Title: The Beginning of Absolute Destruction
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: Damn this is really bad for me, if I'm a bit right, I never really went almost five months without writing a new chapter to Eclipse. That's really bad, for me it's insane because I've been having idea's running through my head for a very long time now. But, like everyone else in this world that want's to live and take care of what they care for, works get into the way a lot for me, along with school but that's not the probably during this summer of mind. So, as I should have said for the very beginning , I'm sorry for taking so long to write a new chapter for my damn baby Eclipse( yes I think of this story as my own child! Laugh it up you bastards!). But before we began on this chapter, I have a lot of things I need to discuss with you all on everything that as happening in Bleach along with the future of Eclipse.
Zangetsu's True Form: Damn this pisses me off! And to tell you the truth I really don't know why. I already know that a lot of you will ask if I will had Ichigo's true zanpakuto into Eclipse, so I'm going to get this out of all of your dread filled hearts already. Most defiantly I will have Zangetsu's true form into all this! I love the way my man Kubo design both blades. I thought Zangetsu looked badass after he got his powers back, this right now is just fucking insane on how those blades will make Ichigo look even more badass then he already is. But it is going to be a bit hard to try and get Ichigo's fighting style to change a bit up, but I really think it's going to be a lot better than his already expert swordsmanship skills he as. So as I said before, Zangetsu's true form will be added into the mix, just after a really major battle that's going to have the old Zangetsu shredded and useless.
Next, people seem to not really get what Ichigo's new Zangetsu is all about. I think only my friend Rialga and I know what Zangetsu's true form means about Ichigo's powers from the people I know on this site. First, is new Zangetsu is just not about his Hollow powers being his true zanpakuto, if ya thought that, then I'm sorry to say that you are really wrong if ya thing that. At first I thought that as well, but immediately push that aside when I saw both his Hollow and 'the old man' floating above him when he was looking at both the blades in his hands. Both blades represent a different facet of his powers: the larger blade represents his Hollow (the manifestation of his Shinigami/Hollow powers) and the smaller blade represents "the old man" (the manifestation of his Quincy powers). That's what I believe Zangetsu's true form is all about, not just all about his damn Hollow powers like everyone believes it to be when it actually isn't.
Progress in Bleach has been going with every freaking chapter that comes out, and I must say that I love every minute of it. A bit disappointed though, wish Bleach really didn't have to go with a five week leave like this. From what I seeing, the next chapter might not be up until the beginning September or the end of August. With everything that has been going on with the recent chapters of Bleach, I can no longer but it off like I wish. His Quincy powers, is something that I can't really keep out like that since there a major part of his powers, so I will be adding that in, not soon though just like his zanpakuto's true form. Hope ya understand. Also, damn I really hate this, but the bastard leader of the Quincy armies name as changed again, along with the organization. His name is no longer Juha Bach from what my man Kubo as said, his true name is that of Yhwach. The Vandenreich is no longer the organization's name either, its true full name is now that of Wandenreich, which to me just sounds a bit better from the last, along with the Quincy King as well.
Eclipse itself: Don't worry; I still have a very good bit left until I'm fully able to finish this like I would want to. Just hope ya like it, a lot of things are soon going to be happening along with a lot of killing of both main characters and antagonist. Having not been writing nothing for Eclipse for the last past four months, just don't think I've haven't thought of nothing on what I will do next with this series. I was going to have a three parts to this, but I change my mind and put it to a five parts that I really think most of you will enjoy a lot. Might as well tell ya, since it's not really going to change much of the surprise each story will give.
Second Naruto: People will be pissed off about this, but I have always wanted to write a fanfiction with Bleach and Naruto, with Ichigo being as the main character and not just Naruto having all the damn women that makes them look bad. I have fully decided to start this off at the beginning of when The Five Great Shinobi Village was first established, with Madara still being a Leaf Shinobi at the time. Something will happen for Ichigo to be toss into this world, due to means in the Rosario+Vampire world coming to a decision-I'm not saying no more on that before I mess everything up for ya. Where I got this form? You can thank that bastard Yhwach for giving me this idea in the first place. If ya really don't know what I'm talking about, reread the fight between Yamamoto and Yhwach then you will see. This will probably have 20 or so chapters.
Third Naruto: After… the events of the second part of the series, this will mostly a bit be a part of Ichigo and Moka's kids, along with grandkid as well. A lot of things will happen in this one, along with the Akatsuki thing as well. Just one thing I need to ask all of my readers, how you would feel with Jiraiya been one of Ichigo's kids. I thought this would work but it might have a bit a problem with this, due to Jiraiya being a part of Naruto's growth. It could still happen, but it will change a lot due to Jiraiya being Ichigo's son. If you could follow what I'm saying, then this will be that Jiraiya will not be able to teach Naruto like he did in canon. If ya don't like that, I had another part where I was going to have Minato as one of Ichigo's son, but have another oc character that is Naruto's father, more on this if ya want this to happen. Everyone seems to really hate Minato with a passion on fanfiction, so I thought I could give him a major role in this part, due to him being Ichigo's son. Or I can make both Jiraiya and Minato Ichigo's sons, but have Naruto a part of both the Uzumaki clan and the Senju-you kind of know where I going with this.
Fourth One Piece:Very Shocking isn't it? This is still on the go for a run on thought that I was thinking about while just reading other fanfiction. If ya like this one to be gone through with, this will happen around a good 1200 years after The Fourth Shinobi War. Due to something that as happen on a large island of people, Ichigo as reawakens from a seal he was place under after the final battle of the war. The World Government, to say the least, Ichigo will put a major wag in to what they say is absolute justice.
Final, Kingdom Hearts: Nuff said, this will be a rewrite of my Destiny Hearts fic. Nothing else, just hope you will seriously enjoy it as much as I will be writing it.
WARNING: For taking too damn long to update like I should have months ago! This shit will be getting a lot darker. So if you're not ready for any of it, please do not read for the sake of yourself. But if you love all this dark stuff like I do, then please be ready for the ride of your life.
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!
Hope you enjoy
Onto the Story
Eclipse
The former Tres (Spanish for three) Espada, Odleschwanck Tu Nelliel, grunted in pain as she tried desperately to remove the arm from around her neck. Her well-toned body was in shambles, resembling that of a woman that had been nothing more than sick pleasure for that of various men. For well over a eight months since she had been captured since the battle of Karakura Town, she had been constantly beaten, torture, and raped by various Youkai of all kinds, just so she could fill each of their desires. She hated this, but no matter what happen to her over the past months, she stayed believed every word that her Fraccion had told her.
"Nel-sama, you must never give into them." Guatiche Pesche said as his body began to break down into spiritual particles, "I know you think that Kurosaki-sama is dead, but." He smiled at her, "I know that he's alive and he will come for you."
She couldn't allow herself to give in, but to her utter failure, the long waving greenish-blue haired Espada knew she could no longer wait for the orange haired shinigami. Time was no longer something she could give up, a month ago during one of her torture sessions with those bastards, she had learn that a few of the shinigami that fought to save Karakura Town had survive. Coming to a decision to pay back Ichigo for his kindness for protecting her in her child form, she broke free from her confinements and escaped from Fairy Tales seventh branched along with the shinigami that was just a badly wounded as she was. To repay Ichigo back for the kindness he had always showed her, she wanted to at least try and saved a person that Ichigo considered one his dear comrades.
But she utterly failed
Nelliel curse herself for her stupidity, knowing full well she should have thought things through before she acted on anything. But she couldn't wait. Before she had been taking away from Karakura Town, she had seen everything there is about the man she thought of as a father she had never had. The kind, punkish orange haired shinigami had changed drastic, forming himself into nothing but a devil of nothing but carnage and death. His eyes were no longer held the same kindness and determination they had in them, it was the same eyes that gave her so much strength during the time he had come to Hueco Mundo looking for Orihime. No, because of this man holding her over this skyscraper above the burning city of Shinjiku City, they had changed her father into nothing more than a demonic devil looking for nothing but to destroy everything that caused him pain.
Odleschwanck Tu Nelliel hated Sosuke Aizen more than anything for what he had done to her father; the orange haired shinigami had done nothing for him to deserve the pain he was going through. She could feel it, even if it was so far away, she could feel the emotions that were going through her father. It was painful to bear what he was feeling, and even though she felt shameful for even feeling something like this, she was glad that she didn't have to experience everything he was feeling.
