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Log: Ongoing
When; December 18th
Rating; PG-13 - R
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo and Shihouin Yoruichi
Summary; Training time for hollow-boy. And with the appearance of the kitty, it's just like old times.
Log;
Again! It'd happened again, and he hadn't been able to stop it. Not only had he been beaten again, but it had been twice in a few days. Both Aizen and Grimmjow had become his opponents, and neither had found him much of a challenge. He'd taken some condolence in the fact that he'd not been given the opportunity to fight the ex-captain, but that had been lost the moment the fight between he and the Arrancar had been decided.
Even Bankai hadn't been enough to hold him off for long.
Though the voice in his head had been smart enough to stay inside.
Eleven seconds. All that time spent training and he could still only manage those few seconds. It'd been enough to beat the ex-Espada, Dordonii, but that just wasn't enough for those that were still seated.
And yet despite that, he'd still gone ahead to Hueco Mundo to try and save Inoue. He'd gone alone, only to find that friends had arrived, regardless of his words, their families, and their orders. Even if they hadn't shown, he would've gone alone.
...what use would he have been?
And now, he was in another world (or so people had said). A city that he was unable to escape from. Admittedly, that wasn't so much of a problem just then. Aizen, and two of the Arrancar were there. It increased the chances that the other four would be able to rescue Inoue without him. Three enemies gone in exchange for his own disappearance. Not only that, but it gave him time.
Those eleven seconds would grow, grow and become minutes, and if it were even possible...hours. If it was possible to do it, he would find a way, no matter what it took.
"This is the place," he muttered to noone. During a random reply from Nell, he'd learnt about a desert that existed within the city. It'd have to do. Either the desert, or the forest, and judging by how often it seemed that people ended up in there, the forest was out of the question. He had no clue how his 'other half' would react to the fact he had no opponent when he called on him.
His body had been left at his apartment, locked away in his room for the time being. Nell was staying with the Shinigami she seemed to have become friends with. And people had been informed. So...
A hand raised to his face, a mask slowly sliding into place as his energies gathered together; both his reiatsu and hollow energy combining to force the mask into existance.
...and barely eleven seconds later, it had disappeared again.
Again and again, he tried, until the point his body decided to give out on him. Almost collapsing onto the sand, Zangetsu's blade was stabbed into the ground, before he collapsed back into a seated position, staring up at the blade that had fought with him through so much already. He'd relied on it for so long, and yet again, he found himself taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone in his newest step.
Rating; PG-13 - R
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo and Shihouin Yoruichi
Summary; Training time for hollow-boy. And with the appearance of the kitty, it's just like old times.
Log;
Again! It'd happened again, and he hadn't been able to stop it. Not only had he been beaten again, but it had been twice in a few days. Both Aizen and Grimmjow had become his opponents, and neither had found him much of a challenge. He'd taken some condolence in the fact that he'd not been given the opportunity to fight the ex-captain, but that had been lost the moment the fight between he and the Arrancar had been decided.
Even Bankai hadn't been enough to hold him off for long.
Though the voice in his head had been smart enough to stay inside.
Eleven seconds. All that time spent training and he could still only manage those few seconds. It'd been enough to beat the ex-Espada, Dordonii, but that just wasn't enough for those that were still seated.
And yet despite that, he'd still gone ahead to Hueco Mundo to try and save Inoue. He'd gone alone, only to find that friends had arrived, regardless of his words, their families, and their orders. Even if they hadn't shown, he would've gone alone.
...what use would he have been?
And now, he was in another world (or so people had said). A city that he was unable to escape from. Admittedly, that wasn't so much of a problem just then. Aizen, and two of the Arrancar were there. It increased the chances that the other four would be able to rescue Inoue without him. Three enemies gone in exchange for his own disappearance. Not only that, but it gave him time.
Those eleven seconds would grow, grow and become minutes, and if it were even possible...hours. If it was possible to do it, he would find a way, no matter what it took.
"This is the place," he muttered to noone. During a random reply from Nell, he'd learnt about a desert that existed within the city. It'd have to do. Either the desert, or the forest, and judging by how often it seemed that people ended up in there, the forest was out of the question. He had no clue how his 'other half' would react to the fact he had no opponent when he called on him.
His body had been left at his apartment, locked away in his room for the time being. Nell was staying with the Shinigami she seemed to have become friends with. And people had been informed. So...
A hand raised to his face, a mask slowly sliding into place as his energies gathered together; both his reiatsu and hollow energy combining to force the mask into existance.
...and barely eleven seconds later, it had disappeared again.
Again and again, he tried, until the point his body decided to give out on him. Almost collapsing onto the sand, Zangetsu's blade was stabbed into the ground, before he collapsed back into a seated position, staring up at the blade that had fought with him through so much already. He'd relied on it for so long, and yet again, he found himself taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone in his newest step.
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"Stop trying so hard, Ichigo. If you try and force it, it only makes it more difficult on yourself."
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"What do you want?" If she was just there to gloat, like certain others, he wasn't in the mood.
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I promised Kisuke I would look out for him. Promised Kisuke..
Walking over to the orange-haired shinigami, she rummaged in a pocket and pulled out a candy bar, tossing it to him as she plopped down across from him, crossing her legs into a lotus-style. She cocked her head to the side, expression almost one of an exasperated parent talking to a recalcitrant child.
"That's how you greet someone who came to help you? If I were you, I'd check that attitude a little bit. Unless you don't want my help."
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"I don't need your help." Not that he'd admit to it, of course. He never enjoyed relying on others to help him over his own...weaknessess. Though of course, Zangetsu was something completely different. And his other self? Well that was a reliance he wanted to be in control of. Which was his very reasoning for having headed out there in the first place.
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"Fine. Keep doing the same thing over and over again. Let me know if it works. But you know.."
Pausing, she turned to glance over her shoulder.
"Real men admit it when they need some help with something. Especially if someone older and wiser is offering."
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Slowly forcing himself back up and onto his feet, he found himself using his Zanpakuto for support as he kept his back to the other. "...you think you know how to help?" His voice was low, almost as though embarrassed to even be thinking of asking the other.
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"And if I do?"
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But things had been changing recently, even before he'd arrived in the City. Chad and Ishida had proved it the very moment they'd arrived in Hueco Mundo. Renji had practically threatened him when his self-proclaimed task had gone against what Rukia wanted to do. And now, he was stuck relying on others to try and get over another obsticle.
As if Shinji and the others wasn't bad enough.
"...then tell me."
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"Look, think of it this way. You're trying to take two things and combine them to create a new thing, right? Well, just tossing them together doesn't always work. It's like cooking, or working with chemicals. Sure you can throw sugar and flour into the same bowl and they'll mix together without you hardly having to do anything. But that's because they're similar things. Your Hollow powers and your Shingami powers aren't. It's like oil and water. You can't just force them together and expect it to work. You've got to blend them, make them work as a team, rather then trying to force them to create something new."
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"...eleven seconds," he muttered under his breath. 11 seconds was his limit, no matter how much he'd tried to extend that time. "I was taught to access one while using the other one. But my control...slips. He gets out if I'm not careful enough."
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Crossing her arms over her chest, she shrugged.
"Then let him out. You have to come to terms with him, Ichigo. He's part of you, whether you like it or not. The harder you try to FORCE it to do your bidding, the more it's going to fight back."
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...if only.
Dropping back down to the ground, Ichigo pulled a leg up, resting his arm on it, the other tugging down his Zanpakuto. "Even with him and Bankai, it's...not enough." Not yet at least. "I'll find something else instead."