That's what it is--it crazy, it's insane! chapter 8 is up to bat. Moshi, mosh! This is Zerolr presenting the latest chapter I have typed up so far! It's getting really violent so if you're scared don't read. Please don't flame, if you don't like, I'm sorry, try to keep enraging outbursts to yourself. There is cannabalism, I have you warned... (If you don't know Hollows are cannabials if you see/read bleach you will know what I say is true!) Until next chap, ja na!
Chapter 8 - Insanity
The moonless night darkened the world with it's absence, but even so Sasori was seated underneath the rustling shade of a large oak, sketching. It was a great book thick and filled with countless sketches and portraits of random people. Ever since joining the Akatsuki and living in the city, he's claimed the lives of numerous people, transforming them into puppets. Wanting to capture the "essence" of such thriving urban setting, he had created puppets with names such as "Police", "Doctor", "Teacher", "Bus Driver", just recently he converted and finished his latest puppet, the "Bum". He sighed to himself, as he finished shading in the background of his art. He lifted his gaze to observe the scene around him. Turning the book to the next blank page his chestnut coloured eyes scanned through the darkness.
Something burst from a thicket of trees. Sasori stood to move back so he can blend well with the shadows. An avid artist, predator for inspiration. A young tall youth with spiky orange hair came to sight. Sasori narrowed his eyes recognizing him as the adolescent who would always stop by Urahara's shop.
He had one hand over the left side of his face. His walk was stumbling, and his voice barely audible coming forth from his mouth as a confusing nonsense ramble. Sasori saw him as an interesting subject as he pulled his pencil to begin his sketch. He sensed it; there was something else within him, something dangerous. Perhaps he would make a very interesting puppet, but for now, he will have to study him.
You can't handle it anymore, he cooed. Never making the first initiative, denying pleasures, I've had it with you…you foolish hopeless idiot… Now you back down and I'LL take your reins. Now I will do what you should have done…
"Shut up, stop it, shut it, shut it," Ichigo mumbled. It was bad enough that his body at times moved on its own. With each passing moment, it was more harder to breathe. Harder still was taking another step on his own. In some strange way he felt him. Felt the Hollow grab at his ankle grasping it tightly with both hands.
His long rich laughter rang loudly in his ears. The left hand that cupped the face, dropped to his side, discovering in grave horror that his left foot, that ankle, was dead. It wouldn't move. That's it, Ichigo thought, I've lost my mind… I'm going insane.
Heeeehh, hehhh that's it, stay still. I've respected you all along but now, you're WEAK!"
He felt the hands rise slowly climbing its way up his left leg, killing all the nerves that control them. His skin rippling in goosebumps.
Sasori watched intently. Seeing his left eye black instead of white, a sickly bright yellow instead of brown, it was the eye of insanity. He illustrated one piece composed only of that side of face. He desired to know that insanity, he longed for it.
Ichigo's heart was fluttering at a speed that frightened him. He feared beyond fear.
Is this really part of me? Is this my true self? Is this the end of me? Dad, Yuzu, Karin—I love you. Inoue, I'm sorry. Rukia…I need you.
The Hollow's shadow of control had reached his waist.
Oh please… Of course I'm part of you! For fucken crying out loud, don't I look like you? Feh, as a hollow, I am the raw extract of your sins. I've never lied to you, nor will I ever. You can't deny all that I've said is true. After all, you've never meant to be so rude to that slut; although you don't love her you know she can be a good fuck. Who you really want is that butterfly. Why something so fragile? Can't even touch its wings. It'll only dissolve under your fingertips…
He felt him glide over his abdomen.
What do you want?! Why won't you leave me alone?!
Ohhh, don't be scared, I said I won't hurt you…Heeeee, I want BLOOD, I want to KILL, I want to DEVOUR… I want most of all, I want, I really want DESIRE… you won't give it to me—I will get it MYSELF.
Sasori saw him back himself up to the nearest tree trunk. He was dragging his left leg, which looked completely unresponsive. Part of his right eye was beginning to darken. He was breathing roughly, loudly, harshly because he was losing control of even that.
A few minutes and his transformation will be complete… Sasori had put away his books and materials. He had retrieved from his backpack several scrolls. And when it does, then I will strike…
A rustling sound close to Sasori broke him from his thoughts and by instinct, he dove deeper into the bushes blending and disappearing into the foliage even stopping his own breathing.
Rukia came forth as the shinigami she was. Having spotted Ichigo's physical body elsewhere on the street, she trialed his irregular reiatsu all the way to this very spot. She pushed on forward and she spotted Ichigo there against the tree.
The Hollow had already traveled far. His shade had shot down his right leg as soon as it had reached Ichigo's chest.
Ohhh, you're suffocating, my bad… I guess I'll loosen the grip of your heart just a little…
"Ichigo!" Rukia cried
She always comes right when I need someone…
Too late! Screeched the Hollow. Now, it's your turn to be the horse and I will be KING!
Grabbing his shoulders, he lunged and sunk his teeth at the base of his neck. Sinking deeper the taste of blood excited him as he tore off the skin.
Rukia couldn't see the Hollow it was something within only his vision inside the world of his subconscious. However, she sensed something horrifying as she raced toward him.
"Ichigo! Ichigo!" she cried desperately.
He screamed out loud his voice echoing throughout the park. A mask was rapidly beginning to from starting from the left side of his face. Rukia continued to run finally reaching up to him.
No, Rukia, no it's too late for me…
"Ichigo!" she cried. The tears began to flow from her large wavering eyes.
"NO!! GET AWAY FROM ME!" His voice was no longer human. It was beast-like, demon-like—hollow-like, "GEEET AWAAAY!!" Rukia jumped back at his warning.
The Hollow continued to feed off his soul. He dug his nails and teared his skin at his arms. Blood spilled over them both.
You lied. You said you wouldn't hurt me…
Rukia pulled out her zanpakuto, "I'm not going to let you take him away!" she shouted. As she stood, she placed a palm upon her blade preparing to release it, "Sode no Shirayuki" A blade of the purest white appeared with a long ribbon attached to it.
"Ieeyahhh," he rasped, no longer sounding human. The masked formed exactly half his face. The only normal part of him registered a look of intense struggle great pain and anguish. The sight of it was tearing Rukia's heart in a million pieces.
Ichigo took out his blade. A wide crooked grin stretched at that side of the face and placing the sword in front of him. He declared only one word, "Bankai."
A surge of dark wind blew from him. Rukia maintained her footing. No matter what, she told herself, I must not fear…
"Tensa Zangetsu…"
Sasori's eyes were wide, incredibly impressed with such display of strength. I can't capture him on my own, he thought. I also see that it is not wise to get involved at this point. His sidekick, vibrated, pulling out the latest version he flicked it open.
- DANNA! WHERE ARE YOU?
- Park.
- WHAA! HOLD ON I'LL PICK YOU UP
- Hurry.
It seems Deidara has some idea on what's going on perhaps, Urahara has some fault in this…
Ivory clashed with sable as the two began to fight.
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Notes:
This scene stretches into the next couple of chapters, but it's for good reasons! Drama, drama! I adore Sasori I have you know he has a place in my heart. I cried at his death, when watching the show. It was a real tear jerker for me. (Much more than Gaara's because he was coming back to life, Saso, did not...)