Eventually

Hey, this is my first story after I left quizilla. I used to be xToushiroxHitsugayax and I had a few messages wanting the bleach fics. I will, I just need to get the first chapter in before I forget this dream. Also, considering the Yoruichi lemon, don't ask, I was tired, hungry, and heartbroken. You can't write a decent pornography under those circumstances. I hope you all like this considering it's my first real story, not just some anime fic. I also don't know how the format thing is yet so if it's a jumble of words, let me look it over, and give me some time to fix it, most likely five minutes.

Introduction:

His past is unknown to him but when raised by slum kids, and ONLY slum kids, you learn things. Realizing his dream, he becomes a solo space pirate with only a robot companion. But when an escort mission turns for the worst, he realizes the bigger dream. I suck at summaries, rated M for adult content and violence and set in the future, like Treasure Planet or Titan A.E. kind of thing.

Disclaimer:

I am pulling some of these names out of my head so if I use something possibly already used (names and maybe a few plot scenerios from other Fanfiction, shows, etc.); it belongs to its respective owner.

On another note, the name I am using for the main character, Giruet, is owned by Mayumi Azuma. I will use this name in all of my OC Fanfiction, same looks, attitude (if I decide to use the same attitude/personality/etc.), but the "existence" will be different.

Chapter 1: Beginning of the End

"So son, you gonna ask her yet," Captain Gacis "Lovebaby" Tanos of the Paddy Bird, the first flying ship ever invented, asks me, his son and only remaining family member. He's called Lovebaby because when he was in school, he was clingy to my mother and showered her with gifts and such. The name stuck when he saved Earth, or what's left of it, from an Aros invasion. But when he came home, his mother told him how she died of birth complications. He was able to forgive me... somehow…

"Hold on dad, when the deck is only left with me and her. You know I don't do well with the public." I state, fixing my collar and shifting my tie around. When I was being raised, I was mostly taught chivalry and manners, school did the rest: sex, puberty, violence, and the boring school stuff. But due to my up bringing I was the only sophisticated one and I developed habits only the "rich people" did.

My biggest habit was probably my clothing requirements. I always need a dress shirt, a vest, and of course, a tie. My pants on the other hand were always jeans unless I had to go to something really important. But it really wasn't because I was rich, or it's what my dad wanted. I always wanted to be a bartender but I still can't tell my dad this because he wants me to be the second captain of this ship, which requires admiral garb, not bartender.

I'll tell him eventually but that's not what I'm focused on saying right now. I leave my dad to maneuver the ship as I head up to the deck. Upon arrival, I'm greeted by a sudden hush and dozens of people staring at me. You can hear a few whispers like "It's the Tanos kid," or "He's gonna do it tonight, I heard."

Sighing, I walk to the only thing really important tonight. While walking, I glance at my watch.

11:59 PM

I walk up to her, Clara Enyt, my girlfriend and hopefully, something more. "Hey Clara, I hope this isn't too awkward for you," I say looking around to the many eyes on us. "It's alright, I'm with you."

Those words, not necessarily those, but just the ones she said, anything really, always brought joy to me. I huff and clear my throat and got down on one knee. She doesn't seem to notice since she's checking her phone, making sure she has a ride home once we got to the dock.

I start digging in my pocket. This is probably the most important moment of my life but probably not the only one at that. I find my hand grasping a small, box which contains the very thing I am frantically searching for.

"Howard, what's wrong?" Clara says, putting a hand on my shoulder noticing how I'm not so vertical anymore. I pull out the box and open it, stuttering the next few words, "Clara Enyt, will you marry me?" She looked at me like I was some alien from Aros, a creepy, violent planet found in 40009 BZ, or 200009123 AD, for you who don't know. But that gaze turned into a soft smile.

12:00 AM

"Howard Tanos, if that ring isn't on my finger within the next few moments, I may have to drop kick you." Lovely. As the ring was placed on her finger, she pulls me up into a kiss. My hands rest on her waist as her arms are wrapped around my neck. A few moments of silence and then there was a huge cheer. After we pulled away, we smiled to the crowd.

12:01 AM

A loud bang was heard. Everyone turned to see my father holding a celebration popper and small confetti in the air. "Cale! Open it!" He shouts up to the crow's nest. A few moments pass then the whole deck is showered with more confetti, though I wasn't quite sure how confetti was "held" above us since there was nothing but air, space, and the air generator generating air around us. Force fields were just too cliché, if you ask me.

1 Year Later, Tanos Mansion, 11:59 PM

"Clara, you're going to be ok. Just breathe and push, breathe and push." I say, trying to reassure my wife, currently giving birth. She grasps my hand, squeezing it. The pain I felt was for my wife, not my hand. She always had a poor health condition so I'm worried more. One more squeeze and I here crying. "Howard… pant… pant… I love you."

12:00 AM

"Clara, stay with me, for me… for our son…." I beg, holding our newborn. She smiles then turns her gaze to our muck covered child. "He's strapping… just like his… father," she quickly says, taking in a few more gapes of breath. Her hand falls. She must be tired. I take her hand and put it to our child. "Clara, look, it's our son's skin. Isn't he soft? Clara? Clara?" I started panicking.

Our deliverer, and family doctor, also the one who diagnosed Clara with a weak body but no certain illness or disease, shakes his head. "Mr. Tanos, I'm sorry sir," he whispers to me. In a bout of rage, I run out the house, with this cursed child in hand.

I find myself running towards the streets to the border between Cuttas, the high class, and Borg, the low class, areas, but in this case, especially for this godforsaken being, heaven and hell. The border between cities is quite noticeable, Cuttas is elevated as Borg is not.

12:01 AM

I am now standing at the edge, with this monster crying like a lost child. How did my father ever forgive me? I choke out tears and look at my child one last time. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin but with a hint of difference to Caucasian. Clara was Asian, and so was I, but not this child. He is nowhere near human. By blood and flesh, technically but to me, he was the devil incarnate. No mother should ever die by their child's hand, not one.

I spot a wood chipper to the side, its trash halter faced over the edge. I know what I must do…

Yeah, I know it's horrible but it's my first story. It'll get a lot better I promise you. Please rate and comment, I really need the critique.