A fresh summer breeze swept across the courtyard of Kuoh Academy, with the amount of skirts present, Ichigo thought it was some kind of divine intervention. The wild and whimsical fingers of the wind seemed to grip the skirts of the girls and lifted them. Ichigo's eyes were filled with a myriad of colors and patterns, pink, baby blue, striped, and even some cute animal prints. He noticed, of course, supple, ample, smooth, but he didn't stare. They quickly pushed down on their plaid skirts to preserve their modesty.
Coming from far on his right, he could hear comments, and he knew exactly who they were.
"Lucky! Did you see those cheeks man?"
"It was glorious! A gift from god!"
Ichigo turned to see Motohama and Matsuda, along with Issei, who wasn't staring or making any comments. Still, though, he could tell the girls had become uncomfortable.
"Hey, what did I tell you two?!"
He cast a cold dead glare at the two, the visage of a death God itself.
Is that all they can think about? My God Rangiku would blow their minds if they saw her or Yoruichi.
Ichigo let out an annoyed sigh and proceeded to walk away from the student body. It was all a huge pain in the ass.
Issei Hyoudo considered himself one of the lucky few, securing a spot in Kuoh Academy as an early co-ed. He was 1 of 5 guys in the whole school, plus he was best friends with two of the remaining guys.
The issue came, however, when the remaining 2 guys had all the pull, Yuto Kiba The Smiling Prince. It was all too easy for Kiba to hold the rapt attention of the 1st year girls. It was infuriating that someone with such a devilish charm happened to be in his class.
And there was Ichigo Kurosaki, a second Year. A lone wolf, who didn't give anyone the time of day. That lonesome badass act attracted the girls who found Kiba to be a little too "pretty". All in all both of those bastards had successfully siphoned all the girls.
That alone was not the reason for Issei's ire, at least he could understand that they severely outmatched him. What got to him was their refusal to settle for one girl, no they had to hog them all.
Furthermore, while at least Kiba tried to reject them, Kurosaki-senpai completely ignored the girls, which Issei found to be a horrible offense.
I'd give him a piece of my mind if I wasn't terrified of him snapping me in half.
Still even with all that Issei felt blessed, as there was at least one girl in his life not tainted by either prince. Yuma Amano, yeah this was mostly because Yuma didn't attend Kuoh, but a win was a win.
Yuma Amano, was a slender but curvaceous girl, with long jet Black hair, and a soft round face. Her eyes were gentle and warm, and Issei appreciated that radiant smile of hers. The true Yamato Nadeshiko and she was interested in him of all people.
So with that reassuring thought in mind, Issei left his two cohorts, with a promise to meet up later in the week. Rushing along he arrived at the school gate, where Yuma was waiting. A warm smile on her face faltered for a moment.
"Yuma, I wasn't expecting you today, what a surprise"
Issei said sheepishly and of course as a way to hide his giddiness.
"I hope it's okay, there is something I wanted to speak with you about, so I figured it was only fair that I came to you"
Just then Issei felt an incredibly intense presence behind him. Without a doubt, it was Kurosaki-Senpai.
"Hey Hyoudou-San, do me a favor and tell your friends to dial it down. It's getting on my nerves, but you're well enough."
Issei straightened up and turned slowly to see Kurosaki Ichigo. Hands in pockets looking down at him nonchalantly. It was impossible to dismiss just how much cooler Kurosaki-Senpai was in comparison. However, he could feel it, the intent behind those words, a warning to cut it out.
"Consider it done Senpai"
Issei said before turning back to look at Yuma, this was hard for him to do. As it felt as if he'd bitched out and was simply happy with not being on Kurosaki's bad side. He wasn't cool or tough, and Yuma now knew this.
Issei could see Yuma's face light up, and a pit grew in the base of his stomach. It couldn't be happening right? Her eyes slightly deviate to his right and closely follow the retreating from behind him.
"There was something you wanted to speak about?"
Issei attempted to get back on topic, and it seemed to work.
"Oh yes, there was, well I suppose there are two things now. I'm sorry Issei, but I'm done with this Issei."
Yuma had a cold tone when breaking the news to Issei, and he almost didn't believe it. He stuttered a bit, gathering his thoughts.
"Oh I see, but how come Yuma? I thought we were good"
"You're just not interesting okay? Don't make me spell it out for you."
