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[11 Feb] [Bleach] Subduing my Shadow
Title: Subduing my Shadow
Day/Theme:11 Jan/My shadow pinned against a sweating wall
Series: Bleach
Character: Hollow Ichigo POV
Rating: G (Spoilers for part of chapter 220 I guess).
Under an unnaturally blue sky, I sharpen my blade and wait. Brooding. The whetstone grinds up and down the length which is ivory white and razor sharp.
He thinks he can come and go as he pleases. Thinks he can call me out on a whim to trot neatly in a circle. That he can ride me out to battle rearing and kicking one day and then, just when I'm getting warmed up, bash me in the face and bundle me back into this prison to be well behaved the rest of my boring life?
Boy is he wrong.
...
I sense his desperation in battle and his will holding me imprisoned here weakens. About time too, his masked opponent seems to be going all out to kill him. To kill us.
To fight. This is why we exist. There is nothing but the glory of battle, the sweet taste of the fallen enemy's blood, the metallic tang of their fear. He who claims to fight for bland, superficial reasons such as honor or love, is to be deluded.
It grates on my nerves to have to submit to such a weakling.
He would deny me my rightful throne, forbid me to fully utilize my power. The fool. To disinherit me, he would condemn both of us to death.
I will not have that. The pretender king is near. I will call him here and have it out with him once and for all.
...
There's hardly any resistance as my sword slides into his gut. I'd have liked more, if only for the sake of good drama, but all I get out of him is a surprised intake of breath. His confused eyes meet my own. Pierced as he is on my blade, he struggles ineffectually like a moth transfixed on a pin.
I flash him a grin and he reads his death in my pitiless gaze.
Do you know what's the difference between the king and his horse?
Day/Theme:11 Jan/My shadow pinned against a sweating wall
Series: Bleach
Character: Hollow Ichigo POV
Rating: G (Spoilers for part of chapter 220 I guess).
Under an unnaturally blue sky, I sharpen my blade and wait. Brooding. The whetstone grinds up and down the length which is ivory white and razor sharp.
He thinks he can come and go as he pleases. Thinks he can call me out on a whim to trot neatly in a circle. That he can ride me out to battle rearing and kicking one day and then, just when I'm getting warmed up, bash me in the face and bundle me back into this prison to be well behaved the rest of my boring life?
Boy is he wrong.
...
I sense his desperation in battle and his will holding me imprisoned here weakens. About time too, his masked opponent seems to be going all out to kill him. To kill us.
To fight. This is why we exist. There is nothing but the glory of battle, the sweet taste of the fallen enemy's blood, the metallic tang of their fear. He who claims to fight for bland, superficial reasons such as honor or love, is to be deluded.
It grates on my nerves to have to submit to such a weakling.
He would deny me my rightful throne, forbid me to fully utilize my power. The fool. To disinherit me, he would condemn both of us to death.
I will not have that. The pretender king is near. I will call him here and have it out with him once and for all.
...
There's hardly any resistance as my sword slides into his gut. I'd have liked more, if only for the sake of good drama, but all I get out of him is a surprised intake of breath. His confused eyes meet my own. Pierced as he is on my blade, he struggles ineffectually like a moth transfixed on a pin.
I flash him a grin and he reads his death in my pitiless gaze.
Do you know what's the difference between the king and his horse?