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Left Behind But Not Forgotten	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tatsuki while in her funk had much time to consider one of the events that had clinched her relationship to the Quincy Doctor. As she mulled over Ichigo's wors, her mind spun back a few months:
Midway through the battle with the unknown named female arrancar, the members of Karakura Raizer dispersed. Tatsuki and Keigo had become separated from the others, and sought to rescue their friends who had been put to sleep.
Tatsuki and Keigo felt their very existences being torn at as they continued to stagger through the streets. The vast pressure of someone’s spirit slammed down from above. Keigo carried the blade from that other shinigami named Zennosuke.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get through this,” Keigo muttered to Tatsuki, who carried Michiru on her back. Near them, Keigo hefted Chizuro.
As Tatsuki continued, each step felt as if it were more and more like being saddled with lead weights. If not for the training she had before this she’d be flat on her back, or worse. Everywhere about them they felt the percussive slamming of spirit pressures as battles between spiritual giants came to be.
Tatsuki felt Ichigo’s reiatsu, and Uryuu’s reaitsu, as well as others. The two felt like ants scurrying around the toes of humans towering above them. Yet even ants could bite and sting. Because of Keigo’s steadfastness they staggered on.
Before them moved a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. Tatsuki recognized her as one of the exchange students. Now she wore shinigami garb, and it became apparent to her just why things were so strange. The woman was named Matsumoto and she had lived at Inoue’s apartment just a month ago with a short white haired kid named Hitsugaya.
She moved quickly past the two teens, her eyes filled with concern. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be out like this.”
“Lady, I don’t know,” said Tatsuki as she took in how beautiful the statuesque figure filled out the black and white shinigami garb.
“Stay out of danger, this is no place for you to be,” said the woman gently.
“I have to help my friends,” Tatsuki insisted.
“You’d best follow me,” Matsumoto said. She led them towards a nearby building where she suggested they could set their friends. But as they lay them down the woman turned her face.

Strange unmasked hollows moved through the streets. The woman murmured, “Stay out of the way.”

Her sword burst into ash as she chanted, “Growl, Haineko.”
Keigo grasped Tatsuki’s sleeve, and they ran as quickly as they could in the opposite direction. Unfortunately the street grew thick with the spirit pressure, pushing down so much that neither could survive.
“We have to split up,” she murmured to Keigo.
“Tatsuki?”
“Just do it,” she said quietly.
He nodded. “Be careful.”
Suffering under the weight of Michiru she watched Keigo rush off with Chizuru over his shoulder and the shinigami sword in his hand. Then she moved along the nearly solid weighing tons of air pushing on every square inch of her skin.
Two massive pressures almost squeezed the breath from her lungs. Robbed of air, Tatsuki dropped on one knee. She set Michuru down and tried to gather her strength. If only she could rest till the people passed. Then her eyes saw a shadow as two figures in gleaming white strode towards her. Tatsuki’s eyes widened and she shook from head to toe.
“What is this? I’m surprised you can even maintain your existence around me,” murmured the man with dark hair, so thick with reiatsu she was sure he would crush her.
Tatsuki froze where she was and mumbled, “I don’t know who the hell you are, but what are you doing…”
“The insect is actually trying to talk to us. How amusing,” the man chuckled. “Since you seem so miserable I could end your existence like snuffing out a candle.”
She pushed herself between him and Michiru, her aura flaring. Just then the shadow of that idiotic teammate of hers fell across them and Tatsuki felt her own spirit pressure ease a bit. Don Kanonji, gibbering like an idiot threatening the two figures.
The movement of someone in white at Tatsuki’s side also didn’t go unnoticed. Instantly the heavy pressure abated as the stern figure towered in front of her, blocking her from the spirit pressure of the two.
“If you wish to be of use, I strongly suggest you take the girl and leave,” said Ryuken coldly as he looked at Don Kanonji. He seemed to ignore the two amused super beings standing in the way.
“Another ant, or a contender?” asked the one the other called Aizen.
“D… doctor Ishida,” whispered Tatsuki. Then they walked towards the fallen girl, while Don Kanonji continued to place himself between them and the two enormous spirit pressures.
“I am not involving myself in this, save to rescue the living,” Ryuuken said as Aizen’s eyes fixated on his.
“Interesting since you have the spirit pressure to face me almost as the others did, but you refuse to use it,” Aizen murmured, his gaze leveling at the Quincy Doctor.
“The affairs of you spirit beings mean nothing to me,” Ryuuken stated, checking over Michiru.
“Say what?” Don Kanonji asked as he looked towards the doctor. “I’m the hero here!”
“If you insist,” said Ryuuken. He bent down and his arm slipped around Tatsuki’s waist, helping her to stand and steady herself against him. Ryuuken picked up the girl easily, and then wrapped an arm around Tatsuki’s waist. He murmured, “Hold onto me and do not look back.”
“But that idiot can’t hold up against them?” Tatsuki whispered.
“Neither can you. But he is not almost at the point of collapse,” said Ryuuken as his arm held her. Then they were whisked away at the speed of the wind.
Not till they reached Urahara’s store did they stop. He carefully put down Michiru, near where Keigo knelt panting with Chizuru. Tatsuki dropped to her knees, and felt Ryuuken’s arm on her shoulders. As Keigo’s eyes met Tatsuki’s the two knew that they had been saved. He murmured,

