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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Sept 12, 2017 15:13:39 GMT -6
Yumichika stumbled back and growled, lashing his blade outwards as his body bowed and slid backwards with shunpo. He wiped his face, blood spilling from his nose and eyes livid. “That does it,” he whispered, dark eyes aflame.
Ikkaku set his pole against his shoulder. “And they’re still not up,” he agreed, three angry welts on his bare chest. “I hope I didn’t break your nose. You’d have to get a nose job~”
Yumichika straightened, raising his bloody blade. “It takes more than a sissy punch to ruin these looks. Besides,” he paused, “you already tarnished them by throwing the refuse at me.”
“Refuse, huh?” Ikkaku chuckled. “You’d think they would rise from their graves at that insult.”
“You won’t be rising from yours,” Yumichika replied. He inched forward...
And then halted as a shadow darkened the doorway.
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Sept 12, 2017 15:15:08 GMT -6
Ikkaku sighed and rolled his head on his shoulders. “Who’s foolish enough to get in the way of my workout when it’s just getting good?” he grumbled. “I had a good buzz going.” “Well, there wasn’t enough bloodlust yet,” Yumichika countered, sliding a hand up into his locks. “I decide when it’s getting somewhere, not you,” Ikkaku retorted with a grimace. “I’m the one with the bad ass upgrade.” “Which you can’t get unless you’re worked up.” “Better than you so far.” Yumichika flicked blood off of a tip of Fuji Kujaku’s blades. “For the moment.” The two shared a dark laugh and Ikkaku turned to their guest. “Better have a good reason for being here, kid. I’m not in the mood to go easy on anyone.” Sojiro made a face at the casual brushing off of blood and then squared his shoulders. "I need to get stronger."
Ikkaku sighed. "You can do that in school, kid. Your mom will have my ass if I hurt you, and as much as I like women, I'm not getting beneath her." Sojiro's face flamed as he walked into the dojo. "I won't get the help I need there. They're too soft for what I need."
Ikkaku glanced over his shoulder. "Oh really now? Suppose you tell your uncle Ikkaku more and maybe I won't throw you out." - END RP - "Promethean": |
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Feb 21, 2023 15:24:42 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: Deep RenewalEpisode 334 "Five, Four, Three": Ikkaku burst through the doors to the Eleventh Division dojo with Yumichika behind him. Over his shoulder was Hozukimaru in its sheath, his other hand resting inside his shihakusho near his chest. He grinned, letting out a low chuckle when he saw the dojo was decently full of his fellow officers also looking for a fight. The rest were probably out still setting the division in order. The lot of them had taken turns between blowing off steam in the dojo and tending to their actual work. Contrary to what the other divisions thought of them, they actually did get work done. Though he had to admit most of the work that got done was due to the organization efforts and productiveness of Yumichika. "Which one of you bastards is looking for a fight?! I'm bored off my ass!" He brandished Hozukimaru at the others who had paused their sparring match to look at them. He bared his teeth at them. "Well?! Who's first?!" The officers raised their fists and their wooden weapons, cheering and roaring at him. "Ha! That's more like it!" |
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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Feb 21, 2023 18:57:13 GMT -6
Yumichika chuckled as the roar shook the newly built dojo. It would take time to fill the other divisions after the the loss they took, but Eleventh Division never lacked volunteers who wanted more carnage. Sometimes, they passed through the Academy’s doors and sometimes, they just passed their captain’s inspection. It never stayed quiet for long here.
He leaned against the door as his friend sauntered towards the crowd.
“Careful, Ikkaku. If you get them too riled up, we’ll lose the roof and we don’t have the barracks complete yet. If you keep me from a good night’s sleep in a private room another week, I might have to join in the beating.”
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Feb 21, 2023 19:09:04 GMT -6
Ikkaku laughed as he looked over his shoulder at his lifelong friend. "Like you wouldn't join in anyway! You're just as much a part of this division as I am!"