Issei watched as Yuma picked up the pace and moved to intercept the retreating second year. He saw them talking but couldn't hear anything and nothing made sense
Then he saw her take Ichigo's arm in her hands and clutch between her breasts. The glass shattered that was his dream, his desire, Issei snapped.
"KUROSAKI!"
He shouted and rushed forward
First in the air
Ichigo heard small and hurried footsteps approach him, and turning revealed a young lady with onyx black hair, a sweet smile, and a curvaceous body. Was that the norm in this town? Further Inspection revealed her to be the girl seen with Issei just a little bit ago.
"Hey Kurosaki-san, was it? Wait up, I wanted to ask if you would be interested-
Ichigo cut her off
"Look lady, I'm not interested in getting involved with your little spat"
Ichigo brushed her off with little interest, but then he felt his hand taken in by a soft but very strong grip. He was shocked, this girl was holding him in place and drawing him in.
"Look I'll level with you, Kurosaki-san, you're right. It's just that I don't think Issei will get the hint, so please play along for now"
Ichigo considered her words, from what he'd seen from Hyuodo, he could understand where this girl was coming from. However, a small whisper in the back of his head kept him uneasy. Especially as his arm became lodged in her ample bosom.
"You're not leaving me much of a choice, with all this PDA. You're a pushy girl"
Then Ichigo's ears were filled with a loud voice calling his name, he was swift on his feet and turned to see an incoming Issei. Fist in the air ready to attack, however something like this was a Tuesday for Ichigo.
Ichigo stepped out breaking Issei's line, the punch flying by harmlessly. Ichigo's eyes were still on his junior, who swung again. Yet still, Ichigo evaded, now his eyes darting to Yuma, who for a moment displayed a sadistic smile. This however was enough for Issei to tag Ichigo, the young man had swung with his all.
Ichigo notably felt the impact, it was a satisfying shock, something almost nostalgic to his middle school brawls. He smirked as Issei charged in again, Ichigo stepped into Issei's space and rocked his world with a gut check.
"Look Issei, I'll level with you, I don't know this girl or why she came to me. I don't want to steal your girl or anything ok? So just go home, I don't want to fight you."
Ichigo said after noting the genuine pain in Issei's face, not physical, no Ichigo could tell. The young man before him still had the heart to keep going. It was respectable, but the pain Ichigo saw on his face, was that of being rained on, completely alone.
Ichigo shot Yuma a cold glare, but he relaxed. He would give her the benefit of the doubt, at least for now, and for what it was worth. He was getting a really bad feeling about this.
"Did you pity him, is that why you didn't mop the floor with him?"
Yuma asked
"He is a good kid, I can see it, and while we aren't friends, I can't say I enjoy him being used like that. You're a rose, poisoned thorns and all"
Nestled in the heart of the bustling city lies a tranquil oasis - a park that offers respite from the chaos of urban life. As Ichigo and Yuma entered, the sounds of honking cars faded away, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Lush greenery surrounds them, providing a sense of peace and calm.
At the center of the park stands a majestic fountain, its waters glistening in the moonlight. The soothing sound of cascading water fills the air, creating a serene atmosphere. The fountain is adorned with intricate carvings and colorful flowers.
"-Instinct? So what is that instinct telling you now, Kurosaki-san?"
The question spilled from poisoned lips, as that sweet girl he'd met that afternoon bled her true colors. Ichigo felt the arm clutched between her hands and was forced between her breasts as she leaned in closer and closer. The smell of her shampoo lingered in the air.
Strawberry, how ironic.
Ichigo stopped just before the fountain and looked down into Yuma's eyes. There was a strong pull threatening to engulf his being in them, but then it stopped.
"It's telling me that I'm in danger. It's yelling into my ears that you are dangerous."
"You're a little paranoid, aren't you Kurosaki-san? How could such an innocent girl be any danger to you?"
Ichigo could feel Yuma's warm breath spreading across his neck as she whispered into his ear. Her smoldering passion takes root in him, and she seeps into his mind and will. His heart pounding out, a viciously loud and fast beat.
Drunken with her infection, he could feel his reason begin to slip free. Control being wrestled away between whispers of sweet nothings, God was he weak.
Lost in the pitch with light quickly dissolving into fine stardust. Bound by chains of lust, Ichigo fell to his knees, resigned to die here. So much for getting used to a normal life.
I wonder if there will be a body to take back to Karakura.
GET UP!
Karin, Yuzu, and Dad, I'm sorry.
TEAR HER APART!
