memeage
Most of my friendslist are writers with a few artists tossed in. And although I don't always comment on your posts, I do always read them. And I do notice styles, details, certain turns of phrase that are uniquely you. Or at least I think I do
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Ichigo didn't know how to fucking use the power he had and the hollow does, oh, he does, he could tear down the world and make it bleed for him, and that fucking useless bastard sat there, getting killed by the likes of a pretty boy death god with the girliest bankai the hollow's ever seen. From the looks of it, the demon was in the same boat, trapped in a cage with a spiky-haired brat running around and using its power with no idea of what he could do with it.
"Hey," the hollow said, just outside the cage the human's mind had built around the demon, and the demon turned glowing, baleful eyes on the hollow and demanded, "who are you?"
The hollow smiled as an idea occured to him. "I'm a friend," he said. "And if you play nicely, I'll even show you how to get out of here."
The demon roared, body lunging against the bars of its cage, and the hollow laughed, not stepping backwards, and the two sounds mingled into a howl. "Think of all the fun we could have together, you and I," and this time the hollow stepped through the cage, leaping out of the way of the demon's snapping teeth. He clung to the bars with fingers and toes, and the demon sniffed.
"Your chakra is strange," it said, settling down like a volcano simmering in its sleep. "What are you?" Nine orange-red tails lashed behind it.
"As much a ghost as you are," the hollow said, and this time the demon's mouth stretched into the rough, strange approximation of a human smile.
"Show me the way out," the demon said.
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This pairing has claimed my heart until the next one comes along.
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