcome. He had been living in madness for a long time, at least now he was living in madness that he is conscious of. He was damn sure he chose the wrong time but well since he was here he might as well have some fun, until a certain someone started retconning things. 

Kisuke growls seeing the man who had been ruining his fun “Aizen!” The man stood far off with a smug look on his face. “I thought you were damn dead!” He screams moving with a speed that normal people wouldn’t be able to. “You thought a lot of things but never were you correct.” The man blocks his punch before throwing him back. “You have become a monster.” He grits his teeth but retorts with “Same to you.” The long brown hair man only shrugs as if it was the last of his problems before turning away “I’m close to reaching him. Maybe you should catch up soon.” Kisuke frowns but he knew who they were talking about. The one who….He sighs not bothering to get up from where he laid on the ground. “He would hate what I become.” He mutters softly looking at the stars. 

“He would hate what we have become for him….” 

Shinji traces his fingers towards the last of the words yet the book seems to be writing however he cannot see anymore. It was his damn eyes again. Ever since things went back in time? He guess whatever they did put him in an unfamiliar place. He found a library that seemed to record everything yet he cannot find any books on them except this one. 

“The sounds of shoes came down the hall of the great library, green eyes searching for something….or rather someone-” 

“My my what are you doing here Shinji.” He drops the book, turning to face the monster in his nightmares. The man who made him into a monster “You found my favorite library mmm? What did you think?” He held his sword out painting at the green eyed monster who only smiles at him with that same twisted smile. “Stay away from me-” He stammers but the man moved too fast for him to track before a hand is in front of his face “You still need some fixing my puppet~ Let me take care of you.” Like his mind is cut off from his body the world goes damn yet his fear doesn’t disappear. 

The fear that the monster will turn him into something even worse. Damn he didn't even get to finish the book-