Title: New Divide
Category: Bleach and D. Gray-man
Rating: T
Pairing: N/A
Summary: With time, things change. People change. In the past, Allen Walker fell with the Millennium Earl. In the present, trials begin for those living. In the future, Soul Society faces the greatest threat to them ever yet. —"My name is Sosuke Aizen."—
A/N: This is called New Divide, because it is named after the song New Divide by Linkin Park.
The plot for this is entirely thought out also, and I'd like to take the time to mention that all information is only going to be accurate to chapter, 186 for D. Gray-man and the latest for Bleach. By the latest, I mean I'm pretty much always up to date, and even though the latestish chapters (I'm talking XCUTION and Fullbring here) haven't been relevant to the Aizen saga there's still a possibility for shikais and bankais.
(Chapter edited 21-04-2011)
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New Divide
- Prelude -
The Death...
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He knew he was dead.
He could still smell the blood and the carnage. He could still taste the adrenaline that once flooded his veins. He could still see the fury of the Noah retaliating, ripping each other apart, as the Earl fell. He could still feel the sweep of the sword he once called his ally, cutting across him before it disintegrated into nothingness, blood so rich...so sweet...
He could still hear that ear-splitting cry that resounded in his head, a voice foreign and not his yet still familiar and his at the same time.
He knew he was dead.
Yet, somehow, he knew he was not dead. He was not dead, as he still seemed to be alive and in the living world with the power of his Innocence at his side and the gift of Mana from so so long ago.
But, dead or not, he found himself consumed with a desire to cleanse akuma, a desire so strong that the pain of going Critical became only a graze.
The first akuma he came across was weak, but all the efforts he made to invocate were futile. Only by wishing for any sort of weapon to materialize was a sword created against his waist, and he spent no time in pulling it out and decimating the creature within the blink of an eye.
Oddly, his desire to find more increased with each he cleansed.
He was wrenched out of his musings as he heard that telltale roar of anguish associated with them. Instantly, he summoned his substitute Innocence to his hand, remembering how it was only temporary, and slashed through what was once an ambush.
At the time he did not know that that instant of frozen time would be etched forever.
For that was all that was needed for him to notice a strange man standing before him, wearing black clothing with a contrasting white coat above it. He had kind brown eyes hidden behind strange, square-rimmed glasses, and they watched him. The stranger's arms were up, to indicate he was unarmed. He smiled, taking a few curious steps towards him.
"Good evening, my name is Sosuke Aizen. Could you please tell me what you just did, lost soul?"