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Chapter: 38
Title: D o w n f a l l
A/N: Okay. Ladies and Gentlemen. Let me first say, I am deeply and truly sorry for not updating sooner. Life threw itself at me ten fold; so much has happened. I've been through a lot; emotionally and physically. I basically had no inspiration to work with. So, I read over my own story (this sounds so conceiting) but I found that I gave myself the inspiration. I haven't been feeling YoruIchi for some time, and yet, I find myself wanting to get back in the game. Although, regular updating will most likely not happen until this Summer or during Spring Break. My classes are kicking my ass. With that said,
I want to say that if I EVER get reviews like these again, I will remove all of my Bleach stories. -
"BITCH!!"
"and yet again another good story but come on can u at least finish 1 of urstories with this pairing"
"dude this has been out for so long and you stil cant find inspiration tocontinue i mean you hinted what's gonna happen but now look your not continueit…"
"your takin quite your time gettin the rest of the story up…"-
There are many more; and I am honestly offended by these. You do not know my reason for not updating, so DO NOT get on me about it. I have had hard fucking times. I don't need any shit from readers. I write the damn things, the least you can do is be patient. And to those who are patient with my slow ass, I thank you from the very bottoms of my heart. I am sorry if my words offend anyone, but seriously guys. Come on. Do you not know how hurtful it is to get reviews like these? If anything, it will only make me not want to update at all. I will not name the names of those who sent such unthoughtful reviews, but I will say this. Please do not do it again. I thank you for having that much interest in my fictions, but your reviews when they bring in me not updating fast enough for your liking is just straight out rude.
And I know, Isshin is not a pervert. For the last time. This is Fan Fiction!! It isn't all based on pure fact! We shape them into how we see fit for our story. In my case, I wanted some humor. Forgive me for not being all serious.
xoxo, Crisis.
Read. +Review+ Enjoy!
Kukaku's body was on fire. Her insides feeling as if they were being scorched with the hottest flames from the deepest depths of hell. The room set itself in a state of panic as her spiritual pressure erupted ten fold; even the human world was affected by such exertion of power. She paid no mind to the damage she was causing, for each push of pressure, the building jolted and shook, sending shock waves of energy through its supporting beams and into the earth below. Those around, said neighbors and such all rushed outside as some houses collapsed. The shaking got more violent; and Yoruichi's golden eyes only widened as she stared at her long time friend. The white mask beginning to cover her face wasn't what had her so terrified. Her brows narrowed as her eyes locked on the center of Kukaku's well endowed chest. It seemed as if everyone's eyes were focused there at this point. As Kukaku's screams grew louder and more intense, so did the swarming energy around them. It was barely bearable. Where had she been hiding such power? Ichigo cringed as he took a step forward, his broad form moving in front of Yoruichi. She glanced up to him, sweat rolling down her tedious face. "Ichigo!" She shouted over the deafening noise.
"I've got this!" Ichigo shouted as he stared at the fire work experts suffering form. The small hole beginning in her chest was growing wider now. Her hollow mask moving over her face ever so slightly with each power surge. "Kukaku!" His rough voice did not break through but her power did die down a moment. "You've got to fight it!" He shouted, clenching his fists as he leaned forward. "Don't let this thing beat you! Your stronger than that!"
"Ichigo, you fool!" Kisuke growled as he opened his fan and sent a wave of ki his way. Ichigo stepped back slightly, bumping into Yoruichi. "She's already fighting it as best she can. If she doesn't suppress it soon, we'll need to take our own actions."
Yoruichi's eyes widened, but she knew he was right. Even so. Could she really kill Kukaku? Take the life which had fought to save her own?
"Have you lost your mind?" Ichigo dead panned, turning his attention to Kisuke as his eyes turned yellow. "You expect me just to stand back and let Kukaku handle this all on her own? Some friend you are!" His attention turned back towards Kukaku, and he stepped forth once more. "Kukaku!"
"You fool." Kisuke muttered, his glasses flying off and smashing against the walls of the pad. The once beautiful room began to break apart from the structure of the building, crackling and being reduced to nothing but rubble. Windows and glass shattered as pictures and plants, as well as any other small thing blew around in a swirling whirl. Everything was falling apart. Right before the golden eyes of the Goddess of Flash. Her teeth gritted and she pushed Ichigo out of the way as she felt her own vizard coming forth. So be it.
"SHIBA!" She shouted. The sheer bluntness of her voice was enough to get the attention of the hollow inside of Kukaku. The wind steadied itself as mixed eyes caught the red eyes of Yoruichi. Her own spiritual pressure released, whirling in a tornado around her. It was controlled. Her hair flew up in a frolic from her power, her clothes blowing wildly as her fists clenched at her side. Ichigo and the others stood back and watched in awe as the two seemed to be involved in a old fashioned battle; stare down. To them, it seemed as though the two were in a different world, locked inside their own minds. Was this how deep their friendship was? Just what exactly was going on? In sheer moments, Kukaku grunted, and her hand reached up to grab the top of her white mask. Yoruichi's deadly stare remained on her, the red illuminated eyes boring down unto Kukaku like a plague. Ichigo didn't understand where she was getting such power from.
"Get. Off." Kukaku managed through clenched teeth. Her face was sweaty, body wet with perspiration as her veins popped, muscles bulging. She was struggling, that much was obvious. Against the hollow within. The simple fact that said power would choose to revolt against her made Ichigo wonder. Her body rejected the hollows presence. But why? She had enough anger to harness the brute force of it. She was the epitome of power and strength. Someone who was so calm during times of battle, and so encouraging. Someone who had so much knowledge. She was a the exact image of a true warrior. Why would a hollow not want such a user to wield its power? "GET THE HELL OFF!" She shouted out loud as she ripped the mask from her face. Blood poured from the torn wounds on the side of her head and she exhaled as the spiritual pressure broke, sending shockwaves of pure raw energy surging through out the house. Loose tiling fell from the ceiling; wooden floors were torn up and strewn about. Cabinets lay overturned while wall paper scattered the halls ways. Broken picture frames lay amongst the rest of the rubble. Yoruichi watched as her friend fell to the floor breathing labouredly as her limbs shook from such a violent attack.
"For the record." Yoruichi began as her eyes returned to normal and she crossed her arms over her chest; though not before brushing dust from her shoulder. The Goddess took a step forward and peered down at the brute woman. She smirked slightly. "You owe me a new house."
A/N: Short. Yes. But its an update to let everyone know that I am still continuing this story. I will finish all of my Bleach fics in due time. Review.