Faceless

A Bleach and Slender crossover

Chapter 3- It doesn't die

Ichigo leapt at the creature in front of him, letting all of his energy collect in his sword. He may not be able to go ban-kai in this fight, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't use reiatsu in his attacks. Thanks once again to his teachers, he had found a way to use his spirit energy to strengthen his strikes. This way, if he couldn't use Getsuga Tensho or release his zanpakuto, he wouldn't be next to useless in battle, it was another precaution that he used to protect those that he cared about.

Ichigos' attack cut straight through the creatures raised arm and cut halfway into its head. It fell down, blood gushing out of both the arm and the head. Ichigo, reached to pull out Zangetsu, glancing down as he did so. Zanpakuto in hand he quickly backed up, staring, unable to look away, scarcely breathing, as the horror of what he had done squeezed the breath from his lungs. It was Rukias face. Rukia. He just killed Rukia. Somehow, that thing had managed to switch with Rukia just before he killed it. Then she began to melt away, dissolving into particles that floated in the air until there was no trace of her body left. He looked on in astonishment as the particles began to reform, becoming the slender man that Ichigo could have sworn he dealt a death blow.

The man stood there, and his shadow MOVED. Ichigo almost thought that he was going crazy for a moment, until it began to move towards him. The shadow became black tentacles that completely surrounded the slender man and all of them moved towards Ichigo at the same time. Ichigo swore and began to shun-po away. He couldn't beat this monster, not the way that he was now. It was obvious that physical attacks wouldn't work on that creature. Heck, he wasn't even sure that Bakudo #99 could do it, not if the creature could reform itself at will. He had sliced open its head, for gods sake, and it was still alive and kicking, seeming no worse for wear. That it could look like an of his friends and family too…he didn't think that he could bring himself to hurt something that looked like Yuzu. This creature… terrified him. He didn't think that he had been this scared since Grand Fisher killed his mother.

Ichigos thoughts were interrupted by the slithering sound of the tentacles. They were catching up, and there was no way he could outrun them, not even with shun-po. He slashed wildly at the tentacles as they began to surround him, but more took their place. In a last ditch effort to save himself he quickly turned and shouted, with his palms facing outwards "Bakudo #9: Geki!". A beam of light shot from his open palms, hitting the center of the roiling mass of black tentacles, hitting the man in the chest. The tentacles disappeared, but the creature remained seemingly unharmed, healing its wound in the same manner that it had reformed its head and arm, it wound becoming dust and reforming to leave a flawless Italian suit with no evidence that it had even been touched. The creature just would not die. Ichigo knew that he had to escape somehow, or he was dead meat. But where could he possibly go?

He peered ahead, thankful for the small lead on the man that the kido spell had given him. There was a structure up ahead, what appeared to be a bathroom of some sort. He ran to the entrance, stopped and turned around, to find the faceless man was no longer following him. At least that he could see. He stepped into the bathroom and slipped and fell on his face. Cursing his luck, he looked to see what had tripped him, and found a flashlight just out of his reach. He sighed in relief. A source of light, any source of light in this dark place was welcome. Hopefully , the flashlight wasn't drained or broken. He flipped the switch on the side, and the warm florescent light of the bulb shined brightly, showering him with relief.

He moved farther into the structure, which judging from the smell, was intended to be a lavatory of some sort, although there were no toilets to be seen. A flash of white out of the corner of his eye caused him to look over at a wall where another of the strange papers that he had seen at the campsite rested on the wall. He shivered at the words as he read them, knowing how true they were.

It doesn't die.

Ichigo couldn't imagine why anyone would want to continue living after seeing that horrible specter. If anyone had actually gotten out of these woods alive, Ichigo thought, they would definitely have had nightmares for years. Speaking of which… I had forgotten about the recorder. He looked down at the small bulge resting in his pocket. Maybe it can tell me something. Something to help me get out of this place. Something to get me home.