Hi there! Derpasaurus here - I've been interested in Yuzu fics lately and this pairing I found was sort of interesting - The ever cheerful and understanding Yuzu Kurosaki, paired with the aloof, refined, handsome and brooding Byakuya Kuchiki - Mix in a meddling older Twin, an overprotective Ichi-nii and some crazy antagonist and you have my weird brain.. :c I hope you like it ^_^
Why won't you call us, Yuzu-chan? Questioned a sad, soft voice which boomed through her mind. She knew who it was, of course she did. She couldn't call them. How could she, infront of all these people?
Yuzu glanced down at her Zanpakuto that was clutched securely in her left hand and let out a whimper. Her team was ambushed, out of nowhere atleast a dozen semi-dangerous hollows jumped out. It was supposed to be a harmless training mission, a few lesser hollows were meant to come in, and she didn't count on someone besting the officers that patrolled the outskirts, however.
Tsuiho called to her constantly, telling her that she was in desperate need of their aid – She knew that she needed them; an unsealed Zanpakuto couldn't protect low-ranked Shinigami fresh out of the Academy from so many enemies at once.
She was stubborn and pathetic. Scared of the judgmental stares that she would receive from her fellow Squad Members who witnessed the release.
Won't they hate you more if these Shinigami die.. Won't you hate yourself, Yuzu-chan? She knew the voice was correct – If she let them all die here, she would be hated, but the words were lost to her, those three words that could unlock her powers, save her comrades, gain her glory.
Yuzu had never been someone to fight, never someone for confrontation. She had never experienced this distorting feeling before, the painful twist in her gut that made her glare, gnash her teeth and wish to stomp something into the ground – Not until this moment.
Those mindless beasts threw away her comrades, those entrusted to her care as if they were spoiled children, bored of a new toy that they had received only hours ago. She was so aware of the suffering of others, every crack, slash, splat was amplified to her knowing mind.
Yuzu-chan! Yelled the usually calm voice of Tsuiho, Call us! Call us now, or everyone will die.. It will be your fault! The accusation stung Yuzu painfully; she felt pressure behind her eyes and transparent, salty drops forming in her eyes' corners. She was told when she started at the Shin'o Academy that her Zanpakuto knew more than anyone could about you, she knew at this moment they were right on the mark.
She surveyed the area slowly, cringing and grimacing at the sight of the Sixth Division Shinigamis' bodies littering the ground. Some created their own crevices in which they lay, unconscious, battered and bruised. Only herself and a few others remained, they didn't look her way, she hoped they didn't. She was a coward!
Seeing all of the pain that was caused crushed her soul, compressing her very being into a small box that only had one exit, she realized this, only a few people would see, it was worth it: "Okay," she whispered to her nagging weapon.
Good, Yuzu-chan! Forget what they think, I'll always believe in you.. despite the circumstances, Yuzu smiled slightly, such encouraging words spoke to her clearer than any other persons' words could – The warmth spreading through her spurred her on.
Both her hands connected to hold tightly onto the yellow and dark-violet hilt of her sword, she faced it towards the horde of enemies and her tussled bangs shadowed over her mahogany eyes: "Blend, Tsuiho Raito*!" she called, angered. Determination shone in her shrouded eyes and she felt her sword splitting into their respective hands.
Sinister chains clung onto her right wrist, while a gold-plated bracer enclosed on her other. Dual blades that were visibly opposites were held onto in their designated hands. A fight between light and shadow overtook her sight, before she could again see the horrific surroundings – she flipped her fringe away from her eyes and the hollows seem to show blatant fear. From experience, she knew that her usually brown orbs became heterochromatic, one was a gleaming yellow, radiant with purity and innocence, the other shaded, ebony-black and frightening.
Short swords made not of any earthly metal were clutched tightly into her thin fingers, both so very different from each other. When you looked to her right, you would feel as if you were looking into the burning flames of hell – Raging orange flames, intertwined with shadowy-purple, the sharp tips colored in ebony-black, matching her right eye. To her left, righteous energy jutted out from the heavy bright yellow hilt and guard, pulsating as if it was a living paladin's soul.
Inflict the pain that they had caused to you and your comrades, Yuzu! Commanded a new voice. It was male, deep and malevolent – It sounded as though it cackled evilly at the feeling of hatred she locked within herself. Say it, unlock my dark power to do your bidding! The demand shot through her senses like electricity and she nodded obediently.
The seemingly evil sword was pushed infront of her, aimed at the now slightly-quivering army of hollows. They stepped back; they were trying to escape her. She could hear the man's presence darken further and a comment about even idiot brutes such as them knowing when to truly fear their deaths, "Nukishimi no Gurippu*!" she screamed at them with vigor.
