01.5
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'réspondez,
s'il vous
plaît'
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01.5
She fell backwards in a quickened attempt to escape the grasp of Ai. Right before she could dodge out of the way, Ai launched herself at Sakura and grabbed her arm. Sakura struggled to free herself from Ai's grasp, but not before feeling a hot burning sensation through the sleeve of her sweater.
She began to scream, and she screamed frantically, begging someone to magically appear and save her.
"There's no use screaming now, girl. With any luck this miasma will destroy you before that Ichigo comes to save you!" Ai did not let go, and Sakura jerked her arm once more, successfully getting her arm free. She started to back away, only to trip backwards. Her ankle was swollen from tripping on the big cement rubble from earlier.
No tears could be shed for the predicament she was in; she'd lost her ability to cry and mourn after her parents died. She looked down at her pale fingers, half-hidden by the green, luscious grass. She looked up again, and when she did, it was a sight she was not expecting to see.
Before her, Ai had morphed several different shapes before finally morphing into a tall, quite handsome man; almost a mirror image of herself, except a little taller and the hair, a little less pink.
"You see," it began "I can be whoever I want to be, whenever I want to be." Slowly, the figure advanced towards the place where Sakura had fallen and raised a pale hand to her face. Slowly, it moved a stray lock from her face and caressed her flushed cheek.
"Who...what are you?" Sakura whispered. She looked up into emerald eyes that stared back at her with a mocking curiosity. Suddenly, hands roughly grasped both sides of her head, and another forehead was crashing into hers.
"Grand Fisher." Grand Fisher's lips crashed to Sakura's own and she struggled against his iron grip on her head. His lips moved roughly and violently on hers, and she was losing conscious every second that passed by. One hand moved to her lower back, and pushed her flush against his body. Sakura struggled and struggled against him, while he groaned and pulled her closer. A sudden eruption of reiatsu surrounded them, making their hair fly up wildly.
He was sucking out her reiatsu, and she didn't even know it. Sakura's eyes dropped little by little; the world becoming hazier and hazier before her very eyes.
Moi fleur de cerisier! A voice called to her. She glanced around, but saw nobody.
Moi fleur de cerisier! The voice repeated. It sounded as if the voice was coming from inside her head.Moi fleur de cerisier! Inner Sakura? She had thought that her inner alter-ego had disappeared a while ago.
Sakura's eyes were half-mast, and she could feel her limbs become unresponsive to her motor commands.
Réspondez, s'il vous plait!Her eyes became saucers, and her pupils disappeared behind a sea of soft, emerald green. She was blind and deaf to the world and her motor skills—impaired. Her eyelids descended serenely, and she lost consciousness. Sakura was vulnerable now; so very weak and defenseless. Her reflexes—disabled.
She slouched in the grip of Grand Fisher, and he seemed to not care until the flux of reiatsu that was leaking from her subsided. He knew that she had more within her; that there was some kind of a strange force withholding her delicious power. He contemplated about who and what the force could possibly be.
"Could it be…?" He asked himself for a moment. Faux eyes shone with a flash of anger, rage, and mischief. "Well now, can't have another one running around; they'll be the death of me. We'll have to fix that, shan't we?" He mischievously chuckled to himself. A violent playfulness danced around the edges of his eyes as his face contorted into a wickedly painful smile that showed no mercy. He latched his mouth onto Sakura's exposed neck and sucked, leaving in his wake a dark, infected love bite that began to pulsate on her skin. It began to grow spider-leg like purple veins that began to slowly spread outwards; it was meant to feed on her reiatsu and life force and keep it at a bare minimum.
Looking at his hand, he watched as his fingernails extended and morphed into claws. He crouched down to the soggy, wet grass and used his hand to make a makeshift hiding place for Sakura. He dug a hole that was six feet deep and ten feet wide.
Slowly, he raised his eyes back to Sakura's unconscious form and sniggered to himself maniacally. He stood up again and proceeded towards where she lay and straddled her waist. His eyes roamed her body and he groaned when he felt a foreign object pushing itself out from inside his pants. "Humans…." He cursed silently. Images of what he would do to this vulnerable girl beneath him flitted across his mind, and before he knew it his palm darted towards her clothed chest.
