I was going to wait until I had a few more chapters done before posting this, but with fanfiction cracking down I wanted to let my readers know that if this story gets taken down I'll start an account on their adult version and post it there.

On with the story,
Demon

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Tsukune sat leaning against the base of the Monster Tree in his mindscape. He couldn't remember much after he gave Ghoul control of his body, but he knew that the overdressed man had been killed. Normally he would be troubled by that thought, but it didn't. Did that make him like his ghoulish nature; not feeling guilty about ending a life? It's not like the man was a Hollow where he would just be cleansed and sent to the Soul Society or an Arrancar where that same chance still existed. This was a living person that hadn't faced his first death yet; but he didn't feel any guilt about letting Ghoul kill someone.

"Finally seeing that yer more like me than ya think?" Ghoul said to him in a tired tone.

The dark side of Tsukune enjoyed killing the son of a bitch that had organized the kidnapping that resulted in a lot of people needing medical treatment; not that he cared about that last part. The thought of his mentor kicking the bucket before he had a chance to fight the panther pissed him off; had the panther Arrancar died he would've focused solely on the one that killed him. He could easily smack that silver haired bitch around, brought down that rabbit Arrancar, and now killed someone that was stronger than both of those two. It was going to be a while before he could take on whoever nearly killed his Arrancar mentor. Baby steps might take forever, but he knew they were necessary. Even more so since he knew that Grimmjow had ripped Kurosaki a new one twice and lost their third fight. If he wanted to be able to take on the one that nearly killed his mentor, then he'd have to first gain full control over his shared body and then get a lot stronger.

For now he had to settle for reminding Tsukune that he wasn't the first one in control of their body when they died. Small hints was all he could give Tsukune, but it was better that way. Rather than just spout "You were once a cold blooded killer just like me" he had to slowly break Tsukune's will to resist that truth. He had to play by Bloodriver's rules; which worked out perfectly for him.

"You're more like me than you think;" Tsukune said back.

If his dark nature was going to play this game, then so would he. He knew that Ghoul had referred to Kurumu and Mizore as his friends, something that Hollows never cared to have. Why would Ghoul do that if his darker self wasn't like him? There was no real answer that he could find right off the top of his head. They mirrored each other in many ways, but were opposite in many ways as well.

"Don't make me laugh;" Ghoul spat at him "I'm nothing like you. I don't give a fuck if I kill someone; never have, never will" with a dark grin on his face.

"Then why did you Konso Moka-chan's sister?"

A small smile found its way onto his face for a split second. His weaker half finally stopped having those feelings for the bitch that caused them so much suffering. That was a good thing; maybe now he'd sac up and tap their taichou's ass instead of trying to figure out a way to rebuild his friendship with the silver haired bitch.

"I said I would Konso souls I found; so I did," he snarled at his human self "I ain't one of those people that will say one thing and turns around to do the other. I also take responsibility for my actions; unlike a certain whore we know."

Tsukune tried to get up in anger, only to find that his body was way too sore to move. He didn't like how his dark counterpart addressed his friend; it was bad enough that he was fearful that Ghoul might takeover and try to kill her again, but calling her something so demeaning was uncalled for.

"We're both too drained to fight; so don't waste yer fuckin' time" he said with a yawn "besides, yer such a fuckin' coward and weakling that ya can't do a damn thing on yer own to keep me in line;" with a snicker "if it weren't for Bloodriver ya'd be just as weak as ya were when ya were alive."

-Bloodriver-

The Shinso vampire stood on a window watching clouds pass by as she pondered things. It hurt her to know that her eldest stepdaughter had been killed in cold blood; but at least it wasn't by Ghoul. Tsukune had enough blood on his hands because of his darker self; she wasn't referring to the overdressed man that was a member of Fairy Tale either. She had been keeping more than just Tsukune's past living life from him.

"So; why are ya here again?" Hichigo asked with a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head.

It wasn't that he didn't want the company; he had honestly forgotten. He was awake enough to acknowledge she was there, but not enough to remember the reason she said. While Ichigo might be back to the strength he was at when he first fought Grimmjow; he wasn't even close to that. He was barely at the strength he was when he fought Byakuya. This is why he spent a lot of time sleeping; an extreme amount of time; he was starting to enjoy naps.

