HIIII! 2 chapters in 2 days! I found my writing notebook so I'm soooo happy! No more off the top of my head chapters!
We get to see Ichi-chan now! Excitement! Lots of it.
Devilish_Angel101 is not a beta. I repeat she is not a beta. That was a mistake on me. So don't kill her. (Or me. Definitely not me. Kill her if you want. She never told me not to say that. So it's all her fault.)
Devilish: IT'S NOT MY FAULT. STUPID WRITER/TYPER OVER THERE DIDN'T ASK! KILL HER!
Ryouko: NO! I'M THE WRITER! KILL THAT ONE!
*Fighting as they walk off to class*
(Ichigo's POV)
I felt my reiatsu explode, even though I didn't really know exactly how much I was letting off. I had already been training with Zangetsu for about three hours, give or take. I was really starting to think the old man was going easy on me.
"Come on, Old Man! Fight like you mean it! You would do well to take your own advice, Old Man!"
"And what exactly did I tell you, Ichigo?"
Zangetsu-ossan was suddenly behind me. "Would it happen to be along the lines of 'never lose track of your opponent? If you dodge, don't get hit?' Well? YOU might want to take the advice Ichigo."
Zangetsu swung down, destroying the ground where I had been standing a second ago. I backpedaled trying to change direction, hoping that all my training with Yoruichi had paid off. It had.
I changed direction at the last second, only to run into Zangetsu himself.
Shit.
I lifted up my blade and attacked, hoping to win through. I put all my power into the blade, but Zangetsu stopped it with one hand. I gritted my teeth, bearing down even harder, throwing everything into my strike.
I started building a Getsuga, using it to add more power. As I pumped more and more power into the blade, the black flames grew bigger and bigger, singing anything that came in contact. Except for me and Zangetsu. Of course. I released the power and jumped forward using the dust as cover. The huge cleaver came shooting through the dust, so I increased my reiatsu to clear the dust.
As the dust cleared, I someone else waiting for me, holding Tensa Zangetsu.
"Who the hell are you!?"
"You know who I am, Ichigo."
"No the hell I don't! Now tell me where Old Man Zangetsu is before I beat it out of you!"
The teenager standing in front of him sighed and looked at me with eyes that looked older than normal.
"That spirit was what drew us to you in the first place. Your indominatable fighting spirit, the spirit that always found the strength to keep fighting. To unlock our secrets to fight and destroy more and more powerful opponents. You know who I am, Ichigo." (A/N Ichigo hasn't gone to the dangai yet. He doesn't know what Tensa Zangetsu looks like.)
Then it all came to me. The sword. My bankai. Tensa Zangetsu.
"You…You're-You're Zangetsu. Tensa Zangetsu."
"Yes, Ichigo. It is a little known fact about zanpaktous that we change form when we go into bankai."
"Well then I guess there's only one thing for it."
I centered my weight, spreading my legs to shoulder width, one slightly in front of the other. Combat position. I swung my arm to the front, grabbing my elbow with my other arm. The bandage that wrapped the hilt of my sword wound around my arm up the shoulder.
"Ban-KAI!"
The ground around me exploded, dirt and rocks flying everywhere. The dust settled to show me standing in the center of the storm, Tensa Zangetsu crossing my body.
All of my senses were in overdrive, picking up as much information as I could. I tried to see everything around me, and used my limited reiatsu sensing abilities as best I could.
Urahara would be laughing his ass off if he still knew how bad my reiatsu sensing abilities were...He probably is right now. Damn bastard! I'll kill him when I get back.
(Urahara's Shoten)
Urahara sneezed violently a few times.
(Back at Hogwarts)
I lept at Tensa Zangetsu, swinging wildly, trying to catch him off guard. He brought his sword up and our blades met in a shower of sparks. Tensa Zangetsu pushed me downwards, my feet digging trenches and cracking the ground around me.
"You have grown weak, Ichigo. I am disappointed."
"I didn't really have any opportunities to train, in case you didn't notice. I have a huge hole in my memory where I don't know anything. So shoot me, I tried to get my memories back first."
At my comment, a brief look of pain shot over my zanpaktou's face before disappearing, but the hurt still showed in his eyes.
Without waiting, we crossed blades again and again, faster and faster until it wasn't strategy as much as instinct. I didn't think of where my blade was going, just letting it lead me. Withing the first five minutes I gained multiple cuts on my chest and arms and a deep gouge on my calf.
I tried to ignore it, but with each step I took the bleeding grew heavier. I started to feel dizzy and fell to the ground. I struggled back to my feet but before I could get off my knees, Tensa Zangetsu was in front of me with his blade on my neck.
His eyes showed so much sadness and regret, hurt and anger, hatred. But hatred for what? My hollow?
"You think your hollow is the source of your memory loss, do you not?"
"Of course! Every time something happens it's my hollow's fault. Why would I not think it was Shiro?"
"Because he has been chained. Deep in your mindscape Shiro is chained. Past all the memories of...that time."
"What the hell do you mean, that time?!"
"I will have to show you. I will protect you as best I can during your journey, but in the end you must make the choice," As the zanpaktou spoke, he shifted and grew back to his normal shikai form, "Are you ready, Ichigo?"
I knodded, not trusting myself to speak. I knew bad things had happened in the time I had no memory, but bad enough to make even Zangetsu show emotion?
He reached down and brushed the hair from my face and everything faded to black.