Damn it feels good to be a gangster. (Ikkaku)

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(OOC: Haha sorry I wasn't trying to make long posts. There isn't as much to this one since I am pretty sure this is gonna be over pretty quickly haha.)


Beck began to catch his breath after landing his two-punch combination. Blood continued to leak from his wounds, the effects beginning to cause him to wobble slightly from side to side. His vision began to fluctuate from clear to a blur as he watched Ikkaku’s body smash violently through the tree. Beck found himself shocked once more as laughter erupted from the third seat. Was this guy actually letting Beck hit him? The rookie’s surprise was only furthered as a sudden burst of red reiatsu surrounded the man, stronger than anything that had been released in this “training session.” Beck braced himself against the force of Ikkaku’s power as he released his Shikai. Expecting an immediate attack from the spear-wielding man, the young Shinigami was surprised when Ikkaku slammed Houzukimaru into the ground and began the peculiar process of transferring its power into his fists. The demonic aura began surrounding the bloodthirsty Shinigami.

"Hey Baka, fight me. Hand to hand. Nevermind, don't fight me, kill me… I say we have a deathmatch.”

The rookie’s eyes widened in surprise as the crazed man spoke these words. Was this guy serious? Did he really intend to kill Beck? Obviously the man’s hunger for blood was transforming this into much more than a sparring match between two squad members. “Come onnnn, hit me! You get the first punch. Dammit, just punch!”

Beck hesitated a moment while his superior officer’s words sunk into his head. A smirk then finally began to form on his face. So this is what being in Squad 11 truly meant. The armored fingers of Yakushin slowly folded inward as Beck tightly clenched his fist. His reiatsu began to pulse around him, the pressure pushing away any loose earth around him. His legs then spread apart as he prepared to attack.

“So you want me to hit you, huh? Alright… I’ll show you Yakushin’s second bullet! Senmetsu no Niban Tama!”

Jumping a short distance into the air, the second fin on Beck’s shoulder broke apart as he screamed the command. A bright stream of reiatsu released itself and propelled him forward at the same blazing speed as before. This attack would be stronger than the first. His body rotated a few times from the sudden burst of power, streams of dust swirling around him before he finally straightened out, hovering a few inches above the ground as he charged forward. Blood streameding from his wounds, as rookie arced his fist backward, gritting his teeth as he swung it toward Ikkaku with tremendous force.

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Ikkaku fluctuated his balckish red aura. When he took the first punch, he was not even in shikai yet, and yet Ikkaku only came otu with small cuts. This boy would have a hard time killing Ikkaku. The boy seemed to realize what Ikkaku wanted. A superior punch. The ground shook with reiatsu. He formed a fist. Ikkau put on a twisted grin. Second bullet. So there was more to his shikai? Bullets. Was this guy punching or pretending he has a gun? His zanpakuto fit 11th division stereotype. A physical weapon with more and more power as the fight goes on. Beck seemed to really by learning how to fit in with the members. Ikkaku opened his mouth and white evil teeth shined.

His opponent jumped. Another one of those damn fins on his gauntlet broke. The second of three broke. One left. Was he holding back? Or did he have to go in order. He had an open target. He was being propelled like some kamikaze kid by reiatsu. His body spun like the twirl girl he was. Ikkaku almost laughed. He lcoekd it up though and held the laughter within himself. He straightened out, finnaly. He seemed to be flying, no hovering above the ground. He pulled back his punch, most karate practice that. Boom. Yes, Ikkaku took the hit, but that was not all that happened during this time. Ikkaku was preparing himself for an attack at the same time Beck was.

"Houzukimaru, give me your demon blood. One punch," Ikakku yelled as his opponent spun at him. A burst of red reiatus trailed Ikkaku's right hand. It was similar to Chad's Directo but with red reiatsu of a demon. Ikkaku pulled and arced his fist back as well. The tremondouse force behind Beck's fist hit Ikkaku dead on in the face. Crack. He was definately bleeding from his face now. The power was great. Great as in causing much pain. At the same time Beck hit his punch Ikkaku punched Beck in the face. Same spot. The noise scared the nearbye birds who flew out of their trees. Ikkaku stood in that posistion for a good length of time. Suddenly pain and time caught up to him. The punch burried deeper and sent Ikkaku flying and twisting backwards. Smash followed by another smash. Ikkaku was sent through two trees before hitting a large rock. His bones shattered. Nothing new, of course. It felt like it, at least. His head dripped blood like a fountain. The top of his head supplied the blood. His arms and legs were only scratched but his face was a bloody mess. Blood dripped out of his upper lip, nose, top of the head, above his eyes, and from his chin.

