Bleach: Dark Prophecies

Chapter 2 - Reunion?

Location: Karakura Town-The Bridge

Ichigo's blood boiled. He never thought he would have to ever deal with battles over his soul, now that he lost his powers of a soul reaper. But now, here stood the most ghastly visage in human form, claiming he's come here for his soul. He narrowed his eyes, glaring menacingly at his oppressor with righteous hatred.

"You came here…to 'harvest' my soul? And why in the hell would I just let you do just that?" Ichigo asked with bitter taste in his mouth, from having to speak of himself as a crop for harvesting.

Another shrill laugh as he then responded with Ichigo with morbid humor, "Its not like you have a choice in the matter, Kurosaki. I mean after all, you're no substitute soul reaper anymore, right? So what can you do against someone like…?" the ghoulish man never had the chance to finish as a swift roundhouse kick sent him spiraling off the bridge. With a few cries of outrage and horror from the public, Ichigo ignored them with a smirk as he heard a splash, stories below the bridge.

"Good riddance," Ichigo said as he turned and began searching the crowd once more. Just as he noticed the outraged and accusatory expressions, he also noticed a momentary hissing noise. Ichigo turned around to see that with the exception of him being wet, the kick and fall had no effect on the demonic being. With a comical spit of water out his mouth, a toothy smile was presented by Kuzuri. "You ready? I'll try to take it easy on you," Kuzuri then protruded a dark violet aura, which Ichigo felt from an intense sense of density in the air. Ichigo was baffled. He shouldn't have ever seen that aura, let alone feel the power that exuded him. His spiritual pressure should be gone!

Kuzuri then blinked from his sight, and reappeared from behind. But Ichigo saw it coming. Ichigo side-stepped from a right handed strike; he then pivoted on one heel while he grabbed the outstretched hand; finally used the momentum to throw him into a SUV near him, with a thunderous crash that threw the vehicle and the hapless demon along the bridge, wrecking a few other vehicles, scattering the many spectators to safety. Ichigo rushed over to where he threw the demon only to find him wrenching himself out of the bent vehicle.

"That hurt, human! I won't take you so lightly now!" Kuzuri exclaimed as he jumped towards him and threw a barrage of fists and kicks at Ichigo, matching move-for-move effortlessly. Ichigo felt like this should be impossible. He shouldn't even see a demon, let alone fight one hand-to-hand! As Ichigo pondered this in the middle of combat, Kuzuri landed a fist in Ichigo's gut, lifting him off his feet with a painful grunt. Feeling like all breath knocked out of him, Ichigo relied on pure instinct to catch himself, and land acrobatically over some abandoned cars, and onto his feet on the roof of a Suzuki.

"I knew I'd have some fun with a mortal like you! Always fighting the inevitable truth, that your death will come whether today or one thousand years from now! Keep fighting, Ichigo Kurosaki!" Kuzuri ran across the prone vehicles at inhuman speeds at Ichigo. Ichigo barely timed a block from three hit combo from Kuzuri's fists. Ichigo slowly but surely became accustomed to the random bursts of speed and strength coupled with the demon-type flash stepping. Ichigo still had all the fighting experience and battle trained reflexes from his time training but he never imagined what he'd be like if he pushed his limits.

Ichigo managed a five hit combo from his fists and then a roundhouse kick to Kuzuri's face. Kuzuri looked like a cross between enjoying himself and being frustrated, but still kept maniacally laughing as he still fought Ichigo with endless energy, unfazed from all the attacks Ichigo managed to land on him.

What seemed like hours of fighting and dozens of vehicles destroyed, was more like fifteen minutes Ichigo was heaving and panting in between breaks of the fight. Ichigo saw tatters and rips in the demon Kuzuri's clothes and a few abrasions and scratches from his attacks but nothing to cry over. However Ichigo was sporting a cut above his right eye bleeding profusely and a cut lip along with maybe four bruised ribs. He tried not to show it, but Ichigo could not hide every wince from the movement of his body in his fighting stance.

Kuzuri could probably tell without all the signs of injury, because he suddenly looked very bored. "Well…I don't about myself, but I don't think you can go on for much longer, Kurosaki."

