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Chapter X
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Chapter X
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Ichigo laughed tauntingly as Renji slashed down with Zabimaru, missing the orange-haired Substitute completely.
“Way to go, jackass. What’s the matter, need some glasses?”
The red-head growled and slashed again, extending his sword in a vicious attack, only to have Ichigo dance away gracefully.
“Since when does Ichigo do graceful?” The red-head grunted to himself as he fell automatically into a defensive stance.
Renji shook his head; it had been a while since he had fought with the boy and Ichigo’s fighting style had changed slightly. He was still the same arrogant, impulsive bastard he was two years ago, but he was more mature at 18 () and so his fighting style had become slightly more mature as well.
Ichigo just grinned at him and raised Zangetsu above his head, about to deliver the killing blow, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he stumbled slightly, feeling over-balanced. Both men turned around as someone cleared their throat. Rukia stood a few yards away, smiling softly at her two best friends. They grinned back and sheathed their swords.
“Grimmjow is wondering when you were going to finish up. He’s starving.”
There was laughter in her voice as Rukia spoke. Ichigo just smirked, imagining Grimmjow at the 11th Division with all the rest of the battle-worn Shinigami, bitching about his empty stomach. The orange-haired teen laughed out loud and ignored the weird looks his two best friends gave him as they walked out of the 6th Division training grounds. To Ichigo’s surprise, Grimmjow was waiting for them at the entrance under Byakuya’s watchful eye, smirking.
“Grimm!” Ichigo said, his grin growing bigger now as he watched Grimmjow’s attention turn to him and his blue eyes light up. “I thought you would be at the 11th.”
Grimmjow shook his head and leaned against the post that marked the 6th Division, smirking at the three Shinigami. “Nope. Surprise.”
Ichigo’s grin changed to a smirk and grabbed the blue-haired Espada, fully intending to drag him away toward the cafeteria with Rukia and Renji when Byakuya cleared his throat delicately. Ichigo and Grimmjow both turned to him and raised a simultaneous eyebrow.
“Yes?” Ichigo asked in a tone that clearly stated he was annoyed.
“Kurosaki, I would like a word with you,” Byakuya said with no room in his voice for argument. Ichigo sighed and complied with an irritated look at his friends, following Byakuya back into the division. Once inside, Byakuya turned to the younger man and Ichigo just looked at him, confused.
“Kurosaki, I don’t know what you are doing with that Espada, but I don’t care. What I do care about is how this thing is going to affect your mission.”
Ichigo’s eyes flashed in annoyance but he let it go. “It’s not your business to care about my personal life, but my relationship, whatever it is, will not affect the way I do things. You of all people should be able to understand this.”
Byakuya looked hard at Ichigo for a moment before nodding and turning away. Ichigo relaxed a bit; Byakuya was just worried about the mission, which he had a right to be since Ichigo would be working with the captains. Said man turned back to Ichigo and inclined his head slightly.
“That is all I wanted. You may go now, Kurosaki.”
Ichigo nodded his head in thanks and swept out of the room, something he had learned from Byakuya; he knew it annoyed the man and tried to use it often, especially in Byakuya’s presence. He hid a smirk and shunpo-ed to the cafeteria where his friends were waiting for him. He smiled at them and they grabbed some bowls of chicken, rice, and beef and some chopsticks and sat down to eat.
A ghost of a smile lifted up the corners of Ichigo’s mouth as his friends laughed and talked, but he had a feeling that something was going to happen, like he had had before when he was at school, only this time the feeling, whatever it was, was more intense. He leaned over his food and frowned, not bothering to pick up his chopsticks until his stomach settled down a little. He felt a hand on his leg and looked over at Grimmjow, who was looking out the window away from Ichigo, trying not to seem too concerned. The orange-haired teenager grinned; Grimmjow was failing miserably.
“I’m fine, Grimm,” Ichigo mumbled so as not to bother his other friends. “Just don’t feel too good, that’s all.”
Grimmjow didn’t bother responding, deciding to leave it alone for the time being. Ichigo looked nervous and a little green, but the kid could take care of himself. The carrot-top knew he wouldn’t ask again, so the response was enough to satisfy the blue-haired Espada. For now.
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Day two of Ichigo’s stay in Soul Society didn’t leave him feeling much better. They would be leaving for Hueco Mundo the very next day. He had gone through several meetings about the attack and it was only just now lunch time. His stomach grumbled and he knew he should eat something, but he felt anxious, jumpy… He didn’t want to make himself sick the day before the attack.
