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Without Restraint	By : Demonized Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ichigo frowns as he contemplates the situation at hand, and the story the supposed Shinigami had fed him, and he lets his thoughts drift back to what he had recalled earlier. It's possible that the woman is, in fact, a Shinigami and that Soul Society exists, but he's not betting that on her word alone. His dad definitely knows something about Shinigami, his reluctance to leave Ichigo alone to deal with the Shinigami intruder adding weight to the suspicion that had formed with how his dad had reacted to the word. And if his dad knows something…mom might know something too, even if the discussions between her and dad had only been about the Quincy King and the Auswählen and what they could do to maybe restore his sight.
"Say I believe you and let you go; what happens then?" He asks, not that he thinks he can detain a Shinigami. The Shinigami seems to agree with the sentiment with the little huff she gives, and he's almost sure that she's glaring at him.
"First, you call me delusional, and then you insinuate that you can keep me here! You insolent… Bakudō # 1. Sai!"
All of a sudden, Ichigo finds his arms forced behind his back, unable to move them, and then he's sent tumbling to the floor with a kick from the Shinigami. It's bad enough that he can't see, and now he's stuck on his side, arms trapped behind his back by some invisible and intangible force, and it makes him realize how incredibly vulnerable he is. "What did you do to me?!"
"There's no point in trying to struggle," the Shinigami says, her voice oozing with smugness. "What I just used on you is Kidō. It's a high-level spell that only a Shinigami can cast!" The floorboards creak as she moves closer to him, and then she places a foot on his hip. "Despite my appearance, I have lived ten of your lives! Yet you dare speak down to me! I would kill an insolent fool like you, but the provisional spirit law forbids unauthorized executions!" Yet he hears the distinctive sound of a blade being unsheathed, so he's really not going to buy her little spiel about the provisional spirit law. "I will let you off with a minor case of paralysis this time, so be grateful, you insolent brat!"
"Paralysis, my ass! Why are you drawing a sword?!" Ichigo tries to break whatever it is that's binding his arms while simultaneously attempting to buck his body, which only ends up more as an awkward wriggle. He stops, however, when he feels something wash over him from behind, and then he hears an unfamiliar voice.
"N-no… I… don't want to go to hell!" It's fearful and quivering, and from the sound of it, a man. The ghost that had attached to him earlier?
"Do not presume," the Shinigami responds, her tone almost kind. "What awaits you is not hell. It is the Soul Society," she explains. "Unlike hell…it is a restful place."
Within a matter of seconds, the energy dissipates, and Ichigo frowns as he attempts to feel for the ghost. It's gone as far as he can tell, sent off to the Soul Society according to the Shinigami. "What happened? Where's the ghost?"
"I sent him to Soul Society by performing Konsō, the soul funeral," the Shinigami explains as she sheathes her sword, her tone far more patient than when she was speaking to him before. "It is what you refer to as passing on, and it is one of the duties of a Shinigami." The Shinigami sighs now and removes her foot from Ichigo. "Well, at least it's not a question as to whether you believe me or not, so I'll explain it so that even a brat like you can understand. Now be silent and listen."
"In this realm, there are two types of souls. The first types are called wholes, the normal kind of spirit. The ghost that you know are of this type," the Shinigami explains as she comes over to where his head is and, from what it sounds like, kneels there. There comes the rustle and crinkle of something, almost like she's messing with paper, and Ichigo winces internally with the realization that she's giving him a visual aid. "Now the other type, we call hollows-" Ichigo perks up at this, because now he'll finally have an explanation for at least one of the things he had heard so long ago. "-and they attack the living and the dead indiscriminately, and devour their souls. Hollows are evil spirits. Any questions so far?"
And it's not quite the explanation he's hoping for, but… "These hollows, is that all they do? Attack the living and the dead and devour the souls?"
"Pretty much," the Shinigami answers, sounding pretty pleased with herself. "Now, we Shinigami have two principle duties. First, to conduct wholes to the Soul Society by means of Konsō and, second, to vaporize hollows. Which is my mission now."
Ichigo blinks, then raises his head in the Shinigami's direction. "Hang on. You mean there's a hollow around here now?"
"There is," the Shinigami confirms, a hint of sourness entering her voice.
"Seriously?! Then why are you wasting your time yapping to me?! Go vaporize it!" He doesn't know how unique his mom's circumstances are or if they can even be replicated, but hollows sound like a bad enough deal as it is, attacking the living and the dead and devouring souls. What if one comes after his family?
"Actually…I have not been able to sense its presence for some time now," the Shinigami admits, and there comes the rustle of her clothes as she stands up.
"Wha…" Okay. Being able to sense a hollow sounds like something a Shinigami can do, so what's the deal here? "Why not? What's the-" A loud, blood-curdling howl interrupts him, sending a chill up his spine, and he frowns when the Shinigami doesn't seem to react to it. "Hey!"
"Like some force is obstructing my senses…" the Shinigami mutters to herself.
"Hey, Shinigami," he calls out more forcefully, and he hears the rustle of her clothes some distance away from him.
"What's wrong?" the Shinigami asks, sounding puzzled.
"What's wrong?! Didn't you hear that howl just now?" He hopes that he's mistaken in his thoughts, that maybe she had heard it and is just deciding to play clueless, but that doesn't seem to be the case. She really can't-
"A howl?" the Shinigami asks, right as another blood-curdling howl sounds, this time much closer than before.
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