Orihime, I'm sorry.
Come back to me, OK?
Her words fill the void around him, the shrill shriek of dead silence broken by her voice. Her tender light tore the pitch asunder.
That's right, he had a job to do, a place to return to. He wouldn't be able to do so if he died here. Gathering all his strength, Ichigo tore himself away from Yuma's deadly embrace.
"What are you, Yuma? A siren?"
The girl before him dropped her innocent smile and shook her head, chuckling with a haughty tone.
"You were so close, pet, but unfortunately for you. I'm something much more powerful."
Ichigo's eyes focused squarely on Yuma as those words flowed mellifluously from her tainted lips. Then, as a wickedly twisted smile deformed the kind and gentle features of her face. Heavy tar-like dread wrapped around Ichigo, his humanity cowering before the unholy transformation.
An abrupt burst of energy swept across the park as Yuma's modest clothes were shredded from her frame. The frayed scraps of fabric disappeared into the cool evening breeze.
Her beauty was accentuated by the firm and satisfying bounce of her bosom, as her curvaceous breasts were freed from the confines of her now nonexistent bra. Her soft mounds of flesh proudly defied gravity, rosy nipples on full display.
Completely in the nude, Yuma stood, powerful and confident. A tinge of red on her cheeks as a powerful surge of wicked energy flowed throughout her and provided her with a thin, eerie modesty. Thin leather straps covering her more intimate areas.
Large feathered wings sprouted symmetrically from her back. Deep obsidian in color, an intimidating display.
Those are like Ulquiora's.
Ichigo's hair stood on end, and instinctively, he reached for his inert combat pass. Knowing full well it would do him no good, but even so, he did. His eyes focused as Yuma materialized a spear from thin air.
It was a long and black spear, almost like a rose stem. The blade was a twisted rosebud with jagged thorns jutting out. Highly ornate, almost ceremonial.
"I must admit, for a human, you were quite interesting, Kurosaki-san. I had fun on our little date, thank you for the gift. It was sweet of you."
As the finality of Yuma's words settled on Ichigo's mind, that very same instinct flooded his body with adrenaline. His eyes struggled but noted the subtle shift in her weight, that telling little step before the lunge.
In the blink of an eye, that wicked spear was lodged in him. A harrowing scream of agony escaped his lips. Shaking but determined hands held onto the thorny shaft, the spear deviated only slightly.
Kiba's watchful eyes grew in shock, unable to believe what he had just seen. It was impossible, there was no way. However he was sure of what he witnessed, and it all started to make sense now. Their spar earlier, the fight with Issei, and now this.
The prez was right, as usual, one doesn't easily earn her interest. I don't know how you did it Kurosaki-san, but you were able to catch and deviate from the attack of a fallen angel.
Without much further ado, Kiba signaled to Rias, that things were about to get very ugly.
With an arrogant and defiant smile on his face, Ichigo Kurosaki rose to his feet, thick streams of blood spilling from his wound. Dripping down onto the cobblestone path below, a work of art painted in his lifeblood.
"Why are you smiling so smugly… Do you think this pathetic toothpick would put me down?-
Ichigo stopped and coughed, wet and bloody
"Try again!"
Ichigo roared defiantly from the bottom of his lungs, and another deep bloody cough followed, but the look in his eyes. Confident, and sure, and the Fallen Angel Raynare would not take that disrespect...
Her sinister hand took hold of the spear's long shaft, and a sadistic smile sparked to life. Her wrist twisting slowly, the bloomed tip of her spear churned inside Ichigo, who refused to scream.
A slow but solid flick of the wrist freed the spear from its fleshy prison. The many jagged and serrated thorns ripped and tore more of him as she did.
"You impudent little wretch, that's what I get for trying to give you a quick painless death. Fuck it, I'll make it hurt, you ungrateful mongrel. You shall never insult me again, you filthy human. Die and perhaps in death may you part with that hubris of yours."
The fallen angel's wings spread open, a myriad of black feathers scattering into the wind. Her slender form rose with fervor into the night sky. A booming burst of air spread across the park, taking Ichigo off his feet.
Now suspended high above, Raynare smirked, her powerful wings carrying the angel quickly into a maddening rapid descent. Her form tore through the air, her wings closing tightly around her. She had become a speeding bullet, a dive bomb.
The ground quickly came into view, then a mop of orange hair, all blurring around. The young man is unprepared, unaware, and defenseless. Raynare's lips twisted into a devious and malignant smile.
