Breathe Your life Into Me
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Chapter three
Thanks a lot to my beta-readers.
Slowly walking through the busy streets of Karakura Town, he remembered his last conversation with Urahara—or more like fight. The blond man tried to keep him in his shop saying that he was still injured and that it wasn't good for him to walk around yet.
"Kurosaki-san, please stay in your bed until you're fully healed." the shop keeper tried to convince the irritated young man in front of him. Urahara tried to reason with him but really he was too stubborn and wouldn't even listen to him so he had Yoruichi tie him to his bed, although he was pretty sure that the young Kurosaki would break free.
"And about your sisters' funeral, I'm sorry but we couldn't hold it back any longer and had to hold it," Kisuke said apologetically with sincere eyes. He knew that they shouldn't have done that but the orange-haired man was out for a whole week and the funeral was late enough as it was.
"What!?" Ichigo looked at him with wide eyes then quickly his expression of surprise turned into one of anger. "How could you do that? I'm their brother for god's sake and I didn't get the chance to pay my last respects to them!"
"I'm sorry but it had to be done." Urahara looked at him in the eye. "You still can go and pay your respects to them."
"Let me go, now!" The orange-haired man demanded as he struggled to break free from his bed. How could he do that? He was their brother and the last member of their family, yet he didn't even show up for their funeral! It seemed that he was never there for them and it hurt him deeply.
"You are in no shape to be leaving the bed," the owner warned him, waving his fan in front of his face in attempt of lightening the mood a little.
"For the last time Urahara, I'm fine!" Ichigo huffed angrily while trying to cut the rope holding him down.
"Really?" Mused the cat-like woman as she neared the struggling young man with a glimpse of sarcasm in her eyes. She was watching the whole so-called "conversation" between them and finally had enough so she decided to step in and help out.
Ichigo looked at her, already worried from the look in her eyes which told him that she would prove him otherwise, and so it happened. She placed her foot on top of his chest and pressed hard making him scream in pain.
"Well . . . you really look fine for that scream to come out," she mocked him and walked away while crossing her arms over her chest, returning back to her spot where she stood near the wall and leaned against it.
"That was cheating! You saw what she did, sandal-hat?" Ichigo yelled loudly earning him a smirk from the Goddess of flash.
"You have to understand Kurosaki-san that you are in no physical or mental shape to move around so much," Urahara stated and tipped his hat a little to hide his eyes. When he was about to stand up from his kneeling position, he was surprised to hear the way the young Kurosaki spoke next.
"Please, Urahara. I can't stay here," he whispered, bending his head down, his orange locks covering his eyes which were full of hurt and feelings of loneliness.
Urahara sighed, giving up on changing the young man's stubborn mind. He stood up and motioned for Yoruichi to untie him and let him go. "Fine, you can go but try not to be rash." With that he slowly walked out of the room. He was met with confusion as the cat woman eyed him carefully, trying to find the reason behind the sudden decision to let Ichigo go but he only smiled at her and resumed his walking.
She sighed and made her way to the shocked young man and started untying him. "You better be careful, we won't be there to help you every time, you know," she told him sternly while helping him out of the bed and left him to enter his body.
On his way out of the shop, he saw Yoruichi standing next to Urahara, her arms crossed over her chest while the blond shopkeeper grinned at him and waved his fan in front of his face. Finally out of the shop, Ichigo slowly walked away with both hands stuffed in his pockets, but before he was out of hearing range he heard Yoruichi telling him to stay out of trouble and in response he gave her a smirk that was barely noticeable.
And now there he was walking in the busy streets, heading towards the cemetery to visit his little twin sisters' graves. It felt odd for him to be doing that. They were still young and yet they died but death didn't separate between young and old, it was all the same.
He finally reached his destination and climbed the stairs towards his mother's grave, because he was told by Urahara that they were buried next to their mother. Standing in front of the now three graves that belonged to his family, he collapsed on his knees, head bent down in shame and regret.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Karin . . . Yuzu," he whispered as his eyes started watering with tears. "And I'm sorry mom, that I broke my promise to you. I was supposed to protect them but I failed them," he choked on every word he said as a lone tear slipped down his cheek. It was really weird for him to cry easily but now he felt vulnerable and didn't care if anyone saw him. He only acted strong for the sake of his family but now there was no one.
He was alone.
