A/N: Hey guys, this is my first story and I know it's gonna be a big task to re-write the entire story of BLEACH. If I get any of the information incorrect, please don't hesitate to send me a private message or write it in the comments. Now, about this being a big task, I am going to completely re-write the story of BLEACH, with Ichigo being a Quincy… with a twist. That's all you're gonna get for now. And just so you know, I do get some severe writers block, so if this story goes off air for about 3-6 months, IT IS NOT DEAD. I just don't have the motivation to write or I have writers block. If it goes offline for more than 6 months, I will post an update telling you if it is dead or not. On another note, I am looking for someone to beta my story, so if you are interested, again, send me a PM or write it in the comments. And there is going to be my own character in here, and for everyone who has played Assassin's Creed, you MIGHT recognise some traits of the assassins in my character. Another thing is I love the Quincy, and I am looking at buying a bow for myself. So I think I've written enough, but one last thing, if my chapters are too short, don't hesitate to let me know.
PROLOGUE
"Mum, look, there's a little girl down there at the ri- wait, STOP!" screamed the nine year old Ichigo Kurosaki as he pelted towards the river, mind intent on saving the little girl that was preparing to jump into the racing river.
"Ichigo, STOP!" screamed Masaki Kurosaki as she saw her son sprinting towards what he thought was a young girl preparing to commit suicide by jumping into the racing water of the river. The girl turned to face Ichigo and he slipped, thinking that he had been running to fast on the rain-soaked grass, until he had been hoisted up by his ankle and slashed across the face. Trying to find his mother through tear-filled eyes, he was tossed aside like a rag doll, temporarily being knocked unconscious. Masaki watched on in horror as her little Ichigo was injured and thrown around by one of the most powerful hollows she had ever seen. This particular hollow's name was Grand-Fisher, and he was well practiced in torturing his prey and making them beg for death. He also knew how to destroy someone's soul-chain and soul-sleep, rendering his prey completely defenceless to his attacks. Through the haze of the ever-present rain, Masaki didn't notice that the powerful hollow had moved from his position to the left of her to behind the distraught mother. When she did become aware of something behind her, it was already too late, as she was being dragged towards the river, and a delicious meal for the hollow, who could sense the strange powers within her. The gruesome hollow was eternally grateful for the fact that she was no longer able to use them, as he could tell that they were locked away by a powerful soul.
"M-mum… no… please don't die… mum… MUM!" sobbed a distressed Ichigo, however, ever so slowly, was beginning to feel something dispel the absolute terror he was feeling. It puzzled the young child as they were feelings he had never felt before. They were… strange. Powerful and primal. It was a blend of fury and strength. And no small dose of adrenaline to throw into the mix.
The hollow halted in its attempts to kill Masaki as it felt a confusing change in the boy's emotions. Instead of the sorrow and despair that the boy had been feeling previously, he was simply radiating power. He turned to look and was shocked to see that the boy was fully conscious and had black and blue spiritual energy surrounding him, however even more puzzling was the fact that the boy had his eyes closed. The hollow felt an emotion he had not felt in an extremely long time, fear. Absolute fear for his life. As he began to realise he should retreat, the nine year olds eyes snapped open. The boy's eyes where now surrounded by blue energy flame and were a light blue instead of the chocolate brown they had been previously.
"You were fine to attack me… but attacking my mother is unforgivable, and for this you must die!" Ichigo said with such venom in his voice that is sent cold shivers down his mother's spine. As the young boy said the last word, he formed a solid black bow with three spikes on each limb, with the thickest being closest to the grip, and the smallest being closest to the notch at the ends of the bow. It was slender and about as long as the boy. The bowstring was made of blue energy, the arrows being black energy with a deep sapphire blue edge. He drew back the bowstring until his first three fingers were brushing lightly against his cheek. As he sighted the path his arrow was going to take, he was drawing in power from the reishi fired directly at the hollow mask in one movement. His aim was true and would have ended the fight then and there had Grand-Fisher not been in the middle of throwing Ichigo's mother away from himself. As it was, he severed the right arm of the hollow and showered himself in its blood, making it look like he was out of some horror scene in a scary movie. The hollow screeched in pain as his arm was severed from his body at the shoulder, sending a searing pain into his shoulder and destroying the bones in that part of his arm.
