Well this is my first fanfic. So wish me luck ;)
This is going to take place around the 4th book of the Harry Potter series.
This is also right after the Aizen fight.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Bleach; the former belongs to J.K. Rowling and the latter to Tite Kubo! Love them, I command you!
And with that thought in mind onto the story!
Prologue
"Mugetsu." Black flames danced around him. His hair flowed like ebony around his shoulders. Thick bone like grey bandages covered his torso up to face, ending underneath his piercing crimson eyes. His black shihakusho moved like shadows around his waist. His bare feet were planted firmly in the air. He held out his right arm. The black fire concentrated into a sword shaped beam. He pointed it at the man that had destroyed so much of his life, the man he hated above all others. Said mans eyes grew wide as he saw his impending death only moments to late. The black flames swung down releasing a wall of fire cutting the offending man in half then disintegrated him and the wretched stone that gave him power.
Ichigo despite his utter exhaustion managed to make it back to the ground from where he was standing in the air. He was panting heavily and other than the odd bruise or cut he was in general unharmed. He did however notice that he had not yet lost his power or even returned to his previous look.
'Zangetsu, what's up? Why aren't I back to normal yet? There was no reply. 'Oi! Zangetsu? Shiro?' No one answered his thoughts, which was odd seeing as how he usually couldn't get his hollow to shut up. Worried he sat down and quickly entered his inner world. The sideways buildings were all black now. The sky was luckily the same if a little cloudy, only now there was a moon. He stood startled at this change. Then he realized he was alone. His Zanpakuto and his inner hallow were gone. He somehow knew that they truly had become one, it was the only explanation of this sudden change to the inner world he spent months fighting in. Then he noticed a feeling in the back of his mind, like he was being pulled elsewhere bit by bit.
"Ichigo?" Pulling out of his inner world he looked up to see Kisuke Urahara, or as he called him hat and clogs staring down at him, with an eyebrow raised. "I must admit, I didn't think you could actually manage to kill Aizen," he said as he pulled out a fan and held it in front of his mouth.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all." The fan snapped shut as Kisuke and Ichigo turned to look at where Orihime, Chad, and Uryu were making their way towards them.
"Is that really you Ichigo? You just look so… different." Orihime looked at him uncertainly as she rocked back and forth on her heels, arms crossed behind her back.
"Yeah, sorry to worry you so much. I…um, I'm not sure why I still look like this. Figured I would look normal after I used Mugetsu, but I don't know, maybe it became permanent for some reason." Ichigo shrugged sheepishly.
"Well at least no one can hassle you about your orange hair anymore." Uryu pushed his glasses up further on his nose. Chad nodded in agreement.
Orihime grabbed Ichigo's hand and started to lead him back towards the town. "We should go tell everyone that it's over and that you're OK! Ooh, maybe we can have a celebration or something!" The others started following after them.
"I'm sure Yuzu and Karin are worried sick. I should make some of my special leek banana stew! With some of Yuzu's curry on the side! Oh and…" She spun around as she felt Ichigo's hand disappear from her grip. She stared wide eyed as his hand and forearm turned to dust and blew away in the wind; he looked down at it as well when he noticed what she was gasping at.
"Shit," was all he said as his arm disintegrated and his chest followed suit. "Well… tell everyone I said bye." He gave them a sad smile as the rest of him flew away.
Ichigo drifted in black mist, obscured forms shifting past him. Until finally light came into view and he emerged in his inner world. The shinigami looked around, confusion etched onto his stern face. He looked down to see his reflection in the black glass of the sideways building he was standing on. Slowly his hair turned it's usual vibrant orange. Then it shortened to look light how it did before he used the final, though not so much, getsuga tensho. The rest of his image changed back to how it was as well. Zangetsu in his hand, the chains wrapping themselves around his right arm. Only now he had a simple sheath at his side. It looked like it was made of obsidian and had tinges of red when the light hit it. His eyes remained crimson however. His shihakusho was no longer torn to pieces, it was back to his normal bankai robe if a little longer, but bandages remained on his chest and ended at the top of his neck, as did the black tattoos on his body. Ichigo once again felt himself being pulled out of his inner world, only this time it felt as if he was being dunked into a vat of icy water.