Sparks of a kind of repelling kido shocked his hand and racked through his entire frame as he fought to escape from the unconscious girl's body. He glared at her maliciously when he looked back to see her still asleep. Using his foot, he kicked her all the way over to the pit he made, and then proceeded to kick her over with little grace and no ounce of regret. He jumped in after her and landed graciously on his two feet.
"I don't see why boss is so obsessed with you anyways." He growled. Had things gone his way, he would've raped the girl and forced her to bear his offspring, but no. They had to do things the sadistically long and painfully boring way like smart bastards. Had things gone his way, Ichigo would have been eliminated. But no.
The Sakura gender-bender imposter reached into his back pocket and produced a large, pink blanket covered in cherry blossoms. He spread it and lay it over Sakura's sleeping form, knowing that his boss was out watching him. He wanted—no needed to survive! He had plans, and if he wanted to carry out those plans he had found it in his best interest to listen and obey what the boss man says.
He looked back at the blanket resting on the girl's form; Haruno Sakura embroidered in kanji next to one of the cherry blossoms. He sighed to himself, wondering if his boss was really as scary as others made him out to be or just a big ball of emotional fluff. He cursed under his breath and a flash of lightning came down right next to him and he jumped like a cat and ran to a side of the mud wall and cowered in fear, while saying his prayers.
He looked behind him again, and saw that the blanket also formed some kind of barrier around her. He looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were congregating again to create another rain storm. Hastily, he climbed up the mud wall and over the top, searching around for big leaves, twigs, and branches to at least protect the pit from the rain. He found some, and quickly made use of the little time he had left before the storm came along.
He finished just in time as the sky began to rumble its low, and mighty rumble. He heard footsteps not too far away from his position, and by the pattern and flow of reiatsu he could tell that it was none other than Kurosaki Ichigo. Grand Fisher smiled a huge, shit-eating grin that would put even the Joker to shame, and began to morph and shapeshift his form to match that of Sakura's. Every detail he had down; all except for one.
The rustling became louder. Faux Sakura settled down next to a tree trunk and faked tears as if to show disappointment and regret that she let Grand Fisher escape.
In the bushes across from him, Ichigo stumbled out. His appearance was messy; leaves and twigs in his hair, completed with uneven panting. Imposter Sakura made sure to keep her voice out of his range of hearing, because her voice was actually still the same pitch as Grand Fisher's. She looked up at him and tried to stifle a giggle.
"You pink-haired brat! You head butted me! Do you know how much that hurt?" Ichigo yelled. Faux Sakura shook her head timidly. Ichigo halted his tirade to ask her if she was okay. Faux Sakura simply swallowed, and swallowed hard to adjust her larynx to the right pitch and tone of Sakura.
"I'm fine."
"Well that's good, 'cause now we can go back. Naruto's worried about you." Ichigo said with a gentler tone of voice. He stalked toward faux Sakura and turned his back so it was facing her. He kneeled down to allow her on his back. Faux Sakura looked at him in question.
"You must be tired, right? So hop on. No complaints." Ichigo said without turning around in a tone of voice that left no room for complaints. Faux Sakura smiled a wide, evil grin that leaked so much bloodlust and desire to destroy that the animals in the surrounding scurried and flew away to safety.
"Well, if you insist." She said coyly. She climbed onto his back, and yelped when Ichigo hooked his hands under her knees. "Hold on tight." He said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged her close, but not before saying something to shock her.
"Your reiatsu signature is different."
this chapter was short lol.
question: should I make an Omake to go with this story? like christmas omake and stuff?
yes, those words are french.
Réspondez, s'il vous plait!-Respond Please!
Moi fleur de cerisier!- My Cherry Blossom!
:b i like french words tr0l0l0l0
I hope that wasn't too much of a cliffy :'(
I wanted to finish this as a Christmas present for yu gaiz since you've been so kind to me :')
Merry Christmas! And have a Happy New Year! :D
Critics are still welcome. Don't forget to R&R ;b
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