Chapter 13: Love is in the Air Tonight
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! Oh, me and my sorrowful life!
Ichigo: Took you long enough!
Me: Took me long enough to what?
Ichigo: To update! What else!
Grimmjow: You sure took your time to do it, didn't you?
Me: Well, of course I did! Nobody reviewed so I didn't feel motivated!
Grimmjow: And if they had reviewed?
Me: Then I would have updated sooner! But you know what? I'll update this as soon as I get 5 new reviews. That's all I want
Ichigo: I don't mind… It doesn't seem too difficult…
Grimmjow: That is, if people are willing to review.
Me: It's up to them if they want another update or not.
White, burning love
A small red rose
The night sky above
Will all of these be
The key to my heart?
"Let her take her little friend, it doesn't matter to me. What I need you to do is to find the king of hollows and shinigami and inform me of his whereabouts." Ulquiorra bowed deeply before exiting the throne room, and began looking for said king.
Ulquiorra began his search by trying to capture a hollow named Toki. He was by far the weakest hollow he had ever met, but he was the smartest and he seemed to have the information he needed.
Ulquiorra knew where to find him. Anyone who knew him would. That was because he was always in the same area at that time of year. He looked around with his empty, green eyes; looking for said hollow. He spotted him after a few seconds sitting on the top of a mountain of white sand.
"I knew I'd find you here…" he said to the small hollow after walked towards him. He was now standing directly behind the hollow, but the hollow did not look at him. The hollow looked at the sky with deep longing in its red eyes.
"And I knew that you'd come here to find me" the small hollow said with a flat tone. The hollow's white mask had purple stripes going straight down from its tip, through the eye-holes, and down to the chin. His body was small and slender with long arms and legs. His body was all in an off-white color, and had a long white tail whose tip was colored in red.
"Oh, did you now?" asked Ulquiorra, allowing a small smile on his face. The small hollow laughed. "Of course, who do you think you're talking to!" his voice echoed in the forever-night of Hueco Mundo. "You came for me to tell you about the king. Aizen's orders, right?" Ulquiorra nodded and Toki rolled his eyes.
"And what makes you think that I'd tell you anything?" Ulquiorra looked at him, a bit surprised. The small hollow shook his head and looked into the other's green eyes.
"You won't?" asked Ulquiorra. The small hollow now stood in front of the other, his face blank as he shook his head again.
"No, I am loyal to the real king… and he personally asked me not to tell a soul about who he is, where he is, and why he is hiding. So, as you can see, I can't tell you anything…" Ulquiorra nodded, but was not satisfied with the answer. He needed information.
"If you won't tell me, then I have no use for you… I will have to kill you" Ulquiorra said and stretched his arm towards the small hollow. Toki didn't look frightened or excited, as if he didn't care if he were to die or had something up his sleeve.
"Do it, and you will never find the real king. I'm the only one who could bring you to the king" he said with a smile and then sat on the ground. Ulquiorra stopped in an instant and looked at the hollow. He wanted to kill the small-powerless thing, but couldn't do it unless he wanted to ruin his mission. He sighed.
"What do I need to do to make you talk?" a smile crept onto the smaller hollow's face as he heard this.
"A small thing really; you just have to make sure that Ichigo Kurosaki will never come to harm…"
As if the sadness could take me
As if it would lock me away
Like I'd let it consume my very soul
And that's cause my whole being
Is meant for you
"You must capture that shinigami and bring him back with you. Do you understand? Don't kill him, simply capture him, okay?"
"Yes," they answered simply.
Teenage Isshin stared at the weird and completely new to him kind of food he held in his hand. "What did the nice young man say it was called again? Ice-creep…? No… what was it…"
Shrugging, he took a bite of the ice cream he was holding. His eyes widened and his tongue tingled from the taste.
"A-amazing!" He exclaimed, recalling how difficult it was to get the ice-thing. At first, he forgot that living people can't see him, so he used one of his special abilities that he got from his father's side and then the vendor could see him.
He even got the ice- something for free!
Isshin danced a little happy dance when he heard a voice behind him begin to laugh. He turned around and saw a girl sitting on a bench almost exploding with laughter. She looked so beautiful and he couldn't help but to look at her in wonder.
Who was she?
Why was she laughing at him?
But most of all, how the hell was she so beautiful!
"What's so funny?" He asked her. She looked at him for a while and suddenly burst out laughing again.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm not usually like this..." She said trying to calm down. "It was just so funny that I couldn't help it!" she smiled at him so sweetly that even an angel's smile would be put to shame.
"I-It's O-okay...!" Isshin said and blushed before suddenly looking at the sky as if it were the most interesting thing on Earth.
The girl giggled again, stood up, and moved closer.
"My name is Masaki, what's your name?" She asked him. Before answering her, he looked at her, studying her beauty.
She was a woman of average height. She had fair skin and long light wavy orange hair that went down to her back that looked like she usually tied in a knot, and had bangs on the side of her face that went down to her chin in the front. She wore a plain dress and wore pink strawberry-smelling lipstick.
"I-Isshin, call me Isshin." he said awkwardly. She laughed out loud and her voice was that of an angel's. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "So Isshin, do you want to walk me home?" she asked with a beautiful smile and he couldn't say no.
Small pieces of me are in your arms
One smaller than the rest is in the heart
I love you like no one else
Be mine, now, and forever
Till my heart melts…
Isshin sighed and they both started heading into the direction of his house quickly.
"So, what do you say?" asked Kisuke. Isshin only looked at him with big, wide eyes and then screamed.
"My dad did WHAT!" Kisuke opened his fan and hid behind it. It wasn't smart to be near a mad Isshin and he knew it from experience, but to actually be the one to make Isshin mad was a lot dumber.
"You heard me; your dad is the one who kidnapped Ichigo." If Isshin exploded right now, Kisuke wouldn't be surprised. "Like I said, one of my sources told me that one of your father's loyal hollows was the one who took Ichigo."
"But why? He's never come to visit and has never come to meet me and Masaki and not to mention the kids…so why would he kidnap Ichigo?" Isshin ranted.
Kisuke kind of knew why, but he wouldn't risk telling Isshin. It was only a hypothesis; he had no proof. But something told him that he may be right so he decided to do so anyway.
"I think your father wants to leave the throne to Ichigo. I think he wants Ichigo to be the next king…."