Author's Notes
Dear random reader,
About mid-2011 I began writing this story (Called "Bleach: Revolutions" at the time), it mainly spawned from a short lived Bleach based RP forums a friend of mine created, I remember designing my character, whom is known as Kage in this story, as well as a small library of Zanpakuto ideas.
One thing led to another, and I found myself writing 10 chapters before abandoning the project.
Now, after finding and re-reading the story, I have decided to release the story here, or at least Chapters 1 and 2, I have decided to finish the story (although my style has noticeably changed since mid-2011) and it is 14 chapters as of this writing.
I'll be releasing them one chapter a week until you guys are up to date.
Please, Please, Please let me know what you think of this story, review it and all that. I want to be an author one day and writing this is my first proper attempt at doing so.
Enjoy, A. P. Schep
Prologue
The storm rumbled hungrily as it passed over the Sereitei, the lightning bathing the entire district in a split-second of light, the thunders boom keeping even the deepest sleepers awake. On the roof of
one of the many tall towers, silhouetted above its tall embrace, stands a man.
This man is watching, waiting. He knows something is coming yet he cannot put his finger on why. A brief flash envelopes him in light and, based on his clothing, reveals this man to be a Shinigami. He is, however, no ordinary Shinigami. Although he wears a standard shihakusho, every inch of otherwise exposed skin is draped in a black cloth, and his face concealed by a gas-mask. A small medal is tied to his right arm, a small piece of jewellery worn only by Lieutenants. No-one knows this man's name, but everyone refers to him as Kage, Shadow; a name he himself embraced.
Kage watched like a hawk, from his vantage point, he could see the further parts of the Rukongai district, his gaze is fixed to the west. Something will happen. Every bone in his body was practically screaming it. Under his breath, Kage muttered to himself in his dark, cracked and very deep voice:
"A storm is brewing" Was his words, "From one which we may never recover."
Kage picked up a small, unimportant looking fedora that was sitting, pathetically, at his heel. He wore it, and leapt from the balustrade. Kage glided to the ground, a quarter mile away, with such elegancy that would make a dancer jealous. His feet touch cold earth without even a whisper, and Kage disappears into the shadows without a sound; his nickname really suited him.
As the first droplets of rain make their soft pound on the earth below; far, far away, in West Rukongai district 79, Kusagishi, the Ryoka arrive to play.