Death's New Life chapter 2. Just great….
Dreams. Can either be a glorious escape from reality or visions of sheer horror.
I hate dreams. Containing the memories I had tried so desperately to lock away. The constant agony of reliving the murder of my brother, not being able to do anything, its pure torture.
I woke with a blood-chilling scream, rapidly sitting up from my prone position on the bed covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat. Panting I looked around and remembered where I was and instantly dissolved into sobs. Bringing my hands up to my face to muffle the sounds, I flopped back onto the bed despair rolling through me like a restless sea. I had essentially been completely useless in trying to fend off the random attacker. He had no right to die; I have no right to live. I heard the faint click of a door opening and closing then footsteps headed toward my bed.
I slowed down my breathing and smothered my wild emotions; at least I would try to seem sane here so they could let me out sooner. Looking up from under my hands I saw the bright orange hair and warm brown eyes I had grown to idolize in terms of power and strength. I know pathetic but the kid is an absolute powerhouse.
"You were screaming in your sleep I think it's about time you tell me." He intoned.
I narrowed my eyes at his brash demand. He was not asking, he was demanding an answer. I clenched my fist at my side to hold off from slapping him; he probably would've just grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Why should I tell you? You do not know me." I hissed.
'This is pathetic, letting my emotions get a hold on me, I wasn't this bad when Mom, Dad, and Andy died.'
He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly bright orange locks.
"Sometimes it helps to talk about it. " He softly suggested.
'Hah! So he's not completely dense. At least he noticed my sudden mood change.' I thought sarcastically.
I sighed then winced as I realized my rib wasn't healed at all.
"It's a really, really, long story."
He leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"I've got time."
My eye twitched in annoyance as I realized he wasn't leaving till he got an answer.
'Stupid overpowered strawberry…. Didn't realize he was this aggravating'
"Alright fine." I growled.
I sat up then looked down at my hands, my eyes taking on a distant and haunted feel to them.
"I'm going to start from when shit started rolling down hill… Two years ago my Mother, Father and youngest of two brothers died in a car accident." I paused to sigh and ran a hand through my hair at the half truth and scowled, my gaze completely fixated on my tear stained hands.
"The only one's left were me and my brother, I was sixteen at the time and he was fourteen. And it was then that I swore on my parent's graves that I would protect him. I was able to convince the government to let us live on our own. I was forced to get a job, as was Dave. We made enough money to live on along with the money the government gave us and the money from our relatives. Though all of them weren't in the country and weren't able to make it over to the states. But I didn't really care. We took up boxing and I was able to get him into football…we… We were happy. We helped each other through our problems; we survived. For about a year things had begun to become normal between us, like there wasn't this constant cloud hanging over our shoulders. Then, I guess you could call it yesterday, I took him to a restaurant… just on a whim ya know…and it started pouring…" My eyes began to sting with tears. I couldn't do anything to stop them as they cascaded down my cheeks.
"He headed out to the car ahead of me and was attacked, immobilized, by some creep with an overly long army knife completely dressed in black; didn't help that it was dark and I couldn't see his face with that mask on. When I got there he was kneeling on the ground… there was so much blood… I was so angry… I rushed in with out thinking and I managed to get a few hits on him but I ended up like this," I paused to roughly gesture toward my bandaged torso. "I was in so much pain I couldn't move as he… as he… murdered my brother… I couldn't protect him! He had to sit there and watch his sister get completely overwhelmed then had his neck snapped! I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO WATCH YOUR FAMILY DIE!" I paused; frozen in my own turbulent emotions. " I couldn't do anything as I died…" My choked words turned into full-blown sobs.
I had lost everything, I wanted to just curl up and die. But I couldn't knowing my brother would probably come back and kick my ass for being so pathetic. I would live and carry this burden. I would live the life my brother should have lived. When I finally was able to stop my river of tears, I wiped my eyes and looked at Ichigo. He was stunned to say in the least. Hell I would be to; I'm supposed to be dead.
