Far below that of a large island kept afloat by means unknown, a river of lava bubbled. Spouting vehemently against the rocks that it traveled between it formed a distinct path. The seemingly never-ending composition of molten-rock continuously traveled to that of a nearby abyss. Lining either side of this flaming river's banks were walls made of reanimated bones. The morbid collection of various skulls that could be seen scattered about created a chorus of melancholy wailing. Just a few feet from those banks large pillars of stone stood erect. A few winged demons sat atop these pillars, no doubt born from the vengeful spirits of those whose last vestiges were reduced to mere building materials.

The large island floating overhead cast an immeasurable shadow over some of the river that lay below. Being the size of what some would consider a new continent in it of itself, the amount of land equaled that of a circle whose radius reached two or so miles. Immeasurably, a large castle wall stretched around the edge of this island. The walls was constructed with brimstone bricks and were a good couple of feet deep. Only one entrance existed through this wall. It lead to a courtyard of industrial predilection containing many factories and facilities. Further down the road another wall stood again having only one way with which to travel through, followed by a final wall surrounding a towering structure whose design resembled Gothic architecture. More of the demons from before sat perched on top of whatever suitable posts they could find.

Even higher than that of this levitating chunk of dirt and stone a storm rumbled. Spitting lighting across the sky the storm crackled loudly. Because of the dense collection of storm clouds in the sky discerning the time of day became impossible. Peering out the window of one tower, a pony with a dark-pink mane and light pink fur watched callously as the storm raged on. Her eyes fell slowly as if pulled down by gravity itself over as much of her dominion as she could possibly see from her current position. With her ears perked to the sound of small instruments being set on a table, she smiled slightly. Letting out a chuckle she turned to face the center of the small room she resided in currently. Perched atop a pedastool an orb rested on that of a silver setting. As she moved to face the orb she readjusted her kilt comprised of several emblazoned cutie-marks. The features of her face were well hidden in the darkness of the room, yet became visible when she approached the orb. The light that emanated from the orb lit up her face. Despite this new source of light the left side of her face was still shrouded behind her straight mane which fell across her features covering them up. Giggling yet again in that of an ominous tone she stood on her back hooves, while orbiting her other two hooves around the orb. An amulet around her neck emitted a soft glow upon her doing this and instantaneously the orb started to act much like that of a TV whose reception was being adjusted.

An image of a pink-haired kunoichi was patched on through eventually and thus the pony could rest again on all four of her hooves. Still smiling she watched as the girl inside the orb remained vigilant in what she was doing. Her hands, sullied with crimson blood, placed organs into a large ice box. Upon closing the box up and moving to another part of the room the source of the aforementioned body parts was revealed, or at the very least what little was left of him. A blonde haired shinobi lay dead on a long operation table. His abdominal-sack was wide opened and empty while his eyes remained close indicating that he had passed on. The kunoichi finished cleaning up her tools and replaced them back in their original spots. She looked at her latest victim and frowned a bit.

"I'm gonna miss you... Naruto..." She stated slowly. She fought back tears knowing well that she had more important things to do than shed tears.

Choosing to remain silent up to this point the pink mare finally broke her silence.

"That-a girl Sakura, I knew you had it in you." The mare giggled.

Tapping her amulet with one of her hooves the orb lost the reception. Just as the mare prepared to depart the room she began to receive a message. Pulling out an orb, she checked to see who it was that was sending her a message.

"Miss Pinkamena... This is Rukia, Checking in." A ebony haired woman wearing a black Shihakushou said.

"Welcome back Rukia, I trust that you have found more resources?" Pinkamena responded.

"Yes Pinkamena, you will be most pleased with my results. Shall we meet to discuss further details in person/pony?" Rukia inquired being most formal with the pony.

"Very well, we shall conduct a small meeting, informally in the arena, however I have a few matters that need attending to before I can meet you. You shall wait for me until then." Pinkamena issued out her orders in a calm voice.

"Yes Miss Pinkamena, I shall await your arrival." Rukia responded respectfully and then disconnected the call.

