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Warning – see first chapter

(Note – The numbers don't mean anything, they are simply there for breaks in the story.)

~ 6th Chapter Begins! ~

Last Time - Kinshiba opened his mouth to say something … the sudden explosion from the window stopped him short as he was propelled forward.

~ 484848 ~

"Humph." Kinshiba grunted as he pulled himself up from the floor, the small amount of dust that had risen slowly descended to the ground.

Taking a quick glance around, Kinshiba spotted Ichigo with his zanpakuto held in front of him. Tearing his eyes away he frantically searched for his sword as he didn't recall seeing it since awaking. Where …?

"Kinshiba!"

Kinshiba tore his attention to Ichigo as he moved towards the window intent on engaging the enemy.

"Your sword! It's by the closet!" Ichigo shouted as he leapt out the window.

Spinning around Kinshiba immediately spotted his sword, in a flash he was at the closet and gripping his sword. Then in the next few seconds out the window to aid Ichigo.

~ 484848 ~

A whizzing sound cut through the air as Ichigo sliced his sword at the Arrancar. It was evaded, and Ichigo processed that this Arrancar was not an espada, but it was definitely strong.

Eyes widening, Ichigo had a split second to realize that there was another Arrancar, as he was slammed from behind; colliding into the dark but empty street.

"Dam it." Ichigo muttered out, as he glanced sky ward to see Kinshiba engaged in battle with both of the Arrancar's. Without a second more to waste, Ichigo flash stepped up towards the fight to help Kinshiba.

As he neared Ichigo let out a shout of, "Getsuga Tensho!" A bright blue light lunged for the Arrancar's.

Ichigo watched with bated breath, and in a ready position, in case the attack failed or wasn't enough.

~ 484848 ~

Kinshiba slammed his sword down against his opponent, a single arm blocking his strike.

'Dam it! His skin must be stone hard.'

He titled up a tad and slammed his sword down, hoping that he could at least injure the Arrancar. The enemy's other arm came up and swiped at him, causing the connection between the arm and sword to brake as Kinshiba bolted out of the way.

Inwardly cursing; Kinshiba flash stepped from the Arrancar's front to appear by its (his) side. In quick, almost lightening; Kinshiba's sword swung in a deadly arc to the Arrancar's exposed side. In a spray of blood the Arrancar retaliated by swinging around to face Kinshiba and blasted out a 'cero'.

A beam of deadly red light shot forth, straight at Kinshiba. Being at such close range, Kinshiba could not dodge, so in that split second he swung up his sword, gripping with both hands.

The 'cero' connected.

Kinshiba pushed with all his might against the 'cero', his face set in determination with sweat sliding down and running into his eyes.

Bur Kinshiba ignored everything else save for stopping the 'cero', he would stop it. He refused to let it end this way… refused to die before finding Claire, before seeing the end of this war.

With those thoughts in mind, Kinshiba brought forth some of his spirit energy connecting it with his sword, and pushed. A few seconds passed, with neither giving, than with one last surge of energy Kinshiba propelled the 'cero' back toward the caster.

Huffing Kinshiba made to attack as the 'cero' he reflected shot towards the Arrancar, a blue light came surging from the side and aided the returning 'cero'.

~ 484848 ~

Ichigo watched as the two beams collided and smoke rose from the collision.

As the smoke began to settle, Ichigo knew that wasn't the end of them.

"Kinshiba! You alright?"

Ichigo glanced out of the corner of his eye to make sure that Kinshiba was still able to fight, though Ichigo suspected that even if he wasn't, he would anyway.

"I'm fine!" Was Kinshiba's shouted replay; causing Ichigo to shake his head.

As Ichigo focused on the two, now visible Arrancar's; also noting that they were injured. Seems that the double attack helped more than he thought it would.

With furrowed brows, Ichigo kept his eyes on the enemy. He was vaguely aware of an incoming spirit pressure … sighing Ichigo lunged forward.

He knew that spirit pressure, out of the corner of his eyes he caught sight of Kinshiba also heading forward.

The fight commenced.

~ Traverse Town ~

Light footsteps echoed in the eerie, deserted streets of Traverse Town. The wind that blew was chilly; it made the town seem haunted in a way.

The only lights that gave any lead were the street lights. All the other lights, house lights were off, casting more darkness in the town. With no one living in Traverse town it made sense that none of the house or building lights would be on.

