Hey guys! So I updated (finally). This chapter is a bit different from others, in more ways than one I believe. For one, it's not focused on our friends the Soul Reapers/ Humans/ Exiles/ Whoever else. Well I'm not going to spoil any more so really quickly I'll mention this chapter is a bit... dark... ish.
ANYWHO, I do not own Bleach, nor do I wish I did because I couldn't never write/ draw it as well as Tite Kubo.
ENJOY AND REVIEW PLEASE!
Chapter 8
Bleach white sand shifted and packed together under the steady slap of clogs. Midnight robes swayed in tandem with some unfelt wind and to the gentle swell of laughter that trickled from a smooth, elegant throat. A delighted, sickening smirked curled smooth lips.
"You know… I have been watching you a long time…" The voice had the fine quality of warm honey, almost comforting with it's soft lit. Dark, oh so dark that they bordered the barrier of black, green eyes gazed with longing at the smooth rock with glowing blood red runes scattered across it's surface that lay abandoned on the white sands.
"In fact, I've been watching you your whole life practically!" The voice trailed off into breathless giggles that transformed later into an insane cackle that pierced the silence of the barren desert. The clogs came to a stop.
A tall, lithe figure bent down to clasp the rock in gloved hands, these particular gloves etched with green runes , though they differed much from the rock's. A motherly smile smoothed out a pale face as tortured screams echoed and vibrated within the figure's mind. The figure listened quietly for the screams to break off into whimpering pants and choked sobs.
"Did that hurt? I suspect so…" The figure laughed again as moans vibrated inside their head. "After all, having your will so completely stolen from you, being forced into connection as strong as ours so suddenly… I'm glad you're in pain."
The figure twisted around, padding back the way they had come, the eternal moon of Hueco Mundo shimmering on brazen, fire like locks of smooth hair. Gloved hands brought the rock up to pale lips, which placed on the rock a delicate kiss.
"I know you better than you know yourself, which is why… even ignoring that deal…" Hooded eyes sparked with pleasure and satisfaction. Another kiss made of grinning lips caressed the surface of the rock and another song of pain filled shrieks and broken screams for help clamored together beautifully in the figure's mind.
"Every part of you will be mine… Ichigo Kurosaki."
" Now to find the rest of you."
