Bleach: Cero Devastador

Far away, in the wide darkened skies of the Rukongai, a silhouette stood. His white haori waved with the strong winds and the shine of the moon, more than highlighting his persona... the light of the moon shrouded his darkness.

He had short brown hair, lazily holding his scabbard. His eyes clad in glasses looked like they could see far beyond what others could see. And those eyes were now staring at a certain individual within the field of the stadium. 

"Kamishiro Ryōma, huh..."

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Gone was the poised, disciplined fighter. Ikkaku Madarame lunged with reckless abandon, holding his sword in one hand and his scabbard on the other his blade cutting through the air in erratic, unpredictable arcs. Either blocking with the scabbard or breaking through to stagger, either slicing with the blade or protecting with the edge. 

Compared to his previous style marred with patterns, the current him was completely unpredictable. Ryoma's smirk faltered as he adjusted to the sudden shift.

'It is like I'm fighting myself... how interesting~'

He finally found what he was looking for; an interesting fight. 

"You've got quite the wild side!" Ryoma said, blocking a heavy downward slash that rattled his arms.

*BAANG!*

He had become a completely different being. Ikkaku's refined form was on in which he had to suppress his strength; in this unrestrained way, his strikes felt heavier and sharper. 

The baldy didn't respond; He pressed the attack, mixing his blade work with unexpected kicks all while laughing maniacally at the fact that Ryoma wasn't much different. A different beast compared to those prude scholars of the academy.

His katana struck from awkward angles, forcing Ryoma to pivot and twist to avoid getting hit. For the first time in a long while, Ryoma felt the sting of a blade.

The crowd gasped as Hage's katana sliced across Ryoma's shoulder, leaving a thin but visible gash. Ryoma froze for a moment, his hand brushing the blood.

Hage smirked. "Not so untouchable now, are you?"

Ryoma's eyes glinted with something new as he inspected the blood—respect. He rolled his shoulder and moved the cloth to cover the one that was sure to regenerate; he didn't want anyone to witness that.

Kamishiro Inuzuri gripped his katana tightly. "You're better than I thought. But not quite there yet, baldy".

*RUMBLE!!*

Powerful reiatsu crashed down in the arena and even beyond.

Ikkaku's smile fell like he just heard a bad joke, he felt that what he had seen so far was nothing but the tip of the iceberg. 

Ryoma shifted into a lower stance, his movements becoming sharper and more deliberate. Hage rushed in to strike and counter as per Ryoma's patterns which he believed to have already grasped, but Ryoma sidestepped at a speed way faster than his previous input. 

!!!

It caught Ikakku by surprise, he felt he had fallen into a pile of mud, his movements turning slower but it was nothing more than an illusion; Ryōma had become much faster.

He delivered a brutal elbow strike to Ikkaku's jaw, his scabbard hadn't been fast enough to protect him. The impact fell like a hammer had crushed his skull. Not only did his speed increase, but the toughness of the strike crushed his confidence. Hage regained his footing mid-air on the field, he staggered, but before he could recover, Ryoma was already there he struck from the bottom; Ikkaku groaned and protected himself with his sword, but before both swords could come into contact; another feint.

The trail of the sword was so massive and lengthy that Ikkaku could not believe Ryoma could swipe his sword so fast that even his perception was tricked somewhat. He followed with a spinning slash that sent Hage's katana flying from his hands.

He knew Kamishiro Inuzuri had been merciful; that strike could have viciously pierced from his shoulder, into his abdomen... severing his life. 

'Whether it be Zaraki Kenpachi or Kamishiro Inuzuri... you're both a pair of fucking monsters!'

The bald fighter didn't back down despite the mercy. He lunged at Ryoma with his bare fists, but Ryoma caught him mid-charge with a crushing knee to the stomach that sent him hurling back down into the ground where he crashed like a meteor.

Hage dropped to the ground, semi-conscious. Ryoma walked to where Ikkaku's sword was and took it; he hovered over to Ikkaku and placed the tip of his own Katana against his throat. 

"Bastard..."

For a moment, the stadium fell silent. It was not common, but if the contestants didn't surrender, a public execution was not a crime.

"You're the first to draw blood," Ryoma said with a happy smile; it had been worth it to come out tonight. His tone softer than usual, "Not bad… Hage."

Ryoma pierced the sword on the floor and extended his hand forward; the baldy took it and staggered to stand up, fighting the pain he felt at every bone of his body. 

