Summary: In this story it is in the Bleach Universe, but Ichigo is not a human but a soul (he has all his powers) and was a Soul Reaper before he has been mysteriously sealed. He begins to reawaken after centuries in this state. The only problem is, he has no idea who exactly he is...
Warning: Future yaoi of course (you know i cant help uke-ing Ichigo~). Probably language.
Ichigo: Thank god this twisted bitch doesn't own bleach...
Me: Hey! Totally not nice Ichi-berry! =P
Aizen: If it prevents you from continuing your incessant whining, I wish you owned Bleach.
Me: Oooo~ Really! Aww that's so0o0oo sweet~ Why~?
Aizen: How else will I get to ravish my delectable Strawberry?
Ichigo: Shut it! You smug bastard! No one likes you *pouting*
Author's note: Okaaaaaaaay~ I must sincerely apologize for not updating How Did This Happen! I think I was infected with a serious case of writer's block...but i do have the first like 1000 words written...i will have it done before January, i can promise you that. But i really am sorry! Please forgive me! I did start a new bleach ff (which is this one) and the mass effect 2 one i posted and i have an assassin's creed one in the making...you guys are probably all like stop making new ff and work on ur current ones! Again sry ;~; i can't seem to help myself...anyways~ you all are probably tired of hearing my apologize so here is the prologue to my new ff~
Random side note~ I had this awesome dream where my persona Tenki-chan was captured and sold as a slave to Aizen~! (twas fucking awesome~) And Aizen and the espada were vampires and it tuned out I (tenki) was born to be Aizen's human servant and i have a fun reverse harem with my favorite espada (with Aizen's permission of course~) Lolz
Everything was dark. Peaceful. But wrong. Like I somehow knew I wasn't supposed to be here. But where? Where am I? And where was I supposed to be if not here? Have I always been here? The few moments of consciousness are lost and I'm once again lost. Unthinking.
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I'm back in this peaceful state. I can think once more. But what should I think about? Nothing comes to mind. It's like this darkness. Empty. Was I always this way? Empty? Vacant? Nobody? Its…painful. To be nobody. A meaningless void. Why? I willingly drift farther down. Back to that thoughtless void where these feelings don't tear me apart. Gratefully unthinking.
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Images. Broken. Incomprehensible. I don't understand them. They go by too fast. They confuse me. Frighten me. Airways constrict. Panic cascades around me. Consumes me. I wish for that darkness to return and soon it does. Panic subsides. Unthinking once again.
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Something tells me I should be fighting this darkness. Not allowing it to overcome me. An inner voice. Asking me why I'm so weak. How could I be so helpless? I should be battling till my last breath. Perhaps instinct? If so, should I listen to its distorted words? Or maybe that's who I was. A Fighter? I like that. Someone brave. Strong. A Protector. It feels right. A title. An identity. I'm no longer nothing in this unending darkness.
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I struggle to keep my mind in the perpetual darkness this time. What's left of it. But its hard to struggle when I don't know why. Is there any reason to my fighting? How did I get here? Why was I here? Maybe, just maybe, I was supposed to be here? Why else would I be here? My indecision causes me to lose focus. Too late I realize this mistake. I am dragged back down to that place of no thoughts, cursing and struggling all the way into that great oblivion.
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Fight. Every time I struggle through this black void my head feels like it's about to explode. Tear, rip to shreds. But the rightness of it causes me to continue. The mysterious and distorted feeling of approval and strength is telling me that this is the right course of action. Fight with everything I have. Clawing in some unknown direction. Fight until I'm bruised and bloodied and cannot fight any longer, only to get back up. Always get back up. That's what I do. We do. Push past everything telling me to stop and rest. Because it's lying. Only trying to trick us and make us fail. If you stop you die. It was that simple. Fight.
The only thing I feel is that pain. Surprisingly, it has become a welcome pain. If I'm in pain I'm alive right? A base instinct. It is the body's response. Telling you that you are still alive, breathing. Thus, pain can only be a welcome feeling. Without it you are dead. It meant I was simply trapped. Not dead yet, is what it was telling my body. Trapped. And I felt as if I was the type of person to fight against such things. A Fighter. A Protector. I have grown fond of the identity I have pieced together from those frightening images. Clung to it. It is all I know. So I will fight for it.
Nothing traps me for long. Fight against it! Claw through this accursed place! Fight damnit! Fight!
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