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BLEACHED!
The blue-haired stranger fell on her knees as the wounded Hollow drew back and wailed in pain. The demonic creature was wounded and beaten back for a moment, but the Shinigami was out of commission. After a moment, she fell flat on her face and her grip on her katana released.
"Shinigami!" the redhead called out.
"You fool..." the downed Death God squeezed between laboured, pained breaths. "You should already know your strength is nothing against that... Or did you think it would all end smoothly if you just gave it your soul?" With that, the stranger lifted her head, looking at the redhead's stunned face. "At this rate, we're all just waiting to be it's prey."
Dragging herself on all fours, the Shinigami crawled to a lamp post and rested her back against it. "Do you... want to save your family?" she asked, her voice strained with the effort.
"Of course!" the human replied. "Is there a way?"
"There's only one," the bluette replied quietly. "You... must become a Shinigami!" Ignoring the startled face of the human, she continued. "Thrust this zanpakuto through your heart and I will pour my powers into you." The Hollow raised it's head again, preparing to attack. "I don't know if this will work. But there isn't any other way."
The Hollow began approaching as the human hesitated for a small moment, then said. "Give me your sword, Shinigami."
"I'm not 'Death God'," the bluette replied. "I'm Suzumi Tamao."
The Hollow charged as the human took the blade in her hands and pointed it towards her heart. "I am Aoi Nagisa."
The sword was driven home.