Disclaimer: I do not own the Bleach series in any way. All rights go to Tite Kubo.
Author's Note: Hello! This a story I've been working on for a long time. Since I started my first account actually. Unfortunately, my account got hacked and everything got erased. So here I am with a new account! I might continue my first story 100 IchiRuki themes but no promises guys. Since I also lost the documents. Now without further ado, here is my story!
Chapter One: Rumors of Nobility
The Aizen family was well known in their small town. They could rarely walk down the road without being recognized. All the townspeople knew them, and they knew the stories. This town was small and had low living standards. However, rumors about the Aizen family stated that they stemmed from nobility, and were incredibly wealthy. However, not wanted to allure attention, the Aizen family kept it a secret and attempted to blend into the society of commoners. Some tried to befriend the family, while others, driven by greed and hunger, endangered the lives of the family in order to find the wealth they had hidden within their shack of a home. It is because of that reason that Aizen Yoruhoshi, the head of the family and father of all the Aizen children, trained his family to fight and fend of the greedy murderers.
The Aizen family had three children. The eldest son, a rising prodigy in both sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat, Aizen Tsukiko. The middle son, a young champion with long-ranged attacks, Aizen Hoshiko. And the youngest son, a bright individual with high intelligence and very little skill in battle, Aizen Soskue. Soskue was teased by his brothers, and ignored by his parents because of his lack in strength. Around the town, he was known as an easy target for attacks and thievery. Because of this, he was considered a disgrace to his supposedly noble family. However, his superior mind allowed him to outsmart any attackers, including his brothers and his father. Despite this, he was always considered the inferior son.
All the Aizen men had almond hair, and eyes to match. While Soskue held the hair traits, he had olive eyes, something none of his family members possessed. This was the cause of yet more ridicule from his family. As Soskue grew, so did his mind. His brothers were foolish and rash, while he was reasonable and wise beyond his years. Nothing changed. And Soskue grew bitter and revenge seeking. On a crisp Autumn night, Soskue's brothers were once again ridiculing him. They shoved him and taunted him. His father blatantly ignoring the situation and carrying on with his calligraphy.
Tsukiko grabbed the wooden sword Soskue used to train and declared, "You don't deserve to hold a sword." With that he snapped the sword over his knee, splinters flying everywhere. Soskue's disgraceful eyes widened behind his glasses. At that very moment, something inside the youngest son of the Aizen family snapped. He hid his eyes under his shaggy almond hair. The sound of his brothers' laughter and taunts filled his ears. And all he could think was, Never again. Moving to the other end of the one-room house, his eyes locked on the sword leaning in the corner. It belonged to his father and knew nothing but his hand. Wrapping his fingers around the handle, the boy of only fourteen years drew the blade from the scabber. The sound of the steel against its case caused Yoruhoshi to stand and look at his youngest son, while his elder sons stood frozen in fear.
Soskue swung the blade and around, cutting open the top of his father's yukata. As the blood spread across his chest, the head of the Aizen family fell to his knees and stared at his son. Soskue stared back, eyes stone cold and a dark smile plastered onto his face. The blood leaked on the floor around the body of Yoruhoshi fell, dead. Now Tsukiko and Hoshiko moved. hey moved as fast as their feet would carry them to the door. But they weren't fast enough. Soskue beat them to the door and blocked it. The elder boys backed away, wanting to scream but unable to make any noise. A swing of a blade. A splash of blood onto the face of the boy. A scream. Another swing. And the eldest Aizen sons were Dead.
Now to clean up the mess. Soskue walked to a small cabinet and opened the wooden doors. He grabbed a small can of oil and began sprinkling it all over the house. After finishing, he walked into the yard of his home and picked up a two small sticks. Bringing the sticks back inside, he rubbed the sticks together over the trail of oil and ignited them. The fire spred across the trail and Soskue barely made it out before the house burned down.
As he stood there, watching his home burn, his eyes were stone cold. And his lips, were formed into a smile to send shivers down your spine.
Author's Note: That's all for now! I know it was short but I didn't have much time. Reviews will be appreciated. I love constructive !