Koneko's curious eyes watched the scene unfolding before her.
How can he get up?
Koneko watched and only watched as Rias had ordered, but there was a building feeling in her limbs. It's almost as if they wanted to move on their own. Her ears were then filled with a passionate and defiant roar
Is he talking smack? He's barely standing, but with that smile, there isn't a trace of fear in him.
Her eyes then focused on the Fallen Angel, who mercilessly tugged on her spear. A torrent of blood and gore sprayed forth from the young man, who refused to scream in pain and fell to one knee.
Why aren't you running? Why aren't you scared? You're just a human, get out of here!
Her eyes followed Raynare blast off from the ground, further staggering Ichigo. Then at the apex of Raynare's ascend, Koneko felt a pit grow in her stomach, it was a disconcerting feeling. Her stoic facade broke for only a moment as Raynare blitzed her way down, spear in hand.
Why does he have to die?
Ichigo found it hard to focus, on anything at all, his vision was shaking, darkness fading in and out. Everything blurred together, the park around him now simply green splotches all around. The once entrancing chirp of the birds and babbling of the fountain are gone. Only a shrill pitch and the slowing beating of his heart remained.
Yuma or whatever her name was, Ichigo couldn't see her, not after she had taken off the ground. No amount of reflexes or muscle memory would save him now, as the diving pitch of the dive bomb filled his ears.
Then growing in his field of vision, there she was, Yuma. And then she wasn't, his feet left the ground, and an all-encompassing excruciating pain perforated him. Before Ichigo realized his body was pinned onto one of the trees of the park, like a beetle on display.
"Still in one piece? You're tough, Kurosaki-san, well done on not becoming a red mist, sprayed onto my skin. Still though, if you must blame someone for this, blame Him, okay?He's the one who gave you the sacred gear"
Ichigo felt the Twisted Rose being violently torn out of him once again.
He could hear the Fallen Angel fly away
I'm going to die here, what a shame!
"Orihime… are my heart and yours beating as one?"
And if they are, can you feel me dying?
"I need you, I need you! Ori-"
And then it all went black.
A crimson-red magical circle hummed to life out of thin air, and from it emerged the two great ladies of Kuoh. Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, walked confidently, their large bosoms swaying and producing a subtle bounce as they stopped.
Rias' sapphire blue eyes studied the park, scrutinizing every little detail as she pieced together what might have just happened. She examined the fountain as the center; there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Then a pool of still blood caught her attention, and so she cast one last sweeping look.
"Kiba, could you and Koneko come out here? I want you to tell me what happened."
From the tree line Koneko and Kiba walked out into the light. Rias was quick to note, that Koneko seemed a little shaken. Kiba too seemed somewhat rattled, just what exactly had they seen? Then she looked at Ichigo's bleeding body, barely held together.
And how do you fit in?
"Prez, not once but twice did I see this boy do the impossible. 1st he kept up with me in our spar and while I was holding back, it shouldn't have been as close as it was. Then he was fast and strong enough to deflect an attack from a fallen angel. Just who is he?"
With this new information, Rias was finally able to piece the events together, that first pool of blood had been the first assault. Still, Ichigo was a good 30 feet away from the initial pool, it must have been a brutal attack to have carried him so far.
"Sirzech my brother, he told me there would be a new student at school. One that I should keep an eye on. He said that this boy would be of interest, and as such I had you keep tabs on him."
Meanwhile, Akeno studied the gore on the floor, there was so much of it. She approached the tree onto which Ichigo had been pinned. Her big eyes took in the damage, the poor thing was practically eviscerated.
"My, My, Rias, the poor thing is about to die, what's the move, Prez?"
"I need you- ri"
The four present fell silent, as the young man who wasn't a corpse in name only, spoke. His hand reached to his gaping wound, smearing itself on blood. He held it out before it dropped and his breathing stopped.
The heiress of the Gremory clan approached the now-dead form of Ichigo Kurosaki. She knelt next to him and studied the extent of his wounds. Then in her hand formed a series of pawns, deep crimson.
"I don't know why my brother is so interested in you, but you called out to me in your dying moments. I'll take care of you…"
I was too late to save your life, but I can do the next best thing. Usually, I'd ask, but we don't have that luxury.
Then the eight pawns in her hand radiated a deep crimson light that quickly enveloped the area and the body of Ichigo Kurosaki.