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11.
Shattered Prison - Flight of the golden winged angel
The shoji door silently slid open and he stepped in,
closing it again while he watched the sole futon in the middle of the room.
“So they finally found you…”
Ichigo moved closer to her and kneeled down next to
her head without saying anything.
Rukia turned her face up to him and gave him a stern
look. “So what are you going to do now?”
“Rukia—“
She closed her eyes and smirked dryly. “Ichigo. Don’t.”
He fell silent and clasped the tissue of his jeans in
his hands, biting back a snappy remark.
“How many times do I need to tell you?” Rukia spoke,
staring at the ceiling. “It’s not your job to save everyone.”
“I should at least be able to protect the ones closest
to me,” Ichigo whispered back harshly, “Keep other people from getting hurt if
I can help it! It’s a reason why I became a Shinigami in the first place!”
A gentle smile formed on Rukia’s lips, “This is but a
consequence of a choice I made on my own. I accept it, why can’t you? Can’t you
grant me that much pride? Renji and I knew what we were getting ourselves into.
We assumed the risks beforehand. Don’t act like we should’ve asked for your
permission. We acted alone; it’s not your fault.”
Silence filled the room after those words and Rukia
spoke again, “What are you planning on doing now, Ichigo?”
The orange haired youth stood up and walked back to
the exit.
“Ending this.”
A door fell close in distance, disturbing the
comforting silence.
Bright, green light then lit up in the darkness of the
abandoned research vaults in the undergrounds of La Torre
Azul and she stepped inside.
A large room then illuminated itself ahead of her and
the many transparent cylindrical tubes that rose on each side of her began to
emit a soft buzzing sound as they lit up and showed their many different
contents that floated in a bubbling liquid. Some of them showed bits and pieces
of humanoid tissues like ears, fingers or even eyes and other contained
grotesquely mutilated bodies, some of them missing members, heads or even half
of their original state.
She walked between them in search of one tube in
particular and stopped in front of it as she found it, smiling up to the
Arrancar she desired to see revived.
Her right hand index pushed down on a button situated
on the control panel next to the tube and she watched how it got sucked up into
a hole in the ceiling. She then turned and left the room only to enter another
one that was adjacent to it, finding the tube lying horizontally above an open
metallic container. Once she pressed the red button next to the metallic
container, the tube emptied itself of its fluids through an aspirating pipe. It
then made a clicking sound and a large mechanical arm descended from the
ceiling to take off the glass.
She stepped up to the body that now lay on a plastic
stretcher above the container, still dripping from the fluid it had been kept
in. Her eyes went over the many wounds and the gaping flesh that had turned
pale after the many months it stayed in conservation.
"Slain before her very eyes," she whispered,
reaching out to touch the still moist strands of his light blue hair, "You
were, by far, the most interesting and most valuable of all the original
Espadas… Let me give you a chance for a rematch against your sworn enemy. I
will eventually bring back the others, but for now—"
She closed her eyes and opened her arms, creating a
golden shield that appeared between them and settled on top of him.
"Arise once more, Sexta Espada; Grimmjow Jaggerjack…"
“Did he ask for you to do this?”
Hime gasped and twirled around. Her eyes narrowed at
the sight of Shirosaki standing in the portal and she focused her attention
back on Grimmjow. “What do you want?”
Shirosaki placed his hands in his pockets and strolled
his way towards her leisurely. He pulled her hair back and rubbed the tip of
his nose against the delicate skin of her right cheek, silently peeking over
her shoulder at what she was doing. “If he wasn’t able to defeat him then, I
don’t think he’ll be able to do so now.”
She moved her head away from his touch in an annoyed
matter. “What do you want?” She asked once more, “You’ve been following me
around all day, like some lovesick puppy.”
He grinned and grabbed her left hip in his left hand,
pulling her close again. “And so…?”
“It’s annoying.” She stated, looking him in the eyes
now. “Not to mention disgusting.”
“Oh?” He smirked, before turning his attention towards
the body on the table. “You know, it seems like all of this has gotten to your
head, Hime. Perhaps it is time for you to cool down a bit.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this.”
He placed his right hand fingertips against her left
temple and she gasped in pain.
“I gave you some of my essence.” Shirosaki whispered,
watching her sink down on the floor with her widespread eyes staring up at him
in pain and disbelief. Black veins appeared all over her face, joining into the
tips of the fingers he still held against her. “What makes you think I can’t
take it back?”
