Inspired by the newest update of OaOa
(Convoluted plots and confusing villain motivations will return in the next chapter)
Surely, the clash of their blades, the elegance of their form, could only be described as pure poetry;
Her faint steps were like the fine strokes of a brush on dark canvas, writing gentle and soothing prose with ivory snow-white ink.
His advances were meticulous; practiced to a fault and effortless to the smallest degree.
Another song of blades crashing against each other sent chills to the audience watching their performance, as snowflakes fluttered through the air and shone with ephemeral light as though the moon was high in the sky-blue ceiling above them.
Within a blink of an eye, they appeared in another area, and then to another.
"W-wow…" Aiko watched her parents with amazement. The rapidly crunching snow however, alerted her senses to parry the strike aimed at her in quick fashion.
"C'mon kid, pay attention!" Similarly dressed like her, the messy haired Chin took no pause in pursuing his evading opponent. The snow made shunpos slightly difficult to execute, but his feet were quickly accustoming to the limited degree of traction.
Aiko's movements in this environment however were more than suited for the powdery substance, as she easily outmaneuvered and led the Shinigami pursuing her around in circles. Though strange as it was, Aiko found the chasing fun. Of course, smirking while holding out her Zanpakuto, she gracefully struck at the ground in front of her, creating a sheet of ice for Chin to slip and fall on. She couldn't wait to laugh at the ridiculous face she imagined he would make.
To her credit, the ice had indeed taken him off guard, as he stepped onto the ice, he moved to strike his own blade into the clear flat surface, to which his Zanpakuto absorbed into the frozen area and slithered and stretched into a path of sand to which he could easily maneuver on.
"What? That's cheating!" Aiko's face contorted with surprise, as Chin reached behind him and the sand reformed into his sword once more.
"Oh really? You want a do-over then?" Chin smirked back, relishing the ridiculous face that she gave off in using his Zanpakuto. Without stabbing into the ground, he created a small foot shaped patch of sand for him to lunge off of, immediately closing the gap between the two.
His blade came close to her cheek, the sandy quality began to make her eyes water slightly and nose to tickle profusely…
Before he knew it, Chin's decisive win quickly turned into a near-victory, as his face planted deep into the snow. Unbeknownst to even Aiko herself, her sneeze had frozen his foot into place, although she could not bask in her surprise triumph, as she tripped over backwards into a snow bank.
"Looks like it's a tie…again…" one of the audience members commented with a smug look on his face. Winter's cool touch did not reach where the three of them sat; each of them perched atop a stool sized boulder of their own. "Both Rukia and Aiko's Zanpakutos have such astounding effects, don't you think?" the shadowy eyed, bucket-hat wearing blond man observed the scenery just ahead of them.
"Yeah, but that doesn't really help me now, does it?" Renji more-or-less complained about the otherwise beautiful view. It was by strange coincidence that several of his wounds had began to act up, despite being treated by Orihime just a week ago. Although he didn't make any sly references to it, Renji wouldn't put it past Kisuke Urahara from being a prime suspect in the matter.
Because of his "injuries", the red haired Vice-Captain was forced to recuperate. "Here you go…" the raven haired woman offered him a thermos. Without saying anything else, she wrapped her Moulin red scarf a bit tighter around her neck, as a slight cloud exited her mouth when she exhaled.
"Amazing!" dressed in comfortably warm clothing, Emiko stood astonished at the snowy landscape just beyond the desert setting where the three adults sat about. "To think that something like this was hidden under the candy shop?"
Urahara smirked candidly from her comment, but felt the glare from the Shinigami next to him. Turning his head, Urahara waited for Renji to speak first. "Where's Uryuu…?" the man asked.
"What? Well, he's with his own family, training Setsuko his own Quincy methods." He said with a hint of amusement in his voice, "But, why would you ask for him, when you can have me as your sparring partner, Renji?"
"No thanks…your bankai isn't really suited for sparring…" Renji diplomatically backed away from the question. He had enough memory of the banished Shinigami's bankai as it was.
Smiling at his quick retreat, Urahara looked back toward the snowy field with a heavy heart. The two girls, Ururu and Emiko cautiously made their way toward the snow arena, where there was no fighting up ahead. Aiko Kurosaki and Ping Ogiue, who had managed to regain their senses, were back to their playful sparring, while Rukia and Ichigo continued their lethal ballet.
The white and black of the couple's vestments contrasted so vividly and strikingly to everyone's eyes. Shirayuki and Zangetsu…Yukiko and Tamotsu…they look like they're having fun…The sound of laughter echoed from the two younger Shinigami, as a snowball flew towards one another in the distance.
But despite this fun scenario, he wondered, how long will it be, until Sereitei or Kazuhiro make their move?
Author's Notes: I had something else in mind for this chapter, but after reading RadiatBeam's take on (fannon spoiler alert!!!) Rukia's bankai, I quickly wrote this up!
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