"Is that all you got? You barely scratched me," Ikkaku yelled as loud as his crushed voice could go. His eyes twinkled red. It was no secret that Ikkaku could have shunpoed out of there, blocked it, or even dodged it. Ikkaku was not that kind of man. These bloody wounds meant nothing to him. Beck better watch out, becasue Ikkaku has just activated bloodcraze. He would now be stronger, and be able to take a bigger punch. Unlike Zaraki's blood lust, blood craze is activated when Ikkaku is bleeding heavily. Shown before versus Ichigo. Ikkaku took a ready stance.

"Hit me again," Ikkaku shouted. His aura grew larger. He was ready for anything the newbie would throw at him.

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"Houzukimaru, give me your demon blood. One punch!”

Beck’s eyes widened in shock as Ikkaku launched his own attack at the exact moment he launched his own. Both attacks connected dead on, the crushing force of the third seat’s blow burying itself deeper and deeper into Beck’s face. The two stood locked in combat for a few seconds before the explosive force of both attacks launched both fighters backward in opposite directions. The rookie was sent sprawling uncontrollably into a tree behind him. The silent spectator took the full force of Beck’s body, an explosion of splinters engulfing both of them. The human projectile spun uncontrollably to the side before smashing into another tree, the wood groaning and nearly being torn apart like his brethren before him. However, the tree is able to stop Beck’s momentum, his body wrapping around the trunk in an unnatural way before being slammed into the hard ground beneath him. In the meantime it seemed his opponent was already recovering.

"Is that all you got? You barely scratched me!"

Lying silently face down, Beck hardly had the energy to respond to the taunt. Most people would think he was dead. Surprisingly, he was still breathing, albeit faint and hardly noticeable. Pain surged through his body like jolts of electricity. He could hardly move. At this point he was hardly surprised that Ikkaku could still stand and ask for more punishment. He forced his body up slowly, groaning loudly as he forced pressure on likely many broken bones. Blood trickled from many cuts opened from his encounter with the trees and ground. The most noticeable of his new injuries was the large gash on his left cheek; a large welt that nearly swelled his eye shut beginning to form around it. Blood streamed down the other side of his face from a nasty cut sustained from who knows what. His legs could hardly support his wait as he nearly fell to the ground once more, managing to catch himself on the tree that had stopped his descent into the forest. He began to spit blood on the ground beneath him in between heavy breaths. At this rate he would bleed to death. This was quickly escalating into a fight for survival. Yakushin seemed to have taken damage in the impact as well, small cracks evident in its armor, small shards falling to the ground and disintegrating into dust the moment they hit the ground. His Shinigami uniform was torn and tattered.

The injured Shinigami stumbled clumsily from the edge of the forest, coming into view of his blood-crazed opponent. While Ikkaku was growing stronger from his insatiable hunger for blood, Beck was becoming weaker and weaker. He had never faced an opponent like this. He came to a stop still a good distance from Ikkaku, his body slumped forward and waving gently from side to side as the new recruit struggled to stand.

"Hit me again!” The explosive reaitsu Ikkaku generated nearly forced Beck to the ground once again, but he was able to hold his ground. “So this bastard wants more? I don’t think my body can handle the final bullet…” Beck thought as he stared at Ikkaku in disbelief through his one good eye.

After a moment of thought, Beck answered Ikkaku’s challenge, once again stumbling forward toward his opponent. His injured body struggled to limp forward, but he was surprisingly gaining speed. Adrenaline pumped through his body, forcing him forward at a faster pace, blood splattering on the ground under him as he pushed his body’s limits further and further. In the back of his mind he knew he didn’t have to move fast at this point to attack Ikkaku. The bloodthirsty third seat wanted to be hit and even killed at this point. Beck finally closed the distance between him and his waiting opponent.

