So, back for more, eh?
"I don't think anyone has to guess very hard what's going to happen." Kiriumi mentioned, watching the Narrator battle with her television. "Or are you talking about the TV?"
I'm not quite sure anymore! The DVD won't stay!!
Kiriumi watched the Narrator poke the DVD player with a rolled up magazine, finding herself mildly amused. "You have fun with that."
Every moment of the battle went exactly as she had expected. It was like watching a movie that you already knew the ending to. And it seemed like that ending had come. Kiriumi wanted to hide her face, she wanted to look away, but she couldn't bring herself to. The way Kenpachi moved, the vicious smile he would get whenever Ichigo did actually cut him. It was amazing to see. The way that he fought was so thrilling to watch.
"Looks like Ichi-chan's done now." Yachiru stated, wriggling lightly from her position on Kiriumi's shoulder. "Ken-chan sure looked like he had fun though!"
"Too bad Ichigo didn't make it through…" She sighed, jumping down from the building she had been standing atop. Walking over to her captain, the youngest Unohana sighed heavily. "We should probably get back to the eleventh division, Kenpachi—"
Suddenly, a flaring reiatsu cut her short. A look of surprise crossed her face as she watched the ryoka stand back up. His power had increased so much, it almost seemed impossible. Without another word the fourth seat jumped back up to her perch on top of the nearest building. "Ichi-chan got even stronger, Kiri-chan! Now Ken-chan can have even more fun!"
The pink haired lieutenant jumped onto the edge of the building and sat down to watch, but Kiriumi couldn't bring herself to do anything but stand and watch in awe. It was then that she could see it. No matter what the outcome of this battle, if he lost, if he won, it didn't matter. No matter what, Ichigo was going to save Rukia. "I believe in you, Kurosaki-san. You have the power to save her."
And thus the battle began again. All the attacks had become stronger, they moved faster, and Kenpachi seemed to be receiving more wounds than before. She could feel it, the need for battle. The carnal urge to be part of that, the feeling every true eleventh division member felt deep inside. Just from watching the battle, that want, that need, seemed to grow.
For a moment, the fighting stopped. They seemed to be conversing about something, but Yachiru and Kiriumi both knew what was coming next. The vicious eleventh division captain ripped off his eye patch throwing it to the side. Immediately his own reiatsu increased exponentially, he demonstrated his immense strength by demolishing another nearby building with one swing of his arm.
"Kusajishi-fukutaichō, Unohana-san, I have an emergency order—" The man that had appeared was quickly silenced when Kiriumi turned to face him.
"If you value your life at all, I suggest you leave. Now!" A red light surrounded her as her reiatsu flared to heights she wasn't sure she could reach. The man quickly fell back, shaking from the pure power she held.
She then turned her attention back to the battle. Both the captain of the eleventh division and the ryoka's reiatsus were reaching their peaks. They seemed to be preparing for one last strike to finish it all. Somehow Kiriumi found her heartbeat racing. The way Kenpachi looked, covered in blood and seeming to be having the time of his life, it was more than thrilling for the dark haired fourth seat.
The two lunged at each other, running at top speeds and holding their swords offensively. The sheer power of their blades meeting caused the whole area to shake; it almost seemed like an explosion. Everything around her seemed to stop as the fourth seat waited for the dust to clear. Even her breathing stopped. "…Kenpachi…" She muttered, watching the two stand there, each one with their swords stuck in the other.
Ichigo fell to the ground first, apologizing to his friends. But Kenpachi just chuckled. "Hah…What are you apologizing for?" His sword shattered, the end of the blade falling to the ground. "You won…idiot." And with that, he too collapsed.
In a split second Kiriumi was there with them. Kneeling down next to Ichigo she tore off part of her apron and tied it around his main wound. "There, that should hold you until someone can take care of you. I know that you have the power to do great things, Kurosaki-san, so please…just hang on until then, alright?"
Yachiru appeared next to her. "Yeah! Thank you, Ichi-chan. Ken-chan had a lot of fun, so live long enough so you two can play again sometime." The small girl smiled brightly at the half dead ryoka.
"Come on now, Kenpachi." The young fourth seat mumbled, carefully pulling her lover over her shoulder. "Let's go get him cleaned up, okay, Yachiru?"
"'Kay!" She smiled, climbing onto Kiriumi's other shoulder. "Bye-bye, Ichi-chan!" She waved as they disappeared out of sight.
Now that seems like quite the impressive fight to watch.
