Celestial Wing: A Love Story
Summary: A ChadxOC Fanfic. A new girl has come to Karakura Town and she is gifted with powers of the likes that leave even the Soul Society's Soul Reapers dumbfounded. One day, our gentle giant Chad unknowingly catches the eye of this mysterious and beautiful girl called Izar Chaosi. After meeting and befriending her Chad already feels that this could possibly be the girl he has always dreamed about. However, once he let's word out of his new found companion his soul reaper friends tell him that his dream girl is actually a horrible nightmare of a being with powers that could destroy entire worlds if used in the wrong manner.
Torn between his growing friendship with Izar and his already cemented relationship with his soul reaper buds Chad finds himself in the ugly spot of being caught in the middle. He wants to stay loyal to his friends but a part of him doesn't believe the horror stories that he has been told about Izar. This is the story of a deep friendship between a dangerously powerful girl and the boy who will stop at nothing to protect her.
This story takes place throughout the entire Bleach series starting from when Chad first enters the series as one of Ichigo's friends all the way to the first part of the Huenco Mundo arc. It will finally end with my own original arc. So expect a series to come of this. This will be the first part centering around the early episodes going into the Seretei arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with the BLEACH series. All that belongs to Mr. Tite Kubo. The only things I own is my characters Izar, Cyrus, and Thoth and anything that's in their storylines. Those are mine. Everything else is Tite's.
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Chapter One: Celestial Wings and the Warrior Boy
Izar Chaosi, a girl on a mission. Her two best friends are missing and have been for quite some time. She has no idea where they are or what could have possibly happened to them. She has only three clues to where they could be: a city, a name, and their medallions that she had found in said city. With only these in her arsenal she soon arrives at the city by the name of Karakura town. Now she's looking for the person with the name that was also supplied to her, Kisuke Urahara. With no idea who this is or what he could have to do with her friends Izar is in a position where there was no time for doubts or questions. If she didn't find her friends soon somebody else will. That will spell disaster for everything in existence.
Izar had perched herself on the ledge of a tall building in the inner section of the city. She sat with her legs swinging off the side, hands clasped in her lap in a nonchalant, laid back fashion. A breeze that had been blowing on and off all day made her super long hair fly around her like a billowy curtain. Izar was extraordinarily beautiful to the point that her walking down the street would get her much attention. Too much attention for her taste. She was rather on the short side only standing a good five two in all. Her freckly skin was a pretty tawny russet mixture in color that seemed to match well with her long, thick, shaggily wavy hair that hung to her butt with untrimmed bangs that were constantly being shaken out of her face. Her facial features were angelic with her full, heart shaped face, wide eyes that were a beautiful shimmering, iridescent black, and full lips with freckles sprinkled across her nose. She had a curvy, petite body that was accentuated by her rather tomboyish outfit of a tight black T-shirt, baggy blue jeans that hung low on her shapely hips, and black sneakers. Her most astonishing feature was the one that was always hidden under her hair. Though her face was always hidden by her it her hair always covered the left side a little more than the other. This was somewhat purposely because under it was her signature mark. A mark that would spell her doom if the wrong people saw it.
The mark was that of a ten pointed star that covered her entire left eye and a good portion of her face. The star had a thick black outline that surrounded her eye, inside was the beautiful design of much tinier stars that were intertwined and interlaced by less bold black lines all over. To a person who didn't know better they would think it was a very strange tattoo for her to get. To those who did have a clue as to whom or what Izar was would instantly know they were in the presence of great power, the mark being the sole symbol of that.
Izar watched in thoughtful silence as people and cars moved under her in the streets below. The setting sun in the distance casting everything in a golden hue. She was intrigued by how carefree some of these people seemed to be. One group of girls in uniforms put serious emphasis on that fact as they walked by, laughing and giggling amongst themselves. Completely oblivious to the cruelties and hardships that life could throw at you in a minute. Watching those girls made Izar wonder if she could ever find happiness like that. The kind that made you not harp so much on time and how much you had left of it, not worrying about what tomorrow will bring and live in the here and now.
