Okay, so I'm just gonna get this out of the way right now: many of you are probably wondering why I'm posting this story, especially since I already have a Bleach Multiverser story out. Well, the reason is simple. It would take too long for me to get the story where I want to get it to, especially since it takes place in the past.
So, I've come up with a solution: I am now regulating my first Bleach story into a prologue story. It takes place in the same universe, but it tells the tale of Michael's early days in the realm of Bleach, including how he became stronger.
This story, on the other hand, takes place in the present day. It starts off at the same time the series does, and will continue as such (though it will have some changes, due to Michael's interference). Also, as a heads up, this will also have some changes at the very beginning. You'll see what I mean soon enough.
Also, just to give a heads up, this is a story about an OC who might come off a bit as a Gary Stu. This story is meant to simply be read for entertainment. Don't like it, don't read it.
And now for the disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way, shape or form. The series, and all of its characters, are the rightful property of Tite Kubo, and will remain as such. If I did own the series, then i would at least make it so that the final arc of the manga was adapted into an anime version.
Now then, enjoy what is to come in "Soul Reaper of the Multiverse"...
HAREM MEMBERS:
-Tier Harribel
-Yoruichi Shihoin
-Orihime Inoue
-Rukia Kuchiki
-Rangiku Matsumoto
-Nelliel Tu Odelschwank
-Franceska Mila Rose
-Emilou Apacci
-Cyan Sung-Sun
-Chizuru Honsho (bisexual)
-Tatsuki Arisawa
-Sui-Feng (bisexual)
-Riruka Dokugamine
POSSIBLE HAREM MEMBERS/FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS:
-Retsu Unohana
-Isane Kotetsu
-Nemu Kurotsuchi
-Cirucci Sanderwicci
-Jackie Tristan
-Bambietta Basterbine
-Candice Catnipp
-Meninas McAllon
-Giselle Gewelle
-Liltotto Lamperd (in this story, she will be older than she looks)
Chapter 1: The Death and the Multiverser
Third Person's POV:
Karakura Town, 2:23 A.M., Friday
Karakura Town. A town that is quiet by all human standards. To the spirit world, however, this place has the greatest concentration of spiritual beings. That was what made this place such an important area for the future battles in this world.
But that is in the future. This, right now, is the present, where our story begins.
It was a peaceful night in Karakura Town. The sky was clear, the crescent moon and stars were shining brightly, and a person was standing on the top of a lamppost as a black butterfly fluttered off.
...Yeah, to a normal person, that last sight would certainly be strange. However, that was if the individual on the lamppost could be seen. Said individual was a petite girl, dressed in a black shihakushÅ with short black hair and purple eyes. Pulling out a scroll, she looked at it and muttered "Strange...I can feel a great amount of spirit energy here..." And with that said, she jumped off, heading toward the town nearby.
Completely unaware of the individual that was nearby, watching as she took off. With a smile, he muttered "'And so fell the sword of fate.' Ready for this, Ichigo?"
{You better believe it.}
Well then...let the show begin...
Karakura Town, 7:30 P.M., Friday
"OOF!"
That was the sound of a punk getting stomped in the face, knocked out cold. Hell of a way to start the evening, huh?
"Hey!" one of the others cried out. "You two think you can come in here, stomp on one of our b- GAH!" The perpetrator didn't even wait for the chump to finish, easily kicking another into unconsciousness.
Said perpetrator was a young man, with short, spiky Auburn hair and golden eyes. He wore a gray winter uniform halfway unzipped, the one that signified that he went to Karakura High School. He also had a pissed off look in his eyes, dead centered on the guys he was beating up.
Next to him was a young woman with olive skin, along with aqua eyes, thick eyelashes and blue lightning bolt markings on each side of her face, all of which was framed by short, messy golden-blonde hair that was kept in three braids. She wore the female version of Karakura High's winter uniform, which was snugly attached to her large breasts and her dynamite curves. She also possessed a cold anger, which she was directing at the punks before her.
"Holy..." another punk muttered in fear. "H-He just stomped them both like it was nothing!"