"It was so much more…" Kiriumi sighed happily.
Carefully carrying a try through the halls, Kiriumi hummed happily to herself. It hadn't been much more than two days since Ichigo and Kenpachi fought, but already the eleventh division captain was back on his feet, ready to face the orange haired ryoka again. "Inoue-chan, would you like some tea? It should help revitalize you." She smiled, carrying her tray of tea and cups into the bedroom.
The young human didn't want to seem rude, so she quietly accepted the offered cup. "Thank you."
"Oy, Kiri, what about me?" Ikkaku complained, lounging back in his seat.
"You can get your own, Ikka-kun…" She stopped mid sentence, pushing herself up against the wall for a moment. Ikkaku and Kenpachi were up in a moment, both concerned about the fourth seat. "Sorry," she muttered, standing up properly, "I'm fine now. Though I think I'll be right back."
Yumichika perked up, something was telling him that she wasn't as fine as she claimed to be. "I'll come with you, Kiri-chan."
She could only nod in reply as she rushed out of the room. Followed closely by her friend, she ran all the way to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty her stomach contents into the toilet. The beautiful fifth seat walked over to her to help hold back her hair. "That isn't very beautiful, Kiri-chan." He mentioned, rubbing her back soothingly. "How long has this been going on?"
"I-it's only…been a couple d-days." She stammered, holding the rim of the toilet. "Since I…I went into the—ugh—the sewers…"
"No wonder you're sick then. The sewers are filthy and germ ridden." Yumichika mentioned, turning up his nose at the thought of residing for so long in those sewers. "Perhaps you should pay a visit to Unohana-taichō."
She shook her head, leaning closer to the toilet. "I-I can't right now! There's t-too much going on to go see Nee-san now…"
Sighing in reply, he helped her up to the sink so she could rinse out her mouth. "Alright, but I will make sure you visit her after the ryoka fiasco is done."
"Deal." Kiriumi sighed, rinsing her mouth again. "I think I'm done now. We should go join everybody before they start to worry."
Yumichika nodded, taking her arm to support her slightly. "It might be a bit late for that."
The two entered back into the bedroom, Kiriumi continuing to smile brightly, though this one seemed a bit forced. "Sorry for that, I forgot to turn the burner off for the tea. Now, how is everyone feeling?"
Orihime smiled sweetly at her. "This tea is very good; thank you, Unohana-san."
The fourth seat walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to Kenpachi. "You're very welcome, Inoue-chan." She then turned to the large captain. "Would you like anything, Kenpachi?"
"No." He answered curtly. "Just relax for now."
She nodded in reply, mouthing a quick, "Okay," before laying her head against his arm and giving in to her fatigue. They all conversed for a bit longer, but it all just became background noise for the dark haired fourth seat. Slowly she slipped from consciousness and fell into a world of strange dreams.
Kiriumi awoke several hours later, lying in a dark room with Kenpachi holding her protectively. She must have been sleeping for a while considering the sky outside the window was just turning a soft pink colour. Pain just seemed to be filling her body; her head was throbbing, her chest was feeling strangely sore, and she felt like vomiting again. Somehow she managed to push down all those feelings and just enjoy the moment she had with her sleeping lover. "Good morning, Kenpachi…" She whispered placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Just then, the sick feeling she had became overwhelming.
The captain awoke just in time to find his subordinate crawling her way over him to run to the bathroom. "Kiriumi?" Swiftly following her to the bathroom he found her hunched over the toilet, throwing up whatever was left in her stomach from the previous night. "You're sick." He mumbled, holding back her hair for her.
"Gah, I'm n-not sick!" She groaned, feeling another wave of nausea hit her. "I…I have to help Rukia! To-today's the day…"
Kenpachi watched her get and walk over to the sink. She rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth, carefully getting every spot free of that vomit taste. "You really want to come today?" He asked, following her movements with his visible eye.
The fourth seat spit out the water she was again rinsing her mouth with. "I am coming today. Something this small isn't going to keep me from saving my friend."
Nodding lightly, the large man picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Then let's go." He grinned, going to find the rest of their little group.
Kiriumi shifted slightly, removing some of the pressure off of her painfully sensitive chest. "Alright." She knew it was going to be a very long day, but at the end of it one innocent person would live to see tomorrow.
Told ya you shouldn't have been hanging out in those sewers, but did you listen?
"What do you mean? You told me nothing of the sort!" Kiriumi argued, sticking her tongue out at the Narrator.
Oh…Well I was thinkin' it!