"Tsukune must face Ghoul without me being present;" she replied "the only way for him to truly gain the courage to do that is for him to understand his true strength. Which is something I cannot show him; he must see it for himself."

"That might be true;" Zangetsu said as he walked up behind his love "but you could have waited until he went to the Visoreds to seek refuge here."

Akasha remained silent; which was enough for Tensa to know what happened.

"He damaged the trust you two have built between each other;" the half breed said.

"Hai;" in a sad tone "he gave Ghoul full control over his body instead of searching deeper within himself for the strength necessary to win his battle. I left his mindscape when he gave Ghoul more control than I originally thought he would."

"He clearly won since yer still here;" Hichigo said with another yawn "so what's the big deal? The age old skill of putting foot to ass is an art; don't go hatin' it."

"You know nothing of this 'art' as you call it;" Akasha warned "you seek battle for mere thrills. Nothing more than the surge of energy and endorphins that floods one's body during combat. A true battle holds weight, meaning; lives that rest on your victory, that would be lost if you did so. I know that while you may be Ichigo-kun's hollow, you still hold the ability to know emotions other than anger and hate; you still have the potential to express love. Why else would you encourage Ichigo-kun to attempt to pursue a relationship with Orihime-chan?"

Her comment about being able to express love almost made him laugh. What he felt towards the busty woman was pure lust; unadulterated, pornography grade lust, nothing more. The hole in his chest was proof enough that the concept of 'love' held no meaning to him.

"'Cuz I don't want the idiot to die a fuckin' virgin;" with a slight snort of annoyance "I ain't soft like that idiot."

It was bad enough the idiot had practically ignored the obvious signs that the auburn haired Queen, as he addressed her as, always showed. What made it worse was the fact that he, the dark battle obsessed side of Ichigo, had to point those signs out. It annoyed him that he was the horse still; if he were the king he would've given the busty woman what she wanted. The things he could suggest to Ichigo would probably push the idiot over the edge and kick that non-existent sex drive into motion; he was just too tired to bother at the moment.

Of course there was always the fact that Nel had been showing similar signs as Orihime. Just not turning bright red or stuttering when they talk to each other. It was harder to pick up, but it was still in the way she acted around his king; more open, hugging him until his spine practically breaks, and not afraid to show her, dare he say it, more human side. The woman was an Arrancar, so in essence had regained pieces of her humanity; a very fine looking humanity too.

"It is through weakness that one finds strength;" Zangetsu said "it is because Ichigo knew he was weaker than his opponents that he trained to become stronger. You were one such opponent;" looking at the pale version of Ichigo.

"I'm touched;" with a tone that showed he was mocking the old man.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay here;" Akasha said with a soft smile seeing the subject needed to be changed.

"Whatever; just don't start fuckin' again" as he drifted off to sleep, causing both Zangetsu and Bloodriver to become beet red.

He knew what the two had done a few weeks ago, and he didn't want to listen to it go on here; especially since he was trying to nap and regain his strength, it could be very distracting.

-Ichigo-

The orange haired teen carefully pulled his arm out from under Orihime; the two were now spending a lot of time together, and they enjoyed it. While there was talk amongst the Arrancar that the two were now having sex, they weren't; they haven't even kissed yet. The main reason for that though is Ichigo didn't want Orihime to be able to associate a good memory with the bad one she's already had here. While it might be good for her to have a pleasant memory in Las Noches, he didn't want to risk messing up and turning what was meant to be a good thing into another bad. As he quietly crept to the bathroom and took off his sleep pants, he remembered something Zangetsu had told him.

'When you believe you have found the one you wish to be with, do not hesitate to tell her.'

When he turned on the water so he could shower, he remembered the worried look she had that showed every time he fought someone. During his last fight with Grimmjow, she had erupted into full tears; she was that worried about him. She didn't want to see him take any more injuries; she just wanted him to stop fighting and take her home.

"If only it had been that easy;" he muttered to himself as he let the water soak his hair.

He might have invaded Las Noches to save Orihime, but he also came to fight Grimmjow; to defeat the panther Arrancar and all his allies. If he could have proven that he could defeat everyone in Las Noches, then no one would've attacked his home town. That would've been the only time it was going to be safe to take Orihime back to Karakura Town.

