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Sorry for the delay everyone, but I have been in the works for a new fic for the spanking community on AnimeOTK. I finished it and now can really turn my attention to working on this. If anyone is interested in the beginnings of my spanking original fiction, you can check it out on fiction press here: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2510969/1/Amaranth_and_Nightshade or at AOTK when it is approved.
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Chapter 16: Mother of All Battles
Dedicated always to Destiny, my inspiration!

Silence pervaded. No one spoke. The raven-haired shinigami at Orihime’s side pushed back the errant strand that crowded her face, so as to witness this standoff with proper respect. Hinamori nervously shooed dust from her robes, as if appearances meant anything now. But no one could blame her; they were watching their “mommy” take on this fearsome foe. And neither could reckon how Orihime, with her mostly defense and restoration oriented powers, would be able to fight back, or even harm Desutennei enough to stop her furmious assault on the piece and civility of Karakura, and the day that had been lovely, albeit cloudy, before hand.

For what seemed like an eternity, an intermittent infinity, and then forever, there was not a movement from either Desutennei or Orihime. The wind blew, throwing hair to the side, in similar fashion on both sides of the street. Western theme music would have been most appropriate, but they were left with silence, and that was amply good for the tension of the moment, so thick that even the sharpest zanpakuto would splinter and shatter on its breadth. There was another breath of wind, and a piece of paper flew from the sidewalk into the street, dancing in the wind as though the world was so beautiful in and off itself. There was a moment where eyes stared intently through the crackled veil of orange, and then it shattered, dropping to the ground.

The hollow struck through, wishing to pierce the heart, but another shield blocked her, this one pushing back on her sword and holding it fast. Orihime didn’t know what she was doing. She only had ONE attack, and certainly was not capable of juggling the defense of the flying rain of blades, as well as firing Tsubaki with alacrity enough to penetrate Desutennei’s own defenses. But she shook the feelings of doubt; her resolution was too firm for her to give up simply because the deck was stacked! That would be what a coward would do, and mothers are not cowards! Or so she told herself.

Desutennei launched her volleys with surprising speed and deftness, with a power she’d kept hidden before, tearing a shield to ribbons, but being countered with another. Orihime’s shield regeneration was nigh instant, taking less than the blink of an eye to reform, and block a blow coming for her temple or her ribs. Pushing forward, every so often she could push back the Arrancar breathing down on her like a lion at the kill. Orihime slammed to her shield, with a wild push, sending Desutennei back with force like that of an impact with a semi. Now was her chance.

“Tsubaki, come out! Koten Zanshun….I reject!” Tsubaki spiraled from her hairclips, bulleting, a laser of orange energy so fast, and so bright that it caused even the overcast day to glow like the sun was filling it with divine radiance.

“Hmm, this clown again? I hate it when I don’t finish the job!” The irate fae cried with rage, spinning, formless now, a spear of amber colliding with the enemy just as Desutennei regained her footing.

The blast struck, and that’s what it was, an explosion of great magnitude from the moment Tsubaki impacted the chest of its target. The radiance blinded, even Orihime had to shield her eyes, holding them from the scorching light. It died quickly, and view was restored. Upon Desutennei’s sword, Tsubaki forced himself, still ephemeral, shining bullet of power, driving into the blade, unable to cut it, though the side was cracked down the middle. Desutennei was anything but pleased with this new development, as she finally used all she could to blast back the headstrong faerie, who zipped back to Orihime, lest he be struck down with great ease.

“No good, you crazy bint, she’s got skin like steel and a sword stronger than that! I can’t cut her worth a damn!” Tsubaki had to state the obvious going as far as to try to kick at Orihime who moved her head, rather than being accosted by the manifestation of her own power.

“All right then, we’ll have to try again…”

“Whoa, whoa, try AGAIN?! Who do you think you’re talking to?” Tsubaki protested as Desutennei beheld this spectacle with some interest.

“Before she kills us, Tsubaki Koten Zanshun….I reject!” Orihime ordered, and Tsubaki shrugged his shoulders and turned back.

“All right then, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn ya!!!!” and Tsubaki was off, blazing angel of tiny wings, barreling towards Desutennei with reckless abandon and extreme prejudice.

Having already bore witness to Tsubaki’s attack style and power, Desutennei was more than ready to combat him. She but raised her hand and embers of ruby began to dance around her. Sparkling, then shifting and undulating, a ball of energy formed with incredible speed. Tsubaki crashed down as hard as he could, but there was not enough time to close that distance. The cero came into full being. Desutennei licked her lips and threw her sword hand back to aim.

“Cero!” there was brief moment where reality bent, warped with the path of that raging tubular energy, and then Tsubaki’s voice could be heard over the din. “Hopefully this one will be strong enough to kill all of you, and that crazy fairy of yours!”

The whistling vibration of the cero careened into Tsubaki, and the two struggled for but a moment. Time was at a stand still, Rukia’s eyes transfixed in horror on the beam, knowing its power from the last time she’d seen a cero being used on someone else. Hinamori, as before, was shaken considerably, but she firmed herself and kept her sword raised, just in case. There was a brief interceding sound of roaring, like that of a crashing building at the apex of pitch and decibel level, and when it stopped, Tsubaki remarkably pushed through the cero, cutting it in two and heading towards Desutennei. Orihime could only grin.

“Seems my resolve to protect is stronger than hers to kill…” Orihime thought, feeling the champion of her will.