"Oi! Who the hell do you think you are, thinking you can take all five of us and walk away unharmed?!"
Turning to face them, the young man smirked and replied "Michael 'Ichigo' Kurosaki, that's who. You know, the 'Dragon of Karakura Town'?"
Name: Michael "Kurosaki", a.k.a. "Ichigo"
Age: 17 years old (as a human)
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Golden
Occupation: High School Student
Chuckling at their paling faces, the young woman continued "And I'm Tier Harribel. The 'Shark of Karakura Town', and I am not too happy with you lot." As she said this, she slowly narrowed her eyes as though to showcase her displeasure.
Name: Tier Harribel
Age: 18 years old (in Gigai form)
Hair: Golden-Blonde
Eyes: Aqua
Occupation: High School Student
As the color left their faces even more, Michael smiled cheerfully as he pointed behind them, asking "And who said that we were alone?" Turning around, their faces became snow white at what they saw. Behind them stood a trio of girls, each wearing the same uniform as Harribel.
One was a tomboyish young girl with light skin and heterochromia, with an ice-blue right eye and an amber left eye with red lining around it. She had jaw length black hair, styled into a bob cut. She was grinning madly, as though itching to start pounding skulls.
Next to her was a girl taller than the other two, with dark skin and green eyes. She possessed long, thick and wavy brown hair, and a large bust. She was more calm than the previous girl, but still held a fierce gleam in her eyes that was almost predatory.
The third of this trio was a slender girl that was the middle in height, with light skin and long, flowing olive-green hair with three hair clips on the right. She possessed long eyelashes, and lavender eyes, and three pink dots beneath her right eye. She was the calmest of the three, but there was a gleam in her eye that showed she was ready to start fighting as well.
Name: Emilou Apacci
Age: 16 (in Gigai form)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Heterochromic (Left Eye: Amber, Right Eye: Ice-Blue)
Occupation: High School Student
Name: Franceska Mila Rose
Age: 17 (in Gigai form)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Occupation: High School Student
Name: Cyan Sung-Sun
Age: 17 (in Gigai form)
Hair: Olive-Green
Eyes: Lavender
Occupation: High School Student
"T-T-Th-The Tres Bestia (Three Beasts)," one of them stuttered in fear.
"You know about us," Apacci began. "Good. Now then...LOOK OVER THERE!" As she cried this out, she kicked the middle of the three punks down, all while pointing to a small vase of flowers on the corner, lying on it side with water spilled out.
"First Question," Mila Rose continued, "what is that? Answer, smelly!" she finished, pointing at one of the guys still standing.
Floundering for a bit, he answered "I-I guess its an offering to some dead kid?" No sooner than he finished, Harribel and Michael kicked the guy in the face, sending him clothes lining right into Mila Rose's outstretched right arm.
"Correct," Sung-Sun calmly said. "Next question: why is it lying on the ground like that?"
"B...Because we...knocked it over when we were skating by?" another guy offered. Sung-Sun promptly kicked him in the face, knocking him right toward Michael as he slammed the last of them down.
"You guys catch on pretty quickly," a new voice said. Turning to face it, they saw a man in his 20's, with unkempt, wavy brown hair and a faded goatee. His blue-grey eyes had a lazed look in them, as if he were tired simply by doing this.
Name: Coyote Starrk
Age: 27 (in Gigai form)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue-Grey
Occupation: High School Teacher
Next to him was a small girl with short blonde hair with light pink eyes. Said eyes held a fierceness in them, as if to make up for her companion's laziness. Cracking her knuckles, a fire seemed to ignite behind the girl as she growled "So you lot better apologize, or we'll personally make sure that the next batch of flowers will be for you!"
Name: Lilynette Gingerbuck
Age: 12 (in Gigai form)
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Light Pink
Occupation: Elementary School Student
And just like that, all of the punks ran off screaming, never to return again. Scoffing, Apacci grumbled "Aw man, I didn't even get a good work out from that."
"Man, is that all you think about, Apacci?" Mila Rose teasingly asked. "You're such a meat head."
