Title: Protector
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Drama/humor X-over
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Summary: Ichigo has just fallen against Ulquiorra, his conciousness fading and a new hole torn into his chest. As canon is going he steps down into the form of a hollow, giving into his baser instincts to help Orihime. But what if things took a different path? What if he recalled another time he was lying defeated with a hole in his chest? And what if "Hichigo" wasn't exactly what we all expected him to be?
I know some of you will hate this, but it popped into my head and demanded to be written. If you don't like how it develops feel free to not read it.
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"Kurosaki-kun, please get up. Please..." Orihime sobbed as she looked at the fallen form of her protector and first real crush Kurosaki Ichigo. It just wasn't possible. He was supposed to win, to rescue her, and now here he was... dying.
But dying and dead are nit the same thing by any stretch if the imagination.
I can hear her. She still needs me. I... need... to... help her... Ichigo thought dimly to himself as he tried to get up, to keep fighting. He wasn't going to just lie there and die because some bat-winged emo-bastard decided to prove how cool he was. He was Kurosaki Ichigo and he was better than that.
"Please Kurosaki-kun. Shun Shun Rikka, I reject. I reject you being hurt. This isn't you. You don't lose. You don't die. You need to remember who you are. Please," Orihime sobbed, unable to even focus her powers as she tried to revive her fallen comrade.
But, as Aizen would remind people, even Orihime had no concept of the scope of her power. And her call for Ichigo to remember sparked something within him. Something so deep within his soul even he didn't know it was there.
*****
Another bat-winged emo-bastard with too much power for his own good. Only this time he was more like a brother than an enemy. A lapse in judgment as he felt a ball of... lightning? enter his chest and shred his lung, leaving a perfect hole straight through him.
"I understand now, Naruto, that you are special. But I am more special than you," the bastard commented with a cool smirk.
If Ulquiorra even showed an emotion he would probably smirk like that.
And then there was red for a momentum and then... a fight. But Ichigo wouldn't kill him like he should have. He had a promise to keep. He would bring that bastard back if it took his life. Even if it took a thousand lifetimes he would bring him back. And he would protect his loved ones. No. Matter. What.
*****
Nice trip down memory lane, eh King? Hichigo sneered as the memory faded.
What the hell was that? Ichigo demanded, confused by the strangely familiar images.
I guess you could say it was... a shadow of our former selves, Hichigo replied with a dark chuckle.
Well I could definitely use that power right now to put the sad clown in his place, Ichigo replied with a mental snort.
Really? Are you sure? Some doors can't be closed again after they're opened, King, Hichigo tainted with a leer that you could practically hear in his tone of voice.
If it saves Orihime and the other I don't care. I will protect the people I care about no matter the cost. Dattebayo, Ichigo declred in his mind.
Hmph. Looks like the door is already opening. Oh well, I suppose it will be nice to get back to basics. You never were much without me, King Hichigo sneered sarcastically.
Just remember our deal, you bastard. I'm still king and you're still the horse, Ichigo replied with a little venom.
He would later swear he could hear the toothy grin as Hichigo replied, Nah, I'm really more of a fox...
*****
The battle that had erupted between Ishida and Ulquiorra as Ichigo lay fallen on the battlefield as a malevolent red energy that seemed nothing like the reiatsu they were familiar with erupted around Ichigo and seemed to prop him up. Both combatants' looked shocked as the hole in Ichigo's chest seemed to be filling in at an impossible rate as an unholy steam rose from the wound. But the most unsettling thing about Ichigo was his eyes as they snapped open to glare at the Arrancar that had fought him.
Gone were the kind brown eyes that Orihime had fallen in love with. For a moment, Ulquiorra would swear Ichigo's eyes were an icy blue before the pupils became slitted and the irises began to glow an unholy red.
"Oi, Sad Clown. You and I have some business to finish, you bastard. And If I'm right about you, I've still got a promise to keep," Ichigo challenged as he set Zangetsu on his back for a moment to point threateningly at the Hollow-Shinigami hybrid.
For his part, Ulquiorra showed the first real emotion he had even displayed in the form of shock and confusion before he let out an tentative query of "Dobe?"
Ichigo smiled ferally as he looked into the shocked Espada's eyes and replied, "Well Sasuke, looks like that's all I needed to know. Time for round two, bastard. And this time I'm not pulling my punches. Kage Bunshin no Jutsu."
And suddenly the field of battle was filled with dozens of Kurosaki Ichigos, each one wielding a Zangetsu of his own, with mayhem and payback on his mind.
