-MaNi-
07-09-2008, 12:29 PM
--EDIT-- it was meant to be trash VS trash can...seems like trash can came up twice! =[
hmm...well, i gave a go at the upcoming fight between these two, and well...just one way of how it could go...theres many different paths the fight might actually take, but this is just one of them that i wrote. Comments and critics welcomed:
Who is the real trash? Find out!
‘This should be frightening….Or so I am told’
His eyes bore into hers, no expression. She felt drained, her legs going weak. She stumbled up the courage and in a calm voice let out a defiant stand.
‘Im not afraid. Everyone came here to save me…And so now, my heart…is out there with all of them…’
Ulquiorra slightly titled his head, trying to get a different perspective of what was said. He resumed.
‘I see…you’re as unique as your power…but…we all cower in the face of death, and you are no exception’
‘I…I am not afraid of dea-gahh!!!’
Blood sprinkled to the floor as Ulquiorra slashed at her throat. He had moved behind her to avoid getting the aftermath on him. Orihime fell to her knee’s, hands about her throat where the cut had appeared.
‘Enough of this… I have no intention of listening to your pathetic rambling, it is all over. Aizen-sama has no need for you anymore, thus you are back to your original existence…Trash…It has reached the ending, for both you and your nakama.’
Orihime was finding it difficult to breathe as the air left her body through the cut. She used her remaining energy to revert the damage done but felt a sharp numbness flow through her body. Her hands dropped to the floor, as did she, face first into the cold solid floor.
Ulquiorra bore above her, having struck her in the neck, paralysing her completely.
‘Die…slowly and silently…’
BOOM!
A black shadow flew in through a broken wall and rapidly made its way towards its target, Ulquiorra’s head. Ulquiorra moved his arm up near his face and blocked a dark flame wrapped around a sword just as black.
‘Always persisting, Kurosaki Ichigo. An unfavourable trait of yours. Will you not give up and accept your death like all the others?’
‘ULQUIORRA!!! What have you done with Orihime! Where is she!?’
All the burning rage inside him was being vented through his sword. He pressed even harder against Ulquiorra, but no effect. Ulq threw Ichigo back with a sudden rise in reiatsu.
His expressionless eyes stared at him, and his lips moved as if nothing mattered. ‘Have you really improved? You disappoint me…I expected you to at least double your performance after your last…disgrace of a battle…do you not value your nakama?’
He averted his eyes to Orihime who lay lying on the floor unable to breathe. Ichigo had not yet adjusted to the darkness of the room, but now began to realise the presence of another, a familiar presence.
He did not want to believe it. He couldn’t. His world was turned upside down. Orihime lay there helpless, gasping for every last breath which slightly kept deaths gate at bay. It was his entire fault. He wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t fast enough. Because of him, Orihime was going to die.
Clear drops of water fell to the ground from Ichigo, as he tried to hold back the tears. His worst fears had become a living reality. ‘…You…you’ve crossed the line Ulquiorra!’
‘And what line may that be? If you wish to prove your resolve, do it through your strength. Not meaningless words, dog!’
Ichigo couldn’t keep himself calm any longer. He reached deep into himself and drew out all the power that he had. Stretching out his fingers on his right hand, he portrayed a mental image of a mask and materialised the hollow mask. Vaizards they were referred to. The thickest reiatsu Ichigo had ever formed was emitting itself from Ichigo who was in a catastrophic state after bearing witness to the brutal immobilisation of Orihime, threw his head back and roared with all his might, the ground around him being consumed by the darkness.
He relaxed, head back to position, eyes on only one thing. The espada’s head, the one who dared lay a finger on his nakama.
Ichigo grabbed the hilt of Zangetsu with both hands, and in one quick moment propelled himself against Ulquiorra, with everything he had.
‘…Grr….gaah’. Ulquiorra could not hide his surprise; Ichigo’s sheer reiatsu was cutting through his hierro. It would not be long till he lost his two hands. Taking advantage of a brief pause by Ichigo he jumped away and drew out his sword.
