Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
"Hey!" yelled Tsubaki, materialising. He felt insulted on behalf of his siblings. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I am Zangetsu;" declared the sword with great pride. "I am not here to perform any kind of konsou upon my host. War is at hand, war on an unprecedented scale that endangers all four realms. Even if Ichigo should crumble and fall for petty reasons, I shall never back down from my duty."
"Zangetsu…" breathed Tsubaki in awe, eyes sparkling. "I swear to all eight million kami I am your biggest fan." He flew in loops around the zanpakuto. "If my mistress had just half your resolve! Man, I coulda sliced Aizen in half weeks ago!"
Wavy brown hair and cloak as black as blindness ruffled by mysterious winds, the sword regarded the miniscule ninja in baffled silence. He wondered when and how the conversation had become so derailed.
"…Would you autograph my wing?"
Zangetsu felt a tad wrong-footed. Dare say, he hesitated. "I…don't have a pen."
Hell Butterfly, Chapter 38
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