Kuchiki Homecoming

Takehiko found a quiet place and sat down. Bringing his zanpakuto out into his hand he turned it around. Gripping it reversed with his grip while touching the blade with his other hand. Focusing on his meditation now he listened to a small trickle of water. Dripping from the pipe nearby, slowly the ripple began to travel across his senses. The black coloring around him as he began to envision the location. What once was a void of shade and darkness. Slowly that dark picture began to reveal itself more. The sound of drips didn't fade, however. No, if anything they grew more as he opened his gaze. A woman had become clear as day to him. But so too did the area around her, several crimson puddles. This place was an ocean of blood far as the eye could see. Takehiko's first reaction was to stare. She spoke and her name came partly through. Saying for him to speak her name. Her voice was traditional and very calm, her visage was of a Japanese woman. Wearing a kimono of black with a red ribbon around her waist.

His eyes focusing more on the detail of her face now. Pale skin with red liquid running down her eyes and nose. One along her mouth as well seemed to be these crimson lines. The realization became more clear as he looked at her. Not with disgust, no that couldn't be. She was part of him just as Senbonzakura was his Uncle. He'd not retreat from her he steadied his resolve. Knowing his body somehow remained above the blood. Not sinking into it as she spoke yet again this time speaking. "Come, master, call my name. I have waited for your voice to call for me." Takehiko heard the words and his mouth moved now. Saying her name before a sudden spike of pain came in the real world. "Chi no Miru, your my zanpakuto?" He said realizing this was his partner from now on. She joined Ruin and Akuma as those who he fought alongside. Gently his eyes opened realizing the gravity of the situation. His zanpakuto had changed the red tassel inside of his wrist.

Spikes had pierced his hand through and a red line of steady color flowed through the blade. Takehiko's eyes beginning to widen as he understood more. His blood did not trickle wasted on the ground. No, his zanpakuto hungrily sucked his inside of it. But what could he do with this now as he wasn't sure? This changed so many things about what he wanted to accomplish. One step forward and ten steps right backward again. What did he do, he could think and sense techniques. She was teaching him how to fight with her yes. But the problem became this was a limited tank. His body didn't wield infinite blood. He didn't feel pain from it piercing his wrist and palm. Rather he felt nothing as though he merely wielded his sword as normal. But this wasn't normal since he knew what was happening to him. He was bleeding into his weapon fueling it with his life essence.