Bleach Reflection

Sorry this is in script format. It's a rough draft and I don't intend to make the real ending of this story like this, but it was too much fun to not post up. Written with The Ero-Sennin, please enjoy Bleach: Makoto's Misadventures:

Makoto: Wha-I fight Ichigo?! Are you kidding me?! I'm going to die. I'm going to die horribly.
Gin: Oh come on. You won't die.
Makoto: Yes I am! This is ICHIGO KUROSAKI! He's going to wipe the floor with me!
Aizen: Well sure, if you try to fight him on his terms.
Gin: Or you know, really turn evil.
Makoto: I don't want to be evil! Why am I fighting him anyway?!
Tousen: *Shrugs*
Gin: Because if you don't, Aizen will let Nnoitra have Orihime for a few hours. *smirk*
Aizen: I won't really but it will be entertaining to see what my little clone does in reaction.Even I am not that cruel.
Makoto: I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die...*Now in Hueco Mundo getup* Hey Ichigo! Hello... Little green haired girl! What's up?
Nel: Hi!
Makoto: Ah, Ichigo... Orihime said you'd come to save us. Thanks for that, really, I appreciate it, but um... There's a problem with that.
Ichigo: And that is...?
Makoto: I kind of have to kill you.
Ichigo: ...
Nel: ...
Makoto: Yeah.
Nel: NOOOOOOO! Nowun gonna kill Ithigo!
Ichigo: Relax Nel, Makoto isn't really going to kill me.
Makoto: Nope. By the way, look behind you.
Ichigo: Eh? *Looks*
Nel: B-bu-bu-bu...you and Mawkoto ith fwends, right?
Makoto: *STAB THROUGH THE CHEST* ...
Ichigo: !!!
Makoto: Oh, relax.
Nel: Ohhh! I thee!
Makoto: Yeah, but uh, since Ulquiorra's on his way, act a little more distraught, will you?
Nel: NOOO! ITHIGO! *She attacks and bites Makoto* Rrrrr!
Makoto: OW OW OW!
*Later, before Aizen, Tousen and Gin!*
Makoto: OW OW OW! Okay, okay, I killed him already! OW OW OW!
Aizen: Tousen?
Tousen: He appears to be dead.
Aizen: Well done Makoto.
Makoto: Thank you ow ow ow! Can somebody get this little girl off me ow ow ow?!
Aizen: A masterful illusion.
Makoto: Ow?
Nel: *Still biting* Rr?
Aizen: Ichigo, you may come out if you wish.
*Aizen then suddenly finds himself impaled on the end of a lance*
Aizen: ...
*The illusion fades to reveal Adult Nel in released state*
Makoto: Ha! Xanatos gambit, bitch!
Aizen: *reappears behind them* Well done, again. And nice to see you again, Neliel.
Makoto: Nuts!
Ichigo: We tried.
Aizen: Really Makoto, I have been doing this for a long time.
Makoto: Well, I've been doing this long enough for the real Makoto, Ichigo and Nel to run off with Orihime.
Aizen: ...
Gin: ... Owned, bitch.
Aizen: *Runs off*
Makoto: ... I can't believe he fell for that.
Tousen: ...
Ichigo: Neither can I, *Hauls Orihime over his shoulder* Let's go! *Flee*
Nel: ... *Follows*
Makoto: RUN AWAYYYYY! *Ditto*
Aizen: *runs back* ... Gin, Tousen... Why did you not stop them?
Tousen: ... I was stunned with how stupidly brilliant their plan was.
Gin: ...Owned, bitch.
Orihime: Wooaaahhh...!
Makoto: H-Hey! Wait up! Huff... Huff... Huff... Geez, this is worse than gym class...!
Renji: Ichigo! Where are you going? What's...? Oh, you got them. All right!
Ichigo: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Grimmjow: SHINIGAMIIIII!
Ichigo: *Jumps and steps on Grimmjow's face*
Grimmjow: D'OH!
Ichigo: NO TIME!
*He kicks off Grimmjow and keeps running*
Grimmjow: What?! Oh come on! You owe me a rematch!
*He's run over by Renji*
Grimmjow: GAH!
*Then Makoto and Nel*
Grimmjow: Owww...
Rukia: *Fighting Aaroniero* ...
Makoto: Hi Rukia! We got Orihime! Let's go!
Ichigo: Sorry to cut in! *Scoops up Rukia into his other arm as he passes*
Aaroniero: What?! Hey! I was fighting her!
Rukia: S-sorry not-Lieutenant!
Aaroniero: I was going to make a romantic dinner for you after our fight!
Rukia: You mean make ME, right!?
Aaroniero: No! Really! Cross my non-existent heart! You know that one time you caught me with my wife when we had the paddle? I have all that set up here!
Renji: WHAT?!
Rukia: ...Think we can...
Ichigo: No.
Rukia: Just for a mini-
Makoto: NO!
Rukia: It wonÆt take-!
Renji: NOOOO!
*SOUL SOCIETY*
Unohana: The gateway is open and...UFU! *She's trampled by Ichigo and friends running out*
Chad: Excuse me, coming through. *Carrying Ishida over his shoulder, he comes through last*
Renji: What took you so long?!
Chad: Ishida became... Ahem... Distracted.
Rukia: Is that...lipstick?
Ishida: I had no idea that Female Arrancar were that hard-up for men...
Makoto: Well, at least one was interested in me.
Rukia: Really hard-up.
Makoto: Oh hey! The men seemed equally hard up, considering the lengths that guy went to for you.
Nel: Ithigo, you're standing on some pale faced weirdo...
Mayuri: Owww...
Ishida: Step on his face a few times.
Ichigo: *Slowly steps off Mayuri, instead*
Yamamoto: Hm. The rescue was a success.
Makoto: ACK!
Yamamoto: Which means that now the Goteiá is at full strength for dealing with Aizen in Karakura Town.
Makoto: Awesome!
Nel: *Child form* Nel can help?
Yamamoto: No, kill the little Arrancar.
Ichigo: Do it and I side with Aizen.
Makoto: Me too!
Orihime: M-Me too!
Yamamoto: Fair enough, the Arrancar can join Ichigo's side.
Nel: Yay! We're on teams! Ithigo's team can be the Mongootheth!
Makoto: Yay!
Ichigo: M-Mongooses?
Orihime: Aww... I think the Vaqueros is a better name!
Makoto: Vaq-wha?
Chad: It's Spanish. It means "cowboy".
Makoto: ... But... We're not cowboys...
Orihime: No, but we are Desperados, carving away a life of our own on the frontier of a hostile world!
Nel: Dethberadoth!
Byakuya: ... Rukia, you're standing on my throat. Please get off.
Rukia: S-sorry.
