I forgot to put this up before. I don't own Bleach, or any of the characters. I only own anyone who isn't familiar.
Rana (Age: 16)
Rana just raised an eyebrow as she looked at the sleazy noble in front of her with unwavering, skeptical, emerald eyes. He had to be at least twice her age, fat as all hell, and just plain disgusting to every one of her senses. He was sweating up a storm now, cowering under her gaze, but more fearful of the ten snarling men behind her that looked like they wanted to commit murder, and the grinning red haired western man next to her that looked like he could easily rip someone's head clean off with one hand. The noble then turned and ran as fast as he could as the snarling men lunged after him, bows drawn and ready to turn the idiot into an arrow pincushion as the man standing next to the princess laughed uproariously in clear approval of their actions.
This had become routine in the last year, ever since Rana's sixteenth birthday and the announcement of her eligibility for marriage. Men from all walks of life had poured into their lands, Kings, dukes, lords, nobles, knights, shoguns, samurai, distinguished ninja clans, Sultans, aristocrats, and a variety of other sovereigns from all around the world had come seeking the hand of the newest royal family's youngest. All were viciously turned away, by either the Emperor, the Empress, the princes, and even their people on one memorable occasion….
Princess Rana, true to her name, had grown into an eye-catching beauty just like her mother. Knee length platinum blond hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, and pale skin made her seem almost ethereal in the eyes of lesser men. The fact that she could and would fight was not overly known however before that one idiot of a Sultan had the guts to try and kidnap her for his harem after he was turned away.
In all honesty they probably should have seen it coming when the King of Conquerors, Alexander the Great himself, or Iskander as they called him, actually caught her interest and kept it. (Fate Stay Night version of him from the Fourth Grail War.)
He was a great hulking eighteen year old western man with an open mind, stern chiseled features, burning red hair and a short beard, and armor that hid nothing of his huge upper body muscles. He wore bronze western armor with eastern designs, and a fur trimmed red mantle over his shoulders. He had a charm to him that not only attracted the grudging attention of Emperor Yhwach and the Princes, but that Empress Chiyo wholeheartedly approved of. The fact that he was head over heels for Rana was a mere footnote in their books, as she was quickly falling for the charismatic conqueror as well. And to think, it had all started with that challenge of single combat….
"Are there any in your army that dare to meet my blade with their own?! If they can match me, I swear on my honor as a King my armies will leave these lands!" The Red head conqueror challenged as his army roared in agreement. The Quincies stood passively, the Princes gathered around their Emperor and Empress, who were dressed in their battle armor.
"Father." Everyone heard the gentle, quiet voice that called out from near the back of the crowd. The Quincies parted like the Red Sea as their fifteen year old Princess strode forwards, clad in a hybrid version of the Shinigami uniform and the Quincy garb, until she stood before them. "I will answer his challenge." Grudgingly Yhwach nodded his consent and Chiyo fiercly hugged her daughter before the princess stepped out onto the field.
Iskander just started laughing as he caught sight of her. "This is the best you can send against me? A little girl?!" He asked, before stopping to look closer at her. "Well now," The Grecian Conqueror said almost to himself, taking in her clearly developed muscles and lethal, speed built form with intrigued brown eyes. "This may prove interesting after all…." He handed his mantle to one of the soldiers beside him, and dismounted his horse, unsheathing the sword on his hip as Rana materialized her Zanpakutō in one hand and her Reiatsu bow appeared on her back.
The unreleased version of her Zanpakutō looked like a plain silver Japanese Katana, but couple that with her utterly calm expression despite being faced with a man that was nearly a foot taller than her and maybe three times her own weight, Rana cut an intimidating figure that carried herself eerily similar to her mother.
"What is your name young warrior?" He asked curiously as their armies back away to give them room.
She looked him in the eyes, emerald gaze unwavering as she stood tall. "I am Kitsuki Rana, youngest of the royal family and Crown Princess of the Wandenreich Empire." She answered, her voice powerful and strong, with not even a hint of the softness from before.
Iskander's face spread into a large grin as Rana lunged forwards at an impossible speed and their blades met in a clash of sparks….
