I own none of the right to bleach, they all go to Tite Kubo
A/N: Just a quick note, I made a mistake in the previous chapter by saying there was only one guy for them to fight, but there is actually two. Sorry bout that -_-'
This battle I guarantee will be short, seeing how it's three against two and I suppose the guys they're against aren't the strongest out there. But enjoy all the same :L
Poison Conflict
"Oi! You three without the haori, I'll take you all on!" A venomous voice called to Ōmaeda, Rangiku and Hisagi. They turned around to see two men standing behind them. One was completely covered in fire while the other had long purple hair, he was the one he called over to them. As they walked over they discussed who should take on who.
"Ōmaeda and Rangiku I think you guys should take on the one with the purple hair, when you've dealt with him I'll be glad to have assistance with the other." Hisagi suggested. The other two agreed with him finding no reason to dispute. They shunpoed away in different directions, Hisagi headed to the man clad in fire while Ōmaeda and Rangiku went to the poisonous man.
Ōmaeda and Rangiku
"So I only get two? Well this is going to be a short battle." Gloated the purple haired Oni.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that!" Rangiku growled not in the mood for big headed fools, she had a hangover but even so had still been dragged along by her captain.
"Yeah! Crush, Gegetsuburi!" Ōmaeda commanded and his zanpakuto entered its Shikai, turning into a huge black spiked ball with a long chain attached to it.
"Growl, Haineko!" Rangiku yelled, her zanpakuto disappeared from view as it morphed into a cloud of ash.
"Tch, you won't last long against my poison with-" the Oni wasn't given time to finish as Rangiku sent the cloud of ash at the unsuspecting Oni. The tiny blades made contact with something. The blades cleared with a flick of Hainekos hilt only to reveal a purple fog that had managed to block most of the as. A few scratches lined the Onis face and arms and his face was twisted into anger as he signalled for the fog to disperse back into his hair.
"Now that wasn't nice was it?" he mocked to Rangiku as he made another signal that caused the purple fog to rise from his hair and speed towards her. Rangiku shunpoed out the way, flinging up a shield of ash as she did so to protect her from the unknown mist. At the same time Ōmaeda had shunpoed behind the Oni and brought down Gegetsuburi upon the unsuspecting Oni. It made contact slamming the Oni down into the ground and halting its attack. Crying out the Oni hit the ground face first, blood pooled out of the four stab wounds on its back. He had been foolish to underestimate how powerful lieutenants really where.
"You bastard!" He snarled as he pulled himself from the small crater disappearing from sight for an instant before appearing beside Ōmaeda. In an instant he'd raised his deadly black hand and brought it down on the back of Ōmaeda neck knocking him out cold. Ōmaeda crumpled to the floor leaving Rangiku to deal with the Oni and boy did her head feel like someone had been pounding it all night long. It would be best to finish it soon so she could go back to the barracks and sleep away the rest of the day.
Sending her blades of as in two different directions Rangiku hoped to surround the Oni in a tornado of ash. The idea worked she could hear the Oni yelling and cursing at her as the huge tornado or blades encircled the Oni only slicing him slightly at the moment. A simple flick of her wrist and the whirling mass of ash crushed into the Oni ripping flesh from bone and tearing open multiple new wounds. The screams and howls echoed around the cavern but everyone paid little notice as they were too busy with their own battles. The battle was more or less over and Rangiku called back the blades into her zanpakuto letting the blood stained Oni crumple to the floor.
He was dead even before he hit the floor, he'd never had the chance to tell anyone his name. He'd always been a nobody. Even as a child the others had ignored him, it hadn't mattered anyway he was poison and the others had known it. The only thing he held against the soul reapers was the fact that some had killed his mother many years ago. She had been out collecting Nightshade plants, they'd been his favourite as a child, two shinigami had seen her and murdered her in cold blood. She'd never stood a chance, she wasn't built for combat. She was built to be a mother and nothing more.
Rangiku left the Oni lying on the floor, he'd already begun to turn to spiritual ash as she turned to help Hisagi who seemed to be winning in his battle. Ōmaeda she knew would be fine and so she shunpoed over to Hisagi.
Hisagi, at the same time Ōmaeda and Rangiku had started their battle
Hisagi glanced at his fiery opponent taking note of what his likely abilities would be. It was obvious that the abilities would be to do with fire, but how that attribute would be applied was another matter. He could use balls of fire that could appear from thin air or a blade made from fire that would appear in an instant and incinerate anything it touched. The Onis demure appeared a calm, silent one. A start contrast to his fiery appearance.
Silently the Oni reached out its hand summoning a spear made from fire. He pulled his arm back and then quickly sling-shoot the spear forwards launching it at Hisagi. It was too fast for him to dodge so all that was left for Hisagi to do was attempt a block. Raising his zanpakuto just in time to collide with the flaming spear the heated attack was only inches from his face. The heat licked at his face for only an instant before snapping back into nothingness.
With no time to recover the Oni fired two more spears at him. Hisagi managed to block one, but wasn't as lucky with the second which hit him square in his right shoulder. The spear did little more than make a small scorched hole in his shoulder but that wasn't to say it didn't hurt like hell. His flesh burned in a few seconds of agony before he snapped out of the pain and rolled out of the way of two more spears. Jumping in the air Hisagi pulled back a ball of spirit energy before calling out the kido command, "Bakudo #62 Hyapporankan!"
