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Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach, but I (will/shall/do) own the offspring! Boo-yah.
Preface:
"You…you…bastard! How dare you use my mother like that?!"
He laughed as he snapped his fingers and the pale, blue-ish vines wrapped tighter around her form.
She gave a small gasp.
"May you both enjoy the…luxury…of watching your loved one wither to death," he hissed as he faded away.
"Mom!" she gripped the handle tighter and started to run towards her but—
"Saiori! Don't! You have to stay back!"
She looked at him, her mouth agape. "But, dad! Mom is—"
"I know what your mom is and isn't,"—he raised his zanpakuto in the direction of the antagonist and his wife—"And that isn't your mother!"
The woman looked up, her worried frown turning upward into a mischievous grin; her grey eyes glinting with sheer evilness, her form twisting into that of another being.
Saiori looked on in bewilderment. She was so sure, so sure that her mother was there, that that thing was indeed her mother. "But…I…wasn't she…?"
"My, my, still as hostile as ever even though it's been seventeen years? My am I impressed."
"Quit talking like you know me!" he growled. "Where is she? Where is Orihime?!"
The figure that was once his wife laughed. "My, you truly do care about her don't you? Mmm, it seems you are not the only one who fancies her Kurosaki Ichigo."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "What? What the hell are you talking about?!"
The figure only threw her head back and laughed. "You shall see soon enough…" she closed her eyes and smiled. "Oh how I love to play games! I'm so glad he's let me participate even though I am a new born! But then again, he's also let my other brothers and sisters participate even though they are also newborns…so it would make sense," she agreed with herself.
"Enough of your crap already! Just tell us where she is!" Saiori yelled.
"My, temper, temper…" the figure smirked. "But I can fix that."
"What? Fix me? As if!" she gripped her handle with her two hands and placed it at her mid-side—her eyes narrowing down. "If you don't tell me, I'll just kill you!"
"Saiori, calm down and—"
Saiori ran to the figure, her zanpakuto blade turned outward, ready to slice.
"Saiori! Damnit!" Ichigo ran after her.
"Die!" she yelled as she swung the zanpakuto in a counter-clockwise motion.
The figure stepped back graciously, her lips tugging into a sharp grin. "Oh how fun! You wanna play? Okay! Let's play!" she snapped her fingers and the ground started to shake.
Ichigo stopped running and straightened, looking around him.
Saiori looked up, her eyes scanning the area.
"Now, since you two want to play…I'll let you play! Have fun with my pets!" laughter was heard and then, slowly, it died out.
"Damnit all to hell! What is wrong with these freaks?!" Saiori muttered as she straightened and held her zanpakuto with one hand casually.
Ichigo though, was not casual, his eyes were steely, his hands tightening on the handle of his zanpakuto. "Saiori, get behind me, now!"
She turned around to face him. "What? Why? She's gone, and well, quite frankly she only left us with—"
A shrill shriek cut her off.
She blinked as she turned around to see something crash through the pale gray walls. Oh. Oh crap.
The tail of the creature whipped around wildly, and its head was moving back and forth.
Saiori stood there, frozen and in place. She couldn't move when the gigantic tail came here way.
"Saiori! Move!"
But she couldn't, her mind screamed for her muscles to move, but they wouldn't. They ignored it.
"Saiori!"
She looked away and shut her eyes, awaiting the impact of certain death.
Okay, so, this thing (plot/story) is hanging on by a loose string. I don't know if I'm going to continue it or not…it all depends if you guys want to see it continued or not.
Oh and the preface is a scene of a future chapter. Oh and, any suggestions for a title? (please help me, I'm burning out).