A Touch of Insanity
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,192
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own bleach nor do I make money from this work of fiction.
Chapter 4
(A little reminder, we’re now in the past)
“Hahahaha! Look at that! Amazing! That boy is just amazing! The espada is amazing!” Kurotsuchi-taicho watched Ichigo in his hollow form fight that Godzilla sized monster of an espada. “Nemu?! Are you recording this?!”
“Hai, Mayuri-sama.”
The creepy taicho just watched as Rukia and Renji were batted away like flies. Ishida and Chad were trying to distract Yammy with distance attacks while Ichigo raced in to deal a blow. His swift movements and strikes were not doing much damage but were distracting enough to allow others to get in blows. Yammy was not the smartest of the espada and he definitely showed it with his windmilling arms that tried to swat his insect sized (compared to him anyways) opponents away.
The roars of frustration let out by the espada shook everything in the immediate area. The ceros he let out left wide swaths of destruction and it took everything the shinigami and humans had to get out of the way.
Blow after blow, dodge and attack, but nothing seemed to slow the behemoth. Finally, Ichigo was able to come in close enough to pierce Yammy in the eye, yelling out getsuga tenshou.
As Ichigo dealt the fatal blow, a wave of reiatsu pulsed from within Los Noches.
“It seems Aizen has returned.” Mayuri muttered to himself.
Yammy slowly shrunk back down in size as he could no longer hold onto his released form.
“Quickly, Nemu, before he dies, use that device to freeze him. I will have an arrancar to test on finally and an espada at that!” The freaky taicho practically danced in place as his lieutenant raced toward the downed hollow with a small black cube.
“Kurotsuchi-taicho, where did Ichigo go?” Rukia stumbled out from behind a pile of rubble that she had been tossed into.
“Eh? Kurosaki was just here…. Nemu, you were to have kept track of the boy! Stupid, worthless, …” Mayuri then slapped and kicked her a few times as he rambled on with his name calling.
“Mayuri-sama, what about Aizen?” Nemu calmly reminded him while looking down submissively.
“Ah yes. I suppose the brat went to fight Aizen. I felt his reiatsu return just a moment ago.”
“What!? That… that…BAKA!” she yelled as she was so frustrated she couldn’t think of what to call him. Rukia then gasped and wrapped an arm around her self. Apparently she had bruised if not broken some ribs and in her agitation jostled the injury.
They all turned toward the main buildings as a large explosion destroyed the walls closest to them and Ichigo’s reiatsu plummeted to almost nothing.
“ICHIGO!!!” Rukia gathered herself and raced toward her possibly fallen comrade. She was silently joined one by one by Renji, Ishida, Nel, Kurotsuchi-taicho and Chad.
Racing through the maze of Los Noches, they felt an enormous pulse of power from both Ichigo and Aizen. It pulsed once, twice and then they felt nothing from either combatant.
******
Rukia and the others burst through the throne room doors. With no signs of Aizen or an ongoing battle, they looked for their friend. There amongst the rubble on the floor lay Ichigo, twitching, convulsing. His sword lay on the floor next to his hand. Cries of “Ichigo!” burst from his friends as they rushed to his side.
His body bore no new wounds so they could not see the cause of the state the boy was in. Ichigo’s brown eyes were wide open, unseeing and tears flowed across his face.
“Ichigo…Ichigo! ICHIGO!!!!”
Rukia tried her best to snap him out of it by calling to him and shaking him but still received no response. Tears started to flow. Gasping in realization, she turned to the others.
“Aizen has the ability of hypnosis! What if he is making Ichigo see something? What if he is trapped inside his own mind!?” Rukia grabbed onto Kurotsuchi- taicho. “He could do that couldn’t he?! Well couldn’t he?”
The taicho grimaced in distaste at being manhandled by this little girl.
“I do not know all of his abilities. As disheartening as my lack of knowledge may sound, I can experiment and see if I can find a way to snap him out of this trance.” Kurotsuchi smiled in an I’ll do it whether or not you say yes or no sort of way.
******
(Excerpt from Ichigo’s Journal)
I know Aizen reads my journal. He has been honest about that. I do not know if I truly trust him, though he has been nothing but kind to me. I watch him sometimes. He smiles but it does not really reach his eyes.
Sometimes though, when he is with me, I see something that makes me wonder at who the man underneath really is. It is not really cruelty that I see, though I can say that he is at times very harsh.
What is behind the mask you wear?
I know that he has rescued me from something horrible otherwise I would not be the way I am. I wonder what he knows and does not tell me.
Is he afraid that I will hate him?
--I wonder, when you read this, will you tell me? Will you answer my questions? Am I so far gone that anything you say will…I don’t know, cause problems for you or make me have some sort of melt down? I am so tired of trying to remember and only getting bits and pieces. I am so angry and frustrated at this slow process….
And I am so scared to know what it could have possibly been that put me in this state.
A/N: TOOK A BIT TO WRITE THIS. NOT GREAT AND KINDA SHORT BUT BEST I COULD DO WITH THE MILLION INTERUPTIONS OF LIVING IN A LARGE HOUSEHOLD. WHO KNEW GETTING THREE LITTLE GIRLS READY FOR THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR WOULD BE SO TOUGH.
