A Bleached Space-Time Continuum
A little bit au, 'cause Isshin can apparently see Shinigami in this story. Also, not too sure when I'll post the next chapter. Don't hold your breath, I have no clue when, so it'd be pointless. Reviews would be great, if you could tell me the pros and cons of my writing, I'd be grateful! Thanks in advance, guys/gals/etc.
Disclaimer: I would love to have made Bleach, but I didn't. Kubo Tite did, though. *claps* If I owned it, it would be dull with very depressing characters.
A man that looked to be between his early to mid-twenties with bright orange hair, Ichigo, sat on the edge of the only bit remaing of the Soul Society. After the incident with Juha Bach, Aizen had turned against them after Captain Commander Kyoraku decided they should use their last resort. Aizen was freed in order to kill Juha, ultimately completing the job with Ichigo, who was adamant about not wanting to work with his enemy. Aizen had started an all out war just days later.
Two years before his physical body died in a crash on Earth, Ichigo stood at the forefront of the war that had torn the three worlds to shreds. Earth and Hueco Mundo were almost obliterated, only leaving a quarter of the Soul Society habitable. The war lasted almost seventeen years, a good two years of which was spent with only Ichigo and Aizen left standing. Ichigo killed Aizen, thus leaving him and his zanpaktou completely alone for who knows how long. Ichigo had stopped counting the days when he realized he was the only one left.
He stood from where he perched and started walking through the rubble, kicking a few chunks as he walked.
'Hey', a voice yelled at him in his head.
"Oh yeah, she's here", he noted. "What now, Hogyoku?"
'Stop just flailing your legs, Ichi-Chan! I'm in your pocket, you know?!' He shrugged.
"I know, but you can't feel it. The rock isn't attached to you anymore, remember?" He could just imagine the flustered look she must have had on her face at that moment.
'Yeah, yeah. I remember, but it's not bad to feel sentimental sometimes', she retorted. He rolled his eyes, but mentally agreed with her.
'Hey, Kingy, you know that the deadline's almost up, right', Zangetsu, his hollowified zanpaktou, claimed.
"Really? Huh, I guess I forgot about it."
'Yup! It's almost time, Ichi-Chan! You can go back tomorrow', Hogyoku stated excitedly. Ichigo's dull eyes gained a small spark to them, but it only lasted for a moment.
"This time, we won't need Aizen to defeat him. I'm gonna kill Aizen and Juha myself", he stated, bloodlust and saddness lacing his words. As the sun set over the small horizon, Ichigo found a dark place he could sleep, for the night was still bright with the sun's rays just beneath him. He was tired. No, that's too small of a word for it. Exhausted and run down fit his description a little better.
'Alright, Ichi-Chan. I am gonna make it all up to you. You can start over anew now and you won't ever be alone again. I'm so sorry for my previous master's behavior and actions. I won't let you down, we are gonna defeat old master. Three-', she started counting, a luminous glow growing behind Ichigo's eyelids.
'Two-', she said, their surrounding area turning pitch white.
'One.' And all was dark.