Spiritual Bond 00
Prologue
The air was dripping with the blood of silence; the atmosphere was thick, and full of it. Mushroom-like smoke traveled up to the height of the darkened heavens, and the rest of the smoke began spreading out evenly. The steady but deadly glow of the cursed object illuminated the blackness as the skies began speaking in the language of thunder and watching the events below unfold with the eyes of lightning.
In the midst of the choking smoke, there was a spike of hair with a color so glaring that it was hard to miss it. The sharp angular face was agonized and twisted, brows furrowed with utter seriousness and teeth biting the lower lip to hold back the words of colorful vulgarities that were ready to burst out at any moment. The black blade of death stuck through the chest of the enemy at hand, puffs of mist escaping his lips rapidly and the crimson fluid staining the ice below.
Kurosaki Ichigo growled.
"Bloody jackass, go to hell." With a twist, the blade wrenched the rogue shinigami's organs; the red river trickled down his limbs, forming a pool around his feet. The substitute narrowed his eyes to slits; darkened blade of the moon sucking the blood and spitting it to the earth, and yet, not a single stain remained. He turned, gluing the vacant brown orbs to the growing pool of blood which gave a sickening squelch from behind him. "You deserve it."
…And so do I.
