Hello! Ok, so this story kinda to things out together. Its how i thought the 4th bleach movie would go and what i think should had happen after the defeat of Aizen. THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS! if you aren't past the point when ichigo kicks aizen's ass or have not seen the 4th movie will get lost with this story. So if aren't at this point don't flame me because I put spoilers in the story. The prolog is a little choppy but it is still pretty good. I promiss the other chapters will be better.
P.S. For the people who are waiting for lust kills darling to be update, i should have chapter 2 up soon. I keep getting writers block on it :p.
To strong a passion… will lead you to Hell…
Prolog: Awakening
Dark black storm clouds hanged low of the Seireitei; bright white flashes of lighting dance between the clouds, casting an eerie white light on the ground below. Cold harsh gushes of wind cut through the trees causing the branches to clash violently with one another and scatter leaves everywhere. The air stilled for a moment; silent's filling the air before there was a roar of thunder from over head and the sky ripped open, allowing the heavens to fall down in cold thick sheets of rain. The captain of the thirteenth court guard squad, Jushiro Ukitake, looked up from his paperwork and out the window of his study.
"Things have been so gloomy here lately," he said to himself softly with a sigh. He looked back down at his paperwork and begin to try and finishes filling it out, but the pounding of the rain on the rook was making it far to hard for him to forces. With a frustrated sigh, he place his blue-gold feather pen back in its ink bottle and gathered up the unfinished paperwork and placing it into a file. He stood and walked over to his bookshelf to place the file back in its right place. He looked back out his window, watching the rain fall to the ground, the cold wind aiding the droplets; the window was beginning to fog over from the cold. Ukitake let of a long, deep breath, unable to push aside the uneasy feeling that had seemed to settle over him ever since the Winter Wars ended. He was about to go and sit back down when the door of his study slid open. Ukitake glanced over his shoulder to captain of squad eight, Shunsui Kyoraku, standing at the opening with a bottle of Saki in his hand.
"You really need to learn to knock Shunsui, remember what happen when you walked into Retsu room with out knocking," Ukitake told his old friend with a small grin on his face. Shunsui tilted his straw hat up and laugh.
"Good thing you aren't some woman up beats a man for just stopping to say hi," he said, still laughing as he entered the study.
"I'm surprise to see, I don't think anyone would want to be out in this weather," Ukitake commented.
"Yes, well my luck hold out for me and the rain didn't start till after I got here," Shunsui said as he sat down at one of the small sofas that were around a cherry wood coffee table. He placed the bottle of Saki on it along with two cups.
"So what brings you here?" Ukitake asked as he sat down on the sofa across from Shunsui. Shunsui didn't answer right away; he filled the cups with Saki first, pushing one over to Ukitake and taking the other for himself.
"I kind of need a brake from Nanao, she's been bugging me about all my paperwork and it was starting to give me a headache," Shunsui said after he drinks about half of his cup. Ukitake laugh at this.
"Maybe if you tried doing it for once instead of making Nanao do it, then she wouldn't yell at you so much. You know how she is with making deadlines," Ukitake said. Shunsui just sighed.
"I don't know how you mange to stay on top of all that paperwork without a lieutenant. Even when I do help Nanao, we still fall behind on it," he said. Ukitake just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"I will admit that it is hard, but I'll have a lieutenant be the end of this month."
"Oh yeah, Rukia's ceremony is coming up," Shunsui said, surprise that he had forgotten.
"Yeah, I think that its good for to finally move up in her seat," Ukitake said, taking his first sip of the Saki; he tried not to cringe at the bitter after taste; honestly, how Kyoraku could drink the is all the time is beyond him.
"Is she nervosas at all?" Kyoraku asked.
"A little, but I know she'll do fine; after the things she face in the wars I think this will be an easy job for her."
At the mention of the wars, Ukitake felt the uneasiness return as he fell silent, his mind wounding back to the long years of fighting and endless bloodshed. Kyoraku glanced up from where he was refilling his cup, having notice his old friends silent.
"Whats the matter?" He asked. Ukitake shook his head; the room remained quit for several minutes before the thirteenth captain spooked.
"Do you think it was wise of Central 46 to let Aizen live?" Ukitake asked softly; he stared down at his reflection in the light red Saki, his troubled eyes watching him. Kyoraku sighed before answering.
"You know me, I'm all for second chances, but the things that man did, all the lives you ruined, I don't think anyone should be allowed to have a life after that, even if that means they're locked up for the rest of their time," Kyoraku answered. The room fell into silents again before Kyoraku broke it.