She was happy like this once upon a time. Back when she was naïve to things herself. Back when her friends were by her side, when they were a make shift family, living on their own and not caring about anything but each other. Those days were long gone now and thinking of those happy times made Izar more determined to get those days back. She lifted her hands from her lap and clenched them into fist. Quickly getting to her feet Izar said quietly to herself, "I'm gonna get you back guys. I promise." She looked off towards the sunset. The sun itself bringing up memories of what she had lost. She shared the feeling whenever she looked at the moon too. As strange as it sounds you'll soon see why Izar has these feelings. Turning away from the sun she looked back at the streets below. That was when he caught her eye. Izar saw a young man walking down the street by himself. Unlike the other people that were carrying on about their day there was something about this young man that seemed to set him apart from everyone else. Not just because he stood so much taller than most of the other people he was passing, something about his presence made her eyes glue right to him. He was wearing a pair of large earphones upside down on his head. His dark brown, messy wavy hair hung in his rugged, manly face much like the same way hers did only his was nowhere near as long. His skin was a smooth chocolaty brown and his build was intimidating with broad, strong shoulders, and even from where she was watching him she could tell under that dark uniform he wore he had a hard, muscular body. Despite his hair hiding his eyes he wore a rather stoic, blank look on his face. Izar couldn't take her eyes off of him as he crossed the street towards the building she was standing on. Once he was on the sidewalk Izar saw a group of other boys emerge from out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. They all started to follow him, the looks on their faces telling the story of malicious intent towards the young man.
In that moment Izar decided to follow the group to see how this scene would play out. She ran along the buildings edge until she came to another one. She jumped across the space between the two buildings effortlessly, as if she did this thing all the time. While she skipped from rooftop to rooftop she kept a steady eye on the group of boys and the boy who caught her attention. She wasn't sure of what she was going to do if the boys did decide to do something but she kept following them anyway. It was somewhere around a block later that one of the boys emerged from the pack, went towards the tall boy, and shoved him hard into another alleyway. Although the shove was strong the tall boy didn't fall or stumbled. He simply backed into the alley. Izar stopped on the rooftop that overlooked the alley. She saw the boy shove him again, this time into some trashcans. He fell, knocking them over, distributing garbage all over the place. That's when they all pounced on him. While one stood him to his feet and held his hands behind his back, the others took turns punching every inch of his body. Izar was at a lost of words. It wasn't because she had never witnessed such brutality before. In actuality she had seen worse. It was the fact that she knew the young man was standing there just taking the assault. She had evaluated the situation before her. He was much taller and better built than all of the boys. Even with their simultaneous attack she knew if he wanted to he could have taken all of those boys down easily.
Yet he didn't, he stood there and took every blow that the boys dealt to him. In the midst of her anger at what she was seeing Izar also knew she was feeling something of a sense of pride on the boy's behalf. Instead of using his obvious advantage to take out the delinquents he took everything without complaint. She didn't even hear cries of agony or pain from him. His face didn't even twist up in pain.
"He's taking it like a warrior." She thought out loud.
That was the only way she could describe what the boy was doing. He was being a warrior by not fighting back, as backwards as that sounded. Just when the beating he was taking seemed as though there was no end another boy had happened upon the scene. He was a tall, slender boy with spiky, bright orange hair. The moment he was in the alleyway he went into action. He had kicked the ring leader right in the back, sending him flying into the wall behind the warrior boy.
"What the…?" one of the boys cried out.
"Hey, if you wanna fight than try somebody who's gonna do something back." the orange haired boy challenged them, his voice oozing strength and determination. Reminiscent of one of Izar's missing comrades.
"Get him." Commanded one as they all charged at him.
