Welcome to my new story! I still have to finish my Dark Side of the Blacker Moon one, WHICH will be finished soon but I was bored so I decided to go ahead and make my prologue at least. DO NOT BE DISAPPOINTED IF 1, this does not have yaoi or romance! This happens after Ichigo gets his Soul Reaper powers back from Rukia after beating the Fullbringers and leave it at that. This will stay close and true to Kubo's original content. Also I will be using some Portuguese terms and so I've looked for a translator who speaks it fluently in case I don't anger native speakers in the future haha.

NOW; DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach, but only my OC's. Enjoy and let's let this epic and harrowing story be untold!

Karakura Town

Month and Year: February, 1985

It was a cloudy and chilly evening, the sky was threatening to snow down upon the Soul Reapers who waited for the enemy to arrive. Kisuke Urahara, he held his dear and powerful Benehime in hand and waited in a different but close location. They waited in the middle of the street, there weren't too many people around, all the townspeople had been put to sleep to protect against casualties. Kisuke wasn't involved with these underlings, he kept his presence hidden remembering full well he was a traitor to the Soul Society, he would step in only if it was necessary.

The cold breeze made Kisuke's striped hat flutter in the air, as well as the rest as his clothing he wore, the cold did not bother him, he had fought battles before in the freezing winter and humid summers in the past. The biting cold was nothing compared to what was coming for them, it was deadly and potent.

"Don't 'cha need a hand?"

Kisuke turned his head to the side, and there stood Shinji Hirako. Automatically, memories he had of him as a former captain flew and went through his mind, this was the first time in decades they had seen each other since they fled the Soul Society. Shinji wore a black collared - long sleeve shirt with a white tie and dark jeans, his hair went past his shoulders, but not as long as he used to have it when he was in his position as Captain.

"I really appreciate it Shinji, but I don't want to put you in any danger. You're not fit for this fight." Kisuke warned.

"Can't I least be some sort of backup? The guys back at my place are anxious, ya know."

Kisuke sighed. He was grateful for his partnership in what was to come, but he warned again;

"I'll say it one more time; the enemy we are about to face...is cruel and merciless his ability...is unlike any other Hollow from the past. If you were to fight him face to face, you may lose yourself in the process, and become a threat to not only yourself but to others as well, that goes for a Vizard such as you."

Shinji had his head bowed down. He wanted to say something against his warning, but couldn't. The tone Kisuke had held such concern and fear for his safety.

"If you say so, and if he's that dangerous, I'll step down."

I'll wait if I have to, Shinji thought to himself secretly.

"I know it's shameful to run away from a battle. I know the feeling. But we can't risk your Hollow becoming an even bigger problem if you face their leader."

"Gotta witness this myself, can I before all hell turns loose?" Shinji's curiosity couldn't be ignored.

"As you wish, just heed what I said before." Kisuke accepted his request.

"The Garganta is opening! Everyone be ready!" Someone shouted.

And so it did. Inside it were numerous Arrancars within. All dressed in bone white uniforms, they're eyes were only slivers of light. In the center was a tall man, their leader. His smile was cold, and crazed.

"My dear men, let's reign terror upon this world."

Suddenly, the earth shook. The buildings in the area began to collapse, and they went from white, to a rust colored texture, everywhere the Soul Reapers looked, every surface was covered in blood and rust, it was like the look of an after battle. The sky went from grey to a light orange and red orange, and minutes before the Arrancars had arrived, it began to snow and fall like dried ash. The sight made them feel uneasy.

"Just this is just the start of his power, what you all see...is a manifestation of his bloodlust." Kisuke stated.

Shinji decided to leave. It wasn't worth risking his life, or sanity by being close and ignoring Urahara's warning. He'd changed his mind in fighting.

"I can see that. I'll be off on my way. This breaks my heart that I and the others can't help you." Shinji said sadly. "I wish you guys a hella lot of luck." He flashed- stepped away.

Kisuke got closer, but still stayed out of sight and watched closely. He counted down the Captains taking part of the battle; Soi Fon, Toshiro Histugaya, Byakuya Kuchiki, Kenpachi with Yachiru happily on his shoulder, Mayuri Kurotsutchi, and their Lieutenants, all up front and facing the enemy. The Head Captain stood in the middle with them.

"Ah look, we have guests for this party." The Leader said happily.

He, and other Arrancars jumped down onto the street, and walked closer. The Soul Reapers stiffened with fear. This made the leader smile with delight. He stopped, his men stopped as well, and he lifted his arms to welcome them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I am the current King of Hueco Mundo, Arruinar. And I've come crash this joint." He bowed with one arm by his chest.

He had black hair that went down past his shoulders, he was lean and thin, but he had a muscular figure. His eyes were a vibrant indigo. His mask fragment sat on top of his head to the scalp, with short bullhorns. He wore fancy gloves for the occasion, but his outfit was the same as his comrades, the only difference was the color of it, black with white trimmings.

"If I may, I would like to borrow one of your men." His irises shrunk, and his smile went from ear to ear.

An audible shrill like sound filled the air, making everyone freeze.

He flashed towards them at high speed, and grabbed one man from the crowd. He held the helpless man by the jaw, and he frantically tried to pry the Arrancar's grip from his face.

"Let me show you, just how weak you all are compared to me."

Something began to happen to the man he hung onto, his Soul Reaper uniform and skin started to peel off in pieces and float upwards in the air. The man started to groan from pain, then leading to screaming in agony. His whole body started to convulse and his flesh started to quiver, it seemed his form was reshaping into something else. Blood started to spray from his back and a pair of insect wings started to sprout, the man, or now creature continued to make inhuman squeals and noises. A white blob of goo started to come out of his mouth and it covered his face, now forming into a Hollow Mask, a hole formed in its chest, its uniform was no longer in existence, and it finished its form, it now was a humanoid insect.

A female voice among the Soul Reapers tried to get them to stay but they were much too scared to stay.

"FOOLS, STAY AND FIGHT!" Soi Fon ordered them.

The Soul Reapers were horrified at this point, a few ran off screaming, one crying and calling the name of the man Arruinar had turned into a Hollow against his will, most likely a friend of his.

….

As the battle raged on, only just a few of the Captains were on their feet, some of the assistant captains were either still fighting, injured or hiding to prevent any fatal injuries. Fire was everywhere, burning everything. They made the sky almost black.

Arruinar entertained himself by watching his own underlings do the fighting for him. He could not wait to rule, of course he needed to get these pests out his sight. It was a small price to pay for the goal he desired.

Without even turning around yet, he sensed someone walking towards him,

Kisuke stepped forward, he was shaking but he kept his nerves down. Arruinar noticed this. He admired this man already.

"Are you afraid of me? I can see you are, yet you still desire to stand against me? I am very impressed. It takes a lot of courage to stand against the spread of my fear." He chuckled.

"I won't let you take another life. Let's end this." Kisuke's eyes glared at him.

"As you wish, my Captain." Arruinar said with glee.

Arruinar drew his blade and charged, both of their weapons clashed, they echoed into the night and into the rust colored sky. Snow began to fall harder, and some of it covered the town into red, fleshy texture. It was going to be a very long, dark battle.

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