Pinkamena stored the orb away and left the room. Traveling down a spiral stair case she found herself inside a large hallway. She walked down the hall until she stopped in front of a painting. Examining the work of art for a split second she saw an eerily calm pasture, that for the interior of this Gothic-styled castle, did not fit in the least. Raising a hoof she pressed it against a square button jutting out of the wall beside the painting. The frame creaked open revealing a smaller set of stairs leading to a hidden basement. It was very dark inside which prompted the pink mare to light up a candle sitting on a nearby desk. Being such a small area the candle did a pretty good job at lighting the place up. On the table were patches of dried up blood with many crude medical instruments covered in bodily grime. There were chains attached to the ceiling with skulls hanging from hooks at the end of them. Tucked away tightly in the back corner of the room was a small operating table with a fresh cadaver on it. Pinkamena put a jubilant pep in her step while galloping over to it. As quickly as she arrived she dipped her hooves into the still warm blood that had bled out from the gaping openings in the victim's chest and abdominal sack. Having already removed the organs previously, she reveled in her recollection of the gruesome deed she previously performed. Raising her hooves to her face she wiped the illustrious red nectar upon her cheeks and muzzle. In response to this, as if instinctively for her, her tongue flickered out licking all of it up.

"This blood... the smell... oh-ho-ho how he Sssscreeammed!" She nearly had an aneurysm from such high levels of uncontrollable passion and delectation. "It isn't enough... I need more, there are just so many delicious cupcake recipes I have yet to try!~"

Like she did with all of her victims she relished and took in every bit of this moment. Once she had settled down she got down to work. Taking one of the tools that lay unceremoniously on the desk in her hooves she started relinquishing the flesh from the cadaver's bones, placing the meat into a box. When not even a single trace of sinew could be seen on the bones, she trotted back up the stairs with the box. Passing by a kitchen, she stored the box in a large freezer, while humming a tune to herself. Leaving the kitchen she trotted towards the arena. Rukia found herself a nice seat to sit in up where a crowd of people would usually be seen occupying. Unlike other members of the foundation she was the only member found of using her orb for other purposes besides it's main purpose. Creating notes for herself served as the perfect way to pass time while waiting for Pinkamena. Upon the mare's arrival to the arena, she stored the orb away making her way to greet the pony.

"Miss Pinkamena, I am so grateful you could bestow me with your presence." Rukia addressed the mare respectfully and gave a curt bow.

"Yeah, we had best make this quick, I still have some things on my agenda I would like to complete by the end of the day y'know." Pinkamena made sure to put emphasis on the fact that she was a busy pony.

"Let's hear your findings."

"Yes, I have one female picked up from a location I used to operate in routinely. Knowing her daily activities very well I concluded she would be an easy target for our endeavors." Rukia informed Pinkamena of her findings, passing her a document that she had compiled herself, she continued to speak. "These are a set of records regarding her."

"Oh my~ Oh my indeed!~ You have found quite the cutey!~" She giggled ominously, a trailing trace of salivation followed the end of her sentence. Her eyes glanced over a photo of the victim in question before sighing. "Alas... Since I am too busy as of recently, I cannot be bothered to commit to her myself, regardless of how much it would pain me to task others with such a delectable beauty. Rukia, since you found her, you are responsible for properly disposing of her and harvesting the necessary resources. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Miss Pinkamena." Rukia cleared her throat before replying to the pink mare who was giving her a very creepy yet stern look which suddenly became sharp and vehemently aggressive looking.

"However, if you botch this up... you will have to replace the lost organs yourself." Her fiery gaze gave Rukia the shivers. "Now, I must be off. I want a full report and documentation on our stocks after you finish up."

"Understood." Rukia took a mental note of everything the mare said and then watched as Pinkamena turned and started to depart.

With that the meeting had ended and Rukia was excused. Leaving the stadium she traveled down a hallway heading towards a set of stairs located at the end. Ascending them she ended up at a door which she opened on up to the outside. Looking around she spotted what she was looking for. A foreboding tower stood nearby with a set of spiraling stairs. The building had thin sides that extended down and diagonally from the top center of the tower, and then after coming to a little over ten feet out of the siding they went straight down. Between the wall and five feet into the sides in addition to every other five feet up and down a section of the siding was carved out smoothly. This opening allowed for the stairs to continuously spiral up and down the tower with the sides interfering with the vertical descent and ascension. Rukia examined the tower more closely focusing on the material that the tower and sidings were composed of.

