Title: Love and Forgiveness
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Rosario + Vampire; they belong to Akihisa Ikeda and Tite Kubo. I am doing this for my own amusement and I do not gain any profit by doing this... I do gain some good reviews and satisfaction.
Pairings: IchigoxMoka
Rating: M
Author Notes: Just have to say that I'm really glad to be back writing again without much of my work and school work getting in the way. Can't believe it took me two whole months to really start writing again on Eclipse, which never really took me. It's funny that I had chapter 16 wrote a good four days after I posted chapter 15. Why I didn't post it was because I accidently deleted of from my computer, which was dumb as hell on my part. Try to rewrite it as quickly as I could, but work and school got in the way before I even had a chance to rewrite chapter 16. Hope ya understand! Sorry it took so long to post it and hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
Warning: This chapter is going to be extremely long (I hope). I'm going to try and explain as much as I can in this chapter with the Mibu Clan I made Masaki be from, I just hope my readers get and understand what I'm trying to explain. It will lead into the next chapter as well, but not take up most of it, just hope all my readers know where I'm trying to go with this.
Author Notes 2: Last chapter I told every single one of my readers that I will start a full on series with Eclipse, only… I'm kind of at a bit of a lost on where I begin after this one. I wrote out several summaries on each one that I will use next or last, but even with the summaries I have, my mind is still thinking up other plans as well. I've kind of picked the one that I already want to use, but I really don't think it will get enough spice I'm looking for. Eclipse is already a huge hit to me! Bigger then I even thought it was going to get. I want this one to big and exciting to read just like Eclipse is. These are some of the suggestions I kind of have right now…
Naruto: I must say that this is really thinkable of me to do; I think many of my readers would also like me to do a crossover between these two as well. They have over a thousand crossovers with these two, but sadly to say that most of them is about Naruto being the main character and getting all the woman. Amazing fic's I must say, I just really don't like fic's that use woman like that much, even though I was trying to write one like that( but far, far different) in my Destiny Hearts fic. Some of the fic's be having the woman falling for Naruto far too fast, I wanted to let them build hope a real relationship with Ichigo in Destiny Hearts to even think about getting together first. I also kind of know that many of you want a crossover with these two with Ichigo being the main character, a good fic that many can enjoy. This one is really considerable about my planning.
Inuyasha: Very debatable as well! I can fit everything in with this too make both fit well together. I was going to add something into this that has never been done. I also wanted to kind of combined this a bit with my Desire to Protect fic that I kind of left along for some odd reason I cannot explain. From what I remember from Inuyasha, they have many powerful opponents that will be somewhat of a major challenge for Ichigo. Just trying to say that I'm working on this one! Have to see where I really want to go with this one or not.
Code Geass: Very debatable for me to do! I just always wanted to write a crossover between these two for some odd reason that I cannot explain. It would kind of fit perfectly as well with the way I'm picturing Ichigo to act when the Britannian Empire attacks Japan. I have a lot of things plan with this one, one how Ichigo will fuck up both the Britannian's and the Black Knights. I also want to do something with Suzaku, a character I know many of you do not like. I know many of you do not like him at all, but I kind of see what he was going through when he found out his best friend basically killed the only girl he loved. I'm also tired of reading every good fic with Code Geass with Suzaku being bashed harshly, but I don't stop reading them all.
Kingdom Hearts: Already decided that this will be the third in the series. For this, I wanted to remake my Destiny Hearts fic. I should have finished it, but I cannot think of nothing else to what I want to write of it. It will be a great fic! Just like Code Geass one I think I'm planning on writing, I already have a badass story line for this one already in the making and plain out.
Give me what you think on this, or which one you think will be a good one to continue on with the series of Eclipse. I might have it already plan out on what I want, but I wanted to just see what you might think as well. All I have to say now is that I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Summary: Everyone he cared about was gone; all wipe out by two men's fear for him. He swore vengeance; not caring if the world itself was plunged into darkness. It didn't matter to him as long as he found those two that took everything away from him. A man appears, inviting him to a school name Yokai Academy as well as information on who he seeks. He takes this deal, and on his search he finds someone from his past. Dark Ichigo!
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Onto the Story
Eclipse
It couldn't be true!
The woman standing before him just could not be real!
No matter how much this woman before him looked like his mother, he could not let it process in his mind that it was her. Was this some type of sick joke being played on him by Aizen? Or was it just his already messed up mind playing tricks on him? He couldn't tell at all. The orange haired shinigami suddenly snarled in rage, his mind processing that Aizen must have something to do with the woman that had her arms wrapped around him. Something so cruel and evil like this would be right down Aizen's alleyway, using something the person care about to try to make them act on mistakes. Since he had been told about Aizen, one of his soul purposes in battle was to completely break the person/enemy down to the break of madness, using the one think the person care about most in he/she world.
How many times Ichigo had seen that bastard use that same tactic on everyone he fought during the Winter War? The bearing number of lives he destroys was something unbearable to most. The orange haired shinigami snarled a bit in rage, knowing that he, himself, and played right into the bastards hands without on his part whatsoever. He had simple mutilated every single emotion he had, with only a few simple words that send him on a mad streak to defeat him as all cost. During the first part of the war between the Gotei thirteen and Aizen, he felt so angered that he couldn't do anything to even land a hit on the bastard. He had plan everything out even before he himself knew what he was going to do, something that angered him to no end.
He couldn't help it though
Ichigo was so enrage in only killing Aizen for what he did to Orihime, that he did not even seem to think of a reasonable plan to combat the cunning bastard, which he knew was suicide on his part to do. Even though he had beaten everyone that stood in his way that he deem an enemy, he had never really fought anyone as cunning as Aizen was. But even though he knew all this within his mind as he attacked Aizen with everything his body care, reason was not one of the things that was going through his mind at the time. He didn't care though no matter what anyone said to him. The only thing that was fueling him that time so long ago was the pain that bastard had put his friends, comrades, family, and Orihime go through for many months.
Why?
Out of all the individuals he could have chosen to further his plan, why did he have to choose someone as kind hearted as Orihime? Just knowing what he made her go through caused rage to build up in his heart. Someone like Orihime of all people was far too kind to be in any war whatsoever, someone of her nature was too kind to be in anything that involved killing to live. From the beginning since Ichigo found out about Aizen trying to use Karakura to create theŌken (王鍵, King's Key), he had plan to never involve Orihime in any of the battles to come, even though he knew it would hurt her. But he would have pushed that feeling of guilt down without any sort of effort; protecting Orihime and the others at all cost was one of the main things that drove him to do what he needed to do. But because Juha Bach and Aizen, someone like Orihime will never be able to see the light of day, neither the beautiful sight of a full moon.
It's his fault
From the pits of his soul and heart, Ichigo knew he could blame no one else expect himself for his careless mistakes. He should have taken the chance two years ago to completely destroy Aizen from this world, but he had foolishly missed that chance when it was right in his face. Now everyone he cared about was now dead and gone from this world forever, massacred by one of the bastards that he, himself, let live. He foolishly though that Juha Bach or Aizen would take things as far as they did, unleashing their army on a town of humans that had no intake on their revenge. He snarled in disgust, just remembering the words so many of those so called Quinces spoke, saying that they are the true protectors of humans when they go and do something like that without any hesitation.
Again Ichigo felt scorn and hatred fill through his being and desire, his grip on the woman before him tighten considerably. This time he was not going to let either Juha Bach or Aizen get away with trying to control his life, if they thought something like this was going to break him so easily, then both of them were going to be sadly mistaken. Too many peoples lives and revenge for what those two did to him was counting on him, unlike before when he failed them when he had a chance to kill them both, he was going to failed them again. He didn't care what happen to his life or this damn body of his, as long as it lasted after he killed both of them, he didn't care if he passed away right after. He was going to get his revenge no matter what way he got it, no matter who was killed in the process on his way towards it.
A few seconds later from where he was standing, Ichigo completely vanished in a burst of shunpo, reappearing a few feet away with a dark murderous glare on his face. This woman before him looked too much like his mother that for a moment, he actually believes that she was. He shook his head quickly, snarling in anger as he kept his gaze directly on the woman that did not move a single step from where she was standing. He had to focus on that this was nothing but an illusion planted in his mind by Aizen so kind of way, he couldn't let something like this break him from what he was trying to do. The said woman he was just holding looked confused, tilting her head to the side and looking the orange haired shinigami directly in the eyes.
Ichigo could help but shivered a bit, looking into the woman's eyes that stood before him, looked exactly like the look his mother use to give him nine years ago. Even though his mother's murder happened nine years ago, he could still remember every shred of memory he had his family shared with her. He remembered that she was always a cheerful woman no matter what the situation they were in, the light that shines so brightly to anyone that stood near her. She was the only woman he could think of that could handle his dad's antics, no matter how crazy his dad acted with her around. When his mother was around, Karin use to smile and share her feeling at any moment she was giving a chance, not holding them in like she used to, even though it would hurt her to do so.
He shook his head quickly in anger, trying to focus on something else except the past memories of his mother. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't help but remember the way both his mother and father acted around each other. There was a love between the two that anyone could see so clearly, the two knew each other so well from what he could remember. Every time his dad would have a stressful day and he tried to cloud it with his usual act, his mother would see through it clearly and talk to it with him about it. Maybe, just maybe if either Orihime or Rukia was still alive, maybe he could have had something like that.
He snarled a bit again at his foolishness, he could not think of something like that. He was with Moka now, and even though he knew her love was still with that weakling bastard, he still held a great deal of feelings for him. He felt stupid for hurting for something so foolish, but he couldn't help just a moment but remember the times both of them shared together four years ago. Deep down in his heart, he wanted to feel something close to what he parents had. But the path he follow now was not going to lead him towards peace, what he follow was going to lead to destruction and death, and he was going to go through with it without any sort of hesitation.
His thoughts shifted back towards his mother, along with the rage and guilt clouding his eyes. That was another angelic life he had failed to protect, a life that had no reason to be taken away. Even though over the years his friends and family had eased the pain, he still felt that her death was because of him and no one else. The pain increase with what both Juha Bach and Aizne had explain to him, saying that the reason his mother was killed for him to develop and grow into a powerful warrior for both of them. Maybe, just maybe, if he would have never rushed towards that damn hollows trap, then his mother would have never been taken away from this world.
He curse mentally at himself, feeling shame start to burn through his entire being and heart without him being able to control it. Ichigo started to realize that everything that has happen was his fault and no one else, he couldn't sit here and try to blame it on anyone else expect himself. He could have stopped it from happen to both Karakura and Soul Society; he could have somehow save all the souls that were destroy for those two simple acts of revenge. Now because of his foolishness and weakness, every single person that he cared and loved was now gone from his life. He trembled in rage and guilt, without him even noticing that tears start to fall from his eyes.
He took a step forward before falling to his knees, clenching his fist at his side so hard that his palms started to bleed. Without him even noticing it, his reiatsu began to swirl violently around his body. It shifted and hissed loudly, burning the very ground that was around it. The emotions that was clouding everything that drove him was too much for him to handle, causing him to feel self-doubt about himself, blaming something one himself that he knew deep down wasn't his fault. A few seconds later, his head snapped upwards to show that his eyes were burning a complete ruby red. His face was edge into a angered scorn, teeth clench so tightly that his gums started to bleed from the stress.
"AHHAHAHHAAH" The orange haired shinigami roared, letting out every single painful emotion that was tearing his body from the inside out. His mind was telling him that there was no point in killing Juha Bach or Aizen, managing to kill them would no bring back anyone that he had lost. The hellish inferno of reiatsu blasted around him in a shockwave, creating a deep trench surrounding his body. He continues to scream in rage and guilt, not even caring about the woman that stood only a few feet away from him.
Standing just a few feet away from the broken shinigami; Masaki couldn't help but feel sadness and guilt rush through her entire body at the sight before her. Her bright ruby eyes grew dark and deemed both swirling with sadness for the boy that she had created before her. This life… was something that she had never wanted her son to live through, but simple mistake from both sides of the family that he came from as came to hunt him. Karin, Yuzu, and especially Ichigo were only supposed to live simple human lives like they had plan. They were never supposed to be thrown into the spiritual world, both her and Isshin had agreed with one another on this.
She sighed a bit in guilt, taking the time to lift her Tenro from her shoulders and stab the nodachi into the ground beside her. Casting her ruby eyes at the blade for a second, she looked back at a still roaring Ichigo. She step forward and began walking towards him, not even bothered as the dark crimson red reiatsu licked her body and armor, stopping in the trench directly in front on Ichigo. For a second as she looked down upon the boy that was her son, she couldn't help but feel her heart began to break and crumble at the broken looked that was upon his face. Someone so young like this should have never with through what he has gone through, wondering everyday if he was going to come back alive.