‘It appears I may have judged you too quickly shinigami. I did not expect you to force me to raise my sword against you…or…maybe the bait worked better than I had thought.’
Bait…Bait!?? Was he referring to Orihime, thought Ichigo. He dares to keep his mouth running such mocking taunts?! ‘Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrghhh!!!’ Ichigo bellowed as he leapt for another barrage of attacks.
‘Come…Kurosaki Ichigo’
Two blades ran against each other, neither losing the edge. Both warriors fighting with such terrifying resolve that it put Byakuya’s honour in the shade. Ichigo shunpo’d all around Ulquiorra, forming a circle of black shadows. Ulquiorra stood his ground and only moving his arm that carried the sword to block Ichigo’s attacks. Left, right, below, up, center, black swords came piercing through every possible area, but Ulquiorra did not falter. He saw his moves coming just in time to react to them, but felt challenged. He was fighting someone who had the potential to thwart him. However, if he was to release it would be an entirely different match-up.
Breathing heavily, Ichigo came to a pause mid air. Ulquiorra merely looked towards him. ‘Over already...’
Ulquiorra reappeared before Ichigo and thrust his sword towards his neck. Ichigo pulled his sword up in response and was driven back two steps. Grinning, he answered ‘not by a long shot...’
Ulquiorra summoned his free hand and formed what was a cero. Immediately Ichigo shot out a Getsuga Tenshou, both forces colliding with each other forming a mass of dense smoke and rubble. The hall would not last long under these conditions, but Ichigo did not seem to notice. Rage and fury had crept over him and he was hell-bent on only one thing, his opponent!
More collisions came, more crashing followed and more injury’s crawled up both warriors vulnerable bodies. Ichigo was slowing down, he could not keep up with Ulquiorra now, who seemed to not have wavered at all since the start of the fight, and he was consistent unlike Ichigo who was having trouble breathing, let alone move his sword. His mask had almost gone, with only a fifth of the original version left hanging on his left eye.
Ulquiorra flash stepped towards Ichigo’s front and sent him flying into the fallen rock with one swift pedal kick to the stomach. The remaining breath left in Ichigo flew from him and he felt his back crack against the solid rock around him. He was back in the same position as last time. Utterly helpless and beaten. He hadn’t improved one bit, and because of him, Orihime and his friends were all going to suffer the same fate.
‘…Must you continue to disappoint? For the first time, it seems Aizen-sama was wrong. You will never pose any threat to his existence...’
‘K….Kuro…Saki…’ Whispered a faint voice in the corner. Orihime laid there, eyes upon him. Every inch of air that she inhaled, more than three quarters of it left through her cut. It was a miracle she was still alive. It took the very life out of her to even open her mouth as she felt the air inside gush out.
‘I…Inoue…I’m…sor-sorry…I wasn’t…strong enough…’
Ulquiorra stepped in between their view; his body covered in cuts, though no where near as bad as Ichigo. His uniform had been burnt into shreds at the tips and his body bruised. ‘…Trash…’
Ulquiorra sheathed his sword and using his now free hand he reached towards Ichigo’s upper body to deliver his trademark blow.
Ichigo could not move, he had lost consciousness of his arms and legs, his vision blurred, blood forming around his eyes. He was going to die. He was losing grasp of himself. His blood…was…black? Black blood was clouding around his eyes…
!!!
‘Who do you think your calling TRASH?!’…A maniacal voice rose from deep within Ichigo and grabbed Ulquiorra’s arm. Ulquiorra’s eyes shot open, something was very different here. ‘Who are you?’
‘Who am I... ?’ He chuckled… ‘I…am…the KING!!’
A sudden surge of blood shot out from Ulquiorra’s body as Hichigo slashed with one clean swipe against his body. Ulquiorra tried jumping back, but Hichigo’s grip on his arm tightened and he brought him back into distance. He sent Ulquiorra a brutal blow to the chest with his clenched arms and sent him soaring into a distant pillar which then toppled on him. Where Hichigo had grabbed Ulquiorra, his skin had been burnt and was consuming his flesh and muscle.
