Okay I decided to do this to get rid of my writers block. I have decided this will focus on two original characters. Atra Umbra, who is a Spirit Warrior, which have all of the Shinigami powers, except they are Native American. His older brother is an Espada by the name Raven Umbra, who once was the strongest hollow. Atra wants revenge, and Raven wants a world ruled with Hollows. Anyways please enjoy.
Blood that's all he could smell. A boy the age of twelve could only stare in horror, as he watched the fires consume his tribe. "It's too bad this had to happen little brother." a man with dark black hair said. He stared at the boy who had tears welling up in his eyes. It didn't make since, his older brother was suppose to be one of the good guys. The guarding who after becoming a Hollow, was devouring Hollows, and keeping his tribe safe. He had shown kindness to him when he was a Vasto Lorde. Yet this was't his brother.
Tears began to spill from his face, and his older brother just looked on with disgust. "Atra you're pathetic. Are you sure you are my younger brother?" He asked. The one called Atra couldn't stop crying. "Why?! Why Raven?!" Atra asked. His older brother, Raven, gave a cruel smirk. "It should be obvious, because I had no more need for these powerless Humans." Raven told him. It felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice watch on Atra. He felt completely numb. He still remember when Raven had died, because he had saved him form a Hollow. Then he remembered when he met Raven as a Vasto Lorde.
Atra had heard tales of how Spirit Warriors were able to become an instant Vasto Lorde, because of their immense Spiritual power, and also their ancestors devoured Hollows to gain their long lives and power. Atra bit his lower lip, blood coming up from the wound. He stared at the ground, thoughts swarming around in his head. "Don't worry Atra, I have nothing against you, in fact you're my dear younger brother." Raven said in a soft sincere voice that calmed Atra down somewhat. Then Raven's smile became even larger. "However I have no need for weak trash that will drag me down." His voice became cold, and Atra shivered.
Suddenly Atra felt a hand on his chin. He was forced to look up into his older brother's red eyes which now seemed like the richest of red wines. More tears spilled from Atra's face. Raven grabbed his arm, and pulled his sword out. Angel wings covered the hilt, and the white blade reflected the fire. Atra suddenly felt a burning searing pain from his right shoulder. He gave a high pitched scream, and Raven dropped Atra's right arm. He sighed, and suddenly a door opened behind him. A man in white robes stepped out, and Raven turned to look at him. "Aizen, I thought I told you to wait for a bit." He said. Aizen didn't say anything at first, only looking at the devastation, and destruction that Raven brought. His eyes lowered down to Atra who was by now shivering.
He could feel the Spiritual Power coming off of him in waves. It was dark, and the same as his own in feeling, no it was the same as Raven's. Raven's eyes narrowed at him, and Aizen blinked as the Vasto Lorde got in front of the severely injured boy. "Leave and let me deal with my darling younger brother. After all you arrived early." He told Aizen. Aizen gave a low smirk as he saw Raven's Spiritual Power become slightly warmer. "Of course, just hurry up. We don't have all day." Aizen ordered. Raven nodded.
He walked over to Atra who was now pressed against the ground, curled up in a ball. He was shaking and whimpering, and Raven was suddenly reminded of an injured frightened puppy. A sadistic smile came to his face, but it was betrayed by the sadness showing in his eyes. He gently placed the tip of his sword to Atra's back. Atra froze, and suddenly screamed again, as he felt the blade begin to cut his back open, deep enough to leave a scar that would last forever. Raven silently worked on creating a symbol. Soon he pulled the blade out, and swung it. The blood flew off it, and Raven turned to leave. "Let's go." He told Aizen. They left, and Atra was left by himself, bleeding.
He felt a darkness begin to consume his soul, and suddenly everything went black, but then changed the ruined streets of a city. Atra stared in disbelief at this. 'Why do you weep boy?' A voice asked. It's tone was both masculine and feminine making it hard to tell which gender it belonged to. Atra turned to the sound of the voice, to find another child his age. This child had long black hair, and had wolf eyes. Their clothing made it impossible to tell they were male or female, seeing as they were wearing a kimono. Yet Atra had a feeling that they were a boy.
Atra suddenly remembered the question, and tears came to his eyes. He didn't know what this feeling was he had. Only one word came to his mind. 'Betrayal.' "Do not weep boy. I have come because I'm your Zanpaktou, and will forever be yours. Though without your right arm, you can not wield me. However, I will become your arm. My name is Kuroyami Urufu." Kuroyami Urufu said. Kuroyami was looking at him. Atra smiled brightly, and everything went dark.
When he awoke he looked at his right arm. It was there, but diffrent. A black fingerless glove covered his hand. His right arm also seemed to radiate power, and all he could do was stare wide eyed. Then his eyes narrowed, and he looked up at the sky. 'You will pay Raven! I will make sure to kill you!' He thought viciously.