Hime’s eyes began to roll back and blood trickled out
of the corners of her mouth. “S-stop…!”
“I would like it very much, my dear Hime, that you’d
show a little bit more of respect from now on.” He kneeled in front of her and
removed his hand, watching her fall against him, panting heavily. He placed his
right hand on her head gently and kissed her on her crown. “You’re not exactly
in a position to act like you do. My plans are beginning to fall into ruin
because of you.”
Hime was trembling all over and nodded. “F-Forgive… me.”
“You know what? I will.” He helped her standing and kissed
her on her forehead. “But only because, unfortunately, I do need you.”
Her watered eyes stared at the floor as she remained
silent.
“So, tell me, what are you bringing old Grimmy back for?”
She turned towards Grimmjow again and called upon her
regenerative shield once more. “Aizen-sama deems the
time has come for the first wave.”
“Hn.” He chuckled, “Does he now?” And with that he left, leaving her on her
own again.
Hime sighed in silent relief and lowered her arms,
watching how the last tissues of Grimmjow’s left shoulder formed back together,
finishing the whole regeneration process.
“Can you hear me?”
Light blue eyes blinked open, slowly at first, trying
to find focus with the blinding lights shining down on them. “Where—”
She bent over him and placed a hand on his head
gently. “Welcome back.”
Grimmjow rolled his eyes in the direction of the voice
and immediately seemed to calm down as he saw her face. “How
long?” He now began to sit himself up.
“Six months.”
“It never truly worked, did it? You’re still here.”
Hime shook her head, “I was free, thanks to you. We
had a chance of escaping and Aizen was defeated, but not destroyed.”
The former Espada now turned to look at her more
closely. “You’ve been infected.”
She looked away and hugged herself. “An
unlucky turn of events.”
He silently gazed at her and understood without her
telling him. “It will eventually overthrow you again.”
“Yes.” She whispered, tucking a black strand of her
hair behind her right ear and fixing him sternly now.
“Therefore, time is of the outmost essence now and I
need your help.”
Her voluptuous silhouette formed through the thin
fabric of the white covers she lay underneath, her long purple hair spilled all
over her pillow and a part of it covering her beautiful sleeping face.
An affectionate smile was plastered on his lips as he
watched her silently having been incapable of finding the soothing comforts of
a worriless sleep.
A blood red sun was rising through the window behind
him and he closed his eyes at the increasing heaviness that took over in his
heart as he stared at her.
Aizen was coming.
She moaned softly in her sleep and turned over and
away from the orange glow that streaked the bed, continuing her peaceful rest.
The attack would come from two fronts; the mighty
Vaizards first, to assure that their defences are weakened before annihilated
and then the already weakened Soul Society that yet had to recover from the
last war.
Their chances for victory didn’t look too promising,
but they still had one small hope that lay with Orihime.
Shinji had informed him on the inner turmoil the
Hollow within Orihime was struggling with and Ichigo told him what happened the
night before when he met with her again. It was obvious she had a plan, one, he
realised, was to be extremely risky if she attempted to do what he think she
would.
It became clearer to him that Orihime had chosen a
definite path to follow and that it looked like she was ready to pay the
ultimate sacrifice for it.
He sighed out softly at the sad tendency his thoughts
were bound to carry and leant back against the wall. Perhaps there wasn’t much
left for any of them anyway… nothing but sadness and
death.
“Kisuke, come to bed.”
His eyes rested on her again and he silently moved
towards the bed to lie himself in it. She rolled to him and he took her in his
arms, kissing her passionately on her sultry lips. Her eyes, her deep golden
eyes glistened as she topped him underneath the covers, the rising sun behind
her caressing her dark skin, giving it an nearly ethereal
glow.
“There’s still hope. If there’s one thing those kids
taught us, then it’s that there’s always hope.” she whispered, touching his
left cheek with the back of her right hand. “So lay with me and be the one I
need right now.”
He realised that he had never wanted her as much as in
that moment that she was there sitting on him, welcoming him to release a
little of his worries on her body. His hand went over her hips and she bent
over, catching his lips with hers in one fluid motion.
He let himself drown into the pleasure she offered him
and lay staring at her once more when they were finished, tracing the crease of
her spine with his right hand index as she lay on her side fast asleep again.
A smile formed on his lips as he thought of what she
said earlier and he pressed a kiss on her right shoulder.
“I’ll always be the one you need… as long as I have you, I’ll never want anyone else.”