‘Ugh…you are not that shinigami…what are you doing aiding him’
‘Don’t think I’m saving this kids ass for no point…I couldn’t give a crap about him, but if he goes down…so do I…and there aint no way in hell I’m going down…’
The clothes on Hichigo started to burn from black to white. Even the sword went as white as snow. His hair, his face, his entire body was reverted back into his original colour and those menacing yellow eyes of his were back. He raised his left hand towards his face…and pulled down…
A black mask formed around his face with countless red stripes running around all over the mask. These lines were jagged rather than the curved ones Ichigo had.
‘HAhahAHahHAHAhahAHahAHahhAHAHhaHahAHA!!!’
He bellowed out with laughter and then stood still…looking at Ulquiorra and him alone. He raised his sword sideways so that it was perpendicular to his face and then muttered from a whisper to a roaring screech, ‘GeTsUgA tEnShOu!!!’
A massive white searing force propelled Ulquiorra through countless corridors and walls, sending him sky-high out of the large building. Hichigo appeared above him and released a wrathful cero crushing Ulquiorra into the sand.
Limping and bent, Ulquiorra staggered to his feet to meet Hichigo’s eyes from below. Blood was pouring across his body and…he was losing?
‘Im-…Impossible…’
‘You still talking? Heh, bear witness to the true power of a king!...ladies…and gentlemen…raise your hands…for the GRAND FINALE!’
A shrieking pitch filled the air and the dome surrounding the Espada’s base cracked and fell to pieces. The darkness was back, save for one emitting light in the air. Hichigo had his sword raised high, eyes closed…
Zaraki stopped…’What the hell…is this feeling…haven’t felt like this in a hundred years…guess that emotion never left me…the feeling of FEAR’. He raised his head up and stared at the blinding light. ‘What’s inside you kid?’
‘HERE IT COMES, ESPADA!!!
‘…Let me remind you…of your place, king!’
Ulquiorra raised his sword….’Let it spill, Yalkara’
hmm...well, i gave a go at the upcoming fight between these two, and well...just one way of how it could go...theres many different paths the fight might actually take, but this is just one of them that i wrote. Comments and critics welcomed:
Who is the real trash? Find out!
‘This should be frightening….Or so I am told’
His eyes bore into hers, no expression. She felt drained, her legs going weak. She stumbled up the courage and in a calm voice let out a defiant stand.
‘Im not afraid. Everyone came here to save me…And so now, my heart…is out there with all of them…’
Ulquiorra slightly titled his head, trying to get a different perspective of what was said. He resumed.
‘I see…you’re as unique as your power…but…we all cower in the face of death, and you are no exception’
‘I…I am not afraid of dea-gahh!!!’
Blood sprinkled to the floor as Ulquiorra slashed at her throat. He had moved behind her to avoid getting the aftermath on him. Orihime fell to her knee’s, hands about her throat where the cut had appeared.
‘Enough of this… I have no intention of listening to your pathetic rambling, it is all over. Aizen-sama has no need for you anymore, thus you are back to your original existence…Trash…It has reached the ending, for both you and your nakama.’
Orihime was finding it difficult to breathe as the air left her body through the cut. She used her remaining energy to revert the damage done but felt a sharp numbness flow through her body. Her hands dropped to the floor, as did she, face first into the cold solid floor.
Ulquiorra bore above her, having struck her in the neck, paralysing her completely.
‘Die…slowly and silently…’
BOOM!
A black shadow flew in through a broken wall and rapidly made its way towards its target, Ulquiorra’s head. Ulquiorra moved his arm up near his face and blocked a dark flame wrapped around a sword just as black.
‘Always persisting, Kurosaki Ichigo. An unfavourable trait of yours. Will you not give up and accept your death like all the others?’
‘ULQUIORRA!!! What have you done with Orihime! Where is she!?’