He threw the poles at the Oni with the intent to immobilise it but the Oni simply sent fire to them. Cursing Hisagi decided to release his shikai, "Reap, Kazeshini!"
Two kusarigama-like weapons, each with two scythe blades materialised in his hands and Hisagi shunpoed towards the fiery Oni who materialised his own flaming sword. One of the kasuragiama weapons collided with the Onis swords while two Kusarigama-like weapons, each with two scythe blades swung the other around clipping the Oni in the back and its left arm before jumping back. As he did so Hisagi threw one of the scythes at the Oni wrapping the chain around its wrist tugging it towards him. The attempt however didn't go as planned, the fire clad Oni morphed into a stream of fire releasing itself from the chain of Hisagi Shikai.
"Damn it!" Hisagi cursed reeling the scythes back in.
A smirk crept its way onto the reforming figure of the blazing Oni, the first sign of any emotion from the being. Hisagi again launched the scythes at the Oni but they were blocked again and the Oni appeared at his side bringing down the glaring swords that he repeatedly conjured after the ones before had crackled out into nothing. It was like a dance between the two, they were both at equal speed and equal combat ability. But Hisagi had an edge, it wasn't one that would always mean outright victory in a fight but it was none the less an edge. Taking a chance he blocked the flaring sword of the Oni with one of his scythes while he brought the other under him and sliced at the Onis legs. The scythe made contact and the Onis moves slowed down making it easier to dodge the incoming attacks.
It was just after that that Rangiku joined the fray. Hisagi nodded his thanks at her but signalled that he was almost done so she would be best taking a break. Rangiku relaxed as she turned, walking away from the battle ground towards the edge of the cavern. She collapsed to the floor clutching her head from the pain of her evident hangover. Chuckling to himself at her typical drinking habits Hisagi took his attention back to the Oni who was grimacing in pain, his endurance was running out and he wouldn't last much longer.
Hisagi would initiate the final attack, he'd make it quick and painless if he could. Unlike his zanpakuto he didn't take joy in reaping the lives from others. He ran forwards one of his scythes to the side while the other was in front of him. In mid run he shunpoed right in front of the Oni whose flames were beginning to die down and twisted moving both the scythes through the Oni stomach as well as through the heart.
He shunpoed away, glancing back at the Oni who seemed to smile before disappearing into a cloud of spirit particles which shot towards the exit of the cave, and towards the freedom of the sky. Hisagi didn't have time to dwell on the Onis final behaviour before Captain Hitsugaya appeared from his battle. They'd all defeated their opponents and all that was left to them now was to stop Ichigo Kurosaki before he could no longer stop himself. Hisagi looked over to see that even Ōmaeda had managed to regain consciousness right as his battle ended.
Hisagi could see that all the others hoped that Ichigo hadn't turned into a mindless may seem to think he was an eyesore at times but he'd saved the soul society more times than they could remember. No one wanted the task of ending his life, it would be a waste of not only talent but also the waste of a compassionate soul. The boy may come back as a pure soul but he wouldn't remain the same as he was now and none of them wanted to lose that.
At that point everyone felt a sudden rise in Ichigos reiatsu as it became more twisted and hollow like. Hisagi knew now that they would have no choice but to take down the substitute if they were to protect the Seireitei. The reisatsu eventually stabilised and was now like that of a vasto lorde.
Suì-Fēngs reiatsu was barely there, as if she were either dead or on the verge of death. But that wasn't possible; she was a captain and commander of the stealth forces. How could she get taken down when they weren't?
"Do you think…?" Toshiro trailed off not wanting to admit what had happened.
"Yes, he has lost it all. We must now do what we were sent to do." The ever dutiful noble Byakuya said as he shunpoed away. Even with his arm shredded among other injuries he was attempted to take on a fully reformed Ichigo, he was mad. But there were seven of them and they would be more than a match for the vasto lorde. Everyone started after Byakuya ready to complete a mission they had hoped would never need completing.
Tracking the reiatsu of Ichigo they arrived at what remained of a heavy wooden door. It was blown outwards, pieces scattered everywhere in any direction. Through the door way they captains saw the hollow Ichigo deal fatal blows to the students he'd befriended only hours beforehand. None of the captains cared at that moment for how they'd gotten caught up in this fight, they only cared about stopping a mindless hollow that would surely kill anyone Ichigo was every involved with. They started through the doorway just in time to see a thin black blade protruding from an Onis chest. Maniacal laughter echoed throughout the room but it was cut short as small cracks started appearing in the mask. The captains froze not wanting to dispose of him if Ichigo was able to regain control.
I think we all know what the next chapters going to be on :D
It's time for us to find out what's happening to Ichigo, the chapter will start just as he and Suì-Fēng get to the entrance of the room. I'm not sure how many chapters this fic has left but there will be a sequal. You'll see why when I post the next chapter. I don't want to get your hopes up too much cause it might be a piece of shit but hey it might go the other way, I'm looking pretty forward to writing it :P
Thanks for reading and Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays whichever applies really (:
The next chapter shall be Tainted Darkness