Continuing his destined course, Tsubaki hit the only thing he could manage, having now realized the damage he incurred by cutting the cero clean in half, diverting it from those Orihime willed to protect. The faerie boldly hit Desutennei’s outstretched arm, bullseyeing her palm with drastic force. So much that Desutennei visibly shot back with the hit, taking a large blast of sonido in the opposing direction to even stay on her feet. The damage done, Tsubaki made his escape, flying a buzzed, crooked path back to Orihime. He was in bad condition, but looked utterly satiated.

Hinamori gleefully raised her hands in happiness, knowing now that there had been some damage done on their part, finally. Elated she jumped into the air, and even Rukia seemed as though the veil of futility was beginning to lift. A wound could become more, now that the opponent was shown as mortal.

“Hitting that thing and doing damage is equivalent to killing any other opponent, you’re on your own now kid, but you did good,” and with that, Tsubaki collapsed back into the hairclip, to much needed and deserved rest.

Orihime nodded and internally told Tsubaki he had done well, knowing any outward affection would have just roused the injured little man, whose queer moods and personality would have only made things worse. But there were bigger things at hand, much bigger things, and much bigger hands than Tsubaki’s.

The cloud of dust from her terrible skid had faded, and Desutennei clutched a bleeding paw, looking wildly through that glowing amber eye. Her rage palpable through creases, not lines, but nigh on folds that made her visage seem to be locked in a fury that caused plumes of reiatsu to swell her. The bloodied and marred hand was let drop, she reclined it against her middle, coursing the pure white with streams of crimson. Ignoring it to the best to her ability, Desutennei ripped on her sword, pulling it out of the sheath. The shaking of the blade produced copious crackles of metal on metal, the very wrappings were so tightly held that they were fraying visibly.

The voice that came next could barely be labeled as such; it was deep, so guttural it was more of hissing roar than a vocalized, channeled speech. Still it slashed and tore at the ear, nails-on-the-chalkboard-grade painful to the ears that beheld it. Desutennei was peeved, to say the infinitesimally least.

“Again….again you wounded me….first my eye, and now my hand…you’ve deformed my body too greatly. I can’t play with you a second longer, I’ll slash you to bits, Inoue Orihime, and then I’ll dice your lovely little babies!”

There was not even another moment before Desutennei had bolted from her position and headed on a collision course with Orihime, who readied her shield. She steeled her resolve to its apex, literally brimming with confidence and power. The distension of Desutennei’s image denoted the swiftness with which her destruction path led her, causing the pavement to ripple and crack under her feet, a ripping sound so unusual and foreign that it took the smell of asphalt to really know what was happening under foot.

Shield and sword met with tremendous force, the kickback of which took Orihime by surprise. Orihime held as long as she could, but there was so much power in this strike, it kicked up the street with just the impact. The sword did much more than just hit, strike, or pierce, it cracked, crumbled totally demolished the shield, to which Orihime could only watch the blade descend. There was a moment, and then coldness dug deep into her arm. Orihime’s eyes shut, and opened with fluttering consciousness. Blood coursed from her arm, staining the clothing, and warming her hand. Had the shield not endured even a second more than it had, Orihime would have found the sword buried in her bosom.

The trickles, and lines of blood were so warm, the coldness of her arm was ghastly, that only that blood could be felt on it. The sword retracted, a swath of blood clinging to the blade and flying off as it was readied again. Desutennei actually seemed less than pleased, though her blade had done just what she’d wanted, and now a helpless Orihime stood before her, quite unable to do anything but ponder her pain in an awestruck fashion. The sword moved, descending like the pendulum that did away with the prisoner. Orihime did not close her eyes, she’d not go softly into that sweet night, if she would die, and she would stare death, and its bringer, with all her intensity.

“Good bye….Orihime…” Desutennei cackled, the sword reaching that point between her breasts. Then it happened, the sword sank in, Desutennei felt that luscious crack of sword against sternum, and then the slick of heart and blood, taking it all in one pierce. Widening her eyes, Orihime looked death in its depth, and the color faded. Her eyes closed, and the sword was withdrawn, the sanguine propagating a deep, rich pool.

Rukia and Hinamori, who’d been stunned, struck now with horror, witnessed the death of the one who’d been such a loving friend. This moment filled every vein with a fear and sadness that corrupted the soul with it’s tears. Shinigami, lords of death, those who ferried souls as their very occupation, those closest to death, both the death of those around them, and their own mortality, even in afterlife could even be moved to such emotion by a singular ending of life.

Drawing up her sword, Hinamori seemed most affected by this. Portals of her soul, Hinamori’s eyes flared, widening to a sickening extent, so open that even a sliver of luminosity would be like a floodlight. The pupils resembled one who was dead, and inside Hinamori’s very life was decaying by the moment. This person, this person she’d just really met, this person she’d just really begun to know, this person who’d broken the sadness and sorrow clouding her existence, the one who’d shown her love, and caring, and emotion she’d not felt in what seemed like her lifetime, afterlifetime and more….this person had been slain. Only one “death” before that had brought Hinamori to such rage, to such a perverted extent of being, and now it was all too real again, but this time the culprit was in sight, the culprit was real, and they would pay.

“Inoue…..Inoue!!!” Hinamori called out the name of her fallen comrade, as if to stir her from that endless repose. But it, of course, did nothing.

“Stop shouting like that, it’s annoying…” Desutennei mused, throwing back hair that had become tangled, messy, and flush to her face in the moment of triumph in which she’d spilt the most innocent blood she could possible tarnish, by throwing it to the ground.