The sun slowly started fading, leaving the sky painted with different colors. A line of orange crossed a line of violet making it seem as if the two lines were holding hands. The two colors were melted together to the point it was hard to see the other alone.
He sighed heavily and stood up from his kneeling position, taking another look at the three graves for the last time, then walked in a steady pace away from them, with one thought in his mind.
If I could join you….
With that he left the cemetery and headed towards his house.
On his way out of the cemetery, he caught sight of his childhood friend. She ran up to him and held him by the collar of his shirt. Her eyes were puffy red and trails of tears were obvious on her face. "Where is Orihime?" She hissed, her head bent down. A feeling of nostalgia washed over him as he remembered the time when she held him like that; it was when Inoue was taken by Ulquiorra.
Ichigo was taken aback by her sudden attitude and even more surprised about her asking about the ever hyper woman who was dead. However his eyes softened when he remembered that he hadn't told anyone about what happened back in Hueco Mundo.
He held her hand and slowly let her loosen her hold on his shirt. He spotted a bench away from them and led her to sit on it because he knew that she needed to sit down in order for her to listen to the sad news about her friend.
"I haven't seen her in a long time and she hasn't called at all," Tatsuki whispered, looking at her hands on her lap. She was wearing a light blue top with dark blue jeans. Her hair was messy as usual showing her hard demeanor. She looked up at him and saw him looking at the distance and even when he turned his gaze to rest on her, she was still able to see the distant look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Tatsuki. It's hard for me to say this but Inoue, Ishida and Chad are all dead." He watched as the words sank in and her face changed from despair into horror then sadness. He knew that it was hard for her to hear that her best friend had died but after the death of all of his family and most of his friends, he realized that he couldn't feel anything, not a single emotion stung at his heart after his visit to their graves.
But he still tried to comfort her by putting a hand on her shoulder. "How could that happen?" She whispered looking straight into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect them," he told her trying to be as much as caring as possible though he knew that it would do no good as his voice was devoid from any emotion. It was simply hollow. He noticed a glint in her eyes that he identified as anger; slowly she started glaring at him. And before he knew it, he found himself on the ground. She punched him on his face.
He looked at her bewildered and slowly reached for his newly bruised cheek. Ok, so he hadn't expected her to cry but to hit him, now that was something. He noted that she was standing now and not sitting and was glaring at him intently, her eyes had some tears in them but before he could say anything, she left and didn't look back.
He sighed then tried to stand on his feet; he winced a little from his not fully healed injuries but was able to stand. He put his hand on his chest to try and ease the building pain then stuffed his hands in his pockets. Not even a childhood friend's leave hurt him, he noticed. He was turning into a cold uncaring bastard just like Byakuya and that annoyed the hell out of him.
The first division where the captaincy meeting was always held in was full of captains waiting for the first division's captain and general commander to start the meeting.
Yamamoto-Sou-Taichou held his staff and hit it against the floor announcing the beginning of the meeting.
Everyone kept quiet waiting for the commander to tell them what was wrong and answer the question as to why all the shinigami in the human world were called back to Seireitei. All of the captains had a pretty good guess that there was a new threat arising and it seemed like a pretty strong one.
"Now, the meeting will begin," Yamamoto announced, hitting his staff one more time. "As you all can see I called for all the shinigami in the living world to return," he started then took a deep breath before continuing, "There have been some strange activities in the living world lately."
"What do you mean by strange activities, Yama-jii?" The eighth division captain asked with his usual laidback voice while placing his hand under his chin.
"Arrancar have been popping in and out rapidly without infecting any damage to the humans who possess high spiritual pressure," Kurotsuchi Mayuri answered him while stepping out of where he was standing to look at Yamamoto as if waiting for permission to do whatever he had in mind. The first division's captain only nodded and gestured for the 12th captain to start his explanation.
Mayuri took out a remote control from his shinigami haori and started clicking on buttons as a large screen appeared for a better explanation. "As you can see here are some of what the 12th division recorded of the Arrancar's appearances," he explained while speeding the tape a little then stopping at various Arrancar who showed up.
"I don't see anything that we need to worry about. We can just send a higher ranked shinigami to dispose of them," Ukitake said matter of fact, then turned to look at the weird captain when he started talking again. "Well . . . the problem is that these Arrancar are no ordinary ones, they have high reiatsu that only a captain can take on," Kurotsuchi said while moving to another point in the tape.
