x Just to let you all know, this opening is in Ichigo's POV, so sorry if it seems a tad confusing! x
Opening:
For every man there is a cause which he would proudly die for,
Defend the right to have a place to which he can belong to,
And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation,
And shed his blood to stem the flood of an Impending Invasion.
I never thought it would come to this. All this time I thought he was my enemy, when all along he was my friend. No. More than my friend. He was my Soul it's self. If I allowed his death to take place, I would be losing a part of myself. No matter how much I've wanted him gone, I've never wanted him to go like this. It seems like time it's self has slowed down. I'm down on one knee, blood everywhere, body aching and begging for this fight to end, watching as Byakuya Kuchiki's mighty Senbonzakura, Kisuke Urahara's Nimble Benihime and Zaraki Kenpachi's vicious unnamed Zanpakuto all flash in a haze of movement toward a single, White figure, barley able to see let alone dodge the three attackers. It was now or never. Let him die a death fit for a lowly Hollow, or save him like the Human he so longs to become...
Then when it seemed like there was no hope left at all, a familiar blackness surrounded my sight, and then I was stood on the windows of the sideward buildings in my inner world. I looked around, but couldn't see Old Man Zangetsu anywhere. I looked also for my Hollow counterpart, laying eyes on him sat on the edge of a building, back towards me, his sword on the floor next to him. I walked over towards him, expecting the usual attitude, but when I came face to face with him, he just looked up at me, a small sad looking smile on his ivory face. I was taken aback by his seemingly calm status, relaxed appearance and soft expression. I sat down next to him, not taking my eyes from his face. It wasn't until that moment I noticed just how identical we were. There were so many things I wanted to ask him at that moment. That calm, peaceful moment that I had never experienced with him. I turned to look out over the scene. It was so quiet and serene. I thought to myself that I must have been brought here when the Hollow had been struck to his death, and with him dieing, I would join him as we were connected. I turned back to look at him, and was shocked to the core to see one solitary tear running down his white face. I lost all ability of speech, and just a feeling of pity and guilt washed over me. This poor creature had been shunned by so many, myself included, just because of what he was. He didn't ask to be what he was, and his way of life portrayed a creature with no feeling or thoughts other than to win, destroy and kill. I had never taken the time to get to know him, talk with him or connect with him. He always told me that our powers combined would be tremendous in any and all circumstances, but I feared his powers as I knew how destructive they were. I based my opinion of him on that fear, and so tucked him away and hated him. It was myself that I felt hatred for then. I put my hand on his shoulder, and felt it shaking slightly. I wanted to comfort him, but had no way of knowing how to. He then turned to me, his yellow golden eyes piercing into my core. He didn't say anything, but I understood his look. He was scared, and so was I.
It was then that I thought back to the first time he appeared to me in spirit form, outside of this world, and said he needed to talk to me. God only know I wished I had let him speak now, for it could have saved him. Saved me. Saved us...
To Be Continued...