She opened her eyes and reached behind her to grab his
hand. “I’ll never ask for you to go.”
He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of
her shoulder and neck. “I know how you feel and it’s mutual, believe me.”
She closed her eyes and a single tear escaped as she
pulled him closer to her.
The sun steadily continued its climb towards the
Heavens, the first rays now peeking above the houses and the buildings in the
distance.
A koi fish stirred the surface of the artificial pond
and a bamboo leaf fell onto the grass next to his feet.
The air was charged with heavy anticipation, as if the
events that were to occur were written in the stars above.
A damping cup of tea suddenly appeared in his eyesight
and he turned to his right to see Ikkaku sit himself next to him on the porch.
He accepted the cup and took a careful sip.
“You’ll be up and running in no time. You’re a fast
healer.”
“Thank you for your words of comfort, but that’s not
what has been bothering me and you know it.”
Ikkaku turned to his ancient student with a silent
look on his face.
“How long are we going to be able to fend them off?”
Renji whispered pensively, “The Court Guard is still short of 3 captains and
its troops haven’t been refilled yet.”
The 3rd officer of the eleventh division
folded his legs beneath him and took a breath while contemplating the serene
garden. “So what do you suggest we do, Abarai? We run
and hide?”
Renji closed his eyes and averted his gaze. “If I
asked her to stay out of the fight, she’d laugh at me…” his voice was but a
mere whisper carried onto a sigh of the passing wind. “She’d laugh at me and I
wouldn’t be unable to stop her from going and tearing me apart.”
Ikkaku looked at his friend with distant concern
before he spoke, “Kuchiki is not one of those women
that you lock up and keep behind barred doors for safekeeping. She has a strong
will and is skilled in fighting. Her sense of honour and self-respect are high
at all times. She will not and cannot stay behind when the call for battle will
be ushered.” He paused to take a sip from his cup, “But I shouldn’t even be
telling you this anymore. You know this already.”
The young Vice-Captain chuckled, “If I had wanted an
obedient, nice little do-it-all wife, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with a
tomboy like her.”
Ikkaku smirked and placed a consoling hand on his
right shoulder. “You should be proud of her and respect her choice.” He moved
himself to stand, “And also consider yourself lucky to
have found a woman like her, who wouldn’t hesitate to die fighting while
protecting the ones she cares most about.”
Renji watched him turn and walk towards the shoji
again.
“The Senkaimon will be opened at noon.”
The door closed behind him and Renji remained,
watching the sun creeping its way slowly yet steadily into the sky.
His head rose from its resting position on his chin
and he opened his eyes sleepily.
“Good morning, Taichou.”
A damping cup of tea was waiting in front of his face,
carried by a slender, feminine arm. “Matsumoto.” He
sighed, taking the cup in a hand.
Rangiku stood up straight and smiled. “You slept out
here all night?”
Toushiro stood up from his sitting position against
one of the walls in the living room. “You and Ichimaru made it practically
impossible for me to sleep in my room, don’t you think?”
She blushed a little, but her
smile didn’t waver one bit. “Thank you, Taichou.”
The adolescent growled a little as he stretched his
pained muscles. “Don’t be stupid, for what?”
Rangiku chuckled and bent over, planting a soft kiss
on the silver strands of her young Captain, even though she knew he hated such
displays of affection. She watched him leave the room with an irritated scowl
on his features and smiled.
“Be sure to be ready, as soon as the Senkaimon is
closed, we head out for the Vaizards hide out.”
Rangiku
grinned happily and nodded. “Hai, Taichou!”
“So
you get to stay?”
Rangiku
turned around and met Gin’s softly smirking face. She lifted an eyebrow and
smiled, “You left my room early this morning.”
“I
was in the garden,” he whispered back, approaching her. “Perhaps I shouldn’t
have come to your room at all…? Your captain did not seem to be amused.”
The
blonde Shinigami hauled her shoulders and tucked a strand of her hair behind an
ear. “He’ll get over it.”
Gin
laughed silently and nodded. “He sure has made some improvement in his social
skills.”
She
smiled gently and sighed, averting her eyes before taking a step away from him,
facing one of the walls.
He
scratched the back of his head in incomprehension of her behaviour and slightly
cocked his head to the side questioningly, “Was it something I said?”
“I
realised this morning,” Rangiku softly spoke, looking up to the ceiling now,
“that you never intended to return alive.”
A
surprised expression now grew on the ex-Shinigami’s
features.
