“You can’t leave…you absolutely can’t! No matter what…I won’t let them take you!” ![]() “It’s alright…I’m here, Ichigo,” she whispered softly in return. Rukia was shocked, but hearing him call out her name repeatedly in broken sobs, she could only hold him tightly to give him comfort. “Rukia…Rukia!” He whispered loudly as he couldn’t believe his sight, and pulled her into a desperate hug. The face of his saviour looked back at him with deep worry. His eyes flew open as he grabbed onto those hands. “Ichigo! Ichigo! What’s wrong?!” Gentle but strong hands held him as a familiar voice entered his ears. He had come to protect her, yet once again, it was him who was helped. When they finally went through the Senkaimon, he felt his fingers clench and his whole body shake with rage and despair. ![]() “I’ll never forgive you! You’re going to die anyway, so conserve your energy and try to linger on just a little longer…” “If you try to follow me…” she turned to face him with tearful eyes. “Don’t move!! Don’t…even try…to move one step from there!!” Rukia stood before him with her back to him. He watched helplessly as she walked away with the two soul reapers. “That’s just the way the world is,” Urahara said with finality. His words did little to calm down the man who was now increasingly engulfed in spears of light. If that lynchpin is lost, then things would simply crumble away.” Without the Spirit King’s existence, Soul Society would be rent asunder. “A thing like that? You mean the Spirit King?” The man named Urahara Kisuke replied calmly. “You possess such a great intellect, why do you not act?! How can you let yourself be ruled by a thing like that?!” His black sclera made him look insane, but if there were another three irises if would look no different than the eyes of the man who called Ichigo son. “ UraHarRa KIsUKe!” The man in white crystalline robes with lights piercing his chest and neck screamed. His body had been covered in seals, his limbs were each nailed to the end of a five pointed cross.Ī sword of mirrors was stabbed into his heart.Īn unearthly scream erupted from his lungs. Ichigo shook in a mad frenzy, and tried to say something back, but found himself unable. The Great Families have all agreed that you deserve to be the new Spirit King,” he said jovially, raising his arms in a grand gesture. “Rejoice, Ichigo! You have saved the world. The grinning face of a bald man covered his vision. The sleeping god dreamed a million years bound in the chains of fate, his agony masked by the illusion of undeath. One became three, connected only by a precipice and a void of chaotic nothing. His broken remnant was enshrined and the other pieces scattered.Ī ritual was performed and his soul and the world was split with the power of the Almighty. “You will be the lynchpin, Spirit King-sama.” One mirror sword forged by himself with his own soul’s power, entrusted to his subordinate, now stabbed into his heart. Images flashed through Ichigo’s mind, splintered memories of another time, another life, another world.įive men surrounded him with artifacts of great power. ![]() “…but not you…even if…rewrite…” The voice of the dying man fluttered in the wind, even as white light engulfed everything. His face was frozen in shock, but his divine eyes with four irises gazed upon him with endless pity, before his reiatsu and body completely disappeared, engulfed by the blast of Getsuga Tenshou. “Ichigo…my son…I’m sorry…” The body of a man covered in dark substance disintegrated with a final whisper along the broken pieces of Zangetsu. He remembers most things up to the point where he lost his shinigami powers clearly but barely anything after, however some things might not match his dreams, and that things he doesn't remember might turn out very AU.
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