“Stay here. I shall come back for both of you once I take these two inside.”
Carefully he picked up Michiru, and walked into the store where the two children were waiting. Tatsuki caught her breath, rubbing her forehead that was pounding.
“I can feel Ichigo,” Keigo whispered his eyes wide.
“I’m going to kill him,” whispered Tatsuki. “After he beats those two.”
Closer still approached the familiar warm heaviness of what she had come to known to be her childhood friend’s aura. In contrast to the cold precise crispness that Ryuuken produced it clung to her and the astonished Keigo standing there. Within earshot she could hear a jingling noise before she actually saw the black clad figure stride into view. Over his shoulder was slung another being wearing robes. To her shock she swore it looked like Isshin.
“Ichigo!” cried Keigo, face lighting up.
“Ichigo,” Tatsuki gritted out, shaking from head to toe. Already Ryuuken had carried Michiru inside, and returned to take Chizuru.
“Keigo… Tatsuki, let me handle this,” Ichigo said quietly.
A million questions buzzed in her brain with renewed anger and relief. All Tatsuki could ask at that moment however was, “Why?”
“To protect you all, I had to hone this power,” Ichigo answered, his eyes haunted. Longer hair framed his face a few inches taller than Tatsuki could recall. His dark brown eyes held a weariness only a war veteran should see.
“Without your friends knowing?” Tatsuki stammered her head swimming. “Damn you! How DARE you shut us out!”
If she had the strength she would have punched him just as she had before. All she could do was to shake and tremble, near Keigo who had just collapsed on hands and knees now not far from her. Lowering his head Ichigo murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to get you involved. I didn’t want more people hurt.”
“You could have SAID something!” Tatsuki yelled.
Her words rung in the empty air of Karakura Town, only filled with the sounds of spirit beings battling a modern day Ragnarock. Locked out of a battle by orders of magnitude Tatsuki and Keigo gaped at their evolved friend. Around his right arm spiraled a black chain attached to the hilt of an ebony bladed sword the side of a nodachi. Its hilt was larger than Tatsuki remembered seeing.
“Please leave this to me,” Ichigo said gently to them. “We’ll talk later.”
Once more Tatsuki and Keigo sensed the pinpoint white reiatsu that washed over them for just a moment, drawing from the atmosphere rife with it around them. Unable to hold herself up anymore Tatsuki sagged forwards only to have an arm hold her up. Keigo felt someone grabbing his arm to stop him from fainting.
A sizzling blue arrow of energy shot past Ichigo’s face that second, singing his hair. Between them stood Ishida’s tall form, aiming a metallic bow towards Ichigo. Before the shinigami could get a word out, Ryuuken said, “I should strike you down where you stand for what you did to my son.”
“The hell?” Ichigo got out.
“Go do what you have to do, shinigami,” said Ryuuken coldly, his blue eyes gleaming like ice.
“Doc what are you doing?” Keigo yelped.
“Ryuuken-san don’t…” gasped Tatsuki, gaping at him.
“You could have hit me,” Ichigo managed to stammer out.
“My finger must have slipped at the last moment,” Ryuuken answered.
Without saying another word Ichigo moved quickly away towards the highest concentration of energy from where Tatsuki and Keigo had come. Throat totally dry Tatsuki leaned against Ryuuken’s leg, watching him dispel his Quincy bow. She heard Keigo mutter, “Wasn’t that a little harsh?”
“Don’t question things that are none of your business boy,” Ryuuken scolded him. “Go inside and lay down.”
Not asking another question, Keigo staggered in, only helped by the redheaded boy and dark haired girl into the depths of Urahara’s shop. Tatsuki pushed away from Ryuuken, trying to stand on her own two feet. Yet she didn’t stop the arm that wrapped around her waist as she fell against him. For just a second she let her face linger pressed into his chest. Pungent spicy musk mingled with ozone entered her nostrils reassuring her of his presence physically along with his touch.
“Ryuuken san… he was too much for me,” she muttered.
“You have done more than enough,” he muttered as oblivion threatened to claim her. The last thing she felt was his arm slipping under her knees to pick her up into his arms and carry her inside. Along with the gentle kiss on her forehead he placed there.
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