*Previously on Sleeping Angels*
"What's the matter, Ichigo? You want to fight too?" His father asked as he gave a dark chuckle along with a threatening smirk that crawled upon his lips, tugging at them...
Ichigo's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking with terror as the whole explicit scene ran through his head, sprinting at an incredible speed as it hit his mind and memories, filling it with agony and anguish. He was frozen...
Suddenly, a voice ran through the back of his mind, punching away the fears, getting nearer and nearer to him as he sat in a dark room in the corner of his mind. The pitch-black room turned into a vast area of where skyscrapers reached across the sky, even though the whole world seemed to have turned sideways. The sinister figure was muttering low mumbled which could blearily be heard. Though as it got closer, it mysteriously disappeared.
"Hello again, Ichigo..." It whispered, intimidating and frightening the orange-haired boy.*. In a flash, Ichigo leaped forwards, spinning around at a pace similar to flash-step, his reactions amazingly fast...
"Happy to see me again... King?" It asked in a psychotic tone which was followed by a bizarre laugh.
"You shouldn't be here..." Ichigo sneered in a panicked tone. He didn't want to be overpowered once again by the disastrous hollow of which used to destroy him from the inside, here to bring his nightmares to reality.
"Aw, why not?" He pondered, sarcastically as he gave off one of his sadistic grins which stretched from ear to ear, chuckling through his chrome, white teeth.
"You disappeared!"...
"I represent the dark side of your soul, King... Besides, I'm not going to let you die on me; if you die, I die. Remember that..." He mentioned, vanishing as Ichigo was instantaneously brought back into reality, flinching as his he remembered Hollow Ichigo's words which rang through his ears. The words that would haunt his dreams; bring extirpative nightmares to life...
"Yes father... I will..." He puffed, straining his body to keep away the entity trying to take over. "I will fight you!"
"Hah," his father laughed, chuckling over how pathetic his son was being. "Ichigo, you aren't in shape to beat me," the psychopathic man carried on, "look at you! You're weak! Your hollow is taking over!"...
"Hahaha..." A dark chuckle resonated, filling the room with shock as the dastardly beast appeared...
"Hello there..." the voice whispered in a threatening tone. Ichigo's inner hollow had taken over. The stress from the boy's body had caught up to him as he tried to suppress it. However, this didn't seem to bother to bother the inner hollow as it just laughed it off, the cruel monster grinning psychotically.
Isshin started to walk over towards him, though he had forgotten about his opponent which lead to a sword striking his shoulder! It ran down, splitting the top part of his broad shoulder, the speed amazingly fast as he had no time to block it - nor see it coming! The man behind him had an expressionless face, though you could tell that Kenpachi was irritated. The powerful, spiky-haired man with chiming bells on the ends of his hair didn't like to be forgotten about, "forgotten someone?" Kenpachi asked aloud with a gruff voice.
"Hah," Isshin laughed, "you're too weak for me." He added, slowly turning his head to see the immense man of whom just pulled out his sword, crimson blood dribbling down it as the sword shone in the dim light, the blood doing the exact same as it trailed down. On the other side of the sword before it had been pulled out, Ichigo's dad's shoulder had blood leaking from it. However, as the sword had hit it, a large splash of blood spluttered out of the wound, even though the injured man didn't care. He had large, black bruises upon him along with blood covering his Soul Reaper uniform from his - and his enemies - blood.
"Oh?" Kenpachi grumbled, disappointed, his irritated expression still lingering upon his scarred and muscular face.
"You heard me; I don't have time for you!"
"Don't turn your back for a second!" The possessed Kurosaki boy screeched as he yelled out his battle cry, "BANKAI!" The psychotic hollow laughed once more, the sound vibrating through the room as the disturbing, dark chuckle spread through the room before he lunged straight towards his father! The black and crimson-coloured darkness which engulfed the boy as his Bankai took its form was flung back as he leaped, the onyx black sword slicing the air open as he flew forwards, the black and slightly shredded uniform rippling in the wind as the force tried to hold the monstrous being backwards. However, he was too powerful to be stopped now...