“If
I had returned to the Soul Society, you’d used your death as an apology,
wouldn’t you have?” Rangiku sighed, “Your comment from before only served to
reinforce this feeling I now have. You’re already making apologies again, Gin?
He
stepped up to her now and took her face in his hands, making her turn herself
around once more to face him. “True,” he whispered, “you’ve seen through me. It
is what I wanted at first.”
“Gin…”
Rangiku grabbed hold of his hands and began to push them off.
“But
I’m glad I came to see you last night,” his voice murmured low against her
lips. “You’ve given me a reason to come back. To feel like I still have a
purpose in this world.”
She
closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her left cheek. “Don’t lie to me—”
“I’m
not,” Gin spoke, looking her in the eyes as she opened them again. “Why would I
want to part with you when I just found you back again?”
Rangiku
sniffled and averted her eyes from his, but he made her look at him again and
claimed her trembling lips in a gentle kiss. “I wouldn’t be able to stand
losing you again… Do you get that, Gin?” she whimpered. “Just return to me, that’s all I want.”
He
embraced her and held her close, a soft content smile on his lips as he thought
about what he was holding in his arms right at that moment. “I will, always.
You’re my home Rangiku.”
She
cried and laughed at the same as she returned his embrace, feeling like that
the last persistent doubts that had lingered in her heart had begun to lose
grip.
Grand chandeliers of pale gold hung in rows of six off
the ceiling of the main meeting room, the large table of eleven empty except
for the head chair standing on the outer left side of the room.
Slender, yet masculine fingers traced the outline of
what looked like an ancient book before flipping the cover open to reveal an
archaic looking handwriting on yellowed pages.
Calculating eyes skimmed over the cluster of words and
sentences, the intricate diagrams and scientific analysis.
A door then creaked open in
the silent distance and he remained seated, completely overtaken by the vast
amount of knowledge the book was procuring him.
“Aizen-sama?”
Footsteps echoed on the black marble floor until they
halted in front of the table next to him.
“Aizen-sama, our
preparations are ready.”
A pale hand moved the messenger’s way was his only
answer and this one bowed in acknowledgement before retreating soundlessly into
the darkness of the room surrounding the table.
Silence engulfed the large space once more and the
large book fell shut.
“Are you sure it’s time?”
out of the shadows, a white shihakushou appeared and Shirosaki stepped out,
his disinterested expression resting on the spot the servant disappeared a few
moments ago. “You still don’t have the Houkyokou.”
A dry chuckle came from underneath the white mask the
man spoken to was wearing and he turned to Shirosaki,
a glimmer of gold shining behind the slits that covered his eyes.
“That shouldn’t take much longer.” Aizen now began to
stand, gathering his long white robes around him as he did. “Hime’s abilities
are reaching their Zenith and therefore ending her usefulness to us.”
The destruction of Las Noches
had left its marks on the ex-Captain. His body had endured physical trauma’s, leaving him with horrid scars and a now
malfunctioning left leg. The mask he now wore provided him the necessary veil
he needed to hide his now malformed face.
“Pardon me for saying this,” Shirosaki spoke as he
followed Aizen into the hall, “but I keep forgetting why you don’t just cast an
illusion upon yourself to make your appearance a little more
easy on the eyes.”
Aizen chuckled again though this time an amused tone
could be distinguished. “Simple, my dear partner. I
cannot.
Do remember that my Zanpakuto’s ability only work on
those who have seen me release it. You may ask yourself why I don’t release it
before all the Arrancars and the answer is that I have no desire to do so.
I want for them to see me as I am now, to see that I
was not crushed down completely by Soul Society. Also, I need their trust and I
cannot acquire that if I keep tricking their minds into believing what I want
them to.”
At that Shirosaki stood still and squinted
his eyes suspiciously. “I may be born from an idiot, but that does not make me
one. You never really released the illusionary bubble you had on them in the
first place, did you? You made them believe you did, but you never did.”
“You two are the only ones who know my real
appearance. You and dear Hime.” Aizen said with a
minim smirk that went unnoticed, taking a left turn.
The Hollow crossed his arms over his chest. “And I’m
supposed to feel honoured?”
Aizen allowed himself a short laugh, “Did Hime start
with rebirth of my ancient Espada?”
Shirosaki nodded, “Yeah, she was just about finished
with number six.”
They now stood in front of a grant double door. It
opened itself and revealed an enormous courtyard bathing in the pale moon. They
stepped through the doors and onto the balcony, greeted by loud cheers and
cries as the white sea of Arrancars welcomed their leader.
