Manifest
by Ujon Nocturne
Disclaimer: Bleach and all things related to it found here are owned by Kubo Tite. Any similarities with other creations are unintended and purely coincidental. Plot line, original characters, and everything else non-canonical belongs to me.
Manifest © Ujon 2oo9 - 01/31/09
Author's Notes:
First of all, I know not everyone entirely appreciates OCs (let alone OC pairings) but I assure you that you won't be disappointed. I'm not much of a fluff artist, nor of crack, and though I am into romance, this won't be one of those fall-head-over-heels-in-love-you-changed-my-world kind of fic. I've got a great plot in store for this one, and it would mean the world to me if you gave this a chance. And since this is just the prologue, I promise you that you'll be getting a lot more action later. 3
Okay, what to expect? Well, the story generally takes place after Grimm-chan gets beaten up, but we're saving the good parts about the war for later. I really love Grimm-chan, and since there weren't really any confirmations about his downfall, I decided he'd be alive at least here. There will be an insanely powerful OC in there, so keep your eyes peeled! Also, a little warning of Character Death.
Much love, and thanks for reading!
EDIT:
-[Tried to] fix[ed] the unseen horizontal line breaks. First chapter is coming up!
-Fixed the thing about Aizen's eyes.
G E N R E | Mystery / Romance
Prologue |
Life was transient, fear was abundant, and death was inevitable. Once one process occurs, then so must the other—there was no breaking the chain of existence and non-so. When there is life, death shall come. When there is death, birth restores. In between, there is fear—an instinct that exists to prolong that which is born, and postpone that which is due: the end of all things that begin.
The power to control, the power to change, to pull the strings of existence itself and rearrange the fabric of reality into a weaving of one's liking—all that and knowledge absolute—lay dormant in the sleeping vessel that was but a mere stone. It was truly a dangerous object, and any man would be wise to destroy it. It possessed power so immense that no logical man would ever hope to control it, let alone try without the guarantee of a most painful death at failing.
How long ago was it when it had been first created? That precious little stone of immeasurable power, the very one that had caused havoc in Soul Society not too long ago, and had by now ultimately made the chaos the wicked sought after possible?
The hougyoku.
It was the ultimate beacon, it was of power absolute. It made what would otherwise be perceived as impossible, possible. It possessed the ability to create something out of nothing. It could manipulate countless souls in every way imaginable. But for something so valuable, it was awfully small and terribly fragile. It was asleep, but it was quickly awakening. Who'd have thought it could… perhaps… have a soul of its own?
After existing for so long, it was difficult not to develop even the slightest bit of a conscience on its own. It was born with too much power, a mistake that unfortunately was indestructible while at the same time capable of causing massive destruction at full potency. It had fallen into the wrong hands, and had been taken and forced to do the bidding of a madman while still in its dormant state. To blur the line between Shinigami and Hollow, perhaps even erase it completely, and ultimately conceiving the Arrancar.
As a stone, it was that possibility.
Manifest into a body of innocence and monstrosity both at the same time, and everything is ultimately changed.
Aizen stood amidst the dark, windowless enclosure, motionless as stone, his hard brown eyes impassive as he stared at the glowing object lying innocently upon the stone pillar before him. The war was over, and though Soul Society had seemed to have lost, that was not entirely the case. The enemy lost many good soldiers that day, but so did their own army.
On any account, there was no winner here. As the ex-Shinigami Captain stared down at his main source of power, his deceptive eyes began to disappear into the shadows of his hair. They had crippled Soul Society beyond repair, immobilized their defense and taken out their Commander General. More arrancars survived than shinigami. All was won, at first glance. But he knew better.
Only, he figured things out a little too late.
As he stood there, brooding, his calm demeanor quickly deteriorating, the walls around him began to crumble under the pure weight of his infuriated reiatsu.
How could he have not realized it sooner?
His perfectly formulated plan was foiled by something so simple! It was so sudden, so unforeseeable, and so trivial that none would even think of the possibility. And yet here it was, wasting all his efforts at the most opportune moment.
The gathering of the Espada, the capture of the four captains of the Gotei 13, the defeat of Soul Society's army. All of that, for nothing. All of that wasted. All his effort gone. All because of one single fact, one little fact that his all-seeing eyes had missed.
The hougyoku…
His clenched fists steadily began turning white beneath his robes, a minute trembling of rage that could be felt by only the groaning ground at his feet.
…had a crack.
Author's Notes:
That's all for now! I apologize that it's short, and I'm sorry for all the poetic mumbo jumbo at the top. Ehehe, I don't know what got into me. I suppose it just rightfully suits the introduction at the moment. I haven't been able to write any poetry since school got out, so I guess that's got a bit to do with it as well.
In any case, tell me what you think! Don't worry, it gets better! Like I said, I've got a good plot up my sleeve. I won't disappoint you. I have it written down already, so it looks like I'll be having the first chapter up real soon to compensate!
Rate and Review, anyone? Thanks!
Your authoress,
Ujon