"Entmillium. Quite the frightening composition indeed." She murmured to herself. "A purple and black metal based mixture comprised of titanium, diamond, and bone-infused steel. We've only managed to get the newer parts of the castle rebuilt with this material, leaving the older sections in need of this implementation..."

After pondering all this, she moved. Traveling up the length of the terrifying metal structure she stopped at a doorway. Peering into the darkness of the room, she couldn't see anything. This prompted her to appropriate a torch from one of the nearby walls. Using Reiatsu she concentrated on to the tip of the stick. Spontaneously it combusted due to her meddling and she was rewarded with light. The room revealed cobwebs and an empty bookshelf along with that of a another set of descending stairs. With her new source of light in hand she traversed down them until coming across a tiny room with yet another entrance with the smallest set of stairs Rukia had encountered as of yet. This would be the last stairs she would see in her trip and as soon as she had cleared them the tunnel she found herself in now greeted her. The scent of damp graveyard soil and rotting flesh past into her nostrils with relative ease. Rukia relished in soaking up the stench. It was to her an ecstasy of aroma for her senses.

"This place reeks of death. Fitting indeed." She smiled. "I must make haste... I've no time for petty ambient-indulgence."

Her ears were serenaded by the symphony of whispering souls who accompanied her movement softly into the deeper parts of the foundation's dark abyssal catacombs. Her feet scuffed across the dirt as she came to a halt. In front of her stood a very old wooden door. Rust had overcome the knob and hinges and the planks that it was composed of were dilapidated and rotting. Rukia was also no longer in need of her equipped torch as two lay on either side of the door on the wall. A feminine whimper of the sort emanated from behind the door. Rukia smirked. Opening the door she stepped inside the same room the noise had originated from. Within that area there existed only one ample source of light, though in it's solitude it gave off quite the remarkable show of strength and fortitude. This was unlike the victim who Rukia could see bound to that of an old medieval torturing contraption.

The orange-haired and well-endowed female attempted to overcome a small case of being unconscious, her body starting to rustle as testament to this. With her hands pulled up high they were chained to the torture device by entmillium cuff-links which wrapped firmly around her ankles and wrists preventing her from moving very far. Her head rolled from side to side as the features on her face remained in a constant battle to become fully awake and aware of her new surroundings. Upon her cheek was a black and blue bruise from an unknown cause. The white blouse she had been wearing was ruffled and slightly untucked from beneath her skirt. The aforementioned skirt had also become in a state of disarray containing slash marks across the middle of the fabric resembling those that only a blade could possibly render. The article of clothing was, in addition to being shredded, beyond public decency. On her leg was another large bruise, and if that wasn't enough, she had on only one shoe, a second one appearing to be AWOL. Her orbs readjusted to the light when she opened her eyelids, the only things she could see was what the torch brightly shined upon. Rukia's entrance into the room freshly breezed into her ear drums the moment she had woken up. This partnered up with the darkness of the cell and caused the female to become real tense. Her heart beat rose, nearly bursting out of her chest.

"Orihime..." Rukia called out softly from within the shadows of the darkness.

"W... Whos there?..." Orihime groaned and quivered, her mind flooded with fear due to her unknown intruder and indiscernible location. The soft tapping of feet moving around and the clanking of metal from within a cabinet drawer made her jittery. It got closer. Orihime held her breath for a moment. Rukia's figure became illuminated by the torch for a split second and then, just like that, she vanished.

"Rukia? Is... that you?" Orihime felt like she had found herself right smack in the middle of a nightmare. A grim truth about unlikelihood of that became all too apparent when she felt pain jolt through her shoulder. Warm liquid traveled down the length of her arm. In a shaky manner she struggled to find oxygen, her body going into a mild round of shock in response to the injury. "What..." she sputtered. When she finally pulled herself together, it became blatantly obvious what had caused her sudden agony. A blade protruded out of the wound in her shoulder. Once again Rukia's frame came in range of the light making her presence known. This time she remained in the light. Orhime's pupils were trembling with intense fear while staring in disbelief at the person standing before her. She remained speechless. All the while Rukia just smiled at her.

"I am going to enjoy our little session together today, Inoue." Rukia giggled in jubilee.

Author's Notes:

Now, I know that this story seems odd having characters from Bleach and Naruto, but as the story progresses their shall be more ponies, and It will indeed be inside the universe of Equestria.