Oh God, what have I done with my life?

Hello everyone, Eren here and I'm finally (FINALLY) back with new instalments of my series Team Prima. I will be re-writing everything from scratch so that's a thing… Anyway, I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to update anything on here for a while, I've been really pre-occupied with school and exams and I was burning the midnight oil for various competitions and now I'm making excuses…

Really, I could've been done with this like three days ago, but then I got into Death Parade and finally got to sitting through all three seasons of Kuroko no Basuke's there's your reason for slow updates. But really though, it's been around two? Three(?) months? I should really just shut up and get to writing this out, enjoy~!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Fairy Tail. I just wish I did so I could make a super awesome protagonist that wasn't a total idiot.

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Chapter 1: Prologue! !

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Bathed in the eerie glow of the full moon, a man dressed in a rather risqué green kimono, complete with steel bottomed geta slippers and a formal katana stuck into his obi moved quickly and quietly through the forest canopy, a bar of rich, dark chocolate sticking out from the corner of his mouth. His silver eyes were narrowed, trails of liquid metal leaving his steely grey orbs as he moved at speeds that surpassed the sound barrier. His scrappy blonde hair shuffled soundlessly in the resistant wind and his mouth was set firmly in a rather uncharacteristic frown, at least, for him.

Kisuke Urahara was on a mission.

He had heard from his close friend-in-arms- Gin that Aizen was planning on starting the Arrancar Project, but he had foolishly assumed that the demon in man's clothing wouldn't have found the Hyogyoku in time to complete the initial stages of his plots. Imagine his surprise (for Urahara quite despised surprises) when Gin's next letter was to inform him and his family that Aizen had not only completed the Arrancar Project, but that ten children had already been turned into the hybrids. Needless to say, Kisuke and his family were rather pissed off by the abruptness of the report and were forced to carry out desperate measures to not only rescue those children, but to stop Aizen completely.

Kisuke Urahara wasn't a stupid man, however. He was aware that they couldn't even remotely touch Aizen now that he had acquired the Hyogyoku; hopefully, the ambitious fool hadn't figured out that the Hyogyoku wasn't simply for amassing power, but for transforming one into the Hyogyoku itself. He couldn't afford to be late.

Tonight, they had to rescue each of those children.

His silver eyes darted to the right quickly before he skidded to an abrupt halt, pulling his sword from its place on his waist and twisting the exquisite wooden sheathe sharply to act as a rudder for steering him away from the sudden lithe figure that appeared from the shadows.

"Byakuya. How's the situation at the manor?"

A tall man dressed in a white haori and a light black hakama stepped out of the shadows. His grey eyes were narrowed and although he was covered from head to toe in sticky, crimson blood, he looked rather calm, his inky dark hair kept out of his eyes with now blood-stained, white ties. He was holding onto the sheathe of a longer than usual katana and the wind began to pick up, stirring up the spring cherry blossom petals that whirled around his feet, "The West Wing is on fire, Kyoraku and Toshiro have also confirmed that the Hyogyoku has been broken by one of the thirteen Arrancar children during the panic."

"Thirteen?! Three more?"

Byakuya glared slightly at the blonde man, the wind ruffling his hair and clothes restlessly. Kisuke had the decency to at least look apologetic, he was aware that the Kuchiki was in full battle mode. The green clad male smiled sheepishly before he waved his hand in the universal sign of continuation.

Byakuya turned around and pointed his sword in the direction of thick, billowy smoke and unsheathed his sword, causing the wind to pick up a bit more, "There have been four casualties. Kyoraku and Jyushiro have already corralled the remaining nine children, however, when I departed, there were four or five."

Kisuke inhaled deeply. Four of them were killed, five of them were missing. He reached into his kimono and pulled out a large multi-coloured swirled lollipop and placed it into his mouth before staring at Byakuya, "How's Yoroichi taking it?"

"She's handling the other four; she said that we had to keep as many of them safe as possible. We're wasting time; the fire will be out by the time we get to the manor. We can't allow the ones we've trapped in the fire to recover before we move the children."

Kisuke nodded and allowed Byakuya to lead the way, his thoughts flowing in random directions as he calculated possibilities and outcomes that could stem from burning the only home these children had likely had. The blond huffed as he twirled the lollipop in his mouth; this was going to be the end of him.

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Zangetsu was pacing. It wasn't like the twelve year old to be so unabashedly nervous, but his little brother, his littlest brother, wasn't waking up. Shiro had already taken up residency right next to him, in order to make sure that Ichigo got all the air that he could, but the orangette wasn't waking up.

The raven haired boy narrowed his pale blue eyes at the short white haired male that was talking with a tall, narrow-eyed woman. Bits and pieces of their conversation was lost on him, parts such as 'Kisuke is going to throw a hissy fit' and 'I hope Gin doesn't get it too badly', but he couldn't be bothered to think too deeply on it. All that mattered was that the only home, shelter, they had known was now in ashes and out of the group of thirteen Espada, him and his brothers included, only four of his closest friends were in the court. Apart from himself and his siblings, the only other person that had deigned it logical to stay in the court filled with strange adults that had, for all intents and purposes, committed arson and taken them hostage (all they needed were bonds or something), was his personal best friend Ulquiorra Schiffer.

