Welcome to Bleach: Aftermaths.

This is my first time posting a thread here, but I'm hoping it works out. This is the setting after the Winter War, the Shignami have won the war, but the day afterward, they declare war on one of their biggest helpers throughout the war itself, the Vizards.

Suddenly the Vizards find themselves in a desperate battle to survive against the shignami, some captains loyally follow Yamamoutou's orders to the letter and are willing to throw away the lives of the once loyal captains, some are having second thoughts, causing a conflict within Soul Society itself, as it seems that someone is playing everyone for a fool in the background.

Please contact me with your character info, original characters are allowed, but only Vizards, Captains and Vices for OC's can have Bankai, due to the worry of excessive use of it.

Sara sits on the edge of the roof overlooking Karakura town, she still couldn't believe the war was over. After all that frustrating time working with the ungrateful Ichigo and working hard with her fellow Vizards to fight Aizen, it abruptly ended with the final blow to Aizen.

She closes her eyes, feeling the soft breeze ruffle her dark brown hair. 'Aizen' she thought lost in her memories, remembering the gut wrenching betrayal of that night a hundred years ago by Aizen. Then the backstabbing betrayal of Soul Society the next few days following, nearly leading to her friends and now families death. She blows out a breath, remembering the look on her captain's and mentor's face, Ukitake, when he found out.

A sudden stirring from her mind yanks her from her memories as Uremetsu, her zanpaktou meaning wolf demon and her hollow react to her pain. She snaps out of it fully, pushing away the memories, sensing someone coming, not having to look back to know it was one of her family. "Can't sleep either huh, Shuyin?" She asks not looking back.

Meanwhile in Soul Society chaos reigns. The day after the biggest toll on the sereitei and the newly formed Central 46 and Yamamoutou pass down new orders. The Vizards, who helped through the war, were one of the biggest turning points in the war, were to be killed, wiped out of existence like the Quincy and so many other races.

Ukitake looks at the orders of the Sereitei, disbelief and worry on his face. He trusts Yamamoutou, but sometimes he questions the orders like now. "What are they thinking? So soon after the war? The bodies still haven't been accounted for in a lot of cases." He murmurs to himself in shock and worry.

A grin forms on the young man's lips, though he was nowhere near as young as he looks, surprised once again at how perceptive the girl was. He was barefoot, each step barely making a sound, his walking stick in his arms at the moment, though he knew that they could all sense spiritual pressure, so it was useless to try and be silent. He wore little more than his shorts at the moment, a light sheen of moisture on his chest, the towel on his shoulders hinting that he had just taken a shower. He sucks in a breath slowly, his braids tied back with the green ribbon normally tucked into his pocket, speaking quietly as his walking stick drops to the roof with a dull thump, leaning on it.

"Never can...it's rare when I actually do get to sleep well now. The constant anxiety...every action has a consequence...and the actions taken recently were quite drastic. I'm just waiting on our consequence now."

He heaves a small sigh as he lets his eyes wander the expanse of the town below from over her head, standing behind her with his staff in hand. He knew it was a bit underpowered, yet he made up for that with his reiatsu and his skilled usage of cero and a select few kidou spells. His skill bordered on the monstrous when he actually applied himself, nowhere near the physical monster that Kenpachi was, yet no less dangerous. The mindset was much different however...to defend, not to attack. That was Shuyin's code. His brow arches for a moment, his eyes then closing as he speaks once more, the same quiet tone of before.

"So what's got you up here now?"

Sara shifts her weight, lost once again in her thoughts in the battle. Her black jeans rustling slightly as she moves before getting more comfortable. She glances back at him with her hazel eyes. "Do you think we did the right thing helping them?" She asks, already knowing the answer, the casualties would have much higher if they hadn't stepped in when they did, she already knew they lost several lieutenants and many more seats during the battle. They would've been wiped out without the Vizards help.

She blows out a breath, looking back out over the town. "I wonder if Ukitake is okay..." She says half to herself, worried about her old mentor.

Shuyin opens his eyes once more as he stares out over the town once more, his fingers curling on his staff before letting it slowly tilt to the side. It gives off a soft sound as it drops to the roof, letting it rest behind her as he shifts to move himself to sit beside her. He also whips the towel off of his shoulders, laying it atop his walking stick zanpakutou to keep it from rolling away. His hands drop to his lap afterwards, now shoulder to shoulder with the smaller female, turning his head to look at her for a moment.

"Well, what I think really doesn't matter, though I do think that if we all thought it was right at the time, it was the right thing to do. As to the Captains, I'm sure they can look out for themselves. I've really learned to care less since leaving...there was no reason for me to keep caring once I was gone. What's done is done. I had my time there and now that time is up. I've grown...I'm better than I was before, yet...likely I will one day be viewed as a threat for that."

He nods sagely, his head lowering for a moment, looking down to his hanging feet, kicking them for a moment as he lets his eyes close, his fingers curling in his lap. Cocking his head to the side, he could hear his neck crack more than he could feel it, moving his hands to crack his stiff fingers, as well. When done, he turns his head once more, looking over to the female beside him. His lips part, allowing his tongue free to wet his lips, speaking in a softer tone for a moment.

"The question is, though...are you okay?"

Sara sighs, flopping back so her arms prop her up. She was so tired, she felt like a giant black hole was sucking out all her energy. She was tired of everything, the fear, the raw emotion, the daily battle with her hollow. She liked her powers as much as the others did, but with everything that came with them, it dragged her down and wore her out. Even though the others don't try to show it, it's seen sometimes in their expressions, the same tired, hunted look that haunted everyone. She fingers Uremetsu on her side, feeling the blade vibrate in eagerness and impatience to go out and get revenge for their treatment.

"Just... Tired..." She says quietly, again so it could barely be heard over the wind, knowing Shuyin would understand, that they all understood by now.

Reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder, he nodded slowly, fingers curling to give her shoulder a soft squeeze as he sucks in a slow breath. He could understand tired, for he, too, was tired...tired of most everything. Though conquering his inner hollow had given him power, the constant inner struggle along with day to day life and the worry that came along with it tended to wear one down. His other hand slowly slides back to steady himself with his palm flat on the roof, for he had wavered just slightly as he had situated himself. His feet swing out again for a moment, his toes curling as his back arches, letting his spine crack. He emits a soft sigh before speaking, reaching his hand a bit further back to pull La Pacifista closer, feeling a bit better when his zanpakutou was closer.

"That much I can understand. I don't think we will ever not be tired, for there is always something that must be done and if not...there are other things that prevent us from doing what we must. We just have to make the best of things. I try my best for us all...I try to keep the peace when I can, yet...sometimes it just can't be done. Makes me feel run down sometimes, you know?"