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that? Are you suddenly afraid of us mortals?" Ichigo said in a goading tone, showing a smirk despite the fact it caused his split lip to open more.

Kururi laughed a shrill laugh before answering, "Hehehe, that's a good one, human. You, not even a soul reaper anymore, making me afraid? I didn't even unsheathe my sword yet." Ichigo's eyes went wide as he saw a sword materialize in thin air like sand solidifying from nowhere. The handle was red banded with a skull on the butt of it. The sword itself had a saw like form along the beginning forward half of it, then was a regular blade the rest of the way.

Kuzuri smiled sadistically as he pointed the sword at Ichigo. "So, how long do you think an unarmed human can stand against an armed Hanta, hm?" Ichigo then saw himself flying again as the butt of the sword was rammed against his chest, hurtling himself into the concrete road of the bridge. Ichigo coughed up blood, his chest aching and several of his bruised ribs were now probably broken. Ichigo didn't want to die. He wanted to live out his dull life in peace. He wanted to grow up with his friends, and live in happiness with them. But most of all, he wanted to see…

Ichigo's thoughts were cut off as the Hanta closed in on him, slowly scraping his blade against the ground, producing sparks and an unpleasant sound. "Well, Ichigo Kurosaki, it's been fun. Now once when I kill you, you'll mark the beginning of a new era! Are you ready?" He asked raising his sword high above his head. Ichigo muttered something foul, but was morphed from the blood and coughing that he produced. Just as Kuzuri was swinging, a gust of wind suddenly struck the Hanta, throwing him away into another vehicle with a resounding crash. Ichigo thought he was losing it as he saw autumn leaves when it was nearly summer already, flying about as a figure gracefully landed right where the demon was moments ago.

What was once a fading darkness around the edges of Ichigo's vision became painfully wide as he saw the familiar outlines of lithe girl, with spiked violet ponytail tied with a yellow ribbon donning a v-cut leather trench coat and holding her Zanpakto in her right hand. The musical sing song voice he begged to hear again came out as a menacing cool tone.

"Demon Cur! Of course the Fealty would send a dog to do their dirty work!" She yelled in a murderous resentful tone. Ichigo could barely get over his shock still, maybe due to the fact of a bump or two to his head. Thoughts scrambled his brains like a bullet express train. 'S-Senna's alive? H-H-How is this p-possible? And she knows this freak? I'm so confused,' Ichigo thought, sweating from both confusion and painful exhaustion.

The demon spit some blood out of a now bleeding lip as he sardonically smiled back at the new arrival while crawling out of a crumpled car, "Ah, it's you. I was wondering when one of you would show up, but c'mon!" he said mockingly, but he was in an apparent defensive stance, checking his distance from his new opponent. Senna twirled her Zanpakto with her right hand, while slowly clicking her high heeled boots across the bridge. Ichigo had a hard time not noticing the fishnet leggings exposed underneath the flailing v-cut trench coat that clung to her smooth legs…

"What's that supposed to mean, freak?" Senna said as she continued her advance. Ichigo still couldn't help but see even more of her legs, a slight nose bleed developed without him noticing.

The demon cackled again before saying, "Well…I'm just saying that I have more challenge from fighting men than women." Senna then whisked from Ichigo's comfortable view and slammed her right boot heel against the Hanta's sword. Kuzuri was breaking into bridge in a kneeling pose, using both hands to hold up his sword against the enraged Senna's boot. With a grunt, Kuzuri managed to launch Senna into the air with a mighty heave of his sword. Twirling and spinning in the air with autumn leaves dancing around her, Senna has never looked more beautiful and bad-ass from Ichigo's view.

Senna then raised her sword and sliced the air in front of her, sending a gust of wind that cut the leaves around her and smash into impact site where the demon was a second ago. Senna then parried a swipe from the Hanta's crude blade. The Hanta continued to strike fast at her, thrusting and swiping to discourage counterattacks. It looked as if the Hanta finally got the upper hand until Senna surprised both Kuzuri and Ichigo.

