Hello! This fanfic is based on the bleach ds game flame bringer. Let me make it clear that i have not played the game myself but have read about it and seen some gameplays, so don't flame me if the plot isn't the same. I will also like to note that the prologue is somewhat confusing. I was trying to give y'all a back story so you can have somewhat of an idea on how this story started. And don't read this if you hate things like this and then flame because i will just laugh because you were an idiot who read something you knew you were going to hate.
Also my readers for Lust Kills Darling and To strong a Passion will lead you to hell, i have not forgotten about y'all! I am trying to write 3 stories at once, this one and the other 2 because i have this thing were if i don't start a story i forget about. I already have this one almost done, i'm just gonna wait and let a few people read each chapter for putting a new one up. After this story i should be able to get some of Lust Kills darling up.
If you see any bad grammar or spelling, i realized that, and it dose this with anything i upload, from going to doc manger to publish, my txt will get mess up; its really annoying.
One finally note; if anyone wants to be my beta reader for me then that would be great, just PM if you are interested, thanks.
Bleach copyrighted to Kubo.
Enjoy :) P.S. no flames, i hate them.
Prologue: Calling
Rukia Kuchiki sighed softly as she ran a hand through her hair; she looked blankly at the report she was doing for her captain. She placed the paper on the wooden porch next to her, along with the pen she had been using. She rubbed the back her neck, trying in vain to relive the tension that had formed in it from bending down for to long. Looking up and she saw a small white rose bud swaying lightly in the breeze. She was sitting on the wooden cherry red walkway that cut behind the Kuchiki manor; it had the view of her brother's rose garden along with the pound that held several Koi fish.
She glanced up at the moon; it was midnight and it was beginning to near its height. It was odd, she thought, there wasn't a single cloud to be seen in the sky and yet she could see no stars. The moon couldn't be too bright to hide them, it was only a thin crescent; tomorrow night would be a new moon. Rukia breathed out deeply once more; she went to fix the lieutenant badge that now sat on her upper left arm. She had pulled up the sleeve of her Shihakusho with the badge, showing the white fingerless elbow length gloves that she now worn.
She rolled her neck a few times before resuming the paperwork; she tried in vain to keep her thoughts on the work, or on anything besides Ichigo Kurosaki. Rukia banged her head on the wooden beam that was behind her. The Winter Wars had ended three months ago, yet she found herself far my stress then before. As things begun to return to normal she had begun to feel herself slip out of the world of the living, her friends there beginning to forget about her. She didn't understand why she was so upset by this fact, she knew the day would come when she had to leave and yet, she never thought that she could be forgotten so easily.
She wasn't surprise by the fact that Ichigo, Orihime, Uryu, and Chad had all become closer after the war, but she couldn't help but feel hurt that she had been push out of the group. She had been in the war as well, nearly died and did everything she could save Orihime and yet…She had gotten in a fight with Ichigo, that's why she was in the Soul Society; she couldn't even remember what the fight was about, only that before she left Ichigo was upset enough to say he didn't want to see her again. She wanted to talk to him, to go back and see if he was still mad, but for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about how him and Orihime looked at each other now. She's known Ichigo for at lest a few years and in all the time she had never seen him look at anyone as sweetly as he did with Orihime.
Rukia knew that it was most likely due to the fact that both him and the others didn't want to do anything that would cause her to break, after all the girl had gone through a lot with the wars and she was still shaken up by it. Rukia sighed in frustration; she hated it, hated having these human emotions, hated Ichigo because he was the one who cause her to feel them and she didn't even know why.
"What's wrong with me?" Rukia whisper to herself; she looked up at the clear night sky, enjoying the cool breeze that washed over her. She went to pick up the pen and being to resume scratching letters down.
"Rukia…" Her head snapped up. She looked around her, blinking her eyes; she didn't feel or see anyone around her, yet she was sure she had heard a soft voice say her name. She leaned over to look down the hall.
"Hello?" She called out, her voice bouncing off the wood of the walls and echoing back to her. After a moment of silent, Rukia simple shrugged her shoulders, dismissing it as her imagination. Several minutes past.
"Rukia...let me help you..."Rukia's head snapped back; her back stiffen far to fast and she felt a sharp pop.
"Rukia…" She turned her head and looked out in the garden.
"Rukia, come to me…" Rukia felt her mind become foggy as it grew harder to think. She shook her head and blinked her eyes, before glancing back out at the garden. She slowly sat the papers down before standing; she had never heard such a soft sweet whisper before. She couldn't help but feel compiled to find its owner. She slowly began to walk toward the trees that made up the back of the Kuchiki manor. She stopped inches from the tree line. The wind had picked up; it almost felt as if it was trying to pull her in.
"This way…" The sweet lullaby whispered. Rukia felt her feet move without her thought as she stepped into the trees, leaves and twigs cracking under her feet. After what felt like hours she came into a clearing. She blinked her eyes; there were red spider lilies everywhere. She bent down and ran her fingers over the soft pelts, admiring beauty. The light coming from the moon bounce of them, making the pelts appear silver in color.
"Rukia…"
Rukia looked up and saw a small shack in the middle of the clearing; she could tell even from this distance that it was in bad shape. Never the less, she stood back up and walked towered it, being careful not to step on any of the fragile flowers. She frowned when she was a foot away from the shake; the roof was caved in and the wood that made up the walls were pilled and rotting. Odd color patches of mold and moss were clinging to it. She stepped forward and pushed the door open. She cursed and coughed when the door suddenly collapsed, sending dust and other particles into the air. She waved her hand, trying to clear the air as she stepped over the splinted door.
The inside was worse then the out side. There parts of the floor were the wood was so rotten that all that was left was a hole. Wooden beams that had fallen from the walls covered the floor, leaving little room. The inside was also covered in the same mold as the outside. She breathed deeply, or at less as much as she could with this air, and ran her hand over her face. She couldn't shake the fog that had covered her mind when she entered the clearing.
"Rukia…"
Rukia turned on her heel to the wall that was behind her; her body froze, her mind went blank. Her eyes dilated as the saw a sword in a red sheath resting on a low rotten desk.
"Rukia…"
Her feet moved on there own.
"Come closer…"
She reached her hand; all she could do was stare at the beautiful red glow.
"That's it…take my hilt…"
Her hand closed around the hilt; sheering hot pain filled her body; all she could see was red. One word sounded in her head.
Higanbana…