His armored fist clenched tightly, the broken and bloodied rookie swung hard toward Ikkaku’s face. He quickly followed this attack with a surprising punch from his left hand aimed toward Ikkaku’s gut. The difference between these two punches would be noticeable, as his left arm did not gain any benefits from his Shikai. However, this punch was an attempt to set Ikkaku up for the next attack: a brutal uppercut toward his face with his damaged armored fist. Beck struggled to keep his footing through the barrage, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground as he threw the uppercut. Barely keeping himself at a standing base, Beck knew he had to brace himself for more punishment as he knew his attacks wouldn’t put Ikkaku down for long, if they even did at all. Shards of Yakushin continued to fall to the ground with each blow.

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Ikkaku stood ready for the blows. The guy had spunk. Spunk, a funny word for such a serious matter. One of them could easily die here. A deathmatch, that is what Ikkaku desired. A deathmatch he ensured he would get. Blood dripping, covering his eyes and mouth. It wasn't damn pretty, but it was the way he fought. The man stumbled across the forest. One could mistake him for a drunk on the streets. He wasn't very fast and he was bleeding like a wounded animal. Beck was game to Ikkaku. In this demonic form, it was kill or be killed. No exceptions. Ikakku took a step forward. He did not sway like the newbie. These woudns were daily things. A little blood, just a little. He could handle way more. He took a defensive stance. A right arced punch. Ikkaku sighed as he tilted his head away from the blow. It smashed the rock behind him to pieces. Great power, for some wounded animal. The next blow wasn't powerful, but suprising. The punch smashed into Ikkaku's stomach.

"Damn," Ikkaku said as blood came out from his mouth like spit. It sprayed onto the newbie's chest. Ikkaku saw the uppercut. It was a bloody strike, enough to send Ikkaku flying. Ikkaku took precautions. He seemingly disappeared. Vanished. Ikkaku watched as the uppercut hit air. Ikkaku had used shunpo to get behind the young gun. Now it was Ikkaku's turn. Ikkaku noticed the bad footing of the boy. Bad base to support the girl's body. Ikkaku grinned. Blood dripped from his lips. He had a twisted face, only a demon could show. Demons liked only pain, victory, and fresh blood. Ikkaku licked his lips. He had acheived two of the things, pain and fresh blood. He needed to achieve victory. He was ready to unleash a demonlike deadly barrage.

Ikkaku arced his fists back. He was in the air behind the boy after he used shunpo. Ikkaku thrusted his foot into the back of Beck's head and used it to do a backflip. Still behind the newbie, he grabbed his head and smashed his elbow into the boy's head. Then he gripped the boy's head with both hands and flipped over him and then threw the boy into a pond nearbye. Ikkaku grinned. He dusted off dirt and debree off his shinigami outfit. If the boy knew well he'd stay in that pond. Ikkaku went back to his spear and picked it up. His aura still stayed. It seemed his fun was over...or was it?

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Beck cursed under his breath as Ikkaku vanished from site, avoiding the strongest attack of the three. Although he was a new recruit, the young Shinigami knew the bald headed demon had utilized Shunpo to avoid his attack. Beck wasn’t particularly skilled in this technique and even if he could manage to use it in an attempt to dodge Ikkaku’s next attack, his body simply did not have the strength for it. He hardly had time to react before Ikkaku’s foot smashed him in the back of the head. The blow nearly knocked him senseless, his legs giving out from beneath him. Ikkaku would not allow him to fall however; as he violently yanked the rookie’s head back to deliver a harsh elbow. Beck’s descent into utter darkness was only further by this blow. The only thing keeping him on his feet was Ikkaku’s film hold on the back of his hair. He could only watch as Ikkaku nimbly flipped over him and threw him into the air. Having no objection to the hard throw, Beck’s body left the ground and hung in the air briefly before crashing down into the waters below.

The water quickly enveloped the new recruit’s body as he began to sink lower and lower toward the dark bottom. Beck was almost content to simply just stay in the water and most likely drown. The water reddened around him as the blood from his wounds, including a newly formed gash on the back of his head, began to float toward the surface. How nice it would have been to just drift off at the bottom and not have to worry about fighting the crazed man anymore. Before he succumbed to the murky depths, Beck realized something: drowning is painful! He realized this when a burning sensation filled his lungs as he gasped for air, only to a breath full of water for his efforts. A small pulse of reaitsu flared around him, enough to aid in his struggle to the surface. The pain wracking his body and the surprising heaviness of Yakushin in the water would make this no easy task.

