A strong spiritual pressure crashed into him, snapping him out of his sorrow. It was heavy and stifling, choking the victims. It wasn't one that he recognized, for it was more hostile than just a mere hollow's. It was close.

Flash step guided him quickly to the scene. He stopped mid-step and his eyes grew wider. Pictures and faint memories danced before him, and he felt an anger boil up in his chest. His hands instinctively reached behind him, on his right, to pull out Zangetsu. Seeing that he had the sword securely gripped, his hands not feeling any motion, he went on the offensive. The creature was faster than last time…faster than that time with Renji, but this time he didn't have the lieutenant to back him up. In his unconscious moment of worry, the creature had slammed its clawed fist on the ground far too close for comfort. Crap! The creature had a partial mask, covering its left eye with jagged teeth circling the inside ring. It was a large hollow…huge actually, with a hole exactly where the mask covered…on its left eye. He began to see red…hell he was pissed.

He had restarted his assault on his enemy, carefully scanning the enemy's movements, watching muscle patterns along with the attacks it threw out. A clawed hand, the size of half of Ichigo's body, swiped downwards as the shinigami recovering from a blow to the head. It scoured into his back and as he hit the floor he thought he could hear his spine crack. His wrist was in an impossible angle underneath him whilst the creature had managed to crack the bone in his leg with ease. He couldn't feel any pain. At least not from those wounds. He tried to get up, putting weight on his broken leg, but it was structurally impossible and it wouldn't hold his weight. Its long tail collided with his head, sending him sprawling across the grass. His vision blurred uncomfortably, and he couldn't seem to move. His back ached…and when he moved electrical waves of pain shot up his spine. His world faded in and out of black and the last thing he heard before blacking out was, "Scream, Benihime!" and a flash of red light.

Hell, this is like a deja vu. He opens his eyes and quickly shuts them again. He doesn't know where he is and a blinding headache made his eyes sting. He felt was still in someone's arms, their steps hasty and panicked. He sensed their distressed reiatsu, and he wondered what could have gotten them so worked up…and why was be being carried? He hissed barely audibly as he began to feel the injuries of the fight. Unless…He could only see the fields where he had passed to get to the hollow, and he felt his chest turn into lead.

"Let me down…" Ichigo said softly, but loud enough for the man to hear.

"Ichigo?"

"Please…let me down," his voice was beginning to sound desperate.

He felt his body being lowered and he let out a cry of pain as his broken leg was abused. He felt like he was going to throw up and soon enough, a thick red liquid splattered onto the grass. His body shook…Where the hell is it coming from…?

He felt hands take him around the waist again and gently carried him away, flash stepping throughout Karakura town until they reached Urahara Shoten. He flexed his wrist and could barely suppress a whimper as pain flew up his arm.

Time and time again…

A/N So there's my new chapter, sorry if it isn't that long but yeah….see if you can see what might happen next ^_^ (sigh) the things Ichigo puts up with to satisfy my stories XD But I guess the theme is Pain by Three Days Grace! I think its obvious whats coming…read in-between the lines and focus on what he feels…you might figure it out :) lol anyways PLEASE review…kinda losing inspiration ;~; lolzz anyways please review tho!