A/N: Hey! Really quickly, from now on review replies will be going at the beginning of each chapter!
midnightscar17: Funny enough I've nearly given Ichigo shikai twice now! The first time was when Tatsuki got her powers, I changed my mind then. The second was in this very chapter! But again, I've decided I really want to have Ichigo struggle to achieve it, I need it to take a lot. Head's up You'll see Keigo's before Ichigo's. Yes, Ishida Uryu, The Legendary Quincy, has in fact been shown in a cameo. And more really. Thanks for the review.
hiareportsyou: I have no idea if you'll ever see this reply, but, to be 100% honest here, it was my ham-fisted way to have an OC without having an OC. The other explanation is that his illogical ten-year old mind decided to follow Ichigo who had been immensely quiet following the death of his mother a year prior. Seeing the boy who's usually this reserved chase after a cat randomly caught his attention. Upon coming across the scene Jinta used his oni-bat to knock him out, but instead put him in near death. Kisuke decided to have a buddy to train alongside Ichigo instead of simply erasing the memories. Whichever one you decide to use as the explination is up to you from here. Thanks for the review.
[Bleach Thy Soul]
Dark brown hair shined in the early morning light, the long strands ruffled around as a head rose from the soft pillow below. The room was deathly silent, the other two beds remained empty. The long spiky hair belonged to a body that many, upon first meeting, would describe in the following; broad like an ox and tall as a mountain...though those descriptors would only stick until those same people met the captains of the seventh and eleventh divisions. It didn't change the fact that the man had broad shoulder of fair skin, and was tall enough to require ducking to get through most doorways.
His large frame left the comforting realm that had been created by the comforter on his bed and approached the small trunk against the wall of the shared room. This one being his own. Within a moment he pulled on his shihakusho and strapped his zanpaktou to his side. His face set in quiet determination. The days were slow to pass, and the weeks seem to never pass, but it had. The days that stretched on to seemingly endless degrees ended. The long hours he spent in his captains office, filing, organizing, reading through casual reports, all of it...was done. Now it had been a whole month, his 'Leave' request had been approved and with all the fretting he had been doing, it was greatly appreciated. His small break of two weeks was to start today, and would end as previously mentioned, two weeks from today.
He found the mirror of the shared bathroom, it was a large standing reflecting surface, his creme colored skin seemed duller than what he was used to, and as he bore his own pale blue eyes into himself he felt cold. He'd grown used to certain things, adapted to his old mission...being back in the humdrum of Soul Society was aggravatingly dull compared to the weeks of action he and his cell had seen while out in the world of the living. He had one of the fiercest cells and they were always in charge of the same sector. Sector four. Whenever he saw their commander, Kuchiki Rukia, lay down their map and place the dividing drid upon it, he knew precisely where he and his men would go. She counted on them, and they always held up.
His cheeks warmed, recalling the events of the day where their fearless commander led a charge of seventeen different cells to assist them in fighting the menos that had appeared, it had been magnificent and awe inspiring. He found the training hall of his divisions, his tiny lieutenant turned and greeted him, the young kido master had softly colored dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was loose today.
"Ah, Oshiro-kun, how have been?" She said, her tone distracted the words clearly hollowed as her mind centered on something else.
"Hinamori-fukutaicho." Oshiro bowed to his superior, "If it's all the same to you I still prefer to simply be referred to as Sora, no need to bother with honorifics for me."
She quietly laughed, the back of her palm covering her mouth, "Right, you do alway tell me about that…" again she spoke, her mind elsewhere.
"Does something ale you Hinamori-fukutaicho?"
She seemed to blink at that, Sora had always found it strange, the way she felt so small and insignificant, it didn't mesh well with her. She'd always worked hard, harder than most to achieve her position, so it bothered him profusely when she flinched or winced when others took notice of her struggling. Like she'd failed, and all her hard work was about to come tumbling down upon her.
