Title:
Of Shinigamis And Karatekas
Summary:
A series of one-shot drabbles on Ichigo and Tatsuki which are for most of the part unrelated and without order. Chapter 1: Analgesia.
Disclaimer:
BLEACH does not belong to me; I am merely someone who enjoys both reading and writing fanfiction.
Don't waste your
time on me; you're already a voice inside my head.
- Blink 182,
I Miss You
'Why are you always so insistent on protecting everyone?'
He lunged hazardously at the black amorphous monster, aiming for a fatal blow and hopefully, ending the battle quickly.
'I don't need your protection!'
He didn't see the curling tail, waiting for a foolish move.
'I need you…'
He was whipped across the large classroom, smashing into desks and chairs along the way before finally crunching hard against the wall. His head crashed into the nearby board, scarring his face with untold scratches and gashes. The impact drove all air out of his lungs, and his attempts to regain his breath were rewarded with several bloody coughs.
'So…'
His world spun around him, with darkness slowly encroaching on his vision. He clutched his blade tightly, trying to maintain his grip on the world. Pain wracked his battered body.
'Don't leave me.'
Using his blade as a prop, he managed to get up on his feet, albeit still wobbling. He'll have to end the battle swiftly before he either lose all consciousness or faint from the excruciating torture and that would mean death. Gripping the hilt tightly, he drew it up, leaning against the smashed wall. He can't die.
'Promise me…'
He promised. He gritted his teeth. Pain or not, he had to win. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself.
'That no matter how far you have to run, you'll come back…'
"BANKAI!"
'… And that if things messed up, you'll wait…wait for Rukia, wait for Chad, wait for Ishida, wait for Orihime…just wait…'
His sword clattered against the cement floor as he slumped down, the last bits of the monster disintegrating into the darkness. His blood was painted all over the room, evidence of the terrific battle he had with the monster.
'…because if you die, I will find you and kill you again!'
His world became black, and the last thought he had was of her, gracefully flitting through her opponents on the karate mat, like a butterfly.
ANALGESIA noun:
loss of ability to feel pain while still conscious
Author's Notes:
I'm not sure if this makes sense...but it just came to my mind, and I couldn't help but to write it. Happy reading!