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Chapter 6 - The Beast Unleashed
A long gash through the streets made a path from ninth division to eleventh.
While she made no noise, the lavender purple reiatsu radiating off of her, the only other evidence that she had been there, was a clear signal to those who knew her well that she was on a war path.
Members of the eleventh jumped out of the way as she burst through the door, breaking through all the way to the dojo where Kenpachi stood waiting with a grin on his face.
"Give it back!" So shouted as she jumped up, their swords clashing with a metallic ring as she attacked.
He laughed, furthering her frustration, and he was rather glad at the fact that it actually took a bit of effort to block her strikes.
Pushing back he sent her flying, she flipped and landed on her feet, skidding to a stop several feet away, body slightly bowed as her chest heaved in heavy, ragged breaths.
With that single pin missing, the dynamic of the entire hairstyle had been ruined and was slowly coming down, her hair even more in her eyes than usual, hiding the look of malice in her gaze when she looked up to glare hard at him.
Righting her posture she pointed her sword towards him, the nodachi an imposing five feet, quite a mark taller than her as most things were, and he returned the gesture.
Their eyes locked and a rather surprising sound, something like a growl or a hiss, crawled out of her throat.
He chuckled again and then, it was on.
They both lunged, swords crossing, a surge of power erupting in arcs of purple and gold.
They pushed against one another, evenly matched as they pressed their power higher and higher.
This was not acceptable! This was not right! She wanted blood, lots of it, and she would get it.
She turned and ducked under his raised arms, swiveling all the way around to bring the blade up his chest, the gash deep and gushing. His blood sprayed on her face and she grinned a rather sadistic, twisted grin far, far away from her usual sweet but cloudy smile.
He grinned too as first blood was drawn and came down on her, slicing her shoulder and down her back as she jumped away.
She didn't flinch and he wondered if she'd even felt it. Interesting.
He rushed her, using his free hand to grab her around the waist and swing, throwing her into the far wall. Payback.
Something cracked, hopefully just her clips, and her hair fell farther into disarray.
She blew it up and out of her face as she dislodged herself from the new dent in the wall, shaking away plaster and paint and came back at him, he was able to knock her back, slashing through her leg this time.
Again no visible response. She could take a lot, couldn't she?
In the back of her mind, her body was dully recognizing the pain for what it was but the red clouding over her vision was a more pressing matter to attend and she dropped back onto her feet just a bit away, holding up a free hand to shoot off a blast of blue light in a wordless kido spell.
It sent Kenpachi rocketing back and she came upon him as he flew, slashing down against his chest, blood spraying up again.
He crashed into the wall with enough force to go through it and she stood in the hole made, looking at him now sprawled out on the dirt of the training yard.
She was ready to make the last blow, possibly the killing blow, but as she came down, blade pointed at his neck, he reached up and grabbed it, blood splashing out of his hand as he threw her back behind him.
He pushed himself to his feet as she flew away again and dodged the new kido coming his way. This time they were red and burned even more when they made contact.
A few errant ones went flying far off path and a distant crash was heard followed by screaming as the entrance gate to the division came crashing down in pieces, some landing on poor, unsuspecting squad members who had been minding their own business.
And speaking of squad members, there was a good sized group observing them now, or rather, they had been observing but were now running, or trying to run, far, far away.
With So's utter disregard for their safety, many found themselves taken down by errant kido blasts and straying rubble and shrapnel from the quickly deteriorating buildings around. Everyone who had been inside the dojo when the madness started was long gone. Half of the building had deemed it proper to collapse shortly after Kenpachi made that hole in its supporting wall and it slumped sadly against the ground.
The warriors didn't care, and continued to not care as their swords clashed again in a brilliant flash of sparkling metal and they hiked their spiritual pressure up once more.
The force of their fighting could be felt as far away as the ninth now, where this had all started, and the poor souls of Kenpachi's squad who hadn't been quick enough to run away fell to the ground as the power began to crush and suffocate them.
Gold lashed out at purple as their gazes met and their strength mingled, the respective colors of their souls twining and pushing, trying their hardest to smother the other, destroy them. It was eerily beautiful to those who could bear to watch in terrified fascination.
Kenpachi could feel a slight restriction in his throat, the air just a little harder to breath, and grinned his maniacs grin.
She was strong, she was strong!
Her blue eyes glared hard at him from under all that long hair. They were so full of hate those eyes, so angry, so full of wrath but also… joy, unbridled joy, a violent joy, mixed with excitement that matched his own.
Kenpachi let out a long, loud laugh, his body shaking with the force of it, and pushed her back, using his blade to swing her up into the air where he followed.
She smiled down at him, she'd caught herself and hovered in the air just feet away as he rushed her, sword pointed.
She could feel her body pulsing with her power, and with the strain it caused, with pain, and with the effort of pushing back against him.
He was strong, truly worth the title of Kenpachi in her eyes, no matter how grudged she was to admit it. And this was fun. Too much fun she knew, fearing, somewhere in the back of her mind, the repercussions of this battle.