Blood vessel bulging on her forehead, the shorter girl shot back "You're one to talk, with the way you're built. It's a miracle any guy would even be interested in an Amazon like you."
"Well maybe they'd prefer a girl with more meat on her bones!"
"Well maybe they're idiots!"
"Must you two argue about everything?" Sung-Sun sighed in annoyance. "Besides, it's obvious that I'm more attractive than both of you."
"No one asked you, Sung-Sun!" the two of them cried out in angered unison.
"...It really says something that I'm so used to this by now," Starrk said, with Lilynette nodding a bit.
"For the love of- I thought they were starting to get along better," Michael muttered. Propping the flower vase back up, he said "Well, I don't think those punks will ever be coming back."
As he said this, a child appeared out of thin air. A will o' wisp was next to her bloodied head, and she was floating in the air. "Thank you," she replied. "Now I can finally pass on in peace."
Smiling, Michael brought out a sword as he gently pressed the pommel onto her forehead, performing another Konso. As she disappeared in particles of light, a small black butterfly flew away as he said "Rest in peace, little one. Say hi to Prime-sensei when you see him."
Michael's POV:
Maybe some introductions are in order. My name is Michael "Kurosaki", and I'm what is known as a Multiverser. For those of you who are unaware of what that means, it means that I'm one who can exist in multiple realities at the same time, and possesses Omnipotence, Omnipresence, and Omniscience.
In short, I have the power to make reality my personal bitch, and I'm loving every minute of it.
Now, to give the full story as to why I'm here, I lost a bet against the man who is- for all intents and purposes- my boss. I was coming here anyway, but thanks to him, I arrived a couple hundred years early, having to spend one life in the world of the living before I "passed on" into the afterlife. By that point, I became a Soul Reaper, one who is charged with maintaining the balance between the afterlife and the world of the living.
This involves guiding souls of the departed into the afterlife, either to the Soul Society (which is supposed to be Heaven) or to Hell.
During my tenure in the Soul Society, I was in charge of making the Rukongai (where most souls live) better. This earned me a lot of enemies among those who wished to maintain the status quo, but I gained far more support everywhere else that I got away with it. Of course, I also spent my time trying to mess with the plans of a certain bastard who was fooling everyone. Somehow, though, he caught onto me, and tried to have me killed.
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...He succeeded.
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...The bastard was smarter than I thought, okay?
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...Shut up.
To this day, I have no idea how that son of a bitch managed to do it. My mentor/brother/friend, Duncan Verser, told me that a Multiverser can only be killed by either an Antiverser, or a Multiverser of equal or greater strength. And I know for a fact that the asshole that killed me is neither of those things!
Ugh, one mystery at a time.
Anyway, that wasn't the end of my journey. No, I soon met someone who would become my mentor in that world, and thanks to him, I earned my chance to come back to life through blood, sweat and tears (and a literal journey through Hell). A story for another day.
In the end, I came back stronger than ever...in Hueco Mundo, which is another section of the afterlife inhabited by Hollows, regular souls who mutated into monsters that ate other souls.
To be clear, I didn't plan on ending up there. That was all Prime Death's doing. He wanted to teach me something, and so he sent me there.
While there, I made a few...unexpected friends, in the forms of Tier Harribel, Franceska Mila Rose, Cyan Sung-Sun, Emilou Apacci, Coyote Starrk, and Lilynette Gingerbuck. When we first met...well, let's just say they didn't exactly trust me all that much. To them, I was an extremely powerful Soul Reaper- the enemy of Hollows- who had somehow found his way into Hueco Mundo. That would make any Hollow wary of me, for sure.
But eventually, they all came to see me as a friend. Then came the day that I was experimenting with my powers, and tried something risky: I was able to evolve Halibel and the others into Arrancar (Hollows that removed their masks in order to gain the power of Soul Reapers), and made it so they were able to sustain themselves without the need for souls. My reasoning was because I wanted them to be able to live without having to constantly kill and eat others to survive.
