Right then this is my first fanfiction and will be entwined with another authors Bleach fan story (Animeloveramy ) and will tell the story from the perspective of my tribute character (though as Amy will be fast to point out he's not like me though I still think that im as good looking as him...)

Please note that this may not make sense unless you're up to date with Amy's story

Chapter 1-The Blood Red Lake

Wind rustled through the trees creepily, a sense of imminent foreboding filled me. Something was wrong. Glancing around I noticed that the forest that surrounded my fire lit clearing was denser and darker than it had ever been before, deciding to investigate I call my Zanpakuto however instead of him three dark figures emerge from the forest in front of me, just far enough away for the firelight to shed no light on any distinctive features. They are all however wearing haori and as they turn and walk away I have just enough time to identify the numbers on their backs, Japanese division, captains three, five and nine. I follow; I know this is not a good move as the darkness of my mind is a danger even to me. I give chase as fast as I can however I can only catch glimpses of their shapes as they move through my inner world silently. I pull up sharp. Stretching into the distance in front of me is a lake which shimmers in a shade that reminds me nastily of blood, one of the figures in standing on the lake, their haori fluttering in the wind and their sword drawn. They turned towards me and began to run. I notice the two haori floating, limp and lifeless on the surface near me just before the figure comes into a distance I could recognise them from.

I sat bolt upright at the knock on my bedroom's door, conscious of the fact that my body was coated in a layer of sweat. Going into my bathroom I survey the sight in the mirror, a tall quite good looking (at least I think so) soul reaper currently stripped to the waist with his purple hair sticking to my forehead where it hung in a fringe across one eye due to the sweat that covered my toned and muscled body. Throwing on a gown I open the door the the sight of the new 5th seat, a youngish girl who kept her browny ginger hair tucked behind her ears and who I had been trying to get to loosen up her by-the-book manner with little success since she had taken the seat about a month before.

'Vice Captain'

'Yes'

'The Captain has requested that you make yourself presentable for today, sir'

'Did the captain care to say why?'

'No sir, only that you needed to be presentable and combat ready' Now there's an odd combination I thought, unlike the captain to ask for a contradiction, presentable suggests we are entertaining a guest but combat ready suggests we may be about to run into some fight or another.

'Ok, thanks for passing the message on, please have the daily intel brief ready for me at breakfast'

'yes sir, very good, sir'

'oh and don't call me sir, call me Aiedail'

'yes, sir' Rolling my eyes I shut the door and began to make preparations, having already decided that a good middle route between presentable and combat ready was to do neither but not to be scruffy or unprepared, in my life either could be fatal, for some reason my captains tongue and getting stabbed where fairly similar in my eyes.

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My apologies about the lack of organised style however hopefully this will get better with time, please feel free to comment and rate and I do read and take on all feedback I get