Senna blocked a downward thrust with one hand while revealing what looked like a bladed pistol and fired. The result was a bright yellow blast, blowing away Kuzuri from the sky back into the ground. Senna blew out steam rushing from her barrel while resting her sword onto her shoulder, casually watching the Hanta try to stand up. Kuzuri had most of his right side charred to crisp while only half his sword arm was unscathed.

"I see," Senna said crisply, "you managed to fire a cero while I fired at the same time, saving you from the worst of it."

"C-C-Curse you, witch! You guys never played fair, do you?" Kuzuri squealed, almost like a little girl, to Ichigo's ears.

Senna smiled coyly, "That's something, coming from an ex-hollow." Kuzuri then pulsed violently with purple energy, and Ichigo felt himself planted even further into the ground from the density he felt. Kuzuri raised his sword in the air as he screamed at Senna malevolently.

"You…YOU DARE? You dare compare me to a HOLLOW? I'll show you," Kuzuri screamed more as his sword lit up to a bright pink before enveloping him in its aura, "I'll show you what a real DEMON can do!" A shockwave followed the sudden envelopment upon Kuzuri, rolling Ichigo painfully farther from the epicenter of the cause while Senna stood still with an unnatural calm, while her coat twisted and flapped in the wind. When the smoke cleared and the light dimmed, Kuzuri looked older, his hair whiter and his clothes turned white as well with fur trimming to them. His wounds had vanished and his sword had turned into two pairs of jagged tiger claw blades. While Kuzuri smiled maliciously, Senna remained in an indifferent posture as if still waiting for something.

Kuzuri then posed in a cat-like stance uttering, "Rip them to Shreds! Deddo Tsume!" Kuzuri then vanished from view, creating a gust of wind in his wake while zooming towards Senna at inhuman speed. Senna whisked away from the projectile Kuzuri while slashing at his wake, ushering a violent scream. Screeching like a rocket, Kuzuri came around again but engulfed in a white fire. Senna then quickly fired her pistol once, twice, then three times of repeated yellow fires at Kuzuri. Resounding thunderous noise could be heard across Karakura Town, but slowed Kuzuri only a quarter of his speed. With him still barreling in on Senna, Ichigo could barely yell out in warning,

"Senna!" Ichigo yelled, as Senna gathered wind around her Zanpakto with a howling ferocity as the screaming Kuzuri. Senna then flipped and twirled over the bulleting Hanta while whisking her blade through his comet-like form. When she 'landed' in the air behind him, he suddenly stopped his advance, claws outstretched and a furious twitching look on his face.

A slight cackle was heard from Kuzuri, "I guess…women are fun to fight after all." A sudden gush of blood was seen from the Hanta's form as a visible diagonal cut across his chest and arm as his disintegrating form fell into the river below. A sigh of relief came from Ichigo that she beat him. Ichigo could still hardly believe what he'd seen. Senna showed she was on a whole other level of skill than the last time he'd seen her.

'She nearly flattened the demon with just her boot! And she has a gun! Giving a hyper, hair-triggered girl a gun was always going to end badly! And she didn't even release her Zanpakto! What's going on?' Ichigo's mind raced with all the new input, besides the pain from his battered and bloodied body. Just then a flutter of a billowing trench coat and autumn leaves landed right in front of Ichigo's battered form. Ichigo's eyes slowly rose up from the thigh-length black high-heel boots, to the fishnet leggings, her black mini-skirt, and black sleeveless shirt. Her Zanpakto was sheathed on her left hip while her pistol was holstered in her left shoulder holster.

Ichigo couldn't help but linger on her soft face, the one he hasn't seen in forever. He didn't notice her glare while he stared into her honey colored eyes until he felt her heel plant onto his face. Ichigo yelled in pain, as Senna repeated stamped on his face while yelling at him.

"You idiot! Why did you provoke a Hanta like that? You tried fighting him? What kind of guy challenges a demon without any…?" Senna then felt something within Ichigo, deep within him stirred, and then a hand grabbed her boot while the other flailed wildly. Senna then removed her boot while getting over the strange sensation that she felt in Ichigo. 'What was that just now? Was he beginning his reawakening?' Senna thought as Ichigo angrily twitched and yelled back at her

"Wh-Wh-What the hell? I just get nearly beaten to death as that guy was about to rape my Soul! And then you just show up out of nowhere, kick his butt, and step on my face! What's going on here?" Senna looked thoughtfully at Ichigo before smiling cheekily.

