Soul Reaper Superboy

                                                 -Crossing Over-



                                               KA-BOOOOM!

                                                 KA-BOOOM!

That’s what the sound of these walls falling apart when the young boy known as Conner Kent touched the walls in this strange place to break free. He was breathing hard as he ran throughout the maze-like area. Before awakening in this weird place, Conner knew one thing was definite: He was dead.
Conner goes by many names. Kon-El is one, but the one he favors the most is Superboy. He hasn’t had the simplest life imagined.

Now he finds himself running from people who might had revived his body. He also took notice in what he was wearing, a full body robe version of his custom’s T-Shirt, black with the red super ‘S’ on the chest.  The last thing he remembered was that tackling a psychotic Superboy into a tower that was disrupting realty and… dying. He  died. Cassie cried over his body, his best friend Tim was just as devastated, and Clark… Superman… the Man of Steel… was… crushed…

Did I really have that much of an impact on them? Thought Conner.  He was the half human clone of Superman. But believe or not, the life style of being just that is more interesting than it sounds.

And that is when he was alive, but now, after death, Conner found himself being chased by other guys in black robes, wielding swords.
“Stop!” shouted the head honcho of the group, “As Commanding officer of the 2nd division of the junior Guard Squad, I command you to stop! STOP! Okay, then… DOG PILE!”

The mass of the swordsmen then tackled Conner, trying to see if they could slow him down. But even the countless waves of men seemed to do little to faze the Teenager of Steel.

                                                 KA-BOOOM!

Using the same power on the walls, Conner sent the soldiers flying off of him in various directions.

“Man, those guys STINK!!!!” Conner said to himself. “Does this place has a laundry-mat or not? Sheesh!”

Going on foot seems too much trouble. More of the swords guys are coming in Conner’s way.

Okay, Con. Think. THINK. You died, you know that for sure. So you better not do it again. You can fly over these losers… BUT this place might have Ground to Air missiles or something like that. Better sticking leaping tall buildings in a single bound.

The second swarm of swordsmen came at the teenage hero; Conner jumped over head, flying up to the top of a wall. From there he can see great distance in the What-ever land that he is in.

“Dude!” Conner said in disbelief, starting to descend of his jump, “I’m in ancient Japan!”

Conner than touched down on the wall top with his foot, and then it felt like he was exposed to Kryptonite, or to one of Bart’s quick-make meals from the 31st centenary. Conner lost balance and fall off the top of the roof and back on the ground, lucky for him. Had he stay on there any longer, he would’ve lost his life… again…

“Okay,” Conner grunted as he got up, “'Don’t touch the fence,’ got it.  Here I ago again!”

The hero then began to sprint again. It was like he was in a whirlwind of utter confusion, even for him. His girlfriend is the demi-goddess daughter of Zeus, he’s friends include a super-sonic speedster from the 31st centaury, and a human tiger prince who hunted Conner down and presented him as a gift to his girlfriend. But this. This seems something that even Superman could handle.

“Man, why is it, that when the people of Krypton died, they stayed dead but when the ones on earth die, they always comeback?!? It’s like living in a ‘Captain Carrot’ comic! …or just living real life…”

“ROAR! ZABIMARU!!!”

A huge sword with various ‘spring extensions’ in it shot up right in front of Con. The boy skidded to a halt.

“Well, at least some things haven’t change too much on the weirdo meter, here in this…. Where-ever I am.” He muttered.

The wielder of the sword was a red head with a spiky ponytail. His bangs were held up by what looks like a pair of over price sunglasses. He also had a various tattoos around his brow and neck.  Conner was soon surrounded by other people in robes.

“Now,” the redhead said with a tough guy persona, “Don’t bother with running. There is no place for you to go.”

“Well,” said Conner, “If I can’t run, I’ll just go up, Up, UP and AWAY!”

And after saying another of his cheesy lines, Conner then kicked of the ground and started to fly he went straight up into the sky. The force of his take off cause powerful gusts of winds, causing the red head’s glasses to fall off his head and hit the ground, breaking instantly.

“Oh man, I just bought that!”

Like a speeding bullet, the teenager was going at breathtaking speed. But just as a bullet, it will come back down and take a life. Conner was at an altitude that was so high, he could make out a chimney of a house far off in the horizon when made contact with some sort of force field. Electricity flow through out his body, shocking every cell within him. And Conner then blacked out, falling down to the ground while being miles up in the air.

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In a mysterious, dark, laboratory room, Conner was floating in a futuristic glass cylinder, striped down to his underwear with his mouth covered by an air machine. The teen of steel was asleep, but he could easily hear the voices of people outside of the tank. Two people were watching him. One was a kind looking woman with black hair; the other was an opposite, considering he had a skeletal like face with the wieredest hat ever created. Their faces were highlighted from the green light coming from the liquid that Conner was floating in.

“…is this a good idea, Captain Kurotsuchi.? Giving someone with so little experience such a high rank in the soul society? He hasn't gone to the academy.” Said a female’s voice

“Retsu,” said a male’s voice, “From the records from this boy, he as more then enough experience for the job. But still; I believe that Superman-2 could have been more useful to us when he died.”

“The reason why we let him be was that he was mentally unsound when he wife died and would have cause compilations if we had recruited him.”

Conner’s face flinched at that comment. They call stealing him from the dead an method of recruitment?

