Hi, everyone. I'm sort of back and whatnot with another Bleach fanfic. It's pathetic really that I haven't finished my other stories, but well, here's another one. Oh well. Enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Yeah, Bleach belongs to Kubo.
He remembered a time when he became a Shinigami. He met all kinds of spirits, who were also Shinigami, and they were his friends and along with a few rivals. They were like family to him. He fought many Hollows and Arrancars. There was a lot of blood being spilled as he fought with all his might with sweat as well as the tears. He learned what kind of battles he fought for, and he also learned many different emotions, especially love and sadness.
He met many Shinigami: Rukia, Renji, Byakuya, Kenpachi, and so on. At the time, he came to Soul Society from the Living World to rescue Rukia, along with his friends who developed powers of their own. They rescued her because he owed her a lot of gratitude for receiving his power, which he used to save his family. It was fun at the time while he put his life on the line as always. Because of his attitude, he was called arrogant by his friends and rumors spread around him like a disease.
Ichigo went through training, starting with the mind. His mind was a battle field between him, his hollow, and his Zanpaktou. He learned the name, earning more power. He learned many ways to use a few techniques, and he defeated the most powerful captains, mostly by luck. His hollow would interrupt or someone would come in to help him.
It was the same when he and his friends to Hueco Mundo to defeat Aizen and save his friends. The Arrancars came before and after they arrived in the desert world. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were the most powerful Hollows he ever fought, but he mostly fought with the blue haired male Vasto Lorde, number six. Ichigo mentally grew to want to defeat Grimmjow. They had one final battle until something something them.
Things have changed since then.
Ichigo Kurosaki had paid a price for the many Shinigami, Hollows, and living souls that were sacrificed, but he was tricked. Though the word "tricked" seemed to be an excuse. He should have known that this would have happened. It was confusing to him what cost this would be with the decision that he made. He wondered still if he made the other choice, would everyone still be alive and have to fight in this never ending battle against the Hollows still?
In the end, it was what he choose. There was nothing he could do to change that fact. His world was gone. His family was gone, along with his friends. Even the subconsciousness of his mind, the battle of his Hollow and Zangetsu were also gone though he still had his Zanpaktou around. Every person he had ever known were gone; sacrificed for his selfish choice. He learned that many years ago.
But now, he lives in his eternal solitude, floating aimlessly. He can't die. He is a wondering soul in Hueco Mundo. He is immortal, a living soul. It has been three hundred and ninety-two days since the war with Aizen, and Arrancars versus the Soul Society. Nothing has changed. Hueco Mundo looks like the same desert. The little critters come and go as they please, eating on the spiritual particles of this sandy world as though trying to survive.
Ichigo wonders the sandy world from one point to another. The scenery looks the same. The areas that he found himself in brought back memories of his battles against the Arrancars, and the Shinigami that he sided with at the time.
At times though, his senses would go off, thinking he feels that there's some sort of higher existence in the sands somewhere. He searches those destinations, only to find that there was nothing at all. There was no Shinigami, not even an Arrancar. He was lonely for a very long time, and there was nobody around.
When he found no one, he would lie down on the sand at that point. He sighed several times and spoke to himself. "There's nobody here..."
"Where shall I go next...?"
Then, he would fall asleep.
Opening his brown eyes, Ichigo woke up. He sat up right, stretching. He only sensed his own reitsu. He was the only powerful being in this world, and there was hardly another being around other than the little critters that creep through the dunes.
"Alright, time to walk around. Not much to do, but I just have to make the most of it." The orange haired boy stated with a sigh, standing up slowly. He looked up at the skies, seeing that it was night time as always. The moon was in it's usual place.
Looking around the landscape, there was the usual desert with a few cactus. If this was a painting, it would a be dull piece to look at, thought Ichigo. He started walking, without much of a thought of where to go. Thinking, he looked at five directions: north, north east, east, south east, south, south west, west, and north west. He choose to go north east since he thought he hasn't been that way for awhile.
He moved with a slower pace. There was no where to go so there was no rush. He passed by the buildings that were home to Aizen and the Arrancars. They were still in pieces and in shambles. Ichigo had looked through that place at least five times. Usually he would go there last, but he didn't need to list it as a place to go since he had a lot of time on his hands.
Then, he felt a familiar sensation. Something familiar was near. The reitsu and the feeling of someone's power was familiar.
Ichigo's eyes looked around, trying to find the source. "This is...G-"
He finally saw it. Just one hundred paces away, he found it. Focusing his eyes, he saw a shifting in the winds around the rocks. Ichigo started to run. He ran with all his might, feeling himself speed up. He hoped that it was no illusion.
Nearing the rocks, he stopped himself, panting lightly. He made a weak smile, "You...Grimmjow..."
A skeletal tail appeared. Behind the rocks, there was a giant white cat. On his body, there were shells of his skeletal structure. On parts of his paws, tail, and face, there was the aqua blue color, just like his eyes, and the outline of it too. It was a pretty blue that reminded Ichigo of his home. It reminded him of the skies: that never ending blue feeling of the sky. There in front of the orange haired boy was the giant cat, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, sleeping.
I hope you like it.
If you readers make an excellent review, then maybe I can quickly update this fanfic.
