Chapter 4: Battle between Sadists?

All I can say is that I'm incredibly happy that a lot of people are enjoying my story! It has been a huge confidence boost for me! So thanks everyone who reviews! XD

So now that I'm done with vacation and school I realized except for usual business and house work I have a lot of time on my hands, so I'll use that time to write! Although strangely enough I feel as if the story is writing it's self. Crazy huh?

Well enjoy!

The two men crashed together causing a gigantic explosion of spiritual pressure that made huge cracks in the surrounding buildings. They ricocheted away from each other, launching at each other again, again and again. It seemed that they were equally matched at this level. Kempachi began laughing, launching himself at the intruder again, and again, attacking relentlessly. When he looked at the man's face he was slightly surprised to see the man smiling a very creepy, yet happy smile. "It seems dat you are strong, da?" He man asked happily, blocking Kempachi's sword once more. Kempachi only laughed harder.

The man tilted his head in question, as he back flipped away from an oncoming strike. "Vhat is it that makes you so happy, da?" He charged forward to meet Kempachi's blade. Throwing him away Kempachi replied "This is FUN! That's why!" He swung his ridged zanpakto bringing it down heavily on the man's iron pipe, sending up sparks "But," he said landing another blow forcing the man backwards a few centimeters "I'll have to END THIS!" He flashed behind the man and aimed for a killing blow, but hit nothing to a shocking surprise. The man was now at his side, swinging his pipe at Kempachi's chest.

It struck with incredible strength behind it, sending Kempachi into a wall, blood pouring from the open wound that now resided in the place where he was struck. He placed a hand on his wound, looked at the blood, then began laughing manically; his laughter rang of the surrounding buildings that had been reduced to almost rubble. His opponent simply gripped his iron pipe watching the blood that was on it glide down its surface before dropping to the ground, with almost the same rugged happiness Kempachi was showing.

In a split second they were at each other again, faster than most eyes could follow, landing shallow blows on each other. Kempachi had two more chest wounds and one on his right leg. The man had one on his head, staining his white hair a crimson red; he also donned two back wounds that had gone through his beloved trench coat. This fueled his fighting level to become much higher.

Blocking one another again, their weapons shrieking as they grinded against each other, sparks flying, the opponents were face to face, both smiling with death glares in their eyes. The man said to Kempachi "Vant to raise the battle to higher stakes, da?" He leapt away as Kempachi attempted to get to the side of him. "I was about to suggest the same thing!" He reached up to his eye patch and tore it off. "I'll fight you at my FULL STRENGTH!" He roared as his spiritual pressure rose to spine crushing levels, but it simply ruffled the man's hair, and blew the large white scarf around his neck around a little. "Vas dat suppose to do something? I velt nothing, da."

The man then shouted "Da, this is TRUE POWER! Убой двойной железной трубы смертельный удар!*" Blinding red spiritual pressure exploded from the man's sword and engulfed him. Kempachi just squinted, waiting in lusting anticipation. Once the light had gone the man's appearance had changed. His trench coat was sleeveless, showing off his ripped arms that were covered in scars. His Iron pipe had elongated and doubled, as he had two now, one in each hand. "Now ve are getting somevhere, Da!" He leapt at Kempachi with even greater speed.

Kempachi blocked him and threw him back. The man flipped and landed in a battle stance. Kempachi placed his zanpakto on his shoulder "It's a little late for formalities, and crap. But since one of us will die here I want to know the name of my kill." He smiled and launched himself at the man yelling "THE NAME OF YOUR KILLER IS KEMPACHI ZERAKI!" They clashed weapons sparks flying as the single zanpakto met the two pipes that looked as if they were dripping in fresh blood.

Suddenly two deep wounds erupted open on Kempachi's back, making him stagger back. Blood began to drip out of his mouth, and he smiled with blood-stained teeth. "THIS IS GREAT! YOU ARE FUN!" He began to laugh again, beginning another relentless attack at the man, from all sides. The man blocked all his attack and began to drive Kempachi back. "And your killer is Ivan Brahinski!" Ivan said in a slightly bored tone. He began to strike back at Kempachi faster and faster, no wait between blows; Kempachi's laughter began to grow with each strike.

Ivan began to strike heavy blows on Kempachi; soon he was almost completely drenched in his own blood. He didn't care that his vision was going slightly blurry. He just fought back, clashing his zanpakto with the twin pipes.

Ivan saw as Kempachi stumbled slightly, and using the opportunity he lunged forward aiming a killing blow through his chest. But it was blocked by another zanpakto, a clean and sharp one that gleamed in the sun. Ivan looked up at the wielder it was a man with a light blue scarf, black hair that hung down in front of his face from a white hair piece. The man had dark, piercing eyes. His clothes rustled in the slight breeze as the two men starred in one another's eyes relentlessly.


Toshiro Hitsugaya was walking back to his office, holding a large pile of paperwork. He grumbled on how he wouldn't have any help finishing it. He opened the door to his office when something hit his silvery white hair. The object fell to the floor and started flopping around. He looked down and saw a beautiful fish; it had long trailing fins of silver and a thin turquoise body; its strangely large sapphire eyes stared up at his pleadingly. He ran and placed the paperwork on his desk then fetched a bucket, filling it with cool water, contemplating he ran and grabbed the fish. He sniffed it trying to detect if it was of saltwater origin. Satisfied by whatever he smelled he measured the right amount of sea salt and poured it into the bucket giving it a little time to absorb, he then placed the fish into the water.

He brought the bucket over and placed it next to his desk, watching as the fish swam around happily. He began on his paperwork, when after a few minutes a feminine voice that sounded like flowing water sounded from the bucket "Thank you for saving me."

Wow, even I have to admit that was dark! I swear that came out of nowhere, I didn't even have half of that planned.

Translations *Slaughter double iron pipe death blow!

And since I'm going to girls' camp next week, away from any electronics what's so ever ill try to update another chapter before I go.

Either way I hope you enjoyed this!