Ikkaku swung his sheathed zanpakuto at the legs of a recruit that came charging at him, wooden sword raised above his head. The man flipped head over heels in front of him and landed flat on his back. Ikkaku swung Hozukimaru down and slammed the sheathed zanpakuto into his gut. The man groaned and rolled away to coddle his stomach. Another two men came at him, one holding a wooden tanto and the other a kendo stick. They attacked him at the same time from different sides, but Ikkaku blocked the kendo stick with Hozukimaru and the tanto with his bare empty hand, vice gripping the man's hand until he heard a loud crunch and the recruit wailed and dropped the wooden knife. The guy with the kendo stick lifted his weapon and brought it down harder the second time, attempting to brute force his way to a hit.
Ikkaku scoffed and lifted his foot, kicking the guy in the chest as hard as he could, sending him flying back and landing on top of the first guy who attacked him. When the second guy recovered from his broken hand, he attempted to swing his good hand at him in a closed fist. Ikkaku merely grabbed his wrist and tossed him like a sack of rice into his buddies.
"Amateurs, all of you! What pig trough did the recruiters scrape you off the bottom of, eh?!!" Ikkaku yelled at them. "If these are the men the Academy is sending us then we're better off with just the two of us and the captain!"
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Post by Chizue Nakamura on Feb 21, 2023 19:20:00 GMT -6
"OH so you just forgot about me, eh!?!" A female voice barked from the front of the dojo. Ikkaku, Yumichika, and the cowering fresh meat of Division Eleven all turned to see a rather tall and busty young woman standing just inside the dojo doors.
She wore a long, black split skirt, a black tube top, a short black haori with long billowing sleeves with four white diamonds on each sleeve, and a rather old and tattered straw cone hat that was tied under her chin with a red string. Her tabi were black and covered her legs all the way up to her thighs. Glowing fire red and orange orb earrings hung from her lobes and between her smirking lips was a dark wooden pipe. When she lifted her head she revealed a surprising young baby face, but her amber eyes glowed with the same fire that resided in everyone else in the division. One hand was perched on her left hip where two wakizashi swords hung by a red string that went around her waist. The other hand lifted her hat up, letting it fall to her back before ruffling her messy short black hair that was half tied in a small ponytail at the back of her head.
"You thought you two could just come sauntering back here after being gone for a year and not say hello? Looks like I'll have to beat some manners into you both," she grinned at them, flashing her teeth. "And don't think that I've just been sitting around sucking my thumb and crying like a little bitch. Unlike these little piglets, I've actually been training!"
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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Feb 21, 2023 19:30:22 GMT -6
Yumichika sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as the taller woman started hollering at them. She was the only officer from their old guard to survive the slaughter put through their division, besides Ikkaku and himself. Chizue Nakamura, the queen of the rabble he put up with.
“Don’t lump me in with Ikkaku’s forgetfulness,” he smoothly responded, staying at his place. “Just because he doesn’t remember the one who pounds him into the dirt when the captain is napping doesn’t mean I’m the same kind of fool. And besides, this dojo is too small for you to beat both of us here. You will have to exercise restraint until the big one is finished.”
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Feb 21, 2023 19:43:37 GMT -6
"LIKE HELL THAT EVER HAPPENED!" Ikkaku whirled around and snarled at them both.
He pointed Hozukimaru at the woman in front of him. The woman who had been a thorn in his side ever since their Rukongai days. Whenever he picked a fight--and won--she was there to try and show him up. Wherever he went to grow stronger, she was there growing just as strong as he had. If Zaraki was the one on the throne above him that he strived to overcome, Chizue Nakamura was the only one who was his equal. At least until Ichigo Kurosaki came breaking through Soul Society's doors. Literally and figuratively. But as irritating as her determination to beat him at everything was, he had to admit--at least to himself--that she pushed him further along the path. When she caught up to him she planted her foot in his backside and kicked him further down the path he decided to walk herself. She would never allow him to slip backwards. There were times when he genuinely thought that if he did fall backwards... she would probably kill him. And for that she was the one woman he respected and admired more than anything.
And also bickered with more than anything.