I took a long shaky sigh and finished my overly depressing tale.
"And when I woke up I was in the park. The wound in my chest mysteriously scarred over, the wound in my gut and shoulder bleeding profusely, and it was raining. So that's it. Anything else you wanna know?" I finished sarcastically.
A pregnant silence permeated the room as Ichigo just stared pity forming in his soft brown eyes. This time I did slap him.
"Don't you dare pity me Kurosaki." I snarled. "I swear to god if you take pity on me because of what I been through I will kill you." I finished dangerously. I still didn't understand why I told him, but I knew that I sure as hell didn't want him pitying me.
His eyes widened at my statement then flashed in recognition. He sighed and once more ran a hand through his hair further ruffling his already unruly spiky mop of hair.
"While I am sorry for what happened to you, believe me when I say this I completely understand. I may not have lost my family like you have but I lost my mom in a similar manner."
WTF! Totally out of character for Ichigo… like seriously… whoa. A caring… concerned strawberry… yeah definitely a random world formed by my insanity. What I hadn't realized was that when my mind ventured off that my eyes had become the size of dinner plates and that I now looked like a goldfish. It took said strawberry's laughter to snap me out of it.
I narrowed my eyes and frowned my face contorting into a fierce scowl and grunted out.
"Okay it's not that funny strawberry. Sheesh. Anyway is there a chance that my clothes survived. I don't intent to stay on this bed for longer then another day, wounds healed or not."
It was comical the way his mouth snapped shut and his scowl immediately made its way back onto his face.
"Unfortunately no. They were… well you get the idea. Anyway I think my littlest sister Yuzu went to buy you some new clothes, seeing as you literally don't have anywhere to go…" He paused and blinked twice.
"How old are you?" he continued somewhat hesitantly.
"Eighteen."
"Have you graduated?"
"Uh.. yeah.."
"Yeah anyway I need to talk… to a few people… you literally appeared out of thin air."
With that he just walked out; lost in thought you could say.
I turned around and looked out the window. Karakura town really looked serene. It may be the spiritually rich center of the world but you couldn't tell if you just looked at it. People with out a care in the world going about their daily lives totally oblivious to the dangers that literally lurked in the shadows.
I shook my head.
'What am I? A philosopher?'
I tossed the white bed sheet off and spun in bed placing my feet on the floor. The sudden desire to go outside almost overwhelming. In one fluid motion I was upright. Oh what an idiot I am. Pain exploded across my body. Gritting my teeth as to prevent the almost inevitable cry of pain, and straightening out my hunched posture I steadily walked toward the door. Each step was a whole new level of hell. In the back of my mind I heard this buzzing noise and ignored it, it was probably my common sense screaming at me. I didn't care. I needed to get outside of this clinic. I did't understand why but as I reached the door and opened it, a wave of just pure resolve, you could say, enveloped me and everything was just gone. Clinging to that I kicked into a jog and worked my way through the clinic and to what I recognize as the front door; somewhat surprised at how quiet the clinic is. I slow to a walk and ease the door open. The suns mid day rays assault my eyes causing me to squint as I walked; my torso completely covered in bandages and over that a white shirt and a pair of white baggy shorts, into the front walkway.
The sense of peace is astounding. I hadn't felt this in years. Something instinctually tells me that life here might not be so bad. I'm supposed to be dead yet here I am completely alive in the universe known as Bleach, though I'm convinced that it's just some randomness my mind has cooked up, the throbbing in my gut and shoulder attests to that. I'm alone but not entirely.
'Damn right your not' a voice rough and comforting echoes through out my conscious.
Momentarily stunned I stare into the distance not seeing what's there just waiting to see if I get another 'response'.
"I guess dying causes sudden bouts of Schizophrenia" I mumble.
I blink a few times then leisurely walk over to the street curb and sit, simply enjoying the sun while I can.
