Hey guys, preceptormyth101 here. This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it and R&R.
Chapter 01: The Prologue
Between the battle of Hollows and Shinigami it has always been white and black. Good versus Evil. The Right against the Wrong. There was no reason to believe that after the war that everything would be peaceful. There was no guarantee that Hollows would disappear. There was no guarantee that Aizen could even be killed. For the Renegade there was only one guarantee…Armageddon.
The men and women of the Renegade to play the role of the warning before the forces beyond humans capabilities even beyond the Hollows and shinigami themselves. They are the heroes who are persecuted as villains. The prophets for the doom of all living things; the doom of enslavement and of cruelty. This is their role in history and their choice in the matter of Good vs. Evil. They must also be the villains or the world they know would forever be altered.
It was 11:59 PM on May 5th at a hospital. A man with brown hair and eyes to match paced the floor. He kept looking at one specific room with the plate number 501. His blue T-shirt was covered in sweat from worrying about his wife. This would be the third attempt for them to have a child.
He looked at the other people in the waiting room. There were four of them that he knew of the ten. The others were a historian and the last five were the Elite Five though those six are not important for now. Starting from the left was an old friend. His left cheek was scarred from a Hollow who had wounded him years ago. Even though he was in his forties, his blue eyes still shined with a burning passion to fight. He wore a dress shirt and black pants. Next to him was a girl no older than five. She had blond hair and blue eyes, and because of her serious manner one may think she was far more mature than she appeared. She had the figure of an athlete and her face was turning out to be beautiful. She wore a yellow blouse with blue jeans and sneakers.
The third person was actually cloaked even though the weather was getting very hot and there was no way to tell which sex he or she was. The hood was black and cloak was black as well but it had red lining. The boots had hidden daggers in the back and were also black. Last but not least was a teenager. He was around fifteen years old with odd-colored eyes. His eye color was grey and he wore a basketball jersey number fifty-one with green shorts, but it seem the shirt was too small for muscles bulged out from his jersey.
The leader of the four of them was still pacing up and down the hallway. He turned around and looked each straight in the eye.
He then says, "If—no when my child is born, I expect for you four to make sure he or she will be protected. That child will be the life-blood of our order. I expect the loyalty that I had from you to be given to my child as well."
All four of them nodded and sat quietly. The old veteran walked toward the pacing man, "Lord," he stated, "we all will give our lives for your child, but you speak as if you're never coming back. As your bodyguard and friend I must tell you that you must not do anything rash, even if the accused shinigami killed our brothers- and sisters-in-arms. "
The pacing man sighed, "Tyr" he said using the veteran's name, "you can't stop me. I will kill the shinigamis' Head Captain Yamamoto. He will pay the blood price for trying to slaughter us."
"But my lord! There must be another way. Surely we can warn them of Armage—"
"No! The times of words have past. They have answered our words with slaughter! Nothing can change what they did."
"Sir, that is why we can't go to war! Our comrades' death would be meaningless."
Zeus shook with rage. "And what if your wife was the one who betrayed us? What if your sons or daughters had been there so long ago? Would you have been suing for peace?"
"No, my lord."
"Then attend to the others. I…I need to think." Tyr nodded in acknowledgement and went back to his seat.
"Zeus will not listen to me," He stated using their leader's name. "He has no caution and will leave his family to fend for themselves without a leader.
He looked around at the other three warriors and finally rested his eyes on the cloaked figure.
"Leto," He said using the name of the cloaked one, "Bring out our swords. The child could arrive any minute now."
Leto quickly pulled out of the cloak four swords, and then handed one to each comrade, keeping one. A doctor quickly ran out of the door with a nurse.
Zeus stareed at him with a pale face, "Is everything all right? What happened?"
The doctor nods his head, "Relax you have two children. Twins to be exact; they were born thirty seconds apart from each other. Odd thing was that it struck 12:00 AM when the last one got out. Well, no matter, I'll let you see your wife for what little time she has left."
Zeus stared at the back of the departing doctor and nurse. "What does he mean little time?" he thought. He rushed in the room with his four comrades and came upon a glorious scene: his beautiful wife lying there with two bundles in her arms. She looked up and smiled.
"What are we going to call them?" she quietly asked.
Zeus replied, "Well for the oldest one how about Jack, and the other Jeremiah?"
She shook her head, "Such old names. It has to mean something… or at least be original.
Zeus looks around, "Any ideas men?"
All four of them looked at each other. One by one they shook their heads.
"Arrggh, come on. I've wanted kids for twenty-two years now and I can't even get a stupid name… Wait I know. The oldest one will be named Jerem and the youngest named Jura!"
