To Undo it All

Chapter 6: The Night

Sparks flew in the air as Shiro's and Unohana's blades clashed. Ossan's shorter sword speared towards the First Kenpachi's stomach, only to be bat away with her bare hand. Blood dripped from her fingers for but a moment at her action before she curled her hand into a fist and broke my nose again. I didn't even flinch, lunging forward to headbutt her. The blow connected, blood dripped down our faces for an instant, and she stumbled back from my hollowfied strength. Minazuki was screaming through the air towards me before she even steadied her stance. With a well-placed strike from Shiro's blade, and Unohana's sword arm was removed at the elbow again. Ignoring the pain, she spun on her heel, her left foot crashing into the side of my head. My right foot slammed into the dirt as I turned backwards, slicing horizontally just as she dropped to the ground to rip her old hand from the hilt of her sword. My weapon passed harmlessly over her form as she rolled under the blow. She came up kneeling with her sword snapping out to cut through my ankle. I swung that leg out, blood splattering into her eyes to blind her. I dived at her, unable to properly stand when my foot was a quickly healing stump. I was caught by Shiro, and held under his right arm. Ossan was next to Unohana, holding her sword arm. I blinked.

"Guess we're done. We can pick this up later, Unohana." The woman in question switched her gaze between my zanpakuto spirits and I, utterly confused.

"…Alright." She responded. Ossan promptly let go of her hand, and watched as she sealed her Bankai. As she sheathed her sword, I sealed my own blade, my transformation ending. Shiro helped me slide our sealed blade back into the sheath that Senjumaru made. It was a special one that transformed with my zanpakuto, so I could sheathe my blade in any state. The medic before us was staring in confusion.

"Shiro and I carry each other sometimes. You'll get used to it."

"If you don't mind, why?" Shiro shrugged for me.

"We kinda just do. Sometimes, like now, he'll cut one of my fights short by catching me under his arm and just keeping me there. Other times, I'll throw him over my shoulder so he doesn't get into a fight, or he'll just jump on my back."

"From the way you're speaking, he is manifested often." We both nodded. "Isn't that draining on your reiatsu storage?"

"Nah, not really. We got a lotta reiatsu. We nev'r tested the limit, but I think our record's, like, a week straight."

"Something like that, yeah." I agreed. The First Kenpachi attempted to straighten her clothes, only to realize that they were shredded and soaked in blood. She was still modest, but Yamamoto was gonna be pissed as shit over the condition her captain's coat was in.

"Oh, dear. I'm going to have to change." She mumbled to herself. Kyoraku, Ukitake, and surprisingly Toshiro came up next to Old Man.

"Indeed you will, we have dinner plans!" The flowery captain announced.

"Is that why you stopped our fight?" The raven haired medic asked.

"You three are joining, I assume?" I questioned.

"Yes to both." Ukitake confirmed, a bright smile on his face. "By the way, how was your fight?"

"Oh, it was wonderful. Ichigo was not exaggerating in saying that he was the best fight I've ever had."

"Yes," Kyoraku chuckled, "Him proving his claims correct seems to be a running theme today!"

"I see we have much to chat about. Shall we discuss it at dinner?" Toshiro cut in.

"Of course, let Ichigo and I change, and we will be right with you."

"Actually, my clothes were specially made to regenerate." Everyone turned to look at me, and the level of disbelief was so intense, I could feel a couple small cuts in my shihakusho close up.