"It's been awhile, Ichigo!" She then laughed a bit while Ichigo twitched nervously before smiling fondly at Senna. Senna then kneeled and bent over and draped one of his arms tenderly standing him up. Ichigo could only wheeze and wince from the bulldozer slamming into his chest metaphorically via pain.

"I'll get you home, Ichigo. Don't worry about a thing," She said softly before she whisked them both away in a gentle gust of autumn filled wind

Location: Karakura Town-The Kurosaki Household

Two sets of expressions could be seen on Isshin Kurosaki: fear and confusion. A very, very pretty girl in a gothic outfit who seemed very familiar to him had a bloodied Ichigo draped over one shoulder. Isshin could barely contain himself with a barrage of questions,

"What happened? Did you two go on a date? Did he do anything ungentlemanly-like? Is it…?"

"Mr. Kurosaki! I need to use Ichigo's room for a moment! Please, will you let me?" The request sent the wrong impression to father of the house as a thin line of blood oozed from his nose and his cheeks became flushed. He pointed shakily towards Ichigo's room while Senna gave a hurried, "Thanks," and a half-hearted curtsy as she dragged Ichigo up the stairs.

Isshin then began to cry with joy, "My boy, Ichigo! He's all grown up and got himself a woman!" With that said Isshin tiptoed over to the cupboard, grabbed a cup, and tiptoed back upstairs just outside Ichigo's room to begin listening in.

Inside, Senna gently set Ichigo on his bed and ripped his shirt open to examine him. Ichigo moaned in pain and in protest but Senna batted his hands away as she gawked at his purple bloodied chest. Senna then formed some unfamiliar hand-signs in front of Ichigo until her hands were sparking off like electricity.

Ichigo's eyes went wide as he suddenly began thrashing away from her in protest,

"What is that? Get that away from me?"

"Shut up! It's for your own good," Senna shouted before straddling his waist on top of him. This just increased Ichigo's panic, but did little to stop her now.

"What are you doing? Get off me, Senna! NOW!"

"You're going to be stuck like this until I finish! So take it or leave it!" Senna snarled back at Ichigo.

Ichigo finally submitted and Senna lowered her sparking hands slowly.

"This is going to hurt a little," Senna warned softly before pressing her shocking palms over the battered chest.

"ENRGHZZ! AAAAAAACKZ! AHHH! AAAARGH!" Ichigo howled in pain as Senna's palms pulsed over his chest and engulfed his body in a blue aura. Within moments as the pain started it ended as suddenly. Outside a very flushed and excited Isshin Kurosaki totally got the wrong idea through the door like the perv he is.

"Ichigo…You sure know how to pick 'em," Isshin said sympathetically as he leaned back into the door to hear more.

Ichigo gasped out loud and heaved but suddenly felt better. He breathed deeply in and out and noticed the discoloration was gone from his chest. Even his head and lip felt no traces of the cuts and gashes he receive not an hour ago. Senna then smiled cheekily as dusted off her hands proudly from her handiwork.

"Th-Thanks, Senna. I don't know what you did, but I feel as good as new!" Ichigo said thankfully, but still felt awkward with her straddled on him still. He was becoming a little too comfortable with her on him.

Senna leaned in inches from Ichigo's face and whispered, "Your welcome, Ichigo. And thank you." Ichigo raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"For…gah?" Ichigo gasped as he felt Senna's form prone on him and her hand snake up his bare chest until it pulled on something around his neck. Ichigo looked down and saw an angelic smile as she unraveled a red ribbon from his neck.

"Oh! That," Ichigo said pointedly as Senna held it in front of his face. Moving it out of the way, Senna leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips before raising herself up away from his now flushed face. She hopped off his prone form before opening the door suddenly, smashing Isshin's face and his head onto the floor, gurgling and gasping in pain.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr Kurosaki!" she said innocently before looking over her shoulder and making a funny face before mouthing, 'Perv!' to Ichigo. Ichigo began laughing out loud as he rolled off the bed with the hilarity of what he witnessed, as Senna skipped down the hall giddily to the restroom.