The wife smiled, "Yes, good names, strong and original. Come, look at Jerem and Jura; they are beautiful." The warriors gathered around the two babies and their mother.
The four warriors each drew out their zanpakuto. Tyr was first.
"Bite, Fenris!" His sword then had long sharp blades covering the blade. They were 2-inch thick and a foot long. The handle was shaped like a wolf's head.
"Fly, Valkyrie." The girl's sword then changed into a spear with the butt of the spear having two wings.
"Serve, Automation." The sword turned into a man size machine. It was completely made of metal and encased Leto from the outside. It had a broadsword and a hammer at its belt.
"Charge, Minotaur." The sword became a double-edge axe. The top of the handle had a pair of horns that could skewer a man.
All of them bowed to the two children.
They all repeated, "I give my life for you my lords. I will follow you till my breath has left my body. I will fight until the end. I who am part of the Renegade will serve you. We the four Renegade Knights will protect you. The Warlords of the Renegade!"
10 years later.
The mother of the two children died from illness three months after giving birth. The husband, mad with grief, left with twenty warriors which included even six of the Renegade Knights. The strongest fighting force among the Renegade. He and his small force charged into Soul Society looking for his wife and to get revenge. He left both his sons behind to be cared for by the four guardians. They waited for word of their lord's fate.
A messenger from the twenty warriors that had left for Soul Society came back. He was exhausted and barely could stand on his feet. The occupants gathered around him.
"The lord is dead." He stated, "Killed fighting the Head Captain Yamamoto. My last order before I left my comrades to their deaths; raise a new king of the Renegade, but who will it be?"
Jerem looked at Jura for his opinion. Jura smiled sadly, "You are next in line Jerem. Father would have wanted for you to be the lord."
Jerem walked toward him. He said in his squeaky voice, "It is decided then, I will lead us. My father would want me to finish his work. May his soul rest in peace. Any who object among the warriors will have to face me."
The messenger bowed, "Hail the new leader, King Jerem. May your sword always stay sharp." Leto was going to get some medics, but the messenger refused.
The messenger painfully quick-stepped out of the room to spread the news about their new leader.
Joan, now a fully fledged woman, walked toward the new ruler, "Lord, we gave our word to protect you. We will protect you no matter what the cost."
Tyr stood up and bowed, "Your majesty, blood and glory to your name. Tell me where the fight is and I'll come."
Leto gathered the cloak. "Sire," came a neutral voice.
Theseus slapped his hilt, "Sounds like fun. Me and my men will follow you. Put us where the fighting is thickest!"
Jerem looked at his brother. "My brother, I ask for you to lend me your strength so that we may avenge our father. I know this may be difficult for you because of our loss but we must stay strong."
Jura stepped forward proudly, "If that is as you wish, my liege. I will fight with you to the very end."
Every person in the room agreed to follow the new leader of the Renegades. The whole order of the renegades mourned for their old king. But they soon celebrated for their new king and their new beginning.
Eight years later.
Jerem now coming into manhood was standing on a cliff watching the sunset. The child that he once was now gone. His body was well sculpted with muscles and tall. His brown hair went down to his shoulders and his dark brown eyes looked toward a new dawn.
Tyr and Leto watched their king look toward the sunrise. They both looked the same, even after eighteen years. Though now Tyr's baby girl was at the age of 15. He never talked about his daughter or the mother. Leto was, well, Leto. He or she never really talked. No one got close to him or her.
Jura came jogging up the cliff road with Joan and Theseus. Joan was now by far the loveliest woman in the order. It was rumored that she and Jerem had a thing for each other, but it quickly died out by the attitude of Joan. Theseus was now a giant. He still wore jerseys when he wasn't wearing the white kimono but his muscles were easily seen by anyone and he easily towered over the tallest of men in the Renegade. Jura was definitely not as muscled or as tall as any of them. But what he didn't lack was charisma and a face to match. Unlike his brother who was like a lion, he was a cheetah even though they were very much alike in looks expect for their eyes. While Jerem's eyes were brown, Jura's eyes were bright green like their mother's. He also spiked his hair while Jerem had a mullet.
When the messenger had come so long ago Jura and Jerem both reached their shikai forms of their zanpakutos. Jerem often showed his off because of the need to show his power. His sword's name was Prometheus. No one knew Jura's for he has never shown it. Both of them have never seen battle till today.
Jura jogged toward his brother his two bodyguards trailing behind him, "Jerem, why did you call me out here today? I thought you said we would go training at midday."
Jerem replied solemnly, "There has been a change in plans. I plan to take Tyr, Leto, and thirty troops to go on a night raid to Soul Society."