Her heart wrenched at the pain he must be feeling, the overwhelming burden he must be dealing with knowing that he was the only one in this entire dimension that was strong enough to defeat Sosuke Aizen and that damn Quincy King Yhwach. The greenish-blue haired Espada growled in pure hatred, casting her gaze towards the ancient year old Quincy. Nelliel would never deny her feeling for hating Sosuke Aizen for everything she had did, along with one of the reason why Orihime was dead, but she will never forgive this bastard for what he had done to Kurosaki Ichigo. It was his entire fault that Sosuke Aizen was even able to break free from his confinements deep within that of Soul Society; it was his fault that Ichigo will never be able to see his comrades, or his family again in this world.
It was his entire FAULT!
She chocked back a sob, tears beginning to leak from her large hazel eyes, why? It was something that someone like Ichigo should be living with. She had only be around him for a short amount of time, but he had staked everything he could to try and protect her, even though he was a Shinigami, and she an Arrancar. He couldn't care less about that, during the little time they were together, the orange haired teen had deem her someone worth dying for. Nelliel refuse to be anywhere else expects by his side, she wanted to try and break apart the pain he was feeling right now, even if it was small enough just to cause him some amount of joy in his broken life.
Why did this man have to show is face again in the world? Why didn't he just stay dead like the peace of filth he was? This world was just somewhere that he would never belong. But he didn't, just like a thousand years ago, he wanted nothing else but to through this world into a fit of chaos. She snarled in disgust, just looking at the sick pleasurable look he was casting over the city of burning humans. But no matter how much she wanted to blame him and Aizen for everything that was happening in this world, she could not.
What was happening to the human city of Shinjiku was her fault, if she would have just waited in the seventh branch and waited for Ichigo like she should, did this city of thousands of humans would have never had to suffer like they were. Due to her being an Espada level Arrancar, she could feel every human's soul that was being eaten by the thousands of hollows these bastards set free into the city. She felt sick, looking down at her kind who practically gave their food a chance to run, just before hundreds of hollows jumped on one human soul. Even though she herself was a hollow, this was not the way she thought her kind was supposed to be acting. Not a single one of them cared, they were killing everything in sight, tearing to pieces even humans that begged to spare them, and they still didn't allow a single ounce of mercy to enter their already empty souls.
These weren't Hollow's to her, even though she knew they were acting like a hollow should, Nelliel thought they were nothing more than tools, beast that were being use to extract the law of even two bigger disgusting monsters. She clenched her eyes close and bent her head down, her long greenish-blue haired covering her eyes from view. She wanted all this to stop, this destruction and carnage was nothing more than foolishness. Nel always thought that senseless violence was nothing more than the form of beast that wanted nothing else to share their animalistic natural with others. She had always been relatively level-headed in terms of how to fight, if one's excuse for a battle is to fight out of hatred, prejudice, or simple competition, as that weakling Nnotira does, then it is merely instinctual and animalistic, and that it makes nothing like that worth fighting.
But this, what she was seeing below her, was something that she would ever be able to take with a straight face. This was not the simple act of hunger, something that Hollow's did to feel the holes within their heart, what she was seeing below her had nothing to do with that. This was a simple act of pure evil, from what she was seeing, the countless people that were being treated like nothing more than lambs, not even the depth of hell itself wasn't this bad. Thousands of large poles of nothing but reishi were scattered across the large city, human bodies being stabbed upon them and bleeding badly to the hollow below them. It was sick and disgust to see, the hollows under the poles had seemed to forget all intelligence, and clawed at the poles to get towards the humans souls that were screaming for help.
Help me!
She winced, trying as hard as she could to block out the screams of pain of the humans below her. Nelliel couldn't save any of them, no matter how much she wanted to, her body was just to beaten and badly damage to do anything to be able to help them. She cursed, if only she had thought things through, if only she wasn't so anxious to see Ichigo, then none of this would be happening. Using a bit of her strength, she turns her head a bit in sadness to stare at the blue eyed Siren Youkai that had tried to help her escape with the badly wounded shinigami. Her foolishness had cost the dark blue collar-length haired dearly, the only human that didn't care about what she was, the woman she had treated as a mother, was being torn apart by numerous of youkai and Hollows below them.
The long greenish-blue haired former Espada chocked up a sobbed, looking at the nineteen year old Youkai with pain in her eyes. "I'm… sorry San-chan," Nelliel cried out softy. "If… I would have never…tried to escape… then none of this would ever have happen." She lowered her head, "Please forgive me."
Otonashi San, informant of the Dark Lord Mikogami Tenmei, gave the former Espada a kind bloodied smile. Even a powerful hatred was flaring in her soul; it was not cased at the greenish-blue haired Espada mere inches away from her. Even though they didn't spend as much time together as she wanted to, the dark blue haired Siren had come to view Nelliel as a dear friend, almost like a sister that she was never given the chance to have. She had first met the Espada beaten almost to death, along with the black haired half dead shinigami. But even through all the pain she had been feeling, Nelliel had bear through it all to smile at her and asked for help. It was something that she couldn't object to, so she took them both in and cared for both of them for weeks.
It may have been a mistake to many other people, but it was one that San would never allow herself to admit to, no matter what pain she had to go through because of it. This day was going to come anyway, and even though she had lost someone dear to her in a brutal way, her mother had always taught her never to give up hope. She had made mistakes in her passed, like walking away from the one man that loved her more than anything. Even though it felt wrong for her to feel this way, she had looked at the greenish-haired Arrancar as a chance to fix mistakes that were already made during her life. It was a chance to forgive her over everything she had done.
She suddenly grunted and held in the pain as a fist slammed across her face, a moment later she head a sick laughter broke through around her. Looking up, she glared hatefully at the long blonde haired Siren that stood before her. He was a part of her own race, but he had taken the sick pleasure of killing humans far more than any Siren she had known. Kamiya Kanade loved killing humans more than anything, not caring if anyone of they begged for their lives, just like he had done her mother's husband Kawamoto's Marin. She had never wanting to kill anyone, but this man before her deserves all the pain that she would be extracting on his body. Otonashi San swore to herself that she would not die, that she was going to bear all the pain she needed to see that this man and the bastard on side of him was dead.
She will see them DEAD!
Another fist slammed into her stomach, causing her eyes to widen in pain. She coughs violent, trying as hard as she could to get her breathing to come out correct. She needed to endure, no matter how much they beat her into the ground, and she needed to wait until Kurosaki Ichigo was able to save them from what they were going through. The Fallen Blood Angel, the Crimson King, and all the names she had heard about him. In all honestly, she was a bit scared of him after hearing the stories about him, but Nelliel had assured her that he was one of the nicest people she could meet. So she could do nothing but wait, to endure anything they could give her.
Her thoughts were suddenly cut off as a finger cover in flames touch her cheek, carving a deep line slowly across her face. She screamed in pain, trying desperately to cover up the pain she was feeling. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not bear the pain that her face was going through; it hurt more than anything that she had gone through. Looking up through the pain, she sick golden eyes of the former leader of the Public Safety Committee, Kuyou no Yoko. Even though she hated Kamiya Kanade for what he had done to his mother, she hated this fox bastard more than anything for what he had made her do to the man she loved.
The dark blonde, fox like man before her laughed darkly, taking sick joy in the pain he was causing the Siren's in front of him. "After all this time since you left Yokai Academy, I finally be able to take the sweet revenge I always wanted against you." Kuyou stated with sick joy in his eyes.
Grunting, San glared at him. "You… can do what you wish to me," She stated with determination. "But no matter what you do to me, I will never scream." Another punch slammed into her stomach, causing her entire body to scream out in pain, but a scream did not passed through her lips.
Kamiya Kanade smirked at this, "You'll never scream you say?" He blasted her with a song, which was directed towards her arm. The blue haired Siren grunted, but still did not scream as the one before her wanted her too. "Don't worry San, you might think you might not scream, but before we're finish with you, a scream will pass through those lips of yours."
Seeing her dear friend being hurt, Nelliel began to struggle with all her might to break free from the man that was holding her. "Let me go you damn monster!" She growled out, feeling weaker each time she tried to struggle. "Leave her along; she has nothing to do with any of this."