It was unavoidable on either of her parts, she knew deep down in her heart that someday her son was going to have to face these problems. Her eyes narrowed a bit in anger, shifting her eyes a bit from the orange haired shinigami before her. These problems were not for him to face, not old grudges of petite revenge from two fools that could not get over the fact that they had lost. Now, because of their foolish mistakes, her son was now reduced to this pitiful state before her. Something that she believes that was her fault, if only had she been able to stop this before she was killed.
She shook her head a bit, dismissing the feeling of self-guilt that her heart was trying to drive through her entire body. Years of combat experience and training to control her emotion had taught her to get them together fairly quickly, something that was drilled into her by the man that taught her everything she knew. Looking down at the still roaring and broken son of hers, her ruby eyes began to shine brightly with anger. Even though she knew he had every right to act this way, this was no way that she wanted him to act at a time like this. There was no time to be blaming you're self for something he could not control, and she was going to drill that into his head no matter how long it took him to understand it.
She shifted back a bit, rearing her clenched right fist back before ramming it directly into Ichigo's right jaw. The sudden explosive strike came to fast for the orange haired shinigami to react to; he felt his entire body rocket across the area at an alarming speed, breaking the ground each time his body came in contact with it. After about a good mile or so, his body finally came to a stop after creating a long trench into the ground. His eyes snapped open in rage, glowing a fierce crimson red as he stared directly at the woman with rage in his eyes. He quickly stood up before vanishing from where he was standing, reappearing on the side of the woman in an instant.
He tried to strike her with a killing blow, but again to fast for him to even try to respond to, he felt another fist slammed into his jaw. This time he twisted his body in midair, slamming his hand into the ground to try and stop himself. The orange haired shinigami gritted his teeth in rage, feeling irritated that he can't even land a simple blow on this fake of his mother that stood before him. Standing up from the second trench his body created, he winced a bit as he could feel his jaw fracture or either broke. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, this woman before him didn't even look like she was even trying.
Those two strike she had struck him felt like she was barley using any of her power, but the blow felt like he was hit with immense force with someone with captain-level spiritual pressure. He couldn't believe how strong this woman that resembles his mother so much was, but it wasn't going to stop him from what he wanted. He was going to find out a way to beat her, and then force every bit of information out of her that she knew of Aizen or Juha Bach. He clenched his right fist around Tenro tightly, his desire for his vengeance coming back full force. He bent low, reading himself to rush towards the woman with the intent to kill, but before he could even move a muscle, he felt a soft firm hand clams itself on his right shoulder.
His suddenly stopped completely in his tracks, his eyes turning murderous as he directly his head to the side to look the woman directly in the eyes. 'How the hell did she do that? There's no possible way that she could slip through my guard so fast without any probably whatsoever?' His eyes widen only a fraction. 'Could she really… be my mother?'
As quickly as that somewhat hopeful thought came to his mind, the orange haired shinigami toss it aside from his mind. No matter how much he wanted to see his mother again, to tell her that everything that happened that day was his fault. That her death should have no be taken away, that it should have been someone like him that did not deserve to live over someone like her. He could not let this fake before him tear him from what he's supposed to do; too many lives depended on him killing those two. He stopped in his track and snarled in rage, looking at the woman as a light chuckle passed through her lips.
"It's driving me crazy really my son," She said in a soft angelic voice that cause the orange haired shinigami to pause. Her voice and the way she talked sounded too much like his mother, his desire to kill her for trying to be like his mother was crumbling with each word she spoke. "I would love to fight you too see how far you have come," her face suddenly set into a cold glare, her eyes glowed darkly as she looked Ichigo dead in his eyes. "But we do not have that much time to do something like that; I have too much to explain to you right now."
Ichigo shook his head fiercely before looking at the woman with a enrage look on his face, snarling at the woman that stood before him. "SHUT THE HELL UP" He roared in rage, "I will not talk to anyone that thinks she's my mother." He swung, aiming Tenro directly to cleave the woman head from her shoulders.
A sad frown edge its way on the woman's face, before her hand shot out to intercept Tenro's path. Just before the legendary blade was about to touch her hand, it slow down before coming to a completely stop. Ichigo eyes widen in astonishment, looking at the blade in his hands with disbelief. Just before the nodachi was about to make contact with the woman's hand, he felt it vibrate a bit in his hands before stopping mere inches away. He looked up at the woman with a hateful glare on his face, but pause a bit as she looked at him with a sinful gaze.
"You cannot hit me with Tenro, Ichi-kun." She said softly, "No matter how many times you try to strike me with it. That nodachi will never injure me," She suddenly looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Because it notices its master before it"
Ichigo gritted his teeth in anger, looking at the woman with rage in his eyes. "This nodachi belong to my damn mother," He growled out. He jumped back a couple of feet, before rushing towards in a roaring rage of anger. "There's no way someone like you could be the master of my mother's blade."
Before Ichigo could even reach the woman, he suddenly felt an explosion of an enormous amount of killer intent surrounding the area around him. He stopped in his tracks, clamping down on himself even before his body began to respond and tell him to run away. He was amazed at the level of the killer intent that surrounded him, it was so thick that someone could practically taste and feel it on the very air itself. Looking forward, he saw that the woman's entire body was covered in a crimson glow, her power surrounding her in a beautiful but deadly glow. Her eyes were glowing brightly with no pupils or iris, just eyes that shown like dark gemstones that lit up the night sky around them.
"Enough" The woman ordered in a commanding tone, looking down at Ichigo like he was nothing but a child. "I have neither time, nor the patience to teach you how to look over your rage." She commanded to him darkly, "You need to toss whatever you think Aizen might have did to make me be here, and look me directly in the eyes."
Ichigo growled at her, but nonetheless listen to what the woman before him was trying to explain for him to do. No matter, this was going to end in the same way his mind had already process it was going to end. There was no way the woman before him was his mother, his mother had been dead for nine years now. He looked her dead in the eyes and froze in shock, his eyes widening as he felt a familiar warm filled through his body. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, there was no other person on this planet that gave off that…
His right hand loosens around Tenro, the legendary blade dropping beside him in a loud clank. He took a step forward before dropping to his knees, his crimson eyes flashing briefly before turning back into their chocolate brown color. "… Mother?" He shuddered out in shock and hope, "Is it really you… mom?"\
Masaki smiled down at him, her killer aura vanishing faster than it had come. "Yes," She said walking towards him. "As I was trying to say before Ichi-kun," She wrapped him in a firm hug. "You have grown into a wonderful man haven't you?"
Ichigo chocked a bit in shock, still not totally believing that the woman hugging him was his mother that died so long ago. He felt weak, foolish, happy, and completely stupid for even daring to strike the woman that had brought him into this world. His whole world began to spin; he couldn't believe that he had tried to kill the woman he had so long to see again. He cursed himself mentally for his stupid mistake, feeling that he had let those two bastards get to him again when he was trying so hard not to do. His head bent down in shame and felt his mother shifted in his arms, her eyes boring into his very soul.
"Look at me Ichi-kun," She told him softly. "As I said before, this is not a time for you to start blaming yourself."
"How can you talk like that to me?" He snapped a bit, closely his eyes in anger and shame. "Your own son just tried to kill you! How can you even look at me right now for what I almost done?" He suddenly felt a soft hand under his shin, lifting his head up to look directly at his mother. Even though he did not show it from what he was seeing, he was completely shock at seeing his mother look at him with a casual dark smirk on her face.
"Don't worry you're self about that Ichi-kun," Masaki said chuckling a bit. "Even if you had tried your hardest to kill me, you would not be able to land a single blow upon me."
Even though he should pissed off about her saying that he couldn't land a single blow on her, for some reason he could tell that she wasn't trying to be funny. The absolute truth in her eyes were both irritating and amazing at the same time, something he knew he couldn't deny about her. This invisible feeling of power that surrounded her reminded him of someone, he just couldn't remember who. From what that bastard Mikogami had told him about his mother, he had always thought the man was telling nothing but lies about her. Just how could the kind and angelic mother he remembered from so long ago, could be a legendary killer from a war two-hundred years ago that these youkai still fear? During that time he could not or wouldn't want to believe it.
But now that he was so close to her, he could feel and see just what that bastard was trying t say, everything he said about is mother was the truth. Even though she had called her killer intent off, Ichigo could still feel it on her skin even now. His mother's entire body was covered in a body of killer intent, even though it wasn't as large as it was before. This angel of death was truly who is mother was, a person that as killed far more than he could ever think she could. But that same smile and kindness he remembered about her was still there, which he couldn't understand a bit after what he was told about her in the was so long ago.
"Just how strong are you mom?" Ichigo knew he sounded like a child that just founded something awesome, but he couldn't help it after finding out that his kind mother was a… badass.
Masaki chuckled at him, looking at her son with an amused expression on her face. She would never thought she would hear Ichigo off all people sound like he use to when he was young, the sound of his voice like that sounded so adorable. She smirk a bit, picking the boy up in her arms and standing him up on his feet. She cased a small smile at him before walking towards her Tenro, picking the blade up from the ground and flashing right in front of Ichigo's fast. Even though she knew he was trying to hide it, Masaki knew that everything she was doing before her son was amazing him at every giving moment.
"Let's just say that I was one of the few people that could match, and beat your father in a straight fight with one another." The orange haired samurai remarked, the smirk on her lips growing bigger as she watched her son's eyes widen a bit.
"What?" Ichigo said in sight confusion, sounding a bit shock even though he wasn't trying to. "You're telling me that the old man never once beat you in a fight?"
Masaki chuckled a bit, the kind smile going over her face that light up a room in Ichigo's opinion. "No," She began, shaking her head in a playful manner. "Your father could beat me as well; he just actually has to use his full power to do so."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes a bit, looking at his mother like she was a bit crazy. "You're saying that the old man only beat you once?" He asked sounding a bit not truthful to what he was hearing.
Masaki shook her head, "Your father beat me more than once Ichi-kun." A thoughtful look crossover her face, "Actually now that I really think about it, I think your father was one of the only ones to fight a beat me several times."
Ichigo chuckled a bit, feeling glad that he could see the way his mother use too act. "The old man must have been strong," He said.
Masaki's face suddenly grew serious, a dark look falling into her eyes she stared the orange haired shinigami directly in the eyes. "You have no idea how powerful me or your father was, Ichi-kun." She spoke dark; memories seem to cloud her eyes before looking back towards her son. "Just like you don't know how powerful the rest of your family was as well."
Ichigo eyes narrowed, "What do you mean by that mom?" He asked.
The serious gaze remanded on the orange haired woman's face, "Since you have Tenro now in your possession." She began, looking him dead in the eyes with a narrowed look. "You have encountered Tenmei Mikogami haven't you?"
Ichigo snorted in dismiss, not wanting to even talk about that crazy bastard. Even though The Headmaster had helped him out a bit with what he wanted, he still could not trust the man fully with everything like he would do his friends and family. It was just something about him that the orange haired shinigami could not trust, like a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that flared each time he talked to him. Ichigo felt like the crazed bastard was still hiding something from him, something important that might just make him kill him where he's standing. He didn't want to kill him just yet, the bastard did give useful information on when he wanted to give it to him, other than the fact he did have a spy network that came with useful benefits as well.
Seeing the look on her sons face, she could help but chuckle a bit. "I see you have a feeling of uneasiness about him," She said. "Don't worry yourself about that, I felt a bit spectacle about him as well."
"That doesn't make since," folding his arms over his chest, he narrowed his eyes a bit towards his mother. "Why, if you didn't trust him fully, would you let him hold onto Tenro for so long after your death?" He asked, still confused on many things that was happening before him. "Why trust someone with something like that, when you don't trust him completely?"
Masaki shook her head at that, "You're mistaken Ichi-kun." She said, "It wasn't me the one that gave Tenro to Mikogami."
Ichigo looked at his mother in confusion, what did she mean she wasn't the one that gave Tenro to him? If it wasn't her then… his eyes suddenly widen a bit. "You're saying that the old man gave your nodachi to him?" He asked, annoyance growing in his voice. "But why would he do that?"
The orange haired female samurai shook her head, a small brief smile playing on her lips. "That's one of the many things that I fell in love with your father, that man of mind is just too damn trusting." The smile on her face widen as she looked at her son. "That little trait is something you got from him as well, just not as much."
Ichigo snorted at that, tossing his head to the side with an annoyed expression on his face. "I am not too trusting," He said, a bit tick that he sounded so childish.
