A/N: I DON'T OWN BLEACH OR DARK SOULS, KUDO'S TO TITE KUBO AND BANDAI NAMCO
It was a fairly average day for Ichigo, stupid errands to do for that closet perve..
"Riiiiing. Riiiing. Shopkeep calling!" His phone sang in a jovial tune.
Ichigo didn't even have time to consider how there was a special ringtone on his for for Hat n' Clogs before he picked it up.
"Hell..
"Need you by the shop now bye!" The accursed voice of Urahara spoke before being cut off.
He didn't even tell him why. No matter, he'd just put his foot through his face for calling and hanging up instantly. Yeah, that'd be what he'd do.
Short shunpo later...
Ichigo expertly landed outside of the shop, completely bypassing greetings for Jinta and Ururu before promptly shoving his sandal through the door of the shop, and coincidentally right into Urahara's jaw.
"What the hell do ya want now?!" Ichigo yelled at the currently immobile shopkeeper. A slight shift to shoot a apologizing glance at the kids and he was back to scowling at Hat n' Clogs.
"As 'grunt' angry and impatient as always aren't you Ichigo?" Urahara grinned.
"Wipe the smirk off before I do it again!" Ichigo yelled once more wringing the neck of the shopkeep.
"Genius comes along with patience dear child," Urahara scolded before escaping Ichigo's grip and ushering him over to the trapdoor to the training ground.
"Come come, i've found something quite interesting."
A eerily quiet trip down the ladder and a slow walk commenced as Urahara led Ichigo to an unknown location of the training ground. 'Where were they going'? Ichigo couldn't help but feel like something serious was up, so he decided to stay quiet until they reached their destination.
Quite the long walk later...
"Annnnnnd were here," Urahara concluded as he stood in front of what seemed to be large stone doors.
'I don't remember those being there'
"I can help but think the same thing my famed prodigy," Urahara said but kept his eyes glued to whatever strange structure stood in-front of them.
"One of these days you'll teach me how you read minds," Ichigo drawled sarcastically as he slowly pointed his finger at the doors. " So, what is it"?
"That, we do not now, but we will know shortly!" The eccentric shopkeep shouted before shunpo'ing full speed into the doors only to stop a couple meters away as a grinding sound rung through the ears of the two occupants.
A loud voice boomed throughout the training ground as it spoke,
A king will rise...
A doomed future, forgotten...
He who has sat on his throne for countless eternitys...
HaS AwOkEn...
The stone doors slowly slid open to reveal a lone figure sitting on a throne far to large for himself. The figure wore all black armour, minus any type of headgear, complete with a downward facing head.
Which now slowly tilted upwards as Ichigo rose his Zanpakuto in order to ready for the fight that was ahead.
HE IS... THE DARK SOUL!
CHAPTER END
Hey everybody, Gents and alike!
It's been a very long time since i've wrote, but I have written one story before this, though it no longer exists.
I hope the you've liked the prologue to my story, A Dark Soul In A Bleach World!
You'll get to meet my OC next chapter but ill put pics of the armor and sword he may use in my bio.
Review and till next time!
The breeze picks up, and thus the author is no more.
