GRAVEYARD

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[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.

Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.

'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'

He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.

It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]

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Early morning, November 30

[perfeccion]

[Well. That was that, wasn't it? Szayelaporro, back in his usual white Arrancar outfit, watches as the jorogumo wraps his dessicated gigai in brilliant gold webbing with a knowing smile, though he does rub his neck -- a phantom pain from the spider's fangs] Well... it seems I won't be able to possess you after all, you tricky beast! Still... you'll be regretting that in... oh... half an hour or so. I'll be watching~

[He recovers fairly quickly from his newfound state of being, brushing off his clothing and ensuring Fornicaras is safe in her sheath. He hides his Reiatsu once more, and smiles too widely as he notices the unmistakably powerful reiatsu now on his radar]

Thereeeee~ you~ are~!

[he blurs into Sonído, heading back into the lobby and zooming in on Ichigo Kurosaki]

[bladeisme]

[Yeah, so. The moment Szayel dies, Ichigo instantly feels it, and his hands instantly go to Zangetsu. There's no way he can hide himself that quickly, and honestly? He hadn't expected the first victim to be Szayel of all goddamn people.

So the best he can so is press his back to a wall, a cold sweat rolling down his face as he readies himself for anything, although -

When Szayel gets there, he'll see Ichigo is visibly injured - There's bandaging down where his Shihakusho shows his shoulder, and rips in his side where bandages show. There's also bite marks and slashes along his arms - though those are obviously older.]

1/2

[perfeccion]

[NYOOM. Szayel almost trips as he skids to a stop near Ichigo (but wisely out of immediate reach of his gigantic zanpakutou). Normally he would be completely mortified by such a show of indignity, but he is too excited to care. Christmas came early!!]

KUROSAKI ICHIGO!! Finally... I see you with my own eyes! Feel you with my own senses! MMmmmmmmmmm!! It's just as incredible as I'd dreamed--! TRUE perfection, perfect balance, the ultimate--

2/2

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..... [he trails off, noticing Ichigo's wounds. He then seems mildly horrified. There was something here that could injure Kurosaki?] .. My god, boy, what happened?

[bladeisme]

[Okay, he actually flinches during the weird ranting - what is so incredible about him?! - but when he sees Szayel's frankly scary enthusiasm die down, he relaxes a little.

Not enough to put down his Zanpakuto, but a little.]

The Nue's pretty playful. Also...I tried to fight one of those things - the one that's a ghost, and looks like a wolf. It didn't go well.

[Which, frankly, is an understatement. It clawed and bit him, then zoomed off before Ichigo could try to stop it from grabbing a host.]

It's about the same strength as an Arrancar, but it's fast as hell - and by the time I'd finished reeling back from my wounds, it was gone.

[perfeccion]

[Ichigo has no one told you yet that you are a perfect being and as close to a god as we pitiful souls might ever get close to seeing???? no??

So the Nue was a spirit, and there was some sort of powerful ghost dog running amok. Lovely.

Szayel takes a step forward, holding his hands up]

May I take a look?

[bladeisme]

[No?? And frankly that's kind of terrifying and not flattering to think about???

Anyway, As he steps forward, Ichigo narrows his eyes - and moves, pressing Zangetsu (a new zangetsu, trilling with hollow power with a hole in the middle) to Szayel's neck, just enough so it doesn't cut the skin.

Yet it's a threat all the same, and his reiatsu is even more potent up close.]

You think I'm that dumb? I know what you're like, Szayel. I'm not going to be an experiment for you.

[perfeccion]

[Szayel hisses as the blade presses against his throat, his reiatsu enough to make his knees buckle. That sword -- amazingly powerful, brimming with power, so unique...]

You are no fool. Again -- it is a fact that you could kill me without ever even lifting a finger.

[carefully, slowly, he places his hand on the sword, pushing it away]

I can heal your injuries -- but I would like to examine the energy left behind by the wolf beast. If you want to save the others, I need to collect as much data as possible.

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo pauses - looking Szayel dead in the eyes, which look worn out and tired - apparently trying to gauge how much of the truth the Espada is telling him. His eyes flick down and back when Szayel mentions the others trapped in here, and the possiblility of saving them - and it's that hope that makes him lower Zangetsu and place it back on his back with an easy, practiced movement.

If it's for all of them - for Shirou and Akira, who was so much like Ren it made him miss everyone from Camp - then he's willing to sell his soul to the devil.]

....Alright. But just that, alright? If you do anything out of line...

[There's a harsh flash, a glint of yellow in one of his eyes. He assumes Szayel will get his meaning.]

