Toushiro took to the sky to escape the poisonous Bankai, that way not to breath in the dangerous air that was around. He raised his sword up, pointing it to the sky "You don't know my power, do you?" he asked, water gathering around the blade.
"Isn't that why I'd love to test on you?" Mayuri answered with an evil intent in his smirk.
"Uh, I still never agreed to that yet." he sweat dropped.
"Too bad, I'm still testing on you when I win!" he said, not letting up as his Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo began to move in a standing-like motion. "Anyway, I don't need to know your power in order to defeat you!" he said.
Toushiro sighed "You won't win if you don't know an enemy's power." he said in a cold reply, sounding like he was sarcastic, or perhaps having a murderous intent behind his voice? "My power involves the moisture in the atmosphere…" he answered and then whispered "Sennen Hyoro". Water that materialized from the atmosphere had stopped gathering around the blade, and dropped down to the ground, leaving what appeared to be a river that was flowing away from Toushiro. Suddenly, ice towers began to rise from the ground as a multitude of ice pillars using the moisture in the atmosphere, the water still flowing away from Toushiro. These pillars were tall, just as tall as the Empire State Building in New York! Or possibly even taller than that!
"Such an amazing ability! I can't wait to fully study it!" Mayuri said in fake impression, knowing that this attack was going to be a possible threat to himself, so he Flash Stepped, appearing a bit more further away from the battle ready Toushiro, awaiting for whatever his next move would be.
Toushiro thought with a smirk: "Perfect, he fell right into it, now then to proceed." He moved his arm down half-way, pointing his Zanpaku-to in the direction of Mayuri's Bankai.
Mayuri's Bankai was nearing crawling on the bit of it's body that it was standing on, slowly crawling closer to him. Mayuri seemed confused as to why Toushiro was just pointing his Zanpaku-to at his Bankai, rather than at his opponent.
"It's like they say…" he began to say, the ice towers now moving to captivate the monstrous Bankai "if you wish to shoot the general, first shoot the horse, checkmate." he finished his sentence as the giant creature for a Bankai was frozen completely down to the core.
Mayuri's eyes opened up in surprise, for he did not expect Hitsugaya to do something like that and thought: "So the child truly is a prodigy…"
"Do you give up, or wish to continue a now pointless fight..?" he asked, descending downward, the water on the ground now gathering around his Zanpaku-to's blade.
"Oh no, this fight isn't over just yet!" he responded, thrusting his hand in his opponent's direction. Out of nowhere, his hand began to extend forward, separating itself from his wrist, revealing wires that were allowing his hand to continue to stretch out. His hand grabbed the surprised Toushiro's throat, squeezing it. "Oh on the contrary, Hitsugaya, it is not you who won. It is I, and this fight is over, making you my test subject." he smirked.
"You fool…" Hitsugaya said, his eyes now half-way closed, looking like he was bored. He calmly moved his sword arm to slice off the wired hand, loosening the tight gripped hold that Mayuri's hand had on his throat. He took to the sky again and with one mighty swing of his sword, gave off an immense amount of Spiritual Energy which overflowed from the tip of the blade, creating a flow of ice. This flow of ice then began to slowly shape itself as the spirit of the Zanpaku-to, but this one had a pair of wings on it. This 'ice dragon' spirit then flew towards Mayuri, who Flash Stepped backwards, making the attempt to escape quickly before he gets hit by the giant, threatening spirit. Sadly, even after so many Flash Steps to try and escape, the ice dragon had hit it's opponent, completely freezing him in an iceberg on contact with him. Toushiro sighed, a slight fog-like breath had escaped his mouth (Like how we breathe when we breathe out of our mouths during a cold weather…), his Bankai deactivating itself as he began to walk away from the battlefield. By that, it meant that he was the victor of this little showdown… He sweat dropped and thought: "At least I won't be that madman's test subject… I don't feel like getting violated, or mutated, or anything of the sort…" He shook it off and walked away, heading over to where his next opponent should've been.
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Negai had opened his eyes, his vision at a slight blur. As his eyes were adjusting to the lighting, he had moved his right hand over his right eye, rubbing it. He opened his mouth, and let out a short, but loud yawn. He looked around, trying to figure out what had happened previously before landing back in the Squad Four sickbay. As he recalled, he fought Kenpachi with a strange, newfound power, and had clashed against Kenpachi as an equal, but then somehow snapped back, away from that power. He also recalled that him and Kenpachi clashed swords once more, aiming for victory. And so, after recalling that, he looked down at his right hand, seeing that it had been covered by bandages.
Kenpachi was on another bed that was just a mere, approximately, nineteen feet away from Negai's bed.