Jura, shocked by this new revelation, but didn't let any show on his face, "But what about me? I can fight alongside you. Let me come."
Jerem looked at him sharply, "My order is that you do not follow me. You shall not fight, you hear me!" Jura's face fell in shame. He then spoke softly, "I need you here. You must hold down the fort in case of an attack. Please brother, the men are getting restless and I need you to make sure they don't desert."
Jura, unable to defy his brother's logic, conceded, "Alright I'll stay."
Jerem laughed and slapped him on the back, "Good, good. I'll come back quick and easy. If I find anything of worth I'll make sure you get the first pick." Jerem's cheery voice suddenly changed. "Remember Jura. The Knights follow us blindly. The entire Renegade follows us blindly. But it is loyalty, not love, Jura. Loyalty."
Jura already having a bad feeling pushed it away. I'm just nervous that is all He thought, "He'll come back. He's not going to leave me here like father."
Jerem left the cliff with Tyr and Leto and headed for their fortified camp in the middle of a forest. The camp had over thirty–three tents. Each one contained about ten renegades. The tents were actually rather large. There was a practice field where the warriors practice kido and other assortment of spells that they discovered.
Midday.
Jerem and his thirty-two warriors ready to depart for a gate that they had opened fifty miles away from their position. Jura walked toward his brother. "Come home safely, Jerem. I can't stand to lose what is left of our family."
"There is no problem, Jura. I'll come back, you'll see. Besides I got Tyr and Leto with me."
"Just be careful. You too, Tyr and Leto. Jerem and I…you know we never had real parents. I consider you both my family and irreplaceable. Please take good care of yourselves and my brother."
Tyr banged his hand to his chest and bowed. Leto nodded and walked up to Jura.
"Young master it will be alright." Leto whispers in Jura's ear, "I promise you by my sword that I'll protect him with my life." Leto hugged Jura and went to join the other warriors.
Jura was stunned. Leto never showed any sign of emotions. Yet he or she just hugged him as if some emotion slipped out. But with no time to think about it he carefully adjust his sword and ready to watch their departure. If Leto had shown emotion the time of doom is getting closer.
On a grassy plain with the sun still high in the sky the thirty-three warriors gather together. Each of them brandished zanpakutos and was armored in their white kimonos.
Jerem at the head declared, "All of you were hand-picked or recommended for this raid. You all had loved ones taken and have hate for shinigamis. But don't let these emotions drive you. This mission is to help our kinsmen and strike a blow against those accursed shinigami. I expect for all of you to exercise caution. It won't matter if you kill shinigami if you aren't back here to celebrate the victory. So come my warriors. To Soul Society and to revenge!
All the warriors cheered in their white kimonos. The white symbolized their cutting all ties with Soul Society and the loyalty they have to the Renegade. One by one the renegades quick-stepped toward the door to Soul Society. All the while Jura watched the departing figures with a bad feeling.
At the door to Soul Society at 6pm. A forested area very cloudy.
"We're here my lord," said a renegade troop. "There is no one in the vicinity either."
Jerem nodded, "Good, good. Ok we rest here men. Sharpen your blades and get some shut eye. You'll need it to kill those shinigamis.
The renegades set up camp and quickly fell asleep. At the hour of 11 they were all fully awake and ready for action. Jerem, still in his tent with his lieutenant, went over the plans.
"Alright sire, I'll lead Squad 7 towards the north while you go with Squad 5 and 1 to flank the enemy. Squad 3 and 4 will then circle around the storehouse and set up a parameter. Squad 2 will be our rearguard while Squad 6 will go in and steal the supplies. Any questions my lord?" The lieutenant faced Jerem.
Jerem shook his head, "None. No questions lieutenant. Keep this up and I can promote you to knight."
The lieutenant bowed, "You give me too much honor."
"Doesn't matter. Alright boys and girls. Let's slaughter them all!"
With that all the squads went into their positions. The shinigamis that guarded the area were quickly taken down by the renegades' swords.
Jerem and Leto waited for Tyr to report about their position and what the lieutenant was doing.
Tyr slowly walked toward them. Jerem immediately recognized him. "Come and join us, Tyr. Hurry up or you'll be left behind." Jerem then started laughing and wore a cocky grin on his face. "The shinigami here are too easy. It is a wonder how father lost to them. Hmm. What are you waiting for Tyr, come on!"
Tyr whispered, "Run master. Hurry, run." He then fell to the ground with a slashes on his back down to his legs.
Jerem quickly looked at Tyr, "Tyr? Hey Tyr, wake up now. No time for playing games."
He then heard screams, his warriors' screams.
A masked figure came into view with a bloodied sword. The enemy dragged the lieutenant with him.
