Chapter 2. The Convention.

(Comic-Con 1,778 Years Ago)

It felt great not being bombarded by people. Sure there was the occasional fan that would ask for a picture but in the end Lana and I weren't bothered much by them... Although a few guys would try to flirt with us, only to be shot down as I pulled Lana in close to me.

It was funny watching some of them become crestfallen over the site of the two of us holding each other close... Then there was the occasional bigot that would rant saying what we were doing is wrong and we would spend eternity in hell for it.

That's when I had gotten angry, getting into there faces using my real voice to tell them off!

In the end I made most of them runaway. And the last one I made cry.

We walked away from that scene, Lana, and I hand in gloved hand with a Spartan and Batman on our sides. "Devin, I love you." This came from Batman as he patted me on the back.

"Get in line Jacob, right now he's mine." Was Lana's response. Walking through a crowded building with what looked like two of the most beautiful Cosplayers walking very closely with each other gathered alot of attention... Not to mention flashes of Camera phones.

"Hay, hay I don't love him that much Lana by all rights he's yours just by damn Devin you showed those assholes what's up."

I chuckled lightly having a blush come to my cheeks. "Ahh, look what you did Batman! You're embarrassing her." And there goes the Spartan with his quip. "That was pretty cool Devin, although if any of them tried to hurt you ya know we got your back right?"

I laughed at this. "Well of course I know that you big metal lug. Hell if that ma5b was real I know you'd pop a cap in their asses."

"Damn straight." Casey laughed.

Walking into a new room we came across many stalls of vendors selling their wares. There we saw different people in costume looking through different stalls. I saw Pyramid Head of Silent Hill looking at a small ring, a guy dressed as Solaire of Astora from Dark souls holding a white staff and Krieg a Psycho from Borderlands wildly swinging a rusty knife.

There was one stall though that caught my green colored contacted eyes. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen... What can this humble merchant do for you." The vendor called before noticing where my eyes were looking. "Ah I see the Arrancar likes what she sees?"

I just nod my head picking up the life like replica of Halibel's Zanpakuto. It felt so real and so very right to hold. As I twirled the sword in my hands I could tell it was expertly crafted by that of a master blacksmith.

The blade it's self is hollow in the middle, nothing but the edges of the blade that made up the part of the Zanpakuto. Its handle is purple, and its guard is as wide as its blade, with three small holes on either end.

I wanted it. And I didn't care what the cost was.

"How much?" I asked holding Tiburon, the name of Halibel's Zanpakuto.

The merchant laughed at this. "For the only woman I have seen perfectly pull off looking like the 3rd ranked Espada of Hueco Mundo? The only payment I ask is that of a simple picture.

'A picture? Just a simple picture!?' This deal is to good to pass up.

"I'll do it!"

"Excellent!" The merchant said as he pulled out antique looking camera. He gave me the description of the picture he wanted and even though he asked for me to show just a bit more skin, I obliged.

It was either that or pay the full amount the replica actually cost.

And the picture he wanted, required me to unzip my jacket...

And the thing is, what people don't know about me is that when I get into character, I model after that character to the tee. So when my costume for Comic-con this year was Tier Harribel, I made every point to get every inch of my body to look exactly like the Arrancar.

That meant tanning my skin, letting my hair grow out, coloring my hair blonde, green contacts for my eyes, blonde colored eyelashes, custom made silicon breasts that I ordered to be the exact size and shape with the number 3 colored on the inside of the right breast.

Wearing corsets (which hurt like a bitch)to give me that nice hour-glass figure along with training my voice to sound just like the female Arrancar.

And all of that was purely cosmetic. Harribel's outfit which I made myself where also made to be an exact replica as the one from the original Japanese version of Bleach, instead of the American dubbed version, where Harribel's jacket covered all of her breasts instead of most.

Many and I mean 'many' conventioneers gathered around the area that I and my Fracción (my friends) where at as I took a seat onto the carpet floor unzipping my jacket letting each end fall to either side of my breasts showing all, the mostly covered view of my torso.

My Hollow mask consisted of the sides of my face and my mouth, as well as the area below and around my neck extending down to most of my chest to also covering, my nipples.

Hoots and her hollers rang loudly along with sound of many cameras clicking to the many shots the conventioneers were taking of me.

I finished getting into position. My left hand propping my body up as I held my Tiburon in my right and over my bent right knee.

"That's perfect! Now, just move your head down and look into the camera with a neutral gaze... Yes just like that!"