"Oh?" A sudden dark polite voice said a voice that made Nelliel sick to her stomach. "But she does have something to do with this, my former Tres Espada." The voices body stepped forward out of the darkness, revealing the man that Nelliel hated more than anything for what he did to her father. "You were my prisoner, my pawn to be used for my own uses, but when you escaped and went to her for help, you involved her in everything."
Nelliel growled in rage, her eyes taken a dark hazel then they already were. "Shut the fuck up you damn, sick fucking monster!" She spat out in disgust. She wasn't one to use words like this, but for everything she had did to her friends, comrades and family, he deserves not an ounce of respect for what he has done to them. "I don't want to hear a word from a traitorous bastard like you!"
Sosuke Aizen, former Tachiou of the fifth Division of the Gotei thirteen smiled at her, but it was filled with sick darkness that made the former Espada shudder in fear. This man before her was nothing but scum, every life he had come into contact with was destroy because of what he had use them to do, or he just destroyed them do to them no having anymore use to him. During his time as a captain, and the leader of the Arrancar Army, he initially appeared to be very kind, well-respected and was looked up to by many around him. However, this was just a mask to disguise his manipulative, and very dangerous, nature. In truth from what she had find out about him, he cares very little for his underlings (both past and present), and is willing to use almost everyone around him as pawns to achieve his goals.
In his own sick words from what she could remember him saying above the burning destroyed city of Karakura Town, he claims to be unaffected by an form of morals or ethics, as he views them as mere restrictions on his potential. He is, therefore, which he has proven countless times in the past, willing to stop at nothing to further his selfish ambitions, including manipulating or killing anyone if he deems it to be necessary. He is fond of long, complicated, and somewhat convoluted plots, and frequently appears to toy with underlings for amusement. Unlike most of the other Shinigami she knew, which appear to have some kind of honor and kindness, including some Espada, Aizen lacks genuine compassion and honor for anything.
She could not understand it, how could her former comrades allow themselves to follow someone like this? Fear can only push one so much. This man, more like Lucifer, had view them as nothing more than chess pieces on a chess board. They all could see it; she knew that all of them could see it. So why did they follow him? Was it loyalty? Could it really be that they were loyal to this bastard of all things? It just didn't seem that possible to her. She suddenly felt a soft hand on her cheek, looking up she reared back in disgust and looking at the man she hated.
"Don't touch me you bastard!"
Sosuke Aizen, traitor of the Gotei thirteen smiled at her, not in the least bit angry at her words. "It's ashamed really my Espada," he informed her in a soft dark voice. "I never really wanted none of the Arrancar that I gave power to hate me."
Nelliel spat at him at disgust, "You are nothing to me you scum." She growled out in disgust, "The only reason you gave me this power was too use me to further your goals."
Aizen, unaffected by her words, nodded at what she was saying. "Yes, I must say, that was indeed why I gather all you together like that." He replied, a clam dark expression on his face. "I needed an army to face against The Gotei thirteen, but even with the army I had, they were still too weak to be able to kill them."
"You are sick aren't you?" Nelliel said, looking at the man with a shock expression on her face. "Even with those same Arrancar standing behind you, those words would still come out of your mouth?" She glared at the newly revived eight Espada of the former Arrancar Army. "Every last one of you still doesn't care do you? You'll still follow this man even after everything he has said." The greenish-blue haired Espada was about to say something else, but was cut off as a dark large fist slammed into her face. She glared at him, spitting out the blood that formed into her mouth.
"What arrogance you speck," A clam voice said, which was being covered by a heavy amount of anger. "Aizen-sama was the one that gave your life, a life that you live before you were nothing more than a mere Vasto Lorde." The voice scoffed a bit, but it was so small that no one could hear it, "How can you speck to the man that as given you a better life? Such arrogance that it makes me sick to hear it," the voice was about to say something else, but it was cut off as blood splashed across its right cheek.
"Such arrogance? Do you honestly think I care about what you think about me?" Nelliel stated in cold anger. "You, Rureaux Zommari, are the very aspect of arrogance. You have no right whatsoever to call anyone else that name. Sosuke Aizen is nothing more than a beast in human form, a thing that wishes to destroy everything around him. He cares little about comrades, and even being brought back from the dead, you still do not understand any of it."
The Septima (Spanish for seventh) looked at the greenish-blue haired Arrancar with a look of anger on his face.How dare this bitch say something like that to him! It was nothing wrong with giving his loyalty and respect to the man that had given him power, along with bringing him back from death itself. No matter if he wanted to use him as nothing more than a pawn, which he knew wasn't true, he would serve his lord faithfully without any word. He simple could not understand how she could sit here and say something to the man that gave her a better life than what she had previous, it was just simple filled with arrogance that he hated more than anything. How could she say something like that? How could she try to protect a Shinigami of all things? The same beings that which to do nothing but destroy them for what they are.
"Tell me, Odleschwanck Tu Nelliel," The dark-skinned Espada said, trying hard to control his anger. It was hard, even for someone like who spend time meditating. "How could you, and Espada level Hollow of all things, try and protect a Shinigami of all things?"
Nelliel simple glared at him, wonder if the man before her was just this stupid or he just was in denial about such things that were not hard at all. How could she not try and protect Kurosaki Ichigo? Considering what he had did for her when he didn't even have to, is was not hard at all to even thing about protecting him. For the greenish-blue haired former Espada, it was just something that was so natural for her to do. Even now, after failing to protect his friends and a town of thousands of human souls, she still wanted to try all she can to make sure she can repay him for his kindness. To her, that orange haired kind Shinigami was her father, and she will never stand here and hear anyone talk about him.
Her hazel eyes turn dark, almost black as she glared at the Septima Espada. "You really are a fool aren't you Rureaux Zommari?" She asked, actually laughing darkly at the dark-skinned Arrancar's sheer foolishness.
"What?" Zommari growled out, glaring hatefully at the former Tres Espada,
Nelliel smirked darkly, and both Aizen and Yhwach thought they saw something similar between her and Kurosaki. "How can something like this, after everything Itshgo as done for me, how can I not protect him when he himself at times cannot?" She laughed at him, but it was filled with so much darkness that the dark-skinned Espada stepped back a bit in shock. "He's someone I view as my father, and as his daughter, I will never allow scum like you talk about him in front of my face!"
He simple could not believe this! How can she just try to protect a Shinigami of all things! The very same beings that wish to do nothing else but slaughter hollows like lambs. He shook his head mentally, knowing that what she was doing right now had nothing to do with arrogance. No, it was nothing more than pure foolishness. A shinigami of all things would never care for a Hollow; the thought of something like that ever happen is nothing more than preposterous. That Shinigami she loved so much was dead anyone, similar blown away by the sheer power of Aizen-sama and his Majesty. No matter how much she talks, there was no way that this fool shinigami would ever be able to walk again in this world.
He shook his head, looking down at Nelliel like she was nothing more than a beaten dog looking for its master. "No matter what you say, it means no difference." Zommari said in a clam dark voice. He was getting back control of his anger, knowing for a fact that nothing this beaten dog says was true. She was only speaking out of desperation, trying to calm her mind knowing that her master was dead. He laughed mentally at it, feeling once in his Hollow life good that those damn shinigami were no more.
"My father isn't dead."
It was only a statement, something that he might have passed off as nothing more than her trying to tell herself that isn't true. But after knowing this woman for so, he knew for a fact that she just would not say something just out of words. The Quinto (Spanish for fifth) Espada, Gilga Nnoitrafrowns at this. His one exposed dark gray eye narrowed; just maybe what this bitch was saying was nothing more than the true. Maybe that weak Shinigami he remembered beating into the ground like he was nothing was alive, it may be impossible to believe, but it does sound like something that might be true. He smirked darkly at it, his bloodlust coming off his body in waves. If that weak shinigami was alive, then this was the perfect moment for him to be able to toy with him again, play with him just before he killed him.
"I must say," The tallest Espada suddenly spoke up, causing the greenish-haired former Espada to glare hatefully at him. "If what you say is true, and if he is alive, it is something I can believe."
Nelliel glared coldly at him, "And what do you mean by that?" She asked darkly, just daring the bastard to say something about her father that she wasn't going to like. "Are you implying that my father is scared? That he would simple run and hide from two monster that he has no fear of?" She was about to say something else, but what cut off as a giant moon-shaped zanpakuto slammed into her left shoulder. But it didn't matter to her, her body right now was too beaten up to care about injuries any more, her hazel eyes glared at the bastard before her with nothing more than hate.
