Key
"" - speaking
Italic – Hitsugayas thoughts
Italics bold -Hyōrinmaru
( ) – authors note
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach and I will never own bleach. Sigh.
Frozen Fire
Chapter One
Whiteness. That was all he could see. An impenetrable fog formed a cocoon around his body blocking his view. Hitsugaya shivered slightly as a rush of cold air rushed in.
Where am I?
Hmm. You don't recognize this place, boy?
Who is talking to me? Why are you in my thoughts?
This is the world of ice and light. It is your domain; your source of power. Right now your view is still murky because of your lack of power to see this world. But soon, you will be able to see it. I am your weapon, power, and guide. Learn to wield me well!
I still don't understand! What world?
Everything will be clear in time. You are in a precarious position right now. Look!
An oval, body-length mirror formed in front of Hitsugaya. At first he couldn't discern any shape or form; but soon, images sharpened into view.
Wait! What is this? What's that monster? How can I be here and there? screamed Hitsugaya in his mind as he realized what was depicted in the mirror.
The boy hanging limp from the monster's mouth was irrefutably him. The sharp incisors of the monster were only a hair away from breaking his skin. The picture was frozen in time, yet as each shaky breath were puffed out of Hitsugayas mouth, he fully expected the monsters jaw to descend upon his flaccid body.
Your cry for strength has awoken me from my slumber. I have chosen you as the master of ice. I will help you, just call my name!
How can call for you if you have never introduced yourself?! Stop joking around!
Just listen
In Shourianka.
"Hiyaaa"
The cement wall was instantly engulfed in flames and obliterated as Hinamori's flame sword sliced through it as if it was water. Hinamori immediately went into her next stance and her practice continued. Caught in the fervor of her exercise, she didn't sense the presence who was watching her.
Aizen watched his little…pet through a lavish balcony that overlooked the practice fields. The Hinamori's were known for the construction of grandiose palaces and flamboyant style of living in comfort. A pleasant small graced his lips as he considered the future. This will all become his. With a sole daughter who was under his control and no heir, soon, this will become his world.
"Sir, Hitsugaya Toushirou has fallen into the Youkai forest from a height of approximately 5000 meters. There is little chance that he has survived the fall with his lack of magic and ability. If he, by any chance did survive, our radar has shown that several gluttonous hollows were in the immediate vicinity. This threat to your plans can be considered taken cared of" spoke a voice from within the shadows.
"Perfect," said Aizen.
"Yes, it's the perfect time to go to war! Now that the prophecy has been rendered false, nothing can stop us!"
"No. We shall not go to war."
"Why?" asked the messenger in confusion. The long war between Tamaki and Shourianka has continued for centuries with no determined winner. Recently a en passé has formed and both counties were recuperating and building up power. If they launched into war now with Tamakians still recovering, a victor will finally prevail.
"Why should we fight, my good man, when soon the war will be fought for us and all we have left to do is plunder the riches?" said Aizen softly as his usually soft eyes held a steely glint.
Time was running out. Hitsugaya squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the sight of himself in such a perilous position. He hated this flutter of nerves that shook his whole body. He hated being weak. That's why his parents died. He wasn't able to protect them. A sense of calm stole into his body. Yes, he needed to get stronger and nothing would get in his way!
A whisper flew by his ear. He couldn't quite catch what it said. He could feel a buzz in his brain as if he was trying to recall the name of a long lost friend buried deeply into his memory. "Hyo…" His heart resonated with a hum. It was a name that was a part of him, an indigenous part.
"Hyōrinmaru!!!!"
Hitsugaya's blazing green eyes shone with a silver light as he felt power flow through his blood, emanating from his skin. The sands of time once again moved and with a howl of pain the monster moved away and Hitsugaya jumped out, landed in a crouched position and slid to a stop. Once again the hollow howled with outrage and charged towards Hitsugaya.
With a single finger the Monster was forced to halt. A soft blue light formed between the two beings before condensing into a ball that drove through the monster's head and obliterated its body.
With the present threat gone, Hitsugaya collapsed onto one knee. Along with the hollow, his surrounding had been annihilated and a deathly silence settled across the area. The only sound was the erratic hard pants emitted from Hitsugaya's mouth.
He accessed the situation. Something about him had changed during the fight. His opponents seemed to be moving in slow motion, a blue energy had enveloped him, he couldn't feel any pain. Wait… he looked at his arms. Now that the fight was over and power no longer streamed through his body, he could once again feel a dull ache but the excruciating pain was gone. The bruises and cuts were definitely healing at a startling pace.
