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The Hollow at heart
Swords clashed and sparks flew. Sweat glistened both their foreheads. The first male who had bright orange hair had a look of rage on his face while his pale counterpart had a look not only filled with madness but with a twisted sense of fun. The battle field was strange, not a normal forest or mountain but a odd place that was filled with a surprising calm, a blue sky and they seemed to be standing on a strange sideways building. This was Kurosaki Ichigo's inner sanctum his soul the very depth of his being. Currently he was fighting the toughest battle ever not against the Arrancar, not against the Soul Society who refused to help him. This battle was against himself. Not in the mystical metaphorical sense he was literally fighting himself. His ghostly pale counterpart smacked the orange haired fighter to the ground and charged wildly. The white blade got closer to Ichigo's face fear glazed his eyes as the sword got closer….
A sense of fear gripped the orange haired man he realized that this may be the end….he stopped moving and waited for the blade to cut him……
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