(( Authors note- Ok I know I have another story going but I have been rolling this through my head a lot. I WILL continue on my other story "Infect:: Welcome to the human world." But I wanted to at least get this story started =3 ))
It never stopped raining on that day; all around her Rukia only saw blood. When she had arrived everything was over, but it was really only the start of a gruesome story.
Ichigo was gone, and Renji lay on the ground bleeding and close to death. Orihime was trying to treat Renji's wounds but her eyes were red and she had streams of blood running from her forehead. Rukia walked forward and knelt down next to them.
"What happened Orihime?" Rukia gagged as she spoke unable to comprehend what had happen, Orihime looked up at her, her eyes were full of worries and pain. Rukia shivered, she never expected to see such a look on the ever cheerful Orihime. Despite her best efforts Orihime started to wail, the tears ran down her face never stopping. Rukia put her hands on Orihime's shoulders attempting to comfort her friend.
"Orihime? Orihime? It's alright, nothing more will happen so tell me, what happened?" Orihime choked and hiccupped multiple times, her red eyes started to over flow but she held them back.
"I...Ich...Ichig…Ichigooo~" Orihime started to sob harder, the waterfall of tears continued to fall down her face masked by the endless rain.
"What happened to Ichigo?" Rukia felt more worry building up inside of her, not just for Orihime and Renji, but for Ichigo. Who was absent from sight.
"He...he...he...died…." Orihime fell to the ground no longer supported by Rukia's trembling hands.
"That can't be Orihime…Ichigo promised me he wouldn't, he said he wouldn't die!" Rukia looked at her hands, they were trembling uncontrollably. This couldn't be, whenever Ichigo made a promise he kept it. Why had he died?! Rukia looked up at the dark clouds, feeling something warm against the cold rain she realized she was crying as well. Trying to calm herself she thought back to when Ichigo had made the promise to her.
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Rukia looked at Ichigo as he prepared to go and fight against Aizen's men; she felt despair building up inside of herself. She didn't want Ichigo to leave, she was afraid he would never come back. Looking up at him with her dark blue eyes she felt tears building up in the corners of her eyes, shaking her head she refused to let herself cry. Looking back to Ichigo she noticed he was looking at her, an annoyed and confused look covered his face.
"What?" Rukia choked out the question, she was seconds away from crying and she could barely keep a handle on her voice.
"Why are you getting all teary eyed?" Ichigo asked raising an eye brow at her; Rukia frowned at how calm he was acting.
"Because we all might die, we have lost plenty of comrades already!" Rukia shouted at Ichigo who bluntly rolled his eyes.
"Do you think that is something to shrug off easily?!" Rukia had hold of Ichigo shirt and was threatening to punch him in the face.
"No, no, it's not that," Ichigo chuckled at Rukia grimace as she loosened her grip on his shirt.
"Then what is it?" Rukia asked folding her arms across her chest, her frown still settled on her face.
"I just thought it was amusing that you are thinking I might die." Ichigo chuckled.
"All you victories have gone to your head," Ichigo cringed at her insult but shrugged it off.
"How about this I will make you a promise," the large grin Rukia was so used to spread across his face. Whatever he was planning on saying he meant it.
"What now?" she had made her tone sarcastic on purpose causing Ichigo to shoot her a glare.
"I won't die it you don't get yourself killed," his smile grin turned into more of a smirk, "got it?" Rukia rolled her eyes, she acted like she didn't care but this promise would mean so much more to her later.
"Fine then, but don't go get killed with you big mouth," Rukia giggled at her own remark.
"I got ya, I got ya," Ichigo repeated himself as it trying to remember what he had just promised to her. Getting annoyed with Ichigo's annoying remark Rukia responded by hitting him across the head.
"You have better got!" Ichigo frowned and turned away from her letting her look at his back, smirking over his shoulder he said one sentence before he went out to battle.
"See ya later pipsqueak."
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Rukia rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the upcoming tears, but she could help it the tears overflowed from her face. Unable to control herself Rukia fell to the ground tear falling off her face, disappearing in the rain before they touched the wet ground. Hearing foot steps behind her Rukia looked behind herself, the punishment force was here. And they didn't look all that happy.
"Where is the substitute soul reaper Ichigo Kurosaki?" One of the higher ranked officials said turning to Rukia who seemed to be in the most stable condition out of all of them. Gathering herself together Rukia turned to them, taking several deep breaths she spoke.
"Please report to all captains the enemies have not been defeated, squad six assistant captain Renji Abarai is wounded and in need of medical attention by the forth squad, and also inform them that the substitute soul reaper Ichigo Kurosaki is…dead." Rukia turned away from the punishment force, ignoring their shocked and concerned faces as they left. Anger and sadness burned inside of her eyes, anguish burned at her heart. She didn't care what she would have to do or how long it would take, she was going to get her revenge. Aizen would pay, if it was the very last thing she did.
