I just read a lot of Bleach, so I thought "Why not write some fanfiction?" So here I am. This story mostly focuses on my OC, Inbi Nagoyaka, and a bunch of my friends' OCs. I promise they don't magically fall in love with the main characters.

Inbi belongs to me. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. Enjoy.

"All 7th Company, please report to the 7th Backyard Training Grounds immediately."

Inbi Nagoyaka smirked. Finally, the start of some good training. They only had four months before winter came and the war against the Arrancars started. No one would expect a 7th Seat like him to actually do any damage in the war, but he could. Maybe if the enemy was strong enough he'd actually use full power. But that was unlikely. He liked to keep his spiritual pressure suppressed.

He watched as the Hell Butterfly flew away and got up off his bed. He grabbed the sheath that held his zanpaku-to, Kurokison, in it and tucked it into his belt. He had achieved Shikai with Kurokison, but never cared to learn Bankai. No one expected him to anyway. He was just a 7th seat. He was only known for his speed.

He quickly exited his room. Feeling too lazy to really use shun-po, Inbi decided to just hop across roofs of buildings. Passing by, he saw his friend Chikai Mendou, who was 4th Seat of the 8th company. He waved but got no response. She was absentmindedly staring off in the direction he was going. He hated when she did that. It was like a bad omen or something.

A few minutes later, Inbi hopped down to the training grounds. Captain Komamura was standing there, alone. He was the first one there. That was odd since Assistant Captain Iba wasn't even there.

"Good morning Captain Komamura," Inbi said. He worried about the intense look on his Captain's face. That, and the fact that his Captain didn't reply. Soon enough, other Soul Reapers came filing in. Assistant Captain Iba still wasn't here.

"Everyone," he paused and looked around before his eyes landed on Inbi. "7th Seat Nagoyaka."

Inbi blinked, "Yes Captain?"

"Go get Assistant Captain Iba. The Hell Butterfly must not have been sent."

Inbi nodded and disappeared. This was a situation for his shun-po. As he made his way to where Assistant Captain Iba lived, something wasn't right. He should be able to detect his spiritual pressure, but he felt nothing. It wasn't held back, it was nothing. Pushing himself harder, Inbi burst through the door. In a chair sat Tetsuzaemon Iba, but one thing was missing.

His head.

Inbi's hand covered his mouth. How could have this happened? He was dead. Murdered. How could someone just slip in here and decapitate an Assistant Captain. There was a bottle of sake by him. His normal morning drink. His zanpaku-to wasn't even drawn.

Inbi got out of the room. He didn't know where the head was, but he didn't care. He had to warn the Soul Society. As he went back to the training grounds, he felt cold. There was something missing. There should be an enormous amount of spiritual energy...no. No no no! Inbi screamed in his head and went faster.

On the field were many decapitated Soul Reapers. There spiritual energy completely gone. The Espada couldn't have done this. People would have noticed a group like that coming here. But, would they notice one person? No, that was impossible. One person can't annihilate a whole Company in this amount of time.

There was a faint flicker of something. He noticed that Captain Komamura wasn't in this pile. Inbi flashed to the tree line.

"C-Captain Komamura?" he asked, trying to keep his voice under control. All of this happening at once could push a person over the line. The flicker disappeared. What was it anyway? Inbi took slow steps into the trees. There was a giant sandal poking out from behind a bush.

It was Captain Komamura. His head was still attached, but his throat was sliced and cut to pieces. Both of his arms were gone. Blood was pooling around the body. His Captain was dead.

"Hey there," someone said behind him. Inbi turned and saw a tall man standing behind him. He held one giant scythe in one hand and another in his other hand. They were connected by a chain. "Finally found you." He dropped his bloodied weapon to the ground and extended his hand, "Ikatsui Rotasu."

This man was not an Espada. There was nothing about him that was part Hollow. Just black spiky hair. He was wearing a Soul Reaper's uniform, which was weird. He couldn't be a Soul Reaper. One feature about this man- Ikatsui Rotasu- was his eyes. They were gray and pupil-less. Inbi's eyes were the same; gray and pupil-less. No one ever had the same eyes as him. No one who wasn't related to him...

"It was a lot of trouble to find you. That big guy over there," Ikatsui said, indicating Captain Komamura, "his head wouldn't even come clean off. So, the least you could do is shake my hand."

Inbi slowly put his hand on his zanpaku-to. This guy's spiritual pressure was insane, and he knew his chances of winning were slim, but he would attack. Who would just watch the guy who killed your friends just walk away?

"I am Inbi Nagoyaka," he declared, "and you will not be allowed to live. Approach-"

"Nagoyaka, eh?" Ikatsui asked and let his arm fall to his side, "Inbi Rotasu...hmm." Inbi shuttered at the sound of his name being combined with this monster's. "I don't think it works. Inbi Rotasu. Naw. But Nagoyaka? That's what they changed our family name to?"

What the hell? Family name? What was this guy talking about?

"Oh? So you really don't know me," Ikatsui guessed by the look on Inbi's face, "I really don't feel like explaining it all. Why don't you ask Yamamoto? I think he'd remember me. See ya later." He scooped up his doubled scythe and was gone. Instantly. Inbi couldn't even trace which direction he went off through. He was too distracted. He was still stuck on 'family name.'

"Hey, I thought- HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!"

Looks like someone found the remains of the 7th Company.

If you want to see what the OCs look like, check out my page. They should be by the bottom.
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LordXwee