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Sorry for the wait. Several factors contributed to the delay, but none of you care about those, right? What matters is that I'm back with a new chapter and some news.
NQaP: The Movie is in the works. Not sure when the first chapter will be posted, but it'll probably be this month. I'm going to have so much fun. :D
I know a lot of you want a new chapter of "Bring It On". I'm going to wait a bit to find out a little more about Masaki's past before I start writing again. I want to know about the relationship between her, Juha Bach, and (if there is one) the Ishida family. That way when I really start screwing with things I can have even more fun with the consequences. Therefore, the blame for any more waiting can be laid at the feet of Tite Kubo because he's stingy with the details.
I'm also working on a new fic, in a fanon outside Bleach. That's right. Many have asked for it and it's finally on its way. Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Prince of the Harvest is coming soon to a computer screen near you!
Plus there's my original story (which still doesn't have a title), which some of my friends have told me seems like "Hellboy meets The Big Bang Theory". That's going to start appearing on FictionPress at some point in the near future.
All combat stopped as Senna's would-be kidnapper dropped to the ground and curled up in the fetal position, clutching his groin.
All the males in the immediate vicinity instinctively covered their family jewels in sympathy.
"You little bitch! How dare you do such a thing to Lord Ganryu!" The purple haired woman had managed to put out the flames in her hair and leapt at Senna.
Senna smirked and parried the sickles with her Zanpakuto. "Whoops. Sorry. Was he your boyfriend?" Her opponent snarled and attacked again. Senna easily danced around the wild strikes. "I don't see why you're so mad…" She jumped up and over the woman's head to avoid being snared in her chains. "It's not like he was the only guy in your group. I'm sure one of the others would be willing to scratch your itch."
"I will tear you limb from limb, bitch!"
By this point, the woman seemed to have forgotten that their goal had been to capture Senna alive and was trying her absolute best to turn the shorter Shinigami into minced meat. Too bad she was too angry to do anything other than attack in a blind rage, completely nullifying whatever advantages she was getting from the Blanks.
"Damn it, Benin! Get a hold off yourself!" the blue-haired Riyan yelled from atop the temple.
"There you are, you son of a bitch!" Ichigo shouted, punching a glowing red orb at the temple roof. The Arrancar blinked as tile and wood exploded. He looked down at his fist, which crackled with red energy. "That was new…" He returned his attention to the temple when a slightly toasted Riyan shot out of the rubble.
"Will you just die already?" Riyan yelled, taking aim with the rocket packs on his back.
"You first," Ichigo shot back. The crackling energy around his fists surged. In a move that would have made many Dragon Ball characters proud, Ichigo fired a barrage of crimson bullets at the oncoming rocket salvo.
The obscuring cloud of smoke and rocket debris that resulted from the explosive collision was very Dragon Ball-ish as well.
And, as a veteran Dragon Ball fan, Ichigo knew that standing there and watching the cloud was the absolute worst thing he could do.
Riyan, on the other hand, obviously didn't watch Dragon Ball. In fact, he probably didn't watch any anime at all. Which explained why he was still trying to peer through the dust like a dumbass when Ichigo appeared behind him.
"Three down," Ichigo muttered as he rested his bloody Zanpakuto against his shoulder, counting on his fingers. "There was the guy with the clubs, the guy whose arm I broke, rocketman…"
-x-
"Hold still and die!"
"That doesn't give me much incentive to hold still does it?" came the mocking retort. "Bring them to the twilight, Mirokumaru!" The rising wind drowned out Benin's screams.
-x-
"…Senna's dealing with that one…" Ichigo scowled. "Pretty sure there was a guy with a sword last night…" Something sharp sliced into his back. Ichigo sighed, heedless of the blood pouring from the wound. "Really got to work on sensing people without Spirit Ribbons…" The Arrancar spun around, deflecting his attacker's second strike with his own blade. The two swordsmen started trading blows.
"So, just curious." Ichigo parried a strike at his neck and retaliated with a feint at his opponent's shoulder that slipped low to graze his thigh. "Why the interest in Senna?"
"You – ugh! – really have – gah! – no idea what she is, do you?"
Ichigo blocked the sword and kicked him in the ribs.
"Aside from a Shinigami and colossal pain in my ass?" He ducked a swing and popped his opponent in the jaw with an uppercut.
The swordsman jumped back and hurled a handful of throwing knives at Ichigo's face.
