Disclaimer.+ I don't own Bleach…Bleach owns me.
This is just based on some of my ideas and stuff…it's sorta set during the war with Aizen.
Imagination coupled with boredom can make for some ridiculous stuff…
Prologue: The Kage
Fujiwara Touya heaved a deep breath, feeling his lungs expanding as the sweet, sweet air filled his lungs. It could be his last, he thought.
His arm throbbed with a dull pain from the horrendous wound that stretched from his shoulder down to his wrist. Courtesy of the ugly looking arrancar that was standing in front of him. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to keep hold of his zanpakutou, he couldn't even feel his fingers anymore. The wound was clearly tainted with a paralyzing poison.
Risking his neck, he quickly glanced back at his men. They were all engaged in battles of their own against full arrancars or half-formed ones. Some were fighting in twos and threes while others, like him, faced the enemy alone. They were clearly on the verge of defeat.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It had started as a routine mission. He was put in charge of a squad of fourteen shinigami. Their task was to investigate an abnormal spirit activity that had occurred in the living world. It was far from the 'harvesting grounds' as the areas known for regular spirit activity occurrences were called, so no one thought much about it. It could just be some random human affected by the war raging in Karakura-cho. But to be on the safe side, his squad was sent to investigate.
They had barely gotten there when they were ambushed by a group of arrancars. There were only four of them. But they were decimating his men.
Fujiwara gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his zanpakutou. They were his responsibility, his men…his friends.
He would get them through this. They would make it back home alive.
"So hows about it arrancar? Lets have another go," he grinned. "I promise I'll kill you this time."
"Inssssolent ssshinigami!!" screeched the arrancar, a forked tongue slipping out between its sharp pointed teeth. It had a deep stab wound just a few millimeters from its heart. Courtesy of one Fujiwara Touya.
"I ssshall kill you!!!" it screeched and raised its clawed hand. The claws were three inches long and were made up of strong reiatsu enforced bones. The tips were hollow, like a snakes fangs, to allow the flow of deadly poison. A poison that Fujiwara was experiencing first hand.
"Not if I kill you first! I am Fujiwara Touya, fifth seat of the Ninth Squad of the Gotei 13, and I will kill you!"
Fujiwara shunpoed and got in to close range, gritting his teeth until he could taste blood on his tongue, he raised his zanpakutou and prepared to administer the killing blow when suddenly a vicious pain erupted from the back of his neck.
The arrancar had managed to get its tail around the shinigami and had used it to whip him with all the force it could muster.
Fujiwara felt the pain explode but he wasn't deterred by it. His legs fell underneath him but he quickly thrust his zanpakutou to the ground, using it for support.
Blurrily, he could see the arrancar's face crack into a manic grin as it raised its clawed hand above its head in preparation for a blow. A blow that he knew would undoubtedly split his skull and splatter his brains right across the battle ground.
No, his mind screamed. He would not die here. He had the safety of his men to take care of.
In a split second, he tensed his arm muscles and pulled his zanpakutou from the ground. Pointing it upwards, he aimed roughly at the arrancar's heart and thrust with all his might…when there was a flash of the brightest blue.
His zanpakutou thrust into empty air as the enemy was disintegrated. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground with a thump, his wind knocked out of him. Groaning, he pushed himself up and saw an orange haired teenager walking towards him, a cleaver shaped zanpakutou held ready in his hand. Fujiwara felt his breath catch in his throat as he realized who it was.
"Sorry I'm late. We just received the distress signal. Don't worry, I'll get you through this," he said and without further ado, he disappeared from Fujiwara's sight.
His disappearance was promptly punctuated by a blood-curdling cry of pain from the nearest arrancar.
Kurosaki Ichigo, shinigami substitute and commander of the Special Human World Task Force or, as they call themselves, the Kage, the Shadow, was here.
Fujiwara Touya, fifth seat of the Ninth Squad of the Gotei 13 took a deep, deep breath knowing that it wasn't his last after all at least for the day. He knew that his squad would live to see another day. He knew that his friends were going to be alright.
Slowly, his eyes closed as the pain and exhaustion caught up with him. They would be alright.
Kurosaki Ichigo was here.
So, how about that for a prologue, eh?
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