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Note: This is loosely linked to the story "Lethal Hornet, Timid Healer"

Hanataro admitted it, though it was never like he actually denied it in the first place.

He wasn't strong, at least not physically…maybe not even mentally…But he could definitely take a beating and get back up to take another.

He paused for a moment after dropping another Soul Reaper to the smooth tiled floor beneath him.

Did that make him an idiot? Did that make everything he did a fool's task? Helping those who had harmed him, those he knew would just keep harming him, even if it was his job to do so; is that stupidity at its best?

Hanataro paused again before casually ducking another fist. He quickly grabbed the arm attached to it, twisted it behind its owner's back (hearing a satisfying scream as a result), and broke it before breaking the jaw of another Soul Reaper (who mistakenly thought he could surprise him) with one of his infamous kicks.

"Sweet Chin Music"

He grinned as another random Soul Reaper lunged at him, zanpakuto fully extended to cut Hanataro's head off. Which one, he wasn't sure, but it didn't matter.

"Fulfill, Hisagomaru," he shouted, raising his zanpakuto high into the sky. He smirked as he saw the fear plastered on the face of the opponents before him.

They knew what was coming.

In one quick, vertical swipe Hisagomaru produced a devastating tidal wave of crimson energy that promptly wiped out his remaining opponents. Another smirk appeared as the short-haired boy watched his defeated opponents squirming on the ground, groaning about their injuries and begging, begging, him not to kill them.

Hanataro admitted it, though it was never like he actually denied it in the first place.

He wasn't strong, at least not physically…maybe not even mentally…at least not in their world.

But in this world, his world, he was the strongest. Stronger than anyone around him; lying at his feet with blood dripping cuts along their faces and bodies.

They were the weak ones now!

"No one can beat me," Hanataro growled, sheathing his zanpakuto before walking away from his latest masterpiece.

He was right, to an extent. He had defeated all the Captains, excluding his own for obvious reasons, even the three Arrancar Commanders. The few friends he had didn't stand a chance against his new techniques, but he did hold back (especially against Rukia and Orihime). Though, in hindsight, he should have gone all out on Ichigo.

It would have saved him a serious beating.

His invincible mindset was further nailed into his hardened brain with the defeat of Ikkaku and Renji, having defeated them both at the same time and with relative ease that he wouldn't have had had he fought a Captain one-on-one.

After that, no one was a problem for Hanataro, at least until she showed up…

Every day he would come back and easily defeat his previous opponents, but then every day she would come back and easily defeat him!

His stomach tightened as he remembered those stoic, dark green eyes of hers staring down at his tired (and beaten) body. Then she smiled at him, albeit a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. It wasn't one of condescension or satisfaction at beating him, it was more congratulatory. It was a 'Good job on lasting this long, heh, I actually broke a sweat' smile.

"Better luck next time," she whispered loud enough for him to hear as she brushed back a stray strand of hair from her face, taking her leave soon after.

He blushed as he remembered the glimpse he caught under her extremely short kimono, which may as well be called a skirt.

After shaking the redness from his face, Hanataro frowned as he began to run through the streets of his world, looking for the lieutenant who defeated him.

She should be showing up anytime now; showing up to squash his current winning streak like she always did. It was like she enjoyed it; even though her face, that melancholy-like face with those stoic green eyes, didn't show it, he knew she enjoyed wiping the floor with him every day.

Maybe he enjoyed it too?

After all, was it pride, was it anger at losing, was it a desire to fight such a powerful (and beautiful) opponent again, or was it a masochistic feeling that drove him to seek her out now?

After all, she always came to him. So, why was he seeking her out?

He was doing this out of worry, as she had yet to show up.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest as he increased his speed, blowing past would-be opponents with such speed that the wind Hanataro had picked up threw them, viciously, into a nearby wall.

He still couldn't find or even sense her, prompting him to wonder whether she was even still alive…

Immediately, he shook the thought from his head and leapt onto a nearby wall in order to get a better view. She can't be dead; there wasn't anyone here who could defeat her, considering how he had defeated everyone he'd encountered. If he defeated them, he knew she could defeat them.

Unless they ganged up on her, but why would they do that? He's their target here.

He leapt onto another wall, his pace decreasing slightly as he thought of places she would be. That would be relatively difficult, considering how he didn't even know her name.