Claire walked slowly down the street, enjoying the cool, chilly wind. She kept her gaze forward as there was no real need to see an abandon town, and with as poor as the lights were, she wouldn't be able to see much anyway.

Sighing Claire's thoughts turned to the rather disturbing nightmare she had, the things that had occurred hadn't happened. The corridor looked to be that of the Palace, but she hadn't been on her own during the run down the corridor when the attack hit. And blood had certainly not come out of the cracks in the walls, in fact something like that didn't seem possible or plausible.

But…

Those eyes…

She had seen them somewhere before, she knew she had. And the white she had seen, had to have been his outfit.

Blue … such deep and intensive blue eyes…

Claire froze in her tracks, the day of the attack…

That Arrancar was … the one that she had left Kinshiba to fight alone. That Arrancar had blue hair and blue eyes… How could she have forgotten? How did such a key detail slip her mind?

Frankly she couldn't blame herself completely. After all not only did Alec and her land in some weird world Alec was unconscious. And she had just lost her Father, and was forced to leave Kinshiba back in that corridor.

Then the nightmare…

Her mind was so full it was no surprise that she forgot such a detail. But in reality, forgetting something like that was a way to get one self killed. As a fighter one couldn't afford to be forgetful like that, especially if they were already dead.

Closing her eyes, she took a moment to let the cool breeze flow through her hair. Her heart was no longer racing, finally calmed as the remnants of the nightmare faded into the deep recesses of her mind.

Something told her that she would be seeing that Arrancar again someday.

Claire was jarred from her thoughts as something brushed against her leg, her eyes snapped open quickly glancing down. There before her was … some type of creature.

It was black, very black and it oddly enough had bright yellow eyes.

Very slowly Claire raised her hand and gripped the handle of her sword, part of her glad that she had for seen to grab her sword.

She stared at the odd little black thing, which in turn stared at her, its head tilting slightly as if regarding her. The two little black antennas swaying lightly as it did so.

Blinking Claire took a small step back, never removing her hand from her sword. The creature didn't move, just kept staring at her with those yellow eyes.

Even though the creature didn't look as if it was going to attack, she didn't release her grip, knowing that technically it didn't mean she was safe.

A few minutes passed, both staring at one another. Claire took a step forward, if it wasn't going to attack, perhaps it was friendly?

But in that instant the creature surged forward.

Startled Claire shot to the side avoiding the creatures jump attach, and pulled out her sword.

Holding the sword before her, she analyzed the creature's movements. As it attacked she avoided, and when it landed she watched it all.

One of the most important things in a fight is to find your enemy's weak point. And knowing how it attacks, finding its pattern helps to defeat them or to stay alive.

As the creature landed after another attack, Claire pushed forward and swung her sword at an arc. She was close enough that the attack would hit, and close enough that the creature couldn't dodge.

"What?"

Claire stilled her movements her hands holding the sword at an angle slightly in the air. Her eyes fixed on the spot where the creature was and where it should have been sliced in half.

"How is that possible?" Claire uttered out.

The creature was in the same spot but not on top of the concrete, it was as if it was a shadow.

She stared fixatedly at the spot, and was even more surprised when the creature began to move, it was still under the surface and there was no way she could attack the creature in its current position as she would no doubt hit the concrete instead of the creature.

Stepping back, Claire got into a defensive position and waited for the creature to make its move, her eyes following the creature.

Popping up on her side the creature lunged forward and in one quick movement of her arm the creature was cut in half.

Exhaling Claire stood straight as the destroyed creature vanished.

Just as she went to place her sword back into its sheath, a rustling noise caught her attention. Glancing around not a thing was visible.

Perhaps it was just the wind …

That thought was quickly thrown out the window as a few more of the creatures popped up.

Startled and slightly surprised Claire positioned her sword before her.

Eyes narrowing and with a set determination Claire stood her ground.

She had killed that last one, and it hadn't been that strong, so five of them weren't going to be a big deal. All she had to do was attack the ones she could and kill them while (if they did) faded into the ground. And make sure she dodged then she would be fine.

A staring contest ensured Claire was stuck in the middle completely surrounded by the black creatures. Her grip on her sword tight, sweat rolling down her face, all her senses on high alert.

The wind blew, rustling through her hair, and as she took a deep breath, the five black, yellow eyed creatures attacked.

~ That's the end of chapter six! ~

Sorry for any grammar and misspelled words, as well as any OCC.