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Chapter: 31
Title: Hell in a Cell
Thunder roared. The once blue sky darkened into a deep color of gray and black. The winds began to pick up, hurling now as both Isshin and Kisuke dug their zanpackuto's into the ground. The vizard-minions once engaged in battle with them were gone now, the only thing that remained was the enormous dome that housed both Takashito and Ichigo. Inside there was the new battle-ground. Neither knew if their orange haired friend and son respectively were alive, though neither thought he were dead. He was, after all, their last hope. The young reaper had more than once proven his strength, his resolve. He wasn't the most powerful being out there, but among them he were the only one capable of taking on such a battle.
He was the only one who could defeat this foe.
"I think its time we check out, old friend." Kisuke muttered, holding his hat on his head as the wind nearly blew him back. The black haired man standing a few feet beside him collapsed onto one knee.
"I ain't going anywhere until I see my son." A fathers devotion to his child truly was a great form of refusal. Bearing more wind, the blonde grinned, flexing his spiritual pressure as he stood, raising his zanpackuto.
"Well alright then." With a grin, the hat and clogged man charged whatever power he could muster into the tip of his blade.
At the next strike of lightning, the only thing that could be seen within the enveloping darkness was the sight of both Isshin and Kisuke hitting the ground hard.
Ichigo groaned inwardly, pushing himself up off of the ground. He staggered upon his own two feet, blood gushing from a wound on his head. Shoving his zanpackuto into the ground, the boy tried to steady himself, heaving for air. What the hell happened?
Unlike the outside, inside the arched shaped realm wasn't dark at all. It was an eerie red. Ichigo couldn't hear the thunder, couldn't hear anything. He couldn't even sense any spiritual pressure!
It was then he noticed his hollow mask was gone.
'What the hells going on...'
Pain registered as he screamed; blood gushing from his back as he fell to his knees in a painful sweat. The fear that sank into him now was deafening. Not only were his hollow powers reduced to nothing, but his body was almost too worn to fight.
Sinister laughter alerted him to the presence of another.
"Thought you could beat me with your little mask, did you?" Takashito came into view, standing before the limp reaper. He was grinning from ear to ear, his hollow form had also been repressed, though his body had fully regenerated.
"You coward!" Ichigo shouted, mustering his strength as he whirled zangetsu up at him. The sly beast easily caught the blade with his hand, blood prickling down the dark gray of his zanpackuto.
"This place...will be your undoing." The man laughed more, disappearing from Ichigo's eye sight. The orange haired boy groaned, trying to stand only to fall once again as seering pain tore through his back once again. Damnit to hell! That bastard was tearing him apart and he couldn't even do a damn thing to stop it!
'Is this...the end?' Thoughts unlike Ichigo wandered through his head as he felt his body being torn to shreds. He closed his eyes, drowning out the laughing of his opponent only to see Yoruichi's smiling face. 'Yoruichi...' Ichigo's eyes snapped open, planting his hand into the ground as he came to a skidding hault.
His goddess was waiting for him. He couldn't die!
'Thats right. I promised her... Theres still so much I have to do, so much I need to say..'
Despite the agonizing pain that threatened his resolve, Ichigo could feel his body come alive once again. He'd be damned if he left her alone! He loved her, would do anything for her.
He wanted her to marry him.
"I can't lose!" Ichigo shouted, his spiritual pressure rising once again. Takashito stopped dead in his tracks, standing a few feet in front of the orange haired ryoka. "I won't lose!" The ground was shaking as Ichigo's spiritual power began encircling him, a wind equal to that of a category five hurricane whipped around in the dome. The once blue reiatsu turned to red, Ichigo's hollow mask forming over his face once again as his entire body became encased within bone armor.
"Theres someone I need to protect." His voice was muffled now; glazed over with his inner hollow as Ichigo held out his zanpakuto. The blade glew with an awesome power; fragments of bone shards encasing it. It would seem as if he were an entirely different person, his spiritual aurora had changed dramatically.
The ryoka seemed to have a never ending supply of energy; his intake power, the power that boosted his defense was blue, drawing inward. His outtake power; the red mass, was his fighting power, billowing outward like a mad man.
"What is this... Such power.." Takashito hadn't known what was happening. He had sealed off his power! And once inside the dome, there was no escaping until his captivee was dead.
"I'm guess that you can't escape this place without my dead body." Ichigo's fierce grin struck fear into the beasts very soul. "Which means, your stuck with me in hell." His form faded, courtesy of the new move Yoruichi had taught him when developing his flash step. Fade stepping had been the next step to shunpoing. Instead of completely disappearing from your opponents view; an after image was left, leaving your enemy bewildered. And if you did it right... Takashito whipped his head around, hunting for Ichigo. Your enemy couldn't sense your position.
