Meh, I was bored, so I decided to write a few short drabbles on Bleach. Remember, it ain't mine! Everything here belongs to Kubo Tite, all I did was mix up the order.
Kurosaki Ichigo was in a bind
Kurosaki Ichigo was in a bind. A wrap. Tighter than chains. Why? Put it this way. He was cornered in a tight place with ten Hollows on his tail. No problem, Zangetsu can cut through them with ease. Problem? Well, he didn't have Zangetsu. Now that sucked. It blowed as well, but that's besides the point. The newly instated Captain of the Fifth Division didn't like it. I mean, c'mon. A Captain, caught without his zanpakutou by ten Hollows? What a riot. Instant demotion, and Rukia'll never talk to him again.
Speaking of the petite shinigami, Ichigo glanced down at his hand. The familiar zanpakutou that had stabbed him through the heart back when they had first met was firmly in his grasp. Now how had that come into his possession? Oh yeah, Rukia told him to bring it to her. Her fault for leaving it in the Material World in the first place. Well, it was a simple trip. There and back. Hell butterflies've checked the Dangai, and no Sweepers'll be in that week. So he'd neglected to bring Zangetsu. Okay. So let's look on the bright side.
He had a weapon. A sword no less. True, it wasn't his, but hey. It's still a sword. Can't complain. His hazel eyes narrowed as he assessed the Hollows, creeping slowly towards him, all too aware of the weapon he held. His Captain haori helped too, made him look powerful. Too bad he knew jack all kidou. These guys'd be toast if he did. Ichigo tensed. The lead one was about to pounce. Not too bright too, had a look around him that reminded him of Ganju. That made him want to laugh. Alright. Bad time for humour. Let's get this over with.
He leapt forward, natural strength enabling him to easily disembowel one Hollow. Nine to go. With a spinning kick, he slammed the second one deep into the ground, where Rukia's zanpakutou impaled its mask, destroying it as he ducked the claws of a third. But even as he ducked, the claws shredded the air above him, neatly taking off a few strands of hair.
That did it. Ichigo never did like people playing around with his hair. Without even thinking, he brought Rukia's zanpakutou to bear. "Mae, Sode no Shirayuki!" he shouted, as he'd heard Rukia shout so many times before. Dance, Sleeve of White Snow. Even the name and release phrase sounded cold. He wasn't really expecting anything to happen, I mean, this wasn't his zanpakutou. Well, he was in for a shock.
Ice flooded the thin dark alleyway he was in, transforming the place into a multicoloured light show as the ice reflected light from the outside. Pretty. But not exactly safe. For the Hollows that is. They were frozen before Ichigo's astounded eyes, ice creeping around them freezing them in place before surrounding them, stopping them in time as they ceased to draw breath.
Ichigo brought the sword he held up to the light, certain that what had happened was just an illusion, and that he was holding Rukia's sealed zanpakutou. His eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful zanpakutou in Soul Society, a pure white sword from blade to pommel, plus a long untarnished ribbon that flowed from the pommel itself. Even as he watched, the sword, sensing that it need intervene no longer, sealed itself, and the ice melted away into nothing. Weird? Very much so.
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