"You seem distracted," but if something was bothering their vice-captain… "is something wrong?"
Sighing, Momo clapped her hands against her cheeks, before looking back up at the concerned face of Sora, "I wish I could say everything's fine, but even though it's been a month now, I can't seem to acclimate to serenity here in Soul Society, the paranoia feels drowning sometimes." She laughed herself.
Sora scratched at the back of his head just below the base of his spiky ponytail. He could relate, many shinigami now could. The long excursion into the living world had taken their tranquil understandings and flipped them on their heads. People struggled, some persevered, and others...others didn't. He still recalled coming home during his breaks and having people ask him where so and so was, and how they would break down in tears when told that he had become hollow food. In so many words of course.
"I understand." In fact he did. Upon his early nights after returning, he would have frequent night terrors, a menos hand bursting into his room and grasping at him, his sword just out of reach. Its bony white fingers locking around him, and the last thing he saw before waking up screaming was the massive maw of the giant fools head or the bright red beam of a massive cero…he couldn't hold down his shuddering, "Try to drink some tea, maybe have a warm snack before bed. If it's really bad I asked Kurotsuchi-Taichou for something to help me sleep."
She gave a bow and a muttered thanks before walking away, he stopped when he realized their captain had arrived on the scene at some point throughout the whole ordeal.
"Aizen-Taichou! My apologize, I failed to notice you there!" Sora said, throwing himself to the floor at his captains feet, he didn't dare to look up until he heard the soft chuckle of disregard from the wise man.
"It's quite alright Oshiro-san, I'm often told by others I am quite ignorable, and do not bring much presence to the room. Forgettable almost."
Sora felt himself pale, how could anyone even consider speaking of a captain, especially their captain, in such a way!
"No, Aizen-Taichou! I meant no disrespect, I would never say such things about you!"
The man above Sora sighed and crouched to achieve a more eye level position with his subordinate, "You shouldn't make old men crouch, it's really quite insensitive."
Sora rocketed to his feet so fast it was miracle he didn't kill himself from whiplash, Captain Aizen soon followed. It was a calm interaction they had, no more words were exchanged only a simply glance, but in that glance, Sora understood. With a bow, Sora left. He had a lot to do, he'd put it off for weeks not, held off on confronting this person for as long as he could, but his heart would no longer stand for it...and his roomates refused to listen to him recite poetry to the pillow he'd put a wig on…
He stopped. He was there. The thirteenth division, the place that housed the fearless Rukia, the greatest commander he'd ever served under...well, except for maybe Captain Aizen. Happily he rushed past the gate, through the barren halls, and into captain Ukitake's office.
"Ukitake-Taichou!" He bellowed, sliding into the room and landing into a crouch at the end of the desk, where the white haired man sat, mounds of paperwork adorning the metallic surface.
"Ah...umm, my apologise, but, have we met?" The polite captain asked, receiving a happy look from Sora.
"We have, but it was only very briefly. But in that moment you, and someone else, changed my life. You placed me on the mission to explore the human world due the increased hollow activity, and due to your input I've become twice, if not triple, the man I once was!"
The pale skinned captain backed away a bit, it had been quite a while since he had been in the company of anyone so...vibrant, "Oh, is that so?"
"Yes! Thanks to you I was able to grow to heights I once thought unattainable! So after careful consideration I have come here to thank you and Commander Ruk-er, Kuchiki!"
Ukitake Jushiro was many things...but a man with an excellent poker face was hardly one of them. So he placed down his pen, and pushed aside his parchment. His green eyes becoming increasingly sharp. Precise. Like rays of the sun magnified through a lens. They bore into Sora. They saw perfectly everything he encapsulated. So after taking it all in, Jushiro sighed, a heavy weight coming to settle upon his shoulders.
"Ah, yes. The appointed commander, Kuchiki Rukia. My apologies…"
"...Oshiro Sora!" the young Death God offered, clearly being asked for his name.
