Byakuya could feel the life begin to slip away from Kenpachi Zaraki beneath the now once more frozen lake at Lady Isamy's feet. A song filled Byakuya's mind. He could feel the atmosphere changing around him. He could feel it in Lady Isamy. Her Hollow body resonated with great power and vibrated with brilliant love. And yet she was being tasked with the daunting process of bringing her foes to her side. They could not possibly understand the brilliance within her Majesty's mind. Her thoughts were much higher than their own. These people--the peasants at her feet. They were simply along for the ride. Lady Isamy simply wanted them to feel pleasure. If they could not do this on their own because of their ignorance, Byakuya would be the herald who aided these peasants and brought about a fantastic change in their lives. Their voyage into the next life would be stupendous.
Two of Kenpachi's allies raced to save his life. However, they lacked the power to do so in an efficient manner. They began to pound and attack the ice with all their might to free their comrade. Byakuya could not waste time with them. Instead, his attention turned to the one casting a "Drain" spell.
It was a splendidly cast spell that warmed him. Byakuya dared not to fight this "Drain". Rather, being attached to this "Bel" by the "Drain" spell, he would work with his foe. As long as Byakuya was attached to Lady Isamy, his spiritual power and life force were most abundant. No creature could absorb the sinister power that resided within Lady Isamy without becoming a Herald or succumbing to a most destructive force. Byakuya would give Bel just what they desired: An infinite supply of dark energies directly into their body. An overload of power and maliciousness. Much like a balloon, even Bel would pop.
"Take this gift from your Queen. An endless, infinite love!" Byakuya declared.
But Lady Isamy was now suffering! Byakuya recoiled, having nearly been snatched away from the Queen by the force of her wail. He returned to her side at once and prepared to mount a stronger defense. He would not let Lady Isamy be surprised again. A grand attack took her by surprise and stunned even Byakuya for a brief moment. The Herald turned its attention to the one who cast this attack. One who would dare to harm his Queen!
Silently, he spread his palms wide, and every blade which made up Senkei was drawn to his command. The full weight of Byakuya's strength filled the sky with shadow as his blades complimented Lady Isamy's newly forming Ice Dome, skewing any light that would have entered it. With both hands, Byakuya prepared to unleash his full wrath on Tenshi for harming the queen. But he ceased his command and turned his head to another. Something that the Queen hungered for--craved--was nearly within her grasp.
He had to assure her victory.
He turned his twisted head to Ravnica, nearly trapped in Isamy's power. With Senkei at his command, Byakuya bared down every blade at his command and prepared to seal away any hope of escape.
Yachiru had watched with horror as Kenpachi fell, pierced numerous times around his body. He disappeared into the lake below Isamy's feet and Yachiru could feel herself weakening. She could feel a part of her dying. "... Kenny?" she whispered to herself as her knees dug into the snow.
Two young boys raced across the waters from the forest and prepared to save Kenpachi. The lake froze at their feet and Killua and Gon immediately went into action. Gon drew all of his might and prepared a powerful punch he planned to use to crack the ice.
"Rock!" he declared as he struck with all his might at the frozen lake. But to his dismay, Gon had barely dented the magical ice. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Before they could act any further, Killua and Gon were swept up by Isamy in a massive torrent of snow, snatching them away from the lake and stopping them from freeing Kenpachi.
[G I V E U P]
Was that all she could do? Yachiru felt helpless as she stared at the lake, seeing her best friend sink further and further below. She felt her Zanpaktou shiver at her side from the cold winds. There had to be something she could do!
"KENNY!" she screeched, her heart breaking and aching. Her face swelled with tears as she darted across the ice and drew her Zanpaktou. Two creatures suddenly joined her in a sprint, one made of bone and the other large, round, and made of fur. They both wielded unique bladed weapons and followed Yachiru to the center of the lake where they just make out Kenpachi's shadow deep beneath the ice.
With every spell she could muster and every strike from her allies (Sanpo Kenjū) they struck at the ice furiously. But with every passing moment, Yachiru could feel her power slipping away. She was going to lose him soon. She was going to lose her last hope. She was going to lose Kenpachi all over again.
"KENNY!!" she screamed once more. She pounded at the ice with all her might, covering herself in her own mighty reiatsu and attempting to break through. Her fists bled, but she continued to fight. Her face stung with tears. Her head filled with fear. Her heart panicked.
And then, a sword came to her aid.