The lieutenant looked up and saw Jerem, "My lord please run they're too strong. Ru…"
The figure quickly sliced open the lieutenant's throat spraying blood everywhere. Leto quickly got Tyr's sword and unsheathe his or hers. "Serve, Automation" The sword quickly armored Leto in metal.
Jerem stood there shocked. Those empty eyes of the lieutenant. He had a family. A daughter and a wife. Those empty eyes. Jerem shook his head. It wasn't suppose to go like this! Tyr should have not been defeated by anyone besides a captain! His bankai could conquer any hollow or shinigami! Something was wrong. Jerem still couldn't get those empty eyes, which were once filled with hope, now lay before him dead.
"Quickly my lord," Leto said in a metallic voice, "run and live another day." The voice broke Jerem out of his trance. He grinned slightly. No matter. He was the King of the Renegade! No one could defeat him!
Leto charges the cloaked figure and slashed with the blade. The figure easily blocked it if not lazily. "Humph," she said, "This is the power of the Renegades? I don't get what Lord Aizen sees in you weaklings." She then booted Leto in the gut, sending Leto flying into a tree, and then killed a renegade that had tried to slash her in the back. "Fools… if you think one of Harribel's fraccion could be defeated by such a lowly attack, think again." Then the figure rushed Leto before he or she could get back to his or her feet. The figure then kept pounding the armor until Leto seemed to be unconscious.
The figure then turned to Jerem who drew his sword. He looked angrily at those murdered who were once his men and his dear friends. "Mold, Prometheus!" His sword turned into a clay color. "Let us see how you dance murderer!" His sword quickly became a revolver crossbow.
"Haha, you think that puny weapon will hurt me..? What!" She was slammed in the shoulder by a bolt. She looked at her hand and saw her own blood. "Well well. The little one has got some spunk. Tell me your name before I kill you."
"Name's Jerem the 4th leader of the Renegades. Who are you?"
"Harribel's fraccion, Apache. Good to kill you."
She then quick-stepped behind Jerem who happened not to be there anymore. Bolts came whizzing out of the trees. Apache spun her whole body to avoid being skewered. "So we are going to have to do this the hard way shinigami." Jerem said, his voice echoing around her. Before Apache could get a word in, more bolts were shot from behind her. She disappeared out of the woods and appeared right above the trees.
Jerem ran into the opening and grabbed Leto, quick-stepping out of the fight.
"You coward!" she yelled, "Come back here and fight like a man!"
Mila-Rose and Sun-sun appeared from behind her.
"I'm done with my end. How about you Rose?"
"All good here Sun. But it seems Apache is in a bad mood."
Apache was stamping her feet in the air (kind of defies logic doesn't it?). Cursing in the air she promised Jerem that she would torture him to death.
"My oh my, she is angry, Mila-Rose."
Apache quickly looked at Sun-sun, "Shut it. I'll go after him, not a problem. But you two are in my way."
Mila-Rose yelled, "Get in YOUR way? We're already done, but you're the one taking forever to take down a wounded warrior and an eighteen-year-old kid."
"It doesn't matter Apache. You and Mila-Rose are both weights for me to work with." Sun-sun stated, giggling slightly behind her sleeve.
"What did you say, you damn flower head!" Mila-Rose and Apache yelled at her. Both of them started yelling at Sun-sun, ready to draw their swords when Harribel appeared.
"What do you think you three are doing?" Harribel inquired. "I thought I told you to kill any survivors. You are taking forever, get to it."
"Hai! Harribel-sama." said all three of them as they quick-stepped away to find Jerem.
Meanwhile, Jerem carried Leto toward the camp still forty miles away.
Leto demanded to his or her master, "Drop me my lord. Hurry and save yourself. I'll hold them as long as I can."
"You're nuts then if you think you could hold them. Can you walk Leto?"
"Yes my lord I can."
"You go on ahead. I'll handle them." He quickly unsheathed his sword and turned it into shikai.
"Oh yeah, by the way, Leto."
"Yes my lord?"
"Your armor is punched through the stomach. Your chest is hanging out. You should have told me you were a girl. It would explain why you never went in the bath with me when I was six."
Indeed it was. With all the fighting Leto never noticed her armor was punched open. A large-sized chest was hanging out. Leto quickly recovered herself with her cloak.
"My LORD!" She yelled while blushing furiously, "You weren't supposed to see my breasts!"
Jerem shrugged, "No biggy Leto. We got nothing to hide and you shouldn't hide who you really are. Now get moving before they get back here."
Leto grabbed his arm, "No my lord I will fight with you still."
