Holy crap… my first Bleach fanfic. LOL, not really. Its not my first one. I'm just really BORREEEDDD. But, if I get enough reviews, then maybe I'll continue it. It has been in my teeny Latino brain for however long. IT ENDS NOT THAT WELL, KIDS. HIDE QUICKLY. BEFORE MY OTHER OC TAOS EATS JOO.

So… IchigoxOC. Dang it, that OC is lucky. . Then again… that OC is based off of MEE, so… I STILL HATE YOU, OC.

Warnings: None for now. *hurrhurr*

Okayyy…. I'm borreeedddd…. PROLOGUE TIEMMM.

P.S. – The usual prologue was from the end of Episode 11… in WR.

Prologue

He walked along the ice, his claws scraping it ever so roughly, his bad leg dragging over the scratchmarks, leaving a trail of blood behind instead.

He was battle-scarred, tired, and sad. In his mouth he held a mere flower, colored like the moon. It was flopping uselessly.

The snow was falling. It was light and slow, dripping from the dark grey clouds above. The air was thin and cold… just like his heart at the moment.

He stumbled and fell, but didn't try to regain his paws. His yellow eyes bore sadly into the flower, and a drop of the blood from the wound on his head almost fell onto it. He whimpered, then spoke few words.

"…There's no such place… as Paradise."

"Even if you search to the ends of the earth… there's nothing there…"

"…no matter how far you walk, it's always the same road… and it just goes on…" The snow fell more, and it felt heavier on his face.

"…but in spite of that… why… am I so driven to find it…?" His breathing became troubled and he gasped quietly, the cold air not helping his freezing lungs.

The pain throbbed throughout his body, and his whiskers were covered in ice and snow, and his breath came out if white clouds of mist, each becoming smaller with every breath.

Then he closed his eyes.

He could feel himself drifting across the air, and the scent of lunar flowers surrounded him.

"…I hear a voice calling to me… it says… 'Search…for Paradise…'"

He became still, and within a few moments, the snow blended into his white fur, making his lifeless carcass freeze over. The ice became thin, and the body slipped through, his stray fur drifting through separate currents. The once blood red moon turned back to its beautiful blue. The seeds of the last flower had opened, and bloomed all about, forming some sort of arc over the once frozen lake.

Then it started to rain.

WHEW! It's over.

I felt like crying at this part, at the dead end of Wolf's Rain. I love the anime SOOOO MUCH…

*sigh* If they make a new season (which I doubt but believe in) then I will move to Japan and celebrate however I could. But, even if they don't make a new season (or sequel series) I still wanna move to Japan.

NEXT CHAPTER. CLICK ZE LINK. :D *already wrote the first chapter :P*