The Devil's Shunko
Uh..Hello my dear reader! This is my first time doing a fan fiction and seeing as Yoruichi from Bleach isn't getting the story she deserves, I took the task of giving it a shot and seeing how it will turn out!
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Chapter 1: Flashing and Dashing to Death..
Wandenreich..A war on the end of it's line..
As the battle between the Quincy and the Shinigami raged on, the tension only continued to increase, with sparks of hope and despair flying back and forth. The bodies of the fallen littered the ground, with a mix of both Shinigami and Quincy lying in defeat. Amidst this slaughter, Shihouin Yoruichi, the former Captain of Squad Two and former Heiress to the Shihouin Clan, lay at the center of it all, her body a lifeless husk due to the lethal intake of a poison that had taken its toll.
Despite the efforts of Nelleil, who arrived to their rescue, it was too late for Yoruichi, the Goddess of Flash, to be saved. Despite her abilities and strength, she was no match for the poison's potency, and she was pronounced dead, leaving her friends and allies to mourn her passing. It was an unfortunate fate for such a formidable and skilled fighter who had faced so many challenges in her life.
As Yoruichi lay there, lifeless, she felt an overwhelming sense of failure. She had let down both Kisuke and Ichigo, and the Shinigami could only hope that her brother, her dear little Yushiro, was still alive somewhere. She could only smile at the thought, knowing that he was probably still making a fool of himself. But her smile quickly faded, her thoughts turning back to her own mortality. What would happen now? Would she be able to see him again, or was this her end?
"So..This is how I kicked the bucket..Not the most noteworthy but it did it's job in killing me.." She thought mindless, wondering what will happen to her. The void engulfed the Shinigami, a cold and gentle touch replacing the warmth of the world. As she hovered in the black emptiness, a distorted voice, like it was calling out from the depths of the sea, echoed throughout the void.
'Yoruichi,' its voice seemed muffled and distorted, like it was being spoken through water.
The Shinigami turned her cat-like eyes towards the voice, but all she could see was a ray of crimson light, blinding her senses. Suddenly, a suction force pulled at her body, dragging her deeper into the void. She felt like she was drowning in the blood-red light, gasping for air that didn't exist. The emptiness threatened to swallow her whole, and Yoruichi realized with a growing sense of dread that she was falling into an endless abyss.
Yoruichi's heart raced as the voice continued to echo through the void, and her body shook with the sudden suction force that pulled her deeper into the darkness. She felt her breath catching in her throat as the void surrounded her, like she was drowning in dark blood. Her fears grew as she realized that the emptiness threatened to swallow her whole. She struggled to hold on, trying to fend off the despair that was consuming her. But it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape.
Yoruichi's actions became frantic and rough, her sense of despair dragging her down to the depths of the endless void. It was like she was falling into an abyss, with no end in sight. It was a feeling that she had never experienced before, and it was terrifying. All she wanted was to escape, but it seemed impossible.
As she resigned herself to her fate, an unexpected pair of hands grabbed onto her. It was like a miracle, like angels reaching down to save her. The warmth of the hands pulled her up, and she felt the despair start to lift from her shoulders. Suddenly, the void changed, taking on the form of a ruined, Greek-like structure, resembling The Acropolis of Athens.
The walls reminded Yoruichi of the Shihouin household's walls, and the memories of her childhood seemed to flood back, like a burst of light in the darkness. It hit her like a bolt of lightning, feeling that inner warming of her body burning away at the despair. She felt hope and gratitude for the mysterious hands that had saved her.
Yoruichi lay there, breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She had been saved from certain death, but she didn't know who or what had saved her. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the work of the God of the Soul Society, Yhwach, or if it was something else entirely. Either way, she was grateful for the second chance she had been given. She knew she had a lot of catching up to do, but she was ready to face whatever was coming next, even if it meant taking on the Wandenreich and the army of the Quincy.
"Awaken..." The voice called out to her once more, this time with greater clarity. Moments later, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself amidst the vivid green expanse of grass. The rain, its gentle coldness, kissed her body softly. She coughed, expelling a spray of water, as if she had just been rescued from drowning. Gazing upwards, she realized that the area around her belonged to the World of the Living.
However, an unmistakable sense of malevolence tainted the atmosphere where she lay, assaulting her senses with its repulsive odor. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily. Pins and needles pricked at her body, prompting her to hastily retreat to a more sheltered environment. Gasping for breath, the shinigami swiftly ascended to the rooftop of a brick-walled apartment, affording her a vantage point from which to survey her surroundings. From her vantage point, her cat-like eyes discerned that she must have descended into the World of the Living following her battle with Askin. However, this realization failed to coalesce into a coherent understanding in her mind.
Exhaling a deep sigh, Yoruichi contemplated her options in this peculiar moment. She couldn't simply pry open the Dangai as Kisuke could. Without her Zanpakuto, any consideration of pursuing that course of action felt futile.
"Child..." The voice echoed once more, its ethereal tendrils tugging at Yoruichi's curiosity. Why was this voice singling her out? Craving understanding, she grasped for a connection, her tone a mix of assertion and intrigue, "Hey, reveal yourself. What's your intent?" Her words lingered, a poised challenge thrown into the unknown, awaiting the voice's response to unravel the mystery.