-Orihime-

The auburn haired woman woke up from her peaceful sleep with a smile on her face; she could still smell Ichigo's scent on the sheets. She always knew Ichigo's smell; it was a little musty with, ironically, a hint of strawberries. Ever since she and Ichigo had their private lunch together, they've grown very close and she was getting better about not stuttering around him. She was surprised to learn that Ichigo's will to protect others was a result of the day his mother was killed by a Hollow. That day had left a horrible scar on Ichigo, but he didn't let it hinder him; it drove him to be stronger, and she was thankful that it did.

She got out of the bed as she remembered how many times Ichigo had saved her. There were a few times during school he had protected her from bullies when Tatsuki wasn't around, then there was when they were in the Soul Society, after that was Yammy, and finally when he invaded Las Noches to save her. All that was before the most resent one; when he released his bankai and protected her from the Hollow that fought Aono. It was after that that Tatsuki said her feelings were well placed; even telling her to hurry up and tell him how she felt before Nel made a move of her own.

After she made sure the door was locked, she turned on some music, took off her night gown and headed towards the shower so she could clean up for the day. This had been a habit of hers since she lived alone and didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her; plus Ichigo always had patrol in the morning, so she was confident he wouldn't see her. The cool air gave her a few goose bumps as her feet made contact with the slightly chilled tile floor.

When she opened the bathroom door, she bumped into Ichigo and the two fell to the floor with a load thud. Ichigo grit his teeth as his head hit the tile floor; he wasn't expecting her to be up just yet. He was also hoping to be able to surprise her with breakfast, but that idea just went out the window.

"Owie;" Orihime said as she rubbed her nose.

Whatever she hit was pretty solid. Her eyes widened as she noticed Ichigo underneath her; her hope that Ichigo wouldn't see her pretty much naked had been destroyed now. Little did she realize her long auburn hair was keeping that fact secret; not to mention Ichigo was only wearing a towel. She could feel that his skin was still a little damp from his shower; her heart began to race as she thought of the orange haired teen being in the shower. The thought was making her turn red as she imagined water running down his toned muscles.

"Are you alright, Orihime?" Ichigo asked as he managed to keep from feeling embarrassed about the situation.

That in itself was an achievement considering he was only wearing a towel when he was brought to the ground by the angel on top of him. Angel, that was definitely the best way to describe her; she didn't despise anyone, she didn't dislike anyone, she always managed to have a smile and never held anything against anyone. She also had this feeling around her that often put him at ease; the best way he could describe it was a warm secure feeling.

"H…h…hai;" she stuttered as she put her hands on her face and tried to hide her embarrassment.

The motion only caused her more embarrassment as it caused her breasts to press against Ichigo even more than they already were. Ichigo finally noticed the powerful warmth that was pressing against his torso near the bottom of his ribs and began to turn red himself. They were in a very awkward situation and he had the only towel that was in the bathroom.

"H…h…how sh…should we…;" he stuttered "you know… get… out… of this… situation?"

Orihime couldn't come up with a suggestion, let alone an answer. It wasn't that she was too embarrassed, well that was part of it, but she really didn't know. Her gaze returned to Ichigo and she noticed he was staring at her; this caused her to become a deeper shade of red. It was awkward enough that they were in this position, but with his staring it only got worse. Her blush began to fade when Ichigo tenderly placed his hand on her cheek and captured her gaze with his own. She knew that Ichigo wasn't one that was good at expressing himself with words, but if he was about to do what she was thinking he was going to do; then the day had just become perfect.

Ichigo slowly leaned forward, he sucked at using words; he was a fighter, a man of action, not a scholar. After what felt like an entirety, their lips finally met. He could feel Orihime's breathe hitch in her throat as he held the tender kiss against her. His world seemed to stop as Orihime finally snapped out of her daze and returned the kiss with more aggression than he thought she could ever have. She began to push his head back against the floor as she carefully wormed her way up his torso so she was directly over his lips.

Her breathe hitched again when she felt Ichigo wrap his arm around her bare back; this was something that she had been dreaming of for several years now, and it was finally happening. She was in a state of bliss as the need for air finally kicked in and they broke their kiss. The two teens had a blush on their faces as they couldn't look away from each other. Ichigo gently pulled her closer to his body and wrapped his free arm around the upper part of her back.

"I'm sorry I didn't do more for you in middle school;" he said softly into her ear "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you from everything. I'm sorry I was such an idiot. I'm sorry I never noticed your feelings before; Orihime."

