A/N: Hey guys and gals and welcome to my brand new story based in the Bleach universe. First off there will be character deaths in this story so I'm sorry if your favourite character(s) dies but there's always a reason whatever it may be. Also, it's not based in the current bleach timeline, its sort of a made up one. Anywho enjoy reading the introduction.
Introduction
The wind was blowing quite strongly in one of the most spiritually rich cities of Japan, and residents were being warned to stay inside from what seemed to be the beginning of one of the most powerful storms in a number of years. One man, however, was ignoring the warning and sitting on the roof of one of the taller buildings in the area. He had shoulder length silver hair, which was whipping around in the wind; he wore a white shirt and black tie, ironed black trousers and black combat boots on his feet. The way he sat caused the black overcoat he wore to splay out behind him and his stunning brown eyes looked across the city to the setting sun. Altogether he looked like a normal Japanese business man, except for the fact that he wore a katana on his right hip. It was a normal length katana with a red cord wrapped handle, and a guard that looked like a stubby lightning bolt.
The area around the man was practically silent, the only prominent sound was the whistling and gushing of the wind as it rushed past buildings and travelled down streets. The near silent surrounding was suddenly interrupted by a shrill beeping and the man jumped far enough that he as close to falling of the building. He placed his left hand on his heart as his right snaked into his pocket and withdrew a mobile phone. He looked at the little glowing screen and sighed, before flicking it open and raising it to his ear.
"Bloody hell woman, you know how to scare the crap outta me!" he said, pushing himself off the floor with his spare hand and standing up to his full height. "I'll be back soon, I've got some stuff to take care of here in the real world" he paused while the person on the other end of the phone started talking. "No, really, it won't take long" he interrupted, causing a barrage of swear words and insults to rage down the phone. He even resorted to pulling the phone away from his ear to wait it out. After a minute of two he brought the phone back to his ear. "You finished?" he asked, receiving a swear word as a result "I'll call you back when I'm done here." He flipped the phone shut and slipped it back into his pocket. It started ringing again but he ignored it as he looked down to the street below him.
Some of the cities' residents were braving the weather warning and moving about on the street. Most of them had their heads bent low and pushing forward with more of a power walk then a stroll. The clouds in the sky had begun to leak and the man looked up as the heavens opened with heavy rain. It crashed down and he was soaked in a matter of seconds. "Bloody weather is crazy nowadays!" he muttered as he jumped off the building. He dropped head first and fast enough that he was nearly at the floor in a couple of seconds. He flipped over and despite his speed landed gracefully on the concreted pavement. None of the few people that were out reacted, which wasn't strange, but they probably wouldn't have reacted even if they could see him. He walked up the street at a casual pace, his hair, tie and overcoat all flapping around in the wind. He turned a couple of random corners and eventually ended up in some sort of wide grassy area, with a small park in the middle. No-one was playing in this weather so the man was all by himself. He pushed the cuff of his coat and shirt back and looked at his watch.
"Right about…" he frowned and tapped the watch face "Now!" as he said it a huge pressure erupted in the area; strong enough that the wind could no longer move his hair or coat. The man simply looked up at the sky, just as a massive rip appeared in the air. A massive bone-like head emerged from the tear but it did not affect the man, in fact he looked ecstatic. "Oh goody!" he said and clapped his hands together "A big one!"
Soul Society's weather was a whole lot better then the real world at that time; it was sunny, had a blue sky and a few white clouds scattered about. Many of the lower ranking Shinigami were lounging about outside soaking up as much of the good weather as they could; not that Soul Society got bad weather, this was just better then normal. However a certain Vice-Captain was stuck in her office doing paperwork; her Captain was once again bedridden and she had happily picked up the work he still had left to do. She was beginning to regret her decision as she didn't realise how much paperwork Captains had actually had to do in the Gotei 13. She had now been staring at the same report on slacking members for the best part of and hour. She was relieved when she heard a knock on her door, and then embarrassed that she was relieved so was slightly red as a member of her division entered the room.
