[If Zerig was delighted by these turns of events, Ichigo certainly wasn't. He'd be beside the ranks of the shinigami-of course he had! Being the person that had changed thousands of years of unflinching rules meant that they expected him there-and besides, his friends were also shinigami. He would fight to protect them-to protect everyone from these monsters.
What did they even want, anyway? Ichigo couldn't even fathom a guess.
It was well that Zerid remembered Ichigo-because he certainly wasn't about to forget. They'd faced each other on the battlefield, power flying every which way with every tremendous clash. It had only been the barrier crashing down that had stopped the fight, caging in the demons as Soul Society decided that the lives of a relatively few humans and the hero who had saved them were acceptable prices to pay for buying some time to figure out a way to defeat them for good.
In the resulting chaos, Ichigo had been knocked unconscious-and when he woke, the chains were already on him. From there, he'd silently thought about what must have happened-and while he was sure Renji and Rukia must have fought against the idea, he agreed with the action taken.
Well. almost- there weren't many people in this area, but he was sure that the ones who had been unlucky enough to be trapped were either dead or captured like he was. He would have preferred it if it had just been him, since then it would have merely been his own life in danger.
Speaking of, why had he been captured instead of outright killed? Toying with the chains (not easily breakable, of course-they'd never make it that easy) the substitute shinigami wracked his mind, trying to come up with an answer. Obviously, someone wanted him-or wanted to make an example of him. Maybe they'd try to brainwash him, get him to turn on his friends and comrades. Never, he silently thought to himself. No matter what they do to me.
And now, he'd finally find out why he was being kept alive.
Even if he'd regret it later.
His brown eyes search Zerig, his every movement and slight tensing of his muscles screaming that same defiance that the demon had noticed before. Keeping his eyebrows furrowed, his hands clench unconsciously, making the chains clink softly.]
....Ichigo.
[No family name-he's sure this guy doesn't want to hear it, anyway. He'd dismissed his guards...whatever this guy is going to do to him, it's going to be somewhat private.
Ichigo's teeth grit, and he can't stop himself from giving a sharp reply.]
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What did they even want, anyway? Ichigo couldn't even fathom a guess.
It was well that Zerid remembered Ichigo-because he certainly wasn't about to forget. They'd faced each other on the battlefield, power flying every which way with every tremendous clash. It had only been the barrier crashing down that had stopped the fight, caging in the demons as Soul Society decided that the lives of a relatively few humans and the hero who had saved them were acceptable prices to pay for buying some time to figure out a way to defeat them for good.
In the resulting chaos, Ichigo had been knocked unconscious-and when he woke, the chains were already on him. From there, he'd silently thought about what must have happened-and while he was sure Renji and Rukia must have fought against the idea, he agreed with the action taken.
Well. almost- there weren't many people in this area, but he was sure that the ones who had been unlucky enough to be trapped were either dead or captured like he was. He would have preferred it if it had just been him, since then it would have merely been his own life in danger.
Speaking of, why had he been captured instead of outright killed? Toying with the chains (not easily breakable, of course-they'd never make it that easy) the substitute shinigami wracked his mind, trying to come up with an answer. Obviously, someone wanted him-or wanted to make an example of him. Maybe they'd try to brainwash him, get him to turn on his friends and comrades. Never, he silently thought to himself. No matter what they do to me.
And now, he'd finally find out why he was being kept alive.
Even if he'd regret it later.
His brown eyes search Zerig, his every movement and slight tensing of his muscles screaming that same defiance that the demon had noticed before. Keeping his eyebrows furrowed, his hands clench unconsciously, making the chains clink softly.]
....Ichigo.
[No family name-he's sure this guy doesn't want to hear it, anyway. He'd dismissed his guards...whatever this guy is going to do to him, it's going to be somewhat private.
Ichigo's teeth grit, and he can't stop himself from giving a sharp reply.]
And I'm not a 'sweet thing', asshole.