Summary:
The gods turned their gazes to the world below them and felt a pity born of disappointment at what they saw – they expected so much more of man – and decided to toy with man's fate. Who better to interfere with than Ichigo and Rukia? AU Post-Apocalyptic IchiRuki
Author Notes:
Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. If you have any criticism, reviews, advice, flame, anything just throw it at me :)
Right, I'm only gonna say this once so listen up: I don't own Bleach or its characters. If I did, then this wouldn't be fanfiction now would it?
Prologue
In a time long before our own, before even the noble captains that had come to protect two worlds had been established, there was only a vast wasteland filled with wondering souls. The land was barren and devoid of any variation, stretching out as far as the eye could see and beyond. However, those lost souls, so lacking of hope and purpose, had not dared to explore the extent of the world around them, content to wonder aimlessly amongst the other souls that accompanied them.
The gods turned their gazes to them and felt a pity born of disappointment at what they saw – they expected so much more of man – and decided to cast their hands down and bless a select few with their power.
"I grow tired of their wondering," one ponders, silver hair flickering faintly against snow-white skin in the subtle moonlight that her companion casts upon the world.
"Ay. As have I, too, become restless at man's inability to progress," the other replies, dark hair floating around his head in a halo of unruly waves, strong jaw relaxed and his cloak, black as night, billowing in an unseen breeze. "They lack resolve; purpose."
Violet eyes that shimmer like the goddess' hair muse over the statement as they study the mortals below. Yes, she reflects, they do lack a reason to exist.
"They could be more," she says carefully. "Lost potential. It's a pity, really."
"Perhaps we should intervene?"
A thoughtful gaze, unearthly eyes glistening with steady deliberation.
"A game, then, my dear Zangetsu." A raised brow and muted amusement tugs at his lips as his eyes widen in slight surprise, though it is scarcely noticeable; it is difficult to surprise one as collected as he. His silence she takes as her cue to proceed.
"Let us place their fate into our own hands, and provide them a means to evolve and to strengthen themselves."
"But how?"
She contemplates this with a slight tilt of her head, the movement as graceful as her delicate beauty. Her answer, "If a foe emerges and threatens their existence, the mortals may band together and develop something more… entertaining than their current stance."
His gaze shifts back to the mortal world that lay below their realm, consideration evident in the pull of his brow and lips downturned in a slight frown.
"Very well," he declares, mellow tone resonating her soul. "A game it 'tis then, Shirayuki, if you so desire."
A smile – hers this time – delicately angled features bending ever so slightly to accommodate the picturesque illustration. "As you wish, my lord."
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