Masaki giggled, "I see you're a little mad." She taunted in a cute motherly way, "Nothing's wrong with that."
"MOM!" Ichigo shouted, glaring at the woman before him. "I seriously wish you would stopped that" Inside, he was a bit happy with himself that he was finally able to spend a bit of time with his mom, along with having a trait that resembles his old man.
She waves him off, a playful smirk crossing over her face. "No need to get so angry Ichi-kun," She said. "I'm just bit glad and proud that you grew up to remind me of your father and so many others."
"So many others?" He asked, before shaking his head. "Never mind that, can you just tell me why the old man would give Tenro to Mikogami?"
"Do not worry you're self over that Ichi-kun," She began. "Even though I don't trust him as much as I should, he is still a man that you can trust to help you on what you must do?"
Ichigo snarled a bit, looking his mother dead in the eyes with a dark look in his eyes. "He will have to do a lot more for me to trust him," He snorted. "He better pray that he doesn't do anything that will harm the few thinks that I care about," His eyes glowed a bit. "Or I will kill him without hesitation."
Masaki nodded at his answer, her own dark ruby eyes glowing darkly. "Wise choice my son," She commanded towards him.
The sound coming from his mother's mouth just didn't feel right to him a bit, he thought of all people that she would be the most disappointed with him. For his stupid mistakes, the family that she created was all but dead and gone from this world. The orange haired shinigami thought, if they ever did meet each other again, that his mother would curse him for his mistakes and blame him. When she was alive nine years ago, she had always told him that he was the only one that could protect their family if she was ever to leave. At that age, he thought she was just playing and trying to make him feel better, during those times he just didn't know how serious she was at the time.
The orange haired shinigami eyes deem a bit, feeling the shame build again in his heart. "I thought of all people you would be most shame of me," He said scornful to himself. "I broke the promise we shared so long ago mom, I couldn't protect are family no matter how hard I tried."
Masaki's eyes widened in disbelief at what she just heard, looking at her son like the breath had been knocked out her lungs. A second later, her eyes began to glow bright along with a snarl passing quickly between her lips. A second later she vanished from where she was standing and before Ichigo knew it, he felt another savage right hook slamming across his face. It wasn't a powerful as the other's he was hit with, but the sudden blow did drop him to his knees in pain. He coughed a bit in pain before looking his mother in the eyes, seeing her looking down at him with a dark look in her beautiful eyes.
"Don't you dare fucking say something like that again Ichi-kun" She growled out in anger. She took a moment to pick Ichigo up, before glaring at him. "Everything that as happen is not your fault Ichigo, the blame for this could not be bearing onto you like this."
Wiping the trail of blood from his lip, the orange haired shinigami glared back at his mother with shameful anger in his eyes. "How can I not blame myself for this?" He snapped at her in anger. "I swore to every last one of them, to myself, that I would protect them with everything I have." He closed his eyes in shame, "But I failed them all."
He felt shame well in his heart, the feeling of something like this that he was not use to feeling. He had sworn to himself a long time ago that he would protect everyone that he cared about, no matter what happens to him in a process. But when the moment truly came to test that vow he made, he failed all of them in a single fell swoop. How can he tell that bastard Tsukune how to be a man when he himself could not even protect the ones he cared about? He felt stupid for even saying something like that. He suddenly felt a hand under his chin, lifting his head up to stare directly in soft ruby eyes.
"What happen in Karakura and Soul Society was not your fault Ichigo," His mother said to him. "No matter how hard you try, you must know that mistakes and things you cannot control will happen."
"It's not fair though mom"
Masaki chuckled, "I know." She clamps a hand on the right side of his cheek, "Just know that your father, nor I, your teachers, or your grandfather blame you for what happen."
Ichigo nodded slowly, but quickly looked at his mother with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean my grandfather?" He asked.
Masaki smirked, taking a step back and walking to where she was standing before. "It's funny that you didn't figure this out before Ichi-kun." She said in a playful taunting voice
Ichigo eyes twitched, "Can you please just tell me who the hell my grandfather was?" He asked, a bit annoyed at his mother consistent playing around.
The smirk grew on the orange haired samurai's face, causing a bit of bad feeling to be welding up in the pits of Ichigo stomach. "This may come at a bit of a shock to you, but Isshin's dad and your grandfather was none other than Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto himself." She announced, the smirk on her face growing.
The orange haired shinigami eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at his mother, he couldn't seem to process the words that was just spoken to him. "…What?" He shuddered out, still beyond shocked. "But how can that be possible?"
Masaki looked confused, tilting her head to the side in a confused manner. "What do you mean Ichi-kun?" She asked before her face brightens, "Oh I know. I tell you then!" Ichigo still looked shocked and beyond confused. "When a man and a women fall in love…"
"I DON NOT MEAN THAT!" Ichigo roared, face filled with nothing but annoyance.
The orange haired samurai giggled a bit, "I know. Just wanted to play a bit of a joke on you son," She said. "But, what do you mean by that you do not understand."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes, "Jii-san being the old man's father shouldn't be possible." He snapped a bit, "Jii-san is over two-thousands years old. How can the old man be his son?"
Masaki looked at him with a serious expression on his face, "Just how old do you think your father is Ichi-kun?" She asked him.
"I don't know," Ichigo said a bit confused. "I would say a least a good four-hundred years old or more."
Masaki smirked, "Your close Ichi-kun." She held up her five fingers towards him, "Add about a good five-hundred more years then you will be right."
"What?" Ichigo asked in annoyance and shocked. "Just how can my old man be that damn old? There's no way he can be nine-hundred years old." He snapped a bit, "And just how old are you mom?"
The orange haired samurai gave a thoughtful look, "Six or was it seven-hundred." She chuckled a bit, "I think I kind of lost count."
Again the orange haired shinigami couldn't do anything but twitch his eyes in annoyance, this playful side of his mother was something of an annoyance sometimes. Even though he didn't show it clearly on his face, inside he was clearing shock to know that old man Yamamoto was his grandfather no less. Something like that still seem to impossible for him to understand, the strongest shinigami to ever grace the Soul Society was none other than is grandfather no less. But, if he was the old man's grandson, then why when he first came to the Soul Society that he tried to kill him? That didn't seem to make since to him. He narrowed his eyes a bit in irritation, casing his gaze back towards his mother who now had a serious expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," Ichigo began, voice filled with nothing but distain. "But I still don't get how Jii-san of all people can be my grandfather."
Masaki looked confused for a moment, "What do you mean?" She asked.
Ichigo narrowed his eyes even further at that, "When I first went to the Soul Society to rescue a friend of mine name Rukia." He explained, "It was Jii-san the one that order for the Taicho's to eliminate my friends and me on sight."
A slight chuckled passed through the orange haired woman's mouth; her ruby red eyes were glowing with understanding. "You must understand Ichi-kun that he has been the Sotaicho for the Gotei 13 for many centuries." She narrowed her eyes a bit, "That man takes everything to the Soul Society as a very serious threat."
Ichigo nodded a bit, understanding just a bit of what is mother was trying to say to him. "Don't you think because I'm his grandson," he said bit sarcasm in his voice. "That he should have held off a bit?"
Masaki smirked at that, a dark glint flowing into her eyes. "And why should he?" She asked. "Fighting many captain's and Lieutenants gave you the ability to adapt to battle more quickly, giving you the edge to fight opponent that had nothing but a desire to kill you." He eyes seems to glow a bit at that, "Passing up a challenge like that is not in your blood Ichi-kun. Your entire body is made for you to fight anything that comes in your way, if though you try to hide it as best as you can, you love the feeling a battle just as much as we use to."
Ichigo nodded at that, he knew that was something he could not hide no matter how much he wanted to before. The simple fact was that he loved fighting more than anyone of his friends; he knew that simple fact after it was bashed into his head with his fight with Grimmjow. When he, Chad, and Uryu traveled to Hueco Mundo to rescue Orihime from that bastard's hand, he had an opportunity to get Orihime and himself out of there, but he didn't take it. The orange haired shinigami stayed there a fought with everything his body and soul had, and deep inside the pits of his soul during the moment of that time, he knew he was enjoying every second of it. The feeling of know that you were fighting to protect and see which one of you were stronger, was a feeling that Ichigo himself loved no matter how much he tried to deny it.
"But what I really don't get is how?" The orange haired shinigami asked, narrowing his eyes a bit. "From what I was told a bit, the old man came from one of the noble clans of Soul Society. Didn't if Jii-san had a son with anyone, telling how strong he was, don't you think anyone else would have knew about this?
Masaki nodded a bit, a small frown on her face. "Yes, that might have been the cause if that might have been the situation." She told him
The orange haired shinigami's eyes widen even further at that, "What are you trying to say?" He asked her.
"Yamamoto kept most of the information about your father and his wife a secret back then," The orange haired samurai said, traces of coldness starting to crack in her voice. "Knowing who he was, Genryusai didn't want any of his enemies to try and get a whole of any of them." She smiled a bit, "you're father's mother, Amami was praise by many for being the only woman to ever be able to calm Genryusai down unlike others who have tried."
Ichigo nodded a bit, understanding just a bit what he was hearing. "So everything Jii-san did was to protect his family?" He nodded in understanding.
Masaki smiled a bit, seeing the look of understanding on her sons face. "I see you understand just a bit about what you are." She explained
Ichigo nodded, but seem to not fully be understanding what his mother was talking about. "I get what you're saying about me loving to fight, that is something that I been figured out about myself." He narrowed his eyes a bit with a serious expression on his face. "But what I don't get is what you mean about my blood? I know I have shinigami blood flowing through me from the old man, but" He pointed a finger at his mother. "But I still don't fully understand this Mibu blood from you mom"
Masaki nodded, quickly turning and looking at the blood moon that was glowing brightly in the sky over them. "I see," She started. "Mikogami told you just a bit of my clan, along with what happen over two-hundred years ago."
Ichigo narrowed his eyes a bit, tensing himself up a bit on how the way his mother was acting all of a sudden. The orange haired samurai before him was suddenly acting far more serious then she was before, along with the killer intent that seems to always surround her body seem to increase as well.
"Yes, the bastard of a Headmaster did tell me a bit about your clan mom." The orange haired shinigami said briefly, "Wasn't much that he told me about. He said that I needed to find the truth about what happen to your clan along with your death as well." He growled out a bit
Masaki chuckled a bit, "It seems that he figured it out as well." She said a bit, before turning back towards her son.
Ichigo looked confused a bit, "What do you mean he figured it out?" He asked. His mother said nothing, the only think she did as an answer was point directly at Tenro. Following her gaze towards the ground, Ichigo picked up the nodachi and stared at it for a second. "What does Tenro have to do with this?" He asked her, looking back up towards his mother.
"It has everything to do with what I'm about to tell you actually," Masaki started. "Nine years ago, just couple of months before I was killed. I transferred the last bit of my powers into Tenro, just for this moment where I can speak to you."
Ichigo eyes narrowed at that, feeling anger fueling through his heart. "Why the hell would you do that?" He snapped. "If you would have kept that last bit of the power you had, you could have somehow beat that bastard hollow that killed you."
Masaki shook her head at that, "You're not looking further into this Ichi-kun." She said, narrowing her eyes with a serious look in them. "Do you think that a mere Hollow of that level, would be able to kill me?"
Why every time he asked someone about that now, they gave him the same line that he would never figure out? He was seriously pissing him off to know end. Even though the death of his mother was so long ago, he could still remember clearly on what happen that day. The rain that was falling that day when they were walking from the Dojo he use to practice at, along with him spotting that damn thing he thought was a little girl. He rushed towards her to try a pull that thing from falling into the water and before he knew it, he was in completely darkness before waking up seeing his mother dead. His eyes suddenly widen, snapping his head in his mother direction.
"You only remember what happen from the beginning and from you waking up Ichi-kun," Masaki explained. "You do not know what happen during the time you were knocked unconscious."
Ichigo felt a jab at his pride at that, knowing through a time that his mother truly needed him, that he was knocked unconscious like a damn weakling. He gritted his teeth in anger, hating the feeling of being weak when he knew he had a chance to protect someone he truly cared about more than anything. "What happened?" He asked through growing anger.
Masaki narrowed her eyes a bit, feeling the anger that was rising off of the orange haired shinigami before her. "Stop you're self-right now Ichi-kun," She commanded. "I do not want you blaming yourself for something that was never your fault"
"But how was it not?" He snapped at her, his own eyes starting to bleed red without him noticing it. "If I would have just listen to you and stopped, then maybe you would still have been here."
