A/N: I wasn't sure how to add this in, so I did not have an authors note previously. Anyway, this is a fiction on Bleach, where all the characters are original, and the original cast (Ichigo, etc) doesn't exist here. This is my first fiction too, so please R and R. I really need it.
By the way, the story is a little long, and this is the intro arc. Its going to last about 5 chapters. P I'm expecting the whole story to last about 20 chapters...
Lastly, thanks reviewing and adding my story to your favourites.
Chapter 2
Its raining again! Dammit! I am only getting a carton of milk... Ack... Well, doesn't look like I have a choice anyway... Psh! Psh! Psh! Heh... Now I am all wet. Luckily, I did not get my supper; else it would have been soaked. Heehee... Huh? Bl... Blood? My blood? Who the hel-- Argh...
"Ow!!"I shouted, waking up. It was around 4 a.m. Its still early, but I better stay awake lest I can't after falling asleep again. I yawned and did my morning routine. After brushing up, I stared at the mirror, looking at my face. I had red eyes that are pretty shiny, black spiky hair which are kind of similar to Tenma's, only a little longer with a little beard. I stand at a height of 5"7. Some people say that I look pretty good, but thats only because of my trainings... Or rather, exercises. Now, its time for some exercise.
I took my zanpakuto, bow and some arrows. I went to the yard beside my dormitory for some training. The yard had fresh, refreshing air. There is a tree with apples on the left, with a bench. The apples glistened in the light from the lamppost. They sure look yummy. The grass was soft and comfortable too. The temperature is pretty cooling. Taking a deep breath, I took out my katana, a thin blade that has no sword guard.
I slashed through the thin air. The air whistled in a sharp sound as each cut went. Spinning and slicing through the wind, I did my usual sword practice. Cuts to the different parts of the body, jumping maneuvers and some simply gymnastic moves. It was not long before I sweat in the cool weather. It felt great. A good workout in the morning always works. More cuts followed. I had archery practice by shooting the apples next, which I took for my breakfast. I attempted the theory of letting the target travel to the arrow. However, I am still not very good at it.
Then, someone came. He was pretty dashing. He had a spiky hair style, which is combed backwards. He had lightly tanned skin, a colour similar to his light brown hair. He wore a coat and a familiar one at that. Inside, he is wearing the uniform of a shinigami. A shinigami...
"Wing?"
"Yea?" He smiled, and it felt like a sinister one. Oh boy...
"I see you are training... Do you know the name of your sword?"
"Nah..."
"You are good with a blade though... I have been watching your trainings... Not bad..."
"Then--" I was cut off, by a slash. I moved my head backwards, as I felt the sword slicing through the air, inches away from my nose. Retaliating, I removed my blade from the ground and thrust my blade forward, aiming for his shoulder. However, he disappeared. Shunpo. A technique used by the elites to move over a distance at a fast speed. In a blink, he was behind me. His sword flowed towards my neck. All of his attacks were aimed at my vitals. Gritting my teeth, I felt the wind pressure created by his sword touching my neck, forming a light wound. Blood flew from my scar, and I glared at him with red eyes. He did not stop his attack; however, he kept using the force from his blade to cut me, slicing every part of my body. After the tenth stroke, my sword flew, and I was dealt a heavy blow, to the chest. A powerful cut.
"Hmph... At least you can dodge it well. You will survive... Till later... "With just that, he was gone.
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Dressing my wound, I got up and took my sword. That stinking shinigami was trouble. He attacked me! What a great way to start a day. I bathed before bandaging my wound. I made sure that I smelt nice again, before I went to Cylse's house. Aching all over, I met up with the gang, talking to them about my incident this morning. All they said was that I was unlucky. We laughed, and soon arrived at the desired meeting point of the teacher, the Spell training field. A shinigami was with us. His name is Kotsubaki Sentaru I believe, a powerful shinigami, in the third seat of the 13th division.
"Okay, heads up people. Today is the test, a surprise one for you guys. You are to be tested on combat, a battle against a hollow. If you fare well, you are one step closer to be a shinigami."
"What!"
"Oh my God..."
"Bring it on!"
I smiled. The three of us smiled. We love surprise tests. Especially exciting ones. Especially when its a battle. Heh. Entering the gate, we entered the human world. Of course we had our Jigoku chos (black butterflies) with us. The buildings were all around us. We are somewhere in Japan, I think. I used to stay in Japan. The place did not look familiar, but the signs are in Japanese.
"Okay. Here are the rules. I am going to use a Hollow bait and lure the hollows here. It will only lure about twenty hollows of weak capabilities. Your mission would be to destroy a hollow each. Since we all have higher reiatsu, the hollow would come for us instead of the others. From now on, good luck and -- Begin." The bait, in the shape of a bottle cap, broke. Immediately, the hollows came. Zanpakuto were drawn as the hollows came. Tenma and Cylse were fighting theirs. I had to look for one first.
My target hollow was of an average height. It had a snake-like body and a huge mask with horns. It had a huge smile. Well... They do not have any lips, so it would be natural if it was huge.
Sword in hand, I got ready as the hollow moved in. It dived in with its horn. Fast, but a stupid move. I jumped up, dodging the attack and landed on the back of the hollow. I drove my sword across the tail, and removed a part of it. Blood flew, flesh flew, tail flew. The hollow cried and swiped its tail in pain. I felt pain as the tail hit me. However the pain came not from the attack, but from the neck. I could not dodge as the pain had failed me, forcing me to block, sending me a distance away from the hollow. The hollow screamed. Squinting my eyes in pain, the crazy monster tried to catch me using his hands. I jumped on it and hacked a hand. Using the flying hand to a platform, I jumped, using it as support and drove my blade into the hollow from the side. Finally, I pushed it out at the end of its head cleansing it.
I smiled with pleasure. What a weak hollow. Heh. I smiled, until I felt a powerful force, driving into my head. It was a punch I think. A mighty one at that. I flew, and blood oozed out of my mouth. I landed in the wall.
"Dude! You okay? That is Spear Fin. A famous hollow..." Kotsubaki-sama said. He was looking in another direction. It is another hollow.
I nodded in pain, grabbing my bleeding head. Cylse and Kotsubaki-sama attacked the hollow. The students had left their post and ran away. The ones left to fight the hollow were Tenma, Cylse, Senpai and me. Cylse was knocked away from the fight. That hollow was not the usual ones. It was bigger in size and much faster. Senpai was having a hard time with it. Tenma sliced off an arm, causing the hollow to cry out. Senpai was smacked far away from us when he shielded us from an incoming blast of energy. Tenma, he was scared. He kneeled on the floor, stunned. As for me, my bleeding head kept me from fighting till; the Spear aimed a stomp on Tenma, which smashed his left hand. The sound of a crunching bone rang into my ears. It was horrible, but I could not stay there and watch them die. Even if it costs my life.
"Ah!!!!" With my sword, I dodged the Spear's thrust from his sharp arm. His arm was an extendable weapon which gave him the name, Spear. What a freak. I hopped on to its hand, trying to run on it, while withstanding the pain from the cuts received from the shinigami. Moving my sword from the left, I cut his head. However, my zanpakuto, it cannot go through. I was petrified. The sharp hand went through me and pinned me on the wall. Blood splattered on the hand of the Fin. Food, it cried, as it looked at me with his hungry eyes. Flashing its teeth, Fin dove towards me, mouth open, hungering for my soul.
