Crazy: Just being quick with this but this is my first bleach fan fic and i've been wanting to put it up for a while but never got around to it. I hope you enjoy it. This story at times contains very little morals. please enjoy and review.
Falling From Grace
Hitsugayu Toushirou, the captain of squad ten of the forces that guarded the soul society, leaned against the back ally fence in total and utter exhaustion. All he remembered of the night as the sun came up was the amazing burning hot spiritual energy the blew past him like some kind of solar flare, it bothered him that none of the others he'd come here with noticed that intense power but then again none of them were here right now, he also remembered the image of a huge dragon covered in blazing hot fire and then there was the strange seal that was now embezzled on his chest, two draconic wings, one on each pictorial.
He felt weak, weaker than he'd felt ever before in his life for some reason which he knew but could not recall in the slightest, he felt weaker than ever even when he'd been forced to kill his friend or die, weaker than when he'd failed to be able to do anything to protect Momo-chan earlier that month, he felt so weak in a way that he couldn't comprehend in the slightest manner. "Hyourinmaru, where are you?" He mumbled hopefully only to have his request for company denied through silence, with this he the divine dragon of ice fell into unconsciousness and from grace.
The unconscious boy's body fell to the side as if to further emphasise how he'd fallen from grace. He didn't have any power left in his body, he was as weak as a human maybe weaker, he didn't really have a purpose anymore but didn't recall why in conscious or unconscious. He was weak now but this little dragon was much the same as the fallen angles of Christianity (Note: I hate religion, not the story's so much but the rest of it and it's corruption I hate. Now if you can't stand that in a story I suggest you stop reading.) The only way he could be free was to fall it was something he was yet to know, he had to fall from grace and power to gain an even greater power. Little did he know in even his wildest uncurious dreams just how big a role he'd play in the coming future. After all the hero never see's the mess he's getting himself into.
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While one lives a detached, distant, emotionally calm and cold life while the other lives one of hot headedness, passion, caring kindness and warmth. They contradicted each other like night and day, light and dark, the sun and the moon, ice and fire. That may have been why fate had it's way with them tossing them together but then again maybe fate wasn't really what did this but it was simply the decision of a long forgotten creature, he'd waited for ever and now his pieces had come together to for the final solution or should he say the revelation of the true nature of existence. Maybe the release of his power would be far too much for the world but he wasn't about to stop trying to do his task just as his twin never gave up in this mission. Now he could hardly wait for that person to find him, this was going to be most interesting.
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A raven haired girl walked down the street, a school bag slung over her shoulder and a soccer ball being tossed between her hands. She wore a pair of average white… okay once white, now brown from mud stains, sneakers, their colour didn't bother the girl, a pair of black running shorts that ended at her knees as she walked, a black t-shirt with an orange, red flame design around the neck, the ends of the sleeves and the hem of the shirt lastly she wore a baseball cap forwards on her head, purely out of habit.
The girl had been going to the soccer field she and her friends always used to practice but it had just started to rain as moments ago, she'd considered turning around to go home but something urged her on. It was early, really early in fact she should still be lazing around in bed, waiting for her sister to wake her up from a deep peaceful sleep by most likely being dragged out of bed, this had given her a firm habit of wearing pyjamas to bed.
This girl Kurosaki Karin wasn't having the best time of her life, her brother had just gotten home a few nights before somewhat saddened by something that Karin guessed was due to the fact that Rukia hadn't come back with him, she knew better than her brother that he had feelings for her, he treated it like a debt but Karin knew that Ichigo had built a strong friendship with the girl and even had some less friend-like desires. Shacking the impure thoughts from her head she let her mind wonder, wonder to other unpleasant ideas, the thought of entering junior high at the start of the next week and the constant risk her 'Ichi-nii' placed himself in by performing his acts of public service as a shiningami. She wished with total and utter empathy that she could help him but there was no way that she could, she was just a useless, stupid, little girl. 'Stop it!' she mentally growled herself for degrading herself.