At first the orange haired boy seemed to be out matched with the others getting in shot after shot on him. Then there was a quick turn around as he started to throw his adversaries around like rag dolls. Izar mentally started to cheer the boy on in his fight. Just as sudden as the whole spectacle started it was over. Bodies littered the ground in the alley along with the garbage. Exhausted the orange haired boy collapsed onto the ground. Izar saw the warrior boy approach the sprawled body of the carrot top boy. The duo exchanged words but she couldn't really hear what they were saying with them speaking so low. Her curiosity got the better of her. Izar went over to the edge of the roof that faced the street, away from the alley. Casually she stepped off the ledge with one foot and let the other follow. As if she hadn't just faced a six story drop Izar landed on her feet in a crouching position. When she straightened up she saw two little boys staring at her in amazement standing there.
'So much for being discreet.' She mentally scorned herself.
"Hiya," she said to them with a small nod.
"Hi, are you some kind of warrior girl?" asked one of them.
"Yeah, like the one in this manga?" the other one said showing her a book with the picture of a scantily dressed female heroine on the front brandishing a long sword.
"Um…no." she said slowly.
"Yes, you are. No regular person can jump off of a building and land on their feet without a scratch." the one little boy said eagerly.
"Here, could you sign this?" the other one handed her the book with a marker.
"Oh well, alright." Izar said a little stunned. Just what she needed, two little boys thinking she was a comic book character, "What do you want me to write?" she asked.
"Write your name and put 'to Kenji' under it." He instructed her.
"Put my name too. It's Jiro." Said the other eagerly.
Izar did as instructed and handed it back to the boy called Kenji.
"Thanks, and don't worry. We know how people like you often work in secret so we won't tell anybody." said Kenji.
"Yeah, your secret is safe with us." assured Jiro.
"Thanks, that's really appreciated. You two should hurry on now, shoo, shoo." She said waving them away.
They both waved to her one more time before prancing off.
"That was awkward." She said to herself.
She had turned around to make her way towards the alleyway when she collided into the back of someone really tall and had a body that felt like armor.
"Oh, I'm really sorry." She quickly apologized looking up.
It was him! The person she walked into was her warrior boy. He looked down at her with a stoic stare. Up close Izar got a better, more in depth look at his face. His features were chiseled and angular with mocha brown almond shaped eyes that stared out from under his bangs. He also had a large sensual mouth with full lips. He had a few scratches here and there from his altercation with those boys but that was all he had.
"It's okay." He told her in a deep, bass filled voice.
"Hey Chad, who you talking to?" said another voice.
Izar saw the carrot top boy peek his head around the warrior boy in front of him.
"Oh," he said when he saw her, "Hi there."
"Hey," Izar said a little uneasily, "Uh…er…I saw those guys following you. I thought they were going to do something to you. I wanted to see if you were okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied simply. "Thanks to my new friend here."
"Okay, just as long as you're not hurt." She said looking away from his face towards the ground, "Well, bye." She said turning on her heel and jogging off.
She ducked into a doorway before she looked back at the two boys who were now walking away. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her hands felt sweaty and clammy. Why did he have such an effect on her? That was as strange as things were becoming with her.
There was only one thing on Izar's mind at that moment. For once in a long, long time it wasn't about her missing friends or her mission to find them. They were actually the furthest things from her mind right now. All she could think about was her warrior boy's name. It was Chad. That and how she had to talk to him again. Only this time carry a conversation with him. Just that quick she had found another mission she would embark on. Find out more about this giant who never uses his strength in vain.
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Fun Fact: Since Chad is of Mexican descent and I read in an interview that Tite Kubo really likes the Spanish language I decided to name my character "Izar" which is a Spanish name meaning "Star". Cool considering she has a star mark on her eye, huh?
That's the first chapter of my first fanfic. I think this starts things off a little slow, but I didn't want to rush into things either. The next couple of chapters you'll get to see Izar in action. Yes the girl kicks major ass. You'll also get to know a little more of her back story and stuff, too. So hang in there.