'No I will enjoy the sun for as long as I damn well please, injury or no injury.'
Tilting my head back, auburn hair flowing like a river behind my back, and closing my eyes I just want to forget. My brother shouldn't have died at my expense; my family shouldn't have died. I wasn't able to protect those whom I cared about. Cliché I know. But it completely makes sense. I hadn't been able to fend off that murderer; I sent my family away because of my temper. The tears began anew as my thoughts became swamped is self-loathing and guilt. Leaning against the wall in front of the clinic I let everything I had held in out into sobs eventually falling into unconsciousness under a warm midday sun.
"Oniichan"
I jumped from my position against the wall immediately alert and groaned in pain as my gut protested violently. Blinking against the pain I directed my gaze to the childish voice that had brought me back to the land of the 'conscious'. It turned out to be a small boy, by the size of him about 6 or 7 years old. His small face framed by short brown hair and bright green eyes a proud testament to his youth. He seemed to be covered in what looked like brown dirt stains and dressed in a tattered yellow shirt and brown shorts. Then I saw it. The metal hexagon shaped plate sitting in the middle of his chest with a length of chain hanging from it, stopping just before the kid's ankles. My thoughts immediately became panic-y causing my hazel eyes to widen in slight shock.
'Oh no, those aren't dirt stains those are probably blood stains. And now I'm seeing dead people, great.' I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped me at the thought.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt or scare you, it's just that you didn't look very comfy laying there." He squeaked.
"Ah… No I was just surprised that's all… What's up?" I yawned.
At my casual greeting his face lit up in pure joy. It was infectious as I grinned slightly in response.
"I'm so happy you can see me!" he exclaimed jumping into my arms hugging my waist lightly seemingly trying to avoid hurting me. "I've been walking around for ever trying to get people's attention but they just ignore me. I was so scared and alone." He began sobbing into my shoulder and I cradled him closer. He is dead and alone; hell I'm supposed to be dead. I understood his pain all to well. First and foremost though I needed to find a shinigami, I really didn't like the English dub version of bleach the voices didn't sound right, and make sure that this kid didn't fall victim to a hollow. But I wanted to make sure this kid had a good time first.
"Shh. It's going to be okay. So don't cry now, it won't do anything but make the pain worse. Why don't you show me around town 'cause I'm new here." I paused, realizing I was also talking to my self on some sense, lightly creating some distance between us so I could look him in the eyes. The reward was instant. His face lit up into a grin that seemed to split his face in half, his green eyes twinkling in joy.
"In fact shouldn't there be a park around here some where? Why don't we go hang there?" I continued softly.
He squealed and laughed in delight as he grabbed my hand and helped me up from my spot on the concrete. Standing up I realized that the sun was beginning to set and I frowned knowing that I had probably been out for a while and that the entire time no one had been to the clinic. Something didn't bode right about that with me. Looking up and seeing my disgruntled expression the little boy tugged on my hand to get my attention.
"Is everything okay onii-chan?"
Slightly startled I looked down and smiled slightly, determined to make sure this kid had a good day before I sent him to find a shinigami.
"Yeah everything's just fine." I responded feigning the truth. Well it was half the truth.
At my response he promptly turned around and began leading me towards the park.
At the Urahara Shoten.
"So you're saying that this girl died then woke up here?" Urahara said somewhat seriously.
Ichigo for his part just nodded.
"Well this is definitely different. She had to have been the source then… the timing is to close to try and argue other wise… Ichigo you'll need to keep an eye on her. And with the burst of reitsu that we felt…" He trailed off his gray eyes calculating the continued. "She's a lot like you in that sense." He stated behind that infuriating fan.
Ichigo sighed and responded irritation coloring his words.
"I know that Hat n' Clogs." With that he got up from his seated position at the round table, brushing the wrinkles from his khaki pants and white hood-y he noticed that it was almost sunset and his scowl, if possible, got deeper.
