(3rd person POV)
Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Bleach
We were soon alerted to the presence of two Espada near the soccer field. Oh, no way. I would die before I let them even touch my field. When we got the alert, we all in Uruhara's basement, preparing to begin training.
Without a second thought, I sped off to the place I've spent so much time at. I faintly heard the protests of the others, but the other thing in my mind was
"If they so much as pluck a single blade of grass from that field, they will wish they were never born, let alone transformed into Espada." I felt several presences following me, consisting of Toshirou, Matsumoto and Chad.
I almost appreciated their concern (not), but I had enough fury in me to bring down Aizen himself.
How dare they encroach on the place that had gotten me through so much? The soccer field was the place I went whenever I feeling depressed, and they think they're gonna mess it up? Oh no, no way in hell.
I quickly arrived at my destination using shunpoe. Toshirou and Matsumoto turned up shortly after me. Chad was unable to use shunpoe, so it would be a while until he got here.
What I saw pissed me off to no end. Yammy, Ulquiorra and Stark shooting off cero into the ground, although only Yammy was being enthusiastic about it.
My entire field of vision was filled with red. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I shouted at them. "You DARE to come onto MY soccer field, and decimate it with cero?!"
I quickly pulled out Kurohoshi and charge towards the nearest Espada, Ulquiorra, only to find myself stopped by Toshirou pulling me back by the waist. "What are you doing here, Espada?" Hitsugaya called out.
Yammy grinned evilly. "We're here to finish what Aizen started! All we have to do is harvest one thousand souls within a half soul mile! And Kurokara Town is the best place to do it."
I was starting to get really frustrated here. "Let's be more specific. What are you doing on MY soccer field?"
This time, it was Stark that replied. "Simple. We wanted your attention, and this seemed like the best way to do it." Okay, really? Ichi-nii can be annoying, but he's got nothing on these guys. "And why did you want our attention?" I asked.
Ulquiorra didn't even change his facial expression. "So that we wouldn't have to search you out to kill you." The way he said it, as if saying you need an umbrella when it's raining, as if it was just a fact of life, gave me chills up and down my back.
FINALLY, one of our group pointed out the obvious. "Uh, sorry to burst your bubble guys, but that's impossible without the Hougyoku." Matsumoto said.
"Why isn't it? We just sacrifice one of the lower level arrancar," Stark glanced towards Yammy, "and channel the energy through him."
Great, so their numbers will go down, but so will the humans. They've disillusioned themselves into thinking that will work. Goody. Why is no one realizing the damage done to my soccer field?
"Okay, that's great and all, BUT YOU WRECKED MY SOCCER FIELD!! Oh, and Toshirou? Your hand is still on my waist." Toshirou dropped his arm like he was touching an enraged badger. Which in a way, he was.
This gave me the chance to rush the closest Espada to me, Ulquirra.
I swung from over my head, which he easily blocked. Perfect. This left him open to attack below. Quickly, I stabbed towards his stomach.
Watching his eyes open in alarm as he almost dodged the blow was more satisfactory than I ever could have imagined.
I noted from my peripheral vision that Toshirou was engaged in battle with Stark, and Matsumoto with Yammy.
Ulquirra tried to stem the bleeding with his hand, with little success.
Matusmoto was easily winning against Yammy, and Toshirou was holding his ground against Stark.
You filthy disgusting scum, I'm going to kill you. Ulquirra became very bloody as I attacked him with a quick succession of thrusts.
Seeing that they were losing, the Esapada hastily retreated into Hueco Mundo.
"GET BACK HERE YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!" It was too late. They left, and left behind a broken soccer field in their wake.
"Argh. Look at this place." The grass was ripped up, the ground had holes in it, and the goal posts were decimated.
"Come on Karin," Toshirou said, "you can't do anything about the field. Someone will clean it up."
I guess there's nothing I can do about it right now.
Chad arrived, gasping for breath. "What I miss?" he asked, all while maintaining his stoic face.
Groaning in frustration, I began the long treck back to Urahara's.
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"So," Urahara said, bouncing on his toes. Ever cheerful bastard. "how's your soccer field?"
Growling, I reached to pull out Kurohoshi. I really needed to decapitate something, and Urahara was the perfect something.
Toshirou quickly restrained my arm. "Uraraha didn't destroy it." he said.
"Yeah, but that bastards standing there, the perfect dummy to test my blade out on" with his stupid hat, and fruity shoes. Ooh, he was going to die.
"Breathe Karin, breathe. You know what's great in these situations?" Matsumoto said, "Sake. Best drink in the world."
"Matsumoto, you will NOT get Karin drunk, because she is not drinking any sake. Do you understand me?"
My blood boiled. How was it any of his business if I drank myself to death? He certainly didn't care those seven years he was gone.
"And where do you get off telling me that I can't drink sake?" I questioned in a dangerous voice.
Hitsugaya suddenly looked almost flustered. "Um, well, I," Geez, this guy is pathetic. "Yeah yeah, whatever." I said. "Come on, time for training."
Sighing, I made my way to the basement. I absolutely hate that I love him.