What happened? He remembered the name that resulted in this surge of power. There was something about being the master of ice and light. ICE Just before he was plummeted back into reality he had caught the sight of a magnificent ice dragon.
Toushirou, find me.
Are you Hyōrinmaru?
Yes
Where am I supposed to look?
Sense me. I'm here in the forest.
Hitsugaya closed his eyes once more. At first he could only see darkness. He furrowed his eyebrows and called upon his power. Suddenly he vision became clear. Shadows of life forces flickered and sharpened into focus within his mind's inner eye. He could feel both animate and inanimate objects. But where was Hyōrinmaru? Actually, what was Hyōrinmaru?
His mind shifted through past discussions with his father. He could recall each memory with stunning precision. He remembered the excitement and fervor he felt when his dad talked about forms of power. Power came from an innate spiritual energy called reiatsu. Most people have none or a paltry amount of reiatsu that it doesn't even show. Others, who have a decent amount, are gifted with the ability to perform fundamental magic such as sensing demons or easy spells of destruction or healing. These people still lived like the common folks. Hitsugaya had aspired to be something more. He idolized his parents, both whom were famous fighters. People like them were able to call upon a spirit god or demi-god who would lend them power through sword or demon magic. Depending on what element the god presides over, a person would be admitted into a Clan and depending on how strong the god is a person a placed into a position that suited his or her skill. The hierarchy in the clan was tight and the chasm between each level was hard to overcome.
In the world Tamaki the four Clans reigned supreme. The leaders guarded and protected a certain group of people in Tamaki. Hitsugaya's mother was from Water while his father was from Nature. They were competitors. People from different houses rarely mix. People who married another who have a similar power would have a higher chance of producing a child with magic. Children were raised in the clan until they were 7. If the child still doesn't show potential, the child would be ostracized by the clan. At through 13 a child will train and hope to be approached by a god. And on and on the division goes. A child rarely knows his or her parents.
Children of these people from different clans rarely survive because of the fact that their parents' power react violently against each other. The few that do survive are often left with no power or with such an unusual power that no god is willing to take them, a disability or no power at all. These children are cast out of the clan and left to die. They are feared by the regular people and looked down upon by all clans. In history it was said that only one of those children who survived had real power. That person opened a portal to a new dimension and created a new world. Now that world was known as Shourianka. His parents never mentioned too much about that place. Rukia had said that it was evil.
So what was he? Hyōrinmaru had to be a god, what else would be able to talk to him and stop time? Would he receive a sword or ability to do demon magic? What kind of ability does he have? Endless questions crowded in his head until he suddenly felt something.
There was a slight pull. Something was calling to him from the east. His surroundings melted away and all he could feel was himself and something in the distance. He needed to get there. He needed to get there fast. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder how the heck he wasn't tripping over something. He didn't keep track of how far he had traveled. Soon, time became a senseless spiral; just one step after another. All he needed to do was follow that that voice. Then all at once something appeared in front of him. An iridescent object loamed before him. He could make out the shape of a decrepit yet towering tree but what had captured his attention was the life force inside of the tree.
As if in a trance, he slowly lifted his arm and reached toward the trunk. At the touch of his palm the shaped of the dragon he had seen was cut into tree with blue light. The tree was razed and the impact forced Hitsugaya to shield his eyes with his sleeves. Once air stilled and cleared he slowly cracked open his jade green eyes for the first time since he sensed something. At first, the image in front of him was too bright and he flinched; but soon, the light dimmed and before him floated a gleaming sword.
Take hold of me.
Hitsugaya reached forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword and swung it around. Trees within a 5 mile radius all disappeared. He gazed upon this wondrous weapon in awe, almost disbelieving the fact that it was real. Only its cold but steady weight in his hands hinted to the fact that this was all real.
A triumphant smirked graced his lips as he scrutinized the world around him. He had achieved something impossible. A child of mixed blood had survived with power. He will show all those houses' captains who was stronger. He will extract sweet revenge with this sword by his side. This sword will be his partner. This forest will be his training ground. Shikai, Bankai, he will achieve all of those. He will grow strong!
AN: Sorry again. If any readers are still reading this story that this horrible author is writing, then I beg you to please forgive this author for her late update. With studying for SAT , camps, a summer course, and homework for prepping for 5 AP courses I am really tired. (show chibi author getting buried under work) Anyway, this world that I am creating is really different from Soul Society. If you have any questions regarding the levels of power or stuff, please state your question in a review. Just to be clear, in this world people who use demon magic which is an advanced magic form cant use swords and people who uses sword can summon demon magic. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. I haven't had a chance to edit this yet but I really wanted to get it out so sometime in the future I'll go over this chapter and fix all the mistakes.