The monster inside

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Issa gritted his teeth as he found his entire body being lifted into the air and being sent flying across the area. He quickly twisted in mid-air and flared his wings out to stop himself; he looked around to find that he was back where he was when he had mange to stab the boy in the chest. His mind wondered on how the boy had mange to survive being stabbed by his sword, it should be impossible for anyone to survive living from a wound like that. Even a vampire would have serious trouble healing a wound of that magnitude, but he mange to shack the wound of and heal it in a matter of minutes. Just what in the hell was this boy? No youki should have healing abilities to heal wounds like that in minutes.

This boy was on a whole other level than any other youki when it came to regeneration abilities, but even with that on his side there was no way he could beat him. He was praised as one of the strongest Shuzen heirs to ever lead the clan, and one of the strongest vampire's out there now sense his lover was dead. It would be a disgrace if anyone from the council or the youki world found out that he lost to a human. He was already disgracing himself and damaging his pride by transforming in the first place, but the boy prove worthy that he needed to activate it. He narrowed his eyes even more as he felt the energy on the ground below seem to shift and become even darker than it previously was.

The energy he felt below was darker and filled with rage and a thirst for vengeance; he had never felt nothing like this before in his long life. It seems to twist and form into what looks like a demonic looking skull that was grinning and looking directly at him. He clenched his fist tighter as he waited for whatever to emerge from the dark youki. The reiatsu that was surrounding Ichigo twisted into the air before seem to break apart and vanishing into the sky. Moments later the only think that was left that was covering Ichigo's form from view was a cloud of smoke.

Issa glared forward, "Come out now you coward!" He shouted. "I'm getting tired of just waiting here."

Seconds later, the smoke began to clear to reveal Ichigo Kurosaki but he was totally different from the boy Issa was just fighting only minutes ago. He was no longer dress in the shredded shihakusho he was previously in; now he was wearing a long-sleeved ankle-length coat that flared out at the end in three separate parts. Each part at the end were ragged and flared out like flames, inside the coat was blood red and lined with the same color as well. The coat was attached at the lower part of his chest and his black hakama pants were held together by a blood red tattered obi around his waist. The right sleeve of the coat was torn off and also ragged at the shoulder; also his entire right arm seems to be wrapped in a black chain that flared loosely at the end.

The large elegant trench knife he once wielded was no longer within his grasped, he now held clutched tightly in his right hand was one of the longest datio's Issa had ever seen. The datio was pure black in color, and roughly the size of the trench knife he once held; it was also more curved near the tip, with three protrusions along the blunt end of the sword and close to its tip. The tsuba's was shaped in a manji-like shape, but was more curved and jagged at the end like flames. At the base of the swords hilt was the chain that wrapped around his entire right arm.

"Tensa..." Ichigo said slowly, glaring at the transformed vampire. His long orange locks blowing in the wind as his red eyes seem to glow with the full moon behind him. "Zangetsu,"

Issa just stared at the boy in front of him with narrowed eyes, looking him over he couldn't see what really change about him except his cloths and weapon. His youki seem to have become a lot darker than it previously was but all in all, nothing else seems to have change about him. He wonder what this form of his gave him, did it give him more power with the loss of speed? Or did it give him more speed with the loss of strength? Every transformation had some kind of drawback that it gave its wielder. It was just kind of hard to find the boy that was standing only yards away from him.