Zaraki: Well let's get going already. I'm not wasting any more time here... Unless you'd all like to fight me before we get this party started? *psychotic grin*
Unohana: ...I will, if you like. *Returns a serene smile*
Nanao: *Chirps up* May we leave, now?
Makoto: Yes. Please.
*ABOVE THE FAKE KARAKURA...*
Grimmjow: Aaroniero, what the fuck are you doing?
Aaroniero: I'm setting up for my date-I MEAN, battle with Ru-I mean Kuchiki! Yeah! I've got plans! EVIL plans!
Halibel: *Rolls her eyes* Why have you not discarded that face...?
Grimmjow: ... You have an entire fucking kitchen, dining room and bedroom set up in mid-air.
Aaroniero: I-I kind of like it!Besides, he has the coolest powers out of anything I've absorbed.
Barragon: ...
Aizen: Nevermind Aaroniero's little quirks... It's not the worst thing we've had to ignore from him.
Sun-Sun: Halibel-sama, may I have the troublesome clone of Aizen-sama after the battle? I wish to make my displeasure with his behavior known... Personally.
Grimmjow: ...
Apache: Me too!
Halibel: ...
Mila-Rose: Me as well.
Nnoitra: I can't wait to get my hands on that bitch Neliel. After all these years, I'll finally put her in her place! And then sheÆll cook me dinner, and service me in bed, hahahaha!
Grimmjow: ... Fucking freak.
Stark: *Sleeping in mid-air*
Yammy: I'm hungry!
Ulquiorra: ...
*The Goteiá shows up, now with Ichigo and friends as backup*
Aizen: Ah, Captain-General, how nice to see you and... Oh dear.
Ulquiorra: We're outnumbered and outgunned.
Chad: *blinks and sweats as Halibel seems to have a great deal of interest in him*
Grimmjow: Che! So what? SHINIGAMI!
Byakuya: ...
Zaraki? Yeah?
Isane: Yes?
Hanatarou: Yes?
Unohana: Mm?
Grimmjow: ... THE ORANGE HAIRED ONE!
Ichigo: Wat?
Grimmjow: You owe me a rematch! Come on and fight me!
Ichigo: Che, I'll be having tea with the old man.
Grimmjow: WHAT?!
Yamamoto: *Already boiling the tea as he sits down with Kyoraku, Unohana, and Ukitake*
Aaroniero: Oh Rukiaaaa! Look! I made your favorittte! Come on overrrr!
Aizen: ...
Gin: It seems that the Gotei Thirteen are not taking us seriously.
Aizen: I noticed, Gin.
Tousen: How unjust. Behold their arrogance.
Syazel: Hmph.
Aizen: ... It would help if our own forces were not supporting this...
Mayuri: Hmm...gonna study you...and you...and you... *He's pointing at the various Espada and their Fraccion* Definitely you. *He points at Aizen*
Aizen: ... Aaroniero!
Aaroniero: *serving Rukia wine* What?!
Rukia: What? It's a good year.
Aizen: STARK!
Stark: Hey, it's a good year.
Halibel: Sado... I am your mother.
Chad: ...I see.
Halibel: ... You are not reacting badly to this news?
Chad: Well. I figured that you would either be a Plus or a Minus.
Chad: I didn't see you at all in Soul Society, so I figured that you must've become a Hollow.
Chad: What does surprise me is that you're so strong.
Chad: If we fought, you'd beat me.
Ichigo: Chad, if Menoly over there fought you, you'd lose.
Ishida: Ouch.
Halibel: Well, you're young yet. Give it enough time and you'll become even stronger than I am eventually.
Chad: I see.
Halibel: ... Care for some coffee? Apache! Get us some coffee.
Aaroniero: STARK! Get the hell out of here, this isn't your date!
Stark: Don't mind me, I'm only here for atmosphere.
Rukia: Yes, this dinner does seem a bit more...latin with him around.
Aaroniero: It's Italian!
Stark: It's still Romance.
Aaroniero: You won't let him stay after dinner, will you Rukia-chan?
Rukia: Maybe.
Aaroniero: Argghhh...!
Rukia: If he's good with the guitar, I might just have him stick around to play...
Grimmjow: What the fuck is going on?! Why is nobody taking this seriously?! ORANGE HAIRED SHINIGAMI, I WANT TO FIGHT!
Kenpachi: A fight, you say?
Grimmjow: Not you, HIM!
Byakuya: Who?
Grimmjow: ... You know, the orange haired Shinigami!
Byakuya: Her? *points at Matsumoto*
Matsumoto: Mmm...I'll fight you~
Hitsugaya: MATSUMOTO!
Matsumoto: What!? He's hot!
Hitsugaya: Oh no! I already lost ONE woman to the creations of evil bastards, not two! *He grabs Matsumoto's wrist* She's mine, you hear me? Mine! MINE! You canÆt have her! MINE! *Snuggles into her boobs*
Grimmjow: Fine! Geez!
Matsumoto: Oh, Captain!
Ichigo: *Sipping his tea* So, a fake town, huh?
Byakuya: Yes. *Sips his own tea*Urahara's idea.
Yamamoto: It prevents Aizen from destroying the real town.
Ichigo: Huh, Hat and Clogs, eh? He's pretty clever...
Gin: Why do you think we got rid of 'im? *Sips tea as well*
Aizen: GIN!
Gin: What?
Shinji: Oh, I wouldn't be a worryin' about him, or anything else there, Lieutenant.
Aizen: Shinji...
Shinji: And friends.
*The other Vizard pose around him like a Sentai Team*
Makoto: Hi Shinji! *waves*
Shinji: Hey! What's up, Mako!
Makoto: Nothing much! So, what theme music do you guys want?
Shinji: Something hip, trendy.
Shinji: Maybe some of that Jazz poor Sousuke here never really got.
Makoto: *Makes his sword play "Don't Be That Way", big band style*
Shinji: *Grin* Oooohhh...good one. *Draws his sword* Let's go, kids!
*Epic beatdown on Aizen's face commences*
Aizen: OW OW OW OW OW OWWWW!
Shinji: Not so tough without your plans and backup, are ya!?
Hiyori: Kick him in his nuts!
Kensei: Gladly! Mashiro!
Aizen: Oh no-!
Mashiro: MASHIRO GROIN BUSTER KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!
Aizen: *high pitched choking sound*
Tousen: ... *Can't stand anymore and prepares to Shikai*
Komamura: TOUSENNNN!!!
Tousen: ...Komamur--*PUNCH'D*
Kira: *To Hisagi* I bet he never saw that one coming.
Komamura: *Keeps his sword firmly in its sheath as he delivers a truly epic beatdown to Tousen*
