To tell you the truth, he had never dreamed of it coming to this.

But then again, he had never really dreamed.

He hovered, breathing in the scent of a stranger's blood as said stranger appeared.

This man was unwelcome in his home. He shouldn't be here.

The hisses and roars that spilled from his jaws couldn't be called a language, but somehow this stranger understood and replied.

"Join us," the stranger outstretched his hand, nails tipped in blood glowing in the light reflected off of his icy plain.

This man smelled wrong.

Once again the unspoken language echoed across the desolate landscape, and once again, he was answered.

"Join… or he will die."

The giant deity didn't need to ask who he was.

And with the scent of blood on the wind, he agreed. Roaring as pain ripped up his spine, and he shrunk. His usual scales were replaced by skin and hot regret ran through his newfound veins.

But he had to do this.

Whether he wanted to or not.

He tried to give the youngling a warning. Summoning the rest of his old form's strength he tried to contact him.

But the boy could not understand him.

And he dissolved into the wind, as he was blocked by the man saying they were 'equal.'

Back in the dark shadows of the cave he now called home, he bowed his head in sadness.

He had failed.

The youngling's eyes widened in shock, betrayal, fury as he finally stepped out from hiding.

Just like the man smelling of blood had asked him to.

And the question in his partners eyes asked him, why?!

But he had no answer to give as he felt the weight of his captors gaze on him. They all stood, waiting, as the man gave his introductions, and he didn't turn as he heard the booms of destruction and the screams of the dying behind him.

Though he watched as the shinigami all flinched.

Why'd it have to come to this? Why are you all obeying this stranger? Can you not smell his taint?

But his silent question to the zanpakutou around him went unanswered. They were betraying their partners without a second glance.

But then again, wasn't he doing the same thing?

They attacked, each going to their supposed 'masters.' Even though they had never thought of them like that.

Sadness, infinite sadness flooded him as he leapt forward, meeting the one who he had put through so much, with the swing of his sword.

"Hyourinmaru!!" the name was snarled as it left his partners mouth. And that familiar tug to release, be in the younglings hands returned. But he blew it off. Slicing sideways through Toushirou's stomach.

They could never return to those days again.

And this is my take on the betrayal of the zanpakuto.

Did you notice that Hyourinmaru seemed so sad? And that he tried to matierialize for Toushirou?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading that.

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