"I guess that's what you get when you're focusing solely on a person's looks," Hanataro mused, chuckling slighty.

In fact the only reason he knows she's a lieutenant is because of that armband on the left sleeve of her kimono. But at least he could significantly narrow the lieutenant list down to three squads whose lieutenants he didn't know the names of: Squad 7, 8, and 12.

He had just passed the 11th Squad Headquarters (wreaking some havoc as he did so), so checking the 12th Squad Headquarters would be his first place of investigation.

His legs groaned in pain as he increased his speed again, but he ignored them. He was on a mission and no one, not even himself, was going to stop him! He was going to find the lieutenant he defeated him, The Unbeatable One.

He smirked as the 12th Squad Headquarters came into his view, but immediately frowned and slowed down. Now that he thought about it, he hated the 12th Squad. It wasn't their fault he hated them, but he still hated them.

They were similar to the 4th Squad in many ways, more specifically their combat expertise. In general, it was lacking, extremely lacking. Some may argue they're worse fighters than the 4th Squad, yet they still get more respect than the 4th Squad does (at least from the 11th Squad). In fact, he'd rarely hear about any 11th Squad members happily hopping over to the 12th Squad Headquarters (which was very, very close by, in fact it was a lot closer than the 4th Squad Headquarters) and harassing a few 12th Squad Members.

"Probably because of all the RedCherries™ they keep producing, then there's the MyPhone™ and the XCube360™, FS3™, WiiL™, and-Ugh!"

Just thinking about why they got more respect made him hate them even more! Though, it still wasn't fair to them, Hanataro admitted (calming down a bit). Then it dawned on him.

The woman he fought was a fighter, and the 12th Squad was not fighter centric, as he had pointed out before. He came to a full stop and wondered whether or not he should go visit the remaining Squads, seeing as how looking for the woman here would prove to be pointless.

He was, of course, wrong.

"I'm touched that you've come looking for me," a familiar voice mused, drawing Hanataro's attention to the wall next to him. Leaning against it with folded arms and a relatively amused look was the woman he had fought so many times before.

Instinctively, Hanataro reached for Hisagomaru, his hand trembling as he grabbed its hilt; something that had never happened before, at least not in his world. She smiled at this novice behavior and let out a small 'Awww.'

"Are you cold," she asked in an amused, and somewhat condescending, tone as she casually walked over to him, "Would you like me to warm you up?"

Hanataro timidly shook his head, shakily unsheathing Hisagomaru. It immediately fell from his grip and onto the tiled streets beneath him when the woman suddenly grabbed him by his shoulders. His body trembled with fright he'd only know outside of his world under her touch as she moved one of her hands to cup his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.

It was strange, to him at least, how those dark green eyes of hers seemed to grow less stoic each time he saw them.

She released him after a few seconds, a small smile on her face, and began to walk away while motioning for him to follow her. He complied and, as he walked after her, her speed began to increase to a run.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling as he painfully ran after her. His legs hated him now, but he had to catch her, he had to fight her despite all the pain he was in now.

After all, this wasn't about his legs, it was about his pride as king of this world!

Their little chase ended when they arrived at a small clearing in the middle of a relatively dense forest. Hanataro fought the urge to collapse to the ground and catch his breath, instead he decided to slump over and clutch his knees as he took in slow (manly) deep breaths.

He blushed when he noticed she was watching him and he quickly stood up straight; chest out, muscles flexed, blade drawn, and zanpakuto extended.

The woman looked at him with amusement and sighed before taking an offensive stance, "27 losses already?"

"21," Hanataro mumbled loud enough for her to hear. He cringed when he realized he had fallen into her trap as her smile had widened.

"Oh, that many in only 11 days?"

"…5…"

Again, he had fallen into her trap.

"Let's make it 22 and 6 now," she shrugged, letting out a small giggle as she analyzed Hanataro's determined face, "Shall we begin?"

Hanataro nodded and immediately ran towards her, Hisagomaru leading the way. She casually blocked the attack and flash stepped around the boy, delivering a swift kick to his back.

Hanataro clutched the point of impact in pain, barely avoiding another attack from the woman. She was relatively surprised by this, leaving her open for a low zanpakuto sweep that knocked her off her feet.