Seeing that the woman he hated more than anything didn't scream out in pain, it surprise him a bit, due to her body being in the condition it was in. But he smirked nonetheless, if she could just endure pain like this, then it was just going to make things just more fun.
"Yes, this shinigami you call your father is nothing more than a weakling." He sneered out mockingly at her. "As I said before, if the bastard his still alive, then he finally did something smart and hide like the coward he is." Nnotira leaned down closer, licking her face with his long tongue as he did. "But make no mistake you bitch, if he does come around here, I will personally bring back his corpse in pieces for you just to play with."
He was surprise when she smirked at him, "Don't even think something like that would happen you foolish piece of scum." She spat out in disgust, "You dare stand there and call my father weak? When it was those two bastards that ran from him? Just how stupid can you be you beast?"
The Quinto Espada snarled in anger, feeling livid that this weak bitch would dare call him something like that. "You bitch!" He all but shouted, "Don't you dare call me weak! That bastard Shinigami you call your father is nothing more than a weak bastard! And I'll prove it if he dare shows his face here!"
"Oh he's coming, Gilga Nnotira." She stated darkly, her eyes focus on every last revived Espada around her. "He will come for me, along with San and his shinigami friend." She raised her hand slowly and pointed directly as them, "He's not the same as he once was, and due to this he will kill every last one of you without any hesitation whatsoever."
"How poorly said, my dear Nelliel," A meticulous sadistic voice said. "It's funny that you would even think something like that, how could this Kurosaki Ichigo be so much more powerful than Aizen-sama, when he was barely above that then even Grimmjow?"
The greenish-blue haired Espada glared at the man standing on the far left side of Nnotira, looking down at her like she was nothing more than an ant to him. He was a petty looking Espada, barely anything she even worth considering her time to even spare. He has shoulder-length pink hair with bangs on the right side of his forehead, with two thin lines missing hair on the left side of his head and amber eyes. The remains of his Hollow mask take the form of rectangular-framed glasses, giving him a scholarly appearance. His cloths differ from the original Arrancar uniform.
Instead of a normal jacket, he wears a long shirt that covers his entire torso up to the top of his neck. He has three stripes on his uniform, each starting at his collar with two running to each side of his chest and one down the middle. He also wears white gloves. His face is the only part of his body that is exposed in his uniform. His name, Szayelapporro Granz, the same bastard that helped Nnotira is able to attack her off guard. Just like the tallest Espada, she thought him nothing more than a beast, just one that was far too weak to make a move by himself.
Nelliel smirked a bit, her long haired covering her eyes from view. "Weaker?" She replied, the words coming out of like they weren't supposed to be there. "It's funny you even say Grimmjow's name in front of me, you former comrade, even knowing that those two bastards killed him."
Szayelapporro chuckled darkly at that, "What?" He said, "Do you think I should feel angry? Grimmjow was nothing more than a dog that needed to be but down."
"No." A voice suddenly said, coming out in deep rags.
The pink haired Octava (Spanish for eighth) looked behind him, eyes widening as he saw the beaten shinigami looking at him with dark gray eyes. "And what do you mean by that?" He asked, his voice coming back from its shock.
Holding the shinigami by his throat, the ancient Quincy smirked at him. "Yes, I must say I'm interested in what you're going to say." His reddish brown eyes grew with dark amusement. His Majesty, leader of the Wandenreich army, and Kami to all Quincy smile grew at this. He was a tall man, whose long face has a broad chin and pronounced cheekbones. He has long black hair, which reaches to his lower back, and reddish-brown eyes with thin eyebrows. He has well-kept mutton chops which connect with a mustache, but is otherwise clean-shaven. His usual attire consists of a white, double-breasted trench coat, which was the Wandenreich symbol on the middle, with large buttoned cuffs and lapels, white trousers, and trench boots. Over this, he wears a tattered, ankle-length black cloak, which has a red ribbon near the neck and his fastened to his left with a single large button.
Turning his head to the side a bit, Sosuke Aizen smile grew with sick amusement. "As I would as well," He replied. "So please enlighten us, Tachiou of the sixth Division, Kuchiki Byakuya."
The 28th Head of the Kuchiki Clan glared murderous at both men that stood before him, feeling his anger boil over higher than it ever as. Everything that as happen towards his comrades, his squad members, his fucking sister was all these two fault. The Gotei thirteen, to his utter shame, was no more. These two had mange to do something that not a single person in history as ever been able to do. He hated these two, and no matter what happen to his body or his very soul, he would make sure these two suffered for everything that had wrought to this world.
He couldn't stop it, no matter how much he wanted to, he knew his body was too badly damage for him to do anything. He had watch, looked on with hatred burning in his eyes as thousands of Hollow tore through every human soul they came in contact with. He was a damn Shinigami of all things! A being that swore on his soul that he would protect human souls even if it cost him his life, but look at him, he was nothing more than a beaten dog that couldn't even beat one of this damn Quincy's soldiers of all things. His body was in shambles; his shihakusho was tore to shreds, along with his captain's haori. The long sessions of torture showed all over his body, along with the two holes in his body that was in his stomach and close to the left side of his chest. But even with all the pain he was going through, he refuse to let either of these bastards hear him scream or die.
"He was an Espada, and I a Shinigami." The Tachiou of the sixth Division said his voice growing dark as he looked at the two of the source of his hate. "But he did what he must to protect his home, which I can say he has more pride then anyone of you."
The brown haired traitor smirked, "I never thought I would hear you of all people saying something like that Kuchiki Byakuya." He replied, "But you must be shock are you not? That it was possible for me to bring back my Arrancar Army?"
Byakuya glared at him, "Your words are nothing more than meaningless." He stated darkly, "It should be impossible for you to bring back Hollows that were slayed by zanpakuto back to the way they were."
Yhwach, listening to what they were saying, chuckled darkly. "You are correct, something like that should be impossible for us to be able to accomplish." He said, "But with the Hogyoku (Breakdown Sphere), something like that could be possible for us to accomplish."
"Impossible," The black haired shinigami spat. "That's not possible, four captains class shinigami seal that damn thing away from anyone to get near it."
"That is true," Sosuke said, "The Sotaicho did seal it away, along with the help of Unohana, Kisuke, and Isshin. After we destroyed the Gotei thirteen, we went to retrieve the Hogyoku from where it was. But it wasn't there, from what I can see, the Sotaicho planned this if he were every killed."
"But that still doesn't explain anything, how was it possible for you to bring back these scum of Espada?" Byakuya growled out, showing anger he never did before. "No matter if you had the Hogyoku in your possession, it's not possible for you to do something like that."
Sosuke Aizen shook his head, looking at the black haired shinigami like he was nothing more than a beaten child of some sort. "You are correct; by myself I would not be able to accomplish something like this by myself." He explained, suddenly holding up a pure black and red sphere. It was cracked in several places, but the black haired shinigami could not deny what he was seeing before him. "But with thousands of souls of both Youkai and humans, along with both my power and Yhwach, it was a matter that could be done."
"You…" The black haired shinigami was too shock to say anything else, he could no believe what he was hearing. Byakuya knew he wasn't lying to him, but it was still hard to believe that a shinigami of all things could do something like this. He shook his head mentally and snarled darkly, no, this bastard before him was far from a shinigami. He was nothing more than a beast, a monster that he swore he was going to put down. "You're a disgrace! You deserve nothing more than death."
Yhwach loved everything he was seeing, looking at this weak shinigami before him, a War Potential, he felt a bit disappointed at him. "I must say Kuchiki," The king of the Quincy said, "You are nothing more than a disappointment to me."
"Fuck you." Byakuya spat out, trying hard to keep his body from shutting down on him.
"You are nothing like your grandfather, Kuchiki Ginrei who was one of the thirteen devils in the Gotei thirteen that I respected the most." The long black haired ancient Quincy said, his reddish brown eyes lowering more in disappointment. "But, as you have, he has become a disappointment as well."
"As I said before, fuck you." The Tachiou of the sixth Division growled out, "And you don't even have the nerve to even speak about my grandfather in such a way."
