(This is a Bleach Fanfic, centering on an OC of my own creation and his adventures as a Shinigami. I know there isn't any dialogue, but this is just a prologue, and once it actually gets into the story, I promise there will be.)
I woke up. That's the first thing I remember. The sun shining in my eyes as it glared down at me from above. I squinted back up at it, trying to discover what the hell it was that I was thinking. Finally, my body tired if its immobility and sat up. Although the sun was no longer directly in my eyes, the specks that it left danced in my vision for at least five minutes before I was able to see again. When my eyes finally cleared, I was firstly aware of the buildings around me, stretching out into the distance. At first, I was stunned. There was so many people walking around, talking, laughing, and selling random articles of food.
Standing up, I brushed myself off, clearing off the dust of the street where I had found myself. No-one gave me a second glance, as this was apparently a routine happening. As I took my first step, I was aware of two people walking nearby, their faces bright as they clung to each other's arms, their laughter ringing cheerily to the sky above me. As I noticed them, however, they noticed me as well. Their faces seemed to grow even brighter, and their path changed, angling towards me. Unconsciously, I found myself smiling back at them, an unknown desire to please them resonating within my heart.
This was my first brush with my mother and father, a young pair who had met each other on the streets of the Rukongai district. They named me Fuchiro Izanagi, after some statue they had seen in the district. As I lived with them, I learned the rewards of hard work, helping them to rebuild the house that we called home. I ran chores for them, cleaning the house, working on the roof, and going shopping for them. It was a blissful existence, but an innocent one, knowing nothing of the world around me but the small, censored version which I lived in.
There was one day that changed my life forever, and brought me more excitement than I ever would have thought possible, let alone wanted. I was out on one of my normal shopping trips, fetching food for my parents, who were content now to live at home. This was not because of any laziness on their part, but rather a willingness to help on my part. I had the groceries in my arms, walking home, when suddenly an odd pain throbbed in my stomach, along with a sudden sound that it emitted. This scared me, and made me hurry home to my parents, trembling. When I told them what had happened, they looked at me, then started feeding me. To my astonishment, the feeling went away, leaving a pleasurable sensation that I could only equate to a warm fullness.
After consulting with each other, my parents turned to me and told me their suspicions. They agreed that this was a sign of my possessing Reiatsu, or Spiritual Energy. Telling me what this meant, they set my chest pounding, for I had seen Shinigami now and then, strolling through the streets of Soul Society, their Zanpakutou slung at their sides.
The next day, I left home, my parents blessings following me from the doorway. I was going to the Shinigami Academy. It was a lifestyle that I had never imagined would find me. I had thought that my life would be lived out in obscurity with my parents. I never expected this.