The Legal Stuff:
The following story is set within the Bleach universe. Bleach is the ownership of all outstanding companies and Tite Kubo. I do not possess any form of ownership over the Bleach franchise. I do not make any monetary gain off of Bleach in anyway.
A Brief Note:
Accepting character applications, want to see your character just send me a message. Feedback and reviews loved. Though this is labeled as Chapter 1, it is more of a prologue so that I start my project. If only there was a prologue option, oh well.
Chapter 1 -
The gigantic rock faces of the barren desert scape, Hueco Mundo. Standing amongst the large stone structures was a single being, beyond seven foot tall. A swish of his white gloved hand and a square of blackness appeared before him. Stretching more and more until the dimension was successfully torn in twain, the human world appeared. Slowly a leg raised, stepping through the black nothingness towards the street before him. The soft padder of soles against the concrete, the sudden whisping wind of the vanishing portal. Crimson eyes scampered across the streets beyond him. The soft flickering of a street lamp suddenly came into view, a second being standing beneath. Merely half the height of the original man, this one was clearly female. Her body was clad in a white robe with mixed black thrown in at small points. A hole was in place in the middle of her sternum, just barely hidden behind the low cut jacket. Suddenly, she spoke.
"Dragomir, it is a surprise to see you here. Did you suddenly decide that the human world was fit for your interaction?" She stepped closer, brushing her hand softly along the underside of his chin. His hand promptly reached for her wrist, pulling it sternly away from his face.
"Someone has to come and drag you back to Hueco Mundo. I don't care much for the fact you always run off without permission, keep doing it I may be forced to remove those legs of yours". Said Dragomir, his voice growing cold.
The female promptly sighed, turning herself around and approaching the flashing street light. "Oh come on Drago-kun, if we are stuck up in Los Noches then we'll never get to have any fun". She turned once more, noticing that the look on his face hadn't changed. A look set in stone. With another sigh, she frowned. "Fine, you always ruin my fun. But I bet--" Her head ripped around, staring desperately at the distance. The appearence of a Hell Butterfly signaled an end to their conversation. Immediately the black stretching portal Gargantua appeared once more, sucking the female through into nothingness. Two soft clops sounded on the street, from the darkness the gleam of a Zanpaku-to could be noticed. Another male's voice this time.
"An Arrancar.. there were no reports of Arrancar being here--" The sudden crackle, a gasp for breath. Blood trickled down the black haori worn by the God of Death. The male Arrancar stepped within the spotlight of yet another street lamp. His crimson red hair swaying softly in the wind. The spiked clasp of a Hollow mask circling his right eye, stretching over his right ear with an abrupt finish, a broken horn on the back of his head. Opening his eyes once more, the Shinigami was dropped onto the ground below. A gloved hand reaching up to brush his hair back, passing over a crooked blood stained one over his left eye. The first Espada. A swift kick to the Shinigami's ribs before Dragomir turned about. "That's because you weren't supposed to know that we were here". The swishing wind of Gargantua signaled the opening of the dimension ripping portal. Another step and the Espada was gone. The only trace of his existence there was the bleeding Shinigami dead on the street. He'd gotten what he'd earned. It was very rude to interupt someone's conversation.
Chapter 1 - End