Shirosaki let his eyes go over the massive amount of
Hollows grouped beneath him with a disdainful sneer. “Ichigo is mine.”
Aizen rose his arms and a new
wave of excited cries and howls was heard, this time even louder than the
previous. “Of course,” the ex-Captain said. “Do as you please.”
The Hollow grinned maniacally and turned around, walking
back into the castle.
“The end is nearing.” Aizen spoke softly, seeing how
the first wave of Huge Hollows began to disappear into clouds of black smoke. “The end of the world.”
The room was dark and cold.
Drops of water dripped onto stone in an indistinct
distance, dripping with each second that passed.
His eyes that had been closed opened themselves
slowly, his Zanpakuto resting safely against his
right shoulder as he sat on a wooden box, waiting.
The sound of approaching footsteps then broke the silence
and he turned his head to the sound.
“Everyone is ready, Shinji.”
Shinji stood up from his box and nodded. “It’s been
coming for months now, might as well just reply to the invitation. Right,
Kensei?”
Kensei watched how Shinji passed him by and held him
back with an arm on his shoulder. “You’ve been awfully quiet about this,
Shinji. The troops have noticed it as well.”
Shinji smiled a little and turned around again. “As
long as we can hold them back long enough, there’s no need to worry.”
“That bad, huh?” The silver haired Vaizard whispered, crossing his naked arms over his
chest.
“What do you mean?”
Kensei sighed, “I wasn’t born yesterday; I know
trouble when it presents itself. Especially when you’re
trying to be so casual about it.”
“Would you prefer me telling you that we’re all going
to die?” Shinji spoke softly before chuckling at his companion’s paled
complexion.
He walked out of the small room he had found his
refuge in and stepped out onto the grand hall where the rest of the gang was grouped.
All of them had their Zanpakutos battle-ready and serious expressions on their
faces.
Shinji looked at them, one at a time, and smiled at
each and everyone of them.
“I’m not going to lie.” He started, “What we are about
to face out there may well be the last battle we share as the group that we
are.”
“He’s emptying Hueco Mundo…” Love whispered, looking at the window high up
against the ceiling. He then grinned, “It’s going to be one hell of a battle
indeed.”
“Let him,” Lisa spoke, looking at her blade, “We’ve
kicked his ass before, we can do it again.”
“Yea, tell him Lisa-chan!”
Mashiro cheered happily.
“Any word on the new set of Espadas Aizen supposedly
created?” Rose asked.
Shinji shook his head and turned to Hachigen and
Hiyori, the only ones who hadn’t said a word yet. “Hachi?”
The large Vaizard bowed, “Inevitable as this fight is,
I have no other words to add to what already has been said. I’ll follow you,
Shinji and aid to the best of my abilities.”
Shinji bowed his head in turn and then looked at
Hiyori who was looking away from him with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Hi—”
“Ah enough with the
crappy mushy stuff already!” She said with a
scowl, still not looking at him. “You just make sure you don’t die before the
rest of us, dickface!”
She walked away with that and all had a tender
expression on their face as they watched her go.
“She’s never been too good at explaining how she truly
felt…” Rose commented, beginning to walk towards the exit of the hangar.
“What do you expect, she’s
still a little girl.” Kensei added, folding his arms behind his head and
following the blonde Vaizard. “Hardly a woman.”
“And you think you know a woman when you see one?”
Love joked, chuckling as Mashiro jumped on his back.
“Kensei-tan hasn’t had a woman yet?” She asked
innocently, her big eyes ogling him questioningly.
“Ack—
What?!” Kensei cried out, blushing furiously. “What has that
to do with anything?!”
“Maybe I can lend you of my magazines, so you can get
started.” Lisa said, following the rest towards the exit.
“Urusai! I never asked for them!”
“I never said you did, I just wanted to help you out.”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED THAT SORT OF HELP?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t be asking if you weren’t…”
“That’s it, draw your sword,
right here, right now you little bitch! I’m gonna
show you how NOT needed your help is!”
Shinji sighed and looked up at Hachi who was the only
one still standing next to him. “It seems like this day has gotten even longer
already…”
“We’re not even noon yet…” Hachi replied,
mentally sweatdropping at his friends’ childish
behaviour.
“And it’s not going to get better anytime soon.”
Shinji whispered, noting how the skies outside the windows seemed to get
darker.
