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Anyways, this is my first story so bear with me. English is my second language but I'm trying hard not to mess up on writing.
This is a 7th Division Bleach fanfic with an OC. (Don't worry, the OC isn't all god-mode; you'll find out my OC is just a support just like Hanatarou← God I love him)
The 11th and 4th divisions will make many appearances. As well as some lieutenants and captains later on.
The beginning is set 10 years before the actual story line of Bleach. There will be large jumps in time, but there will always be a warning before every chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the poem below nor do I own Bleach. I also don't own Komamura. God, I want to roll around in his fur T_T. But my OC is mine!
Well, have fun reading!
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Ah, loneliness
How would I ever know
Who I am
Without you?
-Emma LaRocque-
The Sleeping Wood. A deep portion of the nearby woods surrounding the first district of Rukongai. These woods are lethal to any spirit that walks foolishly into such a place. The cadence of the leaves flowing in the wind lulls all life in this wood. Never to awaken again.
General Yamamoto-Genryuusai ordered Captain Unohana and myself to confirm a great deal of rumors that link to the woods. Some of the rumors speak of a spawning point for hollows, another speaks of a sealed god, and one tells of a hidden shrine filled with arcane artifacts from long ago. I depart tomorrow morning.
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"Ah, fair morning is not Captain Komamura?"
I turn my armored helmet slightly to see the captain of the 4th division walking slowly towards the entrance of the wood. "Good morning Captain Unohana." Her graceful and serene presence has won many subordinates, as well as a number of suitors might I add. Unfortunately for the suitors, she glides like a butterfly, but stings like a bee. A perfect example of 'Never judge a book by its cover.'
"Yes, a wonderful day. Would you like some tea after we finish? Lieutenant Kotetsu had made a delicious batch of sakura mochi yesterday." She replied softly. Another distinctive trait of hers is the polite formality she always uses. No matter ally, status or foe, she would always use formalities, a very virtuous woman.
"Forgive me, but I will decline your offer." I always excuse myself from such occasions. It is second nature for me. I am alone, even though my division, and others surround me; I still am alone, physically and emotionally. No one will ever accept me, except General Yamamoto and my most trusted friend, Tousen.
She looks at me with her soft eyes and lightly smiles. "I see, looks like I will have to eat them myself. I hope I don't gain any unnecessary weight." She softly chuckled. "Let us finish the mission." I curtly nod and walk a few steps ahead to scout for any potential danger.
Scouting and hunting are just the few of my traits that I find useful. Most of my skills are how you say, atavistic. I only survived thanks to my instincts.
Yet, why do I feel her eyes fixated on me for a while now? I feel as if my being is at question, or even threatened. But, of course that is my imagination. Right?
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It had been almost forty-seven minutes since we entered the woods. The once bright tree paths gradually dimmed into a rather dark and twisted profusion of roots and cold air. "Be careful of your step Captain Unohana. I believe we will reach our destination soon. I can hear it and see it." My ears and eyes are finely attuned to such places. Night vision and a splendid sense of hearing had aided me in tough situations. I could have been in the 2nd Division, if it wasn't for my large build and appearance.
"Captain Komamura, may I ask of you one question?" I hear her pant slightly after she managed to climb quite a large root. I do not say anything. If I were right, she would ask me about my reason for being covered. "I shall take your silence as a yes then."
"Why do you hide your appearance? Is it because you fear rejection?"
I thought so. "Captain Unohana, that is two questions." I add.
"Is that so? Then please choose to answer one of the two."
I only answer with silence. It is not because I cannot answer that question, but because I fear to answer. What would she think? I feel her gentle hand on my back. It is… soothing. " Captain Komamura Sajin of the 7th Division of the Gotei 13. Skilled in fighting and scouting, adept at nature and survival, and is believed to have a physique more than Captain Zaraki. These elements tell me that Captain Komamura, you are not human in appearance, am I wrong?"
I stop. A pall of silence covered the air. No life stirred, no sound moved. "…Pardon?" I ask. My ears must be failing me today. It has to be. She couldn't have found out. Impossible. It just can't be.
Her eyes pierce right through my back. It is as if I am transparent. "Your form is not of a human spirit am I correct?" She lightly reiterated, with a slightly mischievous tone.
So she did catch on to my true self. "Captain Unohana, I'm afraid I don't understand. I am a human spirit. The only reason I cover myself is becau-"
"Your tail is sticking out." She quickly interrupted. I forcefully turn myself around to face her, my hand goes around behind to check. But I feel no fur, no tail… she got me. She knew I was self-consciense and she tricked me. I never knew she was so, so devious. "Looks like I am right. That is all I need to know. Let us continue." Just like that, she gracefully moved ahead, leaving me behind, shocked.
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It had been an hour of awkward silence on my behalf. The leaves swayed in tune with the wind creating a lullaby; which had no effect on us I might add. I half wished Unohana to fall and drift asleep, but that would be heinous and highly against my scruples. I trashed that thought immediately. Unohana stopped in her tracks and spoke softly, "I apologize. I feel you are troubled about your secret. Do not worry, I will not tell." That relieved me a lot. "But on one condition, show me your face." And that just made me more feel more awkward. I acquiesced after a moment and slowly removed my helmet. No one will see; we are deep into the Sleeping Wood. Only Unohana will see me. No else.
I see her look at me with wide eyes. I do not blame her.
I am a wolf. Not the kind that walks on four feet. But an anthropomorphic wolf. A werewolf if you will. I remember being like this ever since. I have hidden myself ever since too. I do not know if I was born like this, because I cannot recall my family, only the things they taught me. My feral looks accompanied by my large height and equally large build, which General Genryuusai had complimented once about it being close to that of Myouou, instill fear into many that lay their unfortunate eyes upon me.
She stands there staring at my face. I feel uncomfortable. And I feel more uncomfortable when she softly chuckled and told me I looked like a big 'puppy.' I understand if it was Lieutenant Kusajishi of the 11th division who called me a puppy, but Unohana?
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After a very lengthy explanation about myself to Unohana, who it seemed, was greatly interested in my stamina and appearance, we came across a fork in the road, if you can call it one. Unohana said she would go right, while I continue up the left path.
After what truly seemed like an eternity of trees and roots. I came across a small, empty clearing. As I walked into the clearing, I could not help but feel light and serene. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my back.
Saying the scenery around me changed would be an understatement. What used to be an empty clearing was replaced by an old, dilapidated shrine. Just like the rumor said. I know I should go back and tell Unohana but something inside of me compelled me to go in to the shrine. The wood creaked underneath my weight as I walked towards the broken doors. My large hand grasped the side of the doors to slide it but they fell apart. I took a step in.
There was nothing inside. No artifacts, no hollow spawn, nothing. The only thing there was a large jizo found in every shrine. I took a moment and prayed to whatever deity housed there and made my way out.
Once outside, I noticed a figure run into small grove bamboo shoots. It would not be Unohana; the figure was much too small. Without hesitation I unsheathed my zanpakuto, Tenken, and sliced the bamboo horizontally.
"Ah!" A young feminine voice resounded through the area. I look down and to my surprise; a child lay unconscious amongst the bamboo shoots. The small girl must have been knocked out because of my spiritual pressure. I took into notice of the semi-long white hair and very cute face. She was short about 5'1. The girl seemed to be bleeding slightly, probably from the bamboo flying everywhere when I sliced. I pick her up and carried her back to the fork in the road, where I awaited for Unohana's return.
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Why is there so little of Koma-koma? and Iba... it makes me sad.