The sound of Beck gasping for air would soon be audible for Ikkaku. The newbie fell to his knees, coughing up a mixture of water and blood onto the muddy shore of the pond. His lungs took in deep gulps of air as he attempted to catch his breath. His soaked hair ran into his eyes, the spikes of it matted tightly against his head. Water and blood ran through it, the red of his wound mixing into the blonde color of his hair. The goggles on top of his head were now placed crookedly, both of their lenses being shattered. Once a super cool fashion accessory, they were now beginning to annoy Beck. Snatching them from his head, he threw them onto the ground. He had a million of them anyway.

Beck’s weakened body could barely stand against the weight of his now soaking wet, bloodied and tattered Shihakusho. He was finally able to push himself up to a standing base, his figure slumped, body visibly heaving, struggling to take in air. Fragments of Yakushin continued to fall, exposing parts of his bare arm.

“I still have one more shot left… you better hold together.”

“I’m trying but it’s a little hard when you’re getting your ass kicked.”

“Yea, some help you have been there!”

“Hey, I give you my power. Not my fault you can’t use it.”

Beck spat blood on the ground, doing so not only because he needed to, but in response to his zanpakuto’s smart-ass remarks. He still didn’t realize how similar him and Yakushin were. The young Shinigami’s wobbling legs finally took as close as they could get to an offensive position. Beck was ready to attack one more time.

“Here’s the last shot, Madarame…” the injured rookie said quietly, holding his arm outward, each one of his armored fingers folding in one at a time, forming into a tightly clenched fist. The armor on the top of his forearm split in two, reaitsu beginning to gather inside of it.

“Jinsoku-satsugai no Saishuu Tama!” Beck screamed, the top-most fin on his shoulder disintegrating. The water in the pond behind him exploded around him as a strong stream of reiatsu was released from his shoulder. Shards of Yakushin began to tear away from his arm as he tore through the air at breakneck speed his body could hardly handle, his strongest attack closing in fast on Ikkaku.

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Ikkaku could feel the weigth lift off his shoudlers as he threw the man into the water. He glided like the twirl girl he was. A splash shattered the calm pond. Ikkaku waited a moment before he saw the man come out spitting water and blood. If it was some cartoon it would be purple, but in real life it was disgusting. The pain this guy was in delighted Ikkaku. He grinned and laughed menacingly. The shattered goggles layed upon his head, well until he threw them onto the ground. His arm seemed to fall apart. Well the armor at least, Ikkaku would be having even more fun if the boy was losing pieces of his flesh.

"Baka, you should have stayed down," Ikkaku said as he stood up. The boy ignored him and continued to talk to himself. There was still one fin on his arm. One last attack. When it would come was unkown. He wobbled side to side. Swayed like a drunk, like a child learning to walk. So funny to comapre the two. A grown man walking like a child or drunk. He spat blood. Ikkaku grinned in reaction. Ikkaku raised his spear, about stomach level on Beck's body.

“Here’s the last shot, Madarame…” Ikkaku raised an eyebrow.

"Here's the last shot, Madaram-sama," Ikkaku corrected him. He was gathering power. His fist clenched hard. Perhaps Beck had it in him, after all. This next attack would decide all. Would he give it his all. Ikkaku had a test set in motion. As the punch came, he would impale him with the spear. If the boy had confidence he would strike even with a spear in him. The spear had reach no doubt, but if he was truely strong he would persevere throught the pain. Ikkaku pointed the tip dead center of Beck's stomach. If Beck would die, was unkown. Ikkaku hoped not. Then Tsugaru would become 4th seat. Ikkaku shivered at the last thought.

“Jinsoku-satsugai no Saishuu Tama!” The last fin was gone. The water erupted, like some volcanic eruption. As the attack closed in Ikkaku stood still and calm. Emotions would not overcome him. The blazing speed and power behind the punch showed Ikkaku it was the final attack. Ikkaku put his left foot forward. Distance was key. A spear for a fist. A fair trade off? As the boy came in, this was his last chance to back out.