Hisagi: Ohhh... That was bad.
Kira: *Small smirk*
Syazel: ... Now's my chance to kill them all while they are distracted by their nonsense...
Mayuri: Yes, that would be a most effective and daring plan. If you were just a bit faster.
Ishida: Yes.
Syazel: ...Oh? I have speed, more than enough for you... eh?
Nemu: *Pulls out the syringe*
Mayuri: *sighs* It seems that Aizen did not make his Arrancar with common sense. Honestly...
Nemu: The injection is complete.
Ishida: Tell me, Doctor, what was it that you injected into Syazel?
Mayuri: I'd be happy to!
*A cartoony background drawn by Rukia pops up*
Placard: Doctor Kurotsuchi's Medical Science Minute
Mayuri: First, it disables his immune system by tying it up with a host of my own specially crafted nanite machines.
*Chibi Ishida, chibi Nemu, Nel, and Yachiru are gathered around*
Yachiru: Oh! So it gives him AIDS?
Mayuri: Ah, that is but the first step! While his defenses are occupied, the second wave of the injection goes to work, shutting down his nervous system with a neurotoxin derived from his own ectoplasm. His already beleaguered immune system can't fight off a poison that matches the rest of his body. The third wave comes into play, causing his body to forcibly eject his own reiatsu as quickly as possible, as his immune system thinks it needs to evacuate his body of "bad" reiatsu: Which is, in fact, all of it. And finally, it causes his soul core to implode, generating an ecto-plasmic fusion reaction, causing the whole horrible mess to explode.
Nel: Oooh! How big is the egblothion?
*KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!*
Mayuri: That big. Hmmm... Larger than I would have expected, fascinating...
Chibi Nemu: *Looks at scanning device* Indeed, it is the equivalent to 500 tons of TNT.You've done it again, Doctor.
Yachiru: Yay! Fireworks!
Chibi Ishida: *Adjusting Sunglasses* Spectacular indeed.
Mayuri: Ah, but of course! This is SCIENCE!
*As the mushroom cloud rises...*
Yamamoto: I see we missed another Science Minute.
Mayuri: Don't worry, Nemu Number Two got it all on video.
Yamamoto: Good job.
Unohana: I love Science Minutes, they're so amusing.
Mayuri: Now Nemus! Since you were less useless than usual on this mission, you may choose your own reward!
Nemu: *Cuddles Ishida*
Nemu Two: *cuddles Ishida on the other side*
Mayuri: Oh, very well. But I expect no less than six grandchildren each!
Ishida: Eh!?
Mayuri: Hmmm... No, better make it eight children each.
Ishida: You're a jerk.
Mayuri: Well I'm not about to let you have my two lovely daughters if I don't get to see grandchildren! But fine, you can wait on it. Bah...
Ishida: Whew.
Nemu: Thank you, Kurotsuchi-sama. *Drags Ishida off with her sister*
Makoto: Well, now I'm bored...
Sun-Sun: We can change that.
Makoto: ACK! Oh, hey Sun-Sun! ... Apache... Mila...
Mila-Rose: *Blush*
Makoto: So, we're going to fight now?
Apache: No...not fight. *Licks her lips*
Makoto: Uhhh...
Sun-Sun: Mila-Rose, hold him down. I'm first~
Makoto: Huh?! H-Hey, wait a minute! *struggles*
*All three are blasted by a kido*
Makoto: YES!
Hinamori: MAKOTO-KUN IS MIIIIIIIIINE!
Makoto: NO! Uh, h-hi Hinamori! Uh, great to see you...
Hinamori: I...I came to help fight and...
*She stops and looks around at the odd scenes of either mingling or combat*
Hinamori: What's going on here?
Makoto: ... Yeah, I don't really know. I was just going with it.
Ichigo: Damn it Grimmjow, I said NO.
Grimmjow: Fight me already!
Unohana: ... *Gets up slowly and walks over* Excuse me, Jaegerjaques-san?
Grimmjow: Yeah what?
Unohana: If it will please you. If you can stop me from hitting you with one attack, you may fight him.
*Kyoraku and Ukitake glance over, but say nothing*
Grimmjow: What? Are you kidding? Fuck yeah! *He grins and draws his sword* GRIND, PANTERA!
*Full Release Kitty Form*
Grimmjow: Bring it, Captain MILF!
\Unohana: Pantera? Hm. Dimebag... *She sighs* ...He will be missed.
*She draws her sword*
Unohana: One attack. Remember.
Grimmjow: Yeah yeah, whatever woman, let's go!
*Midway through Grimmjow saying go, her foot collides with his face*
Grimmjow: !!! *Smashes through one of the pillars holding the fake Karakura Town up*
Unohana: Oh dear.
Kyoraku: Eh, there are two more.
Grimmjow: H-H-Holy shit...
Hiyori: *Walks by tossing the Orb of Distortion to herself* Not like it matters, anyway.
Grimmjow: Owww...
Unohana: Looks like you lose. I am very sorry.
Grimmjow: Gaahhh... How... The hell... Did that happen...?
Ichigo: She used Shunpo to kick you in the face.
Grimmjow: Shut up Shinigami...
Orihime: *sipping tea next to Ichigo* S-So, um, thank you Kurosaki-kun, for saving me...
Ichigo: No problem, Makoto really did a great job helping us.
Orihime: *beams* Yes, but you carried me out... *She rests her head against his shoulder* Thank you...
Ichigo: You're welcome, Inoue. *Pats her on the head*
Orihime: *blushes heavily*
Grimmjow: Ungh... Fuck... You still makin' eyes at him, woman?
Orihime: Ah, er, um...
Grimmjow: Oh for... *Shoves Ichigo and Orihime's lips together* THERE! *He storms off* Fucking pansies...
Ichigo: Eh!?
Orihime: Mmph?! Ah, er... Um...
Ichigo: ...
Orihime: ... *licks her lips* ... Fuck it. *POUNCE*
*She enthusiastically makes out with him*
Yamamoto: Ah, youth.
Makoto: *Runs by through the air* OH MY GOD AAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Mila-Rose: I'm sorry, he began to tickle me and I couldn't resist!
Sun-Sun: Just catch him!
Hinamori: HEÆS MINE YOU WHORES!
Apache: I CALL FIRST!
Makoto: SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!
 