All the burning rage inside him was being vented through his sword. He pressed even harder against Ulquiorra, but no effect. Ulq threw Ichigo back with a sudden rise in reiatsu.
His expressionless eyes stared at him, and his lips moved as if nothing mattered. ‘Have you really improved? You disappoint me…I expected you to at least double your performance after your last…disgrace of a battle…do you not value your nakama?’
He averted his eyes to Orihime who lay lying on the floor unable to breathe. Ichigo had not yet adjusted to the darkness of the room, but now began to realise the presence of another, a familiar presence.
He did not want to believe it. He couldn’t. His world was turned upside down. Orihime lay there helpless, gasping for every last breath which slightly kept deaths gate at bay. It was his entire fault. He wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t fast enough. Because of him, Orihime was going to die.
Clear drops of water fell to the ground from Ichigo, as he tried to hold back the tears. His worst fears had become a living reality. ‘…You…you’ve crossed the line Ulquiorra!’
‘And what line may that be? If you wish to prove your resolve, do it through your strength. Not meaningless words, dog!’
Ichigo couldn’t keep himself calm any longer. He reached deep into himself and drew out all the power that he had. Stretching out his fingers on his right hand, he portrayed a mental image of a mask and materialised the hollow mask. Vaizards they were referred to. The thickest reiatsu Ichigo had ever formed was emitting itself from Ichigo who was in a catastrophic state after bearing witness to the brutal immobilisation of Orihime, threw his head back and roared with all his might, the ground around him being consumed by the darkness.
He relaxed, head back to position, eyes on only one thing. The espada’s head, the one who dared lay a finger on his nakama.
Ichigo grabbed the hilt of Zangetsu with both hands, and in one quick moment propelled himself against Ulquiorra, with everything he had.
‘…Grr….gaah’. Ulquiorra could not hide his surprise; Ichigo’s sheer reiatsu was cutting through his hierro. It would not be long till he lost his two hands. Taking advantage of a brief pause by Ichigo he jumped away and drew out his sword.
‘It appears I may have judged you too quickly shinigami. I did not expect you to force me to raise my sword against you…or…maybe the bait worked better than I had thought.’
Bait…Bait!?? Was he referring to Orihime, thought Ichigo. He dares to keep his mouth running such mocking taunts?! ‘Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrghhh!!!’ Ichigo bellowed as he leapt for another barrage of attacks.
‘Come…Kurosaki Ichigo’
Two blades ran against each other, neither losing the edge. Both warriors fighting with such terrifying resolve that it put Byakuya’s honour in the shade. Ichigo shunpo’d all around Ulquiorra, forming a circle of black shadows. Ulquiorra stood his ground and only moving his arm that carried the sword to block Ichigo’s attacks. Left, right, below, up, center, black swords came piercing through every possible area, but Ulquiorra did not falter. He saw his moves coming just in time to react to them, but felt challenged. He was fighting someone who had the potential to thwart him. However, if he was to release it would be an entirely different match-up.
Breathing heavily, Ichigo came to a pause mid air. Ulquiorra merely looked towards him. ‘Over already...’
Ulquiorra reappeared before Ichigo and thrust his sword towards his neck. Ichigo pulled his sword up in response and was driven back two steps. Grinning, he answered ‘not by a long shot...’
Ulquiorra summoned his free hand and formed what was a cero. Immediately Ichigo shot out a Getsuga Tenshou, both forces colliding with each other forming a mass of dense smoke and rubble. The hall would not last long under these conditions, but Ichigo did not seem to notice. Rage and fury had crept over him and he was hell-bent on only one thing, his opponent!
More collisions came, more crashing followed and more injury’s crawled up both warriors vulnerable bodies. Ichigo was slowing down, he could not keep up with Ulquiorra now, who seemed to not have wavered at all since the start of the fight, and he was consistent unlike Ichigo who was having trouble breathing, let alone move his sword. His mask had almost gone, with only a fifth of the original version left hanging on his left eye.