"It's ok, Ichigo" she said back as she rested her head in the crock of his neck.

The two teens completely forgot about trying to get up without exposing themselves to each other and just lay there on the floor; enjoying each other's warmth and embrace.

-Soifon-

The petite taichou looked at the Visored like teen that was her subordinate and bit into her lip as she tried to figure out what needed to be done. Regardless of what she wanted to do, she had to report Tsukune's hollowfication now; he had given Ghoul total control and killed someone. To top that off, she still had to write three reports; one on the attack from the Teresa, one on her assignment to capture Tsukune, and now one on what she knew of Tsukune's Hollow.

She knew she should've started the reports when she returned from the yuki-ona village fourteen hours ago, but she had been too worried about Tsukune. With him being unconscious, she couldn't put him back in his gigai to hide his scar and had to hide his zanpakuto in her room; this meant that she had to stay in the room to keep prying eyes away. The last thing she needed was for their cover to get blown because someone, Akashiya Moka, decided to take a look at 'Eiyu's' chest while he was out cold; it didn't help that the vampire was only a few rooms down from Tsukune's either.

The door behind her slid open and she let out an annoyed groan as she sensed it was Jagerjaquez. This was just one more thing she didn't feel like putting up with at the moment. Every time the Arrancar was around her, she always got a headache from hell and it only went away after she kicked his ass across the room. She nearly jumped when a manila folder was tossed in front of her.

"Figured ya could use less of a headache;" Grimmjow said as his eyes narrowed at her.

His plan was to have the report filled out and to use it as leverage to get the flat chested taichou to tell him what the fuck was going on with Aono. Ever since he started training the brown haired boy, he's noticed a large increase in the boy's reiatsu and abilities; while most of them are Arrancar abilities, a few of them are shinigami. He also noticed how Hollow-like Aono's reiatsu felt at certain points when he was training the teen; he loathed when people kept important shit to themselves, it reminded him of Aizen. Especially when that shit involved everyone around.

Soifon opened the folder and quickly read over the paper. Everything was as it should be for a proper report; which was weird considering who wrote it. The Arrancar had to be looking to gain something out of doing the report for her.

"Why did you write the report when I was the one assigned with that task?" she said as she narrowed her eyes back at him.

"I did it 'cause I figured it would get ya to tell me 'bout Aono's powers. And 'bout how most of his abilities are Arrancar based, not shinigami. I'm willin' to bet he has an inner hollow like Kurosaki."

"He does;" seeing no point in hiding it "at first I thought it was nothing; possibly just the remainders of it. It's not unheard of for one that was once a hollow to still be at risk of turning back into one once slain by a zanpakuto for a week or so. After his hollow took over the third time, while he was fighting the werewolf, I knew it wasn't just the remainders."

"So ya sent Yoruichi to get the Visored brat."

Soifon shot an angry glare at the Arrancar when he failed to address Yoruichi in the proper way. Jagerjaquez was far worse than Kurosaki when it came to addressing superiors.

"Shoulda just let me drag his ass to them;" the panther said as he crossed his arms.

Had the flat chested taichou forced Tsukune to go to the Visoreds, then they probably wouldn't be in this situation. He knew that he'd definitely be able to train Tsukune to use his Arrancar powers better. He remembered how much stronger Ichigo was when he used his hollowfication; if the mask hadn't broken when it did, he would've lost.

"This is something he must do on his own. If he would've been forced to face Ghoul before he wanted to, it could have had disastrous results."

She knew what Jagerjaquez was getting at and understood his reasoning. If Tsukune were able to summon his hollowfication, his own natural abilities would be amplified instead of just adding to them; she had read the report on Kurosaki's hollowfication.

"You, of all people, should be able to see that he ain't the type to just fight. He's a fuckin' pacifist; he's held back in every fight he's been in here. Plus, he's been actin' like a fuckin' coward; hidin' from his problems instead of facin'em. He's been afraid of a lot of things since we got here; he's tried to hide it, but I've noticed it. Keepin' that silver haired bitch at a distance, he's careful with his words around the chicks he's never banged, and his reiatsu is all sorts of fucked up."

