Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does.
This is more of a prologue than anything else.
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A single man sat atop a roof in a barren land, a ghost town, Karakura Town. For years now, it had been a bloody battlefield. Everyone who was still alive had either moved out if they could or went underground. It was such a senseless battle too, one that should not have started at all.
"To think that this all could have been stopped before it got to this stage," he mused, brushing his spiky purple hair out of his eyes and pulling out a book and pen. Flipping it open, he began to write. After a page or so, he stopped writing. Another man had walked up to him, a hardened warrior born during the trials of this war. He unsheathed his zanpakuto, pointing it at the first man who just sat there, barely acknowledging the existence of the blade inches away from him.
"So, the Soul Society has sent someone to silence me," the first man murmured. He was answered with a simple nod.
"If you really must kill me, you should hear me out first and finish the pages of this book for me."
A simple answer came back.
"Why? Who are you?"
The first man simply laughed lightly, standing up and walking until he was inches from the tip of the blade.
"Why? It is because you don't even know why this war began in the first place? I am Raven Kanzaki, the storyteller, the story of how I and many others failed to stop this war before it got as bad as this. I am your narrator, and a beggar that we can learn from all the mistakes made so that this may never happen again," he replied, throwing off his haori and placing it on the ground with the book and pen. The strike never came.
"Tell your story," the second man commanded.
"Very well," Raven replied, picking up the book again and flipping to the first page.
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It was short and sweet but I felt that a prologue would be fitting. The first real chapter is already being written so no worries.