Hellooo people! Maany things had happend this week in me personal life...SO BE GRATEFUL I PUBLISHED FOR U! review or ELSE IT WOULD BE HARDER FOR ME TO PUBLISH! X3

No ownie BLEACH. NO ownie Yachiru nor Ken-chan. Juz ownie Kiyoshi! XD

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26. Kuro no Shojo (The Black Virgin)

"K-kiyoshi?" muttered Sora glancing breathless at the tall dark figure with long hair on one side and short at the other. With a single hand he pulled his mother's hair as she whimpered with her knees on the floor. Her glazy eyes glued on his little boy's as her face was colored in brusings and sweat.

"Yes…" Yachiru Kusajishi pushed the boy back sending him grunting in the dirt.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Get away from here, Soru!" she replied without looking at him back. The boy blinked in surprise, "You runaway and I'll take over from here, ' kay!"

Sora stared angry at her nape, "But that's my mom out there! I gotta help her!"

"I SAID GO!" she turned her face over him, with her eyes shinning with a hidden emotion she didn't even understood, "Unless you wanna die!"

Sora gasped. His skin trembled at the hearing of those words as if it was a dead serious menace…and it wouldn't have been taken doubly if it didn't came out from a little kid…and less a girl.

But then again the man she called Kiyoshi had fierce eyes that shined as if they were transparent and were reflecting the yellow color of the very sun behind him. His Spiritual Pressure was moving even his hair while it compressed his lungs. But at the looking of his mother's eyes all those things and all those emotions were pointless compared to her agonizing voice and bruises. Her knees were filthy in wounds making him imagine her being dragged on the floor by her hair of which she was pulled out.

He build up bravery in his heart when he stood on his feet and swallowed a thick knot of tears, chilling his insides, "My-My mom's gonna die if I d-don't do something…"

Yachiru's hair lifted with the same Spiritual Pressure that lifted his, But when her eyes met once again, hers were round , carved with an emotionless stare that gave him more chills than the man that holded his mother, "You don't understand, Soru" she murmured, darkness molding her words, "If I don't do this…you'll die as well."

Sora gasped, "W-what do you mean? I-I can take him down if I join you!"

"No, Soru. You'll die. You have no sword."

"But you're just a GIRL! If don't stand a chance then NEITHER WILL YOU!"

"I told you before," she pointed out, her pupils lighting up with ruby tainted fire as a dense Spiritual Pressure of the same color engulfed her, "I am Yachiru Kusajishi, Lieutenant of the Eleventh Company" Sora frowned, "We of Squad Eleven specialize in battle…and I'm they're second leader. Do not underestimate me"

Sora's eyes widen, as his breath shorten, "Were you…where you serious after all?"

"Go away!" she replied with a second kick on his gut sending him further away, "And you better not come back, you meanie!"

In that instant a shunpo move was herd. When Yachiru turned her face up again another large figure emerged behind Kiyoshi. The man was darker in skin, his arms and shoulders were double the normal proportion, his poor clothing was as enormous as he was and was even cleaner than Sora's. On his eyes a sparkle could be seen a bit indifferent from Kiyoshi's. He was surprise of what he was staring at, "Hum? What is this, Boss?"

Kiyoshi for the first time took his eyes off Yachiru to turn to his newcomer, "Oh… It's you Bishamon." He returned to the little Soul Reaper, "It's nothing really" he said, regardless the familiar frame that runt made him experiment, "It's just a little puppy out of its cage"

Bishamon frowned, "But, blind me, that's a Soul Reaper! Well what'll you know! I didn't know little brats could be accepted to the Squads!"

"Yes…who'll know? But don't subestimate it" he pointed out, "Her Spiritual Pressure is…is at a Lieutenant's level... and maybe more"

"Lieutenant you say?" he echoed, gazing carefully at the girl, "Who do you think she is?"

Surprisingly, Kiyoshi lifted arm to his head…Yachiru's heart lost a beat when she noticed that his wrist was clean cut and he missed a whole hand. Struggling in thoughts, Kiyoshi said, "I'm…not sure…"

"So you know her?" replied Bishamon.

"I never said that, you fool" he growled in a low voice before he returned to the girl with pink aura around her frame and deathly glaring eyes, "I don't have time for that brat" he scolded, "Deal with her. Do whatever you want while I take care of this bitch, Bishamon."

"Yes, Boss"

With this Yachiru held the grip of her zanpak-to tightly when she closed her eyes and her spirit searched for bravery…

"…you promise me you'll be a big girl next time you face that asshole anywhere, even in dreams, brat" she could hear her Ken-chan say just like the night she had a nightmare about the man she now faced, "That's why you have a damn Zanpak-to, brat." She remembered as her grip on her katana hardens, "Use it. Kick his head off and play with his inners!"

"I'll cut him down to humiliation, later" she had said to him before falling asleep on his arms and in his warm too well known embrace.

I promise, Ken-chan. I promise I will kill him when I see him. She thought, with her face frozen in perseverance, I'll kill him for you Ken-chan!

With this Yachiru slowly drew her zanpak-to as her eyes were covered with a black mask of shadow before the tilt of her blade pointed no other than Kiyoshi himself, who glared at her from the other side of the street. The whimpering woman she pulled by the hair had stopped sobbing to look upon the new Spiritual Pressure that build up around Yachiru and stroke her surroundings with sharp lighting.

"Huh? Is this her Spiritual Pressure?" Bishamon moved his eyes to his surroundings that threatened to come down only by the girl's pressure, "It's amazing, Boss!"

Kiyoshi's robe aggressively moved behind him as he stared blankly at the little pink haired Soul Reaper. The woman struggled to get out of her assassin's claws as the Spiritual Pressure compressed her lungs.

