Original Story by: Tite Kubo
I DO NOT OWN BLEACH
After his exploits in the Soul Society, Kurosaki Ichigo comes home.
Ichigo walked into his small room at midnight exhausted. He lies down on his comfortable bed and shut his eyes. His fatigue came from the fight with Byakuya in the Soul Society when it came down to that final blow to determine the outcome. With a yawn, he scratched his head and felt a small piece of clay fall out of his bright orange hair. He made a note of it but didn't think much of the bone white piece of clay. He once again shut his eyes and fell into a world of Black.
When Ichigo opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange yet familiar world. Bright blue sky with large clouds racing above his head, Skyscrapers like the one he was standing on lined up laying horizontal. Glass windows reflected the sky and Ichigo, who was wearing the black robes of a Shinigami's uniform with his zanpakuto sheathed in bandages on his back. He knew this place that was his inner mind where he discovered his zanpakuto Zangetsu and received his shinigami powers to save Rukia.
"Congrats kid, on attaining Bankai," said a shadowy voice that came from behind Ichigo. The voice came from a man who looked exactly like Ichigo except his entire body was ghost white including his hair; the only part that wasn't white were his eyes.
The white were black and the pupil was golden. These eyes stared straight into Ichigo's brown eyes.
"I gotta say that will make a fine addition to the power I'm going to have when I take over your soul." He said finishing with a sinister laugh that had a shrill that made the hair on the back of Ichigo's neck stand up. He knew exactly who this man was and was ready to fight him since what happened in the Soul Society against Byakuya. Ichigo looked at his hollow version of himself intently and stepped forward with his zanpakuto drawn.
"Take over my soul huh," he said, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword.
"Well you're going to have to take it."
The hollow laughed again with the same shrill and stuck his hand out to the side as a white version of Ichigo's zanpakuto crashed through the window below, hilt up, into the hollow's hand.
Ichigo's Zanpakuto felt heavier than usually, so heavy that he could barely hold it. Damn, the fight with Byakuya. He was still fatigued from that fight which would probably be why the hollow chose to attack now. One attack, one attack had to count.
Ichigo raised the giant blade as high as he could. Smiling, the hollow did the same.
"Getsuga Tenshou!" The both cried in unison as an arc of blue condensed spiritual energy shot from Ichigo's zanpakuto and an arc or red from the hollows. Quickly the red sliced through the blue and inflicted its wound on Ichigo across the chest. Dropping his zanpakuto, Ichigo fell to the glass ground on his hands and knees. He couldn't move his body just like before in the soul society; he reached his limit. The hollow came, picked up the Ichigo's zanpakuto with his off-hand, and looked at it with great greed in his expression.
"Don't you dare touch Zangetsu!" Ichigo was able to say before the hollow's white sandal connected with his face.
"Why not," he asked holding the blade at its wielder's throat "I'm the one that deserves it not some punk kid who thinks too much of himself!"
On that note, the hollow raised the blade above his head to deliver the finishing blow. The blade stopped mid-swing as a hand grabbed the blade and stopped it. Looking up, Ichigo saw the man who was his zanpakuto, old man Zangetsu, griping the blade and snatching it from the hollows white hands. Angry the hollow screamed "Getsuga Tenshou!" and unleashed another arc of red towards them.
The last thing Ichigo remembers before blacking out was Zangetsu grabbing him by the collar and throwing him off the side of the building. Falling back to darkness.
His eyes opened to find himself in the intersection of two streets surrounded by towering buildings. Above were the horizontal buildings blocking out most of the sky. It was silent and empty. The wound; Ichigo looked at the spot to where his wound was supposed to be to see that the only remains of it was the blood soiled on his robes.
Old man Zangetsu leaned against one of the buildings holding the giant blade that was Ichigo's zanpakuto.
"You and I need to talk." He said quietly to Ichigo stabbing the blade into the ground.
Keep posted for chapter 2.