zeebee1

Well-Known Member
That should be the ending. That way you can see if you can become a master of One Piece fanfiction writing.
 
zeebee1 said:
That should be the ending. That way you can see if you can become a master of One Piece fanfiction writing.
One Piece is so awesome that a myriad of fanfiction ideas could be cultivated and written and it would all be good. The problem is that it's so awesome, you must ask why bother to write anything for it?
 

Shaderic

Well-Known Member
All it needs is an artist that doesn't make me want to rend souls asunder.
 
I've been looking at this story and trying to find a way to reconcile it with the recent events of the manga. Gin is dead, so is Tousen, and Aizen is sealed away. So, ideas for what to do with this story in regards to that would be appreciated.
 

zeebee1

Well-Known Member
Disregard current events. We have a clone in hollow land. His mere presence will mess things up. And you wrote Tousen with an actual plan. There is little reason that Aizen's plan will work like it did in the manga.
 
zeebee1 said:
Disregard current events. We have a clone in hollow land. His mere presence will mess things up. And you wrote Tousen with an actual plan. There is little reason that Aizen's plan will work like it did in the manga.
What was his plan anyway? I'm still not sure I've figured that out.
 
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The meeting room was filled with Espada, their varied and concentrated spiritual signatures filling the room better than music could have ever done. The three captains sat at the head of the table, utterly unmoved by the reiatsu swirling around them in a silent storm.

At the other end of the table sat Makoto and Orihime, both in chairs far too big for them. Makoto took slow, deep breaths, which seemed unbearably loud to him. He glanced over at Orihime-She was in about the same state, forced calm. She seemed to be doing better than him, which Makoto was glad for.

Then she looked over at him, and he summoned up a comforting smile. She nodded slowly to him, and looked back at the table as Aizen spoke.

"My Espada, we have intruders," Aizen stated. Above the table, a sphere bubbled into view, five figures viewable within now. Makoto's heart beat faster.

Renji... Rukia... How did they get here?

"Kurosaki-kun," Orihime whispered.

"These intruders seek to rescue their comrades," Aizen explained, as though to a group of toddlers. "We will make every effort to ensure they are repelled. But first... Tea time."