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Silently a soul walked around the building where he had crashed, he was old, his skin hung from his face in long wrinkles. Hearing something he looked around, a high schooler was looking at him. Or at least he looked around that age, his white hair made it hard to determine. The boy had spiky white hair and yellowish brown eyes, the boy smirked revealing his fang like teeth. On his left cheek under his eye there were to wave like red marks, they might have been tattoos but it didn't look like it.
"Hey there old man…How long you been here?" the boy asked, the man blinked it had been a good five years sense anyone had seen or spoken to him. Only thing he saw that could see him were those monsters with the white masks.
"Umm five years I think I am still waiting to be taken to the other side..." The man looked at the strange boy wondering why he could see the dead.
"Five years, hmm, I wonder if you are still good." The man blinked, was the boy comparing him to food?
"What do you mean?" the boy shot a vicious smirk at the man causing him to step back.
"I mean I don't generally like old food, but I think I will let it slip this time…" The boy's eyes flashed as he started to move forward. Screaming the man started to run away as fast as he could, the boy smiled and followed at his own pace.
"There is no use running..." The old man looked in front of him and there was the boy again leaning against the wall casually. Reaching forward the boy grabbed the man's shoulder and started squeezing it. A cracking noise was heard from the man's shoulder screaming he fell to the ground grabbing at his shoulder with his good arm.
"Bye bye..." raising one of his hands he opened his palm and let lose what seemed like spiritual pressure. The soul compacted forming an orb, the orb floated into the boy's palm. Tossing the orb in his mouth the boy ate it after cringing at the taste. After swallowing he spat and gagged at the taste.
"Bleck! Those old souls really taste bad!!" The boy spit on the ground trying to remove the taste from his mouth. Noticing his stomach growling again he rolled his eyes, no matter how many souls he ate he was always hungry. Maybe he should try eating human food? Nah, no way, human food looks bad smells bad and tastes bad. At least in his opinion.
The boy turned and started to walk away, soul reapers would have sense all that spiritual pressure he had released. Yawning he turned the corner just before soul reapers arrived looking for him, the boy continued to walk for many paces before collapsing. There was a pain in his chest, grabbing his chest with one hand and holding himself with the other he started speaking to himself.
"Shut up, go back to sleep, it is my turn to be king…." He muttered after recovering for a moment he shook his head, during that small time his hair had started to change orange but it was back to white in a matter of seconds.
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Rukia looked out the window of Ichigo's room; she spent most of her spare time here. After Ichigo's death his father had given her Ichigo's room, Rukia was keeping it mostly the same. Except for a few signs it had been used, it had been five months sense Ichigo's death and there was still nothing to lead her to Aizen. He had covered his tracks too well; grinding her teeth together she sighed and closed the window wishing that Ichigo would somehow rise from the dead. But she knew all too well that, that would never happen.
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The white haired boy sensed someone watching him, without a second's notice he had broken out into a run. Not far behind him he heard someone pursuing him, turning a corner someone grabbed his shoulders and threw him through a wall. Damn it there had been a second pursuer.
"Grimmjow you over did it," one voice rang out, the other grunted.
"Who cares, he reminds me too much of that dead berry boy!" The other voice shouted that must be Grimmjow.
"Get over that Grimmjow, Master Aizen-sama wants him alive…" The other voice was calm and almost emotionless, while Grimmjow's was rash and quickly angered.
"Ugh…You know that hurt..." The boy stood up out of the rubble, rocks and boulder falling onto the ground as he did. The two figures were visible now; one had lightning blue hair and eyes with a white bone like jaw on his face. The other one had black hair, emerald green eyes with green tear marks coming from his eyes and a helmet like mask on his head.
"Yeah I sort of figured it would," the blue haired one was Grimmjow apparently, the other one was silent merely observing them.
"Bastard…" the boy hissed.
"Anyway what is your name?" Grimmjow asked, "We were told to take you back with use but we need a name as well." He growled as he spoke, apparently he didn't like this rule.
"My name, heh, I have no name..." The black haired one watched this for a moment then spoke up.
"Name or not you are to come with us..." The boy spat at them.
"Not in a one millionth of a chance." The boy laughed at Grimmjow's furious expression.
"We will use force if necessary..." the other one spoke again, his silted green eyes narrowing with frustration.
"Just try and fight me, I doubt you will make it out alive."
"Like to see you back up those words!" With that Grimmjow charged at the boy, the fight had begun.