Bleach: Court of Eternity
Chapter 1: The Worst Luck
"Tell me anything special about you. Anything at all that sets you apart from your classmates, basically." A rather high pitched and jolly sounding voice rose out through the dusty air in a Japanese High School Classroom. Kanazawa High, to be precise, where many delinquents and failing students roamed. The man who had just assigned this, a small pudgy teacher by the name of Nunari-sensei, smiled brightly and looked around the wide classroom.
Nunari-sensei was an interesting teacher. He was easy to make fun of because of his 'larger than life' appearance and his high voice. Commonly called Pilsbury Doughboy by anyone in his English class that knew the American reference. Everyone in his classes took any and every opportunity that came their way to make fun of or sneakily play a prank on the poor man, yet he just kept on teaching as though he never noticed, usually because he never caught the culprits. And sure enough, all of the students in Nunari-sensei's class held straws and wet paper beneath their desks, their eyes all locked onto the pudgy man's neck (which was the only bit of skin showing on him while he was turned around considering he wore a black suit and white gloves) as he re-copied the assignment from his planning book onto the blackboard.
Well, almost all of the students. One boy of around 15 years of age was not so eager to prank his teacher, and held no items to do so with anyway. 'Damn, I can't think of anything that 'sets me apart' from everyone else here."' Hitonari Jirai, the only boy not thinking of pranking his teacher, mentally remarked, looking out the window.
Hitonari, commonly called Hito by his kinder teachers and acquaintances, had red hair and rather pretty green eyes. Though his hair wasn't long or even in a girlish fashion he was regarded as a sissy because of it being red. His eye color didn't help much either. But aside from that, Hito wasn't unusual in any way he could think of.
'Maybe I should just forget about trying to get into a University, I never really felt all that smart anyway."' Hito thought to himself, remembering that, even though he was only a freshman and only seven weeks into the school year, he was still flunking every one of his classes. 'I guess I'm just not cut out to be a scholar."' The boy thought with a sigh. SPLACK.
"AIEEEE!" Hito felt something whiz by his right ear and leave a bit of moisture on his cheek, then heard an odd sound like Jell-O falling and touching the ground, and finally Nunari-sensei, who had just done the screeching. The boy looked up in question and Nunari-sensei turned around at the same time, taking the white spitball from his neck and glaring at the class in disgust. Everyone of the class except, of course, Hito, was now writing obediently and had put away any sign of Spitballing.
'No one seems to have tossed it, oh well; at least it didn't hit me full on."' Hito thought, wiping a bit of spit from his cheek. The red haired boy was about to turn back to his work with genuine obedience, but Nunari-sensei, who had been observing the class for signs of the trouble maker who fired the spit ball, yelled out in anger at him.
"Hitonari Jirai!" The black haired English teacher waddled over to Hito's desk as Hito blinked in surprise. "DID-YOU-THROW-THIS?!" Nunari-sensei asked, his hand squeezing the spit ball, which began to make odd noises as moisture was wrangled out of it. (Disgusting, eh?).
Hito looked at the object and felt like he was about to puke as Nunari-sensei squeezed it without noticing he was. "Um, sir? I don't even have-" Hito began, but Nunari-sensei cut the boy off.
"Don't talk back to me, spitballer!" Nunari-sensei said. Hito cowered down in his seat. "I think this deserves a detention!" he declared in his high pitched voice. Several students, probably the ones who had committed the heinous act, sniggered and stuck their tongues out at Hito. Hito sighed and watched as Nunari-sensei scribbled down the time of his detention on a slip of paper and handed it to Hito.
Hito looked at the sheet of paper and saw that it was an afternoon detention. This meant he'd be stuck walking home, as the bus he usually took didn't swing by again until around seven after its stop at four to the school. "Nunari-sensei, please!" Hito began to ask, but Nunari-sensei's voice rose out loudly drowning his own.
"Now everybody that can control inappropriate urges please continue with your studies, Hito, you may take the desk in the back!" Nunari-sensei declared, he glowered at Hito as the boy took his books from his previous sitting place and walked slowly over to the back desk.
He sighed and looked at the detention note one last time. 'Looks like I do have a talent after all…a talent for the worst luck!"' Hito thought, opening his notebook and miserably writing about how his luck was far worst than anyone else's in the entire world.