"Knives? Seriously?" Ichigo batted two knives away and snagged the last out of the air. "Aren't you guys Shinigami? Don't you have Zanpakuto?" He flicked the knife back at its thrower… and watched as it missed by a mile, spinning off into the distance. "How do you make that look so easy?"
The swordsman's eye twitched. "Would you like me to answer your first question? Or do you have more for me?"
Ichigo tapped his chin in thought. "Actually, I think I won't worry about any of them." Ichigo sonidoed and buried his Zanpakuto in his opponent's chest before the man could even think of mounting a defense. "Pain in the ass she may be, Senna's still a friend. I couldn't care less about your reasons."
Ichigo kicked the corpse off his blade and turned his attention back to the catfight below, just in time to see Senna gagging Benin with her own hat. The woman flopped angrily on the ground, tightly hogtied in the chains from her weapons, hurling muffled profanities at Senna.
Senna triumphantly placed her foot on her wriggling captive and flashed Ichigo the 'V' sign.
"I killed four of them," Ichigo said with a smirk.
Senna huffed and crossed her arms. "Sure, just go ahead and kill my sense of accomplishment."
Ichigo strode over to the prone form of Senna's would be kidnapper. "I actually feel kind of bad for this guy. Did you have to use a Hado?"
"Well, what if he had some kinda defensive power like you've got? I didn't want to hurt my hand."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Sure." Then his scowl returned. "Now what do we do with them?"
"Dump them in Hueco Mundo and ring a dinner bell?"
"Seems kind of over the top."
"They tried to kidnap me. Who knows what sick, perverted things they were going to do to me?"
"Is that just your default assump – SLICE! – tion?" Why couldn't he feel his feet?
Ganryu surged to his feet as Ichigo fell, legs cut off below the knees. The white-haired man slashed at Senna, who blocked with her staff, but the force still threw her back into the trashed temple. Throwing a dirty look at the downed Arrancar, he grabbed his last living subordinate and vanished with the rest of the Blanks.
"Ow…" Senna dragged herself out of the rubble and shook herself off. "Someone get the number of that – Oh crap! Ichigo!"
"It's just a scratch," Ichigo groaned from his place on the ground.
"A scratch? Your legs are off!" Senna said incredulously.
"No they're not."
"Well what are those then?" Senna pointed at the lower halves of Ichigo's legs, lying a few feet away.
Ichigo blinked at the severed appendages and shrugged. "I've had worse…"
"You liar!"
"No, I've seriously had worse…" Ichigo hauled himself over to his separated limbs and pressed them back into place. Senna gaped as the wounds slowly sealed before her eyes. In a couple minutes she couldn't see any hint of an injury. "There. Slower, but less of a drain than growing them back…" Ichigo grunted as he climbed to his feet. "And the cavalry arrives…"
Yoruichi and Soifon flickered into view.
Soifon palmed her face when she saw the destruction. "See? I told you we shouldn't have stopped at that catnip sale."
"They handled it, didn't they?" Yoruichi said petulantly, hugging her shopping bag to her chest.
-x-
"Lord Ganryu…"
"Silence, Benin."
Ganryu slammed his fist against the alley wall. What was up with this town? Snatching the Shinenju should have been simple. Except that there were more than half a dozen reiatsu signatures that matched or exceeded his subordinates running around. He had sent them in when the Shinenju seemed to be the least protected, but of course, the one that was always around was that damn hybrid!
Ganryu growled. Two failures in as many days. They wouldn't get another chance anytime soon. Hell, today was a stroke of luck that the Shinenju and her lone protector had wandered so far from the rest. The hybrid and his lot would most certainly be keeping an eye out for them now.
"We will have to delay our efforts, Benin."
"But, Lord Ganryu, surely with enough Blanks we could - !"
"Not with the Shinenju surrounded by so many. Not outside the Valley. No. The destruction of Soul Society will have to wait until we can find another opening to exploit."
"Well now…" a voice said from the shadowy end of the alley. "I was out looking for a snack. I wasn't expecting to find a kindred spirit…"
Ganryu and Benin watched suspiciously as a man with red eyes and short white hair stepped into the light.
Yes, it's super short, but I've kept you all waiting long enough. I'm sorry! Next chapter will be out around January 15. And if it's not, you have my full permission to send Howlers until I get off my ass and get back to work!
Quick question. If you could assign Ichigo an Aspect of Death (like the Espada have) what would it be? This may or may not have relevance to the story. I haven't decided.