"Sure we couldn't have naptime first? I think I'm feeling kind of tired from all this yapping."

All attention was now on him. Makoto held firm, smiling away, even if every gaze felt like a wire tightening around his throat.

"First tea, then business, Makoto-kun," Aizen said politely, smile never wavering. Makoto shrugged.

"Will there be sugar?"

"But of course," Aizen said. As the two loli Arrancar began to serve the tea, Makoto's mind began to frantically work as he gave Orihime a "devil may care" smile and shrug.

Okay... Okay... I think I got it now, Makoto thought. I have to out-Aizen him.

I thought you were trying to avoid being him. Kyougetsu asked.

I AM avoiding that. I'm being a dork. He's not a dork. I mean, I've got the glasses and everything...

Orihime can look after herself, Kyougetsu reminded him. You don't have to put up the mask again.

Makoto sipped his tea when he got it, smiling the whole time. I know I'd feel better if there was someone next to me who wasn't worried. Makoto decided to spend the tea time examining the Espada... And maybe have some fun. Keep his smile more natural.

The espadas all went through their tea in different ways. It was commonplace to them, after all, though Makoto noticed Emo Clown just drank it down as though he couldn't taste anything, the giant guy who had attacked with Emo Clown (Makoto decided to call him "Tiny" for simple irony) just tipped his cup upside down and gulped it in one go, the blonde woman with blonde hair (Halibel right? He was terrible with names) drank hers... Through her collar (weird), the tall guy with the eyepatch and ever-present Whale Grin (Jimbei seemed to come to mind for his nickname, but then Jimbei didn't smile... Maybe he could use irony again? Smiley was always an option) slurped it, the... Ambiuously gay pink haired guy with glasses drank his with an air of douche (Dr. Pink? Dr. Okama? He'd work on it), the black guy with piercings drank his as though receiving the nectar of the Gods (Dolemite), the crotchety old guy drank his with a sneer (Burger King Senior), some... Latin guy who looked sleepy drank his slowly (Robert Downey Jr), the guy with a giant phallic mask turned into some blue haired guy who looked like Ichigo (Ogichi maybe) and drank his, and finally, the turquoise-haired guy who had attacked and nearly killed Ichigo, Rukia, AND himself (His illusions hadn't really helped given he was so much faster than Makoto) didn't touch his. Fluffer McKitty suggested itself as a name, but Makoto wasn't sure why.

Makoto finished his tea. Aizen looked across the table.

"Finished already?"

"Yes. I really want to hear you resume monologuing," Makoto said cheerfully. "Fluffer McKitty over there looks dying to hear more."

McKitty snarled at him. "What'd you call me you bastard?"

"It loses something in the translation, I'll admit, but it's a fitting name for you. Or would you prefer McJagger? You've got this rock star thing going on," Makoto continued.

Clever, Kyougetsu said dryly. Going to make a joke about his mother next?

Maybe later, Makoto said.

McKitty looked ready to jump across the table and kick his ass. Makoto was pretty certain he could do it a second time-Last time he'd barely had to expend any effort kicking all of their asses.

So why are you doing it? Kyougetsu asked. What are you doing?

"Grimmjow, control yourself," Aizen said. He finished his cup of tea, and smiled across the table at Makoto. "There is a very important reason I had Makoto-kun brought here."

He held up a hand. Within it was a small orb. Makoto's heartrate jumped again, racing now, but he somehow managed to keep himself from freaking out.

"The Hgyoku?" Makoto asked. "Shame I didn't bring my ping-pong paddle..."

"My dear Makoto-kun... You are such a fascinating individual," Aizen said, slowly rising. "Rather than make threats, you make jokes. Rather than charge first, you follow the leader. When left alone you fight, yes, but not like your companions. You are markedly different from all of them." Aizen's smile never faltered, but the feeling in the room was suddenly, starkly different. Makoto felt his hands start shaking, but gripped the table as he rose to his feet to make them stop. He didn't dare look at Orihime-He didn't think he could take looking at her right now.

"And do you know why?" Aizen asked.

Makoto took a deep breath. He had that sudden, terrible feeling he couldn't make a joke right now. Mainly because, right now, he had no distance from the thing he was mocking.

"Because... What... I'm you?" Makoto asked.

The Hgyoku gleamed, as something like laughter went through him.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Aizen asked. The Orb seemed to expand in front of him, blotting out everything. He scarcely had time to hear Orihime call out his name, see her reach out her hand for him, before everything went black.

NoI'mnothereI'mnotherebutIamherewhereisherewhatisherewhatwherehowwhywherewherewherewhere...?

"Where is anyone?"

Makoto blinked, gasping for breath as though exhausted. He looked around frantically, seeing a convoluted castle built of yellow and red metals below him, and water surrounding it. The sky was almost orange despite there being no sun. He turned away from the battlements to the source of the question.

"Ishida?" He asked. The Quincy archer pushed his glasses up.

"No. I represent your latent homosexual tendencies."

Makoto blinked. He blinked again. Ishida sighed.

"If you make a crack about your lack of surprise-"

"No! No! I wasn't! I..." Makoto winced at Ishida's glare. "Okay, okay, got me there. So... Seriously?"

"Of course not," Ishida snorted. "This isn't about anything so juvenile... Then again, given who I'm talking to-"

"Let me guess, you're my snarkiness," Makoto guessed again. "That would fit, right? You're always making biting remarks."