Sighing, Ichigo held out his finger for the Hell butterfly that had been circling overhead to land on.
Ichigo, meet us at the river when you’re done. We’re having a picnic.
Ichigo smiled at the sound of Rukia’s voice and set out to meet his friends; Rukia’s instructions were vague but he knew exactly where she meant. There was a little hill with a tree that would provide them shade as they overlooked the river that flowed outside of Rukongai. He slowly and thoughtfully made his way there, knowing that there was no hurry since the rest of the day was his to spend with his friends. All the captains had been sent home after the meetings to spend time with loved ones as well, since the invasion would begin very early the next morning.
He smiled when he reached his friends and sat down on the fuzzy blanket that Rukia had thought to bring for the occasion. It was strange without Inoue there with them, but he could understand why she would be asked to stay. At least Ishida and Chad had volunteered to stay back and protect her so a kidnapping would be less likely to happen again. They didn’t need Aizen to get a hold of her powers again.
Grimmjow handed him a bowl full of steaming hot food and just as he was about to spear a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, a loud clacking sound was heard. Rukia and Renji both sat up straight, dropping whatever food was in their hands and jumping up. Grimmjow looked at him and he shrugged, not really understanding what –
‘Wait! That was the sound I had heard when I first entered Soul Society to save Rukia!’
“Intruders, Rukia?” He asked to make sure of his theory. Rukia nodded and he stood up immediately and grabbed Grimmjow’s arm, shunpo-ing away after his two Shinigami friends. He followed them all the way to the gates of Seireitei, just outside Rukongai where he had first met Ichimaru Gin.
Suddenly he stopped and Grimmjow ran into him, his chin connecting with the back of Ichigo’s head. Grimmjow just grumbled and bitched about the carrot-top having a hard-ass head and rubbed his chin, making a big deal out of it. Ichigo ignored it, snorting at the fact that his blue-haired idiot had survived worse injuries but was complaining about a mere bruise and stared at the people in front of him. His breath shortened and his pulse soared and his body became so tense that his muscles started to hurt. His hand grasped the handle of Zangetsu so hard that his knuckles turned white. Behind him he heard a gasp from Rukia and felt Grimmjow’s body stiffen against his. Everything around them was completely silent, like the calm before the storm.
“Aizen!”
And the silence was broken.
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Ichigo laughed tauntingly as Renji slashed down with Zabimaru, missing the orange-haired Substitute completely.
“Way to go, jackass. What’s the matter, need some glasses?”
The red-head growled and slashed again, extending his sword in a vicious attack, only to have Ichigo dance away gracefully.
“Since when does Ichigo do graceful?” The red-head grunted to himself as he fell automatically into a defensive stance.
Renji shook his head; it had been a while since he had fought with the boy and Ichigo’s fighting style had changed slightly. He was still the same arrogant, impulsive bastard he was two years ago, but he was more mature at 18 () and so his fighting style had become slightly more mature as well.
Ichigo just grinned at him and raised Zangetsu above his head, about to deliver the killing blow, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he stumbled slightly, feeling over-balanced. Both men turned around as someone cleared their throat. Rukia stood a few yards away, smiling softly at her two best friends. They grinned back and sheathed their swords.
“Grimmjow is wondering when you were going to finish up. He’s starving.”
There was laughter in her voice as Rukia spoke. Ichigo just smirked, imagining Grimmjow at the 11th Division with all the rest of the battle-worn Shinigami, bitching about his empty stomach. The orange-haired teen laughed out loud and ignored the weird looks his two best friends gave him as they walked out of the 6th Division training grounds. To Ichigo’s surprise, Grimmjow was waiting for them at the entrance under Byakuya’s watchful eye, smirking.
“Grimm!” Ichigo said, his grin growing bigger now as he watched Grimmjow’s attention turn to him and his blue eyes light up. “I thought you would be at the 11th.”
Grimmjow shook his head and leaned against the post that marked the 6th Division, smirking at the three Shinigami. “Nope. Surprise.”
Ichigo’s grin changed to a smirk and grabbed the blue-haired Espada, fully intending to drag him away toward the cafeteria with Rukia and Renji when Byakuya cleared his throat delicately. Ichigo and Grimmjow both turned to him and raised a simultaneous eyebrow.
“Yes?” Ichigo asked in a tone that clearly stated he was annoyed.
“Kurosaki, I would like a word with you,” Byakuya said with no room in his voice for argument. Ichigo sighed and complied with an irritated look at his friends, following Byakuya back into the division. Once inside, Byakuya turned to the younger man and Ichigo just looked at him, confused.
