Hi,

If anyone is still reading this story, thanks for sticking with me, and I am so sorry about the wait. It's just chapters for this thing, come out kicking and screaming. When I do get a hit of the muse, I'm usually at work were I have no hope in hell of getting anything down on paper.

So hopefully this chapter makes up for it somewhat, and I promise to try and get the next one out sooner.

The Valkyrie transformation scene was taken from the game, it happens at the beginning when Lenneth first wakes up.

Disclaimer: I do not own. I do not want to own :D

Valkyrie

Long blond hair fluttered in the wind. A woman dressed royally in flowing cloth covered with a long coat made of falcon feathers, their tawny plumes trailing around her feet. Another stood beside her, a girl with long black hair that brushed at her back of her thighs. Her clothing a white silk shift, the edges embroidered with delicate golden stitching. Grand in its own way but paling in contrasted to her companion. They stood together mid-air, high above the ground, amongst the drifting cloud. Overlooking the vast spanning landscape beneath them. The snow caped mountains and the icy plains.

"This is Midgard," The blond woman said the other, "You created with many duties. But this is one of your most important. You must protect this world, and the humans that live here."

Her companion didn't speak merely glancing at the blond out of the corner of her eyes.

"You are not Æsir, nor are you Vanir. You are different, you are Valkyrie." The blond continued. "Your abilities are yours, your powers are yours. Different from anyone else. Even your sisters. They too have their own. And these powers can grow. For to properly defend this world, you must be able to rise up and face those that challenge you. Guide the souls of the dead, defeat the dark spirits and protect this world. That is you duty!"

The effect was almost instantiations. Gold veins, like little rivers begun to flow down the dark hair girls body crisscrossing and outlining. Across her whole body. The space between the lines, began to fill in. Ink black in colour, the armour appeared into position. And what once had started as a simple slip dress was now full battle armour.

A dark winged helmet settled over flowing black hair. And the blond woman smiled.

"Do you duty well…. Hrist."

#SC#

Urahara Kisuke was a lot of things. Shinigami, an ex-captain, a business man, an inventor, a teacher, the owner of a rather twisted sense of humour. He however was not prepared for what happened when he pushed Arisawa Tatsuki soul out of her body.

The sudden release of energy was bright and explosive. Knocking Urahara back a good few paces. The air hung thick and heavy, and the ground itself shook with the force of it. He could feel it pressing down on him, forcing him to his knees. In the distance he could hear Yoruichi's shout of surprise as she too was blasted with energy. He couldn't see much through the rocks and sand that had been blasted into the air.

There was another sudden sharp spike of energy as blast of black shot into the fake overhead sky. The dust and rocks blew backwards, clearing in the wave of power.

Finally Urahara could make out the sights, he spotted Tatsuki body lying on the sand. But there was no chain in sight, nothing connection Tatsuki body to her knocked out soul. He was scanning the ground looking for it when he notice her.

Black armour boots that reached up to the knee. Meeting a white silk skirt, that continued under a black breast plate. Up to a winged black helmet and the curtain of dark hair that surrounded her. He could make out Tatsuki features under the pecked edge the helmet.

Her dark eyes flicked from the crumpled body on the sand, up to meet his.

"Human," The armoured Tatsuki said, a voice obviously used to holding some kind of command. "You will tell me. What is this?"

Definitely used to command, Urahara thought. Not knowing what to make of this new side of Arisawa Tatsuki, he fell back on this one true thing he did so well.

"My, my," He exclaimed, fan appearing in hand fluttering, "Such a strange development Arisawa-san!" His light teasing voice matching to too cheerfully grin.

The girl's eyes narrowed, in a dismissive way. That made in wonder if she was somehow related to Kuckiki Byakuya. She had taken to examine her surrounds, so he examined her. Physical resemblance to Tatsuki yes, her energy though similar to the girls in a way it felt different now somehow. Unmasked, unleashed.

His eyes flicked to the girls human body.

Human, he thought, Tatsuki's energy was usually tinged with the feeling of a human. But her now? She didn't feel human, she didn't feel Shinigami, or Quincy or hollow.

She was nothing he had encountered before

What was she?

#SC#

Yoruichi's she pretty sure her jaw drop had been very audible and comedic. She had not been at all prepared for what would have happened when Urahara had knocked the girl's soul out. Tatsuki's story of dreams and reincarnation had been strange, not to mention more than a little farfetched. But it seemed now that there was more to Arisawa's story then Yoruichi had believed.

The girl had gotten bored with the silence, and disappeared in a flash step like move that had taken her faster and further than Yoruichi had ever seen. But still she was the Goddess of Flash for a reason. She speed after her.

It was a blinding chase of speed, before the girl final came to a stop in the woodland outside Karakura. She was looking around her surroundings when Yoruichi approached her. The girl didn't even acknowledge her arrival.

Reaching out a hand, the girl laid her palm against thin air. For a second nothing happened, and Yoruichi begun to wonder what she was trying to do. When colours begun to appear as if the girl was creating a rainbow. The fabric of reality twitched, the stopped and the rippling colours vanished. Tatsuki hand was knocked away.

"Was it meant to do that?" Yoruichi asked.

She knew that the girl had been trying to open some kind of passage, and that it had failed somehow. She got that by the looks of confusion and annoyance on the girls face.

"Something is wrong with the Bifrost," Tatsuki said, "The way is blocked. Something really has happened to Asgard." She sighed sadly "I have slept to long."

"Tatsuki?" Yoruichi called, and the girl spun around as if just remembering she was there, "Tatsuki,"

"That is not my name," She stated, "I am Hrist, The black battlemaiden, first of the Valkyries."

"You sure look like her," Urahara said as he stepped up behind them, Tatsuki body slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground, gesturing to it, "And we did knock you out of her body."

"A human life for me as I slept," She said dismissively, "One of many. With no more importance than a dream." She frowned, "I should not be awake. If Freya has not recalled me! Why am I awake!"

"How long have you been awake for?" Yoruichi asked searching for something of Tatsuki in this girl, "How much of Arisawa Tatsuki's life did you see? How much did you live?"

"All of it," Hrist whispered, she glanced away as if reluctant to share this, "From the moment I awoke in Tatsuki's life, it doesn't matter when it was. All her memories became mine. But I'm not Tatsuki! I'm not, if anything Tatsuki is me!"

"Then who are you?" Yoruichi questioned, "Who and what?"

"I told you already," Hrist said dismissively, "I have no desire to repeat myself. Be gone from my sight, bother me no longer."

With that she vanished with another flash step, but this time neither followed. Yoruichi and Uruhara looked at each other, then as one at Tatsuki discarded body. There thought was the same.

What now?

TBC

A/N I dunno if I'm happy with it but there it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, they do help.

Jess

There were two typed of Gods in Asgard. The Æsir were the older (Odin, Thor, Heimdall are this type) Later another type appeared the Vanir, (Freyja and some others were is this type) There was a war. The Æsir won, and the remaining Vanir joined them in Asgard.