At that point, Lilynette was crying tears of happiness and gratitude; Starrk literally called me "his one true friend" (which was rather awkward and endearing at the same time); Mila Rose, Sung-Sun and Apacci jumped me and embraced me; and Harribel straight up kissed me while crying tears of joy. I was the very first person to treat them as people since they became Hollows, to sacrifice so much for them without anything in return, and showed them that they didn't need to eat souls to survive. Because of all I did for them, they all swore to stay by my side forever. Harribel and her Fraccion...even more so.
That was the point where I had realized...the four of them had fallen in love with me.
I still remember that day clearly, even now: the day that I truly realized that even though they were Hollows, they were- in a sense- human. After that...I trusted them to tell them the whole truth about myself.
They know that I'm a Multiverser.
Even knowing the truth, the six of them still accepted me. They didn't care what I was, or that I had kept this from them. The fact that I trusted them enough to tell them (as well as prevent them from being used as tools by the bastard that killed me) proved that I was a good person, and one that Harribel and the girls could truly love.
{Though they were still annoyed to no end that you have a harem across the Multiverse.}
True.
After that, I was able to get them out of Hueco Mundo, and took them to my ship, the Anima Invicta, for them to live in until the time was right.
First, though, I had to combine myself with the person who would one day be born as Ichigo Kurosaki, the main protagonist of the series known as Bleach (as well as alter events so that Ichigo would be conceived two years earlier than usual). That isn't to say that he's gone, though. He's just now a part of my subconsciousness (along with the two spirits that took the name Zangetsu), and is one of the more influential parts of my being. In fact, he's practically the one who influences me the most in my Multiverser lives, and as such is allowed more free reign than the others.
{And I am just loving every single minute of it.}
Now, after seventeen years of planning, the time was finally here. With the arrival of one particular Soul Reaper, I was ready to set my plans into motion.
May the deities of this world have mercy on my enemies. Because this little bastard right here will show them none.
Third Person's POV:
After the child departed to the afterlife, the group of seven made their way back to their home, the Kurosaki Clinic. Owned by Michael's father in this world, Isshin Kurosaki, it doubles as both a small clinic as well as a home for the Kurosaki family (including Michael's little sisters, Yuzu and Karin). Of course, thanks to Michael rigging a lottery when they visited America one day, he got enough money to renovate the place. It now stood five stories in height, in order to provide more bedrooms and personal space for the family.
Worth every cent, in his opinion.
Sighing, everyone prepared for what would happen as soon as that door opened. Deciding to get it over with, Michael opened the door as he called out "I'm home-"
"YOU'RE LATE!"
*BAM*
(Play: "Bleach OST 3 - Comical World")
"Hi to you too, dad," Michael deadpanned, his foot planted firmly in the face of his assailant.
Yes, you read that right. His own father just tried to assault him. To this day, neither Michael nor his allies understand why, but they can all agree that it is hilarious to knock him down when he does this.
Removing the foot from his face, Isshin Kurosaki exclaimed "It's past 7:00, you delinquent! Curfew is at 7 on the dot, and you know it!"
"Seriously, what the hell kind of greeting is this to a guy who helped another lost soul find peace?!" Michael cried out.
"Oh, so now you're rubbing the fact that I can't see ghosts in my face again, huh?! That's it, now you're gonna get it, mister!" That said, father and son engaged in an animated brawl that is a common occurrence in the Kurosaki household.
"Geez, you think they'd grow out of it by now," Lilynette grumbled.
"Troublesome," Starrk sighed in annoyance. And across the Multiverse, a certain lazy Shinobi sneezed at that remark.
"Oh just let them fight," a black haired girl with gray eyes said. "More food for the rest of us." Karin Kurosaki, boys and girls. One of Michael's two younger sisters. She can see spirits just like her brother, but she simply chooses to ignore their very existence. She's also the more authoritative and outspoken sibling, tending to help keep "Goat Chin" (a.k.a. Isshin) in place.
Her twin sister, Yuzu, is the opposite of her fraternal twin. With short, light brown hair and soft, dark-brown eyes, she's the more motherly of the two of them. She's mainly in charge of housework, and is more soft-spoken with others. Unlike Karin and Michael, she can only see spirits as a faint outline. Like right now. "Oh, it looks like you picked up a new guest, Michael," she pointed out.