"Yes, Sora, but...Kuchiki Rukia still has not returned from the world of the living…"
Frost. A sheet of frost seemed to be growing over his skin, his vein which usually ran hotter than most were chilled, and his heart didn't seem the most interested in beating. Like time had decided it'd rather stand still. Before he knew what he was doing Sora was standing to his full height, his hands slamming onto the metal desk, the resounding clap echoing in the room.
"What…!? Ukitake-Taichou, tell me you're joking! Tell me right now!" He roared, into the face of a captain.
The sullen look in those eyes screamed truth, and seriousness. Sora nearly gagged, the pang in his chest, the pit in his stomach, the thumping in the back of his skull. His lips peeled apart, his teeth were clenched and his body seemed to be doing its best to hold back whatever tidal wave of rage was fighting to escape. His own pale blue eyes bore into the captains dark green. A world of motion seemed to roar to life around the two, and as Sora felt himself being overwhelmed he reached to the furthest left side of the desk and swiped across it, sending the mountain of pages into the air and scattering across the floor.
"I-It's been a month!" Sora roared into the captains unflinching face, "She's a member of your division! What have you done to find her so far!?"
Ukitake's bottom lip quivered for a second before he resolved himself, "I am not at liberty to discuss on ongoing investigation." He replied, calmly, evenly.
Sora growled, "Then who is!? Tell me!"
The door behind them flew open, two radically different individual stood at the door. One was a short and petite blonde girl with horrified blue eyes, wearing gloves. The other was a broad but moderately short man with a beard and anger filled brown eyes.
"W-what are you doing to Ukitake-Taichou!"
"G-get off Ukitake-Taichou or you'll be sorry!"
The two screamed at once, the girl seemingly prepping a kido attack, while the male drew his blade and entered what, to Sora, seemed to be an awkward stance. Though they did little else as the white haired captain raised a hand to them. A universal sign to stop.
"Why should I disclose that information to you...Oshiro Sora…?"
It felt like a hundred needles were suddenly ripping into his throat. His tongue went numb, and the whole of his spine shook. The room hadn't gotten any heavier, and the captain before him didn't appear to be exerting any effort to hold him down with spiritual pressure. But something very clearly was holding him down. Something alien...but not. It was just different, the captain before him...was doing what Aizen did. His words, cool, calm, measured, careful, he gave nothing away while Sora had shown his whole hand! He'd lost the moment he let his emotions surge.
"I...I need to know! Kuchiki Rukia is...someone I can't fail!" The words were gargled, not exactly clear or spoken with the clarity he'd wanted them to be spoken in. But they were spoken, his point made.
Ukitake smiled, "Truly? Well, i'm glad my lieutenant has someone looking out for her!"
Sora was taken back. He had no clue Rukia was lieutenant, she hadn't been wearing the plate like Lieutenant Hinamori. Was this a recent promotion? How had she gotten it is she's been missing for a whole month? What isn't Captain Ukitake telling me?
His hands fell to his side, his gaze being tossed over his shoulder to the still waiting duo of what felt like seated officers, if weak ones, before turning back on the man who this all started with.
"Please...Ukitake-Taichou…"
"Kuchiki Byakuya has been leading the investigation since week two of her absence. Any further details you'd like to have divulged to you will need to be gotten from him." He said before moving to leave his seat and gather his tossed away pages, the two by the door quickly rushed in and picked them up alongside him. Sora felt his lips quiver as they split and spread into a wide smile. His arms widen and he enveloped the captain in a crushing bear hug.
"Thank you!" He cried spinning the older man around, much to the dismay of everyone else, he quickly released the man and left, he needed to get to the sixth divisions compound immediately.
"Jeez, what was his deal?" Sentaro huffed, collecting pages along the corner of the room.
"No clue...but he shouldn't have gotten to hug Ukitake-Taichou…" Kiyone sulked.
