Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters that are mentioned within this fanfic.
A/N: This is really just an introduction, it won't have a lot to do with the story. I just wanted to see how this worked out.
Silence filled the once crowded streets of the town, the light rain causing the only sound as it dripped endlessly causing soft splashing noises as it collided with the ground. No wind stirred so the pitiful rain fall fell straight, only gaining the momentum that was allowed to it. A different type of patter sounded from a distance causing disturbance within the quiet. The patter was accompanied by a soft almost miss-able chink of a metal connecting with the floor.
Cold seeped into my clothing as a brick wall connected with my back, glancing to the left and right I noticed to late that I had occupied a dead-end. The sounds of the footsteps echoed around me bouncing of the walls that surrounded me. 'Its to late, its to late' murmured through my brain causing my full attention to be drawn to this fact. If I was honest to myself I was expecting this, 'Everyone dies, sooner or later.' though this was not the only reason I expected this.
Last week during the evening, on my walk home from school I noticed a commotion within one of the many ally ways. Concerned I risked a glance. Two men wearing dark clothing hovered over another person, a chilling laugh emitting from them. The man closest to me moved his right arm I noticed the shine of metal and gasped. The men turned to glance at me, the man closest to me smirked at me and took a few steps forward, adrenaline coursed through me and I ran, I ran so fast I couldn't breathe and then somehow I ran faster. The thing that you should know about me is I never forget a face, never.
That night I mentioned in high detail the men I had seen, this lead to their arrest. They were released yesterday as they were trialled and found not-guilty. Thus I believe that these men are after me now.
A dark figure; blocked what little light there was, crouching over me. The person possibly a man is dressed entirely in black, he even wore a large rimmed hat and a long-tailed coat. His head shifted slightly and his face became apparent to mine, I was right, this man was the one whom had held the knife on that night. A smirk crossed his lips as something silver gleamed in the moonlight.
Pain exploded in the centre of my chest, fear gripping me, a scream passed my lips heard only by the falling rain which was now a constant stream. A strange feeling passed over me something light and clean beckoned me, welcoming me with its brightness. Fear filled me again as I shied away from this light. The cold rain welcomed me again, the moon and the man gleamed down at me. His foot twisted and he slowly walked away, turning slightly before the end of the alley to grin towards me once more.
Cold gripped me again, somehow different from before, somehow colder. Glancing down to where the man had stabbed me. Panic tingled within my mind as I noticed a chain attached to my chest. The chain hovered in a non-existent breeze thus revealing to me the severed end. The fear that had hidden itself away at some point made its presence known once again, stronger this time, so much stronger.
Glancing around a heap caught my attention, fear still gripping me I somehow walked forwards not knowing what to expect. 'Something about this heap is familiar, what is it?' I queried to myself. A red liquid like substance surrounded the closest part of the heap, brown short strands trailed from what appeared to be the front of it. An orange bag made up another portion of it with deep blue tubes at the end. In-between the strands and the bag a pinkish colour was apparent. Walking around to view the other side of the thing in front of me. 'What's that?' confusion surged through me. 'Is that a face?' the back of my head began to hurt as I concentrated on the features in front of me. 'Why is it so familiar?' The pain seeping within my head now almost unbearable. "Do I know you?" The thought slipped through my lips alerting me to the almost haunting sound of my voice.
The face nor what I assumed was the body attached to it made any movement, 'I'm not sure what to do. Should I get somebody?' for no reason the pain that had been trying ineffectively to somehow saw my brain in two subsided a bit. Relief washed through me at this fact. Straightening up whilst turning to face the direction the man had travelled in. Nodding to myself I slowly placed one foot in front of another, making my way to whatever lay beyond this little area. A light bounced into my eye, not as bright as the other but still bright enough to confuse me. My eyes clamped down in fear; staining my sight a yellowish orange, my feet continued to walk, slower though, the colour changed to a purplish black. Fluttering my eyes open I glanced around to see the source of my momentary blindness. A blurry distorted figure came into view, bearing the same chain I had, the clothes matched that of the body I had left, stepping closer I noticed the figures face. 'I know this face.' I stated to myself, reaching out my right arm I attempt to brush the hair away from there face so I can see them better. My hand collided with something smooth, cold and rather solid my fingers hovering but inches from the face. 'I must get past whatever is blocking me, I have to know how I know this person.' Applying all the strength I had within my body to my hand I forced the barrier determined to reach.
A strange sound filled the air, cracks appeared around the face ahead of me, the most damage seemed to originate from my hand and spread over the figure mere inches away from me. Realization hit me like a wall, placing my left hand on my cheek I noticed the figure do the same. 'This is me?' I stated to myself questionably, 'Then that's me in the alley too. How am I here and there? What is this chain? Won't somebody help me? Can't somebody explain.' Warmth flowed from my eyes over my cheeks and splashed on the floor. Panic, longing and confusion caused the pain in my head to increase again. "This world is filled with nothing but pain." I muttered noticing my haunting voice breaking.
A roar filled my eardrums, panic filled me, gripping me, rendering my limbs useless. A soft breeze occupied the space between me and the roar. My head turned facing the breeze, my eyes were greeted by a black outfit a white lining visible at the neck. A red sash like item draped over the right shoulder to the left hip. A white cloth wrapped around the hips connecting the top to bottom I presumed. A bright orange colour radiated from the person's head seeming to emit it's own light. Strange black objects wrapped around this person's lower-arm's and wrists. A white cloth emitted from the right hand that was gripped tightly around something.
"Hey kid, do me a favour and stay still." Stated a voice emitting from the man in front of me, an edge apparent, a caring but not wanting to show it sort of edge.
"Ok." I murmured.
The man in front of me lifted what I assumed was a sword though it didn't look like any I knew. A force gathered around him forcing wind to blow and my knees to buckle. The man raised the sword above his head, swinging it downwards in a calculated strike against something I couldn't see. The wind that had gathered but a second ago raced forwards in the direction of the swing. The man turned towards me, his sword leaning on his right shoulder. Fear gripped me.
'Is he going to kill me, wait ain't I already dead?' I queried myself.
"Hey thanks for staying." The man stated a slight smile gracing his otherwise frowning features. His brown eyes connected with mine causing my fear to melt away to contentment. "Listen, if you stay here you'll get hurt." he said a slight edge in his voice. "You can go somewhere safe."
At these words I grinned. 'I've never been safe, I wonder what its like.' I mussed to myself.
"Would you like that?" He asked simply.
Nodding I noticed a pale blue light issue from the end of the hilt of his sword, calm washed over me causing a feeling I assumed was happiness. The man leaned down, gently pressing the glow to my forehead. I barely noticed him pull his sword away as the light enveloped around me.
"Thank you." I stated, his image becoming blurry and a feeling of completeness overwhelming me.
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