"We're both making remarks," Ishida said. "And our reasoning is precisely the same for both of us." Ishida walked out to the edge of the battlement and looked out across the sea. "Distance."

"Distance?" Makoto asked. "No, no, look... I make jokes because... Because that's what I do! I'm the joker, the-the comic relief! I'd screw up the dynamics! I mean, Orihime's the quirky girly non-sequitor comic relief, I'm the dry, goofy comic relief. It.. It works..."

"Yes, you're the joker. You're not the hero," Ishida said.

Makoto nodded. "Right."

"Is that what you want?"

Makoto blinked. He looked at the sea himself.

"... Well... It's not like I can be anything else."

"You're right. Nobody would take you seriously," Ishida said. "Aside from the villain himself."

"Yeah, well... It's because he wants to turn me to evil."

"Does he?"

"Look Aizen-"

"I'm not Aizen," Ishida said. "You know I'm not."

"... Yeah. I do," Makoto said quietly. "But it doesn't make you part of me."

"What else could I be?" Ishida asked. Makoto gripped the battlement more tightly. He looked back at Ishida. "Where's Kyogetsu? Is he being blocked somehow?"

"Yes."

"So... What are you, exactly?"

Ishida smiled, and stepped up onto the battlement. He looked over at Makoto, before looking back at the sea and jumping off. Makoto dashed to try and grab him, but saw that he had vanished below. Makoto gulped.

"Great... Just great..." He muttered. He took a few deep breaths. "It's okay... It's okay... I'm just... Facing myself. That's it." He nodded. "I can do this. It's me... It's me..."

He pounded the battlement with his fists, took another deep breath, and jumped off himself. The sooner he got through this, the better... Whatever the ending might be.

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So, thoughts?
 

Shaderic

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... Interesting. I wonder just what the hell's really going on. But in a good way.
 
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Leaving the defeated Dordonii far behind, Ichigo ran through vast corridor after vast corridor, Nel clinging to his shoulder much like a certain pink haired vice-captain did to the shoulder of a certain Eleventh Squad captain. Not that Ichigo was dwelling on such similarities, he had a princess to save.

"Kurosaki-kun!"

Orihime's voice echoed throughout the vast chamber Ichigo was now standing in, and the young substitute shinigami looked about. His eyes zeroed in on the white-clad figure of Orihime, standing in a doorway quite far to his right.

"Inoue!" Ichigo called out. Nel stared intently at this apparition, and frowned deeply.

"That's the girl you're gonna save, Ithsigo?"

"Looks like," Ichigo said grimly. "Hang on, I'm coming to-!"

"Kurosaki-kun!"

Ichigo's head jerked back to the left. The mirror image of Orihime appeared in a similar doorway. Same expression of worry and hope, same posture.

"Huh?! Twins?! Ithsigo sooo lucky!" Nel said cheerfully.

"Kurosaki-kun!"

"Kurosaki-kun!"

"Kurosaki-kun!"

More Orhimes appeared, surrounding Ichigo, all of them crying out and looking no different from the real thing. Ichigo scowled.

"Aizen... Come out! Enough games!"

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to play a game, Kurosaki-kun?"

Ichigo spun around, and glared into the smiling face of another Orihime. She smiled demurely at him, a light blush tinting her cheeks.

"Enough! Where are you hiding?!" Ichigo demanded. He tried to zero in on a reiatsu source, any reiatsu source that might help... But his senses were paltry at best, and among all of these shadows he couldn't pick out a real one.

Moreover, it didn't make sense.

Why is Aizen toying with me? It's not-

Ichigo could only grunt as a fist slammed into the side of his jaw, enough force behind it to send him flying through the wall of the vast chamber and into the outside air. Ichigo winced as his eyes were forced to adjust to the sun, and managed to bring his momentum under control. He slid to a relative stop in mid-air, and looked down at the large hole left by his assault.

...Like him...

"You'd have had a lot more fun if you'd played along, but then, you never were one for jokes were you?" Orihime's voice asked, no clear source. Ichigo's grip tightened on Zangetsu. He looked down and saw Nel's tiny form sprawled on the sands of the desert.

"NEL!"

"I'd pay more attention to what's going on up here, Ichigo," commented a masculine voice. A familiar voice.

Ichigo turned around. "Makoto?"

His eyes widened. Floating in mid air, wearing a crooked smile on pale white skin with narrowed, glowing yellow eyes, stood Makoto.

"Hope you don't mind the change in duds too much," Makoto said, flexing the large, bone-like angel wings on his back. "Kind of dramatic but hey... It's how I came out."

"What...?" The Hgyoku whispered in the back of his mind as the likely answer, filling Ichigo with equal parts horror and rage. Makoto kept up his smile, his brown hair turned black as sackcloth and waving lightly in the breeze.

"Aizen had a pretty good plan. Inspired, you might say," Makoto said. "Kidnap me and Orihime to lure you and your buddies to Hueco Mundo. Soul Society would send reinforcements-Probably captains. And after their forces were halved, Aizen's forces would cross over into the Living World and make Karakura into their big Spirit Key thing. Orihime would be here..." Makoto looked directly into Ichigo's eyes. "And I would be the spearpoint for Aizen's invasion."

"You're saying it like it's past tense!" Ichigo snarled. "What's going on?!"

"You remember Star Wars, right Ichigo?" Makoto asked. His spiritual energy spiked, to the point Ichigo, even in Bankai form, was having trouble holding his position. A cruel smile came over Makoto's face-Not like Aizen's at all, which somehow made it worse.