The orange haired samurai shook her head, "No I wouldn't have." She told him, "There was no way to stop it from happening Ichigo. I knew it was a matter of time before that cowardly bastard made is move to try and kill me."
"What are you talking about?" Ichigo asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who are you talking about that manage to kill you?"
"Juha Bach" Was the only name he receive as an answer
Ichigo's widen a second at that, just before they narrowed in a huge amount of hatred at what he just heard. It wouldn't but it passed that would be Quincy bastard, attacking someone when the least expect was one of his favorite tactics. He looked up at his mother with narrowed his, feeling his hatred for that man start to boil over farther then he wants right now. "But how could that bastard manage to kill you?" He asked darkly. "From what that bastard Mikogami told me, you were one of the most feared during the war two-hundred years ago."
His mother sighed a bit, closer her eyes for a moment before reopening them. "I was, just like many other during that time." She explained, "If I was still like I was during the war, I might have been able to beat him or draw him away long enough for me to escape with you." Again another sighed passed through her lips, "But I lost most of my power before that."
"Lost most of your power?" The orange haired shinigami asked. "How can you lose your power that was yours? That just doesn't make since to me mom."
"It's not that I lost my power Ichi-kun," She said, "It's that I intentionally gave it away to you."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed even further at that, a shameful feeling coursing through his vein that it was his fault that his mother was killed. "Why would you do something like that?" He asked. "I have no desire to have your power as long as it met you stayed with us." He cased his gaze away from her, his eyes still scorn with shame and hate. "Were you ashamed of us? Or was it that you were ashamed of me that I will always remain a weak fool?"
Masaki narrowed her eyes, a twisted angered look crossing over her face. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN" She snapped at him in rage. "I was proud to have a family like what me and your father created, don't you ever let it cross through your mind that I was ashamed of you or the others."
"But why though?" He asked her. "Why would you intentionally give up your power to me?"
Masaki sighed a bit, casing her gaze back towards the blood red moon in the sky. "I wanted you to be ready," She answered him truthfully. "The mistakes that were made during the Great War, I knew they were eventually going to fall upon you." She gazed at her son with a shame look in her eyes, "I never really wanted this life for you Ichi-kun."
"I know that mom," The orange haired shinigami laughed a bit. "But please tell me why you did all this, tell me why I had to find your blade in the hands of that bastard Mikogami, when you could have given it to me yourself?" He asked before flaring his arms out a bit. "And this place and you, how are you standing before me alive?"
Masaki smiled at that, "I can explain that for you." She suddenly held Tenro across her body, looking at the blade with a casual smirk on her face. "Do you know that ever zanpakuto as an inner world where the wielder can learn its name along with train with that said zanpakuto?" at her sons nod, she continues. "Well the special thing about Tenro is that is as its own inner world, just like the other four blades forged by Muramasa."
"Four others?" Ichigo asked in confusion." I thought there were only three left of those blades that this Muramasa forged."
Masaki smirked, "He only knows of four of them." She narrowed her eyes a bit, "The fifth a finally blade was locked away and seal by me."
The orange haired shinigami narrowed his eyes at that, "Why would you seal the last blade for?" He asked. "Is it curse or something?"
Masaki nodded, "In a way that blade is the only one too gives whoever tries' to wield it a gruesome death." She explained, "It was given to me by my master, who before me, use it in battle."
"But why did you seal it away?" The orange haired shinigami asked. "What's wrong with that blade that you had to seal it away?"
Masaki sighed a bit, tossing her hand to the side in a dismissive manner. "Don't worry about it Ichi-kun," She told him with a soft touch in her voice. "That blade is in no means something you need to worry about right now." She twisted fast, flashing before Ichigo before he was even able to react. "The only thing you need to do is worry about trying to except Tenro as your own blade, just like you do with your zanpakuto Zangetsu."
Ichigo cursed a bit. Moving back a bit with a impassive look on his face. His mother looked at him in confusion, giving him the same look she would give when she didn't understand the way he was acting so suddenly. "I can't do that mom"
"And why is that?" She asked him softly.
"I have already connected with a blade far more than most shinigami have with their zanpakuto," He answered her with a serious dark look on his face. "I just can't bond with another blade like I have with Zangetsu, bonding to another like that would mean an insult to my zanpakuto, to my soul as well."
Masaki through her head back and laughed loudly, gaining a confused look from the orange haired shinigami that was standing before her. Ichigo couldn't understand why is mother was laughing at, he thought that after he had explain it to her about the bond he had with Zangetsu, that she would at least understand. He never thought for a second she would laugh at it, which was kind of annoying him to know end. The bond he had with Zangetsu was something he was proud of, it was his pride as well to know that someone for his age was able to do what most shinigami could not do with their zanpakuto.
"What are you laughing at mom?" He asked her, annoyance clearly dripping off of his voice.
His mother's laugher slowed down to slight chuckles just before she raised her hand to her left side, rolling the hair that covered the left side of her face. "You're just like your father a bit through and through," She complimented a bit with a soft smile on her face.
"What do you mean by that?" Ichigo asked still annoyed.
"Maybe I should explain first before I jumped to something you may not get." Masaki said with another soft chuckle. She took a few steps back a bit from her son, the soft look in her eyes changing to a serious, almost murderous gaze. "What as Mikogami told you about the Great War?"
Ichigo was confused on this, but answered her anyway. "He only told me a bit about what happen during those times," He told her. "What does that war have to do with Tenro?"
"Everything"
"What are you trying to say mom?" Ichigo said, narrowing his eyes at her.
Masaki sighed, "This is one of the reasons on why I called you here." She answered him, "You must know what happen so long ago so you will be able to understand what you truly must do now." She started to explain, her ruby red eyes starting to glow with each word she spoke. "Learning about the mistakes of your family, along with this every lasting hatred that flows through this world we live in will give you the understanding on how to control your own my son."
"I kind of get what you're saying mom," Ichigo said. "But never mind all that, I really don't want to know about a war that didn't evolve anything that as to do with right now." He narrowed his eyes at her, "What I want to know most about is why Mikogami said that the Mibu clan was wiped out."
Masaki nodded, "I will explain that as well Ichi-kun. But you must know what happen during the Great War to know why the Mibu Clan was wiped out." She told him
Ichigo nodded, if that was the only way for him to get the answer he wanted then he will just have to go through it. It was interested himself about this war, most of those sad friends of Moka knew just a bit of that War that happen long ago. Giving that his mother was one of the main focuses in that war, he could learn the truth on why it started and everything. Ichigo nodded, giving his mother the signal that he would listen to her.
Masaki sighed a bit before gaining the serious look back on her face. "Two-hundred years ago the world was a constant battle felid of death and destruction." She began to explain, "All that matter to everyone that live during that time was to be become one of the most feared, along with becoming the most powerful. The Mibu and Quincy were two of the constant clans that stayed fighting one another, with the Mibu always coming out on top." She shook her head a bit, "Did Mikogami tell you that it was the Quincy and Mibu the only ones that were fighting?"
Ichigo nodded, "He told me that the two clans always wanted to see who were the strongest out of one another. But do to the Mibu clan always coming out on top during every battle; the Quincy grew an extreme hatred towards the Mibu."
Masaki nodded, "You're about half right with that."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean only have right?" He asked. "Do you mean that bastard told me was nothing but lies?"
Masaki shook her head, "No. What he told you was nothing but the truth, but he kept out one detail that he did not want to tell you." She smirked a bit, "Even though he does look like one, Mikogami is very prideful of himself at being a youkai."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Ichigo all but snapped.
'Two-hundred years ago, "She began with a serious expression on her face. "He probably told you that the Quincy were the only ones that were almost completely wiped out."
Ichigo nodded, "Yes. He told me that the Youkai were also driven into hiding by Soul Society and the Mibu," He told her.
"No," She answered him. "It's true that Youkai were driven into hiding, but he did not tell you that they also suffered the same fate as the Quincy, just to a lesser extent."
Ichigo eyes widen at that, "What?"
Yokai Academy…
The bluish white light that surrounded them slowly started to fade away, leaving Tsukune and the others in what looked like a large training area. Both Moka's looked around trying to find where Ichigo's was, the worry about what they saw just moment ago was still twisting a bit in their heart. They knew that they had no right to worry about him with what they were putting him through, but that feeling of uncontrolled love that felt for him was making them worry about him. Neither of them try's pushing it away, allowing it to control them just so they could see if Ichigo was alright. Their mind continue to tell them that this was nothing but fragments of memories of Ichigo's passed experiences, but seeing him hurt was causing pain to tear through both of them.
From what they had seen so far from the orange haired shinigami's memories, a lot of things have been happening to him in his life even without her being there with him. Becoming a shinigami to protect his friends must have been one of the hardest choices in his life; both Moka's knew they couldn't understand an ounce of what he was feeling during that time. Seeing his family being attack and almost killed, along with knowing that it was all is fault must have been driving him close to insane. Someone like Ichigo who's who life is to protect what is close to him, can't see his friends or family be hurt so bad like that. Both winced a bit, knowing that if they would have found a way to stay with him, she may have been able to help him get through something like this.
The shame of that day started too welled up heavily on them, especially outer Moka since she was the one in control of their body that day. She felt weak and stupid for easily being manipulated by her father like that, maybe if she actually tried to be stronger willed that they, then maybe none of these doubt and hate would be flowing through Ichigo's mind about her. She couldn't blame anyone else expect herself from what happen that day, but she had no choice on the decision she had chosen that day. If she would have chosen not to go with her father and mother, she held no doubt in her mind that he would have killed Kumiko without any hesitation. It broke her to do it, but she knew if Ichigo was in the same position as her, or any mother at that fact, they would have chosen what they thought would make sure their child was safe.
That day was never supposed to happen that way, after she agree to go with her parents, she was supposed to leave without telling Ichigo anything. But a foolish mistake on her part forgetting that Ichigo was coming over to spend time with her cost her dearly, something that she wished she can go back and do over again. That was only a silly dream that anyone would want to do to fix their mistakes, but the cruel truth was that she would never be able to do something like that. A sick look crosses over the pink haired vampire face as she continues walking with the others, trying to locate where the orange haired shinigami was. Who was she to talk on changing what happen four years ago, she could have stopped it if she would have just interfered on her parents beating Ichigo half to death.
But she didn't…
She had heard his roars of rage; she had heard him trying to explain to her parents on why they were suddenly attack him without him doing anything. But because she was too fucking weak to try and help the man she says she loved with all her heart, she turn her head away from him without any sort of looking back at trying to help him. Then to her disgust at going home after what happen with Ichigo, she even had the nerve to go home and cry. A suddenly feeling of overwhelming shame washed over her even before she knew it, she was coming to a dreadful fact that she did not deserve to be around or even love someone like the orange haired shinigami. She had left him when he had truly needed her by his side, but she had toss that moment away being scared of her father who now she kind of realized didn't even deserved that title anymore.
What kind of father was he too asked his daughter to do something like that? Making her chose of two things she loved more than anything in this world? She frowns mentally in disgust at that. For as long as she could remember, the pink haired vampire had always tried to say to herself that why her father did what he did was too protect her. That his hatred for the humans had driven him to do what he had done, thinking that Ichigo was just another human that would take the chance to hurt her. But after finding out the truth that it was just jealously from losing to Ichigo's father, she was seriously beginning to doubt that he was doing anything that day to protect her. The further the pink haired vampire thought about it, the more she began to realize that something like that would be done by her father without question.
For centuries, the Shuzen family had always be the most feared and strongest vampire clan in the Youkai realm. The Shuzen's family was the pride of the vampire race, and being the head of the Shuzen family was nothing of absolute pride for anyone that obtains that stature. Losing to someone else that wasn't a vampire must have struck her father deeper than anything she thought he could feel, and knowing that he could do nothing about it must have turn it into rage and hatred. Hearing that the man's son that beaten him had impregnate is daughter must have sent him over the edge, driving him to do anything to extract revenge. A hardened scorn looked crossed over outer Moka's face, feeling ashamed and hate feel through her system knowing what her own father would do.
She was suddenly starting to realize that this man that she called father really didn't care about her, that he was only looking out for himself and his clan's name. To him, her and her sisters were nothing but breeding tools to be used to make sure the Shuzen's names be continued long after he dies. That simply fact cause a wave of sadness course through her heart, she shook her head mentally to get rid of that thought. The pink haired vampire just maybe thought that she was looking at things the wrong way, that maybe her father truly did love her like he was supposed to. Just maybe everything he did four years ago that cause her pain was an act of love, something that probably hurt him to do more then she realized.