"I-I think she did that on purpose...," Isshin said with pained groans.

Ichigo then got up to change as he suddenly realized he had a big grin plastered on his face. When he moved toward the closet, he heard a rattling he hadn't heard in a while. He opened the closet and saw box on the top shelf labeled, 'Do not open until you go brain-damaged!' 'Signed: Ichigo Kurosaki'. Ichigo reached up and grabbed the box and tried to remember what he put in there and suddenly, the box busted open and revealed a very ticked off Kon.

"ICHIGO! What the hell did you that for! Leaving me in here for nearly two years, intermittently letting me out so you could use me as a punching bag, and then...I hear a beautiful lady walk in here! Let me see her, please! Let me…"

"Well, that's another two more years for you, Kon!" Ichigo yelled as he locked the box again and threw it into a corner of his room before falling onto bed, too tired from his hectic day to dress himself.

Meanwhile, Senna was checking her red ribbon neatly tied back around her hair, producing the same pretty flair that she had ever so long ago. She remembered how flustered he was when he bought it for her because she took it without paying. She felt so happy when he gave it to her, like she was the only one he gave a gift to. Suddenly, a phone went off in her pocket and she produced it and set her voice to a quiet professional monotone.

"Yes sir."

"Senna, how's everything? We heard of Fealty activity in Karakura Town where you were stationed! Is everything alright?"

"Yes, sir; Ichigo Kurosaki has been secured and is being taken care of. Nothing to worry about," A slight pause indicated a sigh of relief from the caller.

"That's…good to hear. I would like you to keep protecting him until we can get a squad down there. I hope that won't be a bother."

"Not at all, sir; this is why you stationed me to protect him anyways. Because my…familiarity with him."

"I'm glad you two can have some…catching up to do until his awakening."

Senna bit her lip remembering the sensation of power below her inside him, "Yes, sir. I'm sure he'll be ready by the time they get serious."

"I hope so, Senna. For all of our sakes; the fate of all reality depends on it," the caller then hangs up, leaving Senna to slowly hang up her own phone before walking out of the bathroom. She then finds that Isshin had left the hallway and left for downstairs, in fear of injuring himself further from Ichigo's psychotic girlfriend. Senna walked in to see a dead-tired Ichigo sleeping peacefully on his bed. Senna tiptoed quietly until she was right next to Ichigo, watching the slow rise and fall of his back and chest.

Senna then proceeded to kick off her boots, shortening her height further, and threw her coat unknowingly ontop of Kon's box. Next, she undid her Zanpakto harness and pistol holster setting them on the ground next to her boots. After that she undid her hair, shaking it out till it was smooth, then tied it into a bow knot around her neck, the same way she saw Ichigo do it. Finally, Senna crawled into his bed gently until she found a way to snuggle with him without waking him. With her arms wrapped around his muscular chest, and her neck snuggled behind his, she whispered,

"Thank you, for remembering me, Ichigo."

To be continued...!

A/N: OKAAAAAY! What do you think? Whew! It took me awhile to get the entrance of Senna just right, but I think I did okay. Isn't that sweet, Ichigo and Senna sharing a moment before things get real interesting. Hehehehe. Also a Kon entrance! Yeah, if anyone wanted to know what happened to Kon, THAT's what HAPPENED! He locked him in a box and kept him in his closet! HAHAHAHA! Songs that inspired these great moments were: Treachery, Invasion, Opening 10 (From Series) for Senna's Entrance (hehehe), and Life is like a boat for the last half.

I want give thanks (since its now that time of week) to all my faithful readers and to my REVIEWERS! Thank you airi-07 for your support and input! Thank you Caellach Tiger Eye for your support and input! Thank you Sentinel07 for your input on my misspelling and support! And last but not least, Thank you Wolfgirlpack1923 ! I found your Reviews inspiring and helpful to continue this potentially amazing Fan-Series! Onward and Upwards!

Next time…Kon gets to meet Senna! Isshin and Ichigo have a father to son talk…Not REALLY! And Senna initiates Ichigo, into what? Tune in next time…Initiations and (Re)-Introductions!