"The student is now the master... He's dead. Gin and Tousen too." Makoto raised his hand, and his zanpakuto appeared in it. He slashed it through the air a few times, testing it's weight, before pointing the weapon at Ichigo.

"So why are you doing this?" Ichigo demanded.

"Because the plan has changed in only one detail," Makoto replied. "I am going to become God."

"... I really hope this is another of your stupid jokes, Makoto," Ichigo said flatly. Makoto sighed.

"You never could take me seriously, could you Ichigo?"

"I don't take you seriously when you're saying you're going to-!"

Ichigo barely blocked a blow from Makoto's blade. As they straied against eachother, swords locked hilt to hilt, Makoto's smile grew, exposing pure white teeth.

"Maybe I am being a bit overly dramatic about it," Makoto chuckled. "But being the villain is supposed to be fun, isn't it? And that makes you the hero. So come on, Ichigo," he said, holding up one hand from his hilt, a cero forming inside his palm, "play your part"

Ichigo knocked Makoto back. He held his hand up to the top of hairline. His eyes narrowed across the gap as Makoto's cero continued to grow to a monstrous size. Black flames erupted around Ichigo's fingers as he pulled down his mask, eyes burning yellow through the eyeholes.

"... GETSUGA TENSHO!" Ichigo bellowed, a swing of his blade letting loose a massive arc of black fire. Makoto grinned and pointed his completed cero back at him.

"GRAN REY CERO!" Makoto bellowed. The massive energy releases met in a single point, exploding into a small world of pure white light. Through it, the two figures-One white, one black-crossed through and clashed, the collision of their swords ringing out over the desert.

- - - - - - - -

Not everything is as it seems, dear readers. Stay tuned.
 
You know what? This idea is too close to a Gary Stu as it is. Consider this idea terminated and up for anyone else to try if they think they can.
 

grant

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That was abrupt.
 

Flamewolf

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Andrew Joshua Talon said:
You know what? This idea is too close to a Gary Stu as it is. Consider this idea terminated and up for anyone else to try if they think they can.
when you consider who aizen was when he was alive, it makes perfect sense for his clone to be powerful while evil.
 
If you don't like where it went, surely the simplest solution is to go back a step and take the story in a different direction?
 
Well, I've been struggling to figure out how to make Ichigo just as big a part of this as Makoto. You'd think it'd work well: Makoto is like a lesser Ichigo in his own eyes, both of them are missing a parent and have trauma associated with it (though Ichigo had his mother murdered when he was a kid where Makoto's dad is evil and he found that out when he was a teen), both are the results of Aizen's calculations-And there should be conflict there but I'm not sure how to explore it.

Not to mention with the rest of the characters.
 

grant

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Flamewolf said:
Andrew Joshua Talon said:
You know what? This idea is too close to a Gary Stu as it is. Consider this idea terminated and up for anyone else to try if they think they can.
when you consider who aizen was when he was alive, it makes perfect sense for his clone to be powerful while evil.
Gary Stu's aren't only defined by power (though that is a large part of it). They're also defined by relevance to the plot. If it's written so that he doesn't dominate the fic then he's not a Gary Stu.
 

Knyght

The Collector
But, seeing as he's the main character, isn't he supposed to dominate the fic?
 

grant

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Not really. It's one thing to be the main character. It's another where every conversation is about one character, every action taken has something to do with that character and the other characters lose the competency they should logically have.
 
Well, I guess if I keep the other characters relevant (which they would be anyway), it won't turn out too bad...

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Makoto landed on a balcony below, turning his head to the left and the right. Nothing was there. His eyes narrowed.

"Great... I guess my head's playing games with me," he muttered. He turned around and saw an upside-down door, the interior of the castle filled with darkness. He sighed, and scratched the top of his head.

"Guess the inside of my mind or soul or whatever couldn't be well lit," he said flatly, entering the interior. He held up a hand and muttered a quick kido spell. A ball of light appeared in his hand, lighting up the room. He looked around.

"Huh... Nothing..." He walked deeper into the castle, looking around the dark, mish-mashed architecture. Modern, Western, Japanese, and ancient variations on them made up the inside of the castle. Makoto sighed.

"Wonder what this says about me..."

"Maybe you're crazy," suggested another voice.

"Yeah, maybe I-WOAH!" He spun around quickly, and tripped over the end of his jacket. "OOF!"

A giggle filled the room as the kido failed, casting it back into darkness. Makoto groaned and pushed himself back up.

"Ow... That was humiliating," he mumbled. He looked around, and reactivated the kido. He saw the faint outline of a door down the long hallway. He shrugged and walked down through it, coming to a large room filled to the brim with statues. Gray, smooth marble statues.

"Huh... Wonder what this means," Makoto said, scratching his head. He looked at a statue of Rukia, in her school uniform, looking very disapproving. "Ah, Rukia in her default mode." He looked to another statue, this one of Chad standing very... Stoically. "Also default for Chad..."

In total there were ten statues, each of a specific person: Ichigo, Chad, Rukia, Hinamori, Tatsuki, Ishida, Orihime, Aizen, Urahara and his mother. Each statue was very lifelike, right down to the strands of their hair.

They were arranged in a circle, and Makoto sat in the center and pondered each one, his fingers tapping nervously against his sword and against the floor as he did.

"Okay, so... Each is of a person important to my life, okay, there's that," Makoto pondered aloud. He scratched the top of his head again. He stared intently at the statue of Orihime. "Maybe I need to arrange them in the order I met them...?"

