Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I don't even own the Bleach that goes on clothing and smells really, really freaking good. Nope, my parents own the clothing Bleach. The only Bleach that I'm left with is the sad reminder that I don't own any of them, and... why do we even have to do these things? I get so damn depressed!
A/N: These will be updated periodically. I'm not 100% into Bleach, but I do drabble into it occasionally. I like the manga, but I don't care much for the anime. The anime creeps me out.
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Ichigo grabbed the railing to the train station before succumbing to his death. A very large Hallow stood before him, looming in his path; aware that its prey was not yet dead. Catching his breath, the Shinigami had absolutely no choice but to stand and fight. Raising his blade, he made the attempt of slashing his way through the enemy opposition. Needless to say, Ichigo Kurosaki did not get very far.
The enemy thrust him forward onto the guard rail once more. If Ichigo was struck again, he would finally plummet to his demise. Truth be told, that was the demon's plan all along; unfortunately.
Kurosaki swung his blade with immense force, cutting the Hallow in the side. "Why don't you just die and go to Hell already?" He questioned the beast in absolute anger. "Make it easy on yourself!"
The Hallow just smiled. "Some day I will," he admitted. "But that won't be before I get my delicious snack."
As Ichigo struck again, twice did the demon. The Shinigami teenager yelled loudly as he flew over the railing, attempting to grab at the ledge, but without much affect. The Hallow allowed for a booming smile to make its way across his features. He had finally killed the boy that had caused him so much trouble in the past. He turned around to make his slow trek down the stairs to claim his prize, since he wanted to be lazy.
In the bottom of the station, Ichigo picked his head up. Standing, he began to run for the exit. The Shinigami was going to need help if he was going to destroy this Hallow.
Needless to say, when the Hallow got down, his prize was not there at all. The hunter was about to become the prey.
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I almost killed Ichigo off, but I stopped myself. In my rough draft, Ichigo died. I do like torturing Ichigo.
~Driven