She was angry, so angry, but also happy. She loved this violent, bloody fighting; she loved this lack of restraint. Having an opponent to go all out against was the most wondrous experience she'd ever had but…
Their swords met again and she twisted in the air, happy for the freedom fighting above allowed. She slid between his legs, it was so nice to be small and fast, and came up behind him, spearing him in the back and all the way through to his chest.
He groaned lowly, the pain was rather harsh but nothing he hadn't felt before, and knew it was time to bring this to a head, and possibly to an end, though he didn't really want to.
One hand on the blade of her sword, the other on his eye patch, he pushed the metal out of his chest quickly.
She stumbled back as blood sloshed and sprayed out onto her hands, and then gasped, her stance faltering further as the golden light that had once only covered his body flayed out in all directions, a bright column in the sky.
He turned back to her, both eyes now in view, blazing gold, and she met that gaze with ocean blue swirled purple as she forced her power up to match his.
She couldn't go higher without Shikai now, and really, it wouldn't change much if she went there. She considered it, but decided against it. Somewhere deep within the little rational part of her mind that could resist her battle lust she knew that releasing that power here and now would do far more harm than good in the long run.
So, instead, she continued to hack away at him, flinching slightly as he made contact with her shoulder, better than her neck she supposed.
They drew away from each other and came back again and again, stepping in slow circles around one another, predators circling their prey.
He bared his teeth in a grin and she in a snarl as they charged each other again, this time holding. Whoever got the best of this one would win, strike the final blow.
They pushed back and forth, trying their damnedest to get the other to lose grip, and were dismayed to find themselves equal.
She moved back first, faster than he could really see, but he swung anyway and caught her across the middle, the tip of his blade cutting shallow across the entirety of her belly.
He charged back at her as she landed on the nothingness of the air and she held up just in time to block him, though he forced her to her knees in the process.
"Ain't givin up already are ya, short stuff?" he asked with a cocky tone and shook her head, hair flying wild around her.
"Never" she said in a whispered tone so calm and cool it almost surprised him, almost. It was a little surprising when she pushed up so abruptly and so forcefully that he went flying back a few feet.
He caught himself though, and for a moment both just stood, glaring hard at each other. She made no sound, but he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest through the tattered remains of her oversized clothes.
The entire top half had fallen away at some point and he was only now noticing the tight fit shirt, once white, now stained red, that she wore beneath.
"Che, yer pretty damn flat, ain't ya?" he asked with a chuckle and she responded with a curios glance, the rage in her eyes subsiding for only a moment as he trailed his gaze to her chest again and she looked down.
He face flushed bright red and she screamed, launching herself at him again.
He grinned, ready for impact, but that grin fell as his blade and hers met with the wood of a staff placed solidly between them.
He looked down and she looked up into the disapproving face of Captain General Yamamoto.
"That is enough!" he boomed in his most intimidating and patronizing voice, the one usually reserved for enemies. "Put away your swords and end this foolishness now!"
Kenpachi almost, almost, resisted but, when he realized that his partner already had her sword sheathed and was sliding slowly to the ground, he gave a huff of disapproval and did the same.
They landed in the devastated training yard, Yamamoto standing between, and were met by a swarm of squad four members headed by Unohana and tailed by Yachiru and Shuhei, other captains and lieutenants in the surrounding areas, watching with mixed looks of interest, disapproval, and exasperation.
One squad four member in particular, a busty tanned woman with brown red hair, was practically smothering So and Kenpachi wondered idly if they knew each other.
That woman had been his nurse a few times before, one of only a handful that would talk back to him when he tried something. He supposed it'd make sense that they'd know each other and he laughed at it, though humorlessly since old man Yama had done well at putting off his good mood.
"What were you thinking!" the woman, Do, shouted at the small shinigami. "You've made such a mess of the place!"
So shrugged at her friend, head hung not because she was upset for the scolding she was getting and the ones she would get later but because she now realized what a mess her hair had become and that she'd lost all of the clips and pins that had been in her hair. She couldn't even be bothered to care about that single one that may have survived, though probably not if that brute had kept it anywhere on his person.
Dismayed, she let a bloody hand shift through some of the dark strands and nearly cried when she hit a tangle. It was going to take so long to fix it!
Tear stung the corners of her eyes and she pushed past Do, who watched her bewildered and miffed that she'd been cut off, stalking away hopefully in the direction of her squad.
She reached the fringe of the crowd, it had parted easily for the members of squad four certainly didn't want to die, and then stopped. Shuhei, who had started following came up beside her cautiously a hand out to touch her shoulder, though it never quite made it.
"Captain… we should get you to squad fo-"
She'd started walking again before he could finish and, before he could follow again, she swayed, turned, and fell, fainting with all the grace of a bag of cinderblocks as her body decided it was tired and in pain.
Well, what do you all think? I'm not so great at battle right? But I tried so, there's that. ^^ The next chapter or two should be up in a few hours and I might even start my next story up. That one's about Do~ Hope you all enjoyed. As per usual, I don't have a beta, just myself, so if you see some atrocious mistake let me know and I'll fix it. Got any questions or concerns, or just basic comments, go ahead and drop em off. I appreciate every one.