How it all began
1.
Two thousand years ago, she ruled the lands.
Ayame Yagami.
As descent and Head of the Yagami clan she was beyond formidable. She was a ruthless leader, a fierce warrior and most important of all a stunningly beautiful demon.
Her hair was soft like satin. Her skin was pale like snow. Her lips were redder than the brightest wine. And her eyes were a deep, deep shade of black.
She was also beautiful even in battle, covered in blood and scars, as she fought for her dominance in the clan, Kurosaki noted.
She walked with a steadiness of purpose as she raised her scythe high above her head, and brought it down on the neck of the slave kneeled before her, the price for his disloyalty. His head rolled down the marble floor like dice.
Koga looked alarmed before he snarled his teeth and crouched slightly, ready to attack. As she approached him, he panicked. In a moment of fear and desperation, he pounced on top of her, barring his teeth and scratching her pale skin with his needle like nails, scarring her. She screamed in pain. Her scythe fell off her hand. She was unarmed.
She pushed him off and scrambled to her feet, gathering herself, preparing for her next move, calculating the next attack. Her cat like eyes gleamed in the darkness. They narrowed in fury as they locked on to their prey.
She bent down and picked up her scythe, swirling it around her, never removing her eyes off Koga. The wind swirled in equal harmony. She looked eerily God-like.
She walked towards him, taking careful, painfully heavy and slow steps. Koga felt death stalk him in the shadows. She slashed him with the scythe but he dodged skillfully. She tried again and he dodged again and ran, broadening the distance between them. But he didn't flee; instead, when he had run far enough, he stopped and turned to face her, his features breaking into a mirthless grin as he ran towards her.
He was in-front of her one moment, baring his teeth, claws unsheathed, read to kill. She raised the scythe. But the next moment, he had vanished and materialized behind her. Ayame smirked knowingly. With the speed of the lightning, she turned around and brought her scythe down mercilessly. Koga's attack failed. Blood ticked down his mouth and nose as his body split into two near the middle. They lay at her feet.
Koga twitched in pain. He was losing consciousness. His vision was blurring. Death was approaching. He felt a soft silky hand slither around his neck and pull him up. It was Ayame. She looked so blindingly beautiful, Koga noted. Her eyes were sparkling with pure malice. She eyed him, one last time, before she snarled and sunk her teeth into his neck. She sucked his blood out. The warm liquid filled her throat and replenished her. The pain seared through Koga's body. His hollow screams echoed throughout the dome of the palace. When she had her fill, she cast his body aside and eyed Kurosaki, her lips plump and red, blood dripping down the round sensual curves of her mouth.
Kurosaki marveled at her strength. She was indeed as formidable as he had anticipated.
She walked towards him, Kurosaki, her commander in general, her body caked with dried blood and battle scars. But head held high in pride, arrogance even.
"Have my slaves clean the blood, and dispose the body. But save the traitors head."
She commanded as she left the room.
2.
Hikaru was dressed in an orange Yukata with pale green bamboo prints spread across it. Her copper hair was gently flowing in the wind.
She heard the sound of horse hoofs approach. Her head jerked around to catch the sight of familiar orange hair lashing in the wind. Amber eyes fell on grey ones softened and smiled peacefully. Genji dismounted his horse and walked towards his beloved.
"Hikaru"
He throated huskily before pulling her into a warm embrace. They stayed in each other's arm a while before breaking apart.
Together they watched the sunset.
Slowly, Genji turned around to face his love. Her russet hair whipped in the wind gracefully. Her long lashes brushed against her soft pink cheeks as she blinked. She turned around and her grey eyes locked onto his. In a moment of peace, in a moment of silence, they shared a kiss.
Unaware, at a healthy distance, Ayame watched them.
3.
Genji was summoned to Ayame's chamber. He wearily wondered why. As he entered her private chamber, he watched the Princess walk out of her bath tub, nude. He noticed her bountiful chest and narrow waist. He admired how amazingly soft her skin appeared to be. As he stared, Ayame remained unfazed.
She walked, with elegance and indifference. As she stood next to him, her body rubbed delicately against his.
"Do you know why I have summoned you here, Genji?" She whispered into his ears, her cherry-red lips brushing against his lobes. Genji remained unperturbed. Her long slender fingers trailed across his shoulders. He couldn't help but notice her womanly curves. She was undisputedly, sinfully seductive, he concluded.
"No," he croaked back.
She turned around and walked away from him her hips swaying gently as she glided across the room.
"I am the Princess of this land. And like every princess, I need a prince."
Genji removed his eyes from her hips and gazed into her long shiny hair.
"I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll be direct. Marry me, be my prince, rule the land by my side."
She simply ordered. She turned around to face him and her endowments jiggled as she did.