"Ich-Ichigo… what…" Masaki stuttered as she watched her son do something she had always hoped he would accomplish, but despaired the young boy would never achieve. Her son, her little Ichigo, had become a Quincy. Oh, how his father was just going to love this. In the moment that she had seen her son attacked, she had thought she had felt a stirring power deep within her very being. However, it had vanished within an instant, and she was not sure she had even felt it there. But when she had been attacked, it had stirred again, more forcefully than it had previously. Acting upon instinct, the distressed mother raised her left hand and pushed it straight out, as if she was pointing at something. Raising her right hand to meet her left, she drew it back as if she was drawing a huge imaginary bow, managing to form a giant bow made of blue energy, with an arrow the same colour blue being aimed directly at Grand-Fisher's mask, firing and destroying it instantly, showering everything within fifty metres in a deep crimson from the hollow.
"M-mum…"
"You should never have come here hollow. You made a huge mistake, and it is the last one you ever made." Masaki whispered to herself, looking at her son with loving and caring eyes. She picked up her son and his bruised and battered unconscious body back to their home, all the while trying to figure out how to explain to her husband that she had regained her Quincy powers, and that their innocent, nine year old boy had also become a Quincy, entering a whole new world, one filled with danger and sadness, and worrying that their little boy wouldn't be able to handle the pressures of the life he now had to lead.
"BLEACH"
After half an hour of walking, the blood-soaked pair staggered up to the front door of their house, drawing extremely puzzled looks from the people walking along the footpath behind them. After another five minutes of leaning against the wall, Masaki finally made an effort to knock softly on the door, hoping that Isshin was waiting for them at the kitchen table. Almost as soon as she stopped knocking, the door was thrown open, revealing an extremely concerned Isshin Kurosaki.
"Thank god you pair ar-what happened?!" the concerned father/husband asked is bloodied wife, looking between her and the unconscious boy in her arms. Masaki shook her head, hoping against hope that Isshin would understand that he mustn't make a big deal about it outside. Nodding immediately, Isshin carried his wife and boy inside, having already set up two of his clinic stretchers, fearing that the worst had happened. Setting t work straight away, Isshin attempted to clean the wounds inflicted on the duo by the now dead hollow. Having already put his wife to sleep using one of his many medications to dull the pain that he would have to inflict on her. Instead of washing the blood off of his wife with warm water and a cloth, he poured liquid all over his wife, waiting about thirty seconds before he lit a special match and dropped it on her, white flames turning a deep crimson colour within seconds as it continued to absorb the hollow blood covering her and helping to heal the wounds. Doing the same thing to his little boy, Isshin waited for the flames to turn a silver colour, signalling that the wounds were clean and that all the blood was washed away. Setting to work as soon as he doused the flames, he stitched up the slashes on his wife, working the needle quickly and efficiently through the skin, making it so that his wife wouldn't have any scarring on her body. After satisfying himself that Masaki would make a full recovery after she had a few days solid sleep, he set to work on his son. After seeing the damage that had been done to his son, he realized he should have worked on Ichigo first, rather than Masaki who only had shallow cuts.
"Dammit boy! Why did you have to go after the hollow's bait rather than keep walking with your mother?" Isshin asked himself, however, he already knew the answer. He had known the answer to that question ever since the child had been born. It was because both Isshin and Masaki would have done the exact same thing. They would have done everything in their power to release the little girl from the hollow's grasp. But that was if they had still had their powers. If Isshin was still a Shinigami, and Masaki still Quincy. But both of their powers had been sealed away, Isshin due to the fact that he wanted to save Masaki's life, and the Quincy herself had had her powers sealed away because of her being attacked by the powerful hollow White. Isshin worked franticly on his son, trying to avoid scarring his young body and help him have the best chance at surviving the encounter with Grand-Fisher.
"BLEACH"
Three days later, Ichigo awoke in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room and with two unfamiliar faces looking at him from beside his bed. Sitting up, he felt a strange power surging through his veins. It felt raw and primal, filled with power and fury, making the young boy feel as though he was going to burst with power...
Well, that's the end of the prologue. I know I tend to have a bad habit of leaving cliff-hangers, but I can't help myself, I like leaving the next chapter to your imaginations. Another thing is that I don't plan what is going to happen in my chapters, so if you are expecting something to happen, be prepared for it not to happen. I MIGHT make a light plan for the story, but it would only be the slightest of guides. Another thing is that I am not very good at writing 'etchy' scenes, so be prepared for there to be some badly written scenes. However, I am a HUGE fan of Ichigo and Rukia being a couple, I just think Ichigo and Orihime is wrong. Hate me all you like, but it is NEVER going to happen. I hope you enjoy reading my story, catch ya later.