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Sirzechs noted with amusement that Ichigo's body began to leak demonic power and a translucent veil of red light blanketed his newest pawn. Grayfia threw him a concerned glance but he simply dismissed her worries with a smile.
He raised a hand and a small green glow covered the tip of his index finger. He drew a small magic circle in the air and nodded contently. "There," he said. "That should keep any residue from damaging his body by accident."
Grayfia bit her lower lip. "This…is quite unusual."
"He's quite the unusual young man," Sirzechs chuckled. "But that's where his strength lays, I think. I do believe that unconventionality is the norm for him."
Husband and wife stood in silence as they observed Ichigo transition between the realms of life and death.
Sirzechs stole a glance at his beloved and suppressed a quirk of his lips as he witnessed the obvious maternal distress in her eyes. Mothers will forever fret over children in distress. Whether they be their own or not.
Oh yes.
Ichigo Kurosaki would make a wonderful addition to his family.
"Grayfia." He continued when she turned towards him. "Would you be a dear and continue to watch over Ichigo-kun? I have to pay Serafall a visit."
Confusion briefly flitted across her eyes but she quickly nodded her head.
"Thanks." He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. "I'll be back in a couple of hours," he murmured.
He caught one last gaze of Ichigo breathing evenly on the bed before sinking into a magic circle. Soon the young man would awaken and need his help in adjusting into his new existence. Today was turning out to be a very good day. Now all that was left to do was get Serafall to help him come up with a viable excuse to explain to Amaterasu why he just stole her favorite human.
Even as his clothes were torn and ruined, as his body stood marred by bleeding wounds and his bones crept with exhaustion, Ichigo couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness over the entire situation. 'Too long…' he lamented.
The screaming of steel.
The tang of blood.
The flow of death.
'Exhilarating.'
There was no better feeling for life when on the line toeing death. That sheer rush as power gripped his heart and set it beating in thunder. The numbing of his mind, the need to strive. It was survival made manifest.
The will to live.
He missed it.
It was that part which had become so incumbent to his lifestyle. That piece which he was forced to give up for the sake of that which he treasured. It was his again. He had it back.
Instinct!
Tensa Zangetsu was a blur as it barely missed carving out his throat.
The Hollow cackled even as its white robes were stained with blood. Both its own as well as Ichigo's. Ichigo was forced to duck and weave as a wild barrage of stabs were aimed at his head.
He twisted on his foot, barely avoiding the point of the white sword piercing his eye. The Hollow quickly changed its own footing and the stab became a swing that threatened to decapitate him. Black steel screeched against stanch white as he brought up his arm.
They quickly changed their stance and gripped their respective weapons with both hands, pushing against one another in a lock of blades. Sweat and blood caked the grips of each sword, even as their masters poured more and more power against one another.
Leaning his mass into the struggle, a distant memory surfaced to the front of Ichigo's mind. He loosened one hand from his sword even as he subtly began to lose ground, and pointed one finger into the Hollow's bewildered face.
"Cero."
"Mouooouuu! You can't be doing these kinds of things Sirzechs-chan!" The bubbly little Leviathan glowered at him from behind her desk. A desk which, he noted with envy, lacked any paperwork. Of course, the numerous secretaries and interns running around behind him were probably to thank for that.
He sighed internally. Shame Grayfia would never let him get away with something like that. "I've already explained it to you Sera. He was already claimed by Hell. Is it really such a big deal I went one step further?"
"It is!" Serafall childishly pummeled her desk with her small fists.
"Why?" He asked with a tired sigh.
She gave him a pout and said, "It gives me more documents that I need to sign, that's why!"
"Sera…" He said exasperatedly.
"Fine, fine," she snapped as she stood up from her chair. "Everyone!"
All of the numerous staff of the Foreign Affairs department stopped their mad rush to deal with Serafall's responsibilities and looked at their leader. "Out, out!"
There was loud stamping as all the devils who were employed by Serafall's part of government quickly vacated her office. As soon as the office doors shut with a click, the child-like Satan fixed him with a glare and huffed as she sat down. Her form shimmered and where once the infamous magical girl Levia-tan sat, was now a tall woman of haunting beauty and long silken strands of raven black hair that fell to the back of her knees.
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