The rest of the school day was close to uneventful. Hito was geared up and ready to grit his teeth out during his detention when Nunari-sensei received an urgent call that inconvenienced him to say the least. So when he told Hito the detention would be postponed the red haired boy felt a bit lighter.
'Maybe he won't be so mad by tomorrow."' Hito thought to himself. He knew it was unlikely, but it didn't diminish his hopes to know its low chances.
Hito's walk home was also uneventful by normal standards. He didn't take the bus that day, thinking that it'd be good to get into the fresh air. 'Ah, the day is so nice! I should walk home everyday…I might have to start…."' Hito thought, his head first raising to smell the sweet flowery smell of the last of summer, then looking away and towards the ground as he remembered. "My dad and his stupid girlfriend." He said aloud, kicking a soda can that was lying on the side of the road he walked. He grunted other things about how his dad was never home, and when he was he went on and on about his stupid girlfriend or told him constantly how his mother wouldn't have liked to see his report cards.
"So what? I make bad grades, does that make me stupid?!" Hito asked himself, angry at an invisible person. He stopped kicking the can and looked up from the street to see a shabby, rundown building. His house. His and his father's house. His mother's earthly home.
The place was painted black and happened to be an old World Deli, as in it served delicacies from everywhere around the world. His father, being a real estate agent, fixed up the place and made it kind of homey, there were two bedrooms inside, though one was still being built, a pretty decent living area with a table. The television and radio sat on this side table. The best place though was the kitchen. Beautifully put together with six cabinets for pots, pans, cups, plates, bowls, and pretty much any other kitchen utensil. A special built in fridge (as in built into the floor, underground) that was seven meters squared. There were ten sinks, five with two washing areas to be technical, but they each ran water superbly. The oven was incredible, literally spewing fire. Yes, literally.
Hito had walked into his house, sniffed the air, wondering about that odd smell. He had then placed his backpack boredly on the floor in his room. Once again he sniffed the air. He had then taken off his school blazer, hung it up, sniffed the air in question as he walked from his room, through the living room, and into the kitchen. He looked at the flame spewing, but still shut oven, and nodded as though the smell should have been obvious. Opening the fridge he took out some sandwich meat, went to the cabinet to grab the Soy sauce, opened the fridge and grabbed some pre prepared rice….and dropped the glass bottled Soy Sauce.
"HOLY CRAP!" Hito yelled in shock as he realized the oven was on fire. He opened the large door attached to its front and reached in stupidly, pulling his hand back in pain as he touched burning hot metal. "CRAP! That hurt!" Hito yelled to no one in particular as he turned on two sink sockets, placing his hand under one and a bowl under another. It was then that he noticed his sleeve had come in contact with some of the flames spilling over from the oven doors. "AH!" He yelled and placed his hand in the water on the second sink. Unfortunately, he had turned both sinks on with his left hand, including one to his right, which effectively meant he turned the first one on cold water as that was closest knob to himself, and the closest knob on the second sink (the one to the right) on as well, only the second sink's closest knob happened to be water that was-"HOT!" Hito yelled in pain as his already flame singed hand met painfully with hot water that he had to pull back from as well.
In this moment the flames had sparked up his entire sleeve and finally engulfed the front of his shirt in red and orange flames. Hito managed to take off his shirt and toss it into the cold water sink and place his hand in that sink at the same time. After about three second he grabbed the bowl he'd filled with water and tossed it into the over with a great sizzling sound as the oven fire blinked out.
"HIII-TO, I'M HO-What's that smell?!" a voice rose from the front door. The voice was kind of raspy, but knowing all the same. Hito turned off the stove, breathing incredibly hard, and trudged from the kitchen .
"Dad…What-the-hell-did-you-try-to-COOK?!" Hito yelled at the man, his father, in the doorway. His father frowned and looked up as though trying to remember. Then he snapped his fingers.
"Oh! I thought you might like this interesting Italian recipe I ran across, it's called 'Lasagna'! Did you like it?!" the man asked. He had blond hair that went almost to his neck all around his head. Tall and with a lean, slightly muscular look, he looked nothing like Hito.
Hito began to twitch as though uncontrollable. "I-didn't-get-to-try-it!" He twitched out. His father frowned and set down his briefcase.
"Well, all for the best, but I wish you hadn't reheated it, you know you always burn things in the microwave." His father murmured. Hito face fell.