"That's great! Finally a strong opponent appears." Zaraki licked his lips while feeling his blood boil and his hands itching towards his Zanpakutou who was screaming to cut someone and to feel the blood of someone strong. However no one paid him any attention as they continued with what they were discussing.
"How can there still be some powerful Arrancar after the fight with Aizen and his Espada?" the cold Kuchiki asked. Finally stepping into the conversation with a look that betrayed nothing of what he was thinking or feeling, just a simple impassive look.
"My guess is that they were able to survive through the war," Ukitake said thoughtfully then looked back at Mayuri whom seemed to have something else to say.
"Anyway, they seem to be hovering around none other than Karakura Town, as if they are searching for something or rather someone," he said while hitting the button on the remote to close the screen and went back to his designated spot.
"I think that they are planning something and with Soul Society being weak at this moment, it will be hard to stop them," Soifon said, deep in her thoughts until the bang of the staff hitting the floor shook her out of her stupor.
"We will have to be ready for any attack and I will have one troop to go and stay in Karakura Town. Ukitake-Taichou you will be choosing who will go, the meeting is over." With that said the captains left to their own divisions to share the information with their subordinates and to decide who would be going to the living world.
Jyuushiro had thought about who would go to the living world and in no time he knew who would he have to choose for that mission. He would allow the ones who had previous experience in the living world to go on that mission.
Seireitei was full of shouts of orders as hell-butterflies filled the place, flying from one division to another.
As two new hell-butterflies appeared from the Senkai Gate two figures were seen running behind them. The first to appear was Renji followed by Rukia.
"Something must be wrong," the red-haired shinigami said looking around him as troops of shinigami ran around them each going to its own direction.
"You bet there is something wrong! Or they wouldn't have called all the shinigami back to Seireitei!" The raven-haired shinigami yelled out of frustration. She didn't want to leave Ichigo in that kind of state because she knew that he would do something extremely rash and end up getting in really big trouble.
Renji blinked at her several times, surprised by her sudden outburst. "What's wrong Rukia?" He asked her curiously, wanting to know what had gotten into her to simply let her frustration show easily.
"I'm sorry but I was supposed to be helping a friend not ditching him," she answered while rubbing her temple, already feeling a headache building.
"I know," he told her, head bent down but the mood quickly changed by a voice ordering all the shinigami to go to their own divisions to be informed of what new orders and events had been discussed in the captaincy meeting. With that the two friends parted ways each going to their division, with Rukia to the thirteenth while Renji went to the sixth.
Once arriving at her division, Rukia heard Kiyone and Sentarou arguing about something or everything so she made her way towards them. Once they caught sight of her, they quickly raced to reach her.
"Kuchiki-san, Ukitake-Taichou—" Kiyone started then got pushed away by Sentarou whom continued what she was saying "—wants you in his office now!" He said while dodging hits from the fuming Kiyone.
Rukia smiled at them nervously and quickly waved them goodbye and left them to their constant fights. She hastily made her way towards her captain's office, knocked once before she heard Ukitake's voice beckoning her to come in.
"Ukitake-Taichou," Rukia began while bowing in respect before standing up. "You called for me?" She asked while nearing his office and sitting down when he gestured for her to sit.
"Yes Rukia, there have been some trouble lately so Yamamoto-Sou-Taichou asked me to form one troop to go to the living world and you're going to be in the troop," the white-haired man smiled at her softly. He knew that Rukia loved to go to the living world and he had a pretty good guess as to why, so he decided to give her the opportunity of going back.
"R-really?" Rukia blinked in confusion. When Ukitake nodded with his smile still in place, she beamed at him.
With that she thanked him before asking if he needed anything else from her and left with a smile on her face. She was told to head to her house and wait until the other members were informed.
The raven-haired shinigami made her way through the Kuchiki Mansion all the way to her brother's room. She knocked once and waited for his permission and when she heard it she opened the door and bowed in respect.
"Nii-sama, I'm back," she told him though she knew that he would care less about that but she had to tell him both ways.
"Welcome back, Rukia," he replied coldly, his back was facing her so she was spared from looking into his cold, burning gaze.
"I have been chosen to be on the special troop to the living world," she informed him while trying to be as impassive as him but deep down she was smiling inwardly.
