Greetings and salutations readers. As you can see in the description, this fic is based on a non-canon Bleach RP. Its going to be a bit of a long one, so stick around and keep reading if you like long stories.
"Mia where are you!" a young man shouted as he ran desperately through the burning village. Every corner he turned, he saw the dirt path littered with corpses, and armoured men with swords and axes, letting out a collective demented laugh. The boy rounded another corner, and nearly ran into one of armoured men. He backed away slowly, and glanced around searching for something to defend himself with. As he looked, his eyes fell on the corpse of a girl who looked about his age. His eyes widened in horror, and he whispered hoarsely, "Mia…" while reaching out his hand as if he could reach her corpse. The solider raised his sword blade and swung, and the young man didn't even notice as his head was separated from hi shoulders, blood spraying from the stump of his neck.
Azerik sat up instantly in his bed, sweat pouring from his head. His breathing was laboured, and he gripped his chest, fighting down the panic. "It's just a nightmare," he told himself out loud, "just that same stupid dream…about that same stupid night…"
Wiping the sweat from his face, he got out of bet with a sigh, and walked to the washroom. He turned the tap for the cold water, and held his hand under the stream so that water pooled in the centre. When his hands could hold no more water, he splashed it onto his face and rubbed the sand from his eyes. Walking out of the room now, he walked out onto the balcony, and stared down the dark street. He was still in Karakura town, and he was still in his Gigai, and there were still no Hollows to report.
Somehow, being the only Shinigami in 12th Division with a Zanpaktou that was meant for battle had landed him on a mission with a bunch of 11th Division nut jobs. There was a reported attack on Human souls in Karakura town by the Arrancar, but so far this was looking as if it was a false alarm. The mission team had been there for 6 days now, and still no sign of activity.
"Lieutenant," Azerik shouted back into the apartment, "I'm going out on patrol, I need some fresh air!" There was a mumbled reply from the room next to his own, and Azerik pulled off his Gigai and leaped off into the night. He jumped from roof to roof, until he made it to a grassy hill next to a river. Pulling his sword and sheath out from the belt of his Shihakushou, Azerik lay down on the hill, and looked up at the stars.
It had been well over 100 years since he had last been in the World of the Living, and now it was utterly alien to him. For close to 200 years, he had lived in the Soul Society, which was experiencing the aftermath of a long war that had been going on, since before his own birth. Many had died in the war, but still others survived to pass on their view of what had happened. By listening and doing research, Azerik had learned much of what had happened, but much of what he knew lacked finality, forcing him to put the pieces of the puzzle together on his own. However, out of all that he had learned, one thing remained consistent with each survivors account. It all started with a rebellion…the rebellion of the Blood King and his Onigami.