"Are you by any chance mentally retarded?! I didn't get to try it because it nearly burned down our house!" Hito yelled into his father's face, spit flying crazily and his father sweat dropping. "How many times now have you tried to replicate this places stupid recipes and failed! Come on dad, next time I might not survive!" Hito half pleaded on the last statement, but he seemed to be calmer and his father noticed it by the time he finished.
"Hey, I'm sorry, okay kiddo. I'll tell you what, instead of lasagna, how about we just grab some Kobei Beef." His father asked. Hito's anger faded immediately, his eyes lighting up as this was his favorite treat, though quite expensive. His father continued. "Tomorrow morning…" Hito face fell once again. He stood up to see his father's retreating back. "I've just got way to much work tonight, but there's still plenty of other stuff you can eat!" the man yelled the last part and it echoed slightly in the hallway as he reached the end, opened and closed the door to his room. Hito looked down, a sigh escaping his body before he went back into the kitchen to clean up.
The darkness encompassing the city that night came swift. It was almost as though it was called down to shadow the earth around the city of Kanazawa. As it was blanketing the town it seemed as though something moved through the darkness. With incredible speed the object, which started at a phone pole, bounced down and maneuvered itself through the street via the cars on the side of it. Whenever it impacted on a hood or trunk of a car the car was dented with the force of the object. It was large.
"Damnit, not again!" a voice, scared and uncertain, suddenly broke through the night. It seemed, though no one was there to truly tell, that it wasn't really there as others from earlier had been. Instead it seemed to belong in another world more so than this one. As the heavy object neared breathing was also heard, hard, rough, scared breathing. "What do you WANT from me!" then, the voice was revealed. It was a stocky boy who looked about 14 or 15. His eyes were shaking as he looked at the space in front of him.
"I…." there was a murmuring as the shadowed object moved closer to the boy. The boy, who moved completely out of the shadows and was revealed to have a broken chain on his chest and carrying a baseball bat.
"Doesn't really matter," the boy was suddenly smiling, a bit of the fear had left his voice. "cause this time I'm going to cause YOU pain!" That signaled the charge. The boy raised his bat, yelled and dived in at the shadows. Whether it was because the boy had never truly seen his opponent, because he was abandoning his foolish attempt at defeating his opponent, or because he was just that stupid, the boy charged in and was in striking range when a car, lights ablaze, roared near them and illuminated the beast.
The creature was revealed in all and any of its glory. Its body was tall and slender with long arms and long legs. It held a hole in its chest and its body, save for its right shoulder which seemed to be leaking some black liquid slowly, was bright white. And then there was its head. Its face shielded from the light by a white skeletal mask that only its glowing yellow eyes pierced. "Want…" the creature began to continue.
The boy backed up as the car passed right through him, and, through some insanely lucky coincidence, the long and spread legs of the creature saving it from a crash. After it roared off into the distance and the Hollow was masked in shadows again the boy decided to snap out of his shock. "NO!" he yelled in a voice filled with defiance. Then, like a bug crawling from its superior murderer, turned around and rushed into the darkness ahead.
"To…." The creature behind him sounded slightly worn as it continued its sentence, though it let the boy continue running without movement. Then, after about a minute of the boy dashing away, the creature bent at its knees, opened its mouth (which was lined with crooked yellowing and occasionally white teeth) and leapt straight at the boy running away. As a last stand, perhaps, the boy turned and raised the bat, but was being torn apart by the teeth of the beast before he could bring it down.
After a few moments the boy had dispersed into wisps of white, no longer of this realm at all. Then, the creature that had caused his dispersal revolted, retching and coughing its teeth were stained with black as it seemed to regurgitate the same black liquid on its arm. It kept its head bowed for a moment, as though staring at its regurgitation, then its mouth moved a bit, and he finished his sentence. "….Die." with that, the beast's glowing eyes, the only part distinguishing its form from the dark, seemed to fade into the darkness as well.
The next day was reasonably normal. For Hito, at least. He'd managed to get up and get out to the bus on time. His father had been unable to recall making a promise of Kobei beef that morning or at all for that matter, and knew no where to get it even if he did. However, Hito managed to have a bit of something for breakfast, 'Egg Soup' which was eggs and tomato soup sloppily thrown together. After catching the bus and getting to school he decided to talk to Nunari-sensei and try and reschedule the detention (the sky looked like it would burst with rain and he didn't want to walk home in rain).
