It was a one-shot plot bunny but was getting too long. So it's completely written but I've split it up to several chapters. Reviews are nice. It's an AU but it will make more sense, the further into the story you go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Bleach. Although if I did, I would have a live sized pushie of my favorite captain. 10 guesses who.
Chapter One: The Curse
"Do you realize now? Maybe next time you'll remember this moment and realize how pitiful and naïve you are to think that you could ever hope to defeat me." The towering figure robed in darkness and shadows loomed over the small boy with dark gravity-defying hair, blood pooling beneath him from the massive wound in his side.
The figure in black bent down to examine the boy. His breaths were short and rattling, unable to fully extend his lungs due to damage he had received in the fight. But his teal eyes were blazing with anger, glaring at the darkened face with such fury that anyone with a weaker constitution would have cowered in fear. The man smiled.
"You have fire in you still, boy, even at the very brink of death. I applaud your bravery." He reached a bony hand down and grabbed a fistful of the boy's yukata, ignoring the whimpers of pain, and effortlessly pulled the boy up so that he head was level with the man's. His feet were dangling a good two meters from the ground.
The pain was so intense that he couldn't even attempt to struggle, every breath, every twitch sending bolts of pain throughout his whole body. His vision was blurry and slowly darkening around the edges.
"I was simply going to kill you, squash you like the bug you are. Honestly, your attack was like a fly bumping against my skin. It wasn't even comical."
The man tilted his head to the side, examining the rapidly paling boy in his grasp, oblivious to the blood dripping down the small body, adding to the large pool.
"You know, I think I won't kill you. For someone so young to have attacked me head on, there must be something more to you. Maybe in a few hundred years or so you might register as more than a bug. Probably not." It was clear to anyone watching (not that anyone was) that this man was talking more to himself than to the boy.
"Yeah. I won't kill you. But humans don't live long enough for you to ever hope to amount to anything. Especially with that wound." The man looked at the wound.
He reached up his other hand and jabbed it inside the wound up to his wrist. The boy's eyes widened and a choking sound came out of his lips before his eyes rolled back in his head and the last bit of tension left his body.
The man slowly withdrew his now blood-soaked hand, revealing the ethereal green glow around it. The wound had stopped bleeding, as the man watched, the skin reformed, knitting back together till there was nothing left except slightly pink skin surrounded by bloodstained skin.
"Yes, I'll have to do something about that age thing. Even if you are incredibly lucky, you won't live to be a hundred. Humans have such short life-spans. How they get anything accomplished is simply beyond me."
The man placed his bloody palm on the newly formed skin of the unconscious boy. His dark eyes glittered and his hand glowed again, this time a white-blue glow. This lasted for a few seconds then died away. The man dropped his hand, and underneath the blood handprint he had left, there was now a black mark that resembled a twisting dragon with giant wings. Its mouth was open in a silent roar.
"Live on. I want to see what happens to you. Maybe you can answer my question." He dropped the boy, not bothering to even lower him a little before letting go. The boy fell in an ungraceful heap, his limp muscles preventing him from breaking anything in the fall.
And without a second glance, the man walked away, blending in with the shadows until he disappeared.
Stay tuned. I'll update every now and then. There are five chapters. Already written so I'm actually not lying this time. Shocker, I know.