Jushiro did his best to not fall over, he'd become immensely dizzy from the hug.
Many shinigami cried out in shock as a brown haired blur bolted past them...
Steam rose gently into the air, and after a moment a gloved hand came down and rose the tea-pot before gently tipping it over and letting the hot contents spill into the cobalt blue cup on the desk of her superior. Slowly it moved and filled the cup belonging to yet another of her superiors. Lastly she filled her own and put the teapot away before sitting before the desk of her captain, and beside her lieutenant.
She stared into the calm green liquid in her cup, the rising steam alluring. She restrained herself, it would be unbefitting of her to drink before either of her two she sat there and waited, noticing that Renji was as stiff as a board. While it had become more common in the recent events for them to be called upon by their captain and asked to sit within his office, it hadn't changed the fact that Kuchiki Byakuya was one of the more intimidating captains.
Almost as if realizing that his two subordinates were waiting for him, Byakuya set his parchments down and took a single sip of his tea. The two before him rushed to do the same. Of the two, he felt more inclined that his third seat had done it more gracefully, but they were both pitiful attempts to appear natural. To his left sat Abarai Renji, lieutenant, and trustworthy fighter. To his right sat Tsubaki Rin, his recently appointed third seat, but begrudging confidant.
As Byakuya cleared his throat, readying to ask for today's updates, he heard the startled calls from unseated members of his division.
"Hey! You can't go in there!"
And.
"Stop! Stop!"
But suddenly his office door was practically torn open, and as a panting from exhaustion the shinigami stared into the room, Byakuya immediately recalled this one. One of the hand outs from the seventh division, a low level shinigami being sent out to gain experience. He himself had sent out many of his own, Rin being one among them, and was pleased at how they returned..those that did return anyway, confident, calmer, stronger. The only problem with their return was the simple fact that they had let his adopted sister remain behind!
"Who are you?" He spoke as if uninterested, few knew of his hunt to find his sister, fewer still knew that he'd been sending his agents into the living world to scour for her. And fewer than even those knew how much sleep he'd been losing because of it...meaning he'd become increasingly snappy.
"Oshiro Sora, Kuchiki-Taichou, please, I'd like to be let in on the investigation regarding Kuchiki Rukia." He bowed, still in the open door.
Byakuya gave him and icy stare that neither of the other two in the room envied. They'd long for attention from their captain, but they would prefer to never be looked upon like that.
"Come in. Close the door. And explain how you know of this."
The tall shinigami slid the door closed behind him before walking forward and sitting beside Rin, the girl seemed to stiffen almost like coming across someone she'd once known and dreaded meeting again, or having anyone associate them together.
"I was a member of Commander Kuchiki Rukia's Living Word Expedition Force. Upon arriving to the final destination of our tour we were instructed by her to return home...I had been meaning to contact Kuchiki-san earlier but due to my responsibilities I had to patiently await a leave notice. As of today as oh-seven-hundred hours, I am on leave."
"Get to the point." Byakuya hissed.
"Upon visiting Kuchiki Rukia's division barracks I was told of her being MIA, (Missing. In. Action.), after speaking with Ukitake-Taichou, I was told you were leading the investigation...I would like to offer my assistance."
Byakuya stared at the young man sitting before him, he was willing to admit he was tired, but far too stubborn to actually go to sleep. He shuddered at the thought of leaving something like this in the hands of his lessers. It was bad enough he'd been using them to search for her…But then it clicked. The young one who had barged in on him was on leave, further than that, he was of a different squad.
"Oshiro. Sora. Are you willing to give your all to assist?" Byakuya calmly threw him the bone he'd been begging for.
"Yes! I'll do whatever I can!"
"Well then...I hope your ready to return to the living world…"
[Bleach Thy Soul]
The air finally began to settle and as one orange haired boy fell backward, his double loomed over him, blade hovering dangerously over his throat. The building the stood upon was cut apart, deep gashes cut into the skyscraper, rubble littered the field, glass was cracked and missing in places, and bits of rebar support poked through every so often.