[perfeccion]

[Szayel pales at the flash -- it's a dangerous look, a predatory one. One that takes him right back to fleeing through the white dunes in a cold panic, desperate to reach one of his safe dens where traps would save him from larger, fiercer Hollows. He breaks into a chilled sweat, biting his lower lip]

You have my word, Kurosaki.

[he removes something from inside his clothes, something that looks just like a blood collection tube, but is specialized for containing soul energy. Also tucked away are a pair of forceps that seem to be made of bone -- more basic spirit science. Carefully, he removes some of Ichigo's bandages and looks for any remnants of the wolf beast's energy]

[bladeisme]

Good.

[For a moment, he finds himself...proud of that paling, that obvious fear. It's something instinctual deep inside of him, something proud of the power it bears - but he shoves it down in the next second, moving on to what Szayel's doing. He grunts a little as the bandages come off, and the wounds come into view. They're kind of deep - enough to be rather painful - and the faint remnants of the Barghest, although they've been clearly deteriorated some by Ichigo's own intense reiatsu.]

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[Carefully setting the bandages aside, Szayel adjusts his glasses and looks closely. With the bone forceps, he grabs what he can, doing his best to detangle the remnants from Ichigo's energy. He manages to get some, visible to Ichigo as jet black strands of energy that seem to suck in light, like tiny voids. He places most of them in the tube, but then cautiously places a small amount on his tongue.

It's contaminated with Ichigo, but he focuses on trying to sense the not-Ichigo in it]

[bladeisme]

[It's facinating, and he watches the entire process - it oddly reminds him of his father, when he would work on his patients.

Then Szayel tastes it, and it goes right out the window.

The things relating to the Barghest taste like wolf and spirit. Actually, there's a strange taste to it, like something exotic, something that a Yokai or mythological creature would have.

Also, it's biting back. Hm.]

[perfeccion]

[ow???

ow ow ow.

Szayel does something he's never done before -- he spits it out. He then crushes it under his boot]

...... I don't think I've ever had reishi bite me. [well, not quite bite. But painful, almost acidic]

[bladeisme]

...Yeah. It's been doing that in my wounds ever since I was injured.

[THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING, ICHIGO.]

[perfeccion]

[UH.]

.... Kurosaki. I don't think you... comprehend how serious that is. Like an infection, eating away at your soul. We must remove all traces of it, immediately.

[Szayel walks back and unsheathes his sword]

I'm going to release my zanpakutou, Kurosaki. Using Fornicaras' full power, I can cleanse you of extraneous reishi. Will you allow me to do that?

[bladeisme]

Eating away at my soul? I feel fine. Actually, the pain's gone down - it used to be a lot worse.

[Yet...he would like to be totally out of pain, and even though Szayel is kind of creepy...he also knows what could happen if he breaks his promise now. So...he nods.]

Alright. Just - be careful, alright?

[perfeccion]

Probably because the damned stuff has eaten away your nerve endings -- or it's been partially neutralized by your own reiatsu. [he rubs his temples with his free hand, biting back the urge to call him a complete buffoon]

[he shakes his head and brings his sword to his mouth] Sip, Fornicaras...!

[And then Ichigo is treated to the SHOW. Whatever Renji and Ishida described, it can't begin to compare to the release in person. The grotesque bloating, the slow release, the eerie growth of tentacles. To his credit, Szayel keeps the moaning to a minimum.]

Aaahhhnn..... Alright...

[without waiting, one of Szayel's "wing" tentacles suddenly distorts, opening at the end like a toothless worm's mouth.

And with it, he swallows Ichigo whole. He is moved quickly into one of the red tear-drop like appendages, now swollen to hold the boy. It's... snug, and dark. And warm. And slimy. And certainly too tight to move. But the slime isn't completely unpleasant, tingling as it knits Ichigo's wounds and sucks out the foreign reishi while bolstering his own. The whole process takes only a minute, but probably feels like an eternity.

The strange fruit bursts, releasing Ichigo onto the ground, covered in clear ooze -- gross, but completely healed. The other red fruits on that wing-tentacle are slightly swollen and have turned an ugly shade of black, and Szayel himself looks to be in a bit of pain]

Eerrgh... it's... difficult to digest...

[bladeisme]

[The moment he hears the moaning, he knows he's made a massive mistake. As szayel's true form appears and he's sucked into the fruit, it takes everything he has not to panic and cut hisway out, but he lets it happen. It's both uncomfortable and cramped and yet pleasant and soothing, and the conflict between those two really does make the whole process feel like an eternity is slowly going by.

But when he's dropped - he coughs, wiping away the ooze from his face and eyes, trying to get it off as much as he can - and looks up to see Szayel clearly in agony from healing him.

And Despite everything - despite knowing Szayel is a terrible, awful person - he can't help but get to his feet and approach, looking worried.]

Are - Are you alright?