Well, I thought I'd write most of the background for the story here. I wrote most of what happened so far, and set everything up. For those who don't know Bleach, I've given the descriptions of the weapons used here. As for the characters themselves, you just imagine ppl you really really hate (or like) battling on an inverted building.
I set up the fight here, the actual battle is in the next chapter, which will come out soon. Enjoy ;)
P.S: Thanks to CO Raven(I think that's the name) for the comment. I was contemplating on 2 different scenarios and you just ruled the most boring one out for me. Thanks loads, it's heaps more fun to write a 2-on-1 than anything else P
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Zangetsu stood atop a pole that jutted out from the office building. The Old Man with black shoulder length hair and tinted square glasses was deep in thought as the clouds behind him floated horizontally. This was Ichigo's inner world, a city turned on it's side like a bad photograph.
Here was where it all began, where Ichigo first met him and started down his path to power. It was also here where he first met the Hollow within himself, whom he later learnt was really his repressed self given form. It was here where he learnt that Zangetsu, the Hollow, and Ichigo himself were but three parts of a single soul that was ultimately Ichigo. Zangetsu had willingly submitted himself to Ichigo, while the Hollow had not. In the end, Ichigo had befriended this Hollow and attempted to unite the three parts of his soul. Only then would his power be complete, and he could continue down the path of greatness together as a whole person.
The fact that Ichigo is already so powerful with just me, thought Zangetsu with some amusement, Is simply too astonishing to think that even with the Hollow, he has only just scratched the tip of his true power…
Zangetsu broke from his thoughts to observe two distant figures in the distance, one dressed in a long-sleeved; ankle-length black coat with red lining that closed at his chest, while the other wore a similar wardrobe, the black now white and the red now black. Both were of a slender build and approximately 1.74 meters tall, the black one with orange hair and tanned skin, while the white one was albino with snow white hair. The albino, however, had black eyes with yellow pupils. This was the Hollow that resided within Ichigo, the teen in black.
"Ichigo," Zangetsu called out, "Have you finally made peace with yourself? Have you found your resolve?"
"You know," commented the man in white, "I'm beginning to get sick of him saying that. It's beginning to get repetitive,"
"Yes, well, he is Zangetsu," smiled the man in black, "What else can we expect?"
"I take that as a yes from the both of you," commented Zangetsu, a smirk on his face, "Are you ready to face me now, Ichigo?"
"You know," complained the albino, "I'm as much as Ichigo as Ichigo is me, you know. The least you could do is…"
"Yes, we've found our resolve," Ichigo cut the demon off, earning him a very distasteful glare from the Hollow.
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Zangetsu smiled, and his cape billowed out, spreading above him from both sides, the dark material of his cape seeming to create a void of darkness behind him. From this darkness, two sharp winks saw the materialization of two swords.
Come forth, Zangetsu!
An elegant cleaver 1.74 meters long, with no hilt, adornments or decorations, flew forth from the void. Its hilt was wrapped in a cloth that trailed out for some distance, able to wrap about the blade completely, effectively sheathing it.
Out of the darkness, Tensa Zangetsu!
An enlongated version of the Japanese katana, a daito, darted out of the darkness as well. It's slender black blade of 24 inches gleaming with an unholy aura, its hilt like that of an ordinary Japanese sword. A broken chain hung from the tip of the hilt.
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Both swords flew forth and the two combatants caught them, trying them out and testing the balance, of which they knew would be perfect for them.
"No fair!" called out the Hollow in white as he spun the cleaver, "Why don't I get Tensa Zangetsu?"
"You may switch swords anytime you want to during the battle. You may also work in any style you prefer, just as long as you can defeat me," Zangetsu coolly replied, replicas of the two blades appearing in his hands. The cleaver Zangetsu in his right, the daito Tensa Zangetsu in his left. The Old Man spun both swords and called out, "Are you ready?"
Both combatants readied their swords and faced down Zangetsu.
"Here I come!"