Her father was someone of many things, which she herself did not know of that much about. He hides his emotions better than anyone she had seen, so maybe what she thought about him was taking things just a bit too far on her part. She suddenly twitched a bit when she felt a hand grace over her right shoulder, looking behind her quickly; she saw her inner self looking at her with a small bit of concern on her face.
'Are you alright Omote?' Inner Moka asked a small bit of concern trace in every word, 'You seem to be lost in thought about something.'
Omote shook her head, tossing what she was thinking aside and smiling timely at her inner self. 'It's nothing really to worry you're self about Ura-chan' She said with a slight sad look in her eyes. 'I just have a lot of things on my mind that I'm trying to face, but I really just don't know how to face them without hurting anyone that I love.'
Ura-chan nodded her head at the pink haired before her, but frowns as her gaze hardened. 'Don't forget that we share the same mind, body, and soul.' She began with a cold look growing on her face, 'I know what you're thinking even before you do.'
Omote nodded, the sad frown growing ever so much on her face. 'You just told me moments ago that I should choose what we truly want,' she chocked a bit. 'But I don't want to choose something that will hurt anyone Ura-chan.'
Inner Moka through her hand in a dismissing manner, turning around and facing the direction the others were looking towards. 'We will worry and face those problems together Omote,' She said clenching her right fist at her side. 'Let's just focus on Ichigo's memories right now, maybe after we seen everything he has gone through, then maybe both of will come out with a answer that we will never look back on.'
Wiping the tears that fell from her eyes; the pick haired vampire smiled a bit at her inner self. 'I can't lie to myself and say that I will,' she began with a determined look growing across her face. 'But I will try with everything I have.'
The sliver haired vampire nodded, turning her gaze back towards the group and what was happening before her. Even though she didn't want to, her thoughts began to drift to what she had been seeing inside of the orange haired shinigami memories. After she had left that day with her parents and leaving Ichigo broken and defeated, she had thought that he would go back to his simple life that he had been having before he had even met her. But she didn't know how wrong she was about that, after only a year of her absent did Ichigo meet someone else that through him into a world that he barely knew about. From the few memories that she had saw, that woman name Rukia and Ichigo and grown a strong bond together with one another that was so obvious to see.
Jealously
She shut her eyes tightly and scowled in disgust, from what happen between the two four years ago, the sliver haired vampire knew she had no right to feel jealous about Ichigo moving on from her. This was her fault more than anyone else, if she would have force her way through the seal instead of sitting back like a coward, then maybe none of this would have happen. She would have not been sitting here feeling this jealous feeling that she knew she had no right to feel, it was beginning to make her feel more disgusted with herself the more she thought about it. Inner Moka knew she had to stop feeling jealous about something that's only happening in Ichigo's memories. It was cruel to say it, but she had to remind herself that there was no reason for her to feel jealous about anything.
But how
The few memories she had seen flowing through Ichigo minds was something that she didn't know she could handle, some of these memories where causing her more pain along with anger. She had watch as Ichigo went against the Hollow he believed killed his mother, fighting through anything the beast through at him to extract his revenge. The sliver haired vampire thought that she should be there to support him, helping him through something through it like she knew he would do for her. But through the sliver haired vampire shame and anger, she had to stand and watch as another woman supported and held Ichigo in his time of need. The feeling of watching another woman hold her mate was something she thought she would never be able to handle, but somehow knowing what she put him through, she mange to swallow her pride and watch.
A shameful shiver ran up her spine, causing the sliver haired vampire to turn her head to the side in sadness. Inner Moka felt nothing but stupid and pitiful for feeling like this, she had no reason to feel this way after what he was putting through even now. Three weeks ago during that argument she had went Ichigo, she had confess what she was feeling for him. During that time and moment, everything that came out of her mouth to him was nothing but the truth. She loved Ichigo so much that she really didn't know what to do with herself, that the only moment that she was truly happy with herself was when he was by her side.
She scoffed a bit, feeling the shame and disgust she was feeling towards herself come back at full force to her heart and soul. Even though most of the things she had said that day were coming straight from her heart, most of what she said wasn't true to the fact of her soul. She just didn't want to face that problem during that time, all she was worried about was making sure that Ichigo stayed by herself. Maybe if she would have clear everything with Tsukune and tell him that she only loved Ichigo, and then maybe none of this pain she was feeling right now would be here. But she avoided it all together, tossing it aside and believe deep down that she would never have to truly face that problem that was growing every day with each passing minute.
How wrong was she during that time to do something like that? And because of her foolish mistake, two of the most important people in her life were hurting because of it. She was leading Tsukune on, giving him false hope that if he tried hard enough that he would choose to be with him. Maybe, just maybe if she would have never cross paths with Ichigo again in this life, she knew for a fact that she would have spent the rest of her life with him. Other than Ichigo and a few friends she knew from Karakura, he was one the only humans she knew that truly cared for her. She could lead him on anymore like this; she had to somehow make him see that she would never leave Ichigo like she did four years ago.
Her mind seem to drift a bit towards the orange haired shinigami that carried a huge piece of her heart with him, wondering just how he felt about everything that was happening between them. She suddenly scoffed a bit and folded her arms under her breast, scowling herself at asking such a foolish question. She should already know what Ichigo was feeling, even though he hide what he was feeling with her still loving Tsukune. The feeling of betrayal and anger was clearly flowing around him every time she's around him, and knowing this cause a sadden frown to edge its way on her face. He wasn't supposed to be feeling something like this from a woman that said she loved him; the only feeling that he was supposed to feel from her was that her heart only belongs to him.
The memories were something that proves that she did not deserve him, that this woman Rukia and Orihime deserved him far more than she did. Just not too long ago, she had watch Ichigo drag himself towards Rukia even though he was closing in on his death. With each drag it took closer towards the woman caused a stab of pain and guilt to run through her system, seeing the feeling of a sort of love and protection running through Ichigo's eyes. It was far too similar to the way she had left Ichigo four years ago, but at least Rukia looked back and explain why she had did what she did to him. She didn't want Ichigo following her into Soul Society; the black haired woman did not want to bear the burden of knowing that she had sent him to his death.
But Ichigo didn't seem to care about nothing the black haired woman said to him, he was going to save her no matter what pain he went through to do it. It was so similar to what Ichigo use to do for her four years ago, the fierce protection of wanting to protect something you care for was one of the things that characterized who Kurosaki Ichigo was. She closed her eyes a bit, not trying to let anyone else see the pain that she was going through right now. Inner Moka didn't thing she could come close to what she had seen from Rukia, giving up her life just so Ichigo would have to go through anymore type of pain. She knew she would give up her life to protect Ichigo, but by doing a sacrifice like that, would he think she's just doing it to make him forgive her from four years ago? Again she didn't know what the answer was to that.
Or maybe she just didn't want to know the answer? Knowing the truth about what Ichigo might think of her just might break her entire heart along with soul. Before she had met Ichigo; these feeling were something that was lost to someone like her. Living back with her family in the Shuzen manner, she wasn't use to feeling love like this. The only person that came close to showing her what love really met was her mother, along with her older sister Akua Shuzen. When she had first met Ichigo, he had protect her from humans when he didn't really have to, saying that he couldn't just stand around while a bunch of idiots attack a defenseless girl.
Four years ago during the time they had spent together, the orange haired shinigami had truly loved her like no other person did in her family. He had told her before that he would do anything in his power to protect her, but she had betrayed that trust when she had falling so easily to her father's trap. She cursed herself mentally at that, feeling stupid for doing something like that. The sliver haired vampire knew they both she have tried harder, but she like her outer self, she had stayed quiet and listen to everything her father had said. That day was her greatest shame, along with losing one of the most important people in her life.
She shook her head a bit, tossing those thoughts aside that were hurting her more then she wanted them to. She narrowed her eyes a bit, turning her gaze towards the memories that were happen before her about the past experience that Ichigo went through after she left him. She winced a bit at that, feeling the pain in her heart increase at just saying it. Drifting off a bit, she wondered what would have happen if she would have made the decision to stay with Ichigo, even though both of them could have ended up dead by her father. A small smile grace her face at that, even though their lives might be endanger at every point they went through, she knew for a fact that those moment's would have been better then now.
A small chuckled passed through the lips of the sliver haired vampire, catching the attention of the brown haired teen that was standing beside her. "Are you alright Moka-san?" Tsukune asked her in worry.
The sliver haired vampire didn't answer him, focusing her attention on everything that was happening before her. She wasn't going to allow herself to turn around to face him, to look directly into his worried brown eyes that might break her resolve. She had come to the simple fact that she wanted to stay with Ichigo and no one else, not because of Kumiko, but for herself and no one else. Inner Moka wanted to feel that undying love she had felt four years ago, that no matter what they went through, that they was always going to love each other. But she had broken that by going went her parents and not trying to help Ichigo when he needed her the most, she had to make things right with him again.
By doing this thing with Tsukune, she knew she was never going to be able to fins that love she wanted so bad again. Ichigo had already proven to her four years ago that he wanted no one else expect her, but because of her stupid foolishness at being so damn weak, she had given up the thing that she had wanted more than anything. Since she had met Tsukune almost two years ago, that feeling of loneliness she had been feeling was slowly falling out of her heart. But no matter how much she tired with the brown haired teen, that feeling of love could not measure up to what Ichigo had giving her those three years. The sliver haired vampire wanted that feeling back so badly and now her mind had finally come to the fact that she was going to do anything to get it back.
It hurts…
Both Moka's eyes widen, knowing instantly who that hurt and almost dead chocked out voice sounded from. Fear started to rush up their system, filling them with a scene of dread that neither vampire could think they could hold out to. That broken, almost dead voice sounded exactly like four years ago when they had left Ichigo dead. Just minutes or hours ago, both had to relive the biggest mistake they had made in their lives. Watching as their parents' rain down blows that not once did they try to help him with, each blow slamming a large whole into their chest.
It hurts…
They both winced, both their land hand flying instantly towards their heart, closing their eyes and trying desperately to block out the painful voice. The pink haired vampire stepped back a bit, losing all her will with each step she took; going through this moment was something that she did not want to go through. Not even realizing where she was going, she made a mistake and back up into the brown haired teen behind her. She gasped a bit, her green his widen in alarm, her head wiped to her side and looked Tsukune dead in the eyes. Outer Moka couldn't help but paused for a moment, looking into the eyes of the boy that change her live just like the orange haired shinigami did as well.
The longer she stared into his brown eyes, the faster she could feel herself feeling pain began to crawl back into her heart. But unlike most of the time where her pain and shame was direct towards what she had done to Ichigo, this new pain was now being directed towards the sorrowed look the brown haired teen was giving her. The pink haired vampire knew that look from anywhere; it was the same look that she gave herself for the past four years each time she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the same look she gave her daughter each time the sliver haired little girl asked for her daddy, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't tell the little girl that she was the reason her daddy wasn't in her life.
"Tsukune… kun," She mumbled out softly, a sorrowed look falling over her face.
Tsukune looked at the girl in fell in love with, a sadden look on his face as he could clearly see what the girl was going through at the moment. He didn't like Kurosaki; he felt that someone that drove on nothing but vengeance did not belong with a person like this kind hearted girl before him. Ever since Kurosaki Ichigo had showed up at Yokai Academy, the brown haired teen had to watch as the woman he loved drove herself deeper with guilt. Each time the orange haired shinigami got the chance to, he always drove in the fact that Moka had left him to die four years ago, making the pink haired vampire feel worse each time she would stare him in the eyes. He closed his eyes a bit, trying to control the ever growing anger that was controlling overwhelming his scenes. He hated it with everything he was made of every time he saw Moka cry, and with every chance that orange haired bastard got; he made sure that he left the pink haired vampire in a crumpling state of tears.
He shook his head a bit, tossing the angered thoughts aside and focusing on the woman he cared about most in this world. "Are you ok Moka-chan?" He asked in a worried voice, trying to hold in the hidden anger he felt towards the person that was causing her to feel this way.
Looking at him for a few seconds more, the pink haired vampire felt herself flinch back as the brown haired teen put his arm on her shoulder. Back then when none of this had happen between them, his touch felt so welcome to her, that with him by her side that she could do anything in this world. But now as he touches her, outer Moka felt that she was hurting more than anything when he had placed his hand or her left shoulder. A part of her didn't want to feel this way about the brown haired boy, which small part wanted her to cherish that touch just like any other he might lay about her. She shook her head mentally, she knew now for so odd reason that she could not let herself feel that way about him anymore.