“No, no, I’m going to silence you, I’ll do more than just put silence to your lips, I’ll bring an end to this….” She degraded into tears now, furious droplets of all her bundled emotion, now unbridled, curdling around her being into a plum hued essence, so eldritch and deep that it was as if the smell of plum blossoms were pervading the very air around them, each gasp of the sky drenched in it. The crack of lightning that came first was just the precursor, the sky’s darkness could not tell what darkness was bred within Hinamori in that moment.

“Tobiume, Tobiume give me all your power, put into this all of our hatred, and malice, and loneliness, show this foul beast what happens when you take from us the one last thing we have! SNAP, TOBIUME! PLUM BLOSSOM BOMB!”
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There was a moment of tremors, and tremulous quaking, the earth and the heavens ripped and tore asunder. From all directions that ebbing and swirling pink and purple energy crashed from the whispers, the arms of light that flew off of Hinamori’s person. The sword raised, it’s straight, conductive tip pierced with lightning, cut in half by the blades of pink light and formed instantly. The sphere started just like a cero in method. Crackles, but in this case, spears of electric pink coursed, dancing in a circle around the tip of the blade, flows of electric power from each jitte prong added to it.

Smarter than to let this happen, Desutennei raised her sword and turned it on Hinamori. Something so slow and pedantic would not take her out; no matter how foul the aura was to her, no matter the strength she knew was behind this attack. There was no way it was faster than she was, she’d simply strike down the wielder before the blossoming burst could even be born. Leaving Orihime’s body, she bound, with the hope that in one strike it would end this impedance once and for all.

“Fool! There is no counterattack, no way to raise your fortitude to withstand it, or speed in which to summon reflexes to dodge!” Hinamori’s voice was soft, but carried over the wind with the snapping and crack of her thrilling power.

“Like hell!” there was this response from Desutennei, and then her motion to strike, but in vain.

The flash so rapid, when the orb of energy expanded, much more potent than any cero Rukia had ever seen, it disarmed Desutennei with just the force alone and nothing else to aid it. But that was not all, the sphere moved, not like a ray, but as it’s self, the path it took leaving nothing behind it, tearing up the dirt and gravel even under the tarred pavement. The wake rippled the street, fissuring everything it crossed, the dreadful shuddering threw Rukia to the ground, but even moreso it continued to pressed against Desutennei, slamming with power infinite, and finally, beginning to unravel. All eyes focused on that, the main event had ended, and now the climax in Hinamori’s Passion Play, dedicated to Orihime, came in proper form. The bundle of volatile power burst.

There was a moment where movement was obscured so highly that a battle inside this spiral of power and pulverized pavement and parkway would have been obscured in both sight and sound. However, a pink bath of light closed around Hinamori, who’d brought victory to her side, despite the cost. When, finally, the static dropped, and the din ended, the dust fell, no longer held by the charge in the air. The world was brought to the ground, Hinamori fell to her knees, power so drained she immediately passed into lucid unconsciousness.

That which would have been destroyed, the one person who had suffered the ferocious brunt of that final attack, laid in a heap, not far from the one she’d so viciously and callously come to slay. But the peculiar admonishment of dust was shifted all too soon. Cast off, and with a shaking, a unequaled pain, Desutennei once more rose from the ground. Against all odds, against the very foundations of physics, of power, she rose and stood, her body mangled, blood pouring from forehead, legs, and arms. The wounded hand now entirely limp, so damaged it even hung in a painful manner, turned the wrong direction.

“No way….no way, it’s not right?” Rukia breathed, now losing even that in fear, that impossible had become true, she’d survived, and well enough to grip her sword in one motion.

The arrancar lady, now less than elegant, in her tattered dress, frizzled hair, and with that beyond destroyed arm, stood balancing on her blade, and then reaching full stance. Walking was a challenge, but managed, and arrival at Hinamori was imminent.

“Well then….two of you will meet your end, at last,” she stood now at Hinamori’s side, raising that blade, stopping for a moment, as plum electricity enraptured her, an aftereffect but potent, if anything.

In this moment, seemingly far away, the noises of the battle carried through time and space, beyond the borders of death itself…

Hours swirled, it was an eternity, all the time in the world could have past, and there was the warmth and soak of blood, the smell of plasma, the taste of copper and iron in the mouth, as though one had suckled on a pacifier of bronze. But there was something absent from this feeling, coldness, the embrace, the hug of death. Eyes opened to pink carnage whirling about around them, the sky called to black, and everything bathed in a fierce pressure of the soul.

Orihime could not lift her hand, even as the coldness began to return. She could see for a moment, and her eyes fixated on Desutennei, in a familiar position, her blade cradled above Hinamori, but restrained for the moment.

“Looks like….I can’t die…no, a mother is not….allowed to die when her children truly need her….” Orihime coughed, if but softly, and beyond all reason, her hand was allowed to move to her head, touching the smooth, slightly warm petals of her hairclips. “Soten…” there was a mess of hacks and sputters, easily caught and dispersed by the wind “…Kisshun…I…” another round of coughing, blood reaching her lips and splashing over, but she would not be silenced yet… “reject…” and with that final utterance the field of yellow grew wide, and time began to be forced out of existence around Orihime.

With a final wrest of power, Desutennei tore from the electricity and readied to dive her blade, as planned.

“I can’t just let you win….not after all this!” Rukia raised her Shirayuki, and feebly made her way to her feet.

But it took less than a palm to stop her, though the time it took made Desutennei writhe a bit more. She had the sword back up in no time flat.