She found herself walking distracted down the path she'd followed so many times in the past towards the soccer field. She walked absentmindedly through the streets not wanting to think at all because she knew her brain would just wonder to the subjects that bothered her like the subject of her brother. 'Ichi-nii please don't get hurt.' she didn't know why this thought struck her but it was perhaps one of the only things that could make her cry, the thought of losing her Ichi-nii, it was never just Ichi-nii to her but always her Ichi-nii. He was the only person she would open up to, the only person she could… She tripped over a body that lay in her path.
She barely managed to catch herself from the fall, the soccer ball lay on the other side of the ally as she picked herself up slowly wincing slightly at the grazes that the raw gravely concert had made. It honestly amazed her that there was gravel like this ally considering what the streets around this were like, as she double took at the ground she realized that it was in fact not gravel but ice, this seemed so out of place that she almost literally tingle with excitement, she smelt it well before she saw it, that horrid, putrid smell, the smell of the monsters she become accustomed to, for the first time she was alone and faced with this dangerous situation. It rounded the corner boldly but all the same stupidly, the soccer ball struck it's mask with the great force granted to it by the spirit power induced kick of Karin but it by no means harmed the hollow permanently. It was only after she'd kicked the ball that she looked to see what she'd tripped over.
On the ground beside the wooden fence lay a boy who looked to be around the same age as her. He had spiky blue-white hair and wore a pair of black dress pants, riddled with rips and holes, he also wore a red shirt which bore many similar rips and holes and black tie that seemed to be darker in patches the tie was lose and the shirt had it's two top buttons undone but she instantly knew what the red and the dark patches where. The air was cold around them and she didn't really mind in the slightest, in fact it was pleasant. She looked down at him in a mixture of concern and interest. The boy looked like he had been chased out of hell moments ago, if only she knew who he was.
The boy really didn't help with the monster situation, not being able to move quickly would mean that she'd either have to leave him and run thus condemning him to death, try carry or drag him with her as there was no chance of him waking in his condition another deathly situation only this time both of them or she could stand and fight this would risk her life as well as his but at least they both had a chance. The monster having recovered started it's brutish charge towards her, she acted without thinking, running forwards and sliding under the large bent over humanoid monster and pushing her slight but powerful frame up with her hands into a two footed kick into the creatures groin which of course lacked any… parts. The force of the kick flipped the monster onto it's mask covered face. Her eyes scanned the alleyway and her gratefulness to the monsters slowness really was there but the bloody thing was way too thick headed for her to defeat with her body alone.
A shard of the monsters mask caught her attention, it had obviously been knocked away from the rest of the mask by the her soccer ball. It was about as long as her arm and suited the idea that had just formed in her head, many people thought she was rather thick but truthfully she was just spontaneous and like on the soccer field she could think on her feet, it wasn't really all that complicated, waste the monsters head and it died. She picked it up the shard of the mask ignoring the sharp edge that she didn't actually realize were cutting her flesh. She charged just as it begun to turn still somewhat disorientated, she leapt onto it's mask grabbing onto the edge which she once again didn't notice was sharp. She tore the mask away as she pulled to stab the monster in the back of the head, the mask shard in her hand much to her shock erupted from the human face of this monster.
The monster burst into pure energy which floated up into the sky but the mask and the shard she'd plunged through the back of it's head still lay there. She moved to look at them just as a burning pain ripped up her arms and she for the first time noticed the cuts along her palms and in the case of her right hand the fingers as well. Blood covered her hands completely, ignoring the two parts of the mask much due to the panic of the injuries she'd obtained. She heaved the boy up and managed to half drag, half carry him towards the clinic. It was tiring and the pain in her hands made it feel even worse. After about half an hour she was back home or at east on the front door step, if she'd been alone and didn't have cuts like these on her palms she would have gotten back in five minutes. She nearly collapsed from exhaustion but maintained her position and consciousness by pure will power. She slammed her fist against the door a few times hopefully getting the attention of someone in the house.