Isshin turned around as he heard the battle cry from the cataclysmic hollow. In a flash of lightning, he whipped his sword directly in front of him just in time as the lightning-fast, possessed Ichigo struck his sword with a powerful force, striking the metallic object known as the zanpakuto as the colossal sound of clanging screeched, the force of the two intense spiritual pressures collided. It's a wonder how anyone in that room survived that large explosion.
"You think I'm going to let you kill my King?" The hollow Ichigo tormented, "if he dies, I die. I won't dare to let that happen; even if I have to mentally destroy him! I won't let that bastard get rid of me so easily!"
"Like I care," Isshin reacted, both swords raised in the air before they were slammed into each other's zanpakuto once more, "you're just as pathetic as my son!" He roared, throwing his strength and weight into his force, pushing back the younger boy as his feet slid across the floor along with smoke that shrouded them.
Both of them stood a few metres away from each other. The eldest man panting, the younger boy stood taller and braver. He wasn't exhausted, he was going to kill this murderous man! The reason for this is that the inner world he belonged to was heavily flooding, the water rising faster and faster. The waves of the gushing river that saturated the area rose with each passing second as the sky cried upon them. The sky scraper buildings were being torn apart due to the emotional outburst of Ichigo whom was stood on one, fighting for his will. He didn't want to let his hollow win, even if it was to stop the everlasting, wet weather.
It was his fight and his alone, nothing was going to stop him from winning; nothing was going to stop him from avenging the ones he loved. Karin and Yuzu, he two wonderful sisters he had - murdered on the floor, crimson blood splattered all over the room. Rukia, Renji and the others who were on the floor, fighting for their lives. Toshiro, the sweet, silver-haired Captain who was hung to a wall with his own zanpakuto. Ichigo didn't want to believe he was dead; it would be another friend he couldn't protect. However, to the substitute, Toshiro was more than a friend. Every time he saw the smaller Captain, his heart would flutter out of control! Like an energetic butterfly that zoomed inside of him, awaiting for its chance to escape from its prison. Awaiting its freedom.
The former Captain examined the hollow mask upon Ichigo's face. The red stripes were flung across its white, bone-like structure. The striped were red like blood; blood which was everywhere. It was a surprise how no-one had called the national guard due to the blood and the damage the building they were in had gone through. Then again, no normal Human could even see what was going on. If only they could, it would change their lives forever. Scarring them with the vile images of the sinister scene.
Toshiro opened his eyes slightly. All he saw through his hazy vision was two powerful entities fighting one another. He couldn't make out who it was who was fighting, all he knew was that the spiritual pressure generating from the fight was exhaustingly immense. It was enough to open his eyes for a short while and let his misty turquoise eyes gaze around the room, dazed as they slid across. Although he drifted his eyes everywhere, he couldn't register it. Everything looked as if it were a callous nightmare. That's all he could wish it was - a nightmare.
However, it wasn't long before the fiendish darkness took over his eyes once more. He could feel his time coming. All his limbs had gone numb and his chest was rapidly beating as his heart was racing to survive. But then, his heart started to slow down. His chest slowly halting its rapid rising; it slowed down and now vibrations could be felt all over his body. Another surge of pain rippled through him, despite the blackness taking over his dazed eyes. He didn't react to any of these strange events. Instead, he allowed it.
He felt as if he were to drift off, to die alone. To die without his Ichigo being there to mourn over his drifting spirit. Inside of him, he didn't want to go, but the pain was excruciating. The Captain only wanted one thing... to wrap his arms around the substitute. But now he couldn't. Once again, Toshiro had lost all feeling and sensation in his body. His eyes slowly closed, unable to register what was happening in his surrounding area as well as not being able to comprehend the malicious massacre. Had he known that Hyorinmaru was wedged into his chest? Most likely not, nor did he care...