"I need to head back to the clinic, getin' late. See ya round." He called as we walked out the door into he lot behind the store.
He had walked no more then 10 paces when the to familiar feeling of a hollow washed over him as well as a sudden immense spike in Alicia's reitsu. It wasn't your regular garden-variety hollow either it had the distinct feel of an 'adjucas'. Cursing he grabbed his Substitute badge in his pant pocket and squeezed causing his soul to pop out of his body the large cleaver that is Zangetsu wrapped in its cloth hanging on his back. His shihakshou (spelling?) fluttering slightly in the invisible breeze created by the immensity of his reitsu.
Turning his head over his shoulder he cast a glance at Urahara who was now standing in the doorway fan covering his visage.
"Watch my body would ya', I'll be back to get it… probably with Alicia in tow..." He called his frown deepening with each syllable.
'Man this is getting complicated'
Turning around he disappeared in whisper of shunpo.
Arriving at the park I grimaced remembering the pain of waking up here. It was empty, which was a good thing considering I was being dragged by an over enthusiastic dead child, something almost no one could see. Wordlessly he led me to the swing set that was surrounded in sand on the farthest edge of the park and clamored on to the nearest swing, a grin bright as the sun dancing on his childish features.
Sighing slightly I walked behind the kid and grabbed the chains on the sides of the swing itself.
"Ready. I'm going to do something I used to do for my youngest brother." I asked playfully.
An enthusiastic nod was the response as I pulled the swing slightly back before running forward and under the swing at the same time. The squeal of delight from the kid was damn funny and set me to laughing. His giggles were like music to my ears, they reminded me so much of my littlest brother. My laughing soon turned into coughs as my ribs decided to remind me that they hadn't healed yet.
"*Cough* Damn it…*cough*" I fell to my knees holding my ribs in an attempt to stem the pain. In that instant I felt like Ukitake Jushiro and really pitied the guy. The coughs turned nasty and it became hard to breathe as panic began to set in.
"ONII-CHAN!" the kid yelled as he hopped off the swing to run to my side.
Letting the 'attack' run its course I was able to breathe normally yet somewhat labored and ragged.
"I'll be fine kid. I just haven't healed fully. Thanks though." I whispered my voice hoarse from the rough abuse it endured.
"Okay but I think we should head back now, your sicker then I thought. You looked so peaceful when you were asleep. I'm sorry I brought you out here." He whispered, the apologetic tone in his squeaky voice almost tangible.
My heart winced at making this kid feel bad, and I immediately got up from my kneeling position in the sand then turned and hugged the kid as tears began to fall from his green eyes.
"Don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry about. I came here by my own will. I knew the risks. Please don't apologize." I whispered hugging him tighter.
For some reason he felt like my dead littlest brother, I was compelled to make sure he was happy.
His tears stopped falling as a blood-chilling howl ripped through the peaceful silence. My eyes widened in fear as my heart began to gallop in my chest and the scar on the left side of my chest began to burn.
"No…" I whispered fear causing my voice to crack.
Instincts kicked in and I grabbed the kid's wrist and ran.
"What was that Onii-chan?" He asked fearfully as we ran through the park.
"Hollow." I simply stated, fear driving my senses into over load. My heart was pounding in my ears, and the scar on my chest was becoming near unbearable.
We weren't far from the roadside when the hollow dropped down in front of us. I immediately froze in place causing my 'charge' to bump into me his eyes the size of dinner plates, his childish body shaking in fear.
The hollow in front of us looked like a mutated Ape. Arms thick and muscular covered in hair like spikes; it's hind legs short yet covered in the same hair-like spikes. Its body looked like the top half of an hour glad completely covered in muscle its entire body a sickly green color. The mask was probably the worst. Imagine a boar and a monkey ran head first into each other. Yeah like that. The top half looked distinctly like an ape, demonic yellow eyes fixated on me and the kid I was standing defensively in front of, its lower half mask was snout like in appearance yet it had long saber like canines curving down the side.
