Inverted: Bleach [Currently Being Edited]

Chapter Nineteen: Monster Within

   It had been a few days since I had met the leader of the FinalBringers, the CyberDragon. I haven't been scared since that day because I knew that Hichigo and I will help each other through this war, and I know that I am strong enough to resist. Everything has been normal since then, except for one thing.

   Ever since the day with the CyberDragon, I have broken more glass objects and spilt more drinks on me than when I was drunk on the alley. For heaven's sake! Everyday, something will break because of my clumsiness. I had been cursing myself for being clumsy, but things got stranger.

   I walked into the kitchen this morning, but when I reached for my glass, it slid off the table and shattered. Finally, I began to piece things together. If I had inherited my FinalBringer abilities from my father after I defeated him, then maybe the abilities were going haywire.

   I distinctly remember hearing that the FinalBringers could control the souls of objects using their weapons, but one thing didn't add up. The fact that I don't carry my katana around with me makes it even stranger. If my katana is my weapon, then how am I controlling the souls of objects without it? Not as if I really know how to manipulate the souls, but nonetheless.

   "Hichigo," I said sternly as he swept up the glass from the floor. He looked up at me with his soothing eyes, and cocked his head to the side.

   "Hmm?" he asked, continuing to sweep up the glass. I have a theory, and I hope it works. If it does, I will be able to get to the bottom of this situation and learn to control the power of the FinalBringers. Then, I can use it against them and help defeat the CyberDragon.

   "Let's go and spar for a while," I stated. Hichigo checked the time and glared.

   "But, it is eight in the morning," he groaned and tossed the glass shards in the trash. I flashed him a warning glance and he nodded his head," Sparring practice! Yay..."

   "Prepare yourself. I'm stronger than when we last fought," I piped as I ran to the stairs towards Ichigo's room to retrieve my katana. I heard Hichigo gulp and mutter to himself.

    "Well, that's comforting," he muttered under his breath.

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   A bead of sweat rolled down my temple as Hichigo's Zanpakuto clashed with my sword in a brilliant display of sparks. He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip and concentrating on pouring his spiritual energy through his blade. The force sent me back a few feet, and Hichigo let out a laugh of triumph.

   "Damn, Hikari! You have gotten a bit weaker since we last fought," he sneered," But you seem to be holding your ground well."

   "Idiot! No way in Hell that I've gotten weaker," I retorted as I aimed a well-placed strike towards his chest. Hichigo raised an eyebrow and parried the attack with a subtle flick of his wrist. "I'm just not putting my spiritual energy into my katana. I have... other motives."

   "Excuses, excuses," Hichigo chided and shook his head. I gritted my teeth and studied his Zanpakuto. When I noticed that the tip brushed against a small patch of grass sprouting from the concrete, an idea popped into my head.

   If I can control the soul of an object, shouldn't I be able to hold his Zanpakuto in place using the blades of grass? If so, I would have to pour an immense amount of energy into such a weak object. I pray that this works.

   I dropped my katana and focused on the blades of grass, reaching out with my awareness to find their souls. Within a few seconds I found them, and I poured my energy into manipulating them. I watched as the blades of grass began to grow and twist around the blade of Hichigo's Zanpakuto. The grass began to slither up the blade, wrapping around it tightly as I continued to pour my energy into it.

   "What are you doing standing there like a... What the hell?" Hichigo exclaimed when the grass began to weave around his fingers. He struggled against the blades, but I caused them to weave even tighter, trapping his hand.

   In a flash, I picked up my katana and held it to Hichigo's throat. I allowed the grass to disperse, and it unwound itself and shrunk back to size. Meanwhile, I pressed the blade of my katana to Hichigo's throat so that it scraped against his skin.

   "I win. And I think," I said slowly as I sheathed my katana," That I have found a way to achieve my FinalBringer powers and use it against them. I have always heard that the FinalBringers use their weapons to control the souls of objects, and I found out what my weapon is. It is my body." Hichigo continued to stare at me and he began to stutter.

   "Wh-What is happening... your hands... Look," Hichigo stuttered, still staring at me. When I looked down, I gasped in horror at the sight.

   My fingernails began to morph into claws, and a dark metallic liquid began to seep from the ground. The liquid began to coat my body, and I screamed in frustration, attempting to shake it off.

   "What it this?" I shouted as the liquid traveled up my neck. I tried to open my mouth, but the liquid rushed inside of my mouth. A gurgling noise came from my mouth as the liquid seeped down my throat.

   "Oh my God!" Hichigo began to panic and ran inside to bring help. My vision faded as the liquid coated my whole body, and I sank into peaceful darkness.