fair warning, some characters may seem a bit OOC at times, so no flames, plz! i dont own Bleach or Beyblade, but plz R&R!
"A Soul's Blazing Journey:
Chapter One;
Runt of the Litter"
- First Person's POV
Pain enclosed me. Reality was a blur. I remember a loss, I remember bleeding, and I remember falling...falling...failing. I'd always wondered why I felt like that, but I didn't know. I only knew one thing right now, and it was her...my fiery feathered friend that always resembled a bright red spirit. She was my only focus.
I looked at her, and for the first time for what felt like ages, I smiled at her. I held my arm out, hoping to touch her for one final time. She obliged, by the look she gave, she told me to stay strong. I just shook my head. "It's alright; you're free now! You've been the reason I can cling to life, so I could have a chance to be happy." I told her in a kind, yet very meek voice.
I floated back away from her. "Kai-kun, please don't!" She shrieked. I hated giving her this feeling.
I looked down at the ground of nothingness, closing my eyes, and trying to think of a way to calm. I looked back, and gave her a grieved look. "Don't cry for me anymore, Dranzer. You know my time should have been long ago, but you still wanted me to have a chance; you gave it to me!" I told her, smiling once more. "So, this is goodbye, for the last time." I told her, beginning to float away.
"I can't, Kai-kun! Don't you understand?" She shrieked again, sounding as if her tears had already formed.
I stopped, giving her a sorrowful look. "I have to go, Dranzer, you know it!" I told her. I knew it was hard for her; this goodbye. I knew it pained her, but I couldn't stay. I already overstayed my time on Earth once, and to do it a second time would only bring torture to both her, and myself; it was time for a goodbye to everyone, including her. "Don't be sad! You'll still have the others." I said. She called me again, but I had to ignore it, floating off, this time, not stopping. "Tell the other bitbeasts so the others know I went happily, okay?"
Fog and mist surrounded me, as she cried for me. As of now, I could no longer return.
- Soul Society: Four Days Later
Today, Captain Ukitake Jushiro was taking a trip to sector 67. Three days prior, a spiritual pressure came that was so high, he insisted on checking it out. He got to, of course, and the only thing he saw as he passed were the violent men, and the scared people who lived in it. He didn't see anything different about the area, so there was no choice but to ask around.
He went to see the elder of the quaint little village, and asked about people who arrived their the day before who seemed to stand out. "Yes, a young boy. One of the women and her husband allowed him to stay, but after two nights with the boy, the husband threw him out, calling him *bakemono. The men tried to beat him, but he was so fast; they couldn't get close!" He explained.
The silver-haired man nodded. He was surprised though. To hear a soul so young could have such speed reminded him of Hitsugaya far too quickly. He cleared his throat. "May I speak to him?" He asked him. If this was the case, then he would be a grand prodigy, almost as much, if not, better than the young taicho he knew so well.
The man seemed surprised. "I'm sorry to say, but I don't know where in the forest he went! I offered him a place to stay under my roof, but he claimed I'd react the same way as the man, then left for the forestation. Only times you see him around here is either the day before or after bad weather is meant to come." He admitted.
The taicho sighed, his head going down, slightly. It pained him to hear of this troubled child, and less so to hear he had to search for him. What bothered him was how he was going to convince the boy to talk to him if he wouldn't even leave his name for anyone to call him by. "I see, thank you!" With a bow at the door, the shinigami left for the forest.
He continued onward through the path, keeping his eyes open, and his senses sharp. He'd have his hand on his sword, if not for the fact he couldn't fight a child. It was against every fiber in his being. His plan was to communicate with him, and to build a sense of trust. He knew, though, simply through the general persona that the elder gave him, gaining that would be tremendously hard.
It was a dreary end, though. The light barely shined, and it was heading towards the noon time sun. The animals that crawled around the wretched place were known to be almost as dangerous as gang members from Zaraki; that he knew all too well just by meeting the captain who chose to take that for his name.
Just thinking about this, he only just realized the presence near him when he felt cold metal subside against his neck, against his jawline, right from behind. He averted his eyes, his body still, and noticed the blade led to a pale hand, with a dark violet, thin cloth tied on them, and in between the fingers that held the blade. That hand was connected to a muscular arm, up to a body wearing a navy blue kimono, with torn sleeves, and a visible red sash, whose laces blew beside the body near a set of bare feet.
