A/N: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I will writing it. If you do not like these pairings, or you do not like the character plots, then do not read.
DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Tite Kubo.
CHAPTER 11
A Sorrow Like No Other
Orihime ran as fast as she possibly could, feeling Tatsuki's Spiritual Pressure disappear, she thought the worst and called Ichigo, then called his father and then proceeded to call Chad and Uryuu. Orihime ran for Tatsuki's reducing Spiritual Pressure, following the delicate trail.
Orihime ran onto Tatsuki's street and sprinted closer and closer to her house, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. "Tatsuki!" She yelled, it didn't make her feel better when only silence answered her call.
Orihime stopped as Spiritual Pressure bombarded her every sense. It wasn't strong enough to pin her down but it did surprise her. "JUHAKU!" A voice called out in the dead night. Orihime was on alert immediately, looking in her attackers direction and put up her shield.
"You'll have to do better than that, Rukia." Orihime said, her intense gray stare pierced Rukia's.
Rukia dropped from the rooftop gracefully and faced Orihime. "It seems that you are at a disadvantage, Inoue. I have a Zanpakuto, whereas you are unarmed."
"No, she's not." A familiar voice said, the soft clacking of stilted shoes echoed in the noiseless night.
"Urahara!" Orihime gasped, happy to see the man alive and well.
"Good evening, Orihime." Kiskue replied to the Healer before turning his gaze back to Rukia. "She is not unarmed. I have made her a weapon. A Zanpakuto where she has both Shikai and Bankai. This sword will not only amplify Orihime's healing powers, but it will also enhance it's defensive powers." Kiskue reached into the back of his coat and pulled out a Zanpakuto inside it's sheath. The hilt was embroided with a golden pattern and the guard was golden flower petals lifting upward delicately.
"Orihime is no match for my Sode no Shirayuki. She will be dead within seconds. Lucky for her it will not be as painful as I promised." Rukia threatened Orihime, her cold tone made Orihime shiver.
"It's you, who will not survive. You don't know who I am anymore." Orihime replied, grabbing the sword and pulling it out of it's sheath. The hum of the sword tuned perfectly with her magic. "You will face my Shun Shun Rikka." Orihime called and lifted the sword to the sky, calling forth her magic. "Ayame! Baigon! Hinagiku! Lily! Shun'o! Tsubaki! ASSEMBLE!" Her Shun Shun Rikka flew from the snowdrop earrings she had converted and the swarmed around the sword. The golden lights dissolved into the sword, making it glow with the warmth of her heart and the intensity of her soul.
It wasn't long before Ichigo caught wind of Orihime's rising Spiritual Pressure. She wasn't happy and her power was rising. He also felt Rukia's Spiritual Pressure, hers was a pit of fire, ready to fly out of control.
He had to protect Orihime.
She would die.
Ichigo grabbed Kon from his room, pulling the Mod Soul out of his plushy home. As soon as he ingested the Soul. Ichigo glided out of his body in his Soul Reaper uniform. He felt free. He felt elated.
He felt at peace.
With Zangetsu at his back, he flew in the air and Flash Stepped toward his Cold Hearted Orihime.
Isshin and Kaien felt it.
All three Spiritual Pressure's all the way from a distant location.
"It's time Kaien." Isshin spoke seriously, both former Captain and Lieutenant in their uniforms.
"Yes, I believe so. A war has begun, and we must end it." Kaien said, his blue eyes frosting over as they always did before a battle. "I'm coming for you Rukia." He spoke to himself, looking out into the cold winters night. "I'm coming for you. And when I find you, I'm going to set you straight."
Hey guys! RIKOREN here!
I know, I know. I've been a slacker. Well, I'm truly sorry. I was really busy.
Anyway, I hope you like this new chapter, it isn't much but it will give you and indication of what is to come in Chapter 12.
Arigato!
RIKOREN!