Do Me A Wrong

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Rays of golden power erupted and heaved through the massive chamber. He increased his outpour of demonic taint and grounded himself from being pushed back. In a final burst, the intense power disappeared, leaving Souji and Ichigo cloaked in malevolence.

"That," A regal, ancient and all too feminine voice called. "Would be Our charge."

Ichigo looked up, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his mouth fell open in utter shock.

Yasaka had been beauty embodied…but this woman was beyond anything that Ichigo could comprehend. No, beautiful would be an insult, completely insufficient as a description.

'Divine…' Ichigo wondered in awe.

Ebony strands of pure silk held by golden pins hung at waist length. It framed her head and was elegantly cut across her shining brow. It had a luster that seemed to draw in the light around it, all too akin to a raven's feathers.

The shape of her eyes was perfectly oriental, yet still, they seemed to be hawk-like and sharp. Thick and long lashes that shadowed her eyes, delicately fluttered in a strong appraisal. And her gaze, her irises were of molten gold that shone with the understanding of the millennia. Soft lips, small and thin, pressed into a thin line embodied what the word lovely wished to define. Her nose was a delicate shaping, surpassing any marble work made by the greatest of sculptors.

There was no possible way this woman, this exquisiteness was in any way of this world. She looked ethereal, fleeting, as if the world itself could not comprehend her existence. There was a sharp movement to the right of him and Ichigo craned his neck, making sure to keep the unearthly woman in his sight at all times.

Souji had fallen to his knees, his head bowed as low as possible. Ichigo's eyes flickered back to the woman even as hers had moved to Souji.

"Leave us Souji," Her voice was like waves of light. Evanescent and flowing impossibly.

Souji, in response, was as serious as he ever heard the man. "As you command…Amaterasu-sama."

Ichigo stopped breathing. 'WHAT!'

He didn't notice Souji respectfully backtrack out of the room. He didn't hear the doors shut behind him. All that was going through his mind was an attempt to process what he had just heard Souji utter.

"Does that young upstart desire to irritate Us by parading another of his stolen trophies?" Her words snapping him out of his thoughts.

As his eyes once more drank in her encompassing radiance and magnificence, he found himself feeling something too familiar. Similar to the feeling Grayfia elicited earlier this morning.

A dull ache spread through his chest.

A single delicate eyebrow arched. "Have you no honored words of greeting to offer Us, Kurosaki Ichigo?"

"I-I…" Ichigo found himself unable to speak.

"Such eloquence," She drawled. "Surely, Masaki, you would grieve for your son if you beheld him now.'

Ichigo's eyes broke wide. "What?" He breathed in disbelief.

"You-you knew my mother?" He asked, nearly shaking in incredulity.

She flicked her wrist and the faces drifted away into glittering dust. "Yet she was robbed from Us, even as you were robbed as well." A sudden undercurrent of anger in her resonant voice.

She rose from her throne and Ichigo couldn't help but notice the grandeur of her bearings. A robe of deep purple majesty and onyx silk. It shifted shades and hues. And draped over her shoulders was magnificent fur of the purest white. She descended the stairs and came to a stop in front of him. A single hand rose, and the world around them shimmered.

Gone was the throne room of Kyoto's Imperial Castle.

Instead, Ichigo stared in awe as they stood upon a mountaintop, high in the air and swathed in wisps of broken clouds. The mountain itself was covered in small grass and, Ichigo turned around as Amaterasu moved past him. A large flowering plum tree of effervescent pinks stood tall and proud. Its heavy roots growing into and around the mountain top.

"She was a unique child, Masaki was," Amaterasu said in a quiet tone. "Despite her rearing, she still bowed to Us."

A single stone bench sat underneath the solitary tree and Amaterasu took to it with all grace and poise befitting her station. "Twenty years now, come and gone, when she and your father made a trip to Ise. To Our shrine. Unknown to either yet known to Us, a life being formed, a soul setting in place."

The implications of her words rang strong in Ichigo's mind and he couldn't help but wonder why a drop of sorrow had entered those shifting gold eyes. "We beheld you. At once, we recognized the weaves of Fate and Destiny that enshrouded you. We set watch, knowing the greatness you would bring in your wake."

The barest hints of sorrow crept on to her immaculate features. "As Our son, We gave you Our blessing. By no quirk of Fate, is your soul named Zangetsu. In Our honor, in tribute to Our favour,"

"Of course," Words fell like nectar and chime upon his ears. "The land beneath Us, it is Our garden. Our nursery."

She raised a hand cut like diamond and mystifying light arose in a fine mist. A myriad of faces and people reflected through dancing facets. "Nihon-jin*, they are all Our children. For We watch, We guide and We bless. Your mother was no different for she was born of Our people. Our claim was greater upon her than even the Slumbering King."

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