“You will not forestall my revenge, child,” Desutennei bellowed, righting herself without a thought and moving that blade up a third time, now to strike true, no matter what. “You’re very persistent, little shinigami, but nothing can save you now…”

“You’re wrong!” all that was needed was the inflection of that voice, that which turned the clouds to diamond dust, the essence of womanly fervor, a mother’s love and despondence in a livid echo.

Desutennei froze. Her head shook back and forth, as if to shake that voice from her head to banish it once and for all, as she had thought she’d banished the one who owned it. But the voice was there, and she craned her neck backwards; her eyes became globes of undying terror. Orihime was standing, not a drop of blood anywhere, not on her, on the pavement, staining her clothes, nothing, not even the arm wound. It was all gone, all of it, impossible vanished from the plane of existence, fleetingly removed.

“Impossible…no, no, just impossible. You, I stabbed you, I delighted in feeling the steel push through sinew, flesh, bone and heart. You were dead; you were broken…”

“I’m not broken as long as those who care about me carry a piece of me in their hearts,” was her only response.

Desutennei raised her blade, sliding her hand across, pricking her finger on the dents and slashes in the blade. The blood dripping upon it called out to her. Desutennei closed her eyes and turned fully to face her opponent once more. Culminating all of the resolve she had within her, the ability to calm herself in the face of this adversity.

“I can’t believe you’re still alive. You really went and resurrected yourself, didn’t you? Well, you must know…we arrancar can resurrect too…and ours is called resurrección. You know, you should see it for yourself….”

A wind picked up, swept up, it charged around Desutennei, the bright blue of power cradled her, the fabric of time shifting and ebbing with each pulse of power through her body. There was more than a moment of doubt, as it could only charge so much. It seemed to die but momentarily, the wind beginning to slow, and finally it exploded, forcing through the broken form of which it was attached. When considerably composed, watching Orihime pensively, knowing she could not attack anymore, Desutennei grinned with malicious, Cheshire elation.

“Ah, finally….now, watch…..Contaminate! Terrero Mofeta!
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Amazing Arukan! I'm not that big a fan of your art (no offense meant) but I'm a major fan of your writing! I absolutely love this story! Great Job!
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Last edited by Lcpl. zamm21 on Fri 2 May - 23:32; edited 2 times in total (Reason for editing : wow... totally didn't mean to write that... s'what I get for hurrying I suppose lol)

yeah, okay... fixed I guess. My bad lol.
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Unbelievable chapter! The effort and attention to detail in your writing is just flawless. Seriously, you make it look so easy. This story as a whole has flowed so nicely. I cannot wait to see what happens next. Great job and keep up the amazing work!

Once again with the teasing Arukan..

You go and make a amazingly wonderful fanfic, deliver unto us awesome chapter after chapter, in such detail and wording that as you read you can picture the images as if you'd just watched the anime itself, and then what do you do? you tease me; again. Yes tease, by giving us yet another ridiculously awesome chapter, and then leaving us to wait for the next.

I hope you're happy..

(All jokes aside, Awesome chapter, blah blah, general forum praise and can't wait for next chapter etc.)

I'm watchin' you....

Chapter 17: I’ll Save You!

Air so hot it burned into steam, the heat so blazing, tremendous, around Desutennei, blocked out all sight. The form obscured behind the veil changed horridly, protruding shadows grew from the body, and the form compacted once, then twice into something abnormally slim and lithe.

The transformation did not end there, but with the piercing scream of primeval rage, the transmogrification grew more intense. Rukia and Orihime stood there in tense appreciation of this event. But both were forced to avert their eyes when portals of red veered up at them, intensely and radiantly blurring everything.

All the while the very steam changed hue, running the gamut from its white to a putrid green. Even standing back a good distance was enough to know it was toxic, beyond any measure of doubt, the fume and vapor was just as the one used by the hollow before it had removed its mask.

Figure, still inside its fog of death, flexed knuckles, audibly crackling. The movement was indicative of everything Orihime had seen in previous battles. Her movement was in time with Desutennei’s very next.

The shield extended, just as the cloud of fumes was dispersed, granting respite to the three standing inside. Orihime did not drop her guard, for with the smoke came the realization of their opponent’s new form. A twisted shell of “human,” stood with eager claws. Desutennei’s hair had grown out, wild, and magnificent. Sparkling tresses of violet spread from every point they could rush, tumbling over her shoulders on both sides, traveling down the smooth curves of her back, into a giant tail. The bushy, overly fluffed tail had been stained mountain’s majesty; its center turned a white, creating what could only look like the tail of a skunk.

That which had once been the covering of her missing eye was now extended into an ear, traveling up like a crown into the second ear. This bony material had streaks of black crossing in concentric channels about the aural receptors.

All over Desutennei’s even more slender and defined form was blackened hollow bone, turned ebony by the toxicity of the very reiatsu she expelled. It corseted her middle tightly, and protected the arms all the way to the solid, vicious midnight colored claws, spewing sooty goop and frothing smoke with the passing seconds.

Both eyes unblinkingly buried into the hearts of her prey. Their fiery depth immersed the body in a piercing cold fire, breathing out life with their very respiration. Fear was the word, and anyone who caught Desutennei’s view was covered in it, drenched, awash, swept away with the dread.

“Hmmm, even better than I could have hoped. Now I’ve gotten back all of my previous hollow abilities…and I keep all the sapience of my current form….all the better to put the babies to bed, and take care of mommy, once and for all…” Desutennei cackled, throwing her head back, uncaring of any openings she could leave on her own person. It was over, in her mind it was over. She had won without even lifting her hand.

