why, hello there! the fact that you are reading this right now shows that I have finally gathered up enough courage to post this piece of bleach fanfiction here.
This is my first fanfiction, and its first chapters were written a rather long time ago, and are rather small at first. I plan to rewrite them as soon as I have posted all of it.
well, I don't want to waste too much of your precious time, but I want to mention that the bases for this story, it's characters, were created jointly by me and Katjeschatje, a very dear friend of mine, and while she has written fiction starring these very same characters, the story you are reading right now, is my take only. of course, I also have to mention that Bleach is in no way owned by me , but by Kubo Tite.
well, that's about it, I sincerely hope you will enjoy reading it. thank you for your precious attention!
Part 1 – Early Childhood
Chapter 1 – Struggle in a Sanctuary
A young child was sitting in a very vast cave. The child's eyes were closed, and, although its position was somewhat relaxed, a gripping impression of alertness surrounded it. The cave was seemingly abandoned, but if someone had been there, he would have felt that the child's thoughts were focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Battle.
The battles past, and the battles yet to come alike.
The child had long orange hair, tied into a pigtail using a rather bloody piece of cloth, which the wind blew in its face. The child pushed the tail back, and then immediately resumed its immobility.
Thinking about the enemy. The enemy's way of fighting, and the enemy's time.
Thinking of ways to corner the enemy.
The enemy that is bound to turn up any time soon.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the only access to the cave, a small hole, behind which stairs were located. The young boy, alerted by the noise, stood up, and ran towards a little stone altar, placed in front of a shattered granite statue, the only remains of what seemed to have been an ancient place of cult. On the altar was a sheathed katana. When the young boy got hold of it, he lifted it up, only to drop it on the floor shortly thereafter. The sword was too heavy for a child to wield.
The young boy closed his eyes and concentrated. As he concentrated, he felt his strength increase drastically, and he grabbed the sword and lifted it almost carelessly above his head.
He brought the blade down in a long downwards swipe, cutting a stalagmite cleanly in two. The footsteps stopped, and the boy quickly hid himself behind a huge stone pillar. This proved useless, for the woman who had just entered the room suddenly disappeared, only to instantly reappear behind the child.
"Good morning, Hime-chan!", she said. Her words were immediately followed by a kick that sent the young boy flying over a long distance. He stood back up at once and ran towards the woman, who was clearly waiting for him. She attempted to kick him again, but he dodged, but when he tried to grab his foe's foot, she disappeared again, reappeared next to him and stabbed the young boy with a small dagger between his ribs. The pain this inflicted made the boy fall down to his knees.
" ha! you'll never touch me if you can't do shunpo, you know!", she shouted at him from a distance. Then she appeared before him again, and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to throw him into the nearest stalagmite. The child coughed up some blood, and then stopped moving.