A/N: Ok. I had an inspiration whilst listening to Prince of Egypt music. So, thusly, I started my very first Bleach fan fiction. Leave comments, please! And I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: There will be sex later in this fic, along with mature themes. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters. They are property of Kubo Tite. This fic is my idea, however.
Pairings: IchiRuki, slight KaienRuki, one sided IchiHime and RenRuki, IshiHime, along with hints at other pairings.
---Prolouge---
"It's just ahead."
"Are you ready?"
"...As ready as I'll ever be."
The orange haired male glanced at the young woman next to him, then behind at their friends. The white, yet strangely dark halls of Las Noches seemed to echo with their footsteps; the group had given up any thoughts of being quiet long ago. They had one goal.
Kill Aizen.
"Ichigo--whatever happens here, don't die." Came the voice of the short woman next to him, her shunpo step challenging his in speed. The named male simply smirked at her, eyes flashing. "Yeah. You too, Rukia."
The doors that lead to the main hall were open and waiting when they reached them.
The Espada, normal Arrancar, Muenos Grandes, and the three heads--Aizen, Gin, and Tousen--waited for them there. Waited for the band of friends. Waited to show them to their death.
They fought bravely. Ishida, Chad, Orihime, Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo. They fought with all they had, even the recently rescued Orihime.
They fought their best, but it was not enough.
"Don't die, Ichigo."
"You too, Rukia."
The end came sooner than they had expected.