"I can count on one hand how many times this witch has won against me!" Ikkaku sneered at her, stepping forward closer to her. She did the same, stopping only when the tip of his sword touched her chest right where her cleavage started. "And last time I checked, I'm the reason why you're Fourth Seat and I'm Third Seat!" When Chizue clicked her tongue and glared at him, he gave a low chuckle. "Now who's forgetful?"
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Post by Chizue Nakamura on Feb 21, 2023 20:05:05 GMT -6
Chizue's blood boiled. In Rukongai she was feared, even by the men of their district. She could take anyone on in a fight and win. All the men who ever dared to lay a finger on her ended up in the dirt in a pool of their own blood. She had to be strong to protect herself because no one would ever help her. She was on her own. That was until Ikkaku Madarame came across her being attacked by an older and stronger man when they both were still just teens. Ikkaku left the man a bloody mess then had the audacity to walk away without saying a word to her. Yumichika was the one to ask if she was alright. Ikkaku just lectured the man about picking on people weaker than himself and therefore easy and vulnerable. He called it an "honor-less fight."
And that pissed her off. At the time. She was furious that he had the balls to save her, undermine her strength by doing so, and then not even say a word to her in acknowledgement. That anger, however, soon turned to admiration and respect as she saw how strong and admirable he really was. And so she swore that she would beat him one day. Not out of hate or jealousy or pride. Just simply because she knew chasing him would make her stronger. If she could beat Ikkaku Madarame, she could take on anything and anyone.
She had beaten him one time and one time only. And that was in a martial arts fight. Hand to hand only. No swords or kido. No handicaps. But that wasn't enough for her. She had to beat him at both hand to hand and sword play.
Chizue swatted Hozukimaru away. "That will change one day. I swear it." She smirked at him. "But Yumi-chan is right. I may not be able to beat you, but I can still pound your ass into the ground."
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Feb 21, 2023 20:18:34 GMT -6
Ikkaku chuckled menacingly at her, taking several steps back. He unsheathed Hozukimaru, holding the blade in one hand and the scabbard in the other. His tried-and-true fighting style. "Let's see you try then, Queen of Zaraki Division! Let's see if you still deserve that title!"
Chizue untied her swords from her hip and unsheathed her own blades, letting the scabbards drop to the floor and kicking them out of the way towards Yumichika who picked them up and set them in a nearby windowsill as he backed away towards one of the walls, giving them as much space as they could get in the dojo. The recruits at the back of the dojo muttered, sweating in fear, and pressed their backs against the wall. Chizue raised her blades, standing tall and lifting her chin. "If you hold back Ikka-kun... I'll kill you."
Ikkaku sneered. "Not on your life!"
He didn't even have time to plan his first attack before Chizue was in front of him, bringing down her twin blades on him. He blocked with his sheath, the impact sending a wave of reiatsu radiating around them throughout the dojo, sending a wind powerful enough to knock all of the recruits onto their asses. Chizue, ever the hard and fast hitter, wasted no time bringing her right leg up to kick him in the head. He ducked down and shoved his sheath into her gut. She grunted as the wind left her lungs and she stumbled back only a half step only to hook her blades around his neck and pull his head down, connecting her knee with his face. He grunted and stumbled back several steps, watching blood drip from his nose onto the floor of the dojo. He grinned at her and spat blood out of his mouth. She hit just as hard as he remembered.
"Finally, someone strong enough to make me bleed."
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Post by Chizue Nakamura on Feb 21, 2023 20:29:05 GMT -6
"First blood," Chizue laughed at him, ignoring Ikkaku's blood on her knee as it started to itch. "Wouldn't be the first time I made you bleed before I did."
Ikkaku scoffed and charged at her, raising his blade then faking her out and swinging at her with his sheath. She blocked it with one of her swords and thrusted forward with the other. Ikkaku blocked it, pushing the blade up above his head before it made contact with his face. Ikkaku rolled his sheath, pushing away her blocking sword, then knocked away her counter attack with his blade before swinging it at her neck. Chizue leaned backwards, watching as the blade whistled past her nose, slicing through a small strand of her hair. Ikkaku hooked his sheath under one of her legs and tripped her up, letting her land flat on her back. He thrusted his sword, point down at her, only for her to roll and sweep her leg under his feet. As he fell she pushed herself to a squat and thrusted her elbow into his stomach.