Said person was on the far end of the courtyard, curled into a ball, trying to deal with the pain of losing his right arm. Zangetsu could see it from here, though, even if it was slow, extremely slow for an Espada at least, his arm was regenerating. Ulquiorra was a pale -almost white- boy only a handful of years older than Zangetsu himself. He had silky, long black hair and empty, seemingly hollow green eyes that fit hauntingly well on his eternally monotonous face. He was in a rather burnt white cloak that was quickly turning brown due to the drying blood that had stained it from his little… disagreement with Szayel, another one of his good friends that had fled the scene as soon as possible.

His ears perked at the sound of a strong wind and, before he knew it, a rather… weird man dressed in a green haori and hakama with a black kimono top over his shoulders was in front of him. His blonde hair looked rather ruffled from his trip, and he was sucking a rather large lollipop with a large grin plastered on his face. He summoned a green and white striped hat from literally nowhere and placed it on his head before stepping back and allowing the raven haired child to take his frame in a bit better. The man radiated sneakiness and rather discomforting cunning however, there was also the faint aura of protectiveness and sincerity about him, Zangetsu couldn't pick out the rest of emotions, his own wounds were beginning to toll on him. He could see, dimly from the corner of his eyes that his little brothers, Shiro and Ichigo had been picked up by a large intimidating man with rather spiky, dark hair that had… bells(what the hell had they gotten themselves into?!) on the end of each spike. His heavy eyes were narrowed as his own magical presence rose ever so slightly with the way that his siblings were thrown over his shoulder like they were bags of potatoes, "What… are you doing with… my brothers?"

It was hard to speak; perhaps getting slashed from a rather pissed off Grimmjow in the back wasn't such a good idea. His wound had re-opened with his pacing it would seem. Ah, he could feel the familiar comforting blackness that stemmed from fatigue; he shouldn't close his eyes, not with these wounds. He'd go into shock, and he'd probably die from blood loss but…

Zangetsu promptly fainted.

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He faintly remembered being in the grass and he could hear his brother shouting at him. He remembered feeling scared, his little brother was in a coma or something and he, with all of his Kurosaki pride, couldn't do a damn thing. He definitely remembered a lot of fire. Getting burnt through the steel doors that protected them and fighting with Grimmjow and Nnoitra because the two idiots refused to stay by them and, if they were lucky, getting a free-pass to the civilised world. He remembered that calm bastard Szayel walking off on the three of them and he could remember screaming at the snake-like four-eyes that he was a coward and that he was just breaking up their family more and he could clearly remember the piercing words that the snake had spoken in response to that comment. The way he looked back and frowned before adjusting his glasses and slicking back his hair like Aizen often did when he ran out of hair gel, he was crying too, proper and calm as he was, fucking Szayel was crying like he was making the hardest choice in his life. He turned around, looked him and Zangetsu straight in the eyes and said, "I'm cutting all ties with this God-forsaken place. I have enough scars to bear on my back. I'm not chancing it again."

He remembered though, the way his amber eyes were quivering and the way he looked ready to just drop dead, "I'm cutting all ties with you. Please stop me."

He didn't. His big brother didn't either and he remembered a tear or two spilling as he watched, he knew and he watched, Szayel Aporro Granz walk out of their life for good. He was as good as family to him. Zangetsu probably has it worse, though, he and Szayel and that creepy bastard Ulquiorra were always trying to get them out of that prison. Perhaps it was for the best that that bastard Aizen burnt in there. He fucking deserved it.

He was trying to remember where he was. He could feel a soft mattress and he could smell that strange flowery smell that often clung to Momo's clothes and would bring back memories of his mother before she kicked the bucket.

He was remembering again, his mom's pretty smile and the way her blonde hair would often sway when they played in the forest that was outside of their home. He could see his old man's goofy grin when the three of them offered to watch him work his magic on an injured Exceed, the blue haired boy with the weird tattoo and all the clothes was always stopping by, but he couldn't remember his name.

He could remember playing pranks with Ichigo, co-ordinating stupid childish things like making flour fall on his dad's head when he walked through the front door and hiding his favourite soaps or even changing is shampoo for the weird mixture of melted cheese and his mother's perfume. His old man's hair smelled like old cheese for weeks afterwards.

He could also remember Zangetsu teaching the two of them how to read while their mother was out in the city shopping and the old man was tinkering around with potions or swinging his old sword around. He also remembered taking care of a small black cat with Zangetsu and Ichigo, he remembered Zangetsu telling him that if he petted the cat too roughly that it would hate him and he recalled sulking for the rest of the day in the corner of their shared room until his little brother (by three or so minutes) came and shared his chocolate bar with him.

He remembered his dad's crazy friends too, that one weird guy that like cross-dressing and another really, really, really short old man that would come over and take care of them ever so often. He couldn't remember anymore though. He felt like he was floating on nothing, maybe he was flying?

Perhaps, he could probably just close his eyes and then… wait. Is that his…

"Welcome home. Shirosenso."

