[30] Attack her and pour on the pressure
For a moment you're not quite sure what to say. You know what you're going to do, the plan to awaken Tatsuki's spiritual power, but it sounds kind of crazy when you try to put it into words. Whatever. "I'm going to be honest here."
"What?" Tatsuki replies, standing as you rise to your feet. The canopy stains the light green as it passes through, criss-crosses of shadow and illumination that conspire to shroud you in darkness.
You reach up and push your mess of hair back. It's not as spiky as Tatsuki's, but you've got a pretty respectable snarl going from not taking proper care of it after your shower. "Well since spiritual pressure increases the most when you're in genuine fear, I'm going to give you a choice. You can trust me and do what I say, or you can walk."
She slams her fist into the palm of her other hand. "Let's do this."
"Not even a second of doubt. I made the right choice coming to you." You crack a smile and chortle, then you pull Zangetsu off your back and flick the wrapping off with a flourish. "This is Zangetsu, my zankaputo. For the next . . . let's call it four hours, you've got another choice. You can wake up your spiritual power, or you can get cut the fuck up."
Your grin widens. "Choice is yours."
And then you attack.
Leaping forward, you bring Zangetsu down in a two-handed blow that would have split her head open like a piece of firewood. She dodges on pure instinct, over a decade of training taking over her body and moving it to the side. "What the hell?!" She shouts, eyes wide. "Ichigo what are you doing?"
"I'm not Ichigo!" You snarl, and in a fit of rage you bat the smaller girl in the side with the flat of your sword. "And I told you what I'm doing!"
In this little glade, unable to properly move, there's only one place for Tatsuki to go and she knows it. You read the way she tenses before she steps into your reach, barely favoring her already-bruising side, and her fists lash out too fast for the eye to see!
The human eye.
Her first blow meets the back of your hand, and the second strikes Zangetsu, making it ring like a muffled bell. She doesn't even flinch when her hand meets the unmoving steel of the blade.
Your blood is up and you cackle when your return front kick breaks through her guard and hits Tatsuki straight in the chest, sending her flying back.
"Fine, bastard." She spits on the ground and puts her hands up. "You'll be the first decent fight I've had in years- if you don't break down crying!"
That hurts. It really does.
You swing again, another overhead chop but this time a little faster. Tatsuki doesn't expect the increase in speed, and she barely gets her arm out of the way. Good, you need to keep the pressure up. She's going to show you that you're right, ooor she'll be able to beat Ichigo and company to Soul Society! It's win-win!
She clamps her arm down, wedging Zangetsu between her forearm and body and using its size to stop you from turning it and cutting in. She tugs, and when you pull back she lets go, pivots, and plants her heel firmly about two inches into your jaw.
Something gives, and it isn't her foot.
There's blood on the ground now, staining the pine needles and trash crimson. "Ith ith greath!" You lisp even as you feel your jaw shift back into position. "You're a better fight than I was expecting, but I think you need to understand the difference between what you are and what you can be."
You grab your face and pull down, manifesting your mask for the first time outside your inner world. Time doesn't slow to a crawl, but you see more in less time with your hollow powers. It's not like a second takes two seconds for you to go through it, but more that you feel . . . sharper.
Tatsuki snarls as she goes for your legs, stomping down on your instep, but it's laughably easy to move out of her reach, bat aside her leg with your own, and stomp on her toes, so you do laugh! "Hahaha!" You look for a good spot to make an impression- how dare she be so weak?
The arm.
Zangetsu cuts cleanly, leaving a thin cut up the grim-faced girl's extended arm, sending her crimson arcing out to join yours on the ground.
There's a lot more of hers.
"So here's how it's going to be." You say, voice oddly two-toned through your mask. "Just in case you weren't listening earlier; if you don't unlock the power within you you're going to die. You'll bleed out right here and now, and then it won't be Orihime abandoning you. You'll be the one abandoning her, taking the coward's way out instead of admitting that you live in a world where she doesn't need you any more."
It's the right thing to say to break through her cool, and the knife-hand aimed at your throat comes with a flare of spiritual power. Almost.
"After so long defining yourself as a protector, it must be hard realizing that at the end of the day you're just a mortal human, and all the power you thought you had was only as fleeting as sand."
Tatsuki's eyes are wide, her entire body quivering with rage and fear and what you imagine must be desperate denial. Ichigo grew up with this girl. He spent hundreds of hours listening to her, listening to his friends talk about her, little things that a human forgets over time- but you just learned all of this yesterday and it's so very fresh in your mind.
You can feel it now, a blazing aura starting to leak from the body containing her soul. Just one more push.
You stab your sword into the ground and say, "You know, souls forget their human lives when they go to Soul Society. Imagine it. Your friends will see you, run up to find out why you're there, and you'll just say 'do I know you?'"
It's like a string snapping on a violin, a discordant note that seems to stop everything around it instantly as the flow of blood from her lacerated arm just stops.
"Never." She chokes out. "I am never going to accept that. My friends are my friends, and if keeping up kills me then it can go ahead and kill me when I'm done! Not one second sooner!"
White foam seeps out of the wound up her arm, the flow thickening until thick chalky liquid bubbles out. It doesn't fall to the ground, instead beginning to smooth over her arm, going under her shirt and creeping down to her elbow before finally stopping. Tatsuki stares at it in amazement. "Is this . . . "
And then you smash her in the head with the butt of your sword.
That went well.
Tomorrow . . .
[] Focus on Tatsuki on your own.
[] Work things out with Urahara.
[] Contact Ichigo and work stuff out.
[] Experiment with your powers (random power discovery chance)
[] write in