Di Roy hadn’t been expecting it to be like this. When Aizen-sama needed someone to lead something — anything — in the living world, he usually chose someone
with a higher rank for such responsibilities. Like one of the Espada. Not that Di Roy was complaining. But as he volunteered his services in hopes of actually getting to have some fun for once, he expected to be one of those following orders, not giving them.
Maybe he should have felt a little disappointed that all he had actual command over were ordinary Hollows, as opposed to his Arrancar brothers. Most might be insulted, perhaps seeing it to be that those were all they were worthy of watching over. But not Di Roy. He saw it as opportunity.
Here and now, he was the one making the decisions. The only standing orders were simply to create a diversion. How and what kind were up to him.
The Garganta tore open the wall between realities, and Di Roy found it to be agonizingly slow. It was the last thing standing between him and the hunt. The only decision he had left to make as the hole in the dimensional fabric widened was who exactly would be the hunted.
That pathetic Quincy boy? Actually, he might be rather boring. Though there was that pending accident. Find some new prey? He could steal after Ruppi’s catch, but that might bring animosity later, and he didn’t really dislike the guy. Then again, such a fight could easily be brushed off as ‘following orders’. Or maybe…
In the seconds it took for these thoughts to flit through Di Roy’s mind, the skies were open and a feral grin split his lips, revealing sharp serrated teeth.
“Well, guess I’ll take whatever catches my interests,” he muttered to himself, tilting his head back to the hordes of Hollows waiting behind him. “Have all the fun you like, you guys!” he suddenly cried, voice rising in excitement. “This time chaos is on the house, courtesy of Aizen-sama!”
Di Roy would wait for all of them to go through before closing the way behind him. Then, his fun could begin.
Ichigo was inside his room, pretending certain people, events, and parts of his mind didn't exist. He did that a lot nowadays. It wasn't entirely bad - it gave him a lot of time and motivation to study, which meant he was pulling grades so high that Kiego had finally moved from threatening never to hang out with him again to genuinely avoiding him (but always with that stupid tearful look in his eyes). What wasn't so good was that he had been shirking his substitute-shinigami tasks - he probably hadn't fought any Hollows at all for almost two weeks...or was it closer to three?
It seemed more like ten years. Time passes slowly when one is going insane.
It was all well and good to ignore the occasional Hollow - the tool Captain Ukitake had given him was, by now, deep in his closet under a heap of laundry - until someone from the Seretei patrols took care of it and to grind Kon under his foot when the mod soul tried to pester him into action, but when his closet started going INSANE - and when his own senses were telling him there were who-knew-how-many Hollows suddenly descending on the city like a swarm of flies - there was only so much ignoring a guy could do.
It was happening. The attack he'd been dreading was happening. And just as he'd feared, he wasn't ready for it.
Ichigo cursed as he dug through his closet, already feeling sick at the glee he felt coming from the thing residing in his brain but feeling sicker at the thought of not doing anything. Once in shinigami form, he made his way toward the chaos.
Ugh. So many. He'd seen more - that stupid fight Ishida picked that one time had made sure of that - but it was still a lot. A lot of Hollows, and some asshole Arrancar watching over them. Ichigo would have normally gone straight for the strongest enemy, but then again, Ichigo would have normally figured he had a pretty fair amount of control over his powers. This Ichigo wasn't taking anything for granted. He stepped almost hesitantly in front of the nearest Hollow, raising Zangetsu with a hand that was not shaking, dammit, he wasn't THAT weak, and he definitely wasn't THAT afraid of a common Hollow!
Going from nothing to...this...was going to be challenging, to say the least.
The Hollows swarmed forth from the tear in the sky, but eventually their seemingly endless advance from the darkness lessened. That was when Di Roy was finally able to take his attention from overseeing their arrival and on to the more pressing matter of his own personal entertainment.
He glanced around first, extending his senses. There was no doubt that the Hollows he brought with him would go for anything and everything they happened upon. Already a lanky and twisted looking one had seemed to find something, advancing upon what seemed to be a Shinigami in the distance. What luck!
Di Roy’s grin widened and he eliminated the distance between him and the Shinigami with a quick Sonido. It may have seen the shinigami first, but if it hadn’t made the first hit, then it could be said to be ambiguous as to whether or not it truly claimed him. And this time, Di Roy was going to find the better catch.
He wasted no time laying out a swipe with his sharpened nails at the unguarded backside of the spikey haired kid. It wouldn’t be worth his time if he didn’t have what it took to dodge that move, and if he did dodge or block it, then it would be an interesting fight indeed!
Ichigo didn't avoid the sudden attack deliberately so much as stumble forward in surprise, the momentum meant to swing Zangetsu at the Hollow in front of him propelling his body forward as he tried to simultaneously curtail his own attack and turn to face Arrancar (his senses might be dull, but he knew someone with weird and powerful reitsu when they snuck up behind him) whose nails, or claws, or whatever, had brushed his clothing.
"What the hell?" He shouted in indignance, raising Zangetsu in front of him defensively one he'd regained his balance. "If yer gonna attack me, why don't ya at least face me, ya coward?!"
Ichigo hoped the dread he was feeling wasn't apparent; it would definitely be misinterpreted. He wasn't afraid of this guy. He wasn't afraid of anyone. Except himself. Or at least the part of himself that was going to try to take control at any moment. Damn, he'd really been hoping to take out a few small fry before having to deal with this jerk. He clenched his sword more tightly, gritting his teeth. Better to be pissed off than afraid.
The Hollow which Ichigo had been fighting, perhaps following some survival instinct, stalked away with a howl after the Arrancar appeared and stole its opponent. The haphazard sword swing managed to clip it, and knowing there were plenty of other souls worth devouring, elsewhere, it soon joined up with the other swarms of it’s kind spreading about the city.
Di Roy raised an eyebrow, peering with his one visible eye, looking between his fingers and the Shinigami. “I missed?” he mused, half to himself and half in response to the teen’s query. A shrug after that, and his expression relaxed to a lazy grin. “It’s not worth my time if you can’t dodge it.”
Taking the moment to size up his opponent, he could tell that the shinigami probably just got lucky. He was pretty close to landing that blow on him, and it was going to be disappointing if he picked out another dud. Much better to have taken him out in one hit and gone on to find something messier.
“But…” he paused, thoughtfully. “You did dodge it, didn’t you?” It wouldn’t hurt to at least fight this one, as lately he seemed to have trouble picking out the anything worthwhile. Maybe it would prove otherwise. Di Roy flexed his fingers and the sharp nails glinted as he gathered his reiatsu around them.
“So it’s no problem if I kill you straight on now, right?”
"Yeah, you missed!" Ichigo said with a lot more force than was probably wise. That it had been a close call was not something he wanted to admit any further than he already had, even if it had been a rotten attack. Ichigo didn't like the way his opponent was looking at him, like he was disappointed. What the fuck was that all about? Did he think he was some kind of person Ichigo needed to impress instead of Arrancar scum? Well, he had another thing coming - or he would, unless Ichigo lost control. And his control, though not quite being tested yet, was already fraying at the edges. Better get this over with quick. Ichigo kept his sword raised and pointed at his enemy.
"Yeah, sure. 'Cept you've got it wrong...I'm gonna kill you!" Sacrificing any shred of eloquence for the sake of his concentration, he rushed forward, aiming for the Arrancar's neck. [Previous Thread]