"I don't understand why they let him live; do they think they can get information out of him?" He was saying this more to himself but Ukitake stilled answered.
"What information to they hope to get, the Winter Was have come to an end," he said bitterly, before sighing.
"If they let him live much longer I fear that something terrible will happen," he finishes.
"And by that you mean…" Kyoraku pressed. There was flash of lighting outside the window.
"The wars have not yet ended Shunsui… and I fear this is only the beginning of the end." A load roar of thunder sounded after the lighting.
Moans of agony filled the air of the white maze that made up the first level of Hell. The sinners, having already lost their sanity, wonder aimlessly. The black chains that dragged from their decaying bodies were rested and cover with blood. Their mouths would gap open, now nothing but a black hole lacking teeth and a tongue, in cries of pain. Some were crawling on the ground of wobbling on their lags, others chose to simply stay unmoving, the chains wrapped around them to heavy for anything else. Shrikes and screams were heard as the sinners were pick of be the Hell's will. They were grabbed in giant hands, their bodies being crushed before lifted up to hug mouths that crush them, spraying blood and bits of bone everywhere.
A small butterfly guided its way through he tall white walls; it was a odd sight, to see something so beautiful and filled with life in death of Hell. The sinners, having felt the sweetness of life that had long been deprived of them, all looked up to see the black and blue insect. They reach their hands, trying to in close the small beauty in their hands, but the butterfly teased them by just flying out of reach of their hands. The insect continued to glide its way through the air, not really looking for any place to land. A hand shot out and grabbed it. The owner of the hand was a young man. His bright red hair clashing with his pale skin and jade green eyes; the eyes were filled with nothing but hate, any sign of a once caring person now gone. He narrowed his eyes at the beautify insect in his clawed hand, the soft brushing of its wings on his hand annoyed him.
He felt something on the ankle and looked down to a sinner moaning up at him. The man winkled his nose in disgust at the pitiful being before shaking his foot lose and kicking the sinner in the head, sending it falling into an abyss. The man looked around and saw one of the Hell's will coming toward him. He glared at it before disappearing.
The man reappeared in one of the sulfur fields in the lower levels of Hell. He walked over the blacken ground, ignoring he burning pain in his feet as he step into yellow puddles of sulfuric acid that ate away at his feet. He came to stop at the edge of a large cavern. The only thing that could be seen in it was darkness and shadows; the young man held his arm out of it.
"Time to wake up Kokuto," he said before releasing the butterfly and letting it fly down into the darkness. The father down the insect went, the more the cavern reeked of death. Chains hanged from the walls; rotting skulls and bones littered the floor. The small beautiful insect came to rest on one of the chains that came from the wall. It was wrapped around something the stood in the middle of the cavern which added an arch to it. The butterfly walked carefully along the chain, getting closer to the tangle of chains that were in the middle. Suddenly the little beauty of life stopped. Its antennas twitched for a moment before it turned and begin to fly a off. A hand closed around it, crushing it. The hand retracted back into the tangle of chains and came up to face. Only the nose and mouth were visible; the eyes were covered by the chains with blood sipping through them. The nose twitch as it sniffed at the hand. After a moment, a grin speared across the mouth, showing sharp blacked and yellowed teeth with some kind of black blood oozing from the gums. A deep soft laughter came out.
"Finally." The voice was horsed and covered with glee.
The man was still standing by the edge of the cavern, staring down into it when he felt the ground begin to shake.
"Bout dame time," he scoffed. He jumped back when the ground be low his feet suddenly gave in. A lunatic laughter filled the air; it was high pitch and sounded more like shirking. The chains that hanged from the walls were pulled out, sending shards of rocks and dust to the ground. The hand that had crushed the butterfly came up and begin to ripped the chains around it away, revealing a man with white hair; the left side of his face burned and grayed. The man laugh as he reach for a sword that was tied to his waist. He pulled it and held it above him; right were he knew the black sky of Hell was.
"Awaken! Jigoku no hakushi!" he screech. A green ray of energy shot from the sword, cutting through the shadows. The man back on the surface was thrown to the ground by the sudden blat of energy that hit him as the green ray shot into the sky, the steam from the sulfur pits circling around it. The man on the ground removed his arm from his eyes and looked up to see a man with white hair standing over him; his mouth was open with a grin and he held his sword across his shoulders.
"Tell me Shuren…what did I miss."