Jerem stared into her red eyes and pushed her away, "Hurry Leto. If you don't go, my men's deaths will be in vain. Tell the warriors of this new threat. Hurry!"
Leto knowing she couldn't fight with her lord complied. "Wait." Jerem said he grabbed the clay part of his sword and gave her the handle. "As long as you have the handle the sword will come back. Give it to my brother. Tell him we'll have to train some other time." Leto felt the soul particles inside the hilt resonating. She also felt the highest level of the Renegade's barrier on the hilt to prevent any leakage of power.
Leto bowed and quick-stepped out of the area, tears flying behind her.
Jerem watched the retreating figure and grabbed his crossbow and looked toward the cloudy sky. "Well a good day as any to die like a warrior. Father, wait for me. Tell mother I'll join you guys soon."
Sun-sun, Apache, and Mila-Rose surrounded him. "Any last words before we kill you Jerem?" asks Apache.
"Yeah just one… Good-bye." He quick-stepped into the trees, setting his trap off. The ground where the fraccion were standing quickly turned into quicksand and started sucking them in. "Don't underestimate the power of Prometheus!" He was about to shoot them down when Harribel appeared behind him.
"I'm sorry Jerem but I can't allow you to kill my warriors."
"Who are you, wench, another fraccion?"
Apache struggling in the quicksand yelled at him, "You fool! That is Harribel-sama; show her respect. She is much stronger than you, weakling."
"Harribel, eh? So you are the person these bumpkins work for. I'll admit you do fill in all the right places" Jerem started laughing.
Apache gaped at such blatant disrespectfulness from a mere human. Mila-Rose tried to reach her sword so that she could cut off the mouth of the renegade and Sun-sun even lost her cool after such a remark.
"My aren't we proud. As much as I like your company, Lord Aizen-sama ordered for no survivors. So die."
Harribel swiftly pulled out her sword and charged him. He smoothly dodged the blow and shot his crossbow.
"Baka! You think I'll go down that easily?" He fired another barrage of bolts.
Harribel spun her sword and quickly got closer to Jerem.
"Fine Harribel, we'll do this the old fashion way." He quickly changed his crossbow into a mace and axe. He swung his mace up top and chopped his axe to her legs. Harribel smoothly dodged the blow, disappearing before reappearing behind him.
She whispered in his ear, "Any last words?"
Jerem quickly realized his mistake, "Up yours and DIE!" He quickly changed his axe into a shield and his mace into a spear. Before he could even turn around she was in front of him and stabbed him in the stomach. Jerem spewed blood from his mouth. He looked down at his zanpakuto. He chuckled softly. "And I didn't even get the chance to perform my bankai."
"Long live the Renegade! I'm sorry brother," he whispered. Jerem's corpse slid off of Harribel's sword and fell to the cold, muddy floor.
It started raining and Harribel was about to take his spear when it melted in her hand. Her eyes widen and she also saw the shield melt into the rain.
"Lord Aizen isn't going to like this Harribel-sama," stated Mila-Rose after getting out of the quicksand.
"It is not a problem. We'll just have to come back later. They are bound to look for us and we'll be waiting."
Jura, Joan, and Theseus were out for their morning ride on horses. When they were at the cliff where they met Jerem in private, they saw a figure in the distance.
"Is that Leto?" asked Jura. "But where are the rest of the men?" They quickly raced down the mountain to the staggering figure of Leto.
She fell to her knees, her cloak coming off of here fully revealing she is definitely female. Joan quickly used her cloak to cover her up. "My King Jura I have failed my duty. I'm sorry. I am not fit to be called a Renegade Knight. I will accept any punishment you give me." Leto said falling to her knees. "But before you killed me the late leader wanted to give you this." She handed him the sword and sheathe of his brother's sword.
Jura looked solemnly at the sword. This was an important moment for him. He couldn't cry…he mustn't. After a long moment he took it into his hands. "So it means my brother is dead. What about Tyr and the rest of the men?"
Leto didn't look Jura in the eyes. "They are all dead my lord, slaughtered to the last man. We lost Tyr at the start of the fight. They were too strong. They had zanpakutos to. They must be part of Soul Society, lord."
Jura quickly unsheathed the sword, looking for any mark that this tale was false. But at the edge of the blade he could see blood. He quickly attached the sword to his own and beckoned Leto to rise.
"As you are still one of the three surviving the Renegade Knights, I will not permit any harm to come to you. You are still one of us whether you failed or not. Joan, Theseus, prepare the memorial. After that, train the men for a year until we are at full strength, get more recruits, and by the Renegade above, we will have our vengeance."
End
Well that's the end of the prologue. Well thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Give me any advice you can think of to make it better. Till next time.