“I will never let you harm either of them; you’ve already done quite enough.” Orihime returned, her frigid tone hissed angrily against Desutennei’s hot tongue.

“Then attack me, momma, because I’m certain that I can kill you again, and this time I’ll cut you into a billion poisoned pieces!” Desutennei didn’t bother to wait, with instantaneous crashing force she broke through the shield, held by another, which she promptly broke, making her way through each layer to the one creating them.

Putting up shield after shield, wordlessly now, Orihime moved backwards, keeping the gap between her and her opponent viable enough to continue to apparate the shields and not create one when the opponent had already broken through. The velocity with which Desutennei now moved was thanks in part to the clawed fleet feet that were manifested alongside everything else. Each movement was precision, and the shields rarely gave more than a second of interference before they were shattered.

But Orihime was not going to give up just yet; she could win, if she persevered and only if. In each strike there were fell shards of poison that needed to be avoided, or it would all be for naught. Orihime backed away as far as could be mustered, her breath coming laboriously, the bloody scratch in the throat was apparent. The athletic limit of a normal human being was far below that of a transformed arrancar. Orihime would not be able to last much longer. She had to make an decision, come to some kind of idea, or be killed.

None came, but Orihime stayed ahead of her opponent, moving back with soft leaps with each stab at her person. She tried her best, the ability to keep moving was being strained, she was not the best athlete, but even with her ability there was too much, too much to watch out for, too much to do. Orihime inevitably tripped, falling to her back, scrambling to her knees to get up. But the claw came down.

Spreading her knees at the right moment, Orihime avoided one pair of claws. She fell to her back and skirted a slash from the other hand. But she was now prone, unable to make another move with the alacrity needed to impede Desutennei’s aim.

“Gotcha!” Desutennei bellowed, throwing a hand down, extended, five piercing needles diving down.

“Not in your dreams, fiend!” Rukia answered, blocking with the ashen blade of Shirayuki, pushing back the hand, and sending her blade down in a flourish of ice.

Desutennei turned a paw up, melting the ice, diverting the freeze with just her spiked fingers. The seething of steam made it clear that ice would not be very effective against the boiling poison that coursed Desutennei’s razor nails. Rukia leveled her blade in defense, and helped Orihime to her feet.

“Let’s attack her together. Keep me safe with a shield concentrated on me,”

“All right,” Orihime responded.

Rukia’s movement was hesitant, but not because she doubted Orihime’s ability. Rukia was sure in Orihime’s ability, but it was more about her own that she was untrusting. Her feet shakily took steps. She raised her hands and directed her Shirayuki at the enemy.

“Fine then I’ll defeat you first,” Desutennei raised the claws and aimed a jet of poison towards Rukia, firing wildly.

Hands at the ready, Orihime formed a shield protecting Rukia. The poison curved off to either side, missing them entirely, for the moment. Desutennei batted not an eye; she cared not which opponent she got the chance to tear through first; all she wanted was the chance at all. Vengeance seethed from every pore. Poison, in all its splendor, coursed throughout her being. Enraged, the sparkle in the eyes so brilliant, it caused her attacks to continually grow in power, pretension, and fury.

Rukia’s blade came down, the shield moved for but a moment. Rukia’s attack was flawlessly guarded against and the shield was reaffirmed before any further incursion could be made. Desutennei smashed through, only to be repelled with a blast of chilling ice to the face. She tumbled and flipped, twirling mid air, a ballerina of evil, and touched back to the pavement, bounding off a second later towards the new shield.

Orihime knew her shield should be able to repel anything, to stand by unbroken to any attack. But something was holding her back; something would not let her bring the shield to full power. Deep inside Orihime was fighting with herself over something. She fought to understand what it was, in thought she barely noticed the new shield being smashed, and Rukia jumping to the side, to evade.

“Orihime? Hey, put up a new shield!” Rukia cried, doing her best to fend off the attacks of her opponent, taking advantage of Inoue’s unresponsiveness.

Attention flooded her, and Orihime put up a new shield, Rukia moving backwards almost directly to her. Inoue inched herself closer to Hinamori’s side, just in case. She wanted to make sure she was covering all bases. As she held up her shield she cast off the other petals of hairpiece.

“Soten Kisshun, I reject….heal Hinamori…” Orihime instructed, noting to her fairies the position of the exasperated little shinigami.

“Right on it, ma’am!” Ayame the fairy said, speeding off with her counterpart to heal Hinamori.

The fairies did their work, and Orihime worked on hers. She kept the shield up, determined to make it even more powerful, if to survive two hits would be a monolithic improvement.

Tiring of all this shield play, Desutennei showed it in her strikes. They contained such a potent amount of energy that it easily crushed through the barrier. But Rukia was always quick enough to skirt the blow before she could be dolled a significant blow, covered in poison. Finally, she ignored attacking for a moment, her body shook, tossing off dust and restlessness. Her visage pensively summed up the situation; it peered left to right, then she let loose a laughter that shook the firmament, sending waves of reiatsu through the air.

“What does she think is so funny?” Rukia scowled, drawing up her sword.

The laughter stopped abruptly, the crimson portals, consumed in hollow fire met with her gaze. There was a moment of trepidation, but Rukia snapped from it.

“I’ll tell you what is so funny….I’ve been going about this all wrong…”

“Explain yourself!” Rukia demanded.