The worst was its voice, so sick and distorted it made me want to hurl.
"Ah two souls. Wha' a treat." It drawled.
Tilting its head up slightly it began to sniff the air before fixing its gaze on me and continuing, murderous glee shining in its eyes.
"And one wit' an espe'ially tas'y smellin' soul. I t'ink I'll save ya' fer last."
Its warbled distorted voice sent waves of fear that penetrated my very bones. My heart scar was now screaming with pain as if trying to tell me to run, but I wouldn't. I had to protect this kid. There wouldn't be a repeat of what happened with my family. I had hunched foward slightly in fear; sweat covered my body in a thick sheen from the pressure weighing down my body. Grunting in effort I straightened and glared at the slimy hollow.
"You sick son of a bitch. You will not touch this kid." I growled. As if to punctuate my words power of my own began to flow vigorously through my veins. It was amazing. Briefly I closed my eyes and tried to direct that flow to my limbs so that my attacks would be backed with that power. You don't obsess over Bleach and not know what to do.
For a split second I realized I was calmer this time. Was it because the kid reminded me of my dead youngest brother?
Hissing the hollow lunged toward me limbs stretched out to the side and tensed to sweep my legs out from under me. I widened my legs and brought my arms up in an X to block the oncoming strike.
Oh how naive I am.
Upon impact I felt my body give way as the hollow easily over powered me, throwing me like a rag doll against a tree some 50 or so meters away. The amount of pain I was in before was nothing compared to this. Emanating from my spine and head it rippled through my body like hell's fire. My gut, which had been quiet, suddenly erupted in pain. I felt the slowly closing wound rip and tear, blood flowing like a river into the gauze surrounding it. My vision was black and hazy, my head throbbing to my heartbeat. I felt a warm liquid lazily wind its way down my chin and head. Each second was torture, my emotions tearing at me for not being able to protect the boy my body rebelling against every breath, every thought.
'NO! I won't let him die! I can't…'
"Pathetic."
Everything froze. Time, pain, thoughts, just stopped as my mind registered the distinctly male yet feline like growling that seemed to come from the center of my being. Somewhere my mind registered that my heart scar was no longer in pain rather I felt… itchy…
'W-what...' I thought hazily
"I didn't bring you here to die. Moronic woman." He hissed.
Fury like no other exploded through out my being.
'YOU BROUGHT ME HERE!' I mentally screamed. 'Why what the hell can a teenager like me do! This is just some fucked up world in my head! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!' I paused and took a mental step back the gears in my mind began turning.
' Bring me to you. We need to talk.' I seethed.
'Tch. Fine woman, hold on.' He growled.
Slightly surprised at his sudden acceptance of my 'demand' I was thrown for a loop when I gained the feeling of falling through air. I opened my mouth to curse anything and everything but no sound came. And before I could blink light blinded everything.
Slowly blinking and gaining my equilibrium I looked around to meet a head of shocking almost neon light blue hair, and froze my mind not able to fully comprehend what I was seeing.
"G-Grimmjow… No way… You've got to be shitting me…" I whispered in awe.
His only response was a shit-eating grin that would've made Ichigo's own inner hollow proud. Wait… why the fuck do I have an inner hollow?
"Okay.. So why do I have YOU in my…" I paused and brought my hands up to air quote my next few words. " Quote 'Inner World' end quote. Why isn't there a zanpaktou here? And why the hell do I have an inner hollow?" I stated, my irritation almost palpable.
I was confused, furious, and curious. Hay that rhymes! I furrowed my brows and scowled at the former 6th Espada who was standing in front of me dressed in his white uniform, hollow hole still evident in his lower abdomen, the red scar from one black Getsuga Tenshou prominent on his chiseled chest.