She hoped the her Ichi-nii was still home and no out fighting some monster, he knew a lot more about treating patients than Yuzu and it seemed like their father Kurosaki Isshin wasn't in the house earlier like he never was on this day of the year. As she heard the foot steps approaching the door she let herself fall to the ground. She was tired, her hands no her whole arms ached from the cuts on her hand, not that she knew why and the boy who she had half dragged, half carried here was by no means light. The door opened to reveal her Ichi-nii.
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The sight that greeted Ichigo as he opened the door to his house was one of those things he never wanted to see, on the ground knelt his little sister, hands drenched in blood, large cuts along her palms, she had no strength to move or even speak but she still tried while indicating with her head towards the boy that lay beside her. Without a thought he picked her up bridle style and turned to go inside but she managed to speak two coherent words. "help him."
Her words both angered and brought a smile to Ichigo's lips. He was angry that his little sister wasn't concerned about her own life that was in serious danger, if the boy had survived his wounds so far Ichigo just hoped he survive a little bit longer. The cuts upon Karin's hands had turned green from infection while she hadn't noticed Ichigo had. He rushed into the clinic and placed her most gently on the examination table, why the clinic had an examination table like this one he didn't know, I was kit out to perform much more than examination, it could easily be used as a surgery table. Ignoring this he moved over to the medicine cabinet and begun his search for a disinfectant, it didn't take long form him to find what he was looking for, a small squeeze bottle with a purple liquid inside. He'd honestly rather not use this shit but it was all he had at the moment. He continued searching but this time for a clean piece of cloth, he managed to find a towel after a few seconds. He ran back into the house tying to remember everything his father had ever taught him about cleaning injuries. 'Clean the wound first. Use very hot water on a piece of cloth, I think. Make sure you remove all foreign objects. Apply disinfectant to the wound, that shit's a bit poisonous but it's better than having an infection so horrible that it results in having to remove a whole hand.' Isshin had shown Ichigo cases that had occurred in third world countries where wounds were so badly infected the limb had to be removed. 'I can't remember much else other than maggots and we don't happen to use those around here.' he quickly filled the jug and put it on to boil.
He rushed back outside to find the boy who'd been with Karin when she arrived. He was right where Ichigo left him, out cold on the door step to his house. He looked at the boy for only a moment before he recognised the boy as Hitsugayu Toushirou. He'd only meet the young shiningami a few times and had learnt that he hated being called short, he hated Aizen as much if not more than Ichigo, he was really cold and he was a very good shiningami. Strangely Ichigo felt next to no spiritual pressure from the captain and that was really strange even for him but Ichigo did notice something strange, the concert where the boy lay was frosted over. Ichigo knelt down to examine the boy better, he had a number of bruises and scrapes but not one single life threatening injury. Ichigo picked the boy up and moved him inside to protect him from the elements, he placed him on the sofa and swiftly walked into the kitchen where the water had just finished boiling. He fished out a large bowl and poured the burning liquid into it.
He entered the examination room moments later with the bowl of boiling water in hand. He placed it down beside her and dipped the towel in it before twisting it to remove most of the water. He followed up by wiping the cuts along her palm with the wet towel, he knew instantly that it wouldn't be perfect as there was so much more to it than he could remember but this was the best that he could do. He thoroughly cleaned the wound until he was sure he couldn't do anything else, taking the disinfectant, which he really didn't want to use but didn't really have a choice in the matter, he poured some out into the open wound, he really didn't know much about disinfecting wounds but it was much better than nothing, He could see her barely holding back a scream as he poured the clear purple liquid into her cuts.