"Looks like I win." White happily said stabbing his sword down into the building beside Ichigo's head. Golden eyes met, even now, chips from both mask were coming down and falling to the side.
Ichigo growled before spinning, catching Whites leg, and sending the blade spirit tumbling.
As the distorted version of himself rolled away, cursing the whole time, Ichigo found his footing and drew the other blade from the building it was stabbed into. The air around him grew red as a black flame spread across his face, the parts of his mask that had been broken away or dissolved returned. Red mist seemed to come to life around him, and was quickly drawn into both blades. The length of both katanas quickly became a deep glowing crimson, and as White finally got his bearing he found himself staring down a lengthy stretch, where at the end his wielder seemed more than ready to release whatever load he'd been gathering.
"Suck it!" Ichigo screamed, his distorted voice echoing the mindscape, as the twin blades were swung sending crescent shaped waves of burning hollow energy down at the unprepared spirit.
"Oh shit!" Was all Ichigo heard as the waves crashed against his blade spirit and exploded.
The debris was flung off the building from the shock wave, and as the smoke cleared Ichigo peered into it intently, before he felt the soft tugging from the mirror sown in his off hand. Releasing his hold over it let the blade go spinning off into the smoke where a pale white hand reached up and grabbed it hilt first.
"Not bad, but it needs a flashy name, something that says 'don't fuck with me'. Don't you agree?" White said, calmly, as he sheathed his sword and walked toward his wielder, the mask on his face cracking and and vanishing in a red mist.
Ichigo sighed and pulled his own mask off before tossing it aside, before it even hit the ground it vanished in a red haze.
"Give me a couple days I'll think of something, anything else you want to go over before I head back out?"
The zanpakuto spirit laughed at that before becoming deadly serious, "How about you get some real world training. Getting the mind ready to use these abilities is one thing...actually using them is another."
Ichigo scoffed. It hadn't been that long at all since he had come in here and been explained the nature of his hollow powers. Surprising, and shocking? Definitely, but when had that stopped him before. His hazel orbs quivered as he noticed that he was waking up. Time always seem to run up whenever he was kicking White's ass.
"Yeah, I'll just go up to Hat-and-clogs and tell him I need to master my hollow powers!"
"I don't care how you do it! Just do it!" was the reply Ichigo got before his head slammed against the wooden surface of his desk.
The mental world he had just inhabited was gone, and if the reflection in the window was to be trusted, so where his golden eyes resting on a sea of darkness...he gagged at the poetic description he had just used. With a sigh he stood and took his bag.
"Umm...Ichigo, class isn't over yet!" their teacher called from the board, half her face hidden behind an attendance booklet.
"Oh. Is that so?"
The whole room, save for several individuals, stiffened as Ichigo glared over his shoulder, his bows knit together and his forehead wrinkled as the suffocating will seemed to flow off him. He was daring someone, anyone to say something. For a moment it appeared as if the black haired boy with glasses in the front row was about to stand and say something before the teacher found her courage.
"T-that's right, please return to your seat...so that I can complete the lesson…"
Silent prayers were being spoken for the unmarried school teacher. Many of the class had grown so familiar with Misato...to the point where it'd be a shame for her to quit from the mere fear instilled into others by Ichigo's presence.
"Okay, sure." Ichigo said as he returned to his chair, getting a shocked gasped from the collective room. Everyone stared, their eyes bugging out of their skulls, and as Misato turned to continue writing on the board, the lunch bell rang.
As the collective student body vacated the premises, the poor teacher seemed sullen at realizing that he had only done as asked because of the close proximity of the bell.