ANYHOW, THANKS FOR READING.
“Hahahaha! Look at that! Amazing! That boy is just amazing! The espada is amazing!” Kurotsuchi-taicho watched Ichigo in his hollow form fight that Godzilla sized monster of an espada. “Nemu?! Are you recording this?!”
“Hai, Mayuri-sama.”
The creepy taicho just watched as Rukia and Renji were batted away like flies. Ishida and Chad were trying to distract Yammy with distance attacks while Ichigo raced in to deal a blow. His swift movements and strikes were not doing much damage but were distracting enough to allow others to get in blows. Yammy was not the smartest of the espada and he definitely showed it with his windmilling arms that tried to swat his insect sized (compared to him anyways) opponents away.
The roars of frustration let out by the espada shook everything in the immediate area. The ceros he let out left wide swaths of destruction and it took everything the shinigami and humans had to get out of the way.
Blow after blow, dodge and attack, but nothing seemed to slow the behemoth. Finally, Ichigo was able to come in close enough to pierce Yammy in the eye, yelling out getsuga tenshou.
As Ichigo dealt the fatal blow, a wave of reiatsu pulsed from within Los Noches.
“It seems Aizen has returned.” Mayuri muttered to himself.
Yammy slowly shrunk back down in size as he could no longer hold onto his released form.
“Quickly, Nemu, before he dies, use that device to freeze him. I will have an arrancar to test on finally and an espada at that!” The freaky taicho practically danced in place as his lieutenant raced toward the downed hollow with a small black cube.
“Kurotsuchi-taicho, where did Ichigo go?” Rukia stumbled out from behind a pile of rubble that she had been tossed into.
“Eh? Kurosaki was just here…. Nemu, you were to have kept track of the boy! Stupid, worthless, …” Mayuri then slapped and kicked her a few times as he rambled on with his name calling.
“Mayuri-sama, what about Aizen?” Nemu calmly reminded him while looking down submissively.
“Ah yes. I suppose the brat went to fight Aizen. I felt his reiatsu return just a moment ago.”
“What!? That… that…BAKA!” she yelled as she was so frustrated she couldn’t think of what to call him. Rukia then gasped and wrapped an arm around her self. Apparently she had bruised if not broken some ribs and in her agitation jostled the injury.
They all turned toward the main buildings as a large explosion destroyed the walls closest to them and Ichigo’s reiatsu plummeted to almost nothing.
“ICHIGO!!!” Rukia gathered herself and raced toward her possibly fallen comrade. She was silently joined one by one by Renji, Ishida, Nel, Kurotsuchi-taicho and Chad.
Racing through the maze of Los Noches, they felt an enormous pulse of power from both Ichigo and Aizen. It pulsed once, twice and then they felt nothing from either combatant.
******
Rukia and the others burst through the throne room doors. With no signs of Aizen or an ongoing battle, they looked for their friend. There amongst the rubble on the floor lay Ichigo, twitching, convulsing. His sword lay on the floor next to his hand. Cries of “Ichigo!” burst from his friends as they rushed to his side.
His body bore no new wounds so they could not see the cause of the state the boy was in. Ichigo’s brown eyes were wide open, unseeing and tears flowed across his face.
“Ichigo…Ichigo! ICHIGO!!!!”
Rukia tried her best to snap him out of it by calling to him and shaking him but still received no response. Tears started to flow. Gasping in realization, she turned to the others.
“Aizen has the ability of hypnosis! What if he is making Ichigo see something? What if he is trapped inside his own mind!?” Rukia grabbed onto Kurotsuchi- taicho. “He could do that couldn’t he?! Well couldn’t he?”
The taicho grimaced in distaste at being manhandled by this little girl.
“I do not know all of his abilities. As disheartening as my lack of knowledge may sound, I can experiment and see if I can find a way to snap him out of this trance.” Kurotsuchi smiled in an I’ll do it whether or not you say yes or no sort of way.
******
(Excerpt from Ichigo’s Journal)
I know Aizen reads my journal. He has been honest about that. I do not know if I truly trust him, though he has been nothing but kind to me. I watch him sometimes. He smiles but it does not really reach his eyes.
Sometimes though, when he is with me, I see something that makes me wonder at who the man underneath really is. It is not really cruelty that I see, though I can say that he is at times very harsh.
What is behind the mask you wear?
I know that he has rescued me from something horrible otherwise I would not be the way I am. I wonder what he knows and does not tell me.
Is he afraid that I will hate him?
--I wonder, when you read this, will you tell me? Will you answer my questions? Am I so far gone that anything you say will…I don’t know, cause problems for you or make me have some sort of melt down? I am so tired of trying to remember and only getting bits and pieces. I am so angry and frustrated at this slow process….
And I am so scared to know what it could have possibly been that put me in this state.
A/N: TOOK A BIT TO WRITE THIS. NOT GREAT AND KINDA SHORT BUT BEST I COULD DO WITH THE MILLION INTERUPTIONS OF LIVING IN A LARGE HOUSEHOLD. WHO KNEW GETTING THREE LITTLE GIRLS READY FOR THE NEW SCHOOL YEAR WOULD BE SO TOUGH.
ANYHOW, THANKS FOR READING.