Horrible Description I know

My first story was absolutely horrible so I decided to make this one to replace it.

Disclaimer: I am not Tite Kubo, if I was this would be in Manga form not story.


Prologue: A Typical Saturday

I groaned as my alarm clock sounded off with Skillet Awake and Alive. The birds were outside chirping normally on this average day in January.

I groaned again as I sat up moving my long dark brown hair from my grey eyes. "Dammit... I forgot to turn off the alarm yesterday," I said to myself as I turned off the alarm. "There goes a good sleep-in," I muttered.

I got up from my twin-sized bed in my larger than average apartment, I then opened my dresser and pulled out a white shirt with my favorites band's logo on it with some black cargo pants. (The Band is Skillet for those that don't know)

I pulled on my clothes and walked down the stairs to get a bite to eat and a cup of coffee. My Brewer had automatically started making my cup at eight am so it should still be warm. I grabbed an apple and a cup of black coffee with three spoons of sugar.

I sat down in front of my flat screen TV and said, "Lets see who's killed who today." The world seemed like it was going to turn another day so I turned off the TV and finished my coffee.

I grabbed my running shoes, a bottle of water and my wide brimmed 'cowboy' hat, as some would call it, opened the door and practically jumped down the stairs with a bored look on my face. One could say that I wasn't easily amused but that would be a complete understatement. You could rarely see me excited unless I got to fly a fighter jet solo or something similar.

Fortunately enough for me Parkour and Freerunning are quite similar to flying a jet. I was amused by my incredible stamina when it came to running, climbing, and jumping. My apartment's stairs did not go to the roof as it would on most apartments, so I had to go all the around to the fire escape to get to the roof.

-Bakudo Number 0 TimeSkip!-

About twenty minutes later I was on top of a ten story building about thirty blocks from my apartment. I sat down to enjoy the view over Central Park.

"It's times like this that make me think that the world is almost perfect," I said looking down at the park.

I sighed and took a swig of my half empty water bottle. I got up, once again with a completely bored look on my face, jumped off the building and dived into an alley. I closed my eyes as the wind rushed past my face and just as I was about to hit the ground my eyes flared open. I grabbed a clothsline and span around it once to lose momentum before I let go and flew forward. After flying a few feet I planted my legs on the wall and ran forward a few more yards before jumping downward and planting my feet on the ground. I got up from my crouched position and started walking forward.

I exited the alley looking like a normal New Yorker. I walked back a few blocks towards my apartment.

As I got within a few blocks of my place, I decided to stop by my favorite bookstore. I walked over to a nearby cross-walk and walk throught the street once the red light flashed on. I walked over to the bookstore which was right across from my apartment. By this time it was nine-thirty so the store was open. As I entered the usual clerk, Frank, greeted me.

"Hey James! How is my favorite customer today?," He asked like normal.

I smiled and waved. "Good Frank, hows business?," I inquired.

He laughed and said, "Good as usual especially since you started advertising me by hanging those flyers." He pointed at me accusingly.

I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly and said, "Hey I don't want my favorite shop going out of business."

He waved it off and asked, "So what are you looking for today my friend?"

I shrugged with a thoughtful look on my face.

He pointed to a row of books that were obviously new. "Look at those you might find out that you look almost exactly like a character in the one titled 'Bleach,'" he indicated.

I shrugged again and said, "What the heck I got some free time." I walked over to one of the shelf he had indicated and picked up one of the latest copies. I began reading and was quite bored until I came across the character Frank was talking about. 'Coyote Starrk... Huh... What do ya know he does look exactly like me!,' I thought with slightly wide eyes.

Frank brought me out of my thoughts by saying, "I guess you found that character I told you about. He is one bad ass mother fucker... Worst part is he is more lazy than you are when it comes to sleep." He laughed at his last comment.

I narrowed my eyes slightly and said, "Thats impressive..." I thought about how much he looked like me. "Besides the hole in his chest, the tattoo, and that bone necklace, I'm a dead ringer...," I muttered thinking about him.

Frank must have realized I was slightly concerned about the resemblance and said, "James don't worry about it and I will even give you the Bleach Character Manuel half price."

I nodded slightly shocked at Frank's willingness to give me a discount. I excepted the half-price manuel and left the shop after paying for it.

I shook my head to clear itself of these thoughts as I entered my apartment. I went over to my computer and decided to look up all I could about the Bleach Series.

"Huh that kid Ichigo Kurosaki has a kind of spirit that I don't think most can replicate... And the Orihime... I'm suprised she doesn't have back problems...," I chuckled to myself. "Alright... Coyote... Starrk...," I droned out as I typed the name into my usual search engine.

I clicked the first link there was, which happened to be Wikipedia. I was shocked at the sheer amount of things we had in common. "Highly Perceptive, Lonely, prefers his Twin Pistols... Dam, this guy and me could be twins," I said slightly overwhelmed. I put a hand on my forehead and kept it there for a minute before continuing.

He apparently had split his soul into two so he wouldn't be alone anymore... He likes wolves... He has an intense love for sleeping all the time... Hates being woken up...

"Dam! This guy is a carbon copy of me!," I exclaimed after a while.

-Bakudo Number 0 TimeSkip!-

I had spent the rest of the day catching up on the Bleach series. It was actually quite entertaining... I learned that Coyote Starrk was a bad guy working for Sosuke Aizen to take over the Soul Society. I also realized he died fighting another person like me and him. Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of Squad Eight of the Thirteen Court Guards.

I shook my head. "Starrk my have been a bad guy but he is my all around favorite character," I said, convinced. I pulled away from my computer to grab a bite to eat before I went to sleep for the day.

My dinner consisted of a medium rare steak, which I cooked myself, and a small mound of mashed potatoes.

After I had finished my modest dinner, I took off my clothes, and lay down in my old bed to sleep the night away.

As I would learn later, there was a small ball of blue light hovering out my window which flew inside and was absorbed by my chest before I glowed a extremely bright light and vanished.


And Cut.

Good Prologue in my opinion but thats your job to decide.

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