S-Stand back!
What are these memes doing, sniffing at my feet? They're on to something...
Er, well, anyway, yeah. I've been unproductive lately, writing-wise, and wish to probably fail attempt to flex my brain-muscles. So I'm kicking around the good old drabble meme again. Camp-specific and all that. Gimme characters, pairings, whatever plus a general ( Read more... )
Er, well, anyway, yeah. I've been unproductive lately, writing-wise, and wish to probably fail attempt to flex my brain-muscles. So I'm kicking around the good old drabble meme again. Camp-specific and all that. Gimme characters, pairings, whatever plus a general ( Read more... )
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Maybe it had been the blood loss. It did tend to make one a little spacey, a little forgetful. Yeah. Maybe he could blame it on that--the first few hours, anyway. The next week or so? That'd probably be a little harder to explain.
But as Ikkaku raced towards the ever-strengthening aura, blazing like a forest fire on the camp's western edge, he decided excuses could wait. Right now, all he had to worry about was stopping her.
Why had the Vice-Captain told her she'd never do it in a week. Why.
He was about a meter outside of the clearing she'd been practicing in when a column of white-hot spiritual fire erupted into the night sky. That's around when he realized he was too late.
Bankai. Tomo had a Bankai. The ultimate Shinigami sword technique. And it was all because he had been an idiot and forgotten to take her power back.
"...Whoa," he heard Tomo say as the dust began to clear and the lighting in the area went back to normal. "Awesome."
Ikkaku opened his eyes, which immediately went wide. A twenty-foot-tall, silver-skinned Fujiko now stood with Tomo in the clearing.
Suddenly, he didn't feel so bad.
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