"…Mom…"

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Unohana Retsu was panicking.

Any doctor worth their lab coat knew that panicking was probably the worst thing that could happen while in a situation like this one, but it looked bad. It was really looking hopeless for the albino in front of her.

According to the green eyed boy that she had finished patching up, Ulquiorra, Shirosenso Kurosaki had a severe blood deficiency. He wasn't sickly, but if he lost enough blood, there was a good chance that he could die within hours, enough blood being roughly one pint. Seeing as how the kid just spent damn near an hour bleeding out over his little brother, who was also in their intensive unit due to his heart stopping, after which he was handled like a box of potatoes by Kenpachi, it was safe to say that he was in a lot of trouble. He needed a blood transfusion ASAP and with the only other person in the building with his blood type being his still unresponsive twin brother, they were in a lot of trouble.

Her violet quickly took in the scene in front of her, the albino, who was indeed completely sheet white, was covered in blood. His original wound was inflicted by a small prick to an artery near his jugular vein and he had started bleeding out a little after, best bet was that he himself didn't realise that he was bleeding. What was most difficult to work with, however, was the fact that the boy's skin was damn near impossible to cut through, even the wound that was inflicted on him wasn't tender enough for her to cut and stop the bleeding properly. She ended up having Byakuya use his release to stitch his wound up and even then, the boy was losing blood pressure fast. His heart was slowing down, and until Yoroichi came by and said that it was okay to take blood from the youngest of the four patients, he was as good as dead.

And that was something to be avoided at all costs.

The opening of the room door had her turning around sharply, ready to kick out whoever ignored the in-progress sign that was hung over the door. She stopped however, when she saw the frame of the other brother, the older brother in the room, sweating and panting like he had just run the entire length of the compound. She opened her mouth to tell him to leave but she was immediately cut off.

"Give him my blood."

She stared at him for a couple seconds, he was also admitted into the ICU due to him suffering from blood loss and poisoning from a central wound on his back. He barely had enough blood to sustain himself, why was he trying to play Samaritan with his brother's life?

"You need to get back to your own room. You're barely standing on your own two legs, never mind giving your blood to your brother."

She got up from the mat she was sitting on and turned around to face him. He was tall for his age, looking more like sixteen than twelve, with narrowed pale blue eyes and a curtain of wavy black hair that cut over his shoulders and framed his face. He was dressed in one of the black shuhakushou that they had in stock and he looked determined.

"I don't care. It's my job as his older brother to protect him at all costs."

She had no time for his games, "It's also your job as his brother to survive, isn't it? How do you think he'd feel if he woke up knowing that it cost you your life?"

He frowned before he held up a needle in his left hand and turned his right hand over. He aimed directly for his vein and stabbed himself with the needle uncaringly, causing Unohana to shoot up, her hands already emanating a pink glow to stop his bleeding. He didn't move though, simply allowed himself to bleed into a small puddle before retracting the needle and shaking the excess onto the floor. He then looked at her straight in the eyes and placed both of his hands in the precious crimson liquid that was on the floorboards, a bright red magic circle formed over his hands and in a still voice he murmured, "Blood Conversion: Expansion."

The effects of the spell were instant, the liquid on the ground and apparently in the air around Zangetsu became heavier, condensing into a large bubble that floated directly in front of Unohana. Red droplets floated all around the black haired male before he hissed in pain, his own blood was being depleted for the spell. It left his hand quickly, each drop converting the makeup of the water around him, he was on his knees by now, blood leaving his system quicker than he could handle. He glared at Unohana, "Get a bucket, or a container. I have to drop it somewhere."

The dark haired woman was staring. This kid had just produced nearly three gallons of blood from a needle prick and water vapour. What kind of monsters were the Arrancar anyway?

"Don't stand there, the spell is breaking."

His strained voice broke through her surprise. She quickly ran to the back room and retrieved a large pig's bucket in which every single drop of blood fell, not a single one was wasted.

He got off of the floor and dusted his knees, "Use that. It's clean slate. Put a drop or so of Shiro's blood and it should change to suit his type."

Unohana was at a lost. This… child had just solved the dilemma that was plaguing his brother in a couple seconds with a spell that scared her. What kind of magic granted the ability of blood control?

She had no time to waste though, she had what she needed. She had a life to save.

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Huh… That's a wrap!

We've finally gotten the first chapter down and I personally can't wait to start out on a nice, clean slate. I really hope that my previous readers enjoy the new version, I'm pretty happy with this as far as first chapters go, especially since I will have to dedicate a good amount of time to the pre-canon arc because there's a lot that going to go down.

Uh, I don't know if it wasn't clear in the chapter itself, but the people that were saved from the fire were Ichigo, Zangetsu, Shiro and Ulquiorra. This chapter focused on Zangetsu and Shiro (kinda) and the next chapter is going to focus on Ichigo and Ulquiorra (kinda), there will be three prologue chapters however, so.., yeah.

I hope you guys enjoyed and I'd enjoy your feedback, tell me how I could improve or what you think is going to happen. Little fun fact thing, using magical blood on a non-magical being tends to change a lot of things…

-Eren~