Hello all as this is the new story as I used to write "Red Strings of Time" as Hotaru Yugure is still mine but I redesigned her and her story. Her profile is on my DeviantArt profile as you can type in the search engine.
Her profile is on my Vampheart410 DeviantArt page.
Also, with not knowing what happened after the Soul King was dead as Kubo never revealed to us what would happen with out the King so this is my twist on it at the end of the Thousand Year War.
Any who I hope you all enjoy!
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Ichigo fell onto his back as his body hurt all over and his breathing ran heavy as it was all over. The Quincy King, Yhwach was dead but at another great lost so was the Soul King. Sitting up, he stared at the spot where the Soul King was when he cut him in half as Orihime kneeled down beside him to hug Ichigo tight. Ichigo returned the hug as Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Uryu walk towards Ichigo as they all defeatedly look where the Soul King used to be.
"What do we do now with the Soul King gone?" Ichigo mumbled sadly as he closed his eyes with his hand tightly holding Orihime's.
"Soon all will disappear as the Soul Society will be no more," Kisuke hung his head as he spoke. "Everyone will disappear."
"Not quite," everyone's head shot up as they saw a white fiery portal appear in the same area the former Soul King used to be. The voice was eerily calm and soft spoken.
Ichigo grabbed his blade as he got to his feet getting into his fighting stance along with everyone else, "Who said that? Come out and show us who you are? I'm done with guessing games today!"
The voice chuckled, "You needn't worry Kurosaki Ichigo for I am no enemy."
"Then show yourself!" the young orange haired teenager yelled.
Stepping out of the portal everyone gasped as Ichigo's blade fell from his hands as the others mouths dropped. The portal disappeared as it was the Soul King standing before them wearing a pure white Mandarin black tip collar with two slits from the high hip to the floor. Underneath white silken pants with black fighting flats. The Soul King stared at everyone as they were all stunned in shock to say anything.
"H-How?" Kisuke managed to get out as he fell to his knees.
The Soul Kings eyes half way closed as calmly stared at everyone before he walked down the steps to his fallen sons torn in half body. Eyes glowing white as Mimihagi rose up and fused with the Soul King restoring his right hand. Suddenly from the other regions of the Soul Palace, both the fallen pieces of Pernida Parnkgjas and the essence of Gerard Valkyrie floated up into the air before joining the Soul King once again. Eyes returning to their eerie look as the Soul King looked down as his regenerated limbs before placing his arms behind his back as he stood in front of the gaping shocked group.
A very curl in the corner of his lips moved upward as it then disappeared as he walked back over to his throne where the bottom half of him lay before turning back to the group.
"The reason I am still alive is that I foresaw all of this horrific war."
Still everyone was too in shock to speak.
"Foreseeing the events, I drummed up a dummy in my place to take the hit from my son and you Kurosaki Ichigo. I made sure that my son believed that my dummy was me with a significant energy so my plan would not falter," the Soul King explained. "In doing so, in the great need I do sadden for the many loses in this war, but I also foresaw my son's death by you Ichigo."
"So, I – we," Ichigo stuttered then yelled angrily shocked. "So, we were nothing but your damn PAWNS! You're an asshole!"
Everyone freaked as Kisuke and Yoruichi grabbed Ichigo gagging him and tying him up while kicking him in the stomach muttering curses at him to not piss off the Soul King or even call him an asshole. Both bowed repeatedly begging forgiveness but the Soul King helped his right hand up making them all freeze in fear.
"Do not be afraid, yes in a game that was being played for the events to play out for my son to be defeated had to happen meaning yes. You were all my pawns but you have also gained new impressive powers that not many Shinigami can achieve even for humans. Even powers I have not seen in centuries of living, Inoue Orihime you are deeply special," the Soul King replied making Orihime blush scarlet red.
Standing up quickly as she bowed multiple times embarrassed of what to do until she stopped when her eyes grew wide when she felt a hand on top of her head. Staring up her blush grew deeper as she stared up at the Soul King. Kisuke and Yoruichi held each other tightly shocked and scared not knowing what was going to happen.
"Child you are gifted so do not be afraid of your powers and the new ones that are still growing inside of you. A gift like yours is rare for a fragile human such as yourself, treasure them as your brother treasured you," the King answered as Orihime's eyes widened as tears formed and fell.