It's cold…
The pink haired vampire felt her eyes widen, the pain she was feeling shoot up her spine like a short lighting strike. She took a step back, holding her hands to her heart and shaking her head at the brown haired teen before her. A slight brush at her leg caused her to pause for a second, looking down she could see Kumiko looking up at her with and sadden but tearful look in her eyes. Her pearl green eyes widen at that, instantly dropping down to one knee and picking the girl up into her arms. Quickly wiping the tears out of the small sliver haired girl's eyes, she gave her daughter a small smile on her face.
"Are you ok princess?" She asked her smiling, not even trying the hide the growing worry in her face.
Kumiko wiped her eyes a bit, trying to get the small bit of tears that had remained on her face. "I can feel him Ka-san," She mumbled a bit.
The pink haired vampire looked confused for a moment, wondering what her daughter was trying to say. "What are you talking about Kumiko-chan?" She asked, checking over the girl for a quick moment. "Is something hurting you at this current moment? Or you're just not feeling well?"
Kumiko shook her head at her mother's answer, the only think she gave at what was wrong with her was point her finger directly at her chest. The pink haired mother looked even more confused, taking a moment to look over towards Ura-chan to see her walking over towards them. Looking at her silver haired counter parts face, she could see that she could also not tell what was wrong with their daughter. Feeling a tug on her uniform, she looked down to see that Kumiko was tugging a bit hard on her to get her attention.
Coming up and standing with them, Inner Moka glanced at her daughter with a worried expression on her face. "What's wrong baby?" She asked the small sliver haired girl in worry. "Is something hurting you?"
Kumiko nodded a bit, sniffing a bit as more tears began falling from her eyes. "It hurts Ka-san," She said in small whimper, trying hard to hide the pain she was feeling at the moment. "It feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest," The sliver haired girl replied to both her mothers.
My body feels heavy…
Both girls winced in pain, clutching their heads in pain and tried desperately to get rid of the voice that was plaguing their mind. Hearing Ichigo's voice in so much pain like four years ago was beginning to be too much for the tow vampire girls; this was something that they wished that they never wanted to go through again. Knowing that the person that you love was hurt because of you and your family, knowing that you could have done something and they didn't was tearing them both from the inside out. They both stumbled a bit, shifting their feet a bit to gain their balance to not fall forward on the ground in pain. Hearing a familiar small cry of pain, they looked up and widen their eyes to see Kumiko holding her chest as well.
"Kumiko!" Both shouted in worry, forcing down their pain and focusing on nothing else other than their daughter.
Tsukune and the other's stood by, watching as the small family seem to go through what looked like small bursts of passing with each passing moment. The brown haired teen looked worried for the two girls, wondering what was happening to them. Even though the pink haired vampire had back away from him and flinch like he was some type of monster, Tsukune couldn't help but feel worried for the person he had fell in love with. The four girls that were standing at his side was feeling the same way as he was, even though each of them hated the way the vampire girl was treating the man that each of them loved. They knew that Tsukune loved the vampire and it hurt each of them knowing this, but none of them could help to see that Moka hurting someone that each of them had tried to make loved them.
Each of them felt like Tsukune was a man that every woman on the planet, no matter what race, would want him as their own. He was kind and helpful towards anyone he met, even towards his enemies that wanted nothing else but to kill him. With his life constantly in danger during ruff times, he didn't seem to care about himself as long as none of them was hurt. Knowing that caused a light pinkish blush to crawl up each of their faces, liking the fact that someone likes Tsukune could care about them like that. With those reason flowing through their minds, and knowing that it was hurting them with each step they took, they could not allow either of them fail to let Tsukune make a look of sorrow cross over his face.
Kurumu stepped forward, taking a whole of the brown haired teens shoulder a turning him towards her. The Succubus dark purple eyes dim a bit in hurt at seeing the sadden look on the boy's face, it pained him to see him looking like that before her. "Are you alright Tsukune-kun?" She asked him.
Tsukune smiled at the light ocean blue haired girl, trying to hide the pain he was feeling at the moment. "Don't worry about me Kurumu-chan," He turns back towards the small family that was before him, the smile being replaced with a small frown on his face. "I'm just a bit angry that Moka-chan and Kumiko-chan is going through so much pain because of that bastard." He clenched his fist a bit in anger, "He rather goes off to extract his revenge on someone other than being with his family." He through his head to the side with a angered look on his face, " I might be wrong about this, but I just can't see why any man would want to do something like that." He suddenly felt a touch on his face causing him to open his eyes a look directly into purple.
Kurumu giggled a bit, looking the boy she loved directly in the eyes with a small smile on her face. "Your right Tsukune," She replied. "And know that is why you will always be better than Kurosaki, knowing that you would never leave your family to go after revenge." She kissed him on the cheek, getting a shock look from the brown haired boy. "It's just something you are, a good man that any woman I would know would want."
Tsukune took a step back from the blue ocean haired girl before him, looking at her with a shock look on his face. The brown haired teen could feel a blush began to crawl up his face, feeling him up with a warm feeling that he only felt when Moka would do something like this. He threw his head behind his head a chuckled nervously a bit, pushing down the unknown feeling he did not seem to understand a bit. He could also feel three pairs of glares directed on his back but said nothing, already knowing exactly who was glaring at him at the moment. Taking his arms from behind his head and turning away from the blue haired girl, his eyes gave off a brief sad gaze as he looked at Moka and her daughter.
'I can't allow myself to give up on her,' He vowed to himself. 'Moka-chan and Kumiko-chan do not deserve something like this.'
"Tsukune-kun?" A voice spoke behind him, causing the brown haired teen to turn around to stare a both Mizore and Kurumu. "Are you alright?"
He smiled at them, hiding every single trace of his pain the best as he could from them. "I'm okay guys," He turns back around. "I just have a lot on my mind at the moment; it's nothing for you guys to worry yourself over."
Both girls said nothing, turning to look at each other with knowing gazing crossing over their faces. Tsukune may have thought he had hide what he was feeling away from the two, but both girls could see that he was hiding his pain well from them. They both took a moment to glance back at Yukari and Ruby to see that both had a look of understanding on their faces, notifying the two girls that they had saw it as well. They all sighed a bit sadly at that, glancing at the boys back that they had feelings for with a sad look on their faces. Each of them just wish that they could wash away all their pain, but as painful as it might seem to them, the group of girls knew deep down that none of them would be able to do something like that for him.
'Tsukune-kun…' They all said sadly to themselves.
The small haired witch felt a few tears fall from her eyes, feeling her heart break at the painful look that was crossing over the boy she loved. She never like seeing that hurtful look cross over the person face that save her from her loneliness, she felt that a look like that didn't belong on his face. He was… just too good to the small witch to be able to go through something like that, and whoever made him feel like this should never be able to walk on this earth without shame in their hearts. She glances towards Moka and felt a sad frown fall across her face, along with her heart starting to clench more than ever. Just like Tsukune, the pink haired vampire was another person that saved her from her loneliness, and for that reason she fell in love with her.
She was about to say something, but she paused for a moment when she saw red on the wet tile below her feet. Looking up, the small black haired witch could see that it was raining heavily around them, feeling the sky with a noise of splashing rain. Yukari kept her eyes focus on the tile floor, noticing that the tile floor was beginning to be filled with a red liquid. She was confused a bit on what this was, wondering what was going on to cause this around her. Following where the red liquid led to, her eyes traveled upward and gasped at shock at what she saw, trembling a bit as she took a step back.
"… Blood" Yukari whispered out in shock.
From where she was standing, the sliver haired vampire head snapped up, sending a small glare towards the small black haired witch. "What are you talking about?" She asked coldly. "Why all of a sudden would you be saying…?" She suddenly trailed off, her eyes following the red liquid that her eyes finally caught sight of. "What the" She mumbled to herself.
Her eyes locked on the trail of dark liquid of blood, following it until it came to… her eyes suddenly widen in horror, her entire body filling up with pain. Just a couple of feet away from her, lying in a large pool of his own blood, were none other than the man that plagued through her ever thought and dream. His was lying on his stomach and covered in nothing but blood and water, his spiky orange locks were covering his eyes a bit, trying to block the almost dead look in his eyes. She felt a scream tore passed her lips as she looked at the almost… dead look in Ichigo's eyes. She felt her whole world began to crumble, pushing down the realization that what she was seeing was nothing but a flowing.
"Oh my god…" A sudden familiar voice trembled on her side, sounding far worst then what her own voice the sliver haired vampire thoughts sounded like. "NO, NO, NO!" The pink haired vampire screamed in fright and horror, clutching her heart like her chest was about to explode.
Both girls began to feel a force slam into their heart, looking at the scene before them was beginning to bring back feeling that they did not want to feel. Four years ago, lying exactly like he was now, the orange haired boy lay in that same position with a dead look in his eyes. Their breath began to get ragged and hard for them to breath, they could also feel that their lungs were beginning to collapse in them. Their eyes widen as they clutch their chest in pain, picking themselves up and walking towards the almost dead Ichigo with the still horrored look on both their faces. A suddenly cry of pain cause them to stop and paused, turning around to see that Kumiko was cry softly now, a pain look crossing over her face.
"Kumiko-chan," They both called out to the small sliver haired girl. They rushed forwards towards her, pushing passed the extreme pain the both of them were going through. In an instant, the sliver haired vampire had her daughter in her arms, wrapping her left arm around her in a suited hug. "Are… you ok Kumiko?"
The sliver haired girl said nothing, along holding her head forward and pointing directly at Ichigo's almost dead form. The two teen vampire girls said nothing, looking at each other with pain looks before rushing forwards. Each one of them could here Tsukune and the others screaming to them, pleading with them to stop what they were doing. But both knew they could stop what their body or heart wanted, seeing this before them was causing too much action that they did not need to act without them wanted it to. They both dropped to the ground around Ichigo's body, looking at it with an unbelievable look on their faces.
Breaking from her mother's arms, Kumiko crawled over towards her father's body with tears falling from her eyes. "Tou-san," She called out to him. "Why are you in pain Tou-san? You can't have been beaten by anyone could you?" She cried out a bit. "Please Tou-san answer me!"
The two Moka's still could not say anything, the scene playing in their mind was causing their whole body to break apart and shut down. "You can't be dead Ichigo?" Both asked with a dead look in their voice.
The two vampires were about to say something else, but a sudden voice slammed into both their backs and caused them to stumble forward. Looking back a bit, they could see Gin look at them with a dark look on his face. He snarled at the both of them, griping their arms and picking them up effortlessly off the ground.
"You two need to get control of yourself!" he all but shouted at the both of them in fury. "You need to put in into your mind that this is nothing but a fucking memory! This has already happen without you even knowing about it." Both girls didn't seem to bother listening to Gin at all. Looking on as a man dress in old style Japanese cloths step in front of Ichigo's body.
The bleeding want… stop
Their heart clenched again at hearing those words, looking down to see that Ichigo was still not moving from where he was lying. Looking up, they saw the man looking at Ichigo with a smile on his face, holding out an umbrella that stop the heavy rain from falling onto the boy's body. The entire area was suddenly filled with a bluish white light that covered everything in from of them, washing the scene away from their eye from view. A suddenly gasp passed through their lips, feeling a punch slam into their guts an alarming speed. Coughing a bit, inner Moka snapped out of her fazed and glare darkly at the black haired werewolf before her.
It feels as though… the rain as stopped
The sliver haired vampire winced a bit, feeling the pain washed through her body as she could hear Ichigo words flow through her. "You gave you the right to hit me you perverted wolf?" She growled out weakly, not in the least bit as more forceful as she usually is.
Gin glared at her, taking a step back and folding his arms over his chest. "You two still don't seem to get that all you are seeing his nothing but memoires of Kurosaki's past." He latched out at the two vampires. "Get it through your head that everything that you are seeing as already happen, your damn mate is not dead!"
She knew he was right, but the pink haired vampire couldn't help but glare lightly at the wolf. "I'm sorry Gin-sempai," She apologies to him a bit darkly. "But I cannot handle something like seeing the man I love lying dead on the ground like that."
Gin snorted a bit, getting a bit where the pink haired vampire was trying to say. "Well try to put it into your mind that none of this is real," He gave her a soft but worried look. "You two gave a bit of a scare the way you were acting a little awhile go."
They both nodded, throwing their head to the side in shame. "I'm sorry Gin-sempai," The pink haired vampire apologies. Inner Moka nodded a bit, not allowing herself to say nothing at the moment. "Just… seeing Ichigo like that again just caused me and Ura-chan to react." She said with a sadden look on her face, picking the now unconscious Kumiko in her arms, feeling a bit shame that she did not even notice something like this. A small grunt of acknowledgement was the only think she receive as an answer from the tall black haired wolf before her, which caused her to smile a little at.