Yhwach said nothing, only smirking at the shinigami that was nothing more than a mere child compared to him. Keeping his reddish-brown eyes on the shinigami in his left hand, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. A second later, a dark figure suddenly appeared at his side, making Kuchiki Byakuya's eyes widened in shock. Even though he didn't show it on his face, he was a bit shock to see her standing here before him like this. He suddenly shook his head, trying to get over the emotions he was feeling growing in his heart. This was not the time for him to be feeling anything else other than hate, even though it was an emotion he did not like showing, it was something he needed to make him live long enough to see them dead.
Standing at Yhwach was a young woman seemly around the age of twenty or twenty-one. She has pale skin, red eyes with a slit in each, and blackish blue hair that made her beauty grow even more for the black haired captain. She was wearing a torn traditional Chinese cheongsam, her preferred black attire along with knee high combat boots. But to his anger and shame, Byakuya could clearly see the small amount of joy in her eyes as she looked down a bit at the human's souls that were being devoured. He shook his head, still not getting over a fact that she of all people would change at all. Maybe he was stupid for even trying, to change a person like that fool Kurosaki. He chuckled mentally at remembering the orange haired shinigami he consider one of his greatest comrades, it was funny that of all times like this that he would be thinking about him.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Yhwach smirked darkly at it. "Interesting," He said. "I thought you would be able to see her, the woman that would remind you of you now dead wife, or your adoptive sister Kuchiki Rukia." Byakuya simply glared hatefully at him, to tire to move his body.
The girl standing by Yhwach side bowed, leaning her head down as she did. "What is it that you need of me, your Majesty?" She asked in a formal voice.
The Quincy King smirked at the young woman, feeling the hatred for him rolling of her in waves. He knew for a fact that this woman hated him more than anything, it was obvious the way she was glaring murderously at the ground before her. It wasn't just him she hated either; Sosuke Aizen was another one that she hated more than anything as well. Do to the two of them completely destroying Fairy Tale and taking it over as their own, she hated that Youkai were looked down by them as nothing more than dogs. Which was true, Yhwach cared little for every Youkai that was standing around him, they were nothing more than pawns to make sure that Kurosaki grew as strong as he could.
After everything was done with, and her use was no longer needed, the blackish blue haired girl was going to be slaughter like the rest of her kind. Youkai, Shinigami, Hollows, and that of humans were nothing more than object, tools to be used for his amusement. He wanted nothing more than chaos to be brought into this world; he wanted to see just how the world should be in the state of hell, one that he would rule with an iron fist. He chuckled mentally at it, feeling his goal being close to him. All he needed was to see just how strong Kurosaki Ichigo can become; he wanted the world to feel one more source of hope just before it was killed.
"Tell me, Kuroi Akuma (Black Devil), do you know what your mission is?" He asked, looking down at the blackish blue haired woman.
The Kuroi Akuma grunted, lowering her head so she would not have to look the bastard before her in the eyes. She hated this man, more than anything in this curse world she lived in. He treated Youkai as they were nothing more than tools to fill out his desires, but no matter how much she wanted to kill this man before her, she knew that she had no way to be able to defeat him. This man above her was nothing more than a dark plague, one that was going to destroy this world without a care in the world. He wanted nothing more than chaos, not just for humans who she believes deserved it, but to every race that was born within this dimension.
But to her shame, she had to follow this man as long as she could. He wanted her to go after Kurosaki Ichigo, the same piece of dirt that she swore with everything that she was going to kill. That bastard had made a mistake, a dear mistake that was going to cost him his life. He had touched her dear Akashiya Moka in a way that she never thoughts a man would even think to do, for that, he had given her his life to do what she wish with it. It was small, something that she was disgusted that she was hiding, but she smirked darkly at the thought of finally going after that orange haired weakling.
"Yes your Majesty, I do know what you wish for me to do." She stated, keeping her head down.
Yhwach nodded, forming a Heilig Pfeil in his hand. "I'm glad," He said, taking the javelin of reishi and stabbing Byakuya directly in the center of his chest. The black haired shinigami eyes widen, feeling a horrifying scream try to tear through his mouth, but he held it in with everything he could. He glared weakly at the Quincy King, mentally telling him that he refused with everything his soul had that he will not scream for anything.
The oldest of the Shuzen sisters, Shuzen Akua felt her entire body winced, but she said nothing and kept her head down. She would not say anything, no matter how hard her heart wanted her to scream out for her to say anything. In a large part of her mind, she hated what that damn shinigami had done to her, making her of all people feel something for him. Shinigami were just the same as these damn Quincy, treating Youkai as nothing more than things, scum that was lower than even those damn humans. But even though he did say much to her over the six months she as watch over him, she hated the fact that she started having feeling for him.
It shouldn't be possible for something like this to happen; she had sworn to herself a long time ago that she would never allow herself to care about anything other than her sisters. To her enemies that wanted to see her dead, she was nothing more than a brutal demon that would stop at nothing to see her goal completed. But somehow, someway without saying a word, he had managed to break down everything there was about her. If nothing else, she wanted to pay him back for at least caring about her, even though she could see it leaving his eyes quickly. That was something that she could never change, no matter how much she would try, she would never forgive these humans scum for what they had done Jasmine.
"Your mission is simple, Shuzen Akua." Yhwach started to explain, "When you locate Kurosaki Ichigo, use must learn him with everything you have into Shinjiku City."
Akua nodded, "What if he proves not to be as powerful as you thought he was your Majesty?"
Yhwach chuckled, "If he doesn't, which I highly doubt, then kill him." He stated, "If he allows himself to be weaker than a vampire of all things, then he deserve nothing more than death."
The blackish blue haired vampire growled at that insult, but nodded. "As you wish your Majesty," She stood up. This was something that she could not fail at, if she did manage to fail, and then there was no doubt in her mind that this man would kill her if she did come back. She suddenly stopped walking and looked back, staring Byakuya directly in the eyes. It was just that she wanted to see something in his eyes, something that she could see that he at least cared about her. But to her disgust and pain, she saw nothing more than a large amount of hate that was now directed towards her as well.
"Don't fail us Shuzen Akua," Sosuke Aizen suddenly spoke up, his dark voice sending a small shiver down her spine. "If you do, you die, but if you succeed, the man you're in love with will be set free."
What? The blackish-blue haired vampire turns around to stare at the brown haired shinigami with a cold look in her eyes. She bowed a bit, her left hand close to her chest as she did. "No means of disrespect, Aizen-sama." She growled out a bit, "But I do not like to be lied to."
Aizen only smiled at her," Is that so."
Akua had no time to react or dodge as a katana suddenly found its way across her left eye, carving a deep gash in her eye. She cried out in pain, dropping to her knees as she clutched her left eye in pain. She knew this shinigami standing before her was strong, but she at least thought she would be strong enough to be able to see him move if she needed to. But she didn't see a thing, which shocked her more than anything. For as long as she could remember, after what those humans had done to Jasmine, she had trained herself into the ground to be better than anyone that she would come into contact with.
But that did not matter to this man or that Quincy; they looked down at her like she was nothing more than a little girl, a girl that was looking for a toy to be used as. She hated it, and she wanted nothing else but to see these two suffer for what they have done to her. It was sickening that she knew she couldn't do it herself, but she only had to wait until she was able to get the chance she needed. It was time, and it was the only thing she needed to do to be able to see these two dead, for the way they treated her as nothing more than a weakling to her. They will pay.
The brown haired former tachiou of the Fifth Division smiled down at the wounded vampire, holding the bloody Kyoka Suigetsu in his right hand. "It's unfortunate that you would say something like that, wasn't it, Shuzen Akua." He said.
To her disgust, Akua could do nothing more than nod her head. "I apologize Aizen-sama; I will never doubt what you say again." She said, holding down the hate she was feeling. Her eye was healing a bit do to her vampire healing abilities, but she could tell that she would never be able to use her left eyes again.
Aizen nodded, looking over towards his newly revived Espada with a dark smile on his face. "Yes, do well to remember something like that." He informed her, "Do to that, I want Aaroniero Arruruerie to go along with you, just to make sure you want fail the mission."
The Noveno (Spanish for ninth) stepped forward, bowing at the man as he thought of as a master. "As you wish Aizen-sama," The concealed Noveno Espada said. "I will not fail you."
Aizen nodded, "Do well not, my dear Espada." He replied.