"My lady, but" Genji began, meaning to protest. But Ayame sensed his hesitation. She materialized next to him. Her body was dangerously close now. As her tout nipples grazed his solid chest, she put her leg between his and rubbed against him warmly, turning him on. Her hands rested on his chest and she urged him touch her…. Genji pulled her hands away.
He pushed her aside and bowed in apology.
"I am sorry, my lady. But I am promised to another."
Ayame stared at him in disbelief. He dared to reject her. In her fury, she slapped him.
"You will pay for your insolence, Kurosaki Genji" she promised as she threw a robe around her naked body and walked out her chamber.
4.
"Hikaru," Genji shouted her name, as he rushed into Hikaru's hut, pleading to the heavens to spare her life. Ayame was Death itself. She was a fearsome enemy and not someone to take rejection lightly. If she knew Hikaru was the reason Genji rejected her….
Suddenly, he was cold. His skin froze like ice as the warmth drained out of his body.
Ayame was standing in the middle of a pool of blood, her long hair flowing in the wind. The stench of blood filled the hut. She sensed his presence and slowly turned around. At her feet was a limp body, pale and seemingly lifeless. The body was clothed in an orange Yukata with pale green bamboos. Ayame laughed a cold mirthless laughter. Her shrill voice echoed across the mountains. Her black, death-like eyes gleamed in victory. In her left hand she carried a bloody scythe, while in her right hand; she clutched a bunch of russet hair, with its root still clinging to the head of Hikaru Inoue. Her glassy eyes stared back at his terror-struck ones. Blood dripped from her served neck, drip, drip, drip. Each drop pierced Genji in the chest like a dagger.
He screamed. His scream mingled with Ayame's laughs.
But they abruptly stopped when Genji's amber eyes turned topaz.
5.
She dodged, jumping out of the way. Fear reflected in her eyes for the first time.
"Yeehaaw,"
He yelled as he brought down his sword on where Ayame had been standing only a fraction of a second ago. The land where the sword hit the ground caved in forming a crater. Ayame shirked. He jumped out of the gaping hole and moved towards her. He raised his sword Zangetsu and swung it. It clashed against Ayame's Scythe. The force of the collision caused fire sparks to frizzle out.
He was not the Genji Ayame knew. He had pale skin and hair like an albino. His eyes were a golden shade of yellow, like topaz. And he was infinitely more powerful. She could not comprehend what was happening.
"I should thank you witch, for releasing me from the confines of his mind. But I cannot forgive for what you have done to his little Princess, for you see we both loved her dearly."
Ayame laughed.
"She is gone and you cannot bring her back."
The new-comer frowned.
"Soon you will be gone too…"
He spat as he caught the ribbon wound around the hilt of his sword and spun Zangetsu around. The wind began to swirl around him.
"Foolish demon, you cannot kill me. For, I am death"
She yelled back as she let her scythe hit Zangetsu. But the force of the spinning sword sent her scythe flying. She watched in terror as her weapon landed far from her reach. The albino smirked victoriously. He continued to spin Zangetsu around as he brought it down on her. Her scream was cut short as her body was ripped to shards. Blood and gore smeared his pale skin red.
6.
Genji buried Ayame's Scythe at the very top of Mount Fuji.
He carried Hikaru in his arms gently and buried her along with Zangetsu.
He left the village.
No one saw him again. Some say his spirit still guards the entrance of the cave in Mount Fuji where Ayame's Scythe lay buried, so she may never be resurrected. Some say he died heart-broken. While some say, his spirit joined Hikaru in heaven.
Whatever became of his end, we know that this is how the story began.
Present day Japan:
Ichigo Kurosaki sat in his chair, staring out the window, the wind sweeping his orange hair. His amber eyes drooped as sleep annexed him.
"Hikaru" He whispered into her ears. She blushed profusely and turned towards him, eyes downcast in shyness.
"Hikaru" he croaked huskily. His lips caressed hers. They brought their heads together. As their foreheads united, their noses rubbed and lips brushed slightly, oh ever so slightly against each other.
They kissed passionately.
"Kurosaki" she moaned against his lips.
"Kurosaki, KUROSAKI"
She yelled. The voice was somehow different. A soft object smacked his head. Ichigo whipped his head straight and stared into the eyes of Ochi-Sensei.
"Kurosaki, what do you think you are doing, sleeping in class"
He groaned. The dream had been good. He straightened and picked his pencil, flipped through the pages of his tattered note, pretending to read. Ochi-Sensei eyed him gingerly. She straightened her glasses before walking to her desk.
"As I was saying," she began.
"We have a new student in class and her name is Inoue Orihime."
Her russet hair flowed softly in the wind. The breeze lifted her skirt and flayed it around her gently. Her grey eyes sparkled as it caught the sun. Her humming bird wing-like lashes brushed softly against her cheeks as she blinked. Ichigo watched her, flabbergasted.
The girl looked around and her eyes instantly locked on his chocolate brown ones. Her cheeks colored under his intense gaze.
"Hikaru," he whispered to the wind.