The double shoji doors of the Senkaimon opened
themselves soon after they had appeared in the garden behind the Urahara Shoten.
“Rukia.”
Rukia looked up from her lying position on a stretcher
carried by Shuhei and Ikkaku and saw Ichigo standing
near her. “Ichigo.”
“Until next time,
alright?”
She smiled and nodded, “Until next time.”
“You too, Renji.” Ichigo spoke to the Vice-Captain standing next to Rukia, stretching out
his hand.
Renji took it and pulled him close for a fraternal
shoulder tap. “Don’t die on us before we see you again.”
Ichigo smirked, “As long as you take good care of
her.”
Renji grinned back and gave a short nod. “Sure thing.”
Yoruichi stepped up to the trio and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m coming
with you. Soul Society awaits your return and will need all the strength we can
give it.”
Both Renji and Rukia nodded resolutely.
“Heal quickly,” Ichigo said with a gentle expression
on his face towards his friends.
“You too, Ichigo,” Rukia whispered back before she was
carried over to the Senkaimon. Renji smiled at him a last time and then turned,
he too ready to go back.
Then, suddenly, an upraise in spiritual force was felt
by all of them and before everyone realized it fully, a flash of light blue
lightening crashed down on the still opened Gate, blowing everyone back and
away from it.
A large hand then emerged from the spot where the Gate
still was and reached around itself, groping on the nearby trees and walls of
the Serene Garden.
Uryuu and Chad came running out of the house, horrified by the scene displayed in
front of them. “What the hell?!”
“Ishida, duck!” Chad yelled, pushing Uryuu down on the wooden
porch and out of the way of a massive bolt of Spiritual Energy that came flying
their way.
“Howl, Benihime!”
“Sit upon the frozen heavens, Hyourinmaru!”
A crescent-shaped blade attached to a chain lashed out
towards the enormous hand and attached itself on its wrist, from where it
immediately began to grow ice until shattering the hand a moment later.
An eerie howl was heard coming from within the gate
and another moment later a wall of red light was sent through it, after which
the howling abruptly ended.
The blue light that had seemed to envelop the
Senkaimon disappeared short after and the Gate closed itself again,
disappearing into the void.
Ichigo sat up from his spot on the grass next to Renji
and looked around to check if everyone was alright. “What the hell was that?!”
Urahara stepped off the porch, soon followed by
Toushiro, Rangiku and Gin and helped Yoruichi back on
her feet. “The pathway between worlds is being guarded.”
“We should’ve seen it coming sooner…” The young
Captain whispered, now taking out his Soul Pager. “As expected; we’ve been cut
off. There’s no signal whatsoever.”
“What was that light?” Uryuu
asked, on his feet again, “It seemed to block whatever it was that was trying
to get through.”
Urahara looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. “She did it, with help.”
Ichigo moved himself on his feet and stepped up to
him, “Urahara-san, you mean Orihime?”
“Why would she do that?” Rukia asked sceptically,
sitting up now, but holding a hand over the wound she still hand
on her stomach. “She tried to kill us only yesterday!”
“No,” Rangiku intervened, “Not that Orihime, I think they mean our Orihime-chan.”
“Urahara, you mean to say that Orihime has gained back
control of her Spirit body?” Renji exclaimed, taking Rukia in his arms.
“She has,” Ichigo answered, silencing everyone. “We
met again last night.”
Toushiro narrowed his eyelids and watched the former
Captain intently. “You said she had help.”
“Yes,” Urahara said, still looking at the skies, “She
had.”
I tear created itself in the sky above their heads and
everyone stood watching it in shock.
Two familiar faces revealed themselves as the sky
continued to tear itself open and all gasped in surprise at the couple standing
up in the air.
“Yo, what’s all your shitty
expressions for?!”
Urahara turned to the couple, “She had help from him.”
Ichigo couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Grimmjow Jaggerjack?!”
Kyaa…
Happy New year everyone! –dodges any flying
projectiles aimed her way- Gomen nasai!
The wait was long and this chapter is but a filler and
extremely short, I know! Still, I hope you enjoyed this chapter,
I like to think of it as the last moment of calm before the raging storm that's
coming up...
I’m too tired to give an elaborate commentary here, so
I’ll just say that those who wish to catch a sneak preview of the next chapter, can check my blog on myspace. The link stands in my bio!
See ya next time and thank
you for still reading this!
Upcoming Chapter: Raging Apocalypse – The culmination of madness
To be
continued…
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