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Electrified

Chapter Two

As Harry walked, hours passed with his slow progress, and he was forced to stop and rest every few meters and stubbornly try to use his new energy to heal. He'd learned quickly that the energy was as stubborn as he could be, and had started trying to coax it into assisting him, as opposed to forcing or demanding it heal him. He found himself wryly amused that this power of his was just like him in certain aspects, and so different in others. He and IT were both stubborn, strong, and had a temper that was held back by self-control and willpower. He, however, was anxious and jittery and nervous now, at the best of times, and IT felt calmer, quieter, and yet impatient, as if it was waiting for something to happen, but wanted whatever it was to hurry the hell up already. Harry could understand the feeling, but since the War... His impatience had been beaten down by anxiety, his calm swallowed by nerves, and his quiet destroyed by many panicked thoughts and night terrors. Still, he could recognize himself in IT, and so he continued to walk.

As the sun started to sink slowly lower, Harry found himself greeted by the sight of the first humans he'd yet to see, and silently damned his luck once more. A trio of what appeared to be bandits were surrounding a young, mildly pretty woman, all four of them dressed in what the Healer recognized as Japanese attire, if a bit out of date. The three bandits each had a bladed weapon, and were unshaven and dirty from nights spent sleeping outside. The woman had a bruised cheek, a busted lip, and what appeared to be a broken arm, which she cradled to her chest, brown eyes wide and wet with tears, fear, and pain as the men jeered and taunted her, leering. Harry narrowed his eyes, and felt IT rear up to curl under his skin, small flickers of electrical charge arching between his fingertips and his muscles twitched lightly, until he curled both his hands into fists. He softened his face, letting a gentle smile curl his lips, eyes squinted mostly shut in a guile-less, sweet expression he'd learned to use well during his Healing tenure.

Nothing made difficult patients fall in line like a sweet smile and an unassuming face on someone who could kill them in over two hundred different ways...

With a paper-clip.

"Maa, e-excuse m-m-me, sssirss," he spoke in Japanese, inwardly scowling at his new stutter and lisp, feeling small spasms in the muscles of his throat and tongue that had created both. The Bandits whirled around, and the woman choked back a sob, fresh tears beginning to fall. It was obvious she was torn between relief for the distraction, and despair because Harry, in his strange-too them-pale green Healers robes obviously didn't look like he could fight a precocious kitten, let alone three bandits with blades.

"The hell do you want, fucker?" One of them, a black-haired bandit with a heavy shading of scruff on his face, sneered; Harry tilted his head, still smiling and gently twitching. His scattered thoughts were difficult to corral, though the mostly stayed on subject, randomly thinking of the womans injuries, the bandits weapons, and the strange, distant static-like buzzing in the back of his mind.

"A-ah, I jusssst-t-t wannnnted t-t-to asssk-k ifff you could-d poinnnt m-me towrdsss a t-townnn?" he struggled to say; the bandit's sneer deepened as his companions called taunts towards Harry, until the Bandit before him lifted a hand, sneer slowly turning into a leer. His eyes drifted up and down Harry's form, and the twitch the formed above Harry's right eye had nothing to do with his electrocution, and instead a fierce sense of displeasure.

"Well, I don't know," the bandit said, leer widening. "I guess I could take you to one, but you'll have to pay me." Harry tilted his head the other way, letting his smile curl into a curious edge. Must not castrate the idiot, must not castrate the idiot, was his silent mantra, even as the buzzing in his head got louder, making his temples ache as it took on a furious tone, if static could take on tones, of course...

"I donnn't hav-ve anny m-m-monnney, ssssir," he replied simply, watching slyly as the bandit stalked slowly closer, thinking himself the predator when he was the prey. Step into my parlour said, said the spider to the fly, was one of many random thoughts that crossed Harry's fritzed mind as he watched the man.