As much as it pissed her off, Soifon knew the Arrancar was right. Tsukune's reiatsu hadn't been normal since she found him 'training' with Kurosaki on the execution grounds when he was supposed to be in the academy. She knew that Ghoul had been involved in that 'training' in some way; so it was natural for her to suspect the dark side of Tsukune as the corporate for Tsukune's reiatsu. The teen had also been keeping Akashiya at a bit of a distance from him; most likely because of Ghoul, but to her if the same thing would've been happening to her she would suspect something. Of course, that could just be her training that would have caused her to believe that.

-Bus stop-

A Senkaimon gate opened up and a still pissed Kenpachi stepped out. His usual taichou attire had been swapped out for a set of jeans with his zanpakuto held at his side by a black belt, a black undershirt that had a white skull printed on it, and a long white button up shirt that had a black skull on the back with the Eleventh Division symbol where the eyes would be; Yumichika's suggestion, saying it complemented his large figure or something like that, he wasn't paying attention. He was still wearing his eye patch and was given an extra accessory in the form of a belt buckle that would help keep his reiatsu from being as noticeable. His eye looked around and he quickly found Yachiru's reiatsu. He might suck at sensing reiatsu, but he knew his unofficial daughter's reiatsu from miles away.

"There she is;" he said in a deep tone as he started walking in that direction.

He knew that when Yachiru took a liking to someone she often clung to them; since she had hoped onto Aono's shoulder when he saw her off, that told him she took an extreme liking to him. When that happened, she was practically always around that person. Find Yachiru, find Aono; it was that easy. One thing that annoyed him though was all the muttering he heard about him as he walked across the school grounds, it was as if they've never seen someone his size before. Some of these Yokai have true forms that are far larger than his; and people call him an idiot. He kicked a door open and found himself in what looked like a cafeteria; everyone stopped eating their breakfast and just stared in disbelief at his massive build, a few students dropped their trays to the ground.

"KEN-CHAN!" Yachiru cheered as she jumped from her seat across the room and hopped from table to table until she got on his shoulder "I've missed ya Ken-chan! How's Re-chan been?"

"She's fine;" he said in an irritated tone "where's he at?"

"Chocolate-Hair is in the infirmary;" she pouted "he went and got in another fight without letting me watch."

The tiny fuku-taichou's face swelled up in annoyance. That was the second time he went and got into a fight without taking her with so she could watch. She wanted to watch him fight a strong opponent in a good fight; every fight he's been in so far he had been holding back, she wanted to see him fight all out for once.

Mizore, Kurumu, Yukari, Kokoa, and Gin just stared at the large man as he talked with the girl on his shoulder; he was huge! None of them had ever seen a person anywhere near that tall. Matsumoto gently nudged Gin.

"That's Kenpachi Zaraki;" she whispered to him "he's the unofficial father of Yachiru and taichou of the Eleventh."

Gin's eyes just shook as he continued to stare. This man had a ridiculous amount of youki and it was all being controlled by something on the man; regardless, this wasn't someone he wanted to piss off. Even less so considering what Rangiku had told him about the Soul Society and shinigami. The Eleventh was full of battle obsessed shinigami that relied little on things like kido spells or their zanpakuto; no, they simply used raw brute force.

Kokoa was the first to snap out of her daze and rushed over to the large brute of a man.

"The only one that's gonna fight Kenpachi is me; ya got that!" she shouted at him as she stood on a table to try to look him in the eye, and failed; Kenpachi still towered two feet taller than her.

Yachiru had told her that this man might come by the academy to fight Kenpachi Eiyu for his disappearing act a few days ago. She refused to let someone else fight the person she was going to put the beat down on; she didn't care how big, scary looking, or intimidating he might look.

"Ya need to be a little more specific brat;" Kenpachi warned "I'm Kenpachi from Zaraki."

Kokoa slowly felt her body begin to shake in fear as the man's eye narrowed at her. This large man was terrifying, so much so that the air around him seemed to freeze in place in fear of him. Like it were afraid that moving would somehow piss the man off and lead him to killing it somehow. The small vampire gulped before managing to find the courage to speak again.

"If ya get in my way of fightin' Kenpachi Eiyu," trying to keep her voice from shaking and failing "I'll cut ya down. I've got first dibs on the weakling when he gets outa the infirmary; now get lost."

Zaraki's usual sadistic grin found its way onto his face; he could see the brat in front of him shaking so much that the table was rattling. He quickly grabbed her by her head and lifted her up to eye level. Kokoa's body overflowed with fear now; this man had just picked her up with a single hand and wasn't showing any signs of struggling.

