THIS S#IT'S WHY I STOPPED COMING TO SCHOOL (Private)

Fantasia listened to Len's explanations, but a part of her—or rather several dozen parts of her—did not even want to hear his excuses. A hollow was a hollow, and everything born of hollows was to be despicable; no good could come out of a beast like that. Even he said it, the Arrancar as he called it had tried to kill him. It was not a matter of innocence as it was something of naivety. It wouldn't matter how Len took care of the situation himself, Fantasia held no forgiveness for any of their actions. It was for that reason that the blonde would look away back towards sight-seeing, not wishing to continue this part of the conversation any longer. It turns out, however, that what her gray hues shifted towards was the bloody crimson (with a tinge of neon) orb hurtling in their direction like a cannonball. Her eyes widened just as the aerial bike swerved sharply to the side to narrowly dodge the projectile. Fantasia was half out of her seat already, having just about to have leaped off; but it turns out she was safe, albeit teetering dangerously around before settling back into the small smidgen of seat behind Len. Fantasia looked down, and wouldn't you have it, it was a Hollow. She knew it from the mask it wore, all Hollows donning the same type of bone-like face. This was really not want Fantasia wanted, especially in her exhausted state. But Len...

What exactly was he doing? He had stopped the bike and taken his hands off of the handlebars, now making strange gestures with his fingers that she couldn't quite understand, while in the meantime the bike and the people who happened to be riding it at the time were falling to the ground. "What the hell are you—?!" was all she managed to yell at him, before his movements actually produced a visual result. A brilliant golden image formed before them just before Len took control of the vehicle again and circled the creation. The Hollow launched itself at this strange figure, trying to attack it, but it was doing something of its own. Speaking some chant, making certain movements, Fantasia was practically anticipating what came next. The golden being finished it with a loud cry, before thrusting its palms forward and firing off a blinding beam that had Fantasia squinting through her eyes. The hollow tried to evade, but couldn't quite get away in time as the ray blasted one of its claws into nothingness. It cried out in rage, visibly shaking Fantasia's being as its hollowed eyes fell upon her. Len asked something; it took a while for her to actually comprehend his words, and even longer to craft a response.

"Just go forward!" She screamed at him as the sinister creature was gaining on them. The specific directions could come afterward, as long as they got away from this monstrosity first. They had to be at least a football field's worth away from it before Fantasia would even call out a second set of instructions, pointing in the correct direction just so that he had a visual aid to assist him. He would get there no problem, she knew, but the issue was whether or not the Hollow would be there in curtly manner. And then she realized: Yoruichi! "Just hurry to our place, as fast as you can! There's someone there who can help us!" For once, she thought as she clinged to Len's waist, she was glad to know Yoruichi would be there waiting for her.

The bike was ripping through the air, moving with God speed in the direction they needed to go; just a little more and they would be there in the safety of a Shinigami. But, in actuality the time it took for Fantasia to think such happy and optimistic thoughts, they were not heading in the right direction. In fact, the vehicle had taken a surprise swerve and was now heading in the opposite direction. A cry of distress escaped from Fantasia's mouth, but she didn't get to complain much longer as she was cut off by an unfamiliar deep voice emanating from the male in front of her. It was quite the radical change in both tone and styling, and suddenly not as anxious as it were but a second ago. Fantasia observed with shaken wide eyes as Len transformed right before her, his hair losing its golden touch for that of a silvered look, while a strange ebon energy transfused into and enveloped around his arms. The blond would quiet herself, albeit warily, trusting Len as long as she was not in the crossfire of the Hollow's attack once again. Surprise, surprise, that trust did not go as far as Len could be thrown, as the Hollow was able to get back in range thanks to Len's maneuver, to begin charging up yet another Cero. The girl's muscles tensed.

As the bright red projectile propelled out of the creature's mouth toward them once more, it would strike Len head on, creating a massive hole it the boy's body while simultaneously absorbing the destructive energy so that it would not pass through him and hit anybody behind him. However, there was no one behind him; Fantasia was out of her seat and several dozen meters apart from any part of his bike simply floating in mid-air. She looked up Len in disbelief, thinking the Hollow had just killed him—yet, to her surprise he began to regenerate his flesh from nothing. Bones grew back out at alarming rates, as muscles wove themselves around that structure before subsequently being enveloped by patches of skin that would restitch themselves up to create a flawless surface of flesh. It did not save his clothing from the blast, however, though that was a small side note. While Fantasia was in even more shock than she had been from watching him being blown apart by the Hollow, Len was charging a crimson energy of his own into his hands, and chanting something that only became loud upon the last word. In rebuttal to the Hollow's attack, a blast larger that the Cero several time over washed over the corrupted soul and obliterated it from the World of the Living. Not a fleck of the creature was left to tell the tale.

Len calmed, red becoming white, and white becoming gold again to resume the form Fantasia had seen him most in. He was speaking something, but his tired voice was far too quiet for Fantasia to hear from the great distance she had created from him. She was still floating in mid-air, her wide gray hues looking upon the young man with something resembling fear. her body was shaking, though it wasn't able to be seen clearly beneath the flapping fabrics of her clothing that caught the strong winds way up here. She would recall the last word she had heard Len utter comprehensibly, and repeated it to herself in a broken whisper: "Cero," she said, "Cero... is a hollow's attack." This time louder, and hopefully it would become clear to the young man what the young woman was getting at. But before Len could even offer so much as an explanation, Fantasia was shaking her head violently in disbelief, and spitting out a distraught cry. She spun around and blasted off toward her house at top speed, which despite her exhaustion was shocking fast and capable of popping the sound barrier. There was nothing Fantasia wanted now, nothing but to be in familiar and comfortable arms. Yoruichi...