He chuckled slightly, the sound sending chills down my spine, before locking his blue blood thirsty eyes with my confused/ furious hazel ones.
" I can't answer your questions now, we don't have the time. But can you trust me enough to give me control so that I can completely destroy the pathetic hollow!" His tone had started solid before creshendo-ing (sp) into a feral murderous roar.
I stared defiant and slightly hesitant. If I remembered right this man was a bloodthirsty panther who died at the chance to fight…. And include ridiculous amounts of power. And to add to this he is totally out of character… he wants to destroy the hollow... that hurt me? But that damn hollow… my teeth ground against one another as fury took over confusion and hesitation. His solid electric blue eyes, framed by his shocking neon blue head of spiky hair, never left mine as the decision was made in my head.
" Deal."I declared a sadistic smirk beginning to dance on the edges of my lips.
My posture had straightened and pure murderous fire could be seen clear as day in my now multi-color hazel eyes. My middle back length auburn hair curved in wisps around my head as I strode over to the panther like Espada completely oblivious to the scenery around me. His face contorted into a grin that was so evil it seemed to split his face in two. Yet his eyes and posture held an air of confidence, power and last but not least approval towards my words. I walked till we were side by side, facing opposite directions. Following my instincts I brought my left hand up and placed it on his shoulder, which was level with my eyes. Damn I'm short. Bowing my head I murmured.
"Thank you Grimmjow Jaggerjaques."
He scoffed then replied.
"Tch. Don't thank me woman. Not yet."
I just closed my eyes as he vanished under my touch a small chuckle escaping my lips.
"This is going to be interesting." I said softly never once opening my eyes. Then clenching my fists at my sides I continued throwing my head back.
"ABSOLUTELY MURDER THAT BASTARD GRIMMJOW!" I just about roared.
In response I heard a small feral chuckle echo around me.
"Don't worry about it."
Outside Ichigo had just reached the park and had seen Alicia backhanded and watched as she flew backwards into a tree with a large crack.
His eyes widened in horror as he watched her body slump lifeless against the tree. In one fluid movement Zangetsu was drawn and Ichigo disappeared and instantly reappeared next to the adjucas class hollow who was moving cumbersomely toward the small soul who had been off to the side. A spectator in a horror scene.
In a cry of rage Ichigo swung sideways aiming to cleave through one of its arms only to have the ape like hollow to disappear in a buzz of sonido and reappear some distance away. Shock and excitement now apparent in its eyes. Ichigo's grip tightened on the cloth covered hilt-like extension on Zangetsu as his eyes narrowed in to murderous slits. Black slowly over taking white; harsh gold overtaking warm amber.
Wordlessly Ichigo brings his blade to the side his muscles tensing and un-tensing in preparation for his most famous attack. Zangetsu began to hum and radiate a light blue and black light around its shining lethal silver edge.
"Getsuga-" he begins, his tone warped and deadly.
BA-DUMP.
Only to freeze and a sudden powerful and familiar wave of reitsu explodes from behind him. His shock causing his eyes to flash back to their usual color combination and his jaw to drop as his spins away from the hollow to stare at a now upright Alicia, her form glowing a murderous bright blue.
"No-No way…" He whispered into the encroaching night.
'It- it can't be! He's dead! I WATCHED HIM DIE!' his mind screamed.
Okay longest chapter EVAR! For me anyway.. Heh heh… ANYWAY why should I stop there and leave you with such a cliffhanger? Would I be that cruel?
YEA-no… I'm not that evil. So here's the next part to the chapter :D
Chapter 2 PART 2!
Alone in my inner world I finally looked around and I was stunned to say the least.
Have you ever been in a Redwood forest? If you haven't your missing out. The size and beauty of those trees is absolutely breath taking. They seem to go on forever, trying to reach the heavens. Their bark, which was amazingly the color of my hair, seemed to writhe as if alive. Vines and small plants competing for a place to take in sunlight.
