Disclaimer: I own Bleach. All of it. It's mine. I'm definitely a Japanese man with incredible artistic skills and not some sixteen year old brat with poor grades. Which explains why I'm obviously writing in Japanese. Clearly.
Please. Fanfiction.
If you're re-reading this because you got an update in your email that would be because I made some minor changes. Nothing huge. Second chapter's coming out soon.
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A pale fellow, whiter and colder than freshly fallen snow, knelt by the cool waters of a small lake a short distance away from Karakura, a quaint but lively village in the Seireitei, a kingdom well known for its abundance of wild forests and strong soldiers. The lake was surrounded by the greenery of pines, oaks, and weeping willows whose leafy tendrils swayed with the whispering winds from the west. The first leaves of fall had already begun their descent to the chilled earth and the songs of local birds had dulled to quiet squawks.
This man, if he could be called such, had his fair hands dipped into the shallow waters of Karakura's lake, tainting the water a murky red just for a moment. The minnows darted away from his black claws that scraped away the dried blood caked under his fingernails. His fiery and spiky orange hair stopped just beneath his shoulder blades, hiding the clean fist-sized hole in the center of his backside, and what was left of his chest was chiseled, well defined and smooth. His yellow eyes flashed dangerously, yet enticingly, a charming little quirk he had been able to manipulate to his benefit, before they closed and he plunged his body into the frigid water.
He propelled himself forward to the middle of the lake and breathed steadily, taking in the sounds of nature and the new home he would be settling himself into. This forest would do nicely. The air was crisp and clean, the trees were thick and comfortable, the lake was refreshing and breathtaking; all he needed to acquire for himself were his meals which shouldn't be too difficult if he selected them wisely. He ignored the uncomfortable feeling of his long shorts chafing his legs and tossed his head back. The moon seemed to flicker and an inhuman howl, akin to a hawk's screech and a tiger's roar, passed his lips. The lands grew quiet in an instant. There was not the chirp of a cricket, the rustle of bird's feathers, nor the hiss of a snake.
However, after a few long moments, one similar noise was echoed deeper inside the forest, shortly followed by several others. The screeches escalated in volume, gradually growing louder and louder until the man howled one last time. They stopped.
He smiled, revealing his abnormally sharp canines. The hollow had been welcomed into the forests of Karakura.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Heya, fellas.
I'm Hartanna. A pleasure, I'm sure. Nyaknyaknyak! This is a story I've started after reading Za Hime Soshite Za Utsuro by fox2210. I really like it, even though it's not complete.
Unfortunately for you saps, there really won't be much hardcore romance in here. You'll get some fluff but I'm no good at writing sappy bullshit. Pardon my french. I know this is really short. The chapters will gradually get longer. I'll work on it, I promise. I'll try to update as much as possible but that's going to be a little difficult for me until I can get a computer of my own. So do me a big fat favor and tell me what you think of the first chapter. I need some brutal critics.
LOVE. ME.
WORSHIP ME.
Fine. Be that way.
Love, Hartanna.