The Shinigami entered the room and bowed, before standing up straight again "Vice-Captain Kuchiki, Captain Kuchiki would like you to meet him at your family's Senkaimon." Rukia frowned slightly but nodded her head all the same; the Shinigami bowed again and exited the room. What could my brother want with me? She thought as she stood up and slipped her Zanpakuto into her belt. She wandered out of the room and through the building that was the offices of the 13th division of the Gotei 13. She got outside and looked up into the sunny sky. What an unusually nice day it is. She thought as she moved out of the courtyard and starting making her way towards the Kuchiki mansion. As she walked, she remembered how her brother had changed in recent years. She had found out that the reason she had never received a seated position was because he was making sure she didn't; a promise to her dead sister who was his wife before she died. However, for some reason he has yet to disclose to her, he had let her progress like a normal Shinigami and in no time at all she was a Vice-Captain.
While she had been thinking she arrived at the Kuchiki mansion sooner then she thought she would. As she approached the large gates that stopped commoners entering the household, the two guards came to attention and bowed before the gates swung open. Rukia raised her hand in response and entered the grounds. She turned right, and trekked around the edge of the building before she arrived at the garden that housed the Kuchiki family's personal Senkaimon. Byakuya Kuchiki stood before it, his Captain's Haori moving slightly in the breeze.
"Onee-san?" Rukia asks with a quizzical look on her face. Byakuya looks across at her with annoyance on his face.
"I have told you, have I not, that you are to refer to me as Captain Kuchiki, Vice-Captain Kuchiki." His voice still as cold as ice.
"I'm sorry Captain Kuchiki" Rukia said with a bow "What is it that you require of me."
"A hollow presence, too much for any normal Shinigami, has appeared at your old posting; Karakura town. A Vice-Captain was suggested to go, and your name came up because the main Senkaimon is faulty at the moment, and you are authorised to use this one." He said, still looking at her with his usual look. The Senkaimon behind him opened up as Rukia nodded.
"I will take care of it, Captain Kuchiki." Rukia said before bowing again and then heading into the white light, a hell butterfly at her shoulder, which would take her to Karakura town and an impending fight.
The hollow had fully emerged from the crack in the sky and the man was rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a fight. The hollow was huge, taller then all the buildings around it and as long as two trains, it only just fit into the grassy area. It had 12 short muscled legs and a long body to hold them, all along the length of the body there was 24 long necks with snake like heads on the end. They all looked the same except for the central one which had a hardened bone-like mask covering it. The man rolled his shoulders and cracked his fingers.
"Since I'm a nice guy, I'll introduce myself before tearing you to pieces." He shouted, trying to hear himself over the roaring of the massive hollow. "The names Masuki…" before he finished he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He glanced down and pulled the phone out, looking at the illuminated screen. It told him, the woman was trying to call him again.
As he focused on the phone, the hollow moved forward and lifted a massive leg, crashing it down on top of Masuki. It never reached the floor however, as Masuki had raised his left hand and stopped the attack dead. He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up at the monsters foot; a large white circle. "Now, that wasn't very nice was it?" he said before gripping the foot and viciously twisting. His arm only turned about 120o but the force caused the hollows leg to twist 3 times completely around, before being torn off. The hollow screamed as his leg tore off and blood spurted from the wound like the rain that fell around it. Masuki used the severed limb to block the majority of the blood before throwing the useless thing away.
He then jumped away to avoid the continuing torrent of red, he jumped across and used the creatures other leg to propel himself into the air. As he reached, one of the heads, it roared and moved swiftly to swallow Masuki whole. Masuki simply smiled and swung his right fist forward, crashing his fist into the side of the large figure. It hardly moved, so Masuki moved forward and grabbed between the teeth of the top jaw and flipped over the top, dragging the head back. He put his feet on top of the head and pulled back, ripping the jaw off completely. He tossed the jaw aside and moved upwards to avoid the new spray of blood.
