I'm so sorry for making you wait! Hopefully I have improved in my writing! Please R&R.
P.S.: I don't own Bleach. Word Count: 509
"Where are you going, young man?" Ichigo turned around and saw a long-haired brunette about the height of Rukia. She was wearing a shihakusho. "Listen, I don't have time to talk," He said, turning back around. She flash stepped in front of him. "You aren't going anywhere, Kurosaki Ichigo." She drew her zanpakuto. "As I already told you, I don't have time for this."
He took a step forward and felt a blade pressed to his neck. "You must comply…" She paused and narrowed her eyes. "Or I will be forced to kill you." Ichigo flash stepped backwards and pressed his badge against his chest. "I doubt that," Ichigo smirked. Monstrous spiritual pressure built up inside of him. He charged at the stranger, who blocked this with her sword. But naturally, she was shivering. "Damn…" Clumps of reishi were leaking everywhere. "You're very strong, aren't you?"
He's like an overflowing fountain of energy… She thought, exchanging blows with Ichigo. When does he stop? He thrust at her again. Aggressive. A cut to the shoulder awoke her from her daydreaming. "Who are you?" Ichigo asked, as blood trickled down the girl's left arm. She scoffed. "Who I am isn't important," She panted. "I want to know…" She was cut off by sound of Ichigo's sword against hers. Sparks flew in the air, and she was pushed back a few feet. "I don't care about what you want!" Ichigo thrust his zanpakuto at her repeatedly. "It was a rhetorical question!" To this, the girl smirked.
"Powerful, but immature." She sliced open a section of his arm. She stood there, pleased at the circumstances of this battle. Ichigo howled in pain and stumbled back. "You seem so hesitant to fight. Why is that so?" She cheerfully watched the blood gush out of his limb. Ichigo scoffed. "Why does that matter to you?" He replied.
"I dunno. It just matters to me, I guess." She grasped her zanpakuto and held it up in defense, returning to her calm expression. Suddenly, many eerie high-pitched shrieks resounded through the night. Ichigo widened his eyes. They, they sound so familiar…but why? Why does it echo now? He scowled. "I've had enough of this BS." He directed his zanpakuto at her and declared, "Bankai!"
The enormous spiritual pressure was enveloping her. She lifted up her zanpakuto to shield her eyes. When the reishi cleared, Ichigo appeared to be in a tight-fighting cloak with rags on the edges. "So this is his second form…" She muttered. "Very well." She lifted her sword into the air and declared with rage, "Bankai!"
The battle had begun.