'Oh for the love of- where did he even come from?!' was the general thought of everyone who could see the guy. Suicide victim, by the looks of the noose around his neck.
That was all the opening Isshin needed to launch another attack. Which Michael quickly turned against him, thanks in part to a midair catch and a toss into the living room. "When the hell is he gonna learn?" he muttered, gathering a platter of food before heading out. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room."
"Nice going, moron," Apacci growled at Isshin. "You made him leave."
"Me?! What did I do?!"
"Michael's been under a lot of stress lately, Mr. Kurosaki," Harribel answered. "More spirits than ever have been plaguing him, begging for his help."
"Which has been cutting into our time with him immensely," Mila Rose grumbled. "Stupid freaking ghosts."
"Then why do you even bother helping him with their problems if you hate it so much?" Karin asked.
"Are you kidding?! Lately, apart from hanging out here and lunch at school, helping him with those ass-hats are the only times we can even be with him!" Apacci exclaimed.
"Quite frankly, it's really starting to get on all of our nerves," Sung-Sun said with venom in her voice.
"Why?!" Isshin exclaimed. "Why doesn't he bring this stuff to me?! I'm his father, for crying out loud!"
"Honestly? I wouldn't bring my problems to you either," Karin stated. "You're a grown man with the emotional maturity of a pre-schooler."
That cut him deep, causing him to sob onto the large memorial poster of Masaki Kurosaki. She was smiling brightly, with the words 'MASAKI FOREVER' plastered beneath her. "Oh, Masaki," he muttered pathetically. "Our kids don't respect me. What should I do?"
He would get a good start by taking down the poster.
(End: "Bleach OST 3 - Comical World")
Later that night...
Up in his room, Michael had finished the last of his meal and was laying down on the bed his eyes closed as he briefly rested. It wouldn't be long until his guest showed up, so he was mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
{Are you sure you wanna do this?} Ichigo asked. {I mean, you do realize that you're gonna get off on the wrong foot with her if you do this.}
'Need I remind you about all the times she abused you and doodled on your face, all because you made fun of her artwork?' Michael mentally shot back.
{...Never mind, just make sure you record that shit.}
'Aye aye, Berry boy.'
{Damn it, I told you to stop calling me that!}
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"It's open," Michael called out, his eyes still closed. As the door opened, he opened one eye and asked "What is i-"
His words died in his throat as he saw Harribel come inside, her grey blazer removed to show her white shirt. Said shirt had a few buttons removed on the top, giving a tantalizing view of her cleavage. To complete the image, she had a slightly sultry smirk on her face as she sexily cocked her hip to the right. "Good evening, Michael," she said.
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...In case you couldn't tell, his brain shut down for a few moments.
"H-Harri-"
"I thought I told you," she cut off as she strode across the room, slowly shaking her hips as she did. "When we're alone, you're allowed to call me by my first name."
A slight gulp. "T-Tier." She smiled warmly. "What, uh...what's all this about?"
"I'm sorry, Michael," she began, pushing him down onto the bed. "I know that you're tired from all of this ghost activity, lately. But it's been over a week since we had some time to ourselves." As she said this, she situated herself on top of Michael, bringing her face up to his heavily blushing one. "I figured that we could both use this," she whispered in that oh so sexy voice.
He could feel the blood rushing to his face...as well as...other parts of his body as his heart rate sped up. Even after all this time, she could still surprise him with this stuff. "Tier, I-"
She silenced him with a soft kiss, her tongue begging entrance into his mouth. Eventually, he complied, slowly losing himself as he wrapped his arms around his lover. Ever since they began their unusual relationship, Harribel had quickly established herself as an "Alpha" of sorts for his little harem. It showed, especially with how aggressive she could be in her affections.
Breaking apart to breath, she smiled and said "Just relax, Michael. Trust me, I think we both need this."
"...Yeah," he replied with a smile, the two reconnecting with a passionate lip lock. It was moments like this that he loved being with Harribel. While surprising, they often ended up being enjoyable for both parties.
