AN: This is my first fanfic so reviews and that would be appreciated. Please no flames though.
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Prologue
The moon hung like a silver tear drop in the air. The wind whispered through the streets and the odd bush or tree that managed to survive in the cramped conditions. Along with it the scent of freshness was there, it had rained earlier that day. The night air was cold as it touched a bare back. The person walking along alone in the street shivered, the cold air was just beginning to get to her. She was late for getting home, but she didn't seem to be too worried, the punishment would be the same if she hurried or not. A cry escaped her lips as she crumpled onto the ground, folding in on herself. Seconds later she seemed to get up and walk on, heading for the forest. A mass on the ground was left there. It didn't move.
Blood sprayed in a high arc into the air. It glistened dark crimson in the silver moon light in small droplets before the droplets flattened as they splattered onto the ground, greenery, and the one causing it--it was like rain. The dagger cut through cloth, skin, bone, veins, and muscle. Blood. Tons of the stuff. All spilling at the hand of a single blade. It left a trail of ear numbing screams in its wake. The ground drank greedily at the life-providing-liquid and pulled it into its depths, ignoring the stain the red liquid would give it. The moon continued to shed its silver light on the scene far below it, in a different world from it, uncaring about the lives that were being ended before their time. When the screams and yells of terror ended all that was left standing was the figure in the centre of the fallen masses, it held the glistening, blood covered dagger.
It didn't take long for many shinigami to show up, called by the dying screams of their own kind. Spotting the figure one of them yelled at them to stop and stay still, his words only made the figure jump away from the lifeless bodies and flee. The figure fled to where the mass it had left behind was, losing the shinigami giving change long enough to get there and vanish, leaving the girl who was crumpled on the found to be their scapegoat.
Waking up slowly, the girl was only aware of her wicked headache that kept pounding against the back of her head. A concussion? She thought to herself recognizing the feeling. She looked around the room with a sickening dizziness, taking a long time to realise her surroundings when usually nothing escaped her: she was in Central 46, in the centre of it and surrounded by the 46 members of the highest judicial system in the Soul Society. She was only just becoming aware of what they were saying, bust still it wasn't enough to keep her from speaking before she thought.
"E-excuse me," she started trying to be polite--even if she wasn't usually, "but, what have I done?" She felt the room become suddenly uncomfortable as silence fell over the room. Soon after laughter burst out around her, it caused anger to boil up in her veins.
"You mean you don't remember the unreasonable slaughtering of a squad of shinigami?" a man that seemed to be one of the main judges roared.
"No I don't. I didn't do it! I-I was unconscious!" The girl tried to snap. Her eyes widened, now that she thought about it she did remember that. N-no... I couldn't have... I wouldn't have... she thought as terror began to fill her. She was numbly aware of the banging that signified that her fate had been decided.
"Falon Shihion will be executed.
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AN: Sorry about the use of the Shihion name.