Ichigo found the collective forms of Keigo, Mizuiro, Sado, and…
"Hey, wheres Rukia and Tatsuki?" Ichigo as pulling a wrapped sandwich from his bag. The group had forgone their usual rooftop hangout spot in favor of putting some desk together. It didn't change much, it just meant now they had less people trying to take their claimed space.
"Tatsuki took Rukia to have lunch with the other girls." Mizuiro said, nursing the bruise along his jaw. While many would say he had gotten lucky, he still felt Ichigo had overreacted.
"Wonder what their talking about…" Keigo said, stuffing some teriyaki chicken in his mouth.
Ichigo stared at his friend, and fellow shinigami, with a look of someone who was absolutely stupefied. He let his jaw hang open for a second longer than was absolutely required, "Why do you care?"
The brunette boy rose his eyes to his fellow soul reaper. He had thought of it as a pretty basic question, nothing extremely special or otherwise strage… "Who knows. Maybe I'm hoping someone in Tatsuki's group is crushing on me!"
"Doubtful." Mizuiro, Ichigo, Sado, and an unknown fourth voice all said in unison. Whilst Keigo let his head dangle, streams of exaggerated tears spilling from his eyes, everyone else turned to the source of the mysterious voice. It was a lean, pale skinned, boy with long and silky black hair with glasses. He also a bright purple spot around his left eye, and cust along his right.
"Kurosaki Ichigo, a moment of your time, please." He spoke, carefully. Very measured tone.
"No. Fuck off before I give ya' a shiner to match the left." Ichigo spat, biting into his turkey sandwich.
"It'd be fitting considering you were the one who gave it to me." The boy said, seemingly more agitated than before.
Sado was the one to connect the dots, being that he was in the hall when Ichigo had started handing out knuckle sandwiches. It had taken a minute to recall, considering he had only caught a glimpse of the kid after Ichigo had sent him flying.
"Ishida Uryu, right?"
Uryu simply fixed his glasses in response, his lips curling upward into a smirk. His confidence seemed to roll off of him in waves. It was obvious he was seeking some kind of confrontation. Even if they wanted to stop what happened next, the wheels were already in motion, as Ichigo drop kicked him out of the room.
"So! Glasses is looking for a fight?" He cracked his knuckles, "Well then...get ready for murder."
Ichigo sped forward, his vision locked on the single target, he could feel it, it was pent up, boxed away. But there, deep within the boy who'd com up to him. Was a pool of reiryoku. He had closed the distance quickly enough, but his element of surprise was spent. His swings were ducked under, his kicks were side stepped. It was a boring back and forth, he'd push, Uryu would avoid, neither would get anywhere.
"Would you control yourself!" Uryu urged, his first counter of the 'fight' thrown, the flick had stunned Ichigo. The way the kid was evading him spoke of superior speed, but the precision, the way his fingers stabbed his forehead...was a whole new kind of jarring, "I wished to speak with you privately!"
Ichigo stopped. His whole world feeling cold, bitterly cold. His hazel eyes seemed to glaze as he pondered the words. He was never one to stop. To speak with others...what was the point? Keigo was the one who would sit down, talk to people, let them in...it was never his thing.
"Lead the way…" Ichigo finally said.
[Bleach Thy Soul]
Orihime pressed her shoulder against Rukia's. The other girls had become distracted, obsessing over Hana's new boyfriend, and Tatsuki's sudden lack of one. The violet eyes girl paused, she'd been zoned out this whole time, while she might have been slowly acclimating to the whole socializing aspect of being stuck in the living world, much of it remained boring to her.
"Yes...Inoue-chan?"
The burnt orange haired girl sighed, a nervous look skidding around the back of her eyes, her finger tips pressing together.
"Kojima-kuns...been telling everyone, that you and Kurosaki-kun...are dating…"
Orihime had to duck back as a spray of tea was ejected from Rukia's mouth. The black haired girl bent forward and began to cough, everyone had turned, suddenly hearing the exchange and realizing the potential gossip that could arise from it. Though Rukia quickly collected herself and and smiled back at Orihime.