He stood up and wrapped his arms around Tatsuki's waist. "Nngh... Gnngh...!" He tried to pull the statue up, all of his strength put into it. "Okay... Um... No, that's not helping."

He sighed and bowed his head. "There's gotta be a reason for me to have statues of the most important people in my life in a circular room, right? It wouldn't just be here for no reason, right? Right! So..." He looked up and frowned. "What is it?"

"Maybe it's just the people who are most important to you," another voice suggested.

"But that's-HEY!" He got up and turned around. "Who said that?!"

The Orihime statue gained colors. Literally, they just popped onto her, as life popped into her. She waved her hand and smiled. "Hello Kikanuma-kun!"

"Er, hey Inoue... Part of my soul," Makoto said, waving awkwardly back. Orihime stepped off her pedestal and walked up to Makoto, holding her hands behind her back with an impish smile. "You... Aren't my libido, are you?"

"Hm? Well, maybe. It'd be a good fit, wouldn't it? A part of you that's out of control," Orihime commented with a sage nod.

"Right, right... But I don't think I need to reconcile with that... Just yet," Makoto said. "So, what are you?"

"Let's see if you can figure it out," Orihime said gamely. She stepped back, and a chess board atop a small stone table arose. Two chairs rose with it. Orihime sat in one, and Makoto sat in the other with a shrug.

"Okay, chess... Mind games huh?" Makoto said. Orihime giggled.

"Yes! Mind games! Though I think I'd like video mind games better," she said. She waved her hand over the board, and as it passed chess pieces appeared. Makoto frowned as he saw that he had been given the black set, and looked up at her.

"Black for me?"

"Ladies first, after all," Orihime replied. "Shall we?"

Makoto shrugged again. "Do I have a choice?"

Orihime stared at him strangely, and then smiled. "Of course you do."

"Right," Makoto said. "But it's not a pleasant one, is it?"

Orihime shrugged. "Might be. That's up to you."

They began the game, Makoto responding to Orihime's wild opening with some skill. He wasn't exactly a chess master-He knew how to play and some of the basic openings but that was about it. His mother had insisted he take it up while he was younger, but like many things he'd lost interest when he'd entered high school.

"Checkmate."

Still, he knew when he was getting trounced. Which happened again...

"Checkmate."

And again...

"Checkmate."

And again... Until Makoto had lost count of how many games they'd played.

"Checkmate!" Orihime gave him a smile and a shrug. Makoto, on the other side, was glaring intently at the board as though betrayed.

"Seriously, I don't get what the hell is going on. The law of averages says I should win at least once."

"This is your mind, Kikanuma-kun," Orihime said. "Why do you think you're losing?"

"Um... Is it my play style?"

Orihime kept smiling. Makoto thought about it, hard.

"Is it because... I keep trying to keep my forces intact, at the expense of the goal?"

Orihime shook her head and giggled. "You're funny."

Makoto shrugs and sighs. "Well, yeah, that's me. Funny. That's what I have to do."

"Have to?" Orihime asked.

Makoto stared at her. "Well... What else am I supposed to do? Ichigo's the Hero, Ishida's like, the Lancer or something, Chad's the Big Guy, Rukia's the Smart Girl. And you're... Um... The Chick. Slash Healer. There's nothing else for me to be but comic relief."

"But is Rukia not also a Chick?" Orihime asked. "And can not Ishida also be smart? What about Chad? What is he?" She smiled impishly. "And I think you're forgetting Sixth Ranger on that list."

"You read TVTropes too?"

"No, but I am in your mind," Orihime reminded him gently. Makoto sat back and looked around the statues. He looked back at the chess set. He thought for a while.

"... Another game, while you think?" Orihime asked.

"Well, if you want to," Makoto said, taking hold of some of the pieces and setting them back up.

"Well, I don't really want to," Orihime said. "But, if you insist on playing, we can."

Makoto froze, the knight and the queen in his hands. He looked up at Orihime, who smiled innocently. She took his queen and studied it carefully.

"Kurosaki-kun is much like a queen," Orihime said. "He's powerful, so powerful every movement he makes causes things to happen across the board. He effects everything, no matter what. But the queen is always behind the charge-Something the real Kurosaki-kun would never do." She looked back up at Makoto. She put the queen down, and picked up a rook.

"Chad is much like a rook, fighting straight through anything that gets in his way, defending Ichigo or the king... But he's not so inflexible. He would never let someone else take a hit he would not try to take for them." Orihime put that down, and picked up a piece from her side-A white knight.

"And Ishida... Ishida is much like a knight-Noble, compassionate, determined... But a chess knight is just a horse. A horse that hops around the board, in and out, randomly. Ishida is far more precise." She put the piece down and looked back at Makoto. Makoto stared back.

"You don't have to play by the rules, when the rules don't apply," Orihime said. Makoto looked around the chamber, so baffling before. Somehow, it now felt so... Simple. He smiled, and looked back.

"Thank... You?" He blinked. Orihime was back to being a statue, smiling into the dark room. Makoto sighed, and rose. He headed for the exit... And then ran back, just to double check. Satisfied she was still there, he turned and walked out, light giggling following in his wake.
 

grant

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For some reason I'm getting a KH vibe.
 

shakeval

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so what, is aizen gonna get attacked be a giant walrus, looking for it's bukket?

will the army of anonymous and 4-chan rise up and overwhelm aizen in sage and derp?

this idea of not playing by the rules.......please define what rules there are to start with?
 
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