"Very well, you may leave now if you don't have anything else to say," he stated coldly still not facing her, though in the inside he wished her the best of luck with her mission.
"Hai, nii-sama," she said while sliding the traditional Japanese door behind her and left to her own room to take a rest after her trip from the living world back to Seireitei. Though she felt a little down by her brother's impassive attitude but she should have expected nothing less from him.
He's a true Kuchiki.
The orange-haired man started making his way back to his home where he thought that he could get some rest and peace, though he knew that, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon because the memories would keep on hunting him day and night, asleep or awake. He kept his gaze on the road before him as he slowly walked to the place he once called a worthy home.
Upon reaching the said home, he jammed the key into the hole and pushed the door open then closed it behind him. He stood in place, surveying every part of the house his eyes laid upon as if expecting someone to just pop out of nowhere. He sighed and continued walking into the house towards the kitchen to grab something to drink. He opened the fridge door and took out a box of juice and stared at it for a minute as he remembered how Rukia would ask him to open the juice box for her.
He shook his head in an attempt of getting rid of the thoughts of his midget friend and closed the fridge's door. There were some photos on it, he noticed, so he took his time in observing them. There were pictures of him, his father, his twin sisters and his mother. They looked so happy and he wished that those days would return as feelings of bitterness lashed in his chest.
He tried to look away from the pictures and in the process; he caught sight of the calendar hanging on the wall. It said: seventh of July—how didn't he realize that today was his birthday? Today was the day he turned 17, two years since he met Rukia and was given shinigami powers. Well…a lot of things happened in those two years and he was sure as hell that he would never be able to forget about them.
Though today was his birthday, he mumbled curses under his breath. Great, now more memories will flow in, so 'might as well find a place to drown in the now painful memories. He could remember his last year's birthday. His father kicked him out of the house literally and told him to go hang out with his friends, while Yuzu woke up early in the morning to bake the birthday cake and to prepare the necessary foods and drinks. Karin on the other hand, was supposed to be in charge of the decorations and calling his friends. However, his father was the one who bought him the gifts, much to his dismay.
Ichigo's memories couldn't find a more suitable time other than now, to resurface and hunt him. He didn't even bother to finish his drink as he spaced out, remembering the happy moments. He remembered how shocked he was when his friends brought him back home that night.
He was met by a lovely party and was grateful for his family. His father like always gave him a gift that he deserved to be punched for—a condom! What the hell was the old man thinking about?! He could remember exactly the feelings of embarrassment and anger. And to his bad luck Rukia was also in his party but the problem was that; she didn't know what a condom was. And that's when his crazy father started explaining things to her, while she in return turned a dark shade of red.
Karin brought him the hand band he was wearing at the moment with a soccer ball while Yuzu gave him a watch. He loved their gifts a lot and now he would treasure them as they were the last things he'd ever see or receive from them. Rukia knew about his birthday and gave him a really special present. It was a diary that had different shades of orange – to his annoyance - with Chappie the Bunny as its title.
However that Chappie was what caught his attention and made the book dearer to him. She drew two bunnies; one that resembled him, with orange spiky hair and his shinigami outfit with Zangetsu in hand and of course a scowl on his face. While the other Chappie had the shinigami outfit, instead of the orange hair, it had a raven short silky hair with a faint trait of a smile and holding the most beautiful Zanpakutou, Sode No Shirayuki.
Everyone was surprised at the strange cover, though he wasn't. He gave her a genuine smile and she smiled back at him. For the first time, Ichigo didn't criticize her drawings. When he opened the book, he found a note written in it: To my best idiot friend, Happy Birthday Ichigo! With a small Chappie on the side holding a present in his hands.
Ichigo felt like crying right now but he couldn't bring himself to. It was as if his tears had dried up and nothing was left. He could almost picture them standing around the birthday cake which was a black-forest with fresh cherries on top of it. They sang "Happy Birthday!" to him and ate just like always—happy.
Ichigo shook his head and decided to go out for a walk and return back when he felt like sleeping. Staying at home at those times would most certainly bring back the buried memories and urge them to resurface. He threw the unfinished juice box into the trash can then grabbed a black jacket before going out just in case it rained or got too cold then slammed the door shut behind him.