The pink haired Espada suddenly stepped forward, looking at the scene before him in interest. "Let me accompany them, Aizen-sama." He asked, bowing. "If the weak vampire does fail, then I wish to use her dead body as a test subject."
Akua growled at the disgusting pink haired Espada, feeling livid that he would even think she would fail. "You damn scum," She growled out, "Don't you dare underestimate me."
Szayelapporro grinned a bit, but it was filled with sick pleasure. "Oh, I'm not underestimating you at all my dear." He stated, pushing up his glasses as he did, "I just know that you will fail, and I be waiting to use that body of yours as a test subject." Akua growled and shot off the skyscraper they were on, not even bothering to say something to the scum behind her.
Aizen smirked, and nodded. "You can go, just make sure your mission is accomplish." The two Espada nodded, before vanishing in a punch of Sonido (Spanish for 'Sound').
Yhwach smirked, looking over towards one of his Stern Ritter. "Bazz-B, come forward." He commanded, looking as a tall Stern Ritter stepped forward and bowed on one knee to him.
Bazz-B, designation 'H', keeps his hair in a long Mohawk hairstyle, and wears a pair of earrings in either ear, some of which resemble nuts and screws. His attire is a variation upon the Stern Ritter's typical white uniform, consisting of the order's signature hooded cloak, a thigh-length trench coat, gloves, and pants which are cropped just above a pair of military boots. He also wears a thin chain around his neck, as well as black armbands around his biceps. The red-haired Mohawk Quincy felt himself smirk, feeling his bloodlust began to rip of his body in waves. It what he heard was true, then a Shinigami had manage to survive destruction, it was going to be fun to rip him to pieces while he begged for mercy.
"What is it that my king needs?" Bazz-B asked, his tone former as it could be.
Yhwach smirked, pushing the javelin of reishi, sending Byakuya crashing into a tall building into the distance. When the spoke clear, the black haired shinigami was stabbed directly into the building and hanging their like he had been crucified. The black haired Quincy King turn towards the greenish-blue haired former Espada, who was glaring at him with hate in her eyes, if he thought that he was going to make her scream, then he was going to be sadly disappointed. He summoned another Heilig Pfeil and stabbed it directly into the middle of her chest, Nelliel glared hatefully as he pushed it deeper into her body.
"Defiant to the end I see," Yhwach said. "I like that, from what I can see. You only have a couple of hours before your body breaks down into spiritual particles." He smirked darkly at her, "Hope that the man you view as a father will be able to save you before then."
"He will come, and when he does he will kill you." Nelliel growled out, feeling her body slamming into a building as the words left her mouth. It hurt more than anything; she could not feel anything within her body. But she had to push herself to last, night just for her, but for Ichigo as well.
"Go after them Bazz-B," Yhwach stated. "Make sure that none of them fail, along with pushing Kurosaki Ichigo as far as you could."
The red-haired Mohawk Quincy nodded, feeling excitement build up in his chest as he did. "Yes, you're Majesty." He stated, "I will not fail you." Without warning, he vanished with a burst of Hirenkyaku.
Seeing one of his soldiers leave, Yhwach turn back towards the brown haired shinigami with a smirk on his face. "Do you think they will be able to test them far enough?" He asked.
Sosuke Aizen shook his head, "Not in the least." He stated, "The only thing they will be able to do his further his anger, pushing him to hate us even more than he already does."
Yhwach laughed at that, "Yes, something like that I see happening as well." He looked down at the burning city with pleasure in his eyes, feeling alive for the first time over a course of a thousand years. The two monsters did nothing but laugh, feeling joy enter their dark souls as they watch the blood cover town residence scream in horror and pain.
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She felt disgusted with herself
How? She was one of the four Shuzen sisters, a part of the most powerful clan of vampire's in the entire world. So how did she allow this damn hybrid to beat her? Treat the battle they were just in like it was nothing more than a fun game to him? The more she thought about it the more she got angry with herself. How could she even allow herself to lose? When they had showed themselves to both her and Kurosaki, she had sworn she was going to kill that bastard for what he had done to her friends and sister. But to her utter shame and disgrace, she wasn't even able to land a direct blow on him.
The flaming orange haired young vampire curse mentally at her, wincing as the wounds that covered her body, "Damn it." She swore, "How did I lose to that bastard?"
Standing a couple of yards away from her, Yoshii Kiria smirked darkly as he looked at the beaten form of the youngest member of the Shuzen family. It was sweet pleasure to him to see her suffer, trying hard to hit him, even though she knew she would never be able to keep up with his speed. The only thing the young vampire had going for her was her immense strength, but that was nothing that he could not handle. Even though Kokoa had been strong physically more than him, if she couldn't land a direct his on him, then it was mere child's play to defeat her. He raised his left hand a bit, licking the blood of the long scythe like Kageromaru he had summon on his both his arms, which he had use to play with the weak girl before him.
It was honestly disappointing and pathetic, he thought since she was at least the daughter of both Shuzen Issa and Shuzen Gyokuro, that she would be at least a bit strong and powerful. But she had proven why she was nothing more than a weakling; it was so pathetic that he could do nothing more than laugh at it, liking the look of hatred she was directing towards his form. It was really the only thing she could do, it's not like she could beat him like she so desperately wanted to. The game he had played with her, since he refused to call it anything else, was nothing more than her trying to catch him. But she couldn't, and he paid her weakness with a price, carving her body up in numerous places.
It was obvious now why she was degraded as nothing more than a piece of trash, by both of her own parents to say the least. It was cruel, but he would have done the same thing if his daughter had been nothing more than a weak fool who was nothing more than a pile of arrogance. It was funny, no matter how many times he told her, she would not believe a word he told her. This… object had really thought her so called parents really loved her. She was just too damn dumb to see that she was an object to see if she could run the Shuzen family, and she had failed the test a long time ago.
The sliver/white haired hybrid smirked darkly, his bloodlust rising as he looked at the flaming orange haired girl behind the tall demonic looking orange long haired shinigami. He wanted nothing else but to hear her scream, hears the despair in her voice just before he ripped out her throat. Kiria scoffed, thinking that Gyokuro wouldn't even care if he brought her youngest daughter's head as a present; he honestly believed that the woman wouldn't even spear a glance at it. She already had the heir she wanted that was perfect to her, one far more powerful than this reject vampire. No matter, his mission was simple; kill Kurosaki Ichigo and anyone that was with him when he found him.
Those scum that thought he was their comrade had fail, all of them falling before the weakling before him like lambs to wolves. It was pleasurable to watch, for a long time no he had wanted nothing else but to kill them. But Kurosaki had proven to be a useful tool him, one that took cared of a problem that he didn't want to dirty his hands with. He swung his left bladed hand down, cleaning off the heavy amount of vampire blood on it. The blood scattered across the broken trees, ones which Kokoa had broken in an attempt to get to him.
"I must say Kurosaki Ichigo," The sliver/white hybrid said. "From what I heard about you, you're nothing more than a fallen demonic angel in human form, one that carves up his enemies and cares for no one. It surprise me, when you off all people, would interfere in me killing that thing behind you."
The flaming orange haired young vampire glared murderously at the young teen, feeling furious that he would even say something like that. But no matter how much his words she hated, Kokoa knew he was speaking somewhat of the truth. She had lost the fight between them; the state her body was in was proof of that. Do to his immense speed he had over her, she couldn't land a blow on him to end the fight; he just toyed with her before he was ready to kill her. It angered her more than anything to lose to him more than anything; it was just something about this bastard that made her more than angry with herself.
She was a vampire of all things, from the purist blood of the strongest clan of vampires, so it just have been nothing more than child's play to beat this bastard. She closed her eyes in frustration, no matter how many times she went through it; she still could not understand why she had lost. She should have been able to adapt to his speed, come up with some possible way to be able to be him. But she didn't, it was just like that bastard had said; she was nothing more than a weakling compared to her sisters.
She lowered her head a bit, her flaming orange hair covering her eyes from view. Without her even trying to, tears began to leak from her eyes, just thinking about what that hybrid had said about her parents. Was it really true about what he said? Did her mother and father think of her as nothing more than a disgraceful weakling? Just thinking about it made her feel weak. She didn't know how long she had pushed herself to be better, but no matter what she did, her own mother would never look at her with love in her eyes, only disappointment.
