Zanpakuto No Tamashii

by KamiNoSakura

Ichigo finally defeated all of his enemies...or so he thought. Now with the invasion of the Quincies and their path for revenge our favorite Orange-headed protagonist must rely on the a mysterious voice to help guide him through his journey to this story's conclusion. When faced to make the ultimate decision, will he make the right one?

Zanpakuto no Tamashii

Written By: KamiNoSakura

Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my Fanfiction for Bleach, I decided to write this story in order to introduce my OC for Bleach. Please bear in mind that there will/may be some OOC going on with some of the characters. Well anyways, hope you all enjoy. I do NOT own Bleach, all rights go to Kubo Tite.

Warnings: There is some profanity, violence and OC characters…don't like, don't read then.

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Prologue

The Calling

Darkness. That was all the eye could see. There was no light nor any sign of life, everything was pitch black. Ichigo looked around, he was floating in an abyss. Was he unconscious, maybe even dead? He wasn't so sure of that himself. All he remembered was fighting against Aizen…

"Wait, where the hell is Aizen?! Am I…dead?" He then heard a voice in the distance, but he couldn't make out what the voice was saying. The orange-head shinigami travelled to where the voice was coming from. Little by little he was able to make out the words.

"You are not dead Ichigo. You can't die yet. There are too many people relying on your survival."

"If I'm not dead…then where am I?"

"Everything has a time and place. Right now is not the time for your answers, but they will come, with time. For now you must return to your fight…until then Ichigo…" The voice faded into the darkness where it had came from. In that instant light had surged throughout the entire space Ichigo was occupied with. He found himself in his fight with Aizen and continued to do so until the rogue shinigami's defeat against Urahara-san's kido seal. It was over. Or at least, that what they all thought.

Ichigo still looked back at the moment when he was trapped in the darkness, remembering the voice. Who or what was that person from the seemingly empty space. However, it didn't seem to be anyone bad. It was...soothing to say the least. The voice reached out to him, helped him out…it was the calling.