Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
He Ate The Birds
It was never for love that he took them on, their forms, their light, beautifully feathered wings. It had not been for love that he admired them, watched them, kept them in his thoughts. It was for his own ambition, the glory of which, he believed, he was oh so deserving. No better man, he had thought, could rise to the heights of the heavens with the birds.
An idea spurred on from youth, from the incessant praise his very name had garnered. It had been rather innocent at first. Just a nagging thought in the back of his brilliant mind, making him wonder just how one might go about touching one's fingers to the skies.
And so he'd chased them, running on the ground below, he had followed them whenever and wherever they appeared. Alluring, what with their colors, their gentle morning songs, their small eyes that saw more of the world than he could imagine.
Why, once he even wondered if these birds were embodiments of the gods, if they could soar between their world and that of the living.
So he sought after them, hoped and dreamed and struggled to make it to the top, to remove people from his path one by one. And, with minor setbacks, his grand scheme had worked.
He had wings now, wings like the birds, to take him higher than the moon, than the sun. A replacement he would be for the gods, for their unseen king.
Man would speak of him in but a whisper, a legend. They would speak of the man who ate the birds and surpassed the gods.