“I don’t have to go through your shield to attack. I’ll just surround you entirely!”
Back arched, and body flared, rising into the air, Desutennei wasted no time making good on her threats. Her claws stopped their venting of venom, ceasing that endless stream of gook and steam. But it was not just that. From her gaping maw the darkness effervescent frothed and bubbled now. Like before, just like before. A gurgling laughter pervaded and the gas was belched out with thickness that obscured the user.

Tension ran through Orihime. She didn’t know if the gas could be blocked with her shield, in fact she was sure it could not. There was little place they could run to escape. It was lucky enough that no one had passed by this street, almost too lucky. They could not bring the battle any other place, especially running the risk to endanger others. Rukia and Orihime stood firmly, the poison enrapturing the street, colliding with the shield and pushing off to either side.

“What should we do?” Rukia asked frantically.

Orihime had no answer; she did not know what to do, not at all. She had brought herself back for this, to simply die again? She’d come back past the veil of the other side and found only another ticket across the Styx? She widened the shield was much as it was possible, creating a wall from sidewalk to sidewalk. The poison crept near the edges, ever moving. It moved up, to the sides, any place it could find an opening.

“I don’t need to see you three to get you with my poison,” came a voice of pure delight bounding through the smoke, “as long as you all take a nice breath I’ll have three pleasant bodies to tear in twain once I get over there!” Desutennei bragged, the miasma pushing at the shield.

“Are we just going to stand here and die?” Rukia shouted at Orihime, shaken by her wordless expression.

Orihime would not allow them to be hurt. She could not come back and achieve nothing. Turning to Rukia, Orihime, tears in her eyes, looked down at Hinamori. “Take Hinamori and go. I’ll distract her long enough for you to get away, to get to some place where you can contact soul society. Don’t worry about me,”

Rukia was just a little bit more than stunned. The words coming out of Orihime’s mouth were frightening. Quivering lipped, Rukia began to tear, her eyes playing out her emotions.

“I won’t let you…” Rukia said, in a voice above a whisper.

“You can’t carry me AND Hinamori,” Orihime explained, realistically. “If I can save anyone today, it’s better off not being me,”

“And who says you can only save yourself….momma…” From their side, Hinamori had opened her eyes. She extended her head out towards her figurative mother, but it shot back upon touching the shield. That was when Shun’O chastised her.

“Sorry, Miss Momo, no one can leave or enter the Soten Kisshun once it’s been activated. Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, until the ride has completely stopped.” She giggled to herself, in light of the situation.

Orihime visibly giggled. She giggled heartily, despite the situation. That was when it dawned on her. Her eyes went wide and she looked down at the field around them.

“Could anything break the healing barrier, Shun’O?” Orihime asked quickly.

“Nope, Orihime, it’s unbreakable, more so than any of your other abilities.”

“And is hollowfication a “bad” thing?” Orihime then questioned.

“I dunno why you’re asking me all these things in the heat of a battle, but I’d say…yeah, it is a bad thing…” Shun’O answered, concentrating on the barrier.

“Then it’s worth a shot, but we’re going to have to time it perfectly.”

“What is worth a shot?” Rukia tensely questioned, looking form the smog to the shield to Orihime with dire anxiousness.

“We can defeat her; we can defeat her in one go!” Orihime said confidently, nodding to herself with passion. “All we need to do is skirt the toxin and get her in view, then from there we just need to distract her long enough for me to activate the Soten Kisshun, and I’ll erase her from existence!”

Rukia’s eyes widened. She thought about it for a moment, and realized the extent of the nature of Orihime’s powers. Right there Rukia realized that Orihime did not merely heal, she rejected events from reality. Rukia’s hands shook, but her resolution was never stronger in that battle. Her head lowered and then rose, looking to Orihime.

“I will do anything I can to help.” Rukia’s voice shook, but she no longer quivered in her sandals.

“Can I help?” Hinamori whimpered, looking like a child who wanted to lick the cookie dough spoon rather than a warrior volunteering for an undertaking that would be suicide if Orihime’s intuition failed her.

“I’m going to need the both of you in this,” Inoue spied Hinamori first. “You’re going to clear out the miasma the minute I drop the shield. A nice blast from Tobiume should make a nice clear cut…” she paused and turned to Rukia, “…Rukia, I need you to disperse the toxins totally with a large wave of ice. Then I’ll have to get as close as I can to her, so I’ll put up a shield and use Tsubaki as a diversion…” Orihime paused, knowing she couldn’t tell Tsubaki that, since he’d end up kicking her in the head again.

“That simple?” Hinamori blinked, skeptically.

“That should be just about it, yep!” Inoue assured.

“All right then, what are we waiting for?!” Rukia exclaimed, readying her blade.

“Fine then, Shun’O, Ayame, take five, Hinamori’s all right.”

The fairies fleetingly returned to the hair clips and Orihime put her hands against the shield intently. “At the count of five….”
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“One…” Hinamori said breathlessly, rising to her feet.

“Two…” Rukia shuddered, pulling Shirayuki into formation.

“Three…” Orihime steadily announced, holding the shield with both hands, palms flat.

“Four…” Hinamori mouthed, raising Tobiume, its tip beginning to glisten.

There was a long pause, the toxic fumes just began to creep over the side of the shield; it was now or never.

“FIVE!” the trio cried, the shield falling, the miasmic gas rushing in as Orihime stumbled backwards.

Hinamori dived in the gap she left, Tobiume sparkling with a fantastic glow. “Snap, Tobiume, do your stuff!” Tobiume burst into action, the plum passing right through the smoke, clearing a channel in the toxic vapor.

By this time, Desutennei was well aware that something was going on; she witnessed the ball of light shoot through her cloud. But she scoffed at it.