"Are you ok Moka-chan?" An extremely worried voice said in front of her. Looking up, the pink haired vampire could see Tsukune looking at her with a scared but worried look on his face.
She opens her mouth to answer, but paused as a hurtful look crossover her face. She backed up a bit, shaking her head at him as she did so. "I'm okay," she said, the hurt as clear as day in her voice. "There's no need for you to worry about me."
Tsukune pulled his right arm towards her, trying to grab a hold of her. But to his disappointment, she backs a bit more away from him. The worried look on his face change into a hurtful look, his hands falling lifelessly to his sides. "I'm sorry Moka-chan," He told her. "I'm glad you're ok though"
Moka nodded, pushing down the hurt as she looked at his form. "Thanks for worry about me though," She said softly to him, turning around to see Ura-chan glaring darkly at the scared fairy.
The sliver haired vampire clenched her fist in fury, looking at the fairy in anger knowing what she had done. "You had no right to do something like that," She growled out darkly. "Who gave you THE FUCKING RIGHT TO SHOW US SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" The sliver haired vampire screamed in rage.
Lilith flooded back in fear, in oral green eyes looking at the sliver haired vampire in fear for her life. "I'm sorry Moka-san," She apologies as quickly as she could. "But Zangetsu-sama wanted you to watch that moment; he wanted to get through your head that Ichigo has gone through far worst since you left him four years ago."
Moka flinched as that, but quickly got her bearings together and glared at the fairy. "My daughter was affected by what you just showed us, seeing her father lying dead before her could mess her mind up." Her red silted eyes glowed a bit, "I swear if this affects her in anyway, I'm going to kill you no matter what happens!" Lilith cowered back a bit, a fearful look on her face as she stared at the enrage mother.
"That's enough Moka," Ruby suddenly said in a cold voice, stepping forward from behind the others. "I know you're angry a bit at what you saw, but that doesn't give you the right to threaten to kill Lilith-san when she's helping you."
Inner Moka's eyes snapped toward the older black haired witch, glaring darkly at her as she stood before her like she was some type of equal. "This is none of your business you fucking witch!" She growled out. "Learn when to be quiet when it as nothing to do with you."
Ruby glared at the sliver haired vampire, her hands twitching as magic began to crawl over her fingers. "You're starting to really anger me vampire," She spat out in growing anger. "I'm tired of you thinking that just because you're a vampire, that gives you the right to think you can control anyone around you..." She was about to say something else, but a large hand clamp on her shoulder forcefully, causing all traces of her magic to vanish. She looked up, glaring darkly into the eyes of Gin who was looking at her with a scowl on his face. "What are you doing wolf?" She all but demanded. "Get your damn hands off of me!"
"Shut the fuck up witch!" Gin glared out with force, his eyes flashing pure sliver for a moment. "Moka just saw her mate look dead before her, along with her daughter seeing the same scene before her. Don't you think she has a right to be fucking mad?"
Looking into those glowing sliver eyes, the black haired witch couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear crawl up her spine. The look in the seventeen year old teen was something that she had never seen in his eyes, the look in his eyes… didn't really seem to belong there in his eyes. Ever since Kurosaki had showed up at Yokai Academy, she had come to notice how Gin's attitude seems to change drastically after a few months. Covering her youki so they would notice her, Ruby had found both Gin and Kurosaki sitting on the top of the school building one day. Each of them not saying a word, just looking as the sun climbed up over the mountains and blood red sea.
She backed away a bit, scowling herself darkly at feeling fear crawl up her heart. "I understand," It was the only think she could say at the moment and nothing else.
Gin's glare darken as he looked at her, letting go of her and letting the witch walk back over towards Tsukune who was frowning at him. "Make sure you do," he said, his voice coming back to normal as he pulled his head over his hair. He shook his head and growled a bit under his breath, trying to control the anger he was feeling.
"You didn't need to talk like that towards Ruby-san," The brown haired teen said with a slight frown on his face.
Gin glared at the brown haired boy, feeling his anger start to surge forward. "Right not Tsukune," his voice began to get darker without him even realizing it. "It's best you shut the fuck up before you end up dead!"
Tsukune and the other's looked at the seventeen year old boy in shock, not really use to seeing him acting like this. From the way he was acting towards them, it was kind of reminding them of how Kurosaki would act around them. That didn't seem right to Tsukune and the other's their face twisted up a bit, looking a Gin like he was a totally different person. The sliver haired vampire looked at Gin for a moment, all traces of her previous anger vanishing from her eyes. Inner Moka looked at him, narrowing her eyes a bit before turning around and facing in the other direction.
"I think I never asked for your help at all… wolf?" The sliver haired vampire growled out, crossing her arms under her breast.
Gin grunted a bit, his youki flaring around his body. Looking up, he smirked in the direction the sliver haired vampire. "Just don't know when to give thanks when someone is just helping you?" He scoffed a bit, the smirk still on his face. "I should have seen that coming from you." Moka grunted was the only answer he received
Standing a few feet away from where Gin was, the ocean blue haired girl could help but look at the black haired wolf with worry in her eyes. Kurumu knew she should be mad at him for what he had told Tsukune, but the way he acted just now was far different from what she was used to seeing from him. Her heart clenched a bit at that without her even truly noticing it, calling out a bit towards the black haired wolf. She shook her head bit to clear her thoughts away, seemly not liking a bit of how the way the wolf was acting towards Tsukune and the others… including her as well. She also didn't like the way his youki flashed around his body widely, almost like it could seem to control it properly.
The pink haired vampire standing a few feet away threw a worried gaze towards the wolf, before looking back towards a scared looking Lilith. "Sorry about Ura-chan," She apologies for her inner self. "You can continue on with what you were about to show us."
Lilith nodded slowly towards the pink haired vampire, still a bit fearful at what was just about to happen to her only seconds ago. Landing on the tip of the elegant clever, the green haired fairy close her eyes for a moment to gather her power. The others watched on as second passed and the entire area they were in seem to flash with bluish white light again, forcing the familiar pressure onto them again. Grunting and getting use to what was going on, they waited as the room flash once more before leaving them in what look like an old style Japanese home. They looked around to see anything, but only found a futon laying in the middle of the room they were standing in.
"Where are we?" Mizore asked, popping another lollipop into her mouth. Her dark blue eyes were gazing across the room there were in, seemly picking up every detail that her eyes travel by.
"We're in one of Kurosaki-sama's master homes," Lilith answered. The group of teen turns to her and nodded a bit, tossing there gazes quickly to other things they saw in the slightly big room they were in. "It's the same man you saw looking down at Kurosaki-sama from the last memory we just previously watched." Both Moka's narrowed their eyes a bit but said nothing, wanted to forget what they had just saw only minutes ago.
No pain…
Both vampire's flinched again hearing the sound of Ichigo's voice, closing their eyes a bit and trying desperately to control the pains that was flaring up. The pink haired vampire open her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling a bit a second later when she felt her heart rate calming down a bit. She didn't want herself to fall into the state she was in just a few short seconds ago; all that pain at seeing Ichigo lying dead was something that she didn't know if she could take anymore. Shifting a bit on her feet, she scoffed the small sliver haired girl in her arms up a bit so she wouldn't fall. Turning her head a bit, she smiled at her sleeping daughter, still feeling a bit shame that she had allow Kumiko to be able to see something like that.
'Don't start blaming just you're self Omote,' Inner Moka said to her. 'I was here to and I didn't even notice why Kumiko was feeling pain during that time. So if you want to blame anyone for it, blame both us of for not being able to stop that damn fairy from showing something like that."
The pink haired vampire nodded a it at that, smiling a bit knowing that she couldn't let herself feel shame for something like that. But no matter what, she was going to but the blame on Lilith-san neither, from what the small fairy had said, it was Ichigo's zanpakuto that wanted them to see something like that. She shivered a bit, having a terrible feeling crawl up her spine that what she saw just seconds ago was nothing compare to what they were going to see. For some reason, this feeling of dread kept increase with each passing memory that travel through. But the pink haired vampire understood that she could not allow herself to give up now, just like Ura-chan, she wanted to see just what Ichigo has been doing since she made the mistake and left him four years ago.
Standing beside her, the sliver haired vampire was going through her own thoughts and feelings. Crossing her arms under her breast just a bit, she glared angrily at the fairy that was mere meters away from her. Unlike Omote, she was still far to pissed off to blame anyone else except the green haired fairy, believing that it was Lilith that had decided to show them something like that. She still had this feeling like Ura-chan that the further they went through Ichigo's memories, they were going to see more things far worse than what they had just saw. Scowling darkly, she looked at Tsukune and the others with a thoughtful look on her face.
For a while now, the sliver haired vampire had this feeling that she was able to hearing Ichigo's thoughts during the time of the memory. Something from what she could understand should be impossible, but she could not deny the proof every time it was show directly in her face. Looking at Tsukune and the others, she had this feeling that not a single one of them could hear any of those thoughts. She was confused on that, why was her and Ura-chan the only ones that could hear Ichigo's thoughts during the current time of the memory? Should something like that be impossible? She was too confused to even understand at the moment. Hearing a moan, she looked back and smiled softly at Kumiko, having a sneaking feeling that the sliver haired little girl could also hear her father's thoughts as well.
"GAAAAHHH!" a familiar voice screamed out, breaking both vampire's out of their thoughts. Turning quickly around towards where the others were looking, they both looked at the scene before them in shock. The orange haired shinigami that both of them love was struggling to get a man from out his bed, who didn't seem to be effected by Ichigo's attempts at all.
"Oh! You're getting Goosebumps!" The large black haired man said. "What a relief!" Tsukune and the other's didn't know what to say at the moment, still a bit shock to be able to see the killer they all know act… almost normal to other's around him.
They watch as Ichigo's hand slammed into the man's face, beads of sweat falling from his body as he struggled to get the man from within the bed with him. "TOO CLOSE!" The orange haired teen boy cried out in surprise. "YOU'RE TOO CLOSE!" Again the man seems ineffective by Ichigo's attempt to throw him off.
"Tenchou!" The man shouted out. "Ichigo has regained consciousness! Tenchou!"
Ichigo growled a bit at the man over him, still struggling with all his might to remove the man from on stop of him. "I KNOW YOU! YOU'RE WITH THAT URAHARA, AREAN'T YOU?!" He accused with fury in his voice, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN BED WITH ME?!"
Yukari seem shocked a bit, a small sweat drop falling from her head as she looked at the scene before him. "What..." She asked out still in shock.
The brown haired teen nodded at the small black haired witch, still a bit shock to see the insane killer he knows act like a… human of all things. "You're not the only one Yukari-chan," He told her in all honesty. "I never would have thought I would see the day… Kurosaki-san acting like…" He let his words trail off, casing his gaze over towards the two vampires to see them not even looking at him or the others.
"Normal or human Tsukune-kun?" Mizore said answering for him as she stepped a little closer by his side. "There's nothing wrong with you trying to say what you want to say Tsukune-kun," She told him.
Tsukune nodded, shooting the ice maiden a grateful look. "I know Mizore-chan," He turns his eyes back to the seen with a small frown on his face. "It's still a bit of a shock to see him of all people acting like this, but to tell you the truth I really don't care about any of that."
Mizore looked at the brown haired teen in surprise, along with the other's that were standing beside him. "What do you mean Tsukune-kun?" Ruby asked, looking at her love interest with worry in her eyes. "I thought you of all people would want to know what that monster Kurosaki was like before he came here?" Her eyes grew dark along with a sneer crossing over her face. "I would not blame you for not believing anything you see" Mizore and the other's nodded, agree fully with the older black haired witch before them.
Tsukune shook his head, looking at the memory Ichigo with narrowed eyes. "It's not that at all Ruby-san," He told her. "The only answers I want is if what Kurosaki has been saying was true about his entire town being destroyed. I know it's wrong for me to be saying something like this, but I still do not believe what he is saying his true." He closed his eyes a bit and clenched his fist a bit in anger, "I still think that he only told a lie to lead Moka-chan into coming with him, along with making her feel bad about what happen between the two of them." His eyes narrowed a bit in guilt, "Am I a bad person for saying something like this?"
Without any hesitation, the small black haired witch shook her head at the brown haired teen in front of her. "Nothing's wrong with what you're feeling Tsukune-kun, desu." She chirped, smiling at him. "All you're trying to do is protect Moka-chan, nothing's wrong with wanting to protect the person you love." The other's nodded to her words, getting a small smile from the brown haired teen.
"Thanks guys," He told them in a grateful voice.