“Looks like we struck a nerve.” Said Retsu. “Must be the machine you put him. I healed his injures from his fall, but you put him in this monstrosity to help him recovery the energy he lost when he touched the force field.”

“He’s used to it; he is just a clone after all.” Bubbles began to form in Conner’s tank, racing to the surface at an alarming rate.

Retsu felt a premonition and began to walk away, “I shall fetch his robes and a towel.”

As for Kurotsuchi, he continued to taunt Superboy, “And he’s purpose was to serve the organization that created him. ‘Cadmus’, was it? Named after the Greek legend of the man who created warriors from dragon’s teeth. But since Cadmus is no more, the Soul Society can have full claim of him. First thing we need to do is the erase all memories of Superman, the Kents, Robin, and that Wonder Girl.”

The tube then shattered and the half naked teenager covered in green water was flying straight at he skeletal face man. Conner had the experience to have his minded empty and considered to be a lower form of life. He would never let something like that happen again.

“CONNER KENT!” shouted Restu. And by hearing the civilian name given to him from the man that treated him like family, Superboy stop with his hands around Kurotsuchi’s necked in tight grip. Conner turned his head to see the kind looking woman holding a towel in one hand and Conner’s folded robes in the other.

She gave a reassuring smile, “All will be explain. We mean you no harm.”

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“Okay, so this whole thing goes like this: I am dead. And since I’m a superhero, who is just happens to be a genetic experiment with an underdeveloped soul who died in a universal pile-up, I was sent to this… Soul Society and instantly became a ‘Soul Reaper’ whose job involves fighting and saving ghosts of dead people?”
“In simple terms: yes.” Said Restu

“And to complicate it, we’re going to attend the squad captains’ meeting. The 13 squads’ high ranking officers attend this meeting for crucial matters in the Soul Society.” Said Kurotsuchi.

The two strangers were leading Conner up a winding staircase on a mountain side that overlook looked everything as if it was the center of the world.

“So I take it I’m a captain?” asked Conner.

There was an odd, repressed chuckled from Kurotsuchi.

“YOU?! A captain! What makes you say that?”

“Well, you ARE taking to the Captains’ meeting, so I presumed that I am one.” Replied Conner, being total ticked.

“Actually,” Retsu butted in, “Since you are inexperience in the ways of being a Soul Reaper, but at the same time, an experienced hero; you earned the ranking of 3rd seat in the 14th squad.”

“14th…. I thought you said there are only 13 squads.”

“We established a 14th squad, to deal with metahuman aberrations.”

“Huh?”

“You will be filled in at the meeting.”

“Two more questions, who else is in Squad 14?”

“Oh… just you.”

“And how many are in your squads?”

“Oh… umm.. just about… 200 or so.” Said Retsu, rather embarrassed.

“So I am in a squad in that’s has to deal with ghost with powers beyond that of mortal men with no back while you’re in the captain of an infirmary squad with 200 officers working for you. Does that seem fair to you, lady?”

“Well… um… that’s a third question. And besides… Medical treatment is essential.” She then recollected herself and gave a definite answer, “It will be explained in the meeting.”

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“Man, what a pain.” Said the red-head who wielded the spring loaded sword. He stood with an undignified frown on his face while he obverse all the soldiers who tried to take Conner down lying on the ground, being treated by the medical core.

“That kid has serious issues. He took out at least 35 Soul Reapers during his little tantrum.”

Another Soul Reaper approached the red head, she wore plain glasses and was carrying a pile of papers.
“Lt. Renji Abarai?”
“Yea that’s me.”
“You have to fill this paper work for today endeavor.”
“WHAT!?!” Renji shriek in outrage, “Why should I fill out those things? The whole was done by but that new guy for Squad 14!!”
“But the officers used to apprehend 3rd Seat Superboy were all from Squad 6 and since Captain Byakuya Kuchiki is away on business, you’re in charged of the paper work for Squad 6, sir.”
“Argh! This so unfair, the newbie causes trouble and I’ have to pay for it. What else could go wrong?”
“Aren’t you to be late for the Captains’ meeting?”
Renji then felt as though a giant iron pot just wanged him over his head.
“Oh… crud...” He said as he clutched his hand in rage, he then grabbed his paperwork and ran off. While sprinting, Renji called out to Soul reaper, “By the time the meeting is over, I want the request the forms to have this paperwork filed over to that clone chump!”
“But sure, didn’t you read the memo!” cried out the Soul Reaper, “Today’s meeting will include…” but Renji couldn’t make the last part out as he went of ear-range.”

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Kon: Oh alright, A FanFic about me, it’s about time. In the next chapter, I’ll be introduced to the Thirteen Squad Captains and the high and mighty Captain General. They must realized my valued on the show and want me to be of service to the Soul Society.
Conner: By doing what? Being a part for ‘Toy for Tots?’ Besides, it’s Kon-EL. As in: I’m Kon-El and I’m going to be next the chapter.
Kon: No, I’m Kon!
Conner: I’m KON-EL! It’s my Kryptonian name, you Beanie Baby reject!
Kon: I’M KON! The next chapter is going to be in Spanish, which make Kon El into ‘The Kon,’ which happens to be ME!
Conner: No it isn’t, you little lair! I’m gonna Tactile Telekinesis the stuffing out you!