“Kurosaki, I don’t know what you are doing with that Espada, but I don’t care. What I do care about is how this thing is going to affect your mission.”
Ichigo’s eyes flashed in annoyance but he let it go. “It’s not your business to care about my personal life, but my relationship, whatever it is, will not affect the way I do things. You of all people should be able to understand this.”
Byakuya looked hard at Ichigo for a moment before nodding and turning away. Ichigo relaxed a bit; Byakuya was just worried about the mission, which he had a right to be since Ichigo would be working with the captains. Said man turned back to Ichigo and inclined his head slightly.
“That is all I wanted. You may go now, Kurosaki.”
Ichigo nodded his head in thanks and swept out of the room, something he had learned from Byakuya; he knew it annoyed the man and tried to use it often, especially in Byakuya’s presence. He hid a smirk and shunpo-ed to the cafeteria where his friends were waiting for him. He smiled at them and they grabbed some bowls of chicken, rice, and beef and some chopsticks and sat down to eat.
A ghost of a smile lifted up the corners of Ichigo’s mouth as his friends laughed and talked, but he had a feeling that something was going to happen, like he had had before when he was at school, only this time the feeling, whatever it was, was more intense. He leaned over his food and frowned, not bothering to pick up his chopsticks until his stomach settled down a little. He felt a hand on his leg and looked over at Grimmjow, who was looking out the window away from Ichigo, trying not to seem too concerned. The orange-haired teenager grinned; Grimmjow was failing miserably.
“I’m fine, Grimm,” Ichigo mumbled so as not to bother his other friends. “Just don’t feel too good, that’s all.”
Grimmjow didn’t bother responding, deciding to leave it alone for the time being. Ichigo looked nervous and a little green, but the kid could take care of himself. The carrot-top knew he wouldn’t ask again, so the response was enough to satisfy the blue-haired Espada. For now.
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Day two of Ichigo’s stay in Soul Society didn’t leave him feeling much better. They would be leaving for Hueco Mundo the very next day. He had gone through several meetings about the attack and it was only just now lunch time. His stomach grumbled and he knew he should eat something, but he felt anxious, jumpy… He didn’t want to make himself sick the day before the attack.
Sighing, Ichigo held out his finger for the Hell butterfly that had been circling overhead to land on.
Ichigo, meet us at the river when you’re done. We’re having a picnic.
Ichigo smiled at the sound of Rukia’s voice and set out to meet his friends; Rukia’s instructions were vague but he knew exactly where she meant. There was a little hill with a tree that would provide them shade as they overlooked the river that flowed outside of Rukongai. He slowly and thoughtfully made his way there, knowing that there was no hurry since the rest of the day was his to spend with his friends. All the captains had been sent home after the meetings to spend time with loved ones as well, since the invasion would begin very early the next morning.
He smiled when he reached his friends and sat down on the fuzzy blanket that Rukia had thought to bring for the occasion. It was strange without Inoue there with them, but he could understand why she would be asked to stay. At least Ishida and Chad had volunteered to stay back and protect her so a kidnapping would be less likely to happen again. They didn’t need Aizen to get a hold of her powers again.
Grimmjow handed him a bowl full of steaming hot food and just as he was about to spear a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, a loud clacking sound was heard. Rukia and Renji both sat up straight, dropping whatever food was in their hands and jumping up. Grimmjow looked at him and he shrugged, not really understanding what –
‘Wait! That was the sound I had heard when I first entered Soul Society to save Rukia!’
“Intruders, Rukia?” He asked to make sure of his theory. Rukia nodded and he stood up immediately and grabbed Grimmjow’s arm, shunpo-ing away after his two Shinigami friends. He followed them all the way to the gates of Seireitei, just outside Rukongai where he had first met Ichimaru Gin.
Suddenly he stopped and Grimmjow ran into him, his chin connecting with the back of Ichigo’s head. Grimmjow just grumbled and bitched about the carrot-top having a hard-ass head and rubbed his chin, making a big deal out of it. Ichigo ignored it, snorting at the fact that his blue-haired idiot had survived worse injuries but was complaining about a mere bruise and stared at the people in front of him. His breath shortened and his pulse soared and his body became so tense that his muscles started to hurt. His hand grasped the handle of Zangetsu so hard that his knuckles turned white. Behind him he heard a gasp from Rukia and felt Grimmjow’s body stiffen against his. Everything around them was completely silent, like the calm before the storm.
“Aizen!”
And the silence was broken.
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