However, before they could go any further...
*flutter*
Both of their eyes opened as they felt the presence in the room. Standing on the desk next to them, the girl that arrived in the early morning had just appeared.
Stepping off of the desk, she muttered "It's clo-"
*BAM*
*POW*
*WHAM*
That was the sound of the floor springing up and slamming the intruder into the ceiling, the wall, and finally the door, before allowing her twitching body to remain on the floor. An angered Michael sat up with an equally pissed off Harribel, a remote control in his shaking left hand.
"How's that for close?/How's that for close, bitch?" the duo said in (almost) unison.
NEVER cock block an Alpha, be they male or female. You will regret it.
"Ooooowwww," the raven haired intruder moaned. "What hit me?"
"Righteous vengeance, that's what," Michael answered.
That got her attention. Turning around, she blinked owlishly and asked "You...can see me?"
"Of course we can. Or did you miss the part where you got turned into a pancake?"
The sounds of footsteps neared the room, just as the door swung open. Mila Rose stood in front of the doorway, her arm pressed against the door itself, while Sung-Sun and Apacci stood side by side. Starrk was peaking over their shoulders, while Lilynette was lazily looking under their arms. All of them looked pretty anxious.
"We felt something in here! What the hell's going-?!" Mila Rose's voice died as she- along with the others- saw the intruder in front of them. Then brought their attention to Michael and Harribel, especially noticing the latter's attire.
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"WHAT THE HELL, HARRIBEL-SAMA?!" Mila Rose, Apacci and Sung-Sun cried out, angry at her trying to sneak one by them.
"And she's supposed to be their leader?" Starrk muttered.
Face-palming, Lilynette muttered "Idiots."
One Explanation Later...
After everyone calmed down, Michael sat in front of the recovered intruder (who was holding an ice pack on her head, nursing her aching temple), while everyone sat off to the side, observing the conversation between them.
"So, you're name is Rukia Kuchiki."
A nod.
"And you're a Soul Reaper, one who is in charge of guiding souls to the afterlife."
Another nod.
"And you came all the way from the Soul Society to vanquish an evil spirit roaming this town."
Another nod.
"...I believe it," Michael said with a shrug.
Rukia blinked in surprise. "I...was not expecting you to be so accepting of the story."
"Trust me, we've seen so much crazy shit here that we'd believe your story," Starrk replied. "Besides, you did just send that guy that was hanging off Michael to the afterlife."
"...True," she conceded.
"Anyway, what brings you to my humble abode?" Michael asked nonchalantly. "You know, besides the fact that you just interrupted me as we were about to get it on?" That caused the Tres Bestia to glare a bit at Harribel, still angry that she tried to get some 'alone time' with Michael without their knowledge. The glares died when they noticed how pissed she still was at that.
Blushing heavily, Rukia explained "That was not my intention, believe me. I've been trying to find a Hollow around here all day, but there's something interfering with my senses. I tracked it down here, but then I ran into you, and..." She trailed off, pointing at the Rukia shaped imprints in the room.
"...Yeah, I might've over-reacted a bit," the Multiverser admitted with a sweatdrop.
The others had a look on their faces that said 'no shit, Sherlock', as Sung-Sun asked "So you haven't found it yet, then?"
"Unfortunately, no."
As she said this, Michael felt a presence outside the building. Even on the fifth floor, he could feel its malicious intent. Shooting up, he exclaimed "Well, wait's over then!" before charging downstairs.
"W-What are you-?!" the Soul Reaper's protest died as soon as Michael opened the door, allowing the Hollow's spirit energy to flow inside at a filtered rate. 'What in the- How could he have sensed it before I could? And why does it feel as if it were filtered through something?!'
As Rukia followed soon after, Harribel, Starrk and the others had to force themselves to stay behind, all of them with anxious expressions. "Damn it all," Mila Rose growled. "I hate not being able to fight in my true form!"
"The same goes for me," Harribel admitted. "But now is not yet the time for us to expose our true power. If we do so too early, we may attract much unwanted attention. Both to Michael, and to ourselves."