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Beck hardly had any time to react to Ikkaku taking the stance with his spear. Even if he could somehow muster the strength in his broken body to avoid the strike, it was not a priority. His enfeebled and irrational mind had only one thought: bash Ikkaku’s face in. It seemed as if the third seat’s rabid bloodlust had becoming sickeningly infectious. Blood sprayed violently from the right side of Beck’s abdomen as the sharp edge of the spear cut into his flesh. The young Shinigami’s face hardly showed signs of the terrible pain that was erupting from the injury, his eyes full of a mixture of reckless abandon and thirst for blood. Beck foolishly pressed onward with his attack, the length of the spear being driven further into his body. Blood poured to the ground as the demonic blade of Hozukimaru burst from the back of its victim. The pain would have been immense if Beck’s intent to kill hadn’t totally consumed his mind. It looked as if the final attack would connect as Beck moved further along the shaft of the bloodied spear toward his opponent. That is until the bloodied Shinigami came to a sudden halt.

The new recruit’s body as well as his zanpakuto had been pushed past their limits long ago. Beck stood frozen, the only movement now an uncontrollable trembling throughout his frame. Arm outstretched, his fist lay inches from Ikkaku’s face. Beck’s urge to attack had finally surpassed his body’s capabilities: it would aid him no longer. The remains of Yakushin shattered and fell to the ground, crumbling into dust on the bloodied ground beneath them. Beck’s right arm fell limply to his side, completely devoid of feeling. The other hand grasped the spear tightly, the shaft of Hozukimaru impaling his body being the only thing that kept him from collapsing to the ground. The pain of the wound came rushing to Beck. He suppressed a scream of agony, the pain forcing his teeth gritting together as his knuckled began to turn white from the death grip he had on the spear.

“Dammit…” was the only word the injured member of squad 11 spoke before he coughed blood onto the chest of Ikkaku. The demon had undoubtedly won.

(OOC: I am guessing school's gotcha busy?)

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(OOC: Hell yeah lol ;D)

Ikkaku kept his spear high. His grin seperating his face. A big split in between his cheeks. Blood dripping from his mouth. He spit it out to the side. A splatter of blood was created on the grass. Art. Yeah sure, if that's what you want to call it.

Ikkaku could feel it. The boy's body being impaled by the spear. Explosion. A word to explain the blood spray from his back. The spear peaked from the other side of his body. Delightfuly great, is what it was. The fist was coming straight at Ikkaku's face. The air was pushing him back. Ikkaku grinned as the fist was about to hit. Demon's enjoyed their own pain almost as much as other's. As the fist closed in he stopped.

Ice. Beck was frozen. More than that, his body had shut down. The fist was looking straight at Ikkaku's face. Ikkaku yelled within himself, Hit me!

Shatter. The rest of his zanpakuto shattered and fell to the ground like stained glass. The blood seaped through the shards. His fist seemingly came closer and then fell. Ikkaku sighed. He was expecting too much. This recruit had done above exceptional. He did great for his situation. His hand grabbed Hozukimaru. Ikkaku didn't need Beck to yell, Ikkaku could feel the pain. Ikkaku, Hozukimaru, and Beck were connected spiritualy for a second. Hozukimaru being the key, the connector, the missing link, whatever. Twirl girl had proved himself.

“Dammit…” Beck mumbled the word. Ikkaku was muttering Dammit inside as well. For diffrent reasons. He wanted to be hit, feel death zonsume him. The man sprayed blood on his chest. Dammit, this man was in a way similar to Ikkaku. His thinking was closer to a demon then he lead himself to believe.

Ikkaku pulled the spear out of Beck's stomach. It was only going to get worse. He needed 4th squad attention immediately. He wasn't going to kill him. His demon blood craze was over. He felt Beck fall onto Ikkaku, and Ikkaku abliged and caught him. More blood soaked onto Ikkaku. Kenpachi would have left him to fend off for himself. Ikkaku was not Kenpachi.

"Let's go Beck-san," Ikkaku said unaware if he would ever hear or remember it. Ikkaku would take him for healing. However, Beck would wake up alone in the 4th squad barracks.

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