Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Not the cover picture, The Moon That Embraces the Sun or Bleach, I swear.
Title: Eclipse at the Palace
Pairing: IchiRuki, NnoiNel, UnohanaAizen, UlquiHime, GrimmSuki, etc etc...
Rating: T, for safety purposes, because of some reasons I don't want to count
Warnings: This is my first work of fan fiction so, don't expect much. I'm open for suggestions, and critics. No, actually, I am begging for suggestions and critics. I have random flashbacks, and not so accurate information. If ever you dislike the story, think I am completely murdering Bleach, and wish to tell me, then please do not FLAME. A Korean political show inspired me on this story but I have twisted it to an unrecognizable way.
Summary: In a world drenched in politics, Ichigo Kurosaki, crowned king at a young age, finds himself falling for a priestess,Mond. Mond was born as Rukia from the noble family of the Kuchiki and was supposed to be the crowned princess. Her family's enemies, jealous of Byakuya's place in court schemed against them. Managing to steal her rightful place as predestined queen by the heavens, to false death, she was thrown . Years later, after the tragic incident, Rukia now as Mond, meets the bitter King Ichigo, as a priestess who has no memory of her real identity. Now, how can they turn the events back to how it is suppose to be?
In this chapter: This chapter is still the Prologue of everything. This is where the history of my Alternate Bleach Universe takes a leap on what could have been in form of the random flashbacks. There will be mentions majorly of the following pairings in this chapter: Neliel x Nnoitra. Be warned that this chapter will be full of angst. As you have noticed I have changed the genre into Angst due to dramatic twist in the story.
Whispers of the Mortals:
Their Wicked Plans
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"Never admit defeat and ask for a quick death! Die first, and then admit defeat! If you are defeated but didn't die, it just means you were lucky! At those times, think only about survival! Survive and think only about killing the one who failed to kill you!"
-Zaraki Kenpachi-
-Tite Kubo-
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"And he will cause the fall of great women and yet he shall have a pitiful fate. He who as no fault shall suffer for those who have greater wish for earthly treasures… And though, he merely wants the kiss of god's vessel," says the priestess to the concubine.
Neliel jolted awake from her deep sleep. In the middle of the night, she reached for her garments and proceeded to dress up. The moon was up, lightening the dark star-less sky. It was rather unusual how the night was silent not a single creäture started the nightly orchestra. The air was heavy almost suffocating.
The smell of blood was everywhere. It was a normal happening, as the gods' chosen vessels; the priestesses were always able to feel this. But there was something very, very different.
"Nel!" Tier, her friend, whispered in a scolding tone. "What are you doing?"
"Can't you smell it, Tier?" she asked almost crying. She tried her best to hold back her voice from cracking. Her eyes were filled with anxiety.
"And what can we do?" Tier asked back holding Nel's wrist. The other priestess merely glared at her with eyes filled with frantic tears. "This… This is his fate. It has already been predestined," Tier tried to explain. Who are they to go against the heavens?
"No!" Nelliel almost screamed. No! Why him?
Her Lord had no fault at the beginning. Why him, of all the sinful people of the world? He had always tried to do his role as a prince of the country.
And as quick, Neliel went out the Celestial Chambers. Cold sweat dropped from her temples. And under the moon, she ran. Under the bleeding red moon, she ran. The scent of blood woke her every sense.
Nnoi…
"Neliel, don't!" Tier said chasing her from behind.
And the two priestesses stumbled into the dark forest.
"Oww!" Nnoitra Gilga says as he ran into the parade of the priestesses. He looks up with raging anger at the slave who manages to soil his clothes. The girl looks down with a blank expression in her eyes. She was the apprentice of the head priestess, Neliel Tu Oderschvank, known for her talents at a very young age.
"Master!" his slave says helping him up.
Nel merely bows and goes on.
"You bitch!" Nnoitra growls back. He hates women. He hates them with passion (because they hated him first).They were useless (like his mother who was simply the king's toy) and just mere decorations of the society (like the princesses who did nothing but smile in fakery at the crowd). He hates the priestesses next (they were all prejudice of him just because of what they 'see'). They were snobs and bitches who could merely do some guessing (everyone can win in a gambling game). Next, he hates his father, for bringing life into this misery full life (for never looking at him). Then he hates his mother, for allowing his father to create him (because he was a mere creature and nothing more to her).
He does his best to avoid women and keep his temper, but today was the 'kaboom' of that patience.
"Watch your mouth," Nel says slightly looking back.
"Really now?" the boy taunts his pale violet eyes glistens dangerously. "Why? You'll curse me?"
Nel doesn't say anything and moves on with her elders.
"Did you not hear of me?" he says proudly, but he wasn't necessarily proud of it, "I, Nnoitra Gilga, the fall of the—!"
Tesla Lindocruz, his slave pulls him away and covers his mouth when the elder priestesses turn to him in attention.
And he was brought to the Celestial chambers to be punished for his rudeness.
But he was Nnoitra, the half-blood prince; the man who will be the down fall of women of all statuses, even of his, own, mother, stands there. He waits for his verdict casually as if it was all planned.
Neliel couldn't help it. She smiles at the boy who had made a big ruckus in the Celestial chambers. He was young and free-spirited, ill-tempered to add. But who were they to give verdict to the prince?