"You won't need any to pay me, cutie," he purred, leering hungrily as he reached out to touch Harry's face... In a flash, Harry's hand flew up and clamped unforgivingly onto his bare wrist, smile never faltering as IT sent a strong bout of electric current into the bandit, making him scream and spasm, eyes rolling back and mouth foaming, body taut and straining, until Harry released him and he fell to the ground, unconscious, a large wet spot swiftly soaking the front of his pants and the smell of shit and ozone rising in the air. Harry lifted on finger, twitching it side-to-side in a chiding manner, even as sparks lit the tip up like a firework.

"Ah, ah, ah, nnno t-t-touchy!" he stuttered easily, still smiling as the other bandits snarled, lunging at him, their strange, bladed weapons in hand. Harry lifted his hands and pointed at those blades, which were held over the bandit's heads as they charged, and looked like particularly tempting lightning rods. Electricity arced immediately from his finger tips, shooting through the air like small bolts of lightning, and connected with the very tips of the blades, which worked like perfect conductors, leading the electricity down into the two bandits and sending them into convulsions, just like their companion. Harry released them just as he had the first, however, and the two men joined their leader on the ground, lying in their own waste as Harry coaxed IT back into a calmer state as he caught sight of the terrified woman, who was looking a bit awed as well. He wondered, suddenly, if she liked apples, but quickly pushed the random thought away, not even knowing if he should blame his empty stomach or IT or the after-affects of his electrocution on the fragmented thoughts and memories fogging up his head.

"Arrre you ok-k-kayyy?" He managed, stepping neatly over the man in front of him and slowly walking towards the woman.

"H-hai," she stuttered in return, hunching in on herself and curling protectively over her injured arm.

"M-m-may I ssssee?" He asked softly, pointing at the arm. "I'm-m-m a H-H-Healerrr," he told her quietly, earning a wary, disbelieving look, before she reluctantly offered her injured arm, hand trembling. She obviously thought that she didn't have a choice, he could just zap her into compliance, so Harry made a point of carefully having IT retreat from his hands, so he could gently hold her hand and use his other one to prod carefully at the rest of the arm, humming at her reactions. IT kept back, and the faint buzzing in his head alternated between outraged and concerned, to his inner baffled amusement

"B-brok-k-ke," he told her calmly, and then began to concentrate as much as he could on healing her arm, IT coming up and obeying without IT's usual stubbornness, the buzzing going silent as IT poured into the injured limb with nothing more than a few tiny flickers of static at the tips of his fingers to show it.

"Oh!" she gasped, eyes widening in surprise. "It's tingling! And the pain is fading!" Harry offered her a gentle smile and continued to work, releasing her arm as soon as the break and the bruising was healed, before moving his hands up and gently cupping her face, carefully healing the bruises and split lip there. Once both were fixed up, he pulled his hands away, feeling a flush of pride as well as a tiredness that settled on his shoulders, making him give a sigh. The buzz was even fainter than before, but it sounded vaguely smug about something... Suddenly, his thoughts on the static-buzz were interrupted as the woman tearfully thanked him, grabbing a hold on his sleeve and beginning to carefully pull him in the direction of her house... Or so she said. Harry made a point of pulling away for a moment and stealing the bandit's weapons, two, he now saw, were farming blades called sickles, and the other was a plain katana with a dark, leather handle. Harry used the sash the bandit had attached to the end of the handle, to pin the blade to his back. It was an awkward hold, but he would fix it up later, when he wasn't as tired or hungry or vaguely in pain like he was now. Besides...

There was no reason those assholes should keep them, and the sickles could fetch a decent price, as the were in good condition.

For now, though, he allowed the woman to drag him along, learning her name was Kioko Maeko and that they were in a place called Soul Society.. Or, well, in the East Rukongai, in District 64. It wasn't as nice as Seireitei, the center of Soul Society where the Shinigami, people who had powers like his apparently, lived, or the districts closest to it, but it was a much nicer District than the larger numbers, according to Maeko. She chattered at him continuously, answering his stuttered and slurred questions with surprising patience, as they finally arrived at a run-down looking farm-house, with a single apple tree beside it.