When the merchant pushed the button, the antique camera gave a flash and I swear I could see a golden aura surround my blade but only for a split second.

With everything done, Lana, helped me up off the ground as the merchant went back to his stall "That was perfect! Thank you miss, I believe this was a superb transaction for the two of us!"

I laughed zipping down my jacket covering up most of my torso again except for the under cleavage. I removed the crappy wooden replica from my back and replaced it with the real life-like replica, sheath and all. "No..." I said before letting my voice drop to it's true tone. "Thank you." And with that I took Lana's hand in mine and left.

At the vendors stall, the merchant's mouth hung agape at what he just heard. Next to him stood a laughing Spartan. "How does it feel to know you just took a picture of a guy dressed as Harribel?"

Casey left leaving the merchant stumped. The question he had asked was rhetorical no reason for needing an answer.

The Spartan quickly caught up to us as we were heading out of the room. And as we left there was still many people hollering at me in appraise.

"This so far has been the best Comic-Con EVER! And Devin, you realize how many guys are going to go home with a picture of 'you' in that pose?"

I giggled at his words "Jacob I don't care. I just got an exact replica of Harribels Zanpakuto for absolutely nothing! So what if those people took pictures of me, you should understand, this sword is worth like four or five hundred dollars."

Lana jumped as she hugged my arm the further we walked. "My man knows how to work his magic." That got a snicker out of Casey.

"Okay you two love birds why don't we get out of here and go see if they're any good panels out there."

And so we did. We had a great time going to panels such as Ironman, Justice League, Veronica Mars, at the Archer panel I got to meet H. Jon Benjamin the voice of Sterling Archer and also Aisha Tyler voice of Lana Kane.

(Danger Zone)

Ahh good times, good times.

After our time there the four of us headed back out into the foyer where many people were taking pictures with others in costume.

Casey had fun when he met up with a few other Spartans. Then there was a whole bunch of Batmans taking pictures together where they would line up between youngest suit and oldest suit.

Lana and I took pictures with people Cosplaying as other characters from Bleach. Some sexy poses Lana and I did with two ladies dressed as Yoruichi Shihòin and Rangiku Matsumoto.

I accidentally broke character after the first few pictures, awesome thing though the Bleach Cosplayers were totally cool, actually impressed I was able to look and sound like the real Harribel.

"Hay." Casey spoke as the four of gathered up together again. "You guys want to go see what food they got here? My belly's a rumblin."

"I could eat." Was what everyone said in unison. We laughed as we began making our way out of the foyer.

"Oh. My. Goddess!" Only to stop from the rather loud exclamation we heard come from behind us. Turning around I caught site of something I've been seeing a lot lately.

A Brony...

But what was different was that this one was an extremely fat Brony, with a pink wig, yellow wings and what seemed to be a yellow quadruple XL shirt with three butterfly's on the front. This has been a common site for Comic-Con and other conventions. Bronies, I mean, they're not bad people. I watch the show too, just um... Why is it I always attract the strange ones?

Oh... Right.

"Oh my goddess! Halibel and Nel look so cute together!" Lana and I just looked at each other thinking the same thing. He was one of 'Those' Bronies. "Oh, do you mind if I get some pictures? My friends would flip seeing me with two beautiful girls such as yourselves."

I didn't want to. This guy smelled like Mountain Dew, Cheetos, under-arm fungus and semen. He was all sweaty and just down right disgusting. "Sure dude! Here I'll even take the pictures for you."

Casey I'm going to kill you.

The next five minutes were spent taking pictures of either Lana and I in different poses, and some with the Brony himself. The last picture to take and I already had warned the guy three separate times not to touch when his filthy hands closed in near my arm or hip.

You know how we model Cosplayers due things... No touch! Hover hands only.

"Alright you two move in close for the last shot." Casey pointed making the guy move in close to me. "Okay on three say cheese you two."

"One. Two. Three. Cheese!"

I didn't say cheese. I didn't say a single world when I felt the guys hand squeeze my ass...

*SMACK*

A thunderous sound of a bitch slap hitting the Brony's face reverberated through-out the room silencing all that was happening. On lookers turned and watched as the Brony fell without grace onto the carpeted floor landing with a loud thud.

I'm not one to get mad but as of this moment I was pissed! He squeezed my ass. MY ASS! "Don't do it baby!" Lana pulled me close, holding me back before I could even get close to that fat fuck.

The basterd was being helped up by four different people as he rubbed the cheek I had back handed. "Ow! Bitch! Fucks your problem!?"