"He's here too… Yikes…" he thought and sweat dropped, and sat up straight, slipping his feet into the usual Shinigami's sandals. He began to walk over to the exit of the sickbay, but noticed that he was wearing the sickbay gown, as well as that his Zanpaku-to was not with him, so he walked back towards the sickbay room that he was in. As soon as he walked back in, he had finally noticed a flower that was sitting next to his hospital bed. Seeing the flower, he studied it, now knowing what it was. "This is a snowdrop flower… Usually they mean… consolation or hope. Hope for what though?" his interest was piqued, wondering who it was that sent him those flowers. He looked down to see a note. It was signed by… Apparently the entire Squad Five members, but it was in the form of a list. The first person who signed was Momo Hinamori. "Ah, she hopes I get better…" he chuckled to himself, his lips forming a soft smile, warm and true. Remembering that he was in the same room as a dangerous madman, he looked to the madman's unconscious body and sighed in relief at the fact that the man was still asleep. He, as quickly as he possibly could, switched out of the garments he was currently wearing, slipping on his Shinigami uniform, as well as the Shihakusho that marked him as a Captain. He gently placed his hand upon the snowdrop flower, placing it in his Shihakusho as a token of memory that his Squad was so hopeful for him. Suddenly, a memory of his childhood began to play in his mind like a movie that was now playing in front of him.
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Long, long ago, about nine years ago, a child with a smile had ran around on a field with three other children, laughing and smiling. This child seemed to have the same features as Negai, for it was Negai. One of the other children was laughing as well, chasing them around for apparently, he was 'it'. This child had gray hair, and the unnatural, yellow isis. One of the other children was just a pretty normal child, blond hair, green isis, and about the same height as all of them. The other child, on the other hand, was a girl. This girl had blue hair, was only three centimeters shorter than the boys, and red isis. Her eyes' isis was usually what scared all of the neighborhood kids and adults, for her eyes usually looked like she had a bloody, murderous intent running through them, but in nature, she was quite the peaceful person. Together, these children played… But then one day, something had gone wrong… And changed everything… That day had changed Negai's childhood forever…
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
Bleach-Talk-Show:
Kira: We still didn't get any questions! What the -Censored-?!
Ichigo: I guess you just suck at writing…
Kira: Oh shut the -Censored- up, I write pretty good, not bad, not excellent, just good.
Ichigo: Gee, and people say Orihime has bad self-confidence… -Sweat drop.-
Kira: Shut the -Censored- up or you become next on my list to kill.
Ichigo: I'd like to see that list!
Kira: Fine! -A list appeared in his hands and hand it to Ichigo.-
Ichigo: -Unroll it, but then it rolled down to the floor, then rolling on and on and on, nearly endless.-
Ichigo: -Sweat drop.- Did you at least kill any of these guys?
Kira: I color coded it! Red means dead. Blue means alive. And green means is next.
Ichigo: So far… a lot are red… -Sweat drop.-
Kira: Because they pissed me off… -Roll eyes.-
Kisuke: Wait a second, that list looks like a scroll, did you buy that from me?
Kira: Yes, I 'bought' it from your store -Shifty eyes.-
Kisuke: Hmmm, okay, I'll believe you for now.
Kira: Well, I gave us time for questions, but it looks like we ran out of time because of you guys. We'll be leaving now. Bye bye!
All Shinigami: -Still drinking tea.-
Ichigo: -Sweat drop and wave awkwardly.- Bye
Kisuke: Bye, and swing by my store for stuff on sale!
Kira: NO ADVERTISMENT ON MY SHOW!!!
Kisuke: -Sweat drop.-
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Hueco-Talk-Show:
Grimmjow: Do I have to be on this dumb show?
Kira: Yes.
Grimmjow: -Sigh.- So did we get any questions again?
Kira: Sadly, no.
Ulquiorra: There's no point in continuing if we aren't going to get any questions.
Kira: Shut up, you emo. We can't end the show, we're staying on schedule, even with no questions.
Ulquiorra: -Sigh.- For the last time, I am not emo. I just have the looks, and issues to be like one.
Kira: That means you are an emo -Sweat drop.-
Ulquiorra: Trash is just trash, and right now, your trash talking is just showing how weak and pathetic you are…
Kira: Oh who came up with that bull -Censored-? You? -Censored- off, -Censored-
Ulquiorra: -Stay quiet, now drinking tea.-
Kira: -Sweat drop.- …
Aizen: …
Gin: Shouldn't we end this show by now?
Kira: Thanks for keeping me on schedule!
Gin: You're welcome -Still has on that creepy smile.-
Kira: -Sweat drop.- Okay… Bye everyone…
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Quincy-Talk-Show:
Kira: …
Uryu: …
Kira: …
Uryu: …
Kira: …
Uryu: …
Kira: …
Uryu: …
Kira: THIS IS GETTING BORING!
Uryu: Yes, yes it is…
Kira: Sadly, no questions to answer!
Uryu: I know…
Kira: Should we end this show?
Uryu: I guess we should, I don't know, it's your choice.
Kira: Yeah, I will. BYE GUYS!
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Vizard-Talk-Show:
Kira and Hiyori: -Beating the shit out of Shinji for no reason.-
Shinji: -Has a hell of a lot of bruises, bandages, and scars.-
Love: -Still asleep.-
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