"Nope. Me and Ichigo are barely even friends!" She spoke, quickly, much to quickly. She hadn't had enough to time to properly rehearse but, that hadn't helped it seemed any less fake.
Everyone gave the girl a critical eye, some held back their scoff of disbelief, others were not quite so kind, a few seemed to brighten at the idea that Ichigo was still single or that at least Rukia wasn't dating him, and the rest were some intermiden mix of uninterested without the chance for details.
[Bleach Thy Soul]
The two stared at one another, the roof had cleared out, lunch was quickly coming to a close. The two had short gap between them, Ichigo had prefered to take to leaning against the fence for the talk, while Uryu remained stock still. Their eyes connected for a moment, the glint of Ishida's glasses gave off some mysterious, and so very frustrating, air. It hadn't taken a lot of willpower to follow behind Ishida, but the smug attitude had grown so thick, that Ichigo was about to start swinging very soon.
"I am a quincy, and I know what you are." Uryu suddenly said. Killing the still silence between them.
Ichigo gave him a raised brow, "There's this thing called context...wanna use it?"
"Don't be smart. It hardly suits you, I know you are a Shinigami!"
Had it been sooner, had he been less experienced at keeping his cool, he may have spilled some kind of information, but he was long past that point of his life, "A what?"
"Stop! I've seen you! Slaying hollows. Running around, swinging around that cursed sword!" Uryu proclaimed, his rage getting the better of him.
Ichigo sighed, he was aware of spiritually aware human, Keigo had been one, Tatsuki had become one, and many more littered the world they lived in. But what did it change, what proof could he have?
"Yeah? You've seen me have you? Can you prove it?"
"As a matter of fact…" Uryu turned and withdrew several expertly drawn and shaded manga panels depicting Ichigo slaying various hollows.
Where had he kept those? Was he seriously convinced his drawings counted as proof...even if they were of fights he remembered having.
"These are cool lookin' and all...but that doesn't mean I'm the hero in your story."
"No, you dolt, these prove that I've seen and captured your escapades!"
Had it ever been stated that patience was not Ichigo's strong point? Had anyone ever come up to another and told them that the orange haired demon of Karakura was a saintly kind of soul who would be as patient as could be with others...they'd have been lying to you on a scale of epic proportions. Had you believed them, you would have been labeled a fool of even grander proportions.
Ishida found himself stilling, two fingers pressed neaty to the center of his forehead, a hand gripping his shoulder, in an instant the boy who'd been leaning against the fence was in his face, and the ocean of stil reiryoku within him was suddenly storming and focused in two points. It hadn't taken Uryu long to realize which points they were.
"Let me make something clear to you...I-shi-da," Uryu shivered, his name had never been spoken so coldly before, and the killing intent was so thick...it felt like drowning in a sea of blood, "I don't much care about people. Especially those that go digging where they shouldn't."
Uryu would have said something, but the feeling of static against his forehead kept him still. He had seen it once before, recently in fact, the very orange haired boy that stood before him had cast a blast of lighting that tore apart the dark sky and completely charred the wing of the hollow he'd been after.
"Consider this a warning. You can keep knowing what you know. Keep doing what you're doing even...but if you get to close...you'll wished I'd used pale lightning right now…"
He wa shoved, pushed away, sweat coming down his face, as he stared into the deep pools of brown, the eyes that in class seemed so lazy, uncaring, were now icy and menacing. It was as if staring into the gaping maw of a hollow. The blackness within that would envelope you. Uryu remained on the ground as Ichigo entered the building. Uryu hadn't understood just how close he was to death in that moment…
[Bleach Thy Soul]
A/N: Hey guys, so chapter 13 isn't even close to being started, but I finished this, and had two reviews to reply to so I figured I'd post it anyway. I hope the story still makes sense and that your enjoying the read!
THANKS FOR READING!