"My name is Ikkaku Madarame. I won't lose next time, Inuzuri... next time you will witness my Shikai".

"I'm looking forward to it; challenge me again, Ikkaku".

Ryoma sheathed his katana and turned to the roaring crowd, his smirk returning. "Next time, bring someone who can win"

As he said so, he tried to search for her with his gaze but she was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed, he walked back to his spot where Kukaku Shiba was about to jump on him, but Sakuya did first. 

!!!

Ryoma caught Sakuya, she clung onto him like a koala and hugged his head; he had to hold her ample bottom so that she wouldn't fall.

"What happened, Sakuya?".

"..."

The woman didn't say a thing, she struggled to conceal her blush but also refused to let go. Ryoma walked in, still carrying her and Sakuya managed to catch a glimpse of the irritated Kukaku. At that time a hideous smirk appeared in her pretty countenance.

'I won't give you the chance~!'

Kukaku's brows flinched as if she felt something, but she didn't know she'd experience her victory soon after. 

Ryoma took a seat to rest as usual, only... all while still holding Sakuya; which forced her to straddle him in a rather intimate position. Let alone Ryoma's hands were still softly fondling her bottom.

Sakuya flared up, all while starting at Ryoma's knowing smirk as if challenging her to continue her little game until the end. 

"W-W-Wait...!"

"Hmn? What is it? I thought you wanted this~"

"No! I just... I thought..." Sakuya stuttered, she felt Ryoma's hands rescind the hold he had on her, she was free to stand up whenever she wanted, but instead of doing so straight away, she sat there, pensive. 

"You're not a little girl, Sakuya... can't you make up your mind?" The man frowned and leaned back, waiting for her answer and seeing his irritation Sakuya leaned forward to hug him back. 

'A-All I wanted was to prevent this Kukaku from doing it!'.

"I want to stay like this".

"Then do so".

"B-But what do you want...?" She whispered in his ears.

"Hmn?"

"Do you want to stay like this, Ryōma?".

"I smell romance in the air, eww... disgusting. I'll be on my way, you two can get chummy together or whatever. Make sure to win the next fight, brat" Kukaku sighed in irritation; with Sakuya being like that, she wasn't going to be able to pull out any moves. 

Seeing that Kukaku was out of the room, Sakuya sighed in relief and quickly tried to hop off. Sadly, those wicked claws had once again nestled on her butt; this time even bypassing her Kimono, clawing onto that flesh directly and posessively.

"Does this answer your question?" He answered her question with another question. 

Out of words, Sakuya nestled her against his neck, taking a long and deep whiff as silence reigned for a while.

There were no comments, no conversation... just the subtle perception of one another's reiryoku. 

"Lately, I have started to feel things".

"..."

Sakuya brought the silence first, "Feeling that I don't like... feelings that I like... feelings that make me irritated... feelings that make me happy. But the most complex, the strongest of them all is whenever I watch you fight, Ryōma".

"What about it?".

"Whenever I watch you fight I feel like my heart is going to burst out my chest, even now..." She took his hand and led it to her massive chest; she pressed it hard... Ryoma touched her chest and he felt way more than just her furiously palpitating heart. 

"Lately... everything I'm around you is like this... can you feel it?".

"..."

A deep stare, a heavy breath, a pair of lips that closed up. 

But just at that moment, much to Sakuya's distress, the next fight was announced. The most awaited fight of the night: Kamishiro Inuzuri vs Kurotora.

Sakuya bit her lips and stood up; she tidied up her kimono and put everything back in place. Once she was back in order she turned around, "It won't be an easy fight. Go and have fun~".

The man looked at her one time before heading off deep in thoughts and considerations, all of which he put to the side to focus on the silhouette that stood on the field. 

She stood crosshanded with a wide smirk, waiting for her opponent to appear after a little delay. 

"You were enjoying yourself there, huh?".

"I was actually... you could have taken a bit more time".

"What's more important than our fight, kiddo? Let's not waste time and come at me".

Ryoma unsheathed his sword, but he noticed that let alone a scabbard, the woman didn't even have a sword. 

"Where is your sword?".

"Hmn~ Somewhere I guess... I don't know~".

"Take out your sword and face me, Kurotora" Ryoma said irritated at her blatant disrespect. 

The woman smirked, still crosshanded but with a gaze more vicious than before.

"Make me".