Hey, this is my first Bleach fanfic, I've been thinking about it for a while actually. The grammar and form is really bad because I don't usually write stories, I think them. Anyway I don't include a prologue so the basics are Ichikei is Ichigo Kurosaki's son and after the disappearance (or maybe death O) of Ichigo, Ichikei was in the shared custody of Ichigo's closest allies and friends in soul society…ugh…its sorta shaky, but if you liked it : Thanks for reading; and if u didn't: screw ya
Yoruichi Shihouin and kurosaki Ichikei were walking away from Uruhara Shop – Soul Society branch, Yoruichi laughing at Ichikei's glasses.
"Ugh…Who would have thought a Shinigami would need glasses…"
"Stop messing around with those, it's your fault for staring at those Hadou #4."
"The Byakurai? If I don't practice then I'm not gonna get better, Kuchiki-nee can already do most of them with out having to use incantations, I need to get that good."
"You still don't have to blow your eyes out. Anyway, how goes your training, did you get your Zanpakutou's name yet?"
"… no…its like I know what it is but I just cant get my mind to unscramble it, I can almost hear him talking to me, I even know it's a him…something to do with the moon or something. Anyway I know I'm close."
'I can't believe that he is this close already, no wonder he is a prodigy. He's almost there, don't give up now,' Yoruichi though to her self, 'I know you won't give up…just like your father'
They closed in on the Seireitei gates and Jidanbo greeted them.
"Ooh, Ichi, how's it going, got your glasses I see! HAHAHA."
Ichikei glared at Jidanbo through his ivory white glasses, "Don't throw a fit over some stupid glasses. Shouldn't you open the gate for us now?"
Jidanbo quietly opened the gate and watched as Ichikei walk in. He walked as though he was a lord walking into his castle; Ichikei had that vibe about him, as he walked his robes would follow his every motion, a strong strict posture with a relaxed expression; no one dares anger him beyond his breaking point.
"He's pretty bummed about his glasses, huh, Yoruichi-sama"
"HAHA, yeah, but I don't trust those glasses, I got them from Uruhara shop, and the last time a Kurosaki got face-wear from him, well, you know how it turned out."
With a few more light comments about Ichikei and glares from him, they went to their old training ground.
"I don't like this place; something about having my old mans training ground sorta just sets me off ease. But this is my last day to join the troops of the Gotei 13 so I'm desperate."
"Just so you know, I'm not going to hold back today, that's the only way you'll learn, if I force it out of you"
"…I'm ready! GO!!"
With that the student and the master charged at each other. Blades clashed, skin tore, blood dripped, kidous were unleashed. In the end they were both left standing, Ichikei with his legs shaking, his panting breath he was at his limit.
'This is it, if he doesn't get it soon…then its hopeless," Yoruichi thought to her self, then she quickly went for the last strike…
'I have to release it now, this is my last chance'
'Then call for me by name'
'I can't, your name, I can't hear it'
'You are your father's son, are you not; you and he are connected as I and the moon's scar am'
'My father's child…'
Just before the final clash between Ichikei and Yoruichi, his Reiatsu increased higher than it had ever gone, higher than anyone else at his level, a Reiatsu which would even make the mountains quake. At the tops of his lungs, he yelled out…
!!!WAIL …TSUKIOUJI!!!