Sunlight.
Tilting my head up I notice small streams of light getting through the almost unreachable branches of the trees. I then refocus my gaze down ward and realize I'm not only standing in a patch or clearing of grass but I'm also wearing a variation of the Espada/ arrancar clothing with distinct shinigami flair. A vest, darker then the sky in Hueco Mundo, that hugs my torso revealing my heart scar and stopping in a reverse V showing off the now scarred yet toned tissue of my abdomen. It shows no cleavage at all but hugs to me like a second skin, surprisingly it doesn't feel tight or constricting at all, rather it seems to flow with me. Looking past my chest I see a loose and baggy yet fitting pair of equally black hakama pants that seem to pronounce my lithe and athletic legs that begin just below my hip bones and then flairs out dramatically, and ruffling, stopping just below my ankles revealing a pair of shinigami's sandals (don't know what those are called). I then notice the exotic solver patterns across the dark material that makes the clothing seem alive. I'm completely spell bound by the clothing in how it completely suits me, entirely arrancar yet entirely shinigami at the same time. I couldn't explain it but it does. Shrugging and noticing my bare shoulders I decide to sit against one of the near by tree's seeking some peace for the first time in a long time.
Ichigo and the hollow continue to stare as Alicia continues to emit wave after wave of powerful bloodthirsty reitsu while standing with her head down auburn hair concealing her expression.
Suddenly she disappears in a recognizable buzz of sonido and reappears in front of the hollow, her left hand against the mask. Unable to move against the bloodthirsty torrent of energy the hollow can only stare in utter terror as her right hand curls into a claw charging a cero and with a simple twitch of her hand releases it and all its fury completely decimating the ape's left side.
With fluid cat like movements Alicia's head snaps up and hone's her gaze on Ichigo. Her once hazel eyes now a shocking blue as parts of Grimmjow's old hollow mask begin to form in her left cheek, her face split in a shit-eating grin.
"Yo. It's been a while hasn't it Kurosaki." Alicia drawls, her voice distorted and overlapped with the growl that is recognizably Grimmjow.
Ichigo can only stand there dumbfounded as everything begins to come into focus.
Alicia Johnson is Grimmjow Jaggerjaques.
In a dazzling display of power Ichigo erupts in a show if lightning blue and midnight black reitsu. The blue and black flames licking and scorching the air. Moments later Rukia, Renji, Ishida, and Urahara appear flickering behind the Substitute their faces perfect pictures of shock. Excluding Urahara who brings his fan up to hide his amusement.
Alicia responds by throwing her hands up in a defensive gesture pure sardonic enjoyment lighting her features.
"Hey now. I'm not here to fight you. Little missy here is positively furious as this fucktarded hollow and handed me the reigns long enough for me to completely shred this dumb fuck. So if you attack me." There's a pause and a sadistic chuckle permeates through the reitsu-saturated air.
"You murder this innocent woman. I'm not going to fight her now, even I know when I'm not powerful enough, dying does that to a man. But there will come a time when I will fight for the right to be free again, you can't cage the panther king." He finished his voice a low raspy growl with the undertones that distinctly defines Alicia.
Turning away from the stunned group and lifting a hand he charges one last cero, this one MUCH stronger then the first and fires. The blood red beam howling as is explodes across the distance between it and the hollow. The hollow never had a chance. With one final agonized howl it disappears into oblivion.
With the hollow gone the mask crumbles into dust and disappears taking the bloodthirsty torrent with it. Leaving a completely shocked strawberry, pineapple, nerd, bunny of doom, and mad genius in its wake.
A/N
Anyway I need to send thanks to shadowgouf, BlackNightHawk64, Ellabella1102, and last but not least soccerstar7 for their amazingly awesome reviews. AAll of them especially soccerstar had be going back to revise my chapter like a bazillion times to make sure I didn't reveal to much. And I don't think I did… so I should be safe… eh…
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