"Nunari-sensei?" Hito asked, entering the open door to his teacher's room. 'Wonder if he even gets in this early."' Hito thought aloud, looking around at the oddly decorated room full of posters saying things in English and Japanese.
"Come to shoot another spitball?!" A voice from behind him asked, making him jump about ten feet in the air.
"AH! Nunari-sensei I'm sor-" Hito turned around, his mind going into over apologetic mode before he even registered that it wasn't his teacher but another person standing behind him. The person was a boy of about the same age with blond hair and grey eyes which were amused at the moment, and wearing the same black school uniform.
"MAN! You should have seen the look on your face, Jirai!" the boy was overcome by the giggles as Hito glared with a twitch developing in his right eye.
"What the hell Shiroji!" Hito glared at the boy, who was apparently Shiroji. Shiroji was about four inches taller than Hito (who stood at 5'7").
"Sorry Hito, you're just too easy!" Shiroji said. He then stopped snickering and wiped a tear from his eye before frowning at his classmate. "Hey, why are you here?" he looked suspiciously at the red haired boy but Hito just shrugged.
"Trying to get a date change on my detention, which, I take it you've heard about." He said. Shiroji brushed a hand through his hair with a smile coming back to his lips.
"Oh yeah, I've heard about it." He smirked. Hito rolled his eyes. "Since you're so curious," Shiroji began, looking at Hito with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm here to return Nunari-sensei's pocket book, but, while I'm here…." He leaned in and Hito leaned back.
"What, you want to make out…Cause I'm not-" Hito began, but a smack upside the head silenced his rather humorous statement.
"Don't be such a goofball, I wanted to ask if you're interested in joining the Akais!" Shiroji finished. Hito frowned. This was the fourth or fifth time he'd been asked to join a gang and he had no idea why.
After all, of his physical resume nothing was that impressive. He'd actually flunked a gym class once when he was about 12. But the Akais weren't really a specialized gang; maybe they just needed more people to take bullets.
"Why do you always ask me to join a gang? I prefer to live, thank you!" Hito said. Shiroji's eyes narrowed, but he shrugged and walked toward the blackboard.
"Well, just need new recruits, and I figure you don't do anything but eat and sleep so you have plenty of room in you-" Suddenly his rather hardened face broke into a smile as he looked at something behind Hito. "Hello Nunari-sensei!" he greeted. Hito's eyes went wide and he turned around in time to feel an eraser meet the back of his head.
"Oh come on!" Hito turned around to see Shiroji snickering. "That is the oldest trick in the book, how cou-" Hito began, but was cut off by Shiroji.
"How could YOU fall for it then?!" the taller boy questioned. Hito twitched just as the bell rang signalling the beginning of classes. Hito sighed and adjusted his back pack. "Well, guess I'll be seeing you around Jirai!" Shiroji said, patting Hito once on the back and then retreating out the door. Hito looked at his watch, wondering if he could make it to class if he waited for Nunari-sensei. He decided not to chance it and just talk with Nunari-sensei later in the day. With a last look around the room he adjusted his pack again and left.
The rain started at about 2:00 in the afternoon, Hito had only been in Nunari-sensei's class ten minutes when he saw it dropping down in huge amounts. 'I hate my life."' Hito thought to himself. Nunari-sensei, unfortunately for Hito, had shown up to class long enough to give them their work and then he was called off via Intercom to a conference. 'What kind of school has a conference in the middle of class anyway?!"' he asked himself silently, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to focus on learning another language.
2:40 was when Hito left Nunari-sensei's class, his teacher had failed to reappear and by 3:40 he was grudgingly dragging himself up to his English teacher's classroom to serve detention. When he entered he averted his eyes so he didn't have to look at the storm he would be facing only an hour from now and looked at the board. It was lucky he had as Nunari-sensei was gone once more and his instructions for the detention were on the board. 'This looks pleasant'". Hito's inner monologuing continued as he looked at the assignment to scrape gum from the bottom of desks using the tool in the left drawer of his teacher's desk. 'Better get started'".
With a sigh he removed Nunari-sensei's given tool and walked to the first desk from the left.
