Disclaimer: Me no own Bleach. So sad...

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"Oh really? Go ahead, give it yo - " While it had been busy talking, Kise quickly stepped forward, and disappeared behind it and quickly thrust her Zanpaku-Tó at it. But the Vastoorode had noticed. Barely in time though, so the Zanpaku-Tó was able to cut it on the arm.

"What is that technique?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't really know. But enough with the talk!" She once again Shunpo-ed towards it but it was ready for her this time, and it blocked her attack. She quickly leapt back and raised her Zanpaku-Tó slightly in defense.

"You're not bad little girl. For an amateur that is."

"Ah, shut up." Kise rushed towards it once again, raising her Zanpaku-Tó high to cut it, but the Vastoorode saw an opening, and thrust it's arm into her.

Kise felt incredible pain suddenly and quickly spat out some horrible, foul tasting blood right after that. The Vastoorode yanked its hand out, letting the blood flow freely, sending more pain throughout Kise's body. She bit her lower lip to try and lessen the pain, but that only succeeded in her cutting her lip, and more blood dripped down. Her Shihakusho (A/N: The kimono Shinigamis wear) was becoming more soaked by the minute. Her mind was becoming fuzzy, and suddenly, she felt her knees buckling and collapsed into a heap.

"That wasn't much fun, now was it?" Kise could barely hear the Vastoorode laugh at her.

No! I have to fight! Kise thought angrily at herself. I have to help... She felt herself losing consciousness. But, just before she completely did, she saw something...a girl...

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When Kise opened her eyes, she found herself in a huge place. There was a lot of snow, with a big bright moon in the sky. She got up, and noticed that her wounds were gone. Her Shikakusho was also dry, as if there had been no blood.

Kise looked around. Snow was falling everywhere. "Hello Kiseichou." She spun around, but didn't see anything. And then she saw the eyes. Blue icy ones, standing out in the pure white snow. It was the girl that she had seen before. She was dressed in a pure white kimono, her hair, which reached down a little below her shoulder, was also white, and her skin...was pale as the moon. The only way she stood out were her eyes.

"W - who are you?"

"You don't know me? I'm -------- ."

"What?"

"...You're just the same as your father I see."

"I don't get it! Dammit, just tell me who you are!"

"This is the world of your mind. I - "

"This frozen over place is my mind?"

"Yes. Now, as I was saying, since you are a Shinigami, I reside here. I being your Zanpaku-Tó."

"You're my Zanpaku-Tó? How?"

The girl sighed. Her patience was wearing thin. "Okay, this is what's happening okay? That Vastoorode just kicked your ass! And you're bleeding to death as of right now! Oh yeah, and so's your mom! Those Hollows out there know most of the Shinigamis here and their powers! They've studied them for years. So you're the only one that can help them, seeing as how you are the newest one, without your powers developed. But, the only way you can help now, is to learn my name so you can achieve your Shikai, got that?"

"Yes. But, how do I learn your name?"

This time, she smirked. "Easy. Look deep down within yourself. You'll find my name there. Don't forget, you're screwed if you can't learn it." Kise sweat dropped at this. "And let me tell you this. It's something a wise man told your dad once before actually. Retreat and you will age. Hesitate and you will die. Release all of your fears and smite your enemy."

"Ummm..okay?"

"Just remember it. I'm sure you'll be able to put it into use somehow." Right after that, she suddenly felt the wetness of the blood soaking through through once again, and the pain shooting right back throughout her.

Kise clenched her fists and slowly, but steadily, stood up. The Vastoorode, who was beginning to walk away, stopped dead, and turned around. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. "You're supposed to be dead!"

"No. I'm supposed to kick. Your. Sorry. Ass." She quickly grabbed her Zanpaku-Tó, held it in front of her, and thought. First, of her bleeding mom, who needed medical attention quickly, of her own pain, of the others fighting all around her, and she knew. She knew that she would only have this one shot. And she knew what she needed to say to accomplish it. Forgetting all about her pain, forgetting her fear that she might die, she stepped up and said to the Vastoorode, "Now you face the wrath of my blade - "

TBC...

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