Outside, both Isshin and Kisuke could hear the cries of the deranged vizard. A subtle grin settled on their faces as they sat back and waited for Ichigo to return. The approaching spiritual pressure did not escape their attentions. They could sense the two coming long before the cries had started. Yoruichi and Kukaku never did amount to supress themselves when unneeded. Especially the fire-works expert. The woman was nothing short of laid back and short tempered. One wrong look and she'd be burning asses without so much as a second thought. To imagine her in vizard form was deadly to the mind. Kisuke could already feel him ass being charcoled.
"What took you so long?" Just as the two awaited Vizard/Shinigami appeared, a howling cry erupted from within the dome.
"You think you know pain?" Pounding his fists into the man, Ichigo growled, holding Takashito by the collar of his shirt. "You don't know a damn thing!" For a moment, it seemed as if Ichigo's rampage had stopped, his power flowing around the dome gently, like a smooth breeze. Dropping the terrorizer to the ground, Ichigo stood, his hair shielding his eyes over the mask.
"Pain isn't something you could ever understand." The orange haired ryoka stood unwavering for a moment, letting Takashito heal his wounds. He wanted to pumble the bastard some more before killing him. An image of Yoruichi laying in a pool of her blood flashed through his mind, the day beating him down as he clenched his fists. "I almost lost her..."
"Ah, so its about that Goddess of yours then?" The intruding man really didn't seem to care that he was treading on thin ice. "Yoruichi Shihoin?" In a flash, Takashito was eating dirt, blood pooling the ground from the inflicted wound the force of the blow had caused. In truth, Ichigo wanted to take his time; torture the son of a bitch.
"Yoruichi is my girl." Grabbing the back of Taka's head, Ichigo fisted his hair, pulling him up forcefully as he held him in the air. "Your not allowed to say her name!" He shouted, throwing him into the side of his own dome.
"How long has he been in there?" If Kisuke had to comment, he'd say that Yoruichi's vizard was quite...disturbing. Her voice was echoing slightly, the dominance she had was slightly turning him on...
"Not long." Isshin muttered, glancing to the wound he'd sustained. The two vizards nodded before flash stepping. Yoruichi hovered in the air on one side, while Kukaku hovered on the other.
The two were still for a moment before they released their reiatsu. While Yoruichi powered up her shunko, Kukaku worked on gathering momentum and pressure for her atomic war head technique. Like hell they were going to wait for a victor to amerge. Patience wasn't a virtue at that moment.
With a nod, the two released their most devastating attacks. The dome wavered, its barrier rippling.
Ichigo dropped the now limp Takashito down, looking up as he narrowed his eyes. A bright, burning light broke forward as the dome shattered.
"Ichigo!" Yoruichi shouted as she dropped in, standing a few feet away from her love.
"Yoruichi?" Being as they were in their vizard form, Ichigo could feel his inner hollow become highly aroused. He remembered the first time he'd saw his loves new form... Burning desire shown through his eyes as he stared at her in lust. The hollow within him was growling hungrily, even the goddess could feel herself heat up. "What are you doing here!?" Though his voice was rasp, he still managed to speak softly. As Yoruichi made her way to the love of her life, Takashito took the time to gather his power.
"I thought something happened to you, Ichigo." The dark skinned woman stood before him, slowly lifting her mask up. Her hollow form never subsided, which aroused him even more when he saw her face. Her eyes; golden pupils, red iris. She looked horrificly sexy to say the least. Ichigo slowly pulled his mask up, staring down at her with black and yellow eyes.
"I told you. Ain't nothing going to happen to me, Yoruichi. I'm taking this bastard down if its the last thing I do." Signature grin pierced his face, strengthening her own resolve as she nodded her head.
"Then let me help you Ichi." She smirked, stepping to him more.
"What the hell you two!" Kukaku's strung voice separated them as they turned to see their friend enveloped in a large hand. "Get yer asses over here and help!" Oh, she was definitely pissed off. In a flash, the two had disappeared, Ichigo slammed into Takashito's power-gathering form while Yoruichi severed his limb. "Thank you." The black haired brute of a woman snarled, using her own raietsu to blow off the hand around her.
The burst of power sent chills through them as they turned to see a bright light enveloping their enemy, Ichigo appearing beside Yoruichi.
"I think its time we ended this." He growled, moving. A slinder hand grabbed his and he turned to see his lady love. She'd begun to call upon her shunko, eyes glowing as she pulled on her mask once again. Ichigo got the notion, pulling his own cover on as he too put power into shunko. The ground shook; breaking and cracking around them. At the last moment, Yoruichi slowly slid Ichigo's hand onto her stomach, and then their power collided, their attack desimating everything infront of them for miles.
Takashito's flesh pooled the area.
"Woo hoo!" Kukaku shouted, tearing off her mask as she grinned from ear to ear. Really, the girl was half past insane. Wrapping her arms around both Ichigo and Yoruichi, she hung against them. "This calls fer a drink!"
And with that, Ichigo glanced down to his dark skinned beauty, catching the smirk on her face as she looped an arm through his.
Though, they had another issue to confront now.
And Yoruichi wasn't quite yet ready to reveal another catastrophe in the waiting.
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