"You go on inside and sit down, Hiroshi-san," the young woman ordered, using the name she had insisted on giving him when she failed to proper pronounce his 'Western' name. Harry gave an exasperated sigh, but obeyed, smiling slightly at Maeko's almost Hermione-like attitude. Bossy and pushy and talkative as long as it's something she knows, and he met Maeko under dangerous circumstances, just like Hermione.

Maybe Maeko was a split of Hermione's Soul? A trans-dimensional copy of his best friend? Was that an orange bowl of black rocks sitting on the small table in the main room of Maeko's house?

Blinking at hit random thoughts, Harry pushed those questions to the back of his mind, and carefully sat on the mat next to the small table, sighing with relief as his trembling, aching muscles began to carefully relax. When Maeko returned with an armful of slightly soft apples, Harry accepted them with gratitude and wondered if the chatty woman would mind if he stayed for a few days to try healing more of the damage his death had left him. When he asked, Maeko looked both thrilled to have someone to talk to, and unsure because Harry was still a stranger, and a man, who had powers that could force her unconscious. Harry offered a compromise of him sleeping outside in the dilapidated barn, if she would be kind enough to provide a blanket and pillow, and that seemed to win her over. She carried the bedding out, and made him a nice-enough nest in some mildly mildew-scented straw, and then wished him goodnight and left him a single, long candle.

A bit of static from a fingertip had the candle lit, and Harry used it as a focus as he began to slowly try to clear his mind, or at least, organize his tattered thoughts into some semblance of order. IT crawled about under his skin, slowly fixing the damage from his death, which was more difficult than usual, considering how hard it was normally to heal himself. Taki-Sensei had once told him that even his magic had put other's healing a small ways before his own, which was why he found it easier to heal others than himself, and why his own healing happened slowly when others around him were hurt, even if Taki-Sensei was the one applying the Healing Magic. After an hour or so, Harry finally gave up, tired but relatively pleased with the half-hazard organization of his damaged mind and the mild reparations done to his extensive musculature and nerve damage. He blew out the candle, ignoring the small flashes of white-blue that licked along his skin, and curled up under his ragged blanket, trusting IT to leave the clothe untouched, as it had his Healer's Robes. Closing his eyes, Harry fell swiftly asleep, dreams flickering between memories and imagination, and IT still carefully, slowly working on his body.

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Bleach Corner:

The following information is directly quoted from the Bleach Wikia online. I own none of it, and if I place my own comments, they will be in Parenthesis with stars (*Like this*). Thank you!

Soul Society: Soul Society is an afterlife (also called the spirit world). This is also where Shinigami live and is where most Souls dwell until they are reincarnated into the Human World.

Rukongai: Rukongai is the largest portion of Soul Society and the most populated. It is divided into 320 districts (80 in North Rukongai, 80 in West Rukongai, 80 in South Rukongai, 80 in East Rukongai). (*I would like to also add, the larger the number of the District, the more violence it's prone to, evidenced by Zaraki Kenpachi, who came from District 80, called Zaraki. The closer to Seireitei, the greater the number of patrols, so the lower violence*)

Seireitei: Seireitei is in the center of Soul Society, a circular shiro with four main entrances, each guarded by a Gatekeeper. The walls of Seireitei are made of stone called Sekkiseki, a material known to negate all Reiryoku, similar to magnetic lodestones. The stone also forms a spherical barrier around the city which stops anything spiritual from breaching it.

Shinigami: Shinigami are guardians of the souls who are going through the circle of transmigration. Namely, they are "balancers." They exterminate Hollows who do evil in the World of the Living; they ensure the safe crossing of souls - the Pluses who have lost their way after death - by giving them a soul burial. Shinigami are the opposite of the Quincy.