Kratos stood with his heart gripped by fear. He watched Kenpachi fall through the lake, only to see it iced over in a moments notice by the enemy's magic. It was not until he saw Killua and Gon get swept away by snow that his heart lurched. He could hear his father. He could hear Zeus.
"For once in your pathetic life, do not fail them like you failed your family!" he echoed in Kratos head.
A fire burned inside Kratos once more. Those dark red flames began to fade away and the blue fires of hope made his every fiber come to life. He sheathed his blades on his back and called forth his own godly magics to summon another weapon. Reforged by the blood of his enemies and his allies and fashioned on magics even more powerful than his own, the Blade of Promise was not something he had forgotten about. It still maintained magics from Mount Olympus, alllowing him to summon the blade at will.
It crashed down from the skies and landed in his right hand. With two hands on the hilt of the sword, Kratos leaped forward and burst through the icy dome that was forming around the lake.
He landed beside Kenpachi's ally, Yachiru. She was desperately trying to save him, but she didn't have the strength. Even so, he could feel the raw power emanating from this small child. Despite her size and appearance, she held magnificent strength. And so, he would aid her.
"Kenpachi!" Kratos barked as he raised his blade. With all of his might he brought down the blade and stabbed it into the ice. He hammered away with all his might as he stood beside Yachiru trying to save his ally. He had failed Revy, but he would not let another die while he stood idly by.
At last, a crack formed in the ice, just big enough for Yachiru to fit through.
It was dark. He was cold. The water was like ice on his skin. It reminded him of Hitsugaya's tantrums. Kenpachi could feel something raging inside him. Was it fury? Why was he angry? This was always how he had imagined he would die: in battle. And yet, he wasn't satisfied. To lose at the hands of a friend was one thing. To lose to a friend turned enemy was another.
All Kenpachi could do now was think. "Tch. What a pathetic way to die," he thought to himself. He was beginning to lose consciousness. It was such an unfamiliar feeling. It was like sleeping, but involuntarily. Worst of all, he had failed them.
The Counter Corps.
That hurt most of all. He had wanted to secure victory if only it meant he and Yachiru could still be happy. Nothing mattered more to him than her. Yet, he was lying there on the brink of death.
The water was growing colder, but he could feel a brief moment of warmth. There was a bubble above and Kenpachi could barely make out fragments of ice floating above. The tiniest beam of light fell through the ice and touched his face. He smiled as he saw a tiny swimming child barreling toward him.
With a breath he muttered her name. "Yachiru."
At this point, Yachiru's strength was minimal. Even as she was swimming, she felt her Zanpaktou begin to fade away. Kenpachi was almost lost. She had to do any and everything in her power to save him. Even if that meant...
She touched Kenpachi's Captain's robe and clung to it tightly. In these freezing waters, she could barely feel life coming from his body. "Kenny," she whispered. Yachiru pulled herself close to Kenpachi and clung to him with a hug. She laid her head against his own and kissed his forehead.
She chuckled lightly as she mocked Kenpachi. "You know," she began as he finally was able to muster the strength to turn to face her.
"If you had just used me properly," Yachiru said with a soft smile. "You wouldn't be in this predicament."
Kenpachi didn't understand. "Yachiru. I'm sorry."
She touched the wound in his chest where his heart should have been, and Kenpachi could feel a sudden surge of strength.
"Yachiru?" Kenpachi asked. He could breathe again. He could feel his strength returning. He could feel so much. But he could also feel Yachiru slipping away. "What's going on?" he asked.
"This is the power, Kenny. The power that everyone calls Ban-kai," Yachiru said with a smile.
Kenpachi took Yachiru by her hand. "What are you talking about? I can't--I've only just discovered my Shikai."
Yachiru giggled. "You've had it all along, you big dummy. You just didn't know it."
Kenpachi frowned. "Then. You're--"
"Say it with me, Kenny," Yachiru said.
With her final breath and in unison with her best friend, they spoke together. "Bankai."
Kratos could see a bright light beneath the ice. It was a golden light that warmed everything it touched. But in the instance that he felt its warmth, he could feel something much worse within. This golden light quickly lost its color until it was entirely black. Kratos leaped away from the ice and escaped outside of Isamy's Ice Dome.
The ice over the lake exploded and a violent plume of water erupted into the sky. The black light caused the lake to evaporate once more, leaving nothing but a dried bed of rock beneath.
And at the bottom of this bed of rock, Kenpachi rested on his knees, his power completely out of control.
He gripped his weapon tightly and slowly began to stand. He turned his head up to Isamy and his empty eyes landed on Byakuya.