Hercules: Crossover Style! Chapter SevenHercules: Crossover Style!Hercules: Crossover Style! Chapter Seven by moonlitinuyasha1985
Chapter Seven: What makes a true hero
(I do not, nor will I EVER, own Bleach or Hercules. They both belong to Tite Kubo and Disney.)
Isshin decided to pay his two sons a visit after hearing about Ichigo's many glorious feats.
"You should've seen me, Dad!" Ichigo exclaimed. "I was unstoppable! I mangled the Desert Hyacinth! Chugged barrels of wine down its throat! Saved thousands of people in the process, and finished the monster off with a Getsuga Tensho!"
As he was saying this, he demonstrated what he did via wrestling with Shiro, not that the latter minded. Isshin chuckled as he watched them.
"Just like Kisuke taught me," Ichigo continued, "I analyzed the situation, controlled my strength, and then bam!"
He mock punched Shiro, who pretended to be defeated and fell into a nearby pond.
"Instant hero," Ichigo smirked, "The crowds were going wild!"
He imitated a roaring crowd with Shiro waving a flag that had Ichigo's face on it.
Trident War: Chapter 3Trident War: Chapter 3 by NexusYuber
Mack never liked the room that was assigned to him. Two years of those drab grey walls—metal slats riveted into place—had sucked the color from his world, replacing it with a sense of efficiency and duty that bordered on the mechanical. The hard edges of the steel bed-frame, the closet lined with identical suits on white hangers, the symmetrical arrangement of the wall-mounted monitors; it all contributed to that profound feeling that the agents of Section 66 were simply cogs in a larger machine, one with a purpose beyond reckoning. It was as much a room as it was a cage.
All he wanted to do was take a bucket of green paint and dash it against those damn, colorless walls.
The feeling of his aching knuckles trailed into this forearm, twisting his bones just enough that he could sense the pressure. It was waxing and waning like an ill-tuned radio, sending static to his brain every few moments. He twisted his wrist to help alleviate the feel
Aladdin: Crossover Style! EpilogueAladdin: Crossover Style!Aladdin: Crossover Style! Epilogue by moonlitinuyasha1985
(I do not, nor will I EVER, own Bleach, Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, or Aladdin. They all belong to Tite Kubo, Shinobu Ohtaka, and Disney.)
Rukia walked over to Ichigo as they watched the black metal vessel fly off in the distance. She held his hand, though they both look melancholy.
"Rukia, I'm sorry that I lied to you about being a prince." Ichigo apologized.
"Don't worry," Rukia told him. "I know why you did it."
Kisuke, now in his giant form, poked his head out from around the corner and is shocked by their conversation.
"So...is this goodbye?" Ichigo asked, dismally.
"Damn that stupid law!" Rukia cursed. "If only it didn't exist. Then, we could be together."
"I know," Ichigo agreed.
"It's just not fair," Rukia added. "I love you."
Kisuke wiped away his tears at the heart-wrenching scene; Aladdin sniffled and wiped his eyes, as well.
"Ichi, don't worry. You still have one wish left." Kisuke spoke up. "Just say the word and you
Good-bye. GrimmIchiThe moment Grimmjow watched his and Ichigo's son be rushed behind the double doors of the E.R. was the very moment he knew his son wasn't coming back alive. Yet, for the sake of Ichigo and his own psyche he continued to say everything would be fine while he held Ichigo close to him and rubbed his shoulder.Good-bye. GrimmIchi by DeadPoet4lyfe
An hour had passed, and then another, before the doctor came before Grimmjow still dressed in the scrubs that, with no doubt in his mind, were covered in his son's blood. The doctor held a solemn expression as he separated Grimmjow from Ichigo to deliver the news that Grimmjow expected, but wasn't quite ready to hear.
He placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder and almost whispered the apology for not being able to revive his son. Grimmjow searched the doctors' eyes for a better answer, for a sign that told him that this was sick joke and that his son was alright. The doctor removed his hand from Grimmjow's shoulder and gave more inaudible condolences as he walked off.