Yachiru snapped her eyes open and disappeared in a flash step. Bishamon gasped and in a heart beat second he drew his own sword and stopped the girl's swing on Kiyoshi's back, "How dare you, fucking brat?"

With all his hand force he pushed the girl zanpak-to back. In mid air Yachiru disappeared and reappeared in front of Kiyoshi. When she swung the sword forward to his face he released the woman and kicked her face before jumping to evade Yachiru's blade. Yachiru cut nothing but thin air. She lifted her stare up to see Kiyoshi's face grinning down at her just before his feet landed on top of her head. She evaded the kick with another Flash Step. Kiyoshi's feet landed hard on the ground breaking the rock down as the dirt lifted from his tip toes.

Yachiru reappeared charging to him when Bashimon's zanpak-to stopped her. He grunts as his arms execute full force over the kid's zanpak-to that was near her face. Yellow sparks emerged from the strength of their clash until Yachiru kicked his gut with her both feet. Bashimon grunted as her strength pushed him back and blood escaped from his mouth. He was sent out spinning before falling to the ground some feet away.

Yachiru stood firmly before she searched with her eyes any sign of Kiyoshi, "Freeze, Soul Reaper!" she lifted her stare up to the rooftop of a house next to her, "That's enough!" His elbow wrapped Sora's mother's neck as his other free hand held a small crystal bottle containing a red liquid, "I'm amused by your strength, Soul Reaper…but is over now" the bottle was missing its cork was missing and it threatened to drop into the woman's mouth, "Fall back, Soul Reaper…or she'll die in front of your eyes "

Yachiru frowned at the man, "And why should I do that?" she asked with a childish tone, "That's what a coward will do"

Kiyoshi smirked at her, "Oh, really? ...My, you truly are an interesting little fella. Yes indeed…You don't look like a Soul Reaper, but you talk and act as one of their own…" his thoughtful eyes were berried deep on Yachiru's dark rubies for long seconds there, "…What do you say if you join me, ey, Soul Reaper?"

Yachiru's face widen in a gasp, "What? How there you! Are you stupid or what? This is what I say!" she showed him her tiny tongue in disgust and with all her force she made a spit noise at him.

Kiyoshi frowned in a growl, "…I see…So you're no different from the others, huh? Very well then…"

In that instant, the woman started to cough when Yachiru snapped her eyes open. Kiyoshi pushed her down from a roof top two stories tall, and as she came down screaming Yachiru catches her with flash step. They reappear a few feet away, but when the lieutenant placed her on the ground she started to tremble violently from head to toe as thick drops of blood came out from her ears, eyes and mouth.

Yachiru gasped horrified. In her big eyes the reflexion of the woman's body shacked even more uncontrollably. Yachiru's breath was stuck on her throat when Kiyoshi reappeared in front of her. The lieutenant of Squad eleven lifted slowly her stare to him and his big and muscular accomplice.

"Why are you doing this?" she shouted at him, "You're evil!"

"No, little one…They are the evil ones, Can't you see?"

Yachiru glared at him with joined eyebrows, "The only meanie I see is you, Meanie-Poppie"

"Shall I shut her up, Boss?"

Kiyoshi sighed, "No…It doesn't matter any more" he said searching the grip of his sword…Yachiru gasped puzzled at the new discovery. When he slowly drew the katana, she stared awestruck at the weapon, as if she had never seen a thing like that before, "This will be over, swiftly," the little lieutenant jumped back, creating a safe distance, leaving the dying woman shaking weakly for the last time on Kiyoshi's feet. Yachiru drew her sword in front of her as her heart beat speeded up in fear. She didn't knew what was about to happen…

The tilt of Kiyoshi's sword was upside down as the grip was infront of his nose, he murmured, "Pray to the Gods…" Yachiru gasped, the fear finally conquering her, "…Kuro No Shojo!"

The sword instantly erupted in white sparks of light that made the floor beneath Kiyoshi crack and the woman in front light up in instant fire. As the beaming light increased the buildings next to it lighted up in fire as well, a fire that grew more and more tall. The light that now morphed into a big lion of fire ran to her when she, frozen in place watched the Zanpak-to release burn everything in its path. Her mind screamed in horror. Her feet didn't react. Yachiru's zanpak-to fell off her grip. An instant cry escaped forms her mouth when the heat started to burn in her skin…

…a bell jingle reached Yachiru's ears.

A familiar hand texture covered her eyes, and a familiar chest hid her body between two strong arms and the fire stroke their surroundings when a big explosion broke the clouds above the District and made a breaking sound of a thunder clap. Yachiru pushed her body tighter to the man's hold as fierce winds lifted all her hair. The bells continued to jingle vigorously.

The Spiritual Pressure clash finally started faded out for what were ages for Yachiru. When the thunderous sound dissipated and her hair fell down in place, the tough hand that blacked her sight opened free. Yachiru was hit with the sudden light of sun peeking at the sky. The second thing she saw was his face…her Ken-chan's face down at her as his arms tightly wrapped her to him.

Yachiru was so shocked a big knot prevented her from any sort of speech. At this she noticed that Ken-chan's eyelids were forcefully shut, "Y-Yachiru…? …Are you 'l right?"

"Ken-chan!" Yachiru cried, with joyful eyes as she hugged his chest with her extended arms, "It is you! It is you!"

"Argh…!"

Yachiru frowned at him back, "…What is it-?"

He took his hand up to his waking eyes, "…I-I can't see…" he said, "I-I can't see, fucking shit!"

"Ken-chan… Ken-chan?"

"Take me, 'Chiru…" he growled at the little runt that he couldn't devise any more, that rubied eyed girl he couldn't stare at, "Take me to Retsu!"

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