He walked through the empty streets, not knowing where he was heading, just walking to wherever his feet were taking him, until he found himself in a very familiar place. That exact spot was where he was supposed to be left, dying thanks to Kuchiki Byakuya but was saved by Urahara. An image of Rukia standing in front of him while he was lying on the ground flashed in his eyes.
He remembered every little thing she had told him or more like had ordered him. Not to come after her had been the first thing she had told him, it had sounded almost like she had been pleading him not to follow her, afraid for his life. Nevertheless, he had come and had rescued her against all her wishes. He smiled faintly as he imagined her lit-up face when she had seen him coming to her rescue. A light breeze soothed his tired expressions as he sighed heavily and continued walking on the road that who knew where it would take him next.
Ichigo walked heavily in the dark night, a distant look in his hazel eyes, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked up at the pitch dark sky as a drop of water fell on his forehead. He reached to wipe the cold drop but soon found that it was useless as more followed after. Though it was raining, he made no move to find a place to hide in until it stopped. He simply stood in place, facing the night sky and letting the rain wash over his face. It was as if it was washing his sins and mistakes away. He closed his eyes, taking into the cold water soaking him.
Little did he know, a dark figure was in the sky, watching him with an impassive expression on his face with sharp eyes while folding his arms over his chest. "Kurosaki Ichigo, you are mine now," he whispered as he turned away from him. With a click of his finger, he disappeared into the night leaving nothing behind him but a low laugh which soon dissipated into the sound of the pouring rain.
Ichigo snapped his eyes open as he felt a strong surge of reiatsu behind him. He turned to look at the owner of that strong reiatsu, and noted that it was an Arrancar.
"Who are you?" he demanded, irritated by the Hollow's presence. His hatred for the Hollows had increased since the winter's war with Aizen.
"You can call me, Miedo Espantapájaros," the Arrancar introduced himself as he placed one of his hands on his chest while the other behind his back and bowed slightly. He had black, short silky hair and pale white skin. His Hollow bone was located on his wrist, making it seem like a bracelet, with spikes sticking out of the bracelet from all sides. His outfit was simply colored black to match the dark nights of Hueco Mundo, though it had the same design as Ulquiorra's, Ichigo noted.
However what caught Ichigo's attention was his eyes. The irises had the color of crimson blood, and were scary and intimidating. The Arrancar Miedo straightened up from his bow to stare at Ichigo with his bloody eyes.
"What do you want?" The young Kurosaki asked him with icy tone and narrowed eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are Kurosaki Ichigo. The human who killed Aizen Sousuke," he stated more than asked as Ichigo only nodded and waited for the said Arrancar to continue. The Arrancar unveiled his Zanpakutou from under his robes and within a second, he disappeared. It all happened quickly as Ichigo was able to dodge an attack coming from the Arrancar. The Arrancar used only his hand to try and slash Ichigo through the shoulder.
"What the hell do you want from me?!" The orange-haired man shouted as he quickly took out his substitute badge and changed into his shinigami form, with Zangetsu already in hand eager to cut the Hollow and feel his blood on its metal.
"I just want to test my strength against the person who defeated the shinigami Aizen." His answer was met by a confused look from Ichigo which made him open for attacks. With that, the dark-haired Arrancar managed to get a scratch on Ichigo's cheek.
The young Vizard cursed inwardly for his lack of attention and for letting himself open for any attack. Quickly he readied himself for the attack that followed the previous one and was able to dodge it successfully. Though, he didn't have time to rest as another one came, Zangetsu clashed with the hand of the Arrancar and was quickly swiped off like a fly.
Before Ichigo could comprehend anything, he felt his grip on his Zanpakutou loosen a little and that was all that was needed to make Zangetsu fall from his hands and for a slash to find its place on his chest. He panted heavily as he clutched his injured chest and coughed up blood. His wound was raining blood on the cold street though it didn't last long as the falling rain washed over the street cleaning it and making room for more blood to fall.
"Is this all the substitute shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo that everyone in Hueco Mundo fears capable of?" He asked amazed, though his words had another meaning which Ichigo was fully capable of understanding. That bastard was mocking him, making him look like a weakling. Ichigo felt anger inside of him and with that an opening was found for the hollow to take control.
"I think it's time for you King to tag out and let me handle this," the hollow chirped as his voice kept getting louder and louder by the second until Ichigo could hear him talking in his ear.
'No, not yet—I'm not done yet!' Ichigo tried to block the Hollow's mocking voice as he tried to take over his body.
