Merry Christmas! (Early Christmas where I am)
I've finally finished typing up the whole story! Yay! I want to thank you all for being so patient and reading this far! I am soooo sorry it took so long!
As an early present (I'll post another chapter tomorrow night) I give you this teaser bit below! I'll try to at least post a chapter a week... because there is no excuse for me now since it's all done!
And, well, I was re-reading the beginning of this story and... HOW THE HELL DID YOU GUYS GET TO THIS CHAPTER? The first few chapters are so... rough... to read xD
I hope I've improved!
Sooooo after such a llllllllooooooooooonnnnnnngg ggggg wait... read and enjoy! (This little paragraph of the story to get you back into it for tomorrow!)
The sounds of war could be heard throughout the whole of Hueco Mundo. Ichigo tapped his finger against the hilt of his sword, wishing he could join in. The thrill of fighting beckoned to him, but yet here he was sitting on the sidelines, his sword sheathed. Him and his sword thirsted for blood, to cut down powerful foes, to feel the weight of taking away someone's life… Ichigo had to force himself to keep his composure and not strike out at Aizen and join the fray of fighting bodies.
Almost as if sensing his distress, Aizen turned to him and smiled, "Be patient, your chance will come."
Ichigo waited a minute, biting back foul remarks as he concentrated on his composure, his visage emotionless, "Yes, Aizen."