He moved to the cupboards again this time to retrieve gauze bandages and begun wrapping them around her hands, the cuts on the figures were going to be harder to bandage but he could at least stop the bleeding for now, his father could handle this much better. "damn it! Why aren't you here when Karin needs you." He sat down beside Karin and just hoped that she'd be okay. Only moments after he sat down did he notice the cupboard that his father had told him to never open unless it was an emergency, it contained the drugs that he couldn't just dole out to anyone, including the morphine.
Kurosaki Ichigo was tough and at times people called him heartless but there was one thing he couldn't take, one thing he had a soft spot for, one thing he actually loved, his little sisters, he honestly didn't know what he'd have done if one of them were to be hurt or be killed. This was the first time he'd seen Karin this badly hurt and been given no choice but to do something himself, was that why his father always taught him that stuff about medicine. He knew he shouldn't but there was no way he could sit around and let Karin suffer. He stood up and walked over to the cupboard and picked the lock on it. A pair of syringe lay in the cupboard that was otherwise empty, one was labelled 'Morphine' in English so it took him a few seconds to recognise the word thanks to his father familiarising him with English written names for many medicines and the other was labelled as Animus Redintegro, Latin he was sure of it but being Latin it could mean a hell of a lot of things.
Temptation was something Ichigo knew but mad, stupid, crazy and cruel temptation had never gripped at his heart but now it felt so different, every fibre of his body was resisting but for some reason unknown to him he couldn't stop himself, he took both needles and effortlessly injected them into Karin in secession, the unannounced injections caused her to gasp in shock. Ichigo dropped to the ground shacking like a mad man, he couldn't believe what he'd just done, he'd just injected his little sister with a possibly harmful pain reliever when he knew that he could have easily found something weaker but less addictive and he'd also injected an unknown substance into her. With one thought he burst into silent tears. 'Karin, I'm so sorry, what have I done.'
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Kurosaki Isshin walked through the front door of his house to be greeted by an interesting sight, blood, small pools of blood leading towards the clinic. He'd seen this before when Ichigo had come back from fights with hollows and Ichigo had cleaned it up before anyone should have noticed but something seemed off about this to Isshin. The spiritual energy within the blood didn't belong to Ichigo but rather his daughter, Karin. He dropped the keys he'd used to open the door moments ago and rushed into the clinic where Karin lay in the examination table and Ichigo was sitting beside it, muttering to himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, please help her, dad please help her."
Isshin looked from both his son to his daughter, her hands were bandaged thoroughly and she seemed to be at peace, it was when he saw the two Syringe that lay on the ground beside Ichigo that he knew what had happened and there was nothing he could do. He was totally and utterly helpless to save her from what he knew was coming, the rest was up to her. He had to have a talk with Ichigo now that he'd used that on Karin but he wasn't going to be too cruel. He kicked his son under the chin. "Get a bloody grip Ichigo."
Ichigo looked up at his father before speaking in shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, I couldn't control myself."
Isshin sighed sadly. "Ichigo did you use both of the injections?" The orange haired boy nodded. "Both on her?" asked Isshin, Ichigo nodded.
"Damn it" swore the older Kurosaki trying to think of a solution to the problem that had just come up. Truth was he knew that everything from this point on depended on Karin. "son you know how you see ghosts, I've wanted to be able to do the same thing ever since your mother told me about it, so I devised a medicine that'd awaken dormant spiritual awareness. I succeeded in making the medicine but it was flawed. It was highly poisonous to the mind and could kill you if your weak minded. Karin has generally a low chance of surviving but I know she's strong. She'll survive but remember this isn't your fault Ichigo, I made the medicine, I didn't destroy it when I should have, I'm the one at Fault."
Ichigo looked at him a desperate pain in his eyes. "I don't care just make sure Karin is okay. There is no point blaming yourself when you should be fixing your mistakes." Only moments later the scream of Ichigo's other sister came from the lounge and Ichigo remembered that he'd left the child captain on the couch.
Crazy:Hope you liked it please Read & Review. Thank you.