The detention itself wasn't so horrible. Hito had actually finished getting gum from under all the desks and was quite surprised by how fast the time seemed to go. After he'd washed and put the tool Nunari-sensei had left back he left the school, but not its grounds.
"Damn, talk about maximum suckage." Hito sighed and looked at the rain. He decided he'd just wait outside the school until about ten minutes before the charter bus came back, then run to the stop and catch it home instead of walking so far. As he walked around beneath the overhang he could see the rain was getting thicker.
'Maybe I should just walk home…"' he began to think to himself. He debated with himself which option would get him more wet again. By the way the rain was looking, he should, but then again….BLAM! Hito jumped as he heard the crackle and bang of lightning. He gulped and looked out under the overhang to look for it. Another strike came a few moments later and by what he could tell between counting and his view, it was no more than five or six miles off. He didn't want to walk anywhere with lightning near him, and by the time he could start walking to the bus stop it was sure to be near him. 'I have to go all the way home…"' Hito thought to himself. He looked up at the sky, his face now wet from hanging out beneath the overhang and sighed.
Placing his backpack over his head and taking a deep breath, he dashed out from underneath the school's overhang and began to run in the direction of his house. The lightning took another flash. Only this time, it was close enough to illuminate the area around Hito a bit, and, if he had been looking behind him, Hito may have seen the eerily decorated and colored mask of a creature that couldn't possibly exist…
"He's there." A voice spoke through the rain. It was soft, yet strong and defiant.
"Glad you could find him, unfortunately, it seems he's locked onto a live one." Another voice replied. This voice was gentle and yet even stronger than the first. It seemed to be older than the first as well.
"Poor guy, but there's no way even we could get there fast enough to…" the first voice spoke again, then, seeming to think it was pointless, quieted itself.
"We can't save him, but we can negate the pain that would follow him into the afterlife." The second voice replied again. The owner of the first voice seemed to ponder this statement. Then, the streetlights came on and it was revealed to anyone who could see that they stood on the abandoned street the boy with the bat perished to the beast on. The owner of the first voice was still partially shadowed, as was the second voice's owner, though one could see they both had on black robes with ornate designs.
"Then what are we waiting for?!" the first voice asked. The street lamp that illuminated them broke, and one could get the feeling that they no longer remained on the darkened street.
Hito stopped only a while after leaving the school. For some reason it felt as though the air was too thick, he could hardly move with the pressure of…the storm maybe? He didn't know, all he knew was that it was hard to do anything for this incredibly odd pressure. He was on the side of the road he had to take to get home, but the road itself was vacant. 'Damn, what's with this storm, it's like I can't breath through it, like it's closing around me….like I'm…about to die!"' Hito thought.
The red haired boy struggled and managed to take two deep breaths. "I-I got to turn back!" he said to no one. He turned around and was about to start running again, when he felt a sudden pain in his chest. No, more than pain: agony. Utter and total agony as though his very Soul was being ripped from his body.
It seemed to last an eternity, but, when he finally managed to breathe…It was even harder! Hito coughed and reached up to grab his throat, but something metallic feeling stopped him. A chain. A smooth and shiny silvery which came from…Him? "What the-AGH!" Hito began to question his situation, but his body-if it was his body- was thrown several feet away by something he didn't see. He looked over to see what it was that threw him and blinked in amazement as his brain painted the picture. It was impossible, a shadow? Hito frowned and managed to stand up. He struggled to breathe but not as much as before.
"What's…going on?" He asked no one in particular. He breathed harder now, suddenly feeling that pressure again, and now it seemed as if the Shadow was…moving. "W-who's there?" Hito asked. He got his answer the worst possible way the lightning decided then to return. And when it blasted down from the heavens he saw the horribly crooked smile and mask that seemed to personify death. "No." he looked down at his body in that same instant, his eyes being drawn then to the chain of fate and finally the lightning faded as he put it partially together. "I'm de-AGH!" Hito began to declare his own death but was thrown back from the beast's long arms punching him.
"Die…" the beast murmured. Hito stood up and saw the fist coming again. One thought was running through his mind and that was not to die. Not to listen to this beast.