That command seemed to be like oxygen to an open fire. Magnifying itself, she watches in awe as it stretches out from her grasp and turns into something akin to a rope. Her hand lets loose, going through elegant and swift strokes. The sinister rope wrapped itself around four hollows that stood too close together for their own goods, extending further to wrap around them twice, then three times, four, five, on it went. Tightening its hold, they roared in pain, trying to no avail to escape their constricting bonds.
Snap! The sound resounded throughout the area and she looked away, flicking some of the tears she had shed to the side, she hated them, loathed them, couldn't stand that such monsters existed, but she was still Yuzu Kurosaki – Sweet, innocent, kind, loving.
She snapped herself out of the thoughts of not wanting to witness their demises. Yes, fighting was never meant to be in her grasp, or her sight. She was never meant to be anyone who would settle things in battle, but this was who she HAD to be. She had people to protect and she would do so gladly – Just like Onii-chan and Karin-chan. She thought determinedly, whipping her head back around.
There were five more to go; the trainees had helped each other in teams of six, taking down only a few of the hollows. She would definitely show no mercy, it was time for her brilliant and golden blade to take centre stage – Thrust into the air, she nodded at it absentmindedly before focusing on her targets, this attack had the perfect amount of charges to finish them off: "Seigi no Shesseki*!" she yelled, demanded of her Zanpakuto and it complied instantly.
She slashed infront of her over and over, thin blades like giant, yellow leaves made of blinding light sliced through the air and charged themselves up with the momentum of their trip – They cut into the grotesque flesh of their user's enemies as if it was melted butter and agonizingly rested in their middles, burning them from the inside with the energy.
She felt relief wash over her as she saw the last of the violent creatures falling to their knees and scattering into the cold wind as ashes, their charred remains quickly deteriorating after their deaths. She fell to her knees, exhausted, panting and sucking in oxygen greedily - clutching hold of her blades. She flicked them diagonally, side-by-side, her wrists connecting, it seemed to cause a reaction when the malevolent chains made contact with the holy plate encasing her small wrist. A moment passed and she was yet again holding her extended Kitana by its gold and black hilt.
She let out a long, drawn-out sigh and stood again, her knees buckling slightly at first, the supporting structure of her feet and shins seemed numb for an instant before regaining their own composure to steady her. She sheathed Tsuiho and her chest heaved once more, she still seemed desperate to keep her heart steady, she had never seen so much blood in her life. When she looked around, she noticed the few that were standing when she released her Shikai were unconscious aswell – She found this strange since she made it a point to kill the ones nearest to them before they could cause anymore injury – The truth was, they had fainted from her sudden burst of reiatsu.
Physically shaking her head, hoping to expel the negative thoughts, she realized she had to get them out of here, to the Fourth Division – But how? They were in the outskirts of the farthest Rukongai District. Then she felt it..
The oh-so familiar reiatsu that she had become accustomed to sensing whenever she sat at her desk, feverishly taking down notes, signing and documenting everything that was needed from a Lieutenant, it always accompanied the silence between the two people sitting in their designated places.
Captain Byakuya Kuchiki had been watching her – For how long, she had no idea. She secretly prayed he had not seen her Shikai release, for she had no idea what he would think. Luck wasn't on her side, but she wouldn't know this for some time, he knew her secret..
The very being in question stood, leaning nonchalantly against a wall. Some might say he was being heartless, the truth was when his Lieutenant slightly surprised him with her boost in power, he was preparing to jump in and use Senbonzakura to eliminate the threat, but she had beat him to it.
So that's her Zanpakuto's true power, he thought to himself, curiously, I find her strangely intriguing – I'll have to keep my eye on this one.
*Tsuiho Raito: Banished Light - This Zanpakuto is based off of Yuzu's demise in Hell. I see her character as someone pure, innocent, kind, etc. So that's where the Light comes from, but since she died in hell, she is technically counted as a Sinner, hence the darker side. The darker side of it is not necessarily evil, though he does say some weird shit sometimes - He's going to be the one hellbent on protecting her (Excuse the play on words xD)
*Nukishimi no Gurippu: Hatred's Grip - The darker side's suited ability. As seen, it wraps around targets within a certain amount of yards from each other and tightens. I plan for the period of this tightening to be 10 seconds and it is more effective the more reiatsu used.
*Seigi no Shesseki: Righteous Reprimand - Of course, the designated shikai release for the brilliant and radiant Light side. I guess, it's sort of like Getsuga Tenshou, though it shoots thinner attacks. It has five charges and the idea behind it is that it rests in the opponents body, burning them. I thought about how the Light punishes people for sins, so why not reprimand them with pain? :D
I have made an ability that will require the two opposites to come together, which will be featured later on in the story c: Until next tiiiime~