So a fight has broke out between two unlikely candidates? How will this pann out? Find out here, in the exciting finale.
Urahara shook his head disgustedly. He flicked Benihime and blood drops swept away from the now clean blade. He disliked getting serious but alas, when fighting Kuchiki Byakuya, he had no choice but to be. He looked to his opponent and then his eyes dropped to Byakuya's hand. It bled. So thats where he had cut him.
"How smart...to avoid an almost fatal blow to the chest, you allowed your hand to become useless."
Byakuya simply stared. A sigh escaped Urahara's lips. So unemotional...
"Can't we stop this fighting? I mean, I've already got the hat back...it's over."
This earned him another attack by Byakuya's many blades which were his shikai. The battle continued, the Doblins shouting out in delight, rooting for their favourite. Byakuya swung his blade towards Urahara's chest, but Kisuke quickly blocked it.
"Scream...Benehime!"
With the command, Urahara swung his blade, a powerful red beam escaped from its tip just as Byakuya released his shikai once again. This time though, he kept the pink cherry blossoms away from the swords hilt and guard. Understanding now that Urahara was in fact, serious. Urahara waved from where he now stood, on Byakuya's left shoulder.
"Helloooo down there!"
He called before Shunpo'ing away once again. Avoiding another attack from the oh too girlie blades. Swords clashed against each other for the good part of an hour. Neither fighter tiring nor ready to give up.
"You're...getting faster..."
Byakuya stated unhappily. Urahara let a sly grin cross his features.
"I'm finally getting warmed up. Do you know how long it's been since I last battled?"
Byakuya's face read "Damn it" and it made Urahara chuckle lightly. Both Shinigami ran at eachother, blades swinging frantically and commands been shouted for Shikai's to be used.
Another two hours passed. And the audience grew large. Kurosaki, Ishida, Inoue and Rukia all turned up. Sensing the raised Rieatsu and sounds of shouting. They all stared flabbergasted, utterly confused to what was going on.
"Nii-Sama!"
"Hat and Clogs! What's going on?"
Urahara heard shouts and turned his gaze to the people standing next to the large crowd of Doblins. This was regrettable. For Byakuya took advantage of the distraction and swung his blade, cutting through green fabric and skin. Causing a line of blood to form down Urahara's torso. He flinched at the sudden stinging he felt.
"Damn it..."
He whined, running forward once again and clashing swords with the sixth company captain. Words of "Stop" were called out from the sidelines, but did the two fighters heed them? No.
The wind picked up slightly. But only for a moment. During that time long black hair was swept away from where it was held by a bobbin and the orange shirt looked red in the moonlight. The feline eyed, dark skinned female let a sigh escape her lips as she observed from the tall building.
"How unforunate..."
Urahara and Byakuya continued to battle it out. Another hour passed. The two now had blood all over them and were panting. They had become fatigued. Urahara knew it was time he should finish this...he couldn't let this continue. He then allowed his face to become full of serious emotion and then raised his sword above his head. He then sent his Rieatsu sky high. Byakuya's eyes widened as Urahara swung his blade down, sending the red beam once again, but much stronger than previous times. Dust gathered at the collision.
"NII-SAMA!"
Came the cries of Kuchiki Rukia. The dust began to clear and Urahara's, as did everyone else's, eyes widened in shock. The dark skinned female had blocked the blow and was now standing between Byakuya and Urahara.
"Yoruichi-San!"
Yoruichi looked angered. Her orange shirt was no more, since she had to use her Shunko to stop Urahara's attack. She disengaged the Shunko and stared as everything grew silent. The Doblins whimpered and scurried away. Probably not to be seen again.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Yoruichi asked angrily.
"Byakuya stole my hat"
"I SAW IT FIRST"
Yoruichi took in a deep breath and yelled.
"QUIET!"
The bickering stopped once again.
"I am ashamed of both of you. Byakuya, you were a kid, get over it. And Urahara, stop being stingey"
Byakuya bowed his head, grunted his apologies and opened a gate to soul society and left. Yoruichi turned to Urahara and sauntered over to him. She let her fingers curl around the brim of the hat and swipe it cleanly of Kisuke's head.
"For your behavior, I am confiscating this for a week."
Urahara tried to make her give it back, but she wasn't having any of it.
"A week"
She repeated and walked back to the Shouten. The others soon ran off aswell. Chattering about what they had just witnessed. Urahara sealed his zanpakuto and held it against his shoulder. He then withdrew his fan and opened it. Holding it to his face.
"It's not the same..."
And so, our story concludes. We found out about new creatures, the doblins. Byakuya finally got over his grudge and Yoruichi saved the day. Or did she? Why did she take his hat? Wait, maybe she wanted it too? Oh no! It can't be....the possiblity of a SEQUEL??
Authors notes:
Well guys, i hope you enjoyed the last chapter. It's sad to see my first fanfic end....no matter how bad it was :] Reviews are appreciated, and if you would like sequel please let me know :] Thanks guys!
NekoHonoo xx