"My problem!" I yelled with my real voice shocking many of the people gathering around us. "My problem is that you not only touched me, but you squeezed my ass you perverted freak!"

The Brony just gaped at me as I seethed in anger. "Y-you're a guy?"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" I yelled with up most rage boiling inside me, a faint pulse I felt come from the Tiburon on my back. People gathered around us talking, murmuring with each other pointing at the scene in front of them. "I told you time and time again not to touch me and yet you have the audacity to do more and squeeze my ass!"

"I-I thought you were a chick!"

"Well I'm not! And even if I was you don't go around and squeeze some poor girls ass! That shit will land you in jail!"

Lana began pulling me back away from the scene the Brony and I were making. "Come on baby let's just go we don't need to be here, we can still get something to eat."

"Wait! Are you two together?" He asked astonished with how Lana was holding me.

"Yeah! He's my boyfriend."

The Brony looked surprised by the revelation. "S-seriously?"

"Yes! Come on Devin, let's just go before I shove those yellow wings up his ass!" Casey placed his hand on my shoulder leading me away from the fat pitiful creature.

We turned away from the Brony, leaving to get some lunch. "By Celestia that guy is such a fag..." Only for me to stop when those words caught my ears. I could feel my Zanpakuto pulse the further my anger would rise. "I feel sorry for the poor girl... She needs a real man like me, not some homo playing dress-up." That was it! I have had enough of this guy!

Not even thinking, my index finger caught the top loop on the cross-guard of my Zanpakuto. With a clink I pulled the blade from it's scabbard letting the sword itself hang off my finger.

People began backing away from the scene before them, many left searching for security or any that would stop what was happening.

Lana came up behind pleading for me to stop what I was doing, but her words were that of white noise to my ears. I pointed the blade straight at the Brony, his face grew scared as he began to sweat.

The pulses from Tiburon began to grow faster before it erupted with a blinding flash catching everyone's attention.

A golden aura surrounded the blade like wood on fire. The world around me grew white, the people that stood in the foyer I could no longer see or hear.

Jacob, was gone.

Casey, was gone.

My love, was gone.

The only thing in my sight was the fat Brony that touched me, who belittle and angered me. I couldn't hear him beg or cry as he gotten onto his knees hoping I would stop. But I couldn't. I felt compelled to hurt him, to break him.

The golden aura surrounding Tiburon grew like fuel to a fire. Then I did something that felt so natural to do.

"Ola." I said breathlessly bringing my sword back feeling the energy in the hollow portion of my Zanpakuto build. "Azul." Before releasing the energy, thrusting my blade forward, causing an energy blade like projectile to strike against the basterd.

The energy blade struck the Brony cutting him across the chest leaving blood and fat surrounding the air around him.

The body of the brony fell back deceased as blood gushed out of the wound on his chest. Screams of horror reached my ears as the white plane surrounding me began to fade. I could see people again, but they were fleeing in terror from the scene.

Fear gripped me on what I had done. I turned searching for my friends, for Lana, only to find Casey, and Jacob, gone and Lana, standing behind me fear stricken across her face.

I held out my hand to hoping she would come to me...

She didn't.

Lana, backed away from me, tears streaking down her face. "Lana please." I called to her.

She didn't answer.

The girl I loved turned away from me and ran. I watched her form leave down the hall and out of my sight as my own tears fell from my eyes. I was alone and heart broken. The friends I called family and the girl I loved were gone.

"GET DOWN! DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!" Police and SWAT were surrounding me, guns aimed on my person, red dots lining areas of my body.

I was beyond scared now. I didn't know what to do! Should I run? Should I fight? Should I do as they say? I just didn't know.

Tiburon began to pulse again. The gold energy came with a fury as it enwrapped every inch of me in it's aura. The fear was gone. I felt calm as the aura rushed through my being, there was the feeling.

The feeling of being...

Weightless.

Author's Note

Another chapter up!!! Yay. Anyway this could have been out yesterday but I went to an air show with my dad. I saw some crazy shit there man really crazy... Who would of thought that an old 1943 twin engine cargo plane can do crazy maneuvers in the sky. I'm talkin barrel rolls, loops other crazy stuff.

Anyway. When I was writing the first chapter some old feelings came up and... I just had to sit and think about things. It was weird man.

Anyway thanks for reading.

Also since I have to write these chapters on my phone instead of oh fimfiction the wording looks very differently that I just realized.