If this were a hollow, his instincts would be set to draw his sword, but he wanted the boy behind him to believe that he meant no harm. Ukitake reached for the sheath to his sword, beginning to draw it from the sash around his waist, slowly, and cautiously. He could feel the boy pressing the blade against his neck, a little more, sensing the predatory instinct of survival hanging off him. What was easier to sense is the annoyance, and the fear that he'd have to use it.
Ukitake, not wanting to provoke him, lifted the item to his side with his other hand out. Questioning was easily brought to the male behind him, but it disappeared when he saw the captain squatting down, and placing the blade on the ground, before standing straight, and looking over his other shoulder, not getting a better view of the boy. "I'm not here to fight! I just heard of you from the elder, and thought we could talk over lunch," he admitted with a smile, "I did bring some origani!" He threw in, honesty and joy very evident in his voice.
After a few still moments, the blade moved only a bare inch away, and was beginning to move as its owner went to face the man. When he saw him, he could easily see two things; the caution that trailed through the prayer of survival, and one of the reasons the boy was called a monster (the literal translation of bakemono).
The boy's neck was being dressed by a badly torn, white scarf. Quite sadly, the scarf itself was dirtied up with some dirt and mud, and seemed as though it was drying. On the other side of him, he could see the tears to the sleeves were uneven, and that one of his arms was in a gauze. The same leg was revealed by a sharp tear, and there was at least five bruises visible, and they were rather large. The cheeks on the boy's face were swelled to a dark pink, but he could easily see blue, curved triangles upon them, and they didn't seem like paint. There was all sorts of mud splattered on his forehead, and some of the bangs to the spiked-silver hair he had in the front, while the navy blue that subsided in the back was slashed at, making the cut uneven. His eyes were the main reason, however, for they shined crimson red.
It was quite shocking. The silver-haired captain instantly felt a pang in his stomach that had filled him with fright and pity over this. "How could they?" He questioned in his mind. The very thought of harming a child alone was unbearable, and against every fiber in his being, but to see one getting abused as such, it horrified him, and he was making that very evident.
The boy sighed, and sheathed the blade in its case that was strapped to his side. He crossed his arms, and gave him a very blunt expression. "I guess we're all gonna feel bad for the bakemono who saw no point in fighting a group of men who don't understand the first thing about me, and who are being as so kind to label me after two days being dead! I took the beating; if I wanted to fight back, I would, but that would only provoke them, so stop staring at me as if I were a dead puppy, would ya?" He told him, still annoyed.
Jushiro was only surprised with the explanation. It was reasonable, yes, but it was still hard to bear watching. He could easily see that it was hard for the boy to stand through, especially if it were two days worth of beatings. He walked up to him, getting out a small cloth. The younger male, though fairly confused, stood and watched Ukitake lick it, before bringing it towards him, and beginning to clean the dirt off his forehead.
The two-toned try to step away from it, but found out soon after that the man had a gentle, and very firm grip on his arm. With a sigh of defeat, he stood still, looking at the older man in slight frustration. Ukitake felt a little guilty over it, but just gave him another worried glance. "I'm sorry, but I can't stand looking at a child, this way. It's painful for me to watch them suffer, so please, forgive me, but I can't help myself." He explained.
The other was found a little surprised, not used to hearing about others who were concerned about him. Being called a monster, he thought that he was the only person that cared for his own life. Just seeing the gaze from the man, he believed that pity was all that could come, then turn into rage and prejudice. Taking a long look at the man while he continued to clean the thick stain off his face, and soon realized that it wasn't in the others persona. He saw rage was very hard to come by him, and to be prejudice, he'd have to be dead first.
This being known, he slowly began to relax. He hoped he could continue to; it was the first time since he died that he was given any respect, and ever felt like someone else gave a damn about him. Ukitake smiled, satisfied that he seemed a little clean, and happy that he was beginning to trust him. "Now, how about we find a river? We can have lunch there, if you'd care to join me!" He told the teen.
Hearing the his own stomach growl, was enough to make him look away, feeling pretty embarrassed. That he couldn't help, he had been lacking food for two days, and getting a good beating was enough to leave you tired enough as to want something in your stomach; most of which was water from the pond he found.
Continuing to hear it grumble louder, it left Ukitake laughing a bit before touching the others shoulder. The red eyed male looked at him with a look of questioning; mainly a question that asked if it were alright. His smile only grew before gesturing in a different direction. With a nod from the other, our thirteenth captain picked up his zanpakto, strapped back to his side, then began to lead the boy.
i hope i didnt make Kai OOC...at least, not much. Hope uve enjoyed!
