A/N This story is written by two different people (authors lol) You will obviously tell the difference...you will see what I mean "-.- really... lolzz. Please review and enjoy it and PLEASE recommend it to friends if you like it ^_^ Rated T for language! (no really?)
He skidded across the bloody pavement until a wall halted his momentum. Blood trickled out the side of his mouth, leaving small but distinct puddles across the floor. He stood to his feet again…hell, he would murder that bastard.
"You're a perseverant one," A cold voice sneered.
"Shut up…" The rough reply came from behind a clump of fallen trees, muffled by the leaves.
The espada held a steady and calm gait, clawed black feet gouging deep holes in the grass. He appeared in front of the shinigami, moves barely perceptible and caught the soul reaper in the chest, sending him crashing through the harsh metal walls.
Ichigo's vision faded in and out, trying hard to keep focus on the morphed creature closing the distance between them. Ichigo…do it now! The gruff voice interrupted panicked 's heart skipped a beat. What did he want him to do? If that's what you want… He let his inner self take control, albino body fading from an outline to a form, black sclera eyes lined with yellow mocking him. Take it…Eyes closed he felt the choking and sickening reiatsu flood his body and mind. Reluctantly, but for once allowing the hatred to overcome him. Ichigo, there isn't any time! Desperation coated the old man's voice.
A scream echoed throughout the area, shrill and blood chilling. Cold eyes opened, showing dark orbs full of malice and anger. The espada took one step back, surprised by the now stifling reiatsu.
"What is this new form you have taken?" The question tumbled out of Ulquiorra's mouth.
"Your time is over arrancar," the strange voice echoed. It seemed to be moving…imperceptibly.
Pain registered in the arrancar's mind as the pointed end of a black blade shot through his collarbone, coming out the other end and wrenched out again seconds later.
This is it…boy. The beast concentrated all its energy into his palms, forming a glowing blue sphere, spreading quickly into a lethal javelin. The fight wore on, neither side showing any signs of backing down. They matched blow for blow, seeming to read each other's mind. The will to kill was strong, any they were ready, ready at a moment's notice to end the other's life. Ulquiorra noticed that the boy was guarding his face proactively, and heavily. At a seconds' opening, he thrust the javelin into the orange-haired shinigami's stomach, ramming it in further and further until all the boy could do was scream as the hard mask shattered on his face. A smirk appeared on Ulquiorra's face. Finally.
He held the spear there, twisting it sharply and pulling it out. Ichigo sunk to his knees, blowing flowing in a thick trail down his neck. He looked up when he saw black claws stop and lean over his head. A pointed finger sunk into Ichigo's clothes, on his shoulder, and barely audible, the espada recited, "Cero…" A bloody hole was torn through his shoulder, large and gaping.
His ears barely registered when a scream shattered the eerie silence. "Ichigo!" It was full of panic and fear. He turned his head, resting on the floor below him to see the blurry and faint outline of a short figure rushing towards him. He wanted to tell her everything was fine, but all that came out of his mouth were torrents of blood. He tried to stand up again, to finish the job that he had started…to finish a fight he had realized from the beginning he couldn't win. He legs wouldn't comply, the numbness of death already sinking into his muscles.
Ulquiorra could see the boy was losing himself and towered over him. He turned his head as he heard a girl scream the boy's name. It's no use now…woman. He glared down at the inferior body below him, cold eyes glinting in the moonlight. He raised the spear, blood spattered over the tip and thrust downwards, right towards his heart…
"Gray, for the love of God, put on your clothes!" Lucy was shouting at Gray in an annoyed tone. This has been the 200, no, the 254th time she had to tell Gray during the day to put on some clothes. "Really, why does Gray have to strip every single second," thought Lucy.
"What are you talking about… OMIGOD, why didn't you tell me before?" Gray screamed. Lucy sighed. She was to tired to even respond so she just sunk her head in her arms and ignored Gray. They have been waiting for Natsu, Happy, and Erza to show up and go in a good forsaken mission, god knows where, beat the crap out of some other random assholes and get the ransom.
Then, out of nowhere, Happy went through the window (like literally, breaking the glass) and crashed against Lucy, throwing her across the room. When Happy came back to consciousness, he ran toward Lucy desperately and exclaimed, "Lucy, stop being lazy and come fast! Natsu accidently landed in a cargo cart that was later put in a train, which ended in a village filled with midgets."