“Your aim is terrible, and your taste in attacks is the same old casserole.” She chastised, not realizing what was going on just yet.

Rukia held to her sword’s binding with one hand, steadying her nervous tick with the other, clasped over her wrist, it too beginning to shiver, the air around the blade chilling, sending a condensational moisture running throughout the pallid blade. “Sode no Shirayuki, white ripple!

From the blade the massive forge of white traveled through the smog and smoke, clearing it effectively, scattering the clouds which quickly evaporated. For once Desutennei could see her prey. But by this time, Orihime was already on the move, bulleting towards Desutennei with all of that running ability she’s learned in PE. Her body was shaking, not just from her motion, but inside her heart pounded harder than it had ever beat before, any time before, no matter what. Everything was riding on her movements.

“Koten Zanshun, I reject!” Tsubaki came out, hovering with Orihime. “Attack, Tsubaki!”

“The same old tricks won’t work all the time, you bint!” Tsubaki cried, forming his own shield and spiraling towards Desutennei. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, later!” he growled, approaching the target.

“This is nothing!” Desutennei exclaimed, batting at Tsubaki, ignoring Orihime who continued to approach.

She reached the range where she was sure she could catch Desutennei.

“Soten Kisshun, I reject!” She focused on Desutennei; Ayame and Shun’O picked up on this and flew forward.

“More fairies? Are you serious? Do you want to send all your little helpers to die?” Desutennei scolded.

“Ayame and Shun’O don’t attack, Desutennei.” Orihime said with a profound grin.

The mouth opened to say something, but by the time she had formulated a “huh” to her lips, the orange light prison closed around Desutennei. She, bewildered, glared at Orihime. There was venom and ardor in that stare that made Orihime turn away.

“What are you doing to me, you bitch!” Desutennei screamed, pounding at the walls of the Soten Kisshun, only to be thrown to her backside with each attempt. Finally Shun’O got tired of the interruptions.

“Miss Hollow, as I told Hinamori Momo, you cannot leave the Soten Kisshun until Orihime wills it. So, in the same vein as Momo, please keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times until we come to a complete stop, thank you!” She continued to her work.

“You?! Tell me right now what you are doing to me!” Desutennei shrieked carnally, her body shaking with anger, and a good bit of fear, something even arrancar knew.

“I’m giving you an attitude adjustment, a time out, if you will, young lady,” Orihime sighed, as Hinamori and Rukia joined her.

“Don’t you dare patronize me, human!” Desutennei raged, rising to pound at the shield, blasted back, and then hitting the front as well with the rebound, sent to her backside once more, hitting the pavement pathetically.

Time’s hands were already moving, and while Desutennei did not notice it, she was already losing pieces of her enhanced armor. She realized it soon after the resurrección was negated all together. Her face resembled that of a statue, but one frozen in undying and livid horror. Only after the disbelief subsided did she once against chide Orihime.

“How are you doing this?! This is impossible, you’re some kind of monster, you’re terrible……” she was losing sapience by the second, it was already clear she was reverting back into that giant hollow, as her once caramel skin became a mucous green, then a darker, like the color of wet leaves. “You….you’re a monster….I….I HATE YOU!” Desutennei managed before her intelligence left her entirely, and all was obscured in that indiscernible screaming and ranting.

Clothes tore, and skin stretched, the lumbering hulk of a menos pushed at the confines of the shield, as it grew with her. Orihime and Rukia helped Hinamori shoot back out of the range. The hollow’s incessant shouting and screaming only exacerbated the situation. It was frighteningly profound, to realize it was Orihime doing this. She raised her hands in the direction of the shield, putting all her will in it.

“This is…terrifying….excuse me Orihime…but I can’t watch…” Rukia muttered, turning her back.

The hollow continued its backward descent. It became smaller from that form, it shot back through its pieces; the personality that dominated the menos was shifted back to the low class hollow. Tears and gashes along its skunk-like face mask. The skin was jet black, the original form of the hollow, much weaker than even its menos form, which more resembled the previous resurrección form. Its tail was even present. But as soon as all the divots and battle scars in the mask had ceased to be, even the hollow transformation itself was reversed.

The screaming, amazing began to sound more and more like speech. As if in reverse of the process, the form of the hollow once more became human. The piercing whines were horrible now, resembling something both animal and monster, but also human.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooommmmm” the hollow bellowed, thrashing against the barriers.

“What is it saying, mo…Inoue….” Hinamori stammered, covering her ears with the hakama sleeves.

“I don’t know….but it’s so sad…” she remarked, looking quite unhappy that she was the one doing this. Even defeating a hollow hurt her deep down. She detested fighting.

But the hollow’s backwards motion did not cease. And remarkably the speech became even more human until whining cries pierced the night. And before Orihime could realize it, chains were risen around a human form. The hole in the chest was replaced by the seal with chains, and they too reformed. After a while the chains snaked up and out from the ground as well, a short little length sitting out from the once-hollow’s chest. Orihime almost burst into tears when the first coherent scream bit through the clouds.

“Mommy, where are you mommy?!” came the cry. The cry issued from Desutennei, or more accurately, a girl no older than six, standing in the field of light, bawling her eyes out.

Orihime could not possibly do this any longer. Simply she dropped the shield and ran towards the crying child.

“Orihime, what are you doing?!” Rukia shouted, as she’d turned just as the cry escaped the little girl.

“I can’t hurt a little girl!” Orihime said sternly, dropping to her knees on the pavement and taking the tiny little girl in her arms.