"Yes, I will. Thank you, sir," Orihimie spoke softly as she tried to keep her sobs under control.
The Soul King lifted his hand as he turns to others, "You all can return back home as I have much to do returning my palace back to its glory."
Several white flame portals appeared at the engulfed everyone as they disappeared returning back to the Soul Society and to their lives in the Human World.
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Twelve years passed as peace in the Soul Society was great with no insane threats from the Hollows or Quincy's showing up trying to destroy the newly built Seireitei. Ichigo and Orihime married as they now have a ten-year-old son name Kazui Kurosaki. Taking after his father's hair and his mothers face as the young Kazui was a mischievous, adventurous attitude much like his father but a sweet caring side like his mother. In the years of peace, Renji and Rukia married also giving birth to their very confident red-haired daughter Ichika Abarai. Both Kazui and Ichika were best of friends often pulling pranks on some of Shinigami in the Seireitei and in Human World often getting into trouble.
Though the years were great except for one captain who was tormenting each year on the very anniversary that turned him into a half-hollow. Shinji lay on his futon as his head tossed and turned with sweat covering his body as he was having a nightmare. A nightmare that tormenting him since that unfortunate night.
The air was thick with the smell of blood as his comrades groaned and gagged as they were going through their pain hollowfication. Shinji felt as if he was gaging on liquid making it hard to breath as his mask was trying to take control completely. His wounded body lay on the ground as he looked up as a he could barely see two figures fighting.
The scene changed as the smaller figure a small woman was stabbed in the gut with a jagged rusted blade. Blood spudded from her mouth as she screeched in pain, a sound piercing through the cold air. Her fragile small body dropped just two feet from Shinji's form as horror shook his body as tears ran down his eyes. Her skin was porcelain white stained red as her body trembled in pain. Soon standing over the small frame was the man Shinji glared as the figure bent down grasping the blade, slowly twisting causing the young woman to scream and beg for him to stop!
"Ahhhhhh! Stop! Aaaahhh!" she cried out as her black hair clung to her sweat and bloody frame.
The male figure grinned sinisterly as his glasses glimmered in the moon light as his evil aura surrounded his as his soft chuckles mad Shinji's angry grow.
"Aizen you bastard! Let Hotaru go!" Shinji yelled as he reached for her.
"You mean her?" Aizen took the blade in his hand as he dragged it down her body ripping the flesh as he went.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" her wailing made more tears fall form his eyes as Shinji could only stare unable to move.
"Fuck stop! Stop! STOP IT!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"STOP HURTING HER!"
"Ahahahahahaha! I win Captain Hirako, you lose."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Shinji sat up quickly as he yelled clenching his chest as his nails dug into his skin over his heart. His yukata fell off his shoulders exposing s his lean muscular chest as his body was literally drenched in sweat. His golden blonde hair had grown longer to his collar bone as it also clung to him, his jagged breath uneven as his body shook with fear and sadness as tear rained down his cheeks like waterfalls.
'Every year,' Shinji dragged his knees up for his elbows to rest upon as his hands covered his face tightly ignoring the few strands of hair he pulls making his scalp ache in pain. 'Every damn year on this anniversary I see it. I see this horrible nightmare replay over and over because I was too weak. Too weak to save her and now she is gone. Gone from my arms from the betrayal that befell her, something that I wish I could have changed. But it is too late, too late.'
Shinji sobbed in his room as he couldn't stop them from falling. Though he wouldn't want them to stop, such emotion filled him that he couldn't contain it no more and left it flow. Sobbing as his body shook curling up on the futon in a ball, clenching his pillow to his face to muffle to screams of agony he felt from his subordinates from hearing. From anyone to hear his pain he kept inside, putting on a façade to hide his true self that lie beneath his cool exterior he portrayed. There was nothing he could do, nearly happening over a hundred and thirty years yet he still felt incomplete and beaten down by Aizen Sosuke for he had truly won that unfortunate night.
"I'm so sorry Hotaru, I couldn't protect you like I promised," Shinji whispered in pain as more tears fell. "I'm so sorry."
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Sorry for putting Shinji in an OC moment but it does go with the story so bear with me. Any who love you all!