"Alrighty then, I think I've released enough reiatsu to finish this off." Masuki shot forward, weaving to avoid strikes from the other 22 generic heads and headed towards the masked one. As well as the mask, it was slightly bigger then the other heads and had large jagged teeth. It charged forward when it realised that Masuki was trying to do. Its mouth opened wide at Masuki went straight inside, the large mouth closing behind him and plunging him into total darkness.
As Masuki disappeared into the hollow, a classic Japanese paper door appeared in the sky directly above the hollow. The circular door opened and a black clad Shinigami stepped out into the air. Vice-Captain Kuchiki stepped out just to witness the massive hollow swallow someone whole. As she drew her Zanpakuto she noticed that the beast was already missing one head and a leg as well, she wondered if the Shinigami that was based here was better the Gotei 13 thought. She grabbed hold of her sword two handed and dropped down to the height of the central head, and shot forward. However, before she could strike the head off it exploded in a shower of bone and blood. Rukia recoiled away and used her arm to stop the stuff getting in her eyes. She looked, with surprise, at the man before him, just as he turned to face her.
"Well, well, well who do we have here?" Masuki said, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side. "Judging by that black hakama you are wearing you must be one of the Shinigami, am I correct miss?"
Rukia was wary and still held her Zanpakuto at guard across her body. Who is this guy, he's not in a hakama and he just tore a hollow of this size into pieces. He also has a sword on his belt, is it a Zanpakuto?
"No reply, that's very rude of you." Masuki said, a small grin creeping onto his face. "Also, that armband…" ha pointed at the Vice-Captain's armband Rukia wore on her left arm "…means you're a Vice-Captain right? And the snowflake like symbol on your arm means you're a part of the 13th division? 3 out of 3 so far?"
"Yes…" Rukia replied apprehensively "Are you a Shinigami?" she asked, still on guard.
"Don't insult me." A sudden cold edge appeared in Masuki's voice "Anyway, enough questions!" he sped forward and, taking Rukia completely by surprise, rammed a fist into her stomach. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, before she was thrown backwards by the force of blow. Masuki cracked his fingers again, and launched forward for another attack. Rukia managed to deflect the second blow with the side of her sword, but Masuki rotated and crashed his fist into the side of her head.
"C'mon Vice-Captain! You must be better then this." Masuki cried as he followed her flying through the air. Rukia turned in mid air and extended her left arm.
"Hado 31, Shakkaho*!" A ball of red energy appeared and fired off towards Masuki. Masuki grinned and batted the sphere away barehanded. When the smoke cleared, Rukia was stood in the air, her Zanpakuto raised with the point in the air. "Dance, Sode No Shirayuki" her Zanpakuto glowed a bright white and she rotated it 180o anti-clockwise. By the time it had fully rotated, the hilt had grown longer and a long ribbon was attached to it, the hand guard turned into a hollow snowflake like shape and the entire sword was a bright white.
"It really is a beautiful blade, Vice-Captain Rukia Kuchiki." Rukia's eyes widened in surprise.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, her Shikai ready across her body.
"Whoops, looks like I let something slip." He disappeared and before Rukia could react he had a firm grip of the blade of her Zanpakuto. "Guess I'll have to finish this now then." He dropped his hand down and gripped her arm, lifting it up so that she was dangling from his grip. His right hand moved down and he placed it on the hilt of his own sword. "Goodbye, Vice-Captain of the 13th division." He flash of silver and a spurt of blood and Rukia's legs fell away from her, her Zanpakuto returned to its sealed state and the life drained from her eyes. Masuki let go and watched as the top half fell to the ground. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, flicked it open and dialled a number. A woman picked up "Sorry, I might have gone slightly overboard."
*Shot Of Red Fire
A/N: There we go then guys and gals, the introduction to my brand new bleach story that actually has a story!! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, which was a lot! Feel free to read & review.