"So all we can do for now is watch," Starrk added. "And help in any way we can."
Ten Seconds Later...
Rushing to the ground floor, Michael checked to make sure everyone else was unconscious and tucked safely away before heading outside, a spiked bat in his hands. As if waiting for him, a giant humanoid Hollow with a fish-like bone mask (A/N: His name was- I kid you not- Fishbone D) stood outside the front door, looking down at Michael with obvious interest.
"Hey there, ya overgrown guppy," Michael said with an unsettling grin. "Think you can just come up here and try to attack my family? Prepare for an asswhooping of a life- OOF!"
As he charged forward with the bat in hand, the Hollow simply batted him away like it was nothing. While Michael had to make it look like he was defenseless, he really hated having to do this in order to get things moving along.
"Agh," he groaned. "Son of a-"
"Move!" At those words, Rukia slashed at the Hollow, causing it to recoil in pain. Taking this opportunity, she grabbed the Multiverser and cried out "Are you completely insane?! You don't stand a chance against something like that!"
"That asshole was going to attack my family! And I don't know about you, but I'm not letting something like that happen if I can do something to stop it!"
"ROOOOAAAAARRRR!" The Hollow was charging back to the arguing duo.
Getting back up, Michael continued "Look, how about we deal with that, then we can argue?"
"Fine by me." The two charged at the monster, Rukia leaping above it as it reached forward. Landing on its arm, she jumped off of it and tried to slash its mask. It ducked.
At the same time, Michael slammed the bat into its face, causing it to growl in annoyance. It sprung forward, slamming its head into the Multiverser's torso and knocking him into a pile of garbage. The bat fell from his hands as he unceremoniously landed with a THUD.
Rukia took this opportunity to strike, stabbing Sode no Shirayuki into the Hollow's back and make it howl in pain. It began to swing back and forth, trying to shake off its unwanted passenger.
Eventually, it tried slamming its back into a nearby wall, hoping to smash her into paste. Anticipating this action, she pulled her Zanpakuto from its hide and got out of the way, just a moment before it made impact.
Before it could react, Michael threw a trash can lid Captain America style, straight at its head. "Hey, fish face!" he cried out. "Come get some!" Taking the bait, it charged him, unaware of what was laying in wait. "That's it, closer, closer..." Reaching its destination, it reared its head...
*BOOF*
"Bye bye."
Disappearing into the hole in the ground, Michael was able to relish in the surprise in its face before a cloud of dust replaced where it stood. Casually walking around, he walked up to a stunned Rukia, laughing a bit at her gaping face.
"Am I good, or am I good?" he asked rhetorically. Faking his unawareness of the Hollow getting out and angrily charging him, Rukia pushed him out of the way as it prepared to bite into him.
Blood poured from her bite marks, causing Michael to wince in sympathy at the pain. He really didn't like that he had to let her get hurt for this to happen, but he had no other choice. He could've just awoken his powers by himself, but his Master ordered him to do no such thing.
Using her free hand, Rukia managed to slash at the Hollow, causing it to recoil in pain and stumble away. Falling to the ground, Michael managed to catch her before she could kiss pavement. "Fool..." she weakly breathed out. "You're too...cocky...for you're own good..."
"I-I'm sorry, I-"
"It's alright," she said. "If something like that could kill a Hollow...then they wouldn't be much of a threat..." Noticing the regret in his eyes, she said "You wish...to protect your family, correct." He simply nodded in determination. "I am too wounded to fight...but there is a way for you to finish this. Only one way." Raising her blade, she said "You must become a Soul Reaper."
(Play: Bleach OST - Number One)
"...Yeah, I'm not exactly ready to die just yet," he deadpanned.
"Calm down," she chuckled. "I will not kill you. You need to run my Zanpakuto through your heart...and I will infuse you with half of my Soul Reaper power. It will temporarily turn you into a Soul Reaper."
"And it'll let me protect my family?" he asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded. "Then let's do it. Fishy is already coming back."
"ROOOOAAAAARRRR!"