The little plus didn’t stop crying, or lift her hands from her eyes. She continued to bawl for her mother, and it did not cease. Orihime hurt deep inside. It was all apparent now. The constant chatter, the jokes about Orihime being her mother, the reason the hollow had stomped around a neighbor hood rather than looking for souls, Desutennei had been a little girl, a little plus, who’d been separated from her mother.

“Mommy, mommy where did you go?!” the little girl continued to bawl.

“Little girl, don’t cry anymore. You’re not alone…” Orihime spoke, in that icy voice, the one that purified the darkness, and even as it began to rain now, she was stern in her grasp.

Only then did the little soul notice the warmth of a living being holding it, only then did it even realize it was being held. She looked up, tears in her eyes, her pigtails uneven, hair falling from them in every which way. She hiccupped in disbelief.

“You can…see…me?” she asked, her voice frail and rife with sniffles and hiccups.

“Of course, no more crying, it’s all right…” Orihime wept, holding on tight.

“Do you know where my mommy is?” The little girl asked; her tears not yet dried.

“No, but I know where she went,” Rukia said softly, dropping to her knees as the little girl’s side. “She’s in a better place, and I know you can find her if you go there too.”

“Momma left me? She and I were crossing the street and all of a sudden she was gone, and I was all alone!” the little girl whined, now looking at Rukia. She held onto Orihime as well, the comfort of another person soothing.

“I remember a female soul, a couple of months ago, a lady weeping about her baby, separated when they were crossing the street, I sent her to soul society, told her you were probably already there, I’m so foolish….” Rukia recounted, remembering the lady she’d helped cross over.

“Is my mommy really in that place?” the little girl asked. “Am I in trouble for not being there too?”

“You’re not in trouble,” Hinamori chimed in, kneeling with Orihime and Rukia. “You just have to want to go and see your mommy, and we can send you.”

“Really?!” the little girl whimpered, her eyes beginning to brighten. “You can help me get to mommy?”

“Sure, you just have to want to see her, okay? Real hard,” Orihime instructed, hugging.

“All right…will I see you again, Miss Orange-Hair? Or you, Miss Purple-Hair? Or you, Miss Black-hair?” she inquired, in that inquisitive little child tone, unable to let go of the idea of not seeing her saviors again.

“Maybe…” Rukia answered, turning Shirayuki back to its unreleased form and reversing her grip on it.

“All right, my name is Shouko Kotokawa, okay!” the little girl beamed greatly, showing a toothy smile with a single tooth missing from the bottom row.

“I’m Rukia…”

“Orihime, sweetie,”

“Momo Hinamori, hehe.”

“Thank you for helping me, I was so scared and lost!” the little girl sniffled, closing her eyes, and lifting her sleeve to her nose adorably.

Rukia used this opening to gently touch the butt of her sword to Shouko’s forehead. The little girl looked up, knowingly, saying not another word, just beaming politely. The nightmare was over, finally.

Orihime fell over onto herself holding nothing in her hands. She was weeping gently, there was a silly smile on her face, but she was whimpering.

“Did I do all right, as a mother? Did I fail?” she asked, the gravity of the situation falling back down on her with swift cruelty.

Without thought, Hinamori was holding her tight. She held so tight that Orihime was sure she would stop breathing, and that meant Hinamori not herself. She looked up and embraced her.

“You’re the only other person I could ever call ‘momma,’” Hinamori whined softly, grasping to the cloth of Orihime’s clothing, pulling it in her arms to the point of discomfort.

Rukia joined in on the hug, throwing her arms around Orihime with a great big jovial grin. “You sure can spank like a mother, so I don’t think you’re a failure!”

“Should we go home?” Orihime whispered, her voice lightening with each passing moment, despite the pouring rain from the sky.

“Yeah, you’re gonna get a cold in this downpour.” Hinamori eased kindly, helping Orihime to her feet.

Just as they did, there were four movements in the distance, then touching town in plumes of water flying in all directions. Ichigo, Ikkaku, Rangiku, and Toushiro all appeared, swords drawn.

“You’re too late,” Rukia said, sheathing Shirayuki. “All the fun’s over, we took care of the arrancar,”

“Ah, damn, I thought I was gonna get to have some fun!” Ikkaku jabbed, throwing his sword back across his shoulder.

“This isn’t some sort of game,” Toushiro remarked hotly.

“Aww, but you wanted to have some fun too, right caaaaptain?” Rangiku squealed, holding onto her Toushiro and wiggling her backside in the air obscenely.

“Whatever, it seems you three handled it,” Ichigo summed up coolly. “We actually need to go back to Soul Society….see you guys later, Inoue.” Ichigo bounded away without another word.

“File a report on that hollow, Momo,” Toushiro reminded, before leaving as well.

“I gotta go tell Yumichika that this was all a false alarm, he’s gonna laugh his stupid hair right off his head,” and Ikkaku left without another word.

There was a long pause where Rangiku just stood there in the deluge from the heavens, watching them there.

“Don’t you have to go, Miss Matsumoto?” asked Hinamori, wearily.

“Nope, I’m on leave now, gonna head back to the Inoue Residence?”

“We were hoping….” Orihime said shortly, realizing the state of two gigai in her home, all pampered, and one even wet. She wondered if the other two had remembered.

But Orihime was way too tired now. Every bit of her was worn out. She had never used Tsubaki, the shield, or the healing technique so many consecutive times. Beat and feeling it Orihime grinned deeply and looked at Rangiku.

“All right, let’s go home, Miss Matsumoto,” and she passed out.
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