"Ya got some serious guts brat;" with a dark chuckle "so I'll give ya this one warnin'. This doesn't involve ya so stay out of my way, or you will be the one that'll get cut down. Yachiru;" as he dropped the tiny vampire "which way to the infirmary?"

Kokoa landed on her butt with a small grunt of pain, but didn't get up; not that her body would let her. She was petrified with fear. For that brief moment she looked into the man's eye, she felt a fear that she had never felt before; it was like someone had driven an ice cold sword straight through her spine and heart which made the concept of hope leave her body completely. As if the only thing that would allow her to move again was the release known as death; that feeling forced her eyes to stay focused on the man that caused it until the doors to the cafeteria swung shut behind him showing that the threat was gone.

-Tsukune-

The chocolate haired teen slowly opened his eyes to see that he was in a white room that smelled of hospital cleaner. That told him right away that he was in the infirmary; a place he had been trying to stay out of. He remembered that every time he had been in the infirmary when he was alive was when he had been knocked out; which left him vulnerable to those that saw him as an enemy or were trying to confirm that he was really Aono Tsukune.

"Eat this;" he heard Grimmjow say as something landed on his lap "Kenpachi's here and the creepy fucker said he's here for ya. So be ready for a fight."

Tsukune looked at what his mentor had thrown him and saw a strange looking ball that had three mouths. The texture of the skin on the fruit looking thing was rough, about like a blend of scaly and sandpaper, and had a reddish tint to the color. He didn't question it though; he was starving and needed the food. As he bit into the weird looking fruit and was taken back a little by the taste; it was bitter, almost blood like, and the odd texture of the skin didn't help as he chewed the fruit. When he swallowed, he was surprised that the tiny bits of the skin didn't try to shred his throat apart; plus the after taste was pretty good, like a sweet drink.

He soon found himself devouring the fruit faster than he had realized he could. Each bite he took caused some of the juice from the Durian he was eating to drip onto the gown he was in and the bed sheets. The red, wine like fluid stained the material instantly and Tsukune didn't seem to notice as he continued to eat the large fruit. It wasn't until he finished the lure like fruit that he finally wiped the juice from his mouth and noticed the stains on his clothes and bed sheets.

"I guess I was hungrier than I thought;" with a sheepish chuckle.

Soifon only shook her head; in that brief moment, he had manners that were worse than her former fuku-taichou. At least it was only for that brief moment though and not a regular thing. Had it been a normal thing for him, she would start to question her attraction to him. While she could easily counter any argument she could come up with, it didn't change the fact that she was still strongly debating on actually perusing a relationship with her pupil.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed when he saw that Aono had eaten the entire fruit. When he asked Shizuka about it, she told him that only Yokai and Hollows could stomach the fruit; a human eating it would result in extreme indigestion, or worse, and possibly the same effect if a shinigami were to eat the fruit. There was more going on with his Fraccion than he originally thought. Before anything else could be said, the door was kicked down and a very pissed Kenpachi stood where it once was.

"You and I," as he grabbed Tsukune by the neck "have a few things to talk about."

With that, he carried the brown haired boy down the hall and out of the building; completely ignoring the doctors that were trying to stop him.

"I'll go make sure Zaraki-taichou doesn't kill him;" Soifon said as she left the room "contact Kurosaki and inform him that his presence will be required here for a few days since we're not at the optimal performance level."

…Shinigami Cup: Golden…

"ICHIGO" Nel shouted with joy as she ran through the halls of her home looking for the Visored.

She didn't consider him a shinigami at all, nor did she accept the fact that he was human. No, he was a Visored, a shinigami that had gained the powers of a Hollow; her photonegative.

"ICHIGO!"

"Will you keep it down bazooka tits?" Loly yelled as she opened her door "it's too damn early for you to be yelling like this."

"Sorry;" Nel said with a sheepish laugh "we just got an advanced copy of the next few chapters because the author has felt bad about not giving us a lot of screen time and Ichigo has the most so he should read it so he's ready."

Loly quickly grabbed the copy from the former Teresa and started reading it. After a few minutes she quickly started just thumbing through the pages trying to find something.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" she shouted in anger "I DON'T GET ANY SCREEN TIME IN THE NEXT THREE CHAPTERS!" as she threw the booklet on the ground and stormed back into her room.