Do You Call My Name?
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The include of IchiThing was inspired by bleach number 1 fan, to be honest. He thought about including Ichigo being some kind of angel-demon hybrid/fallen angel, like he's a Hollow-Shinigami hybrid in the manga, and both me and my friend liked the idea XD So I included IchiThing in my part and my friend happily went along with it XD
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One dim amber eye widened as blue fire crashed into his twin's side sending him flying. Head snapping around he could see Rukia panting as she had her hands pointed at the white Kurosaki.
Many things happened at once.
First, relief washed over him.
It was followed closely by shame at the realization he was rescued by a little imp.
Thirdly, molten amber widened as a crescent-shaped blast of red and white energy headed towards his savior.
"RUKIA!"
The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion as Rukia jerked backwards, eyes wide as the crescent came towards her. Suddenly-
-her view was obstructed when Ichigo threw himself in the way of the attack, a startled yelp escaping his bloodied lips as he fell to his knees, coughing up blood.
Slowly, his eyes closed as he fell forward, caught by the raven-haired angel he just saved.
"Ichigo..." Her voice was hoarse as she shook him lightly, trying to wake him up but to no avail.
"You really are pathetic, Ichigo." Everyone's eyes jerked back towards Ichigo's white look-alike as he paced in their direction. "Saving a little imp like her? Serious?" He che-ed. "We should give these disgusting creatures some praise for their brain-washing, they did quite well, dontcha agree?"
Ichigo didn't react in the slightest as he stayed unconscious in Rukia's slackened embrace. Yoruichi snorted. "Haku, cut the crap and kill him. I'm getting a headache from this glowing."
And just when his brother was about to raise his sword again-
-did the orange-head's eyes snap open, revealing raven sclera as dark as an abyss, amber irises tinted bloody red as every sound around them was swallowed wholly by an eery silence, the temperature falling 20 degrees as orange wings turned pitch-black and tanned skin bleached deadly white as instincts took control of a numbed mind.
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