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Drama/humor X-over
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Summary: Ichigo has just fallen against Ulquiorra, his conciousness fading and a new hole torn into his chest. As canon is going he steps down into the form of a hollow, giving into his baser instincts to help Orihime. But what if things took a different path? What if he recalled another time he was lying defeated with a hole in his chest? And what if "Hichigo" wasn't exactly what we all expected him to be?
I know some of you will hate this, but it popped into my head and demanded to be written. If you don't like how it develops feel free to not read it.
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"Kurosaki-kun, please get up. Please..." Orihime sobbed as she looked at the fallen form of her protector and first real crush Kurosaki Ichigo. It just wasn't possible. He was supposed to win, to rescue her, and now here he was... dying.
But dying and dead are nit the same thing by any stretch if the imagination.
I can hear her. She still needs me. I... need... to... help her... Ichigo thought dimly to himself as he tried to get up, to keep fighting. He wasn't going to just lie there and die because some bat-winged emo-bastard decided to prove how cool he was. He was Kurosaki Ichigo and he was better than that.
"Please Kurosaki-kun. Shun Shun Rikka, I reject. I reject you being hurt. This isn't you. You don't lose. You don't die. You need to remember who you are. Please," Orihime sobbed, unable to even focus her powers as she tried to revive her fallen comrade.
But, as Aizen would remind people, even Orihime had no concept of the scope of her power. And her call for Ichigo to remember sparked something within him. Something so deep within his soul even he didn't know it was there.
*****
Another bat-winged emo-bastard with too much power for his own good. Only this time he was more like a brother than an enemy. A lapse in judgment as he felt a ball of... lightning? enter his chest and shred his lung, leaving a perfect hole straight through him.
"I understand now, Naruto, that you are special. But I am more special than you," the bastard commented with a cool smirk.
If Ulquiorra even showed an emotion he would probably smirk like that.
And then there was red for a momentum and then... a fight. But Ichigo wouldn't kill him like he should have. He had a promise to keep. He would bring that bastard back if it took his life. Even if it took a thousand lifetimes he would bring him back. And he would protect his loved ones. No. Matter. What.
*****
Nice trip down memory lane, eh King? Hichigo sneered as the memory faded.
What the hell was that? Ichigo demanded, confused by the strangely familiar images.
I guess you could say it was... a shadow of our former selves, Hichigo replied with a dark chuckle.
Well I could definitely use that power right now to put the sad clown in his place, Ichigo replied with a mental snort.
Really? Are you sure? Some doors can't be closed again after they're opened, King, Hichigo tainted with a leer that you could practically hear in his tone of voice.
If it saves Orihime and the other I don't care. I will protect the people I care about no matter the cost. Dattebayo, Ichigo declred in his mind.
Hmph. Looks like the door is already opening. Oh well, I suppose it will be nice to get back to basics. You never were much without me, King Hichigo sneered sarcastically.
Just remember our deal, you bastard. I'm still king and you're still the horse, Ichigo replied with a little venom.
He would later swear he could hear the toothy grin as Hichigo replied, Nah, I'm really more of a fox...
*****
The battle that had erupted between Ishida and Ulquiorra as Ichigo lay fallen on the battlefield as a malevolent red energy that seemed nothing like the reiatsu they were familiar with erupted around Ichigo and seemed to prop him up. Both combatants' looked shocked as the hole in Ichigo's chest seemed to be filling in at an impossible rate as an unholy steam rose from the wound. But the most unsettling thing about Ichigo was his eyes as they snapped open to glare at the Arrancar that had fought him.
Gone were the kind brown eyes that Orihime had fallen in love with. For a moment, Ulquiorra would swear Ichigo's eyes were an icy blue before the pupils became slitted and the irises began to glow an unholy red.
"Oi, Sad Clown. You and I have some business to finish, you bastard. And If I'm right about you, I've still got a promise to keep," Ichigo challenged as he set Zangetsu on his back for a moment to point threateningly at the Hollow-Shinigami hybrid.
For his part, Ulquiorra showed the first real emotion he had even displayed in the form of shock and confusion before he let out an tentative query of "Dobe?"
Ichigo smiled ferally as he looked into the shocked Espada's eyes and replied, "Well Sasuke, looks like that's all I needed to know. Time for round two, bastard. And this time I'm not pulling my punches. Kage Bunshin no Jutsu."
And suddenly the field of battle was filled with dozens of Kurosaki Ichigos, each one wielding a Zangetsu of his own, with mayhem and payback on his mind.