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Post by Ikkaku Madarame on Feb 21, 2023 20:36:21 GMT -6
Ikkaku choked on the air leaving his body, but pushed through it, chucking his sword and grabbing his sheath with both hands, hooking it around her neck and pulling tight until she landed on top of him in a chokehold. She was heavy as hell and he could barely manage a breath in after her hard hit to his stomach, but he pulled tighter as she squirmed and thrashed. He tilted his head out of the way as she reached back to gouge his eyes. Blood still ran down his face from her kneeing him. She threw her elbow down into his side, but he refused to budge. He usually wasn't one for submission holds, but Chizue had more stamina than she knew what to do with. If he didn't slow her down at least a little, he'd have way more than just a bloody nose by the end of their fight.
Even so, Chizue refused to tire out. When her elbow shots didn't work, she rolled, pulling him with her until he was on top, pressing his weight into her back as he pulled his sheath up into her neck. He felt her try and push him up off of her. "Don't you ever get tired, woman?! I'm at least twice as heavy as you! Where the hell do you keep all that stamina?!" He pushed her back down onto the floor, her face hitting the wood. He saw blood drip from her face as well. "Ha! How 'bout that! Now we're both bleeding!"
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Post by Chizue Nakamura on Feb 21, 2023 20:41:33 GMT -6
Chizue saw the blood from her nose and busted lip drip onto the dojo floor. Her body became hot and her previously lightheaded mind cleared just a little. She let out an animalistic growl and planted her hands below her. She pushed Ikkaku--heavy as a boulder as he was--up with her as she moved to a kneeling position. She held onto the scabbard around her neck and stood until they both were nearly standing. Even as he choked her harder, she reached back and grabbed the back of his neck. She used all of her weight and strength to throw him forward off of her, sending him flying at the wall in front of her. He connected with the wall hard enough to crack through it, leaving a hole the size of his body as he fell to the floor, looking up at her in astonishment.
Chizue retrieved Hozukimaru and threw it at him, then grabbed her own blades. "Come on. Get up. You think that's enough to make me run out of steam?" She wiped her bloody nose on the back of her hand. "I'm just getting started."
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Post by Yumichika Ayasegawa on Feb 21, 2023 21:24:56 GMT -6
Yumichika stayed where he was during the match, not really watching even. He knew enough of what was going on by listening to the sounds around him, the grunts, creaks, thumps, and of course, the insults that always came with his colleagues’ fights. That didn’t change when it was his fellow officers running at each other like they usually did either. Sometimes he observed, and sometimes, this was enough. Listening to the sounds that came with a duel between two top fighters. This was the closest thing he had for quiet around here.
Until someone flew through the wall!
Seriously, did anyone other than him consider the state of things around their division? Why were they always destroying things in even simple fights?!
Letting out a huff of irritation, Yumichika rolled up his sleeves and stood up. Sheathed zanpakuto in his hand before him, he swung in between the two bloody idiots. “I don’t think so, Chizu-chan. Apparently, you two are too big for a small dojo, judging by the size of hole you two just created, when you had barely started, and it’s the only one we have. So I think that’s all you two are going to get from each other until we get more building done.”
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Post by Chizue Nakamura on Feb 21, 2023 21:41:55 GMT -6
"Hah?" Chizue lifted one of her blades up to Yumichika's chin. "You and that big oaf over there just got back and you're already trying to ruin my fun? Do you have any idea how gods awful boring it's been around here with most of the division dead? Those hollows wouldn't even let us blow our nose by ourselves! That seraph bitch massacred us because she knew we had the balls and the ability to fight back! I was the highest-ranking officer left in this hole! Me! Alone!"
She moved closer to him, getting in his face and relishing in how he squirmed away to keep her blood off of him. "So you can either join us like the good ol' days, Yumi-chan, or you can watch the walls come tumbling down over there with those pussies they're calling officers of the Gotei."
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