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~Marlode~
The Kings of Farlore
Chapter One
Ichigo stood on a cliff and breathed in the open air amidst rolling green hills; this was his Kingdom, his home where his people looked up to him to lead them. He was the king of this place upon turning twenty; he now ruled over a magical land called Farlore. His orange hair shone in the sun, and his armor gleamed bronze in the open wind. His earth brown eyes opened in contentment as he surveyed the land below, a bustling city of many colors with white stone buildings.
Kurosaki continued to calmly survey the land, until he spotted a flash of red to his right. His head quickly turned to face the burst of color, and was surprised upon spotting a male his age, with long red hair, running along one of the cliffs that littered the hills. His eyes widened, 'He's so close to the edge!' Ichigo thought with worried shock. What was the fool doing?
Since he was close, Ichigo could hear the man whooping and hollering, and could tell by the male's tone of voice that he was smiling.
'Zangetsu, get your ass over here now. There's a maniac running along the edge of one of the cliffs; I'm afraid that he might hurt himself.'
'I'm on my way Ichigo,' said a voice in Kurosaki's head.
Ichigo had closed his eyes to communicate with Zangetsu, and upon opening his eyes a flash of tan skin and red hair raced right past his face, the hair tickling his cheeks. Ichigo saw the young man running towards the edge of the cliff overlooking the hills, and he abruptly turned to try and stop the crimson figure from whatever he was doing; it was reckless.
"Hey, you! Red haired guy!" The running man ignored Ichigo and kept on running towards the edge.
'What the hell? I'm the king, anyone can tell by my freaking orange hair! Why isn't that idiot stopping?'
Ichigo took off, and began to close the gap between him and the other male. The armor he was wearing was lightweight, and did not bother him as he ran. As he analyzed the guy from the back, he realized that the man was heavily tattooed… because he did not have a shirt on, and his pant leggings were ripped beyond belief.
Kurosaki's eyes narrowed; 'What was with this guy? Was he running next to the edge just for the thrill?'
Ichigo was finally a few steps from the tattooed man when the male turned around, and glanced at Kurosaki, and smiled widely, canines flashing; and promptly launched himself off the cliff.
The orange haired male's thoughts went out the window as the other man jumped off the cliff, and he yelled
"ZANGETSU!"
As soon as the name left his mouth, a chocolate colored dragon bumped Ichigo's legs from under him so that he was sitting on the mystical creature's head.
"He jumped off the cliff!" Ichigo shouted as he and his ally, his friend, and his other half spiraled downwards. The dragon Zangetsu nodded slightly, which moved Ichigo who maintained a firm grip on two handholds attached to leather straps encircling the dragon's chest and neck.
And then they both saw it, shooting out from the sunlit mist covering the hills a flaming red dragon took to the sky.
"No way," breathed Ichigo as he gazed up at the crimson dragon that had spread its majestic wings with sunlight filtering through the two thin stretches of membrane.
'Ichigo, it is our other half!'
Ichigo continued to stare on in stunned silence, and then he noticed the dragon's rider; a male with long crimson hair.
As he took in the situation, Ichigo noticed how stunning the view was; a seemingly gold glowing man atop a ruby red dragon, with the male's hair flowing over his shoulders and embracing the wind. Another thing, the guy had no leather straps to hold on to; he was simply standing precariously with his arms crossed over his chest, and staring at Ichigo and Zangetsu, still smirking.
"My name's Renji Abarai, and his name," said Renji as he pointed to the dragon, "is Zabimaru. And you're tha king and his dragon Zangetsu, right?"
Ichigo straightened up in his sitting position, "Yes, we are."
He glanced from Abarai to Zabimaru, finally asking "How did you, gain such a companion….. Renji?"
Renji frowned, "He's my other half; seeing as you have Zangetsu I wouda' figured ya'd understand."
Ichigo grimaced, "Baka, this is going a little fast for my liking; I have never seen either of you before."
Abarai sneered, "Don't call me a Baka King Ichigo, who's tha idiot here who can't figure out why I have a dragon with me when he has one himself?"
"Shut up!" Ichigo pointed to Renji, "That's not what I meant! I mean, I'm the only person who has a dragon in the whole realm!"
"Apparently not," Renji muttered while rolling his eyes. "And why do you have straps on your dragon King Ichigo? I don't need 'em on mine!" Renji said smugly.
Ichigo seethed inwardly, who was this annoying jerk? And where the hell had he come from?
'Ichigo, it is possible that we simply did not sense the other dragon; and although this man's hair is as bright as yours, there is no reason that he would appear different or stand out from anyone else in Farlore…'
'I see, Zangetsu…' thought Ichigo in response.
"Well, Renji. You seem to be a pretty weird case. I had no idea you existed; much less that dragon of yours."
"That's 'cause he hid himself. We didn't want no one trying to separate us or somethin'."
Ichigo nodded faintly, that explains it. But how could there be ANOTHER dragon rider such as himself? He had a dragon because he was the king, and those with dragons were born of royalty and meant to lead.
'Or because they have killed the original owner and mutated and morphed the dragon to their own needs…'
'I don't think so, Zangetsu,' Ichigo responded through his mind.
'Zabimaru does seem stable, so I think you are correct Ichigo. But then what does that mean about Renji? He speaks with the 'street' dialect—he is probably from a poorer part of town. And yet only royalty have dragon halves...'
"Abarai, to be honest I don't understand why the hell you have a dragon… so we're gonna head over to the castle grounds; maybe the elders can come up with something, because this doesn't make any sense."
"Why can't anyone jus' have a dragon? I mean, obviously not everyone does, but why is it that confusing?"
"Because you're not royalty."
Renji frowned, "Just 'cause I'm not some friggin royal? That's stupid."
"Renji, it's just the way things work! It's not bias on anyone's part or anything like that; it's how the things are."
Renji looked down at him, and nodded his head, which allowed his hair to swim around his face as it flowed from the wind and the striking tattoos to shift about Abarai's tensing chest, abdomen, and strong neck.
'Wow,' Ichigo thought, 'that guy is really good looking.'
He continued to look up at Renji while slightly frowning, until stating "Follow Zangetsu and I, we'll lead you to the castle." And they took off, with Renji and Zabimaru quickly following them through the shards of the sun.
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~Marlode~