Best Friend Dragon
Summary: Once, 2 thousand years ago, an egg, a whole foot long, cracked. And out of the cracks came a crying new born baby girl. The loud cries reached the ears of a middle aged farmer. And that, my friends, is where our story begins.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Two Thousand Years Ago
By The Mouth of a Cave
In the shadow of a dark cave mouth, a large red and golden egg started shaking as it cracked. It lay upright against the cave wall until it fell and rolled slightly into the sunlight. As it fell, it completely cracked open letting out a new born baby girl.
But this child was in no way normal. From her back was a pair of small red, bat like wings. Her hair was an odd bloody red, as well as her eyes. She was the typical size of a new born, but she had blood red markings under her eyes that were lined with tears as she cried (*1).
A passing farmer in his middle ages heard the child's cries and looked into the cave. He saw the baby and picked her up. Now, this man has seen a lot of things in his life, so he didn't react like any other person would when he saw the pair of wings on her back. The tenderness in the man's touch calmed the girl down as she gazed up at the man. The aged man started to gently rock the babe back and forth, humming a soft tune. Within minutes, the child fell asleep in the man's arms. He started walking back to his little hut where two five year old boys were waiting for him with dinner ready.
An Hour Later
"I'm home!" the man yelled as he reached the front porch. As he started taking of his worn sandals, a hyper brown haired boy leapt out from behind the door to welcome his foster father home. Close behind him was a sickly white haired boy, also wanting to greet his foster father back from the village.
"Yamamoto toe-san! Welcome home!" the brown haired boy said quickly, jumping in circles around the man.
"Welcome back, toe-san," the sick boy said sitting down next to Yamamoto. The boy realized that his toe-san was holding his arm and asked if he was alright. He couldn't see through the thin cloth of the tattered old kimono where the baby girl hid. So Yamamoto showed the boys the infant when the brown haired boy calmed down enough to speak so he wouldn't wake up the sleeping child. He explained where he found her and that he was adopting her and he told them not to be frightened when he showed them her back.
The white haired boy eyed the child, and asked, "What are you going to name her?"
Yamamoto was silent for a while as he thought it over. Then he hatched an idea. "Tatsuki." At the boys' confused looks, he explained. "Tatsuki, Tatsuki means dragon. Her wings remind me of a dragon."
At that moment, Tatsuki decided to wake up from her nap. She looked at the two new faces and reached up to touch them. Then her stomach growled in hunger. She let out a little whine.
"How about you go in and eat? I'm going to get some milk for Tatsuki, okay?" the white haired boy suggested.
Yamamoto nodded. "Good idea, Jyuushiro, just be quick. It's nearly dark. Come along, Shunsui. "
Jyuushiro nodded, and got the milk from the barn.
During the years, Tatsuki grew up learning to hide her wings. She became quite talented at hiding herself as well as other things. For fifteen years Tatsuki lived with Yamamoto, Shunsui and Jyuushiro. The five year old boys were now twenty year old farmers, the middle aged man was now old and wrinkly and unfit to work in the fields or go to the village to sell the extra foods. He was old enough to be a grandfather, but neither of his adoptive sons would leave him, and Tatsuki claimed that if she was going to get married, the man must move in with them because she had to take care of him and Jyuushiro who was sill unwell.
Then one night, out of nowhere, a fire started to burn the fields, the barn and the small hut. That night, Tatsuki, her toe-san, Shunsui and Jyuushiro died.
Yamamoto, Shunsui and Jyuushiro woke up in Soul Society the next morning without any of their memories except for their names.
Tatsuki never got to Soul Society; she stayed on earth for two thousand years always being reborn in a mother's womb as a child, without her wings and with the normal black hair and eyes, unlike the day Yamamoto first found her. Fate was with them should they ever cross paths again in the near or distant future.
WAWAWA333: My first fanfic that I might actually finish. Don't count on it though. Any ways, to those who were reading Best Friend Death Goddess I am sorry, but I have deleted the story because I did not know how to finish it off at the end, also, I'm too lazy to rewrite Bleach. And the (*#) thing I did, it is if I want you to note something and didn't want to write it in the actual story. So here it is.
(*1): Looks like Ikkaku's eye make-up except it goes down instead of up.