Disclaimer: If Bleach was mine, I would make it into a ... *mumbles*.
"All done."
That was the first thing he said in seven restless hours of painting. His eyes gazed at the portrait he just finished. This time he used the shade of lustful red blended with auburn red to highlight the drawing of a fierce-looking warrior training by swinging his sword with such speed that it left several cuts in the air.
His hand traced the pencil linings with so much delicacy like the painting was so fragile it could be ruined with a forceful touch. While caressing the drawing lightly, he muttered one name and in response the wind howled even louder that it reached inside the house and spoke to him.
As a reply, he shed one tear but he was unaware of the crystal drop flowing down his cheek for he was too taken in by his creation.
"Great.. first my snack got stolen by some brats and now I'm lost in this large town. How lucky I am today." Ichigo mumbled while wandering endlessly in Karakura Town.
Ichigo was a man who always had a penchant to draw and paint since he was a kid. In fact, he was good at his first try and soon he became recognized in his hometown of Rukongai for his talent in art.
And a few days ago, he participated in an art contest and obviously, he won. As the judges were amazed by his work, they suggested he should become a protege of Byakuya Kuchiki, a well-known artist that he heard of a few times so that he would make his skills even better. He happily accepted the offer but he had never been in a town as large as Karakura and before he knew it he got lost.
"Hey, are you Ichigo Kurosaki?" He turned around and saw a small boy with white hair and dark green eyes. "Yeah. Why?"
"That's a relief. You're orange hair stands out a lot, making it easy for me to find you." The boy sighed as he rubbed his head. "Huh?"
"Oh, my apologies." He immediately straightened his body and bowed his head like a loyal servant, in which he is. "I am Toshiro Hitsugaya, a servant of Master Kuchiki. I'll lead you to his house."
"So formal..." Was all Ichigo could think as Toshiro introduced himself but he clearly heard what he just said. "Well that's a relief for me as well. I was already losing my sense of direction in this town."
The younger teen's face remained emotionless like a servant would usually show and started to walk past the crowd with ease thanks to his small height (which he is not so proud of). Ichigo just followed him like a puppy. In a while Toshiro stopped in front of a gate and Ichigo was surprised at the quiet large house. The size of course would never be as large as the White House, but still, the size was huge compared to the decent-sized houses in Rukongai.
Toshiro took out a small key and twisted the lock binding the two gates together and after a click they opened like wings spreading out and both went inside. The place was so quiet that both could hear the wind and their own firm footsteps. But the orange head paid attention to the wind more than the sound his feet made.
The wind was whispering to him, he could feel the cold voice but he couldn't know what it was saying. He was unaware that the wind had not only a cold voice, but a mysterious and ominous voice as well.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill!
KILL!
To be continued...
A/N: As I'll be busy with the other stories, the chapters will be short like up to 1,500 words max so I can publish it faster. Since this is the prologue, this will be short since I want to publish it already.
I'm not that good at horror, so bear with me.
Reviews and constructive criticism are extremely welcome. Just absolutely no flaming.