• I've come back

    These are my thoughts.
    This is my mind.
    A story I'll tell,
    to ease your bind.

    About not three but four stooges instead
    Rescuing the girl the first one had led.

    He was her captain and she was his girl
    She was destined for greatness
    until the fight had uncurled.

    This fight was her master
    and arrancaar to boot
    the demon was faster
    but Inari would refute.

    He fought really hard
    Of that their was no doubt
    Forcing his hand
    the seal came out.

    Shikai was called
    and matched with ressereccion
    Bankai was called
    Reishi going into recession

    Clashing and bashing not singing a song
    No more then tension to right what had been wronged
    For the demon had his blade at her throat
    No longer for honor the two had spoke.

    For this was a fight
    A fight to the death
    The only loser would be one without breath

    Neither would lose
    but many wounds would they plunder
    Cero would've spelled death
    If not for the blunder

    The girl was part hollow,
    A secret she held
    Inari knew but lieutenant he spelled

    Nothing was wrong, no mask no whole
    but Soul-society judged her not by role
    Race played it's hand in this court
    Every single hollow they aimed to abort.

    For those without pure blood
    in this day and age
    are meant to be executed right on the stage.

    Fleeing the scene
    Inari took coward
    Leaving his girl
    as a wilted flower.

    Abandoned he couldn't return
    If he did what trust could he earn?
    He stumbled upon a boy with the sight
    To see this shinigami, the kid must've been bright

    This was not true, well in the traditional sense
    The kid was genius but he really dense
    Nevertheless, the power he had
    To fix this deed to fix what was sad.

    For his friend was bount
    of this he knew not
    To think how many lives
    how many people he saw rot.

    Eventually he moved on, Inari's power with him
    His body now gone
    His power would show on a whim.
    But in the captains almost futile loss
    Evil was growing, individuality the cost.

    For though Rohk was strong of heart
    Inside his head he was torn apart.
    A ruffian past made his evil appear
    Though he loved his friends he had a fear
    That they would dessert him and they would be gone
    Without them what would he live for? Why would he go on?

    That didn't matter right now, it was a side-trip.
    For later in his story when his vitality takes a dip.
    Fighting through enemies achieving bankai
    He ripped through his enemies regardless of cry.

    For his mission was clear a girl was to be had.
    To salvage her happiness with Inari she was mad.
    For the broken promise he had made to her
    Even in death he could not deter

    His power was lent and his spirit was gone
    But his memories lasted, so he went on and on
    Rohk made good on Inari's promise to keep
    He saved her from hell, her soul was not reaped.

    Though troubled and torn, the two were the same.
    It was back on earth a friendship was gained.
    Protect he would and she would he.
    Bound for the good of a family tree.