From behind them, the black haired wolf snarled at them. "Love sick puppies," He growled out in anger. None of them heard a word he said, but the blue ocean haired girl who visibly flinched at his words.
"Uh-oh… you shouldn't try to move at the moment Kurosaki-san." A vice said from behind them, "You're injuries haven't had the time to fully healed yet."
Tsukune and the others stopped, turning around to see a blond haired man walking towards Ichigo with a Japanese fan in his hands. Each of them stepped aside a bit without them even noticing they did, not truly knowing that they really didn't have too. Looking towards the man's right hand, they could see that he was holding what looked like a light brown walking cane of some sort. The man stopped in front of Ichigo, looking down at him with an amused curious look in his eyes. Narrowing her eyes a bit, the sliver haired vampire looked at the man with an annoyed expression on her face.
From where he was seated, Ichigo looked at the man with a shock look on his face. "Urahara-san…!" He spoke, "So this must be your house."
The man smiled at Ichigo, snapping the fan shut in his hands with a loud snap noise. "Correct"
Ichigo looked at the man, tilting his head lower towards the ground. "You… saved me didn't you?" He asked, his voice changing at bit to the others. Tsukune and the others were a bit confused onto why it sounds so… hurt and full of shame.
The man pointed his thumb towards his face, a bit uncertain on what Ichigo was trying to say at the moment. "What's this? Your tone is unexpected." He said, "You make it sounds as if I done something wrong."
Suddenly, the look of shame on the orange haired shinigami seems to increase as he held onto his bandage wrapped right shoulder. He said nothing to the blond haired man, looking into the distance with the look on his face growing with each passing seconds. Tsukune and the others didn't know what to think at the moment, the look on Kurosaki's face was something of unknown to each of them. Gin seems to narrow his eyes a bit, looking at memory Ichigo with a feeling that he had gone through the same thing. Watching him a bit without him noticing it, Kurumu saw this look on his face and looked at him in confusion and a small bit of worry, even though she was trying hard to shove it down with all her might.
"What's with that look on his face?" Tsukune asked. "It seems like a look something should give when they have…"
"Failed" The black haired wolf said coldly, looking at the scene before him with narrowed eyes. The others looked at him; a bit shock to see that he almost sounded like his voice was filled with shame. His arms were still folded over his chest like he normally does, but the look in his eyes were filled with nothing but failure in them. "That look in his eyes is something that failed to protect something important to him," His haired shadow his eyes a bit. "I know that look all too well"
Tsukune and the other's said nothing, turning around back towards the scene and leaving Gin in his own thoughts. Standing in front of them, the two vampire's had a cold frown on both of their faces as they looked at the Ichigo before them. The look in his eyes were all too familiar to the two of them, it was the same look they he always gave when he failed to protect them four years ago. Something must have happen that caused him to look like that, and for some reason both of them didn't like where they were seeing at all.
Looking back at the scene before them, they watched as the orange haired shinigami smiled at the blond haired man. But for some reason the smile on his face didn't seem right, like it was nothing but a mask that he was putting on his face to hide his true feelings. The sliver haired vampire scowled a bit darkly at that look her love was giving, knowing all too well what that look met. She turn a bit to the side to see Ura-chan looking at her with the same knowing looking on her face, seemly thinking along the same lines as she was. Since everything that happen between her and Ichigo, she wore that mask over her face to hide what she was truly feeling over the four years she had thought Ichigo was dead.
"Oh, right!" Ichigo asked. "Did you also find Uryuu? How is he? Is he here too?"
"No, sir he is not here with us." Urahara answered
The smiled on Ichigo face vanished, being replaced with a small frown. "What do you mean?"
Urahara turn around a bit, facing Ichigo from the side. "He's already gone." He answered the smile still on his face. "He lost a lot of blood, but his injury wasn't vital. Even if I just left him lying there, he wouldn't have died for another two days." He glanced at Ichigo for a moment, "So I treated his injury on the spot. We he left... he was worried about you."
Ichigo twisted his head a bit, looking at the man before him with an incredulous look. "About me?" He snorted before tossing his head to the side a bit. "Yeah right"
Urahara raise his head a bit, the smile was all but gone on his face. "I even told him to rest here for a moment, but he insisted that he was fine." He looked at Ichigo with a serious but amused look on his face, "He said, right now the only ones that cane beat those bastards, and save Rukia, is you and no one else."
The shame look was back on the orange haired shinigami face; he raised his legs a bit and lays his arms on them. "Only me? Hmph!" A snort left his mouth. "RUIKA'S ALREADY BACK AT THE SOUL SOCIETY!" He shouted in shame and anger. Tsukune and the others looked at him in shock, truly not believe that this killer before him could care about anyone else accept himself. "HOW CAN I FOLLOW HER THERE?! HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO RESCUE HER?!" he shut his in fury, "THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING TO BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
Both Moka's looked on in shocked silent, looking at the orange haired teen in shock at his sudden outburst. Tsukune and the other's still couldn't let it process in their mind that this boy before them was the killer that they were you too, this boy that was way to concern for his friends to be the same Kurosaki they knew. Tsukune and the other's pushed down the small bit of self-doubt about the way they thought about Kurosaki quickly, not allow themselves to do something so stupid with what they a have seen from him. The brown haired boy gritted his teeth, holding in his anger as he tried to control his emotion at what he was seeing before him. He wasn't going to allow himself to fill guilt; Tsukune vow to himself that someone like Kurosaki Ichigo did not deserve guilt after everything he had put his friends through.
They stood silent, putting their emotions and thoughts behind and looking at the scene before them with every ounce of interest they had. They watch as Urahara bent his head down a bit, the long black coat he was wearing blowing in the wind. A second later, a small but dark grin feel over his face, "Do you really think that there's no other way… to get into Soul Society?"
The orange haired teen's head snapped up, looking at Urahara with a wide, almost hopeful expression on his face "So there is a way!?" He shouted… no demanded, "How?! How can I get there?! Tell me!"
Urahara point his right index finger up, looking at Ichigo with a widen smirk on his face. "Of course I'll tell you." He said, "However, under one condition." Ichigo just looked at him with a confused look on his face, "Starting now, for ten days… you will learn how to fight properly with me."
From where he was standing, Gin grinned at the scene before glancing in Lilith's direction. "So were going to be watching him be train on how he fight's?" He asked.
Lilith looked at him for a moment, sensing the almost excited look on his face. "Not all of his training, but just certain parts that gave him most of his powers." She answered him; the black haired teen wolf said nothing else. They turn back towards the scene to watch Ichigo stand up quickly, an anger look on his face as he directed it towards Urahara.
"Shit! So you're telling me to train?!" Ichigo growled out in fury. "Do you think I have time for that?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN RUIKA'S GOING TO BE EXECUTED! I SHOULD TRY TO GET THERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE…" Tsukune and the others were shocked at hearing the girl Rukia was going to be executed.
"I wonder what she did to make them go as far as too want her executed," Kurumu asked. The other's said nothing to answer her question, just looking on as the intense scene before them grew even thicker.
"You are one exasperating person."
Before either of them had a chance to see what happen, they watch as Urahara blurred his arm forward, having the small cane in his hand in Ichigo's face in an instant. Tsukune and the other's eyes widen a fraction, not even being able to tell when the man had move his arm to even attack, all they saw was a black blur before they watch as the two was on the floor. The only ones that were able to follow it just a bit was Inner Moka and Gin, but both only see a flash of skin before they saw Ichigo and the blond haired man standing over him. Suddenly felt a small but great force slam into each of them, getting their footing right they watch has Urahara glared down upon a still shocked looking Ichigo. Tsukune eyes widen a bit in fear, never thinking he would see the man he thought as cheer, turn from that to what look like a hard killer with much experience on his belt.
"The point that I wanted to make is…" His glared darken as he looked down on memory Ichigo, "that you will die if you go there in your current condition."
"But"
"No but's Ichigo, do you truly believe that you can win if you fight them right now?" Urahara asked in clam but calculative coldness. "I purposely let you fight them the previous time. I thought it would be easier for you to realize after you fought them and saw for yourself. With your current skill… you won't stand a chance fighting against The Soul Society!"
This was something that Tsukune and the others and never seen before, someone calling Kurosaki weak was something that was lost to them. On how the way they saw him acted, anyone that looked down on him he would kill with any mercy or remorse, even if the person before him was begging to be set free. But from what they were seeing, the one that taught him seem to call him weak without even shiver to Ichigo's might. Tsukune shook his head a bit, like the others; he still could not believe that this Urahara person would be this bold to even say something like that. But he remembers that this was memories from Kurosaki's past, so from the way he was, he must have not always been like that from the start.
"You are weak. A weakling barging into enemy territory… is suicide." Urahara said just as coldly, "'to rescue Rukia'? Stop being so childish" The air seems to visibly freeze for a second as Urahara's face became even colder. "Don't use other people as excuses to go kill you're self."
"Pretty harsh but truthful words," Gin complimented.
The sliver haired vampire nodded a bit, pushing down the jealous feeling that was rising in her heart. "But there is truth to what he is saying," She replied. "If Ichigo didn't take that opportunity to train, I don't think neither of us would have been able to see him now." Tsukune and the other's stayed silent a bit, not truly believing that someone could be so cruel to say words like that, the brown haired teen didn't know if he would have been able to take it without blowing up in anger.
Standing up from where he was over Ichigo, the blond haired man crossed his arms over his chest. "The Soul Society usually allows a grace period that lasts a month for the maximum penalty in a convict's execution. It will be the same for Rukia-san's case." Ichigo looked at the man with an annoyed expression on his face, just being able to pick himself up into a sitting position. "We will have ten days to annoy you. It will take seven days to open the door to Soul Society. So after you arrive at Soul Society, you will have thirteen days! You have plenty of time."
Ichigo annoyed look vanished, being replaced by a soft a clam look on his face. "In ten days…" He asked slowly, seemly thinking about something. "Will I become stronger?"
Urahara raised his head again, the cold look on his face being replaced by a determined smirk, "Of course. If you truly wish to save Rukia," His head lowered and his hands move to his sides. His grey eyes lock on Ichigo as he raises his cane close to his face. "For ten days, can you seriously determined to fight?"
Raising his hand a bit to scratch his head, the orange haired teen gave off a sighed. "if I don't do it… then who will?" He asked, turning around to face Urahara with a determined frown edge across his face. "I guess I have no choice! Let's give it a try Urahara-san." The blond haired mans' smirk grew, just as the scene around Moka and the other's vanish in a bright whitish blue light of reiatsu.
'This feeling…' Both vampire girls thought, raising their hand towards their chest and clutching it in pain. For some reason at hearing Ichigo had risk his life a year after they had left hurt more then she wanted to, if felt like he didn't even have time to worry about them anymore. But they both know that he had no reason to, they had made their stupid choice the moment they had ran away to the car while her parents continue to beat Ichigo. They couldn't help the jealously that was flowing through them, along with the guilt that they had no right to feel this way about what they were seeing before them.
I don't deserve him…
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End chapter seventeen
Author Notes: Sorry for the long chapter! I had a lot to explain which still not finish yet. I know some of you might think that it's stupid about the Ichigo being Old man Yama's grandson, but I will explain that with much more dept. along with the war that happen over two-hundred years ago. Hope all of you enjoyed it though! And please vote with what I asked. I really don't know how to start a panel for that, but I will look during free time. Thanks to all my readers for liking this fic!
Next on the vs.….
I feel PROUD of myself right now! I'm glad that I was able to read a good thirty or more chapters of Rosario-Vampire second season and I must say I like it a lot. Far better than the anime along with it helping me a lot with Eclipse, I would also like to thank Meech Macko for giving me some chapters to read that would help me a bit as well. From what I have read from the manga, I have to admit that Moka as one fucked up family. To me, it doesn't even come close to what and way a family is supposed to act around each other. I also have to say that I do not like that Akua Shuzen chick, I have to say that she's the most fucked up out of all of them.
But even though I don't like them that much, I have to admit that Akua and Gyokuro are two badass chicks, even though they have mess up ways of showing it. But they have NOTHING compared to what was learned during Bleach this Wednesday. I never would have thought that Retsu Unohana of all people was the FRIST FREAKING KENPACHI! I knew something was badass about her the way everyone was scared of her. Now this just came to me so bare with me…
Gyokuro Shuzen vs. Retsu Unohana
Tell me who do you think would win out of the two. I know that nothing much have been seen about the way Unohana fight's, but you have to presume that she was a hard core cold killer back then if she was named the first Kenpachi. Gyokuro is badass in her own right as well! SO just tell me who do you think you would win if these two would every have fought.
Tensa Zangetsu 17
Signing out
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