Sure enough, it was already coming back, intent on finishing the job. The two prepared for what would most likely be one of the most risky things that Rukia has ever done. Completely unaware of the forces she would set in motion.
"By the way, Rukia," he said, placing the blade at his heart, "my name's Michael Kurosaki."
Smiling, she replied "Well then, Michael, let us hope this is not the last time we meet." With that said, she thrust the blade through.
*BOOM*
"THUNK*
In a span of a few seconds, a blinding light was soon followed by the Hollow losing its left arm, causing it to stumble back in shock. Standing before it now...was the man who would strike it down.
Michael stood before the Hollow, wearing a standard shihakusho, though it was white in color and had a thick blue strap running across his chest and a silver-gold sash around his waist. On his forearms were four white vertical lines and white, tattoo-like bands on his wrists, chest and ankles. Similar markings were on his neck, though they had silver-gold ends on them. Resting on his right shoulder was a large blade, fluctuating between black and white, with an edge that curved slightly, making it resemble a trench knife (A/N: Picture the look Ichigo gained near the end of the Fullbring Arc, only with those colors in place).
[It's about time you brought us out,] an elderly voice said from within Michael.
(Yeah, we were beginning to think you would forget about us,) a younger voice continued on, sounding a bit warped in its sound.
'You thought I would forget about you two? Kuro-jiji? Shiro-kun?' (A/N: For clarification, "Kuro-jiji" is Michael's nickname for the Quincy manifestation of Zangestu, and "Shiro-kun" is the nickname for the Hollow side of Ichigo)
[Not for a moment. Now then, I believe you have an ass to kick?]
With a slightly evil smirk, Michael raised the blade one-handed and said the last two words the Hollow would hear:
"Getsuga...TENSHO!"
And the world was bathed in blue light.
*FA-BOOM!*
In a flash of blue energy brought from Michael swinging the blade down, the Hollow was bisected cleanly in two, reducing it to particles of light.
Smiling at the carnage, Michael said "Oh, I am loving this already."
{Indeed,} Weisslogia said inside his host. {I'm starting to understand why you Multiversers love theatrics so much.}
(End: Bleach OST - Number One)
"W-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Turning around, Michael saw Rukia- now wearing a white kimono- gaping at him in shock. As though she could not comprehend the pure bullshit that she had witnessed. "That- that thing- that is way too big to be a Zanpakuto! And what the hell is with that outfit?! Why is it white?!"
"...Reasons, that's why," he replied nonchalantly, leaving her to gape even more. "Well, see ya around, Rukia!" With that, he walked back toward the house, leaving her in the streets.
"...Why do I feel like I just got used?" she asked herself (A/N: Shout out to you, RebukeX7!).
Walking into the Kurosaki residence, Michael took notice of the looks of shock and awe he was receiving from his friends. That and looks of want from his girlfriends. "Gotta say, you look good in white," Starrk said, breaking the silence. "Though are you really gonna leave her outside?"
"Meh, Urahara-san will be here to help her out, soon," Michael replied with a shrug. "Now then, what say we get some shut eye? Got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." With that said, he made his way upstairs, everyone else following soon afterwards.
(Hehehe...look out world...)
[Because the Multiversal Soul Reaper...]
{Is back in action.}
'And he can't wait to bring the chaos.'
Name: Michael "Kurosaki", a.k.a. "Ichigo"
Age: 17 years old (as a human)
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Golden
Occupation: High School Student/Multiverser/Soul Reaper
AAAAAAANNNNDDD CUT!
Now, this is probably the better start to the Bleach story. Don't worry, the other Bleach story will still be up and going. It will just be the prologue story, now going under the title "Soul Reaper of the Multiverse: Turn Back the Pendulum." However, don't expect too many updates for it, as there are other stories going on as well.
I bet you guys weren't expecting the appearance of Halibel, Starrk and their Fraccion, were you? Well, that's just the first taste of the changes that Michael has made to the world of Bleach, and there are going to be quite a few others.
Until next time, please leave a review/comment. However, keep in mind that any flames will be reported.
Hero of the Multiverse, signing out!