By the time the two of them were worn out enough to called it a draw, the both of them were bleeding heavily, grinning like madmen, peppered with arrow holes in Iskander's case, and definitely flirting with their dance of blades. They only stayed awake long enough to yell out the results, before collapsing into unconsciousness simultaneously.
Needless to say, her brothers and father were not pleased at all when Iskander decided to stay and get to know their little princess and sent the rest of his army home. Her mother on the other hand was delighted that her daughter had found someone that held her interest for more than a week, and that the man was actually a challenge for her daughter to defeat.
Rana on the other hand, was intrigued by the foreign king.
He was just so different from anyone else she had ever encountered or fought. Unlike all of those rulers and nobles that chased after her before, he hadn't come to their lands seeking her, but seeking their lands. He didn't even take notice of her until they danced with blades on the battlefield, and by Amaterasu it made her blood sing with excitement and exhilaration. When she had described the feeling to her mother and father they had laughed in delight and remembrance, recalling their first days together.
It was apparently an inherited thing from her Shinigami blood. The instinctive battle senses that sang in delight whenever a potential mate rose from the shadows to offer challenge. Yhwach had been her mother's challenge, and he had wooed her in the dance of battle once she had recovered enough from Yamamoto's interference to fight once more. It was what most female Shinigami sought for their entire lives, and rarely found. The fact that Iskander could match her, and that he was possibly the son of Zeus, was the icing on top of the cake in her eyes. Demigods were an exotic rarity in their world, as many did not live beyond their teen years simply due to the wild power their souls contained eating away at their bodies. Iskander was something that was nearly unheard of, as he was already into his late teens, and she loved solving mysteries.
Rana (Age: 19)
Why he had waited this long to proclaim his intentions was slightly frustrating, but entertaining at the same time, Rana mused as she watched her father and brothers chase after her newly proclaimed suitor with drawn bows, notched arrows, and a swinging sword.
Iskander, for all of his perfectly acceptable strength backed arrogance and confidence that Rana loved so much, was notably nervous when her mother stared him down with those all knowing bright green eyes that morning at breakfast. Empress Chiyo's face had split into the biggest evil smile when Iskander visibly started to sweat under her gaze, and then loudly proclaimed that of course he had permission to court her daughter! On the condition that he survived to see the sun rise again. As if on cue, every other male at the table turned to look at him with murderous eyes, bows materializing in their hands, arrows already notched, as Iskander took off like the Hell Hounds of the Underworld were at his heels with the male royals in hot pursuit.
Which was actually a pretty accurate comparison now that she thought about it.
She held up a hand to hide the laughter as her brothers started cursing him for even breathing and her father started screaming for his head on a platter. Her mother on the other hand made no such attempt to make her amusement and laughed uproariously as the chase continued. Her beloved Iskander was cursing quite creatively in his native language as he ran, making her give up on hiding her laughter as she knew for a fact that he knew that she could understand him. Chiyo looked at her with inquisitive eyes and quirked lips.
"You don't wanna know." She said between laughs.
"I pity him when he decides to propose." Chiyo said, looking at her daughter with sparkling mischievous eyes. "He may not live long enough to ask for your father's blessing."
'Too true milady.' Her Zanpakutō agreed, appearing in his physical form next to her and grinning cheekily. 'I fear his straightforwardness will become his downfall should that day come.' The spirit of her Zanpakutō was a tall twenty something man with vibrant red hair that was slightly darker than her lover's, and tanned skin that spoke of long hours in the sun. He was dressed in a long red coat with a high collar, a loose black turtleneck, and black pants that were tucked into knee high black leather boots. Red gloves covered his hands, and black belts held up his pants, while a pair of beautiful, and massive, black feathered wings fluttered lazily from his shoulders.
'Oh not you too G!' Rana thought, rolling her eyes slightly. 'I have faith that Iskander will prove to my family that his intentions are true.' The group of eleven chasing the man in question ran by again, roaring and screaming something about blood of the interloper for the Quincy throne, as she sweat dropped and her mother and Zanpakutō fell into another fit of laughter. 'That is, if he survives the next twenty-four hours….'