Chapter 1
Ichigo POV
It has been over eight years since the war against Aizen had happened. My friends and everyone I cared about was spared from harm and there were no deaths. Even if I did end up losing my powers I was content. I was for once in my life truly happy. I remember how carefree I felt and how the stress and pressure that had been put on me during the war had eased away. The smiles everyone wore when they found out that Aizen was dead. How everyone was there and stood by my side. How we talked, all our conversations. I even remember all there laughs But I would found out rather quickly that despite all we had had done together in the end I was left utterly alone.
It started out as little things, Rukia and all the soul reapers had to go back to Soul Society to check and fulfill their duties. They still came back as soon as there were able to and we talked until the sun came up and all was okay in the world again. But after a few months the visits started getting less and less until not one of them came back. My heart broke a bit at this but I just pushed it away thinking that they were just really busy and the first chance that they could get they would be back in no time. How stupid I was to believe that back then I really was foolish. I still had Chad and the others but they started keeping their distance as well. And yet I still had my family so there was some hope left. But there looks started changing as well I don't think that they noticed but I was watching them just as closely as they were watching me. It was there I saw the one thing that shattered my heart. They were scared of me. Always cautious and seemed to tip toe at everything that involved. The questions of 'are you okay' and 'is something wrong'. Have never seemed so annoying to me until they said them. I lost every hope I had after they seemed to leave me as well. I was so lost and confused what I ever did to deserve this! I fought for these people! I saved them! Hell I even bleed for them and this was the thanks I received! To be left alone and as I laid there processing I just wanted to die, to not be needed or even wanted was too much for me.
I started getting into some bad shit some that I still have habits of today. And yet no one noticed. I did drugs, become an alcoholic, got into more fights than usual, started cutting, and starving myself. Hell I even started to sell my body for some extra cash but no one noticed. I still graduated high school somehow but through all of this, with everything that was going on no one noticed. The people that were my whole world, my everything they watched as I withered away. They knew something was wrong I could see it in their faces but they never asked and I never told. Just when I was about to finally end my suffering with two deep slashes on my wrists in some back alley that I don't even remember the name of, where no one would find me until it was too late, was also the place where I was saved. The one person that I never would have seen coming to my rescue stopped me before I could even put the razor to my wrist. He still looked exactly how I remember him before we were torn apart. His hair and skin as white as the fresh snow that glistened beautifully in the moonlight, eyes that shined like a golden stars in a sky of the darkest night. There were some differences of course he was dressed in casual blue jeans and a purple hoodie but it didn't take away from his appeal. He just smiled at me in a way that anyone else would have found but I found exotic. And he held out his hand to me and spoke.
"My beautiful king I think it's time for a new start away from these pathetic humans that you once cared for so much. It's time to show them what you can do."
And for once I agreed with him so I took his hand and we left my home and everything behind not to ever be found or questioned until now.