[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

BLEACH, eight floors of hell, seamless.

Light and shadow intertwine outside the blue-gray horizon, endlessly merging into the clear and clear blue above the head, clearly an illusion more illusory than the transparent and colorless atmospheric scattering sky, but purer than the picturesque island scenery of Sri Lanka The sapphire is more pure and profound.

The silver-haired Grim Reaper stands on the protruding terrace of the pure white building full of exotic styles, and the fence like a reduced size Roman column is embossed with legends and poems that are too unfamiliar to the Grim Reaper who has been immersed in the Japanese style for many years .

"I don't read much." The silver-haired Grim Reaper withdrew his gaze fixed on the horizon, and the ruby ​​eyes converged into almost pure black lines under the narrowed eyelids, "But at least I know that hell, especially the endless hell There is no light."

The soft rustling sound of pages being turned shook the icy air, followed by the soft soft sound of fingertips rubbing clean paper.After a long time, the owner of the finger finally poked out a pair of obsidian eyes from the pile of books. The pupils were so deep that they reminded people of a black hole that devoured everything. Because I said let there be light."

"Oh, oh, are you comparing yourself to a god? Matsushima-kun~" The silver-haired god of death leaned lazily on the uneven relief of the fence behind him, and the continuous picture scroll was covered by the wide and flowing skirt. The most magnificent scene .

"Need I remind you, Silver Lord." The man who once wore the vest of Matsushima Zero Degree and swindled in the world of souls and souls elegantly rolled up the exquisite sterling silver bookmark beside the table, and even the most delicate leaf veins were drawn out meticulously. The silver-white maple leaves shone brightly on the edge of the closed books, "Death is also...a god."

"But I clearly remember..." The pale fingertips touched the beautiful jaw, and the silver-haired fox curled the corners of his lips into a particularly malicious smile, "...the identity registered on a certain person's voucher has no spiritual power .”

"Oh? I never knew you would believe that kind of official certificate that can be tampered with like a child's graffiti." Qi Bai also reached out and pushed away the stacks of books that covered his entire upper body. I've seen enough with Soyousuke, Gin-kun."

The tip of the tongue pressed down against the edge of the protruding gums on the mandible, and the dexterous flick drove the smooth and silky voice to provoke a subtle and rising final sound, lingering on the lips, teeth and tongue: "Now let's watch something interesting."

In the center of the bright round mirror inlaid on the large mahogany desk, there is a dazzling spiritual light shooting up into the sky, like a thin roll of gauze stretching gracefully in mid-air.

The shimmering light and shadow intertwine to form a side face with blond hair at the jawline and a serious expression. Under the golden bangs, the deep red blood color spreads unscrupulously in the long and narrow eyes.

"...This is...Captain Hirako?" The frivolous Kansai accent resounded in my ears, and Ichimaru Fox's voice was full of undisguised suspicion, "What strange things did you do to him? , Matsushima zero degrees."

"Don't make me sound like a gentleman (transformation) gentleman (attitude) who has some strange hobby." Qi Bai also raised his head slightly to stare at the rapidly changing light and shadow in mid-air, the sharp and sharp outline of the lower jaw converges in the center of the jawbone , drawing a beautiful and graceful arc along the ups and downs of the neck bone, and the light in the depths of the deep black eyes suddenly changed, "However, so far, everything..."

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"Everything is in the plan." Urahara Kisuke put down the high-powered monocular telescope in his hand, and the tip of his frowning eyebrows calmly pulled away a little distance, "I hope Hirako-senpai can delay enough time to last until Kurosaki-kun has returned from behind the door."

"Compared with this expected boring change, I am more concerned about what Mako said to Aizen." Flying fingers on the optical keyboard of the mini portable terminal that I didn't know where to touch But San put one hand into the depths of the hood, and seemed to push the gold-rimmed monocle on the left eye with a crystal mirror chain attached to the body cover, "Tsk tsk, I feel a little sympathetic Aizen, his CP must have said something very outrageous, otherwise Aizen, who didn’t even fluctuate more than 3.5 peaks in emotion during the climax, would not have remained excited after 5 minutes, and looked at the trend, It's steadily climbing toward excitement."

The profiteer who put down the binoculars took out the inseparable standard equipment from the skirt of his clothes - the small fan fanned the smooth skin on the chest that generously contributed a large piece of pleasant vision: "Well... I can't help it, it's just Sansang. After all, Hirako-senpai destroyed the communicator 10 minutes ago."

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