"Fulfill, Hisagomaru," Hanataro shouted before directing the crimson tidal wave Hisagomaru produced towards the fallen girl. She quickly rolled out of the way, though not before the tidal wave had struck her leg.

"Is that the best you've got," she smirked, brushing her legs off as if the attack did nothing. In fact, it barely did do anything, in fact she probably could have taken the wave head on and still be perfectly fine, something that irritated the young healer/king.

She lunged at him, aiming a kick at his vulnerable jaw. Trying not to get distracted by the view he had been given, Hanataro quickly rolled under the attack and the woman, delivering a launching kick from the ground that sent her 20 feet into the air.

"Ah, I'm sorry," he timidly exclaimed as a grunt of pain escaped the woman. He shook his head, and grew determined again. He didn't need to apologize to her!

Quickly rolling onto his stomach, Hanataro skillfully pushed off of the ground and into the air, rolling into a ball before extending his leg to perform a midair axe kick.

"That's okay," the woman smiled at him, easily blocking his attack. In the blink of an eye she was gone, leaving a trail of the sweet smelling perfume she wore where she had been. It reached around him in a ghostly manner and he realized what was coming next, his ribs did too before an iron strong kick connected with them half a second later.

He screamed in pain when his back connected with a nearby oak tree, nearly breaking it (and him) in half. The woman casually walked over to his fallen body, assuming the fight was over; a big mistake on her part.

In the blink of an eye, a golden, spiky aura surrounded Hanataro and he quickly rolled at the girl, damaging her legs to an extent. He linked it with another launching kick and, this time, successfully completed his axe kick, allowing him to link in a few more attacks to level the playing field.

She kicked it up a notch, or two, maybe even three judging by the way she quickly dropped Hanataro. That dreaded spin of hers always got him. Like a damn tornado it was unpredictable and difficult, but not impossible, to block.

But right now it was impossible.

She finished the attack with a devastating kick that Hanataro lessened by kicking her as well, sending them both flying into the lush green grass below. She quickly recovered from the clash and ran towards him, a quick Flash Scurry™ saving him from being injured.

Before she could react, he removed two green liquid filled jars from his person and tossed their contents on her, stunning her long enough for him to perform another rolling attack. Unfortunately, she completely blocked it, leaving Hanataro wide open.

He closed his eyes, preparing for imminent defeat. His body trembled as a burst of Captain level spiritual pressure suddenly appeared and then disappeared. Reluctantly, his eyes opened to the sight of the woman leaning against a nearby tree for support, her legs shaking under her weight.

"Fulfill," Hanataro shouted as he scrambled to his feet, swinging Hisagomaru in front of him, "Hisago…maru…"

He all but froze when he realized she had moved before he even began his Shikai command and that his Shikai was effectively wasted on destroying 30 of the trees in front of him.

He could feel the heat of her breath against his trembling neck and, though she was behind him, he could see that emerald fire in her eyes.

That's when she unloaded on him, performing a series of tornado spins and kicks, punches and slaps, and finally she summoned that horrid slug creature to finish him off.

This was a rare touch, but otherwise everything went just like he expected it to: He'd have a relatively good advantage at first, then she'd gain the upper hand, then they'd both be in the red, then she'd wipe the floor with him.

He groaned in pain as he attempted, and failed, to roll onto his stomach.

A small giggle could be heard. Hanataro painfully lifted his head to see the green eyed woman looming over him, staring down at him with those lovely eyes. She smiled at him, brushing back a stray strand of hair from her face, and turned to leave.

"Better luck next time, Hana," she giggled, waving at him as the forest around them slowly melted into white gooey goo.

"W-wait," Hanataro called out to her, his body slowly sinking into the melting landscape. The woman paused and looked over her shoulder at him, "W-who are you?"

The woman seemed shocked by this question, but that was soon replaced by amusement.

"My name is-"

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"Nemu Kurotsuchi," Hanataro exclaimed as he sat up in his bed, panting uncontrollably as if he'd nearly drowned in that strange liquid. After a few seconds of deep breathing and brow wiping, Hanataro tiredly lied back down on his bed and began to think.

Hanataro vs. Nemu fight is based on their 'Bleach: Dark Souls' (DS) movesets.