She was too young than to see it, along with being too damn stupid to even try to see what was right in front of her the entire time. Maybe Kurosaki was right about her; maybe she was nothing more than a damn bitch that deserve nothing more than pain in her life. It was something that she should welcome with open arms, along with anything the long haired shinigami before her wanted to do to her. Four years ago, during the time she knew she was truly happy; she should have tried as hard as she could to keep that happiness she had. If she did, and not acted like a childish bitch, then maybe none of this would have happened to her.
It was her fault that her Onee-sama was in nothing more than pain for four years, knowing that she could never be with the man she loved anymore. Even if Kurosaki Ichigo had been a human during the time, he had treated her sister like she was gold to him, like if she went away from his life during that time, which his entire soul would break to pieces. But four years ago when she was nothing more than a foolish child, which she admitted with disgust she still was, then maybe her sister would have never went through the pain she went through. Maybe she just like seeing others in pain, just so she could cover up the way she was feeling. Her own parents didn't love her, the people that brought her into this world.
"Maybe he's right," She mumbled to herself, nothing even wasting her time to wipe the tears from her face. "Maybe I am nothing more than a weakling, a disgrace that should not even be within the Shuzen family."
"Maybe what I thought about you was true," A cold dark voice said. "Maybe you are nothing more than a child, one that doesn't even know how to choose what she wants."
Pausing in her thoughts, Shuzen Kokoa looked up to stare into the dark chocolate brown eyes of the man of her thoughts. She was confused a bit at his words, but knew for some reason that he was doing nothing more than taunting her for her weakness. He knew from the beginning that she was nothing more than a weakling, that's why he had protected her just before Yoshii Kiria was able to kill her. Since he had reappeared in her life, she knew he had thought nothing more than her of nothing more than a child. Maybe he should have let this bastard kill her, just so she could leave this damn world with some kind of dignity left in her body.
"Right now Kurosaki," She mumbled to him. "I do not wish to fight with you; I finally figured out that everything you have said about me was right." She chocked a bit, "I am nothing more than a weakling, a disgrace that even my own mother and father would discard.
The long orange haired shinigami scowled darkly, looking down at the flaming orange haired girl with a look of anger in his eyes. Ichigo could not understand how was it even possible for him four years ago to even care about this girl? It was something hard that he still didn't understand fully. Maybe it had something to do with her being Moka's sister, or just a little girl that was just too damn naive to think straight by herself. As long as he could remember about her, this girl had done nothing else but followed every arrogant way of her parents. Now, after hearing what this damn bastard before her had said, she was now reduce to nothing more than a weak broken girl.
No matter how much this girl pissed him off, he didn't even think she even deserve to know that her own parents thought nothing of her. He knew, not from experience, that the way she was acting right now, was something that he saw everyone acting if they found out the truth about their mother and father. Kokoa had also been an arrogant little brat that did not know when to shut the fuck up, but she had a somewhat personality that he could somewhat respect from her. But this right now, what he was seeing crumbled being him like nothing more than a broken child, was not that same little girl that wouldn't back down from anything. He was sad really, if hearing words was the only thing that can break her down like this, then she really didn't deserve the little parse he was given her.
His eyes gain a darker glow to them, and he clenched Tenro's blade tighter in his hands as his fury grew even more than it was. That bastard Shuzen Issa was nothing more than a fucking disgrace, one that did not even deserve to be called a father by anyone. If what this ant before him said was true, then Ichigo felt himself cursed for not killing that bastard as brutally as he could. How could any man, a father of all things, think of their children as nothing more than pawns for a damn name? He snarled in disgust just thinking something like that. If he ever met that bastard again, then he was going to kill him without any hesitation on his part.
Six month ago when he had fought that scum, he knew in his already darken heart that he should have slaughtered that man when he had the chance. But to his shame, he didn't, thinking that both Moka and Kumiko would be sad for losing someone that they both cared about. His eyes narrowed, feeling his anger being better control than ever. After learning everything there is about his family, the sacrifices they made for this world, and then he knew more than anything that he could not fail at what he was born to do. That is why it made him so mad that this bastard vampire could do something like this, both his parents sacrifice their lives for him.
It was a disgrace to his parents name to know they had someone out there treated his kid like that, when he should love them like a father should. The orange haired shinigami knew he would never allow himself to treat Kumiko, his own daughter in such a way; he'll take his own damn life if something like that would happen. Even though everything happens in a bad way when she was born, both Kumiko and Moka was the only people that were keeping him from falling into completely darkness. If those two died, he knew full well that everything own this planet was going to be killed. In that moment if that every happened, he knew that he would turn into the same two scum that he sworn with his soul to kill.
He suddenly froze in thought, remembering just what he had been thinking about. What if that bastard Shuzen had thought of both Moka and Kumiko as the same way? He tightens his grip on his mother's hands so much that it started to bleed. It was more than official; Shuzen Issa was going to pay with his life for even thinking that Moka and Kumiko were his tools to be used. But first, before any of that could happen, he needed to get rid of that small rat that was standing a couple of yards away from him. He shifted his right leg back and his left leg in front of him, holding Tenro close with both hands close to the right side of his face.
"You seem to love to hear yourself talk," Ichigo said coldly. "It seems thinks will never chance with mere weaklings, they will always love to hear themselves talk, but beg for their lives when they meet death."
Yoshii Kiria glared darkly at the orange haired shinigami before him, feeling angry that he would even put him on the same level as those dead weaklings. "Typical," He scoffed, crossing the long blades in front of him like an x. "You talk about weaklings, but just like that think behind you, you're nothing but talk." He suddenly vanished, leaving nothing more than a swirl of cherry tree flowers.
Ichigo didn't move an inch, the only think that move on his body was his eyes that followed every move the sliver/white haired boy doing. To others, maybe his speed would be impressive to them and hard press to be able to follow. But to him, the boy was doing nothing but moving in speeds that were just higher than that of regular Hollows. He slides his left foot to the side, his body follow him as a long scythe like blade tried to crave into his body. It really wasn't like he needed to dodge any of his blows; he just wanted to see how far the ant could go just before he crushed it.
Kiria chuckled, moving around the orange haired shinigami with impressive speeds. "Very good, it's a surprise that you were even able to dodge me." He compliment, reappearing right next to Ichigo's left side. He looked up, smirking darkly as he looked at Ichigo who was looking down on him with the same cold look in his eyes. "But just like that object, you will never be able to keep up with my speed."
He swung, the long kageromaru scythe like blade tearing through anything that stood in itself way, wanting nothing else but to have blood stain its metal. The orange haired shinigami suddenly vanished in an instant, rematerializing above the sliver/white haired hybrid with the same look in his eyes. Kiria curse, feeling angered that this bastard could dodge him like this. He stabbed his right blade into the ground, using it as leverage to lash out with his right leg, aiming it directly to cave in Ichigo's neck. Nothing showed own Ichigo's face, only the same cold looked remained as his entire body disappeared again and reappearing on the ground, Tenro's blade lashing out to cut the boy's entire body in half. His discolored eyes widened in shock, Kiria cursed a vanished just in time just before his body was torn in pieces.
He reappeared at the orange shinigami's side, lashing out to rip his body in half for even thinking he was faster than he was. But to his utter astonishment, Ichigo twisted his entire body around like a top, grabbing the scythe like blade in his left hand like it was nothing. Before Kiria had a chance to break free, he felt himself scream in pain as his body was carved into the ground, breaking a large part of it like it was nothing more than glass. Wincing in pain and cursing in fury, he opened his eyes in shock to see Tenro's edged mere inches away from his face. He vanished in an instant; reappearing a few yards away and watch as the ground around the area he was just at explode outward in a shower of debris and smoke.
How? The sliver/white haired teen hybrid asked himself, breathing a bit hard to try and understanding what he had just seen. It had only been a small exchange between the two, but the skill between the two was something that he could not deny. This damned shinigami before him was far better than he was; it was just something that he could not deny no matter how hard he wanted to. He had barley manage to come out of that small fight with his life, but Kurosaki Ichigo had just proven that he could kill him as anytime he wanted to. No! It was not possible! He was not going to allow himself to lose here by this damn weakling!