Ulquiorra flash stepped towards Ichigo’s front and sent him flying into the fallen rock with one swift pedal kick to the stomach. The remaining breath left in Ichigo flew from him and he felt his back crack against the solid rock around him. He was back in the same position as last time. Utterly helpless and beaten. He hadn’t improved one bit, and because of him, Orihime and his friends were all going to suffer the same fate.
‘…Must you continue to disappoint? For the first time, it seems Aizen-sama was wrong. You will never pose any threat to his existence...’
‘K….Kuro…Saki…’ Whispered a faint voice in the corner. Orihime laid there, eyes upon him. Every inch of air that she inhaled, more than three quarters of it left through her cut. It was a miracle she was still alive. It took the very life out of her to even open her mouth as she felt the air inside gush out.
‘I…Inoue…I’m…sor-sorry…I wasn’t…strong enough…’
Ulquiorra stepped in between their view; his body covered in cuts, though no where near as bad as Ichigo. His uniform had been burnt into shreds at the tips and his body bruised. ‘…Trash…’
Ulquiorra sheathed his sword and using his now free hand he reached towards Ichigo’s upper body to deliver his trademark blow.
Ichigo could not move, he had lost consciousness of his arms and legs, his vision blurred, blood forming around his eyes. He was going to die. He was losing grasp of himself. His blood…was…black? Black blood was clouding around his eyes…
!!!
‘Who do you think your calling TRASH?!’…A maniacal voice rose from deep within Ichigo and grabbed Ulquiorra’s arm. Ulquiorra’s eyes shot open, something was very different here. ‘Who are you?’
‘Who am I... ?’ He chuckled… ‘I…am…the KING!!’
A sudden surge of blood shot out from Ulquiorra’s body as Hichigo slashed with one clean swipe against his body. Ulquiorra tried jumping back, but Hichigo’s grip on his arm tightened and he brought him back into distance. He sent Ulquiorra a brutal blow to the chest with his clenched arms and sent him soaring into a distant pillar which then toppled on him. Where Hichigo had grabbed Ulquiorra, his skin had been burnt and was consuming his flesh and muscle.
‘Ugh…you are not that shinigami…what are you doing aiding him’
‘Don’t think I’m saving this kids ass for no point…I couldn’t give a crap about him, but if he goes down…so do I…and there aint no way in hell I’m going down…’
The clothes on Hichigo started to burn from black to white. Even the sword went as white as snow. His hair, his face, his entire body was reverted back into his original colour and those menacing yellow eyes of his were back. He raised his left hand towards his face…and pulled down…
A black mask formed around his face with countless red stripes running around all over the mask. These lines were jagged rather than the curved ones Ichigo had.
‘HAhahAHahHAHAhahAHahAHahhAHAHhaHahAHA!!!’
He bellowed out with laughter and then stood still…looking at Ulquiorra and him alone. He raised his sword sideways so that it was perpendicular to his face and then muttered from a whisper to a roaring screech, ‘GeTsUgA tEnShOu!!!’
A massive white searing force propelled Ulquiorra through countless corridors and walls, sending him sky-high out of the large building. Hichigo appeared above him and released a wrathful cero crushing Ulquiorra into the sand.
Limping and bent, Ulquiorra staggered to his feet to meet Hichigo’s eyes from below. Blood was pouring across his body and…he was losing?
‘Im-…Impossible…’
‘You still talking? Heh, bear witness to the true power of a king!...ladies…and gentlemen…raise your hands…for the GRAND FINALE!’
A shrieking pitch filled the air and the dome surrounding the Espada’s base cracked and fell to pieces. The darkness was back, save for one emitting light in the air. Hichigo had his sword raised high, eyes closed…
Zaraki stopped…’What the hell…is this feeling…haven’t felt like this in a hundred years…guess that emotion never left me…the feeling of FEAR’. He raised his head up and stared at the blinding light. ‘What’s inside you kid?’
‘HERE IT COMES, ESPADA!!!
‘…Let me remind you…of your place, king!’
Ulquiorra raised his sword….’Let it spill, Yalkara’