"Yeah right! Even if you are on the verge of death you'd say that. Face it King, you can't win. There's no reason for you to fight now with all of your friends dead, so let go."
The Hollow smirked as he felt himself winning over his King's resolve. Ichigo's resolve had weakened greatly since that damned war and the hollow was happy. Since his important people's lives had been taken away, he knew that Ichigo's will to live would weaken along with his resolve, as he stopped fighting to protect his friends and fought only for himself, for revenge. That happened because he thought that he had lost them all but the Hollow knew that there was still other people that still cared about him, although the young Kurosaki had forgotten about them.
Ichigo felt himself slipping into darkness as the words of his Hollow echoed through his head, making him think that maybe his Hollow-self for once was right. Maybe he should let go and let himself be devoured by the darkness of his Hollow, he would at least find happiness when he met up with his family and friends but he doubted that they would be happy to know that he had wasted his life.
Then something clicked in his mind—how could he forget about her? The one who gave him his shinigami powers? She was still alive and in need of him to protect her – though she would never admit it. He still had people to care about and he wasn't going to let that Hollow cloud his mind and convince him into letting go.
His inner battle was disturbed by the icy calm voice of the Arrancar he was fighting. "Show me your true power, Kurosaki. I know that this is not your limit, you fought with Aizen and defeated him, yet you are fighting with me and unable to even scratch me, even though I'm using a power that is leveled as the 10th Espada." Miedo kept his gaze locked with Ichigo as he noticed the shocked expression on the substitute shinigami's face.
Ichigo realized at that moment that he had been getting weaker every time he fought for revenge. For the past days he had been killing Hollows relentlessly for the sake of revenge and to unleash his anger on them. He never used to fight like that, he always fought for his friends, to protect them and that's why he obtained that power.
He noted Zangetsu's location with the corner of his eye, waiting for the right moment that would enable him to get hold of his Zanpakutou and go Bankai. A couple of seconds passed by as they stood in silence, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally Ichigo dashed towards his Zanpakutou and grabbed it, and without wasting any more time, his scream for the word Bankai was heard and was followed by a massive explosion of reiatsu.
Miedo only smirked as he flared his reiatsu readying himself for the upcoming battle. The dust cleared and Ichigo appeared wearing his black outfit, holding Tensa Zangetsu in hand with a scowl plastered on his face. A look of determination was in his eyes, however the Arrancar didn't even waver from the new look in the eyes of the Kurosaki; he only kept on smirking as he could sense that the orange-haired shinigami's reiatsu was unstable. He knew that, that shinigami would never be able to defeat him unless his dark reiatsu was gone, though he fully knew that he was a Vizard but most of his reiatsu was Hollow and uncontrolled.
Ichigo used shunpo to appear in front of the dark-haired hollow, Zanpakutou pushing against his hand that he's using as a weapon. Ichigo released the close encounter and instead slashed vertically at the Arrancar. Miedo used Sonido to avoid being slashed and appeared behind Ichigo to slash him but failed as Ichigo used shunpo again to stand behind him to try and cut him. Miedo quickly disappeared and kicked Ichigo in the abdomen sending him flying to finally hit the street with a loud thud.
The young Kurosaki stood on his feet with the help of his Zanpakutou then looked up to see nothing, the Arrancar was nowhere to be seen but then he was punched and kicked again, forcing him to be slammed against the ground. He noticed the Arrancar coming to attack him again but was unable to defend himself as he was pierced through the chest. Ichigo's grip on Zangetsu loosened as he felt himself losing control of his Bankai powers. He stared down at the hand piercing him and suddenly was caught up by coughing fits.
Miedo slowly removed his hand from the shinigami's chest and looked at him as the blood started flowing freely from his wounds. "What a waste of time," he sighed before leaving the young man dying. Ichigo felt himself falling until he felt the cold street hit his chest. He choked on his breath as he tried to suck in as much air as he could.
Could this be it…?
He could feel himself wavering between the darkness of the night and the darkness of his unconsciousness. Finally he gave up on staying awake as he drifted into nothingness.
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To be continued...
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Well...did you like this chapter? I hope that you've enjoyed reading it.
As for the Arrancar's name meaning:
Miedo -- fear
Espantapájaros -- scarecrow
Have a nice day!
~KWF~