He raised his blades at his side, pulling his feet back a bit and snarling darkly into the cloud of smoke in front of him. There was no possible way that this bastard was stronger than him, and with this technique, he was going to prove it. Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, a figure shot out of the smoke at insane speeds. The sliver/white haired boy reared back in shock, but before he could he move out of the way, he felt a blade suddenly cutting deep into his left arm. He screamed in absolute pain, feeling the excruciating pain being almost too much in his left arm. He jumped back, but screamed in pain again as he felt a blade dig into his left side, tearing a deep part of his left side to shreds.
He landed a couple of feet away on the ground, looking up with pure anger building up in his eyes. This should be impossible for him to be able to do, how was he able to control Tenro like that without the blade trying to take him over. He knew, from not feeling an inch of Kaneshrio Hokuto's yokai that he was dead, but that didn't mean that he should have been able to control Tenro like this. That blade should have sucked him try by now, but he was fighting like nothing had happen to him. Kiria shaking stood up, but jump back just as a blade craved into his back, ripping apart a good portion of his back as well.
He screamed in pain, growling in rage as he turn to look at the orange haired shinigami with burning hate in his discolored eyes. "You fucking bastard!" He growled, feeling his anger beginning to boil over to new heights. "I swear I'm going to kill you for that! Make no mistake; you will not leave this damn forest alive."
Ichigo scoffed; "As I said before," He raised Tenro up, which was now dripping with a heavy amount of blood. "Weakling do nothing more than talk, just like you are doing now."
Kiria roared in rage, lashing out with his remaining arm with reckless abandon, not caring in the least about his body any more, he wanted nothing else but to see this bastard before him dead. The orange haired shinigami back handed the blade away like it was nothing more than a slap before lashing out with Tenro, the blades edge digging again into the hybrids body. The sliver/white haired hybrid ignored the pain as best as he could, jump back a safe distance away from the orange haired shinigami's form. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath as best as he could. He needed to do something quick, something to make this bastard pay for making him feel pain like this.
Wiping the blood of his mother's blade with disgust, the orange haired shinigami cast his dark gaze at the half dead hybrid before him. "You thought Kokoa was nothing more than a disappointment to you, didn't you?" He said coldly, "It is not her that is the disappointment here; it is you who thought you could even wound me to begin with."
Coughing up a bit of blood, Kiria glared murderously at the man standing before him, "Disappointment?" He growled out. "You dare… put me in the same league… as that damn thing?"
"As I said before, "The orange haired shinigami stated, "You are nothing more than talk, but even that will not be able to save you from being killed by me."
How DARE this bastard even say something like that to him! There was no possible way that anyone could but him with that damn flaming orange haired thing! He was so far stronger than her that it was not even funny. Kurosaki Ichigo was going to die for saying something like that! Not even his bitch of a mother's blade will be able to save him from his wrath. He raised his head into the air above him, roaring out in rage as a powerful, ice dark blue like yokai circled around his body. A shockwave tore from his body, caving in the ground from where he stood.
From where she was sitting by the tree, Kokoa eyes widen in fear as feeling the powerful wave of yokai tearing from the boy's body before her. It was nothing more than insane to her, how was it possible for a hybrid of all things to possess this much? So what he had been saying was nothing more than the truth. From the very start of their fight, he had been doing nothing more than holding back on her. It was shameful to event think something like that, but the truth of it was staring her directly in the eyes.
Ichigo on the other hand, just looked own with the same look on his face, feeling angry that this bastard Yhwach would event think that this bastard before him and his little group was strong enough to even stand a chance against him. He scoffed before vanishing in an instant, he had no more time to sit here and toy with this damn boy. He had seen what he wanted to see, but it had been not a single think that he was interested in. This boy was like any other arrogant bastard that stood before him, thinking that they were strong when it was nothing more than a lie. The sudden powerful way of yokai stopped suddenly, and Kokoa looked on with a shock expression on her face.
Kiria was shock beyond anything; he couldn't feel a single think within his entire body. He felt like everything in his body had been torn to shreds, almost like his body was nothing more than an empty shell. "How…" He shuddered out, "That's… not possible, how… can one move that fast?"
Ichigo scoffed, "For you maybe, but not for someone like me." He stated darkly, looking back at the sliver/white haired hybrid. "Tell me Yoshii Kiria, do you even know how many times I just cut you?"
"F…" The member of the Wandenreich army was cut off as his entire body exploded, showering the area around them in a large pool of dark red blood. Kokoa stared in shock, looking at the scene before her with nothing but utter amazement in her eyes. This entire time, Kurosaki had done nothing more than toy with him like he did. Beating the person that she could not even touch like it was nothing more than child's play to him; it was something that she could never understand. Everything about him seems to have changed, he seems far more controlled then she had ever seen him. Looking close, she crawled a bit backwards as she could see a crimson/black red aura around both his body and Tenro, making him look like a demon of death.
"Just how is it possible for you to become stronger with ever fight you come out of?" The flaming orange haired young vampire asked. "Just what the hell are you?"
"Damn," A sudden unfamiliar voice said. "It seems that you're stronger than I thought, yea shinigami?"
Both Kokoa and Ichigo turn in the direction of the voice, looking to see a tall figure of a man with a red hair Mohawk. He was dress in all white, a bit different from the other two that was standing behind him and the woman. The Mohawk red-haired man had a blood thirsty look on his face, and he was release an enormous amount of yokai around his entire body, covering the entire area around him in a bright blue glow. The others around him jumped back a bit, getting a bit of a distance away from the man before them. But that didn't mean nothing to Kokoa, what had her more than shock was seeing her oldest sister standing with these damn monsters.
"Akua… nee-san," Kokoa chocked out, "What are you doing here?"
The blackish blue haired vampire smiled at her, waving her hand a bit at seeing her youngest sister. "It's good to see you," She looked at her injuries and frowned. "It seems your hurt."
"Who the hell are you?" A dark voice suddenly said.
Shuzen Akua paused for a moment, glaring darkly at the orange haired shinigami who she knew without a fact was none other than Kurosaki Ichigo. She felt her anger rise, but she knew she had to hold it back before doing anything. This damn Mohawk fool wanted to fight the orange haired shinigami first, saying that he wanted to test to see if Kurosaki was even powerful enough to even have his King's interest. It mattered little to her, this would give her more than enough time to be able to see how that scum Kurosaki fought, an when she did, she swore that she was going to tear him to pieces for what he has done to her dear sister Moka.
Bazz-B smirked, looking at the orange haired shinigami before him with a look of somewhat disappointment in his eyes. "From what I can see from you," he said in a harsh voice. "You seem to be nothing more than a typical weakling shinigami." He looked around, seemly disgusted with what he was seeing. "So this is where you have been hiding."
Ichigo scoffed, "Hiding? From the likes of whom then? You of all people," He growled out in pure rage, his power flaring around him in waves. "The likes of the Wandenreich will never put fear into my heart! I swore that I was going to kill all of you disgusting bastards for what you did! AND I MEAN WHAT I FUCKING SAID!"
The orange haired shinigami shot off like a rocket, blasting apart a large amount of the ground and trees around him like they were nothing more than debris. He knew who this bastard was before him; there was no mistaking the bastard that blew to pieces Kira Izuru's entire body. This bastard was going to pay! He was going to make everything there is about this bastard suffer for even thinking he could show his face in front of him. His revenge on these bastards was coming to him soon; he could almost feel it coursing through his entire body. This before him was only the small portion of it, but he swore he was going to make sure he enjoyed every part there was about killing this bastard.
Bazz-B laughed darkly, feeling nothing more than bloodlust course through every bone in his body. This was what he had wanted for a long time now! He had been killing nothing more than weakling since the destruction of the Gotei thirteen. If this bastard shinigami before him was a strong as they say, then he was in for a good fight. He was going to enjoy this, and make sure just before he killed him that he made him does nothing more than beg for mercy. He shot off like a bullet, his entire form covered in an immense amount of blue reiatsu.
The two enemies met in the center, swinging at each other with nothing else but the intent to erase each other from existence, creating a giant explosion of power for miles to see.
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End of Chapter twenty-one
Author Notes: ECLIPSE IS FUCKING BACK! AFTER ALMOST FIVE MONTHS IT IS FINALLY BACK. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter; it was just something that took me an entire week to come up with and planned. Sorry about taking so long to update this like this, it was just something I never thought I would do. But I'm glad I back with this fic, and I'm glad that I got so many fans that wanted me to finish this. Leave reviews! And I promise that I will answer them in the next chapter
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