the silenced knight
disclaimer: I do not own bleach (big surprise)
warning: will contain graphic descriptions of gore etc. and possibly yaoi (future chapters).
Chapter 1: the fateful day.
Two pairs of footsteps resonated throughout the rain which poured consistently from the grey sky. The pair of feet which lightly pattered besides the river banks belonged to a young boy, Ichigo Kurosaki.
He was wearing blue sneakers, khaki slacks, and an ochre yellow jacket. However the colours of his clothes wasn't the most distinguishing feature of the boy, that was his vibrant orange hair which shone even in the greyness of the day. A rare smile was spread across his face, it was directed at the woman beside him; Masaki Kurosaki.
She was wearing a white top, half long blue jeans and her beautiful face was framed with wavy hair of a warm, light shade of brown.
Masaki responded to the boy's heart-warming smile with one of her own.
They shared this moment together, soaked wet but in bliss.
Suddenly Ichigo's head jerked away. Ichigo had never been one to be fazed by fleeting things such as butterflies or sparkling objects, which discerned him from other children of his age, and thus Masaki was surprised when Ichigo suddenly broke the moment they were sharing.
Ichigo himself was not sure why he jerked away , what was so alluring about the silver glint that he could see from the side of his eye.
As he stared at the sparkling colour which danced along his retina he suddenly felt himself moving.
He was walking forward.
He was running forward.
Towards the mesmerizing silver.
He released his hand which was previously clutching onto his mother's.
As her ran he was filled with multiple feelings which he could not fully understand; serenity, fear, melancholy.
Then he found himself before the source of the tantalizing silver.
It was a sword, a katana to be exact. Once again he was wondering what had lured him towards the sword.
Sure, as a young boy he was interested in the dangerous object before him, but he couldn't explain the pulling feeling he felt towards it.
It was a bland katana, the only decoration being the tsuba, which was a hexagon. The katana's handle was green.
As he struggled to break his gaze away from the blade he suddenly heard his mother scream.
The sound broke throughout the rain and rang in Ichigo's small ears as he felt fear shake him once again.
As he threw one last glance towards the blade he suddenly heard a whisper carried along by the wind: "砕け"
The blade before him suddenly shattered into a thousand glistening pieces.
He once again heard the piercing screech of his mother, he turned around to see his mother being attacked by a humongous monster. Large lacerations were along her chest as the monster had moved his hand in a blindingly quick movement.
And his mother fell to the ground.
However the fear inside him was not increased but rather replaced by something else: anger and bloodlust. He shot himself towards the monster which was licking its large hands in a sense of victory.
His body felt shockingly light as he moved his hand across the monsters chest in a way similar to the manner in which the abomination before him had killed his mother. To his surprise the monster suddenly fell to the ground as blood sprayed from the huge gashes on its chest.
Unable to move from his current position, he fell to his knees as a wave of scarlet liquid suddenly washed over him.
Then a scream filled the air once again, and again, and again, and again..
His mother's pleading screech was the only thing that filled Ichigo's young ears for what felt like an eternity.
The last image that filled his head before he lost consciousness were his own hands, tipped with black claws, basked in deep crimson blood which contrasted with the whiteness of his skin.
A large muscular man stood before the grave, donned in a black suit, black spiky hair adorned the top of his head whilst his jaws and cheeks were covered in a thin layer of facial hair.
He glanced towards his hand ,in which he was holding a burning cigarette which was threatening to be extinguished by the drizzling rain.
He did not mind.
As he took another puff he reminisced about the inhabitant of the grave before him, once his wife, now an corpse.
She had loved the way he smoked.
It was the first anniversary of her death.
Exactly one year ago he had found her,
Along the river banks,
Lying in a pool of her own blood,
Large lacerations disfigured her once gracious body,
some of her innards were peeking out along the deep crimson linings of the horrifying wounds.
For once Isshin Kurosaki was glad he was not surrounded by his vibrant and pure daughters.
He felt himself standing before the mutilated corpse for a long time when he was pulled out of his misery by a sudden realisation.
His wife had not been walking there alone.
He started looking around frantically, the overwhelming urge to shed his tears looming from the corner of his mind.
He shook it off as he once again took a puff of his cigarette.
It had been one year since Ichigo had disappeared.
As he looked beside him he saw two faces littered with tears, one face was still actively shedding tears beneath the light brown hair whilst the other one was fighting back the urge and attempting to hide her wet eyes behind drenched and black locks of hair.
Life hadn't been easy since that faithful day.
Everyday Isshin eyes had been straying across the house looking for orange hair and his arms had been seeking the familiar warms of his wife's embrace.
However he was always called back to reality when he smelled Yuzu's breakfast and he put on a goofy grin as he moved to wake up his other daughter. They were both young but oh so mature.
He entered the room with his special flying kick as he saw his daughter opening the window, she had learned so much over the last year and he was glad that he didn't have to spend so much money on broken windows anymore.
As he landed on his standard spot he heard his beautiful daughter call him.
'knock it off goat face!' and a smile crept onto his face once again as he picked the last of the garbage from his hair as he limped back inside to eat another delicious serving of breakfast.
He scarfed down the fresh pancakes as he reached out for the orange juice to wash it down, throughout the process he received several glares from Karen for his lack of manners as she gracefully sliced another bit from her breakfast.
He then decided it was the right time to do a goofy backflip in order to land on his knees in front of Masaki's memorial poster and he started yelling.
"OH MASAKI, OUR BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER HAS YOUR GRACE!"
Karin then moved towards him in order to scold him, however she was interrupted by the abrupt ringing of the doorbell.
Isshin made good use of the momentum and evaded Karin's attempt to scold and slipped past her to open the door.
When Isshin opened the door he was utterly shocked.
Note: this is my first story, I was hoping to update weekly but it will probably just be whenever I have the time.
I am open to advice and tips since I'm new to writing and publishing stories on fan fiction.
I am quite confident in my English since I finished an bilingual education course, however it is not my native language so if you notice blatant errors please notify me and I'll change it.
Story note: '砕け' means shatter, I hope, so I guess most people will know what it refers to. I also refered to the hollow that attacked Masaki as a 'monster' instead of using 'hollow' since it is from ichigo's perspective. Also i am aware of the fact that Yuzu and Karin are very mature at this point of the story however the circumstances forced them to grow up quickly (mentally)