Neliel always sees right through people. She knew very well what the young heir had in his heart than what he spoke. She saw right through his broken heart. The Prince wasn't all proud and cruel, more of, those who surrounded him made him who he is.
"What are you smiling at, huh?!"
"Bastards!" Nnoitra screamed as he lashed here and there.
Nnoitra Gilga was one of the king's rightful heirs. He had the brawns of a warrior, and the brains of a military leader. This made him more than enough to be fitting as a king candidate. He didn't deny that, too. He was a half-blood prince. He wanted to be king. His words showed confidence that made the dynastic clans tremble in rage and anxiety.
I will be king… and you shall be my queen…
But with all his talent, he was but only one. His opponents had attacked him altogether and managed to weaken him severely. And it all came to the point so close and yet still not death. All his strength withered away along his oozing blood that showered the grass beneath him. The ambush was surely a success. No one was around, not even his servants on the day of his vacation in the springs.
But then, his defiance did not leave him. He crawled on the grass trying to lift himself to fight. He was indeed a noble warrior. But all this time, he knew, he knew everything was bound to happen. The priestesses were right when they foretold his mother: He was going to die. Even if he did no wrong... Even if all he wanted was her…
The man, however, never lost his pride. He would not admit his defeat, NEVER!
And slowly he felt the agony and desperation consume him, it was even stronger than than fact that he was bleeding to death. The pain of having to go through everything and gaining nothing but losing everything he finally has, had him suffer greater than his wounds. He felt empty. Right now all he could feel of was the antagonizing fact that, he would never have her, even with everything he did. It felt like a deep, empty, bottomless, void eating him up like a vacuüm of desperation.
With every wound that he had, in the end, it was his tragic fate that actually weakened him.
"So you think you could stop me and leave me to dieeee?!" he growled like a beast.
Thud, thud, thud, came the footsteps of the suspect.
"Nnoitra… Nnoitra, Nnoitra, child of the king; Nnoitra, the illegitimate child of the king," this voice came with mock and accompanied with false applause. "You over strode your boundaries, young man," he said; Aizen Sosuke said.
His eyes gleamed as he looked down at the man struggling. The half-blood prince was a previous ally, but it didn't matter to him at all. Nnoitra was lusting for power just like him, and having him as not just a relative but an actual child of the king wasn't too good for him. And Nnoitra was a beast. The Filial clan refused to support a man such as him for the bloodline. He was a wild beast born from a damnable womb and would more likely bite the hand of those who had fed him. He was to be terminated before it becomes too hard to handle. _
"You know you're not allowed to always come here," she reminds as she carefully folds the newly dried clothes. She smiles inwardly as the boy walks up from behind her. He was, however, older than her, but it she wasn't about to give any form of respect. He was a boy whichever point she tries to look.
"You'll be my queen," says he, with a fruit in his grip. He takes a bite from it before sitting next to her. His slave, Tesla, comes beside him but he gestures for him to leave.
Tesla tries to hide his glee over the temporary freedom but failed miserably as he grins and leaves running off.
"I've decide," he claims. "Then you will suffer being my good wife; doing the child rearing, the chores, and saying 'Welcomes home, my beloved'!" he says mimicking a woman's voice. His grin grows wide as he continued, "You will then pour me some sake and listen to my daily rants about the country and how it will rot without me."
Neliel couldn't help but smile some more. The delight feeling in her chest isn't any help too. Looking at him through by peripheral, she sees him focused far off ahead. She faked a frown and turned away from him. "Stay away," she says.
"You'll regret that," he says as he crawled in front of her. "I'm the king's son. I'm your prince," he declares trying to sound condescending.
"But the King hasn't acknowledge you, has he?" she insists closing her eyes trying to fight the urge to smirk at her own retort. Take that, she thinks.
"Simple," he says. "I'll make him,"
"But I'm a shaman," she manages to say as she felt pain in her chest.
"Huh, but no one dares to defy the king!" he says grinning boyishly.
"Well, your majesty, before you fulfill your mission in life, why don't you help me in folding this pile of dried clothes?" she asks mockingly.
"AIZEN! YOU WILL NEVER BE KING!" he threatened. "NOT NOW AND NEVER WILL BE!" he said with voice so hoarse and yet alarming. "MARK MY WORDS, ALL OF YOU WILL ROT!" he threatens. "I HOLD THE MOON AS MY WITNESS, YOU TRECHEROUS BABOON!"
"Oh really?" Aizen mocked. He stepped on the man making his head dig into the ground. He started to pound the head deeper into the mud laughing rather insanely. And finally satisfied, he unsheathed his sword admiring it slowly before using it to slash, Nnoitra's neck.
The half blood prince's blood spurted out and oozed all around. And down, it dripped from the sword heirloom of the Prime Minister. It was for the glory of the family of Aizen… Sacrifices were the essence of honor.
"Nel….R-Run…" were his last words as he looked at the direction beyond the man. And slowly the life oozed from him. His blood spread across the green, green grass.
AN: Sadly, I do not know why I am writing this. Nnoitra Gilga, here, is a very challenging character to write therefore, I admit my failure already.
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Thank you for reading! Dream high!
-YukiArooo-