Jacy: Well, here's another idea fresh from the minds of me and my friend, who wants to be known as Connor.
Connor: Yeah, he and I recently had a flurry of ideas and decided to create a Bleach story.
Jacy: Instead of boring you with things that you probably won't read, let's start the story!
Disclaimer: We don't any of the copyrighted things we use, we do own our OCs and this story.
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Bleach: Revolution
Chapter 1: It's…real?
It started out like any other day for Jake Harlowe. Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, and head off to school. It's hard to believe that normal day would lead up to an incredible adventure; that by the end of it all he'd learn that what he had thought was just a cool anime and manga actually had a basis in reality, he'd fight the good guys, he'd fight alongside some of the good guys after he and his friend accidentally started a revolution, and he'd find the girl of his dreams in the most least likely of places, all after his own death! But, to understand everything, the best place to start would be when he and his friend were talking during their free period…
"I'm telling you, Connor," Jake told his friend as they stood, looking out a window at a black cat that sat there watching them back, "That cat has been following me for days now."
Connor Caelan merely shrugged his shoulders and responded with a wry grin, "Dude, chill, it's just a cat. It's not like you're superstitious about black cats anyway."
"It feels…I dunno, weird, I guess," he said, turning and putting his back to the window, "Like it's studying me, or something."
"You're too paran—" Connor was cut off as a wail of some sort rang out from nearby. There was a split second of silence before they heard the sounds of glass breaking and walls being torn through; as well as the panicked screams and shouts of students and teachers alike. Unlike everyone who began to pour out of the different rooms in swarms in a frantic to get to the exits, the two teens ran towards the source of the commotion.
When they reached the room where the wail had come from, they were shocked by what they saw. The entire room was covered in a sheet of reflective ice; some of the shapes it covered even appeared like students. The windows of the room had all shattered inward, and there was a huge slash-like gash that went across the wall and all the way through to the outside.
Jack went over to one of the frozen people and saw his own reflection in the ice. He had messy brown hair that covered his forehead and most of his ears, and dark green eyes that were full of numbed shock. He stood at about 5'9", and wore a short-sleeved red shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He started to reach out a trembling hand to touch the frozen person closest to him, but Connor grabbed his wrist before he could. He turned to look at his friend and saw him shake his head, motioning toward a pair of frozen people frozen with one of them touching the other.
Connor was taller than Jack, nearly 6' tall, and built like a linebacker. His black hair was cut short, and his dark-colored eyes were full of wariness. He wore a black leather jacket over a black Voltaire, his favorite musician, t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He let go of his wrist and two of them continued to look around the icy room with horrified wonder.
"What the hell did this?" Jake asked; anger and nausea building up in his gut.
"I dunno," Connor responded, his eyes watching for any sign of movement, "But I don't think it left."
"What do you—" the brown-haired teen began to say when a strangely-familiar voice cut him off.
"Get down!" it shouted in an unmistakably masculine voice, but both boys had heard enough of it and knew the actuality. Connor hit the floor without hesitation, but Jake turned around to see the same black cat that had been following him in an aggressively-frantic stance just before he was hit by something hard enough for him to go flying into the iced-over white board and crack it. As he hit the board, something very unsettling happened: his body jerked forward and another Jake was knocked out while his body fell limply to the floor. The second Jake had a metal plate in the middle of his chest and a chain extended from it and was attached to the seemingly-lifeless one.
"What the hell?" he said, holding up the chain in shock, "I'm a…spirit?"
"Move, baka!" he heard the same voice say before he was knocked to the side by the cat just before a massive fist hit the wall behind where he'd just been standing, causing pieces of ice to fall onto his body. He looked in terror at the creature it belonged to: It had dark grey skin with lines of pale blue on its sides, and was large enough that it had to hunch over to fit in the room. It slightly resembled a gorilla in appearance, though its hands had claws and its feet were like hooves. Its face was concealed behind a bone-white mask that looked like the face of a bear and had pale blue lines curling all over it. The mouth of the mask moved as it breathed, creating ice crystals with each breath, and there was a hole in the middle of its chest.
"A Hollow? What the fuck is going on?" Jake demanded as the Hollow pulled its fist back.
"Now's not the time for explanations," the cat told him, watching the Hollow closely, "You and your friend need to leave!"
"But, wait, you're…Yoruichi," the teen said in disbelief, realization finally setting in, "And you've been following me. Did you know this was going to happen?"
"Didn't you hear me?" the cat said, turning its head back to look at him, "Get out of—!"
"Look out!" Connor's voice broke in before its owner tackled both of them to the side just before the Hollow's hand slammed into where they'd been moments before. The Hollow let out a frustrated wail as it realized its hand missed, while Jake found himself shorter of breath than the others.
Yoruichi, the cat, noticed this and said, "It's too dangerous for you to remain in spirit form. With the way that thing is attacking, it won't be long until it accidently breaks your Chain of Fate. Or eats you or crushes your body."
Before either of them could say or do anything, a new, yet greatly familiar, figure showed up in front of them faster than should be possible. The newcomer wore a green-and-white striped bucket hat over his messy light-blonde hair, a black coat with diamonds on the bottom, a pair of traditional wooden Japanese sandals, green traditional Japanese clothing, and an unsheathed cane sword in his right hand. He looked back at the three and revealed grey eyes partially hidden in shadow by his hat.
"About time, Kisuke-kun!" Yoruichi shouted, though the use of the unnecessary honorifics in English showed that the cat was only teasing, "This one's a lot stronger than we thought!"
"I'm sure you could've handled it yourself, Yoruichi-san," Kisuke said with an almost-sincere grin, "For you it should be child's play."
"Keeping these two from getting themselves killed had me distracted!" the cat said defensively.
Before Kisuke could respond, the Hollow brought his hands down, with one closed into a fist and the other wrapped around it, in an attempt to smash him. However, the blonde-haired man brought up his free hand and caught it with ease, the force behind the blow not even fazing him as the floor cracked beneath his feet.
He frowned up at the creature that dwarfed him in size, but obviously not power, and spoke in a condescending tone, "It's impolite to attack someone that's talking, even if you're a monster. I'll have to teach you a lesson."
Before the Hollow had time to react, Kisuke brought the blade up and cut off its hands at the wrist. The beast howled in agony and stumbled back as its appendages fell to the ground with dull thuds. The Hollow proceeded to charge at the man in the green-and-white striped bucket hat in a blind fury. Kisuke let out an over-dramatized yawn as he simply sliced it in half with the sword. He shook the black Hollow blood off his blade as the now-purified spirit turned into spirit particles, dismembered hands and all.
"It really is Urahara…" Connor breathed as the two teens released the breath they didn't know they'd been holding in. The man, an ex-Soul Reaper they realized, opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly dodged to the side; revealing a large, bone-white spike flying at a breakneck speed at the other three.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion around Jake as he saw Connor and Yoruichi dive to the side. The lance-like object continued to fly towards him and he finally tried to follow the others' example as he dove in the opposite direction. The spike sailed past him, whistling as it split the air and he thought he was safe…until it hit something and he felt like a massive weight had been placed on his chest, making it even harder to breathe.
He turned to see what it had hit, feeling as if he were moving through gelatin, and saw a sight that made him go pale. The spike had impaled a short ways away from him, but that wasn't why he'd turned pale. The spike had impaled through the chest of his physical body, blood from the wound pooling underneath his body, and the chain on his chest was broken and only had half a dozen links on it, the last one cracked in half.
"Oh, shit…" he whispered, his eyes as big as dinner plates.
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Jacy: And there's chapter 1!
Connor: Hope you enjoyed it!
Jacy: Catch ya later!