So, this actually started out as a Hichiichi, so just bear with it! R&R
I'm not good at this author note thing.
Monsters in the Clouds
Chapter 1: Eyes of the Snake, Solitude & Despair
My eyes are not yet accustomed to this
Sight, nor light…
"-Igo!" That…voice…it broke apart the crystal-like sheet of silence that covered the surface of the eternal darkness. Light filled the newly made cracks, dragging the orange haired teen away from the depths of oblivion.
"Ichigo, please you idiot, wake the hell up!" R-rukia…? The eternal darkness was soon eternal no more, quickly changing from a desolate black to a blinding white. A wave of nausea hit him like a crashing wave as his broken body was kicked once more.
And I hear the whistle cry,
Long and hard the shriek fills my ears…
"ICHIGO!" The ear-piercing, heart-stopping scream shot Ichigo awake. Sitting up too quickly, shadows threatened to reclaim his blinded vision, and blood forced its way from his lungs, sending him into a mad coughing fit.
That leak red and feel like nothing.
Tensa Zangetsu lay snapped in half by his side, utterly useless in the grey muddy soil. His eyes had adjusted enough to see that bright light was, in fact, not all that bright. The sun cowered behind the stormy clouds that leaked small, frozen flakes. The barren trees gave off a spine-chilling vibe, as if standing alone in that cemetery was not eerie enough on its own. A light fog hid the forest around him, leaving the small clearing floor misty.
The hook on my neck closes.
It took him only a second to remember everything. Why was Tensa broken on the ground? The answer took the form of a tall brunet towering over him. Blood soaked his white kimono, but Ichigo knew that it wasn't true to its wearer.
Instead of loosening, and my eyes…
The orange head bravely and shakily stood, picking up the pieces of his sword, one in each hand. The hilt-less blade dug into his cracked hand, but the pain amounted to nothing in comparison to his head and the spiritual pressure trying to force the breath from him. He had to bear it…there was no other way.
Flash with the stories of my childhood,
The ones that never ended well.
Grimmjow held a horribly bruised Chad down with a single foot, the blue haired Espada resting his arm and head upon that same knee, grinning madly at Ichigo with predator like eyes that made Ichigo shiver. Ulquilorra held both Rukia and Orihime in his pale grasp, both females crying while their captor stared blankly at him. A pink haired man held Uyruu at sword point in his lap, and sat on a passed out Renji. Ichigo had never seen Uyruu so close to tears before.
That is when the confusion started.
The teen growled lowly in his throat, ignoring the Esapada's leader in front of him. Instead he charged towards his friends captors, both pieces of his sword glowing black and red in his trembling hands.
I just need a spell to end this fear I have.
And yet,
Aizen suddenly appeared in front of the substitute Shinigami, catching both hands in one and letting him lean across his arm. Honey brown eyes widened, his friends froze and their voices hushed to nothing.
"Ichigo Kurosaki…"
My eyes…
A rough scream echoed in the dead air. Chad flinched yet refused to look away. Orihime's screams as well as Rukia's were muffled by pale hands, and Uyruu kept trying to look away, but Szayelaporro threatened otherwise.
They still burn…
Asilver sword, dripping with crimson and a glowing blue liquid, peaked out from under Ichigo in his chest. But yet the hilt still lay flat against his back.
Aizen's zanpacto had run the teen completely through in the center of his chest. But it was not the sword that had been able to make Kurosaki scream. Oh no, it was the liquid that ate through anything it touched, much like a cut spirit chain.
The orange head's eyes were scrunched closed, his body going limp in his enemy's arm. Snow clung to his body, eliciting another shiver from him. His mind was blank with the roaring pain, and all he could possibly do was stare at Tensa lying once more in the mud as it was coated in its master's blood. He coughed heavily, blood spilling from his mouth.
Snickers erupted from the Espada as the brunet abruptly dropped the teen, leaving him lying face down in the mud. The taller placed a foot on the smaller back and pressed down; drawing out his sword like one would form his sheath. Ichigo only groaned, crying out softly, his body starting to hyperventilate as blood once more tried to stop his breathing. And in a flash his opponent was gone, leaving his friends quickly scurrying to reach his limp body.
With the sight
Of such a disappointing ending.
"Goodbye."
Damn that monster…A monster whom soars so high so that I cannot touch him.