Lucy stood there blank, just staring at Happy. After, what seemed like an hour, Lucy finally reacted, "WHAT! And what about Erza? Wasn't she with you?"
"Well, about that…. Erza kinda took the wrong train and she is somewhere in the other side of the country," replied Happy sheepishly, "But look at the good side, they aren't dead yet, AND they haven't yet hit a nerve of the counsel."
"Still Happy, you know Natsu's weakness with transport. He may not eat again for his whole life. Also, knowing how stupid he can be sometimes, we may find him twenty years from know rotting in a train station," commented Gray as a he walked toward Lucy and Happy (NOTE: he is still in underwear).
After a great sigh and hitting her head against the wall until she couldn't feel it anymore, Lucy joined Gray and Happy and started off to look for Natsu.
Somewhere far away, well not THAT far away… well, thinking again, yes VERY far away, in a land, in an area in that land, in a railway in that area, in a train that was riding the railway that was in an area of a land, was Natsu half dead in the floor.
"I swear that I will never ride a train in my life (NOTE: he will because I am the author writing this story and cause I can make him to it :P)" growled Natsu while trying to stand up but failing. Really, why does he have this annoying motion sickness? Not to mention, that there is nobody who can drag him out from the cart, which means he is staying in that f**cking train cart until anybody from the guild will notice that he is missing, which the better if they don't want to loose their teeth and go through a harsh facial plastic surgery.
With a lot of effort, Natsu managed (somehow) to get a grip with the frame of the window, and with sheer look he got up and looked outside the window. He stared and stood quiet for a time, but then broke the silence, "WHERE THE HELL AM I!"
Ok, first of all, outside the window, Natsu was looking at a forest that he didn't know or recognized. Second of all, he knew that probably he would have to the the train back because if he went walking he would never get to Fairy Tail within three to five months. Third of all, he was stuck in an f**cking train and he didn't know when it was going to stop. "Happy could you please help me get out of here… WHERE THE HELL IS HAPPY!" shouted Natsu. Ok, he had it; today was probably the worse day of his life.
Gasping for breath on his knees, he felt his world beginning to fade into black, Rukia's screaming drowning along with it. He fought to keep his eyes open, the blackness almost engulfing him. He could feel nothing in his body, just raw pain and even that was quickly going numb. He looked up into cold, jade eyes. Bastard…His sword had landed point down in the dirt next to his arms and he wrenched the blade out of the ground. He had barely raised his arms when a clawed hand came smashing into his face sending him flying and painfully colliding with the floor. He felt dizzy…the ground spinning ominously underneath him. Come on! He shakily stood to his feet, surprising himself that he actually could. He stumbled forward, eyes glowing deep blue…flashing with his resolve. His sword emanated red, a dangerous colour in the eyes of the living…the colour of death. He raised his black sword above his head, sharp edges outlined in the pale moonlight. He brought it down on the espada, his victim's eyes widening as despair washed him over. From then on things seemed to happen in slow motion…the arrancar disappeared before his eyes, and seconds later a searing pain broke out in his chest and leg. His knees buckled underneath him, his broken bones refusing to hold up his weight.
"You will die here shinigami," He heard the calm voice speak, laced with anger. And this time, the spear dug deep into Ichigo's chest, tearing the flesh roughly, leaving gouging holes and a ragged gash along his ribs. A hollow scream echoed in his mind. He couldn't see who it was until his mind registered the white-hot pain ripping through his chest. It continued for what seemed like years, though only seconds drew by. The weapon was torn out, leaving a long and horizontal line, irregular in form. The boy's eyes glazed over and the espada felt a feeling of satisfaction he hasn't felt in a while.
The espada could hear the pathetic woman screaming, tears leaking down her face uncontrollably. He pitied her…not because the one she loved was lying face down in a puddle of blood, but because she was a poor sight. There was not logical explanation for the unsightly. He turned his head away and opened up a garganta, the portal to the new world…Aizen's world.
"You were truly interesting…boy," were the last words Ichigo heard before his world completely sunk into darkness, consuming him and eating at his soul. He had no last thoughts…just that he didn't want it to end this way. And for him…he couldn't see a light at the end of the tunnel. Not for him, no. And the last thing he felt was the pounding of footsteps as the short, raven-haired girl ran towards him, her shrill cries tearing open the night sky…tearing open the bloody darkness that enveloped the soul. The pain, hatred and sorrow…the deceased.
The deceased feeling of the betrayal of the departed.