"Sorry, not in my plans!" Hito retorted, he lunged beneath the swinging hand which seemed as if it held his death sentence and lay on top of his body. He was bleeding. His eyes went wide and he blinked at the mass of flesh and bone (and the occasional organ). "You've killed me?" He looked up at the beast before him again and saw that it was charging. 'I'm already dead, it's already killed me, what's going on, is this my soul?!"' Hito asked himself all these questions as he looked at the beast which would seal his fate. 'No, I can't be dead, I've go to get out of here before I AM though!"' with a renewed will, Hito dived out of the beasts way and let it land on top of his body.
"DIE!" The beast exclaimed, it turned fully around and its eyes glowed. The lightning flashed again and Hito, who had just regained his breath from that simple movement, gulped. The beast was now, instead of white, black with odd green markings glowing on its black skin. It's teeth were a yellow that smelled of death and Hito felt an incredible pain in his left arm as the beast charged. 'No!'" he thought. 'I can't….dad…die….not….yet….dad…."' . "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
Suddenly, blood was everywhere. Hito felt the warmth as it washed over him. He opened his eyes which he'd shut due to the pain, and wondered how his body had been dismantled or dismembered. But it wasn't his blood. His eyes went wide as the full view of the scene hit him. Standing before him was a blue haired, black robed boy. He couldn't see his face but the beast that was crashing towards him was now screaming and the boy didn't seem to be scared.
"Man, talk about weak! This thing shouldn't even be considered a Hollow!" the blue haired boy smirked and held out his right hand, which Hito noticed was holding a long chain of pure black color with a spike at the end.
"Who-" Hito began, but a hand on his shoulder and a voice silenced him.
"Don't worry, you'll be safe now. We're friends. Friends of the fallen souls who-ARGH!" the hand on his shoulder had been connected to a man with blond hair and shimmering green eyes. Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten to introduce himself before a chain had whipped itself around to smack him full in the face.
"Don't go around trying to be liked by ordinary souls, idiot. You're just here to watch me perform on this guy!" the blue haired boy declared. The blond man was rolling around in the dirt yelling about more pain than the hottest side of hell being on his face. Hito sweat dropped as he looked at the blue haired boy, who only twitched in annoyance before pounding the blond with the whip again and again, signalling yells of pain.
"OW! Hattei, that hurts you know!" The blond man yelled. His long hair (which went to the middle of his back) seemed to stand straight up on end as though he were an angry cat.
"Well you should have been watching, Tsugemaru-sama!" the blue haired boy, apparently Hattei, yelled at the blond who seemed to be Tsugemaru. He emphasized the 'sama' suffix as though it were an insult instead of a notation of skill.
Tsugemaru stood up and tears welled in his eyes, making Hito frown. "How am I supposed to watch when you're so mean, whipping me and all!" Tsugemaru asked, putting his lip out in a pout. Hattei growled and squeezed his chain whip.
"You might want to start by JUST LOOKING!" Hattei yelled, he then brought the whip back again, but was stopped by…
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!" Hito yelled. Both of the men looked at him and then each other. Tsugemaru cocked his head to the side and Hattei lowered his whip.
"Oh, well, if you really want to know…" Tsugemaru began. Hattei then frowned and turned around. The creature he'd cut down was moving and struggled to get up. Hito's face was polite as Tsugemaru smiled at him.
"We're agents sent here to kill that thing…" Tsugemaru explained, pointing to the beast. Hattei leapt straight at it as Hito cocked his head to one side.
"And who were you-" he began, but was cut off as the beast roared in pain. He looked up with Tsugemaru to see the creature's mask had been sliced in half, and it's head along with it. With a burst of light the beast began to fade away, and Hattei landed softly with practiced ease.
"We were sent," Tsugemaru began, grabbing Hito's attention again. "By the Court of Eternity." The creature made one last groan, a burst into a brighter light than anyone had seen so far that night.
To be Continued
Next time: Court of Eternity? Sounds like a bad horror movie! I don't know what the heck's going on here but I'm not liking it, what with Marks of Hollows (whatever those are), Judges of Eternity, and Shinigami (Death gods? You've got to be kidding me)! But if what these guys say is true then…I might not be able to see my dad again…But I will, because I know I can awaken this Shikiyou or whatever and earn the right to live again! Next time on Bleach: The Court of Eternity: At Death's Door
A/N: Well, my attempt at a Bleach fanfic. Not many spoilers will happen but eventually I'll get to where the real characters appear and that'll probably be after the Aizen ordeal. Please Read and Review, this chapter is rather long but they won't all be like this.