In answer to the enigmatic summons, a gentle ripple traversed the veiled realm. "I am..." The voice momentarily faltered, a pregnant pause that heightened Yoruichi's intrigue. "Shihouin Yoruichi, you must awaken at once..." The voice's words bore a sense of urgency, yet they evaded her inquiries, akin to the cryptic manner of a Zanpakuto spirit.
Intrigued yet slightly perplexed, Yoruichi sensed a familiarity in the voice's cadence. "Awaken? But I am awake," she responded with a furrowed brow, her curiosity deepening. The voice seemed to resonate with a knowing patience, "Awaken not in the world you perceive, but to the truth veiled beyond senses." Yoruichi's eyes narrowed as the enigma unraveled before her. "Are you a manifestation of my Zanpakuto?" she questioned, a mixture of skepticism and anticipation in her voice. The voice remained enigmatic, "In a way, I am your guide through realms, the key to unlocking the tapestry of your destiny."
Caught between curiosity and caution, Yoruichi's mind churned with uncertainty. "If you hold the key, then reveal to me the purpose of my path," she demanded, her determination unwavering. The voice rippled like a whispering wind, carrying ancient secrets. "Your journey bridges two worlds. A rising darkness threatens both. Uniting your strengths is paramount." Yoruichi's resolve solidified, resonating through her words. "I've faced adversities before; this shall be no different. But I won't tread blindly. Illuminate this path and I shall walk it." The voice echoed with a sense of approval, "Champion of light, step forth with purpose, for destiny awaits your embrace."
A shroud of darkness enshrouded her thoughts before her eyes fluttered open, revealing the familiar setting of ruins she had seen before. Pillars, once proud and tall, now leaned askew, bearing the marks of past damage or destruction. Amid the debris, she cast her gaze until it settled on a towering figure reclining against one of the pillars. This figure, a young man, exuded a sense of youthful energy. His olive skin caught the glimmers of light, and his eyes, a shade of captivating gold, held stories untold. Tousled white hair framed his face, concealing his forehead beneath a sweep of bangs. Golden earrings, long and slender rectangles, adorned his ears, while an intricately patterned orange scarf, trimmed with gold, wound around his neck. The same hue graced his waistband, contrasting against the fabric that swayed gently beneath his sandals.
He swiveled his head in her direction, locking onto a pair of eyes that held a striking familiarity — a shade reminiscent of glistening gold. His smile bore an air of superiority, evident in its subtle curve. A discreet throat-clearing followed, his fist rising to meet his mouth before parting to unleash his words her way. "Yoruichi, you appear taken aback. Pray tell, what concerns trouble you?"
Her gaze held steady, locked onto the captivating golden eyes that felt like echoes of memory. The air seemed to shimmer with a mix of recognition and uncertainty. With a faint quirk of her lips, she met his smile of superiority with a calm resolve. As his words unfurled, she stood her ground, a steadying presence amidst the shifting currents of emotion. "Surprised, perhaps," she responded, her voice carrying a trace of intrigue. "But not easily bothered. There's a lot I'd like to know, especially about this unexpected encounter."
His words lingered, unfurling like tendrils of mystery that stretched between them, shrouding the man in an even deeper enigma. "You see, Yoruichi," he began, his voice carrying a weight akin to reverence, "there exist those with the vision to discern greatness even within the bleakest hours. The Gatekeeper himself, a witness to your trials, extended to you a second opportunity." His gaze bore a blend of sincerity and anticipation, as though he was orchestrating the unveiling of a path and observing to ascertain whether she would embrace it.
Yoruichi's expression remained impassive, her face a canvas unmoved by the words that echoed, seeming like a cruel performance or jest orchestrated for her. Dismissing the unsettling feeling, she shifted her thoughts into words aimed at the man before her. "If your words hold truth," she began, her voice a mix of frustration and determination, "why then am I relegated to the World of the Living? Why am I not back within the confines of the Soul Society?" Her tone conveyed her exasperation, a recognition that the situation had complexities that went beyond mere explanations. It was as if the path he spoke of was veiled in layers she was not yet deemed ready to unravel. After a bout of rambling and shouting, the woman managed to reign in her frayed nerves. She adopted a more composed approach to the situation, choosing to address it with respect rather than resorting to behavior befitting an immature toddler.
After meticulous contemplation, Yoruichi yielded, acquiescing to the decision that had been shaped for her. "If I am to tread this path of mine... how can I be assured you won't lead me astray, leaving me to rue my choices?" Her voice bore a tinge of skepticism and uncertainty, yet beneath it lay a faint thread of trust directed at the man before her. His smirk remained etched on his olive-toned countenance as he affectionately ruffled her pale-violet hair into disarray. An expression of mild annoyance danced across Yoruichi's face before she made a swift attempt to swat away his hand. Evading her attempt by a hair's breadth, the man's laughter carried a teasing note, intermingling with the air around them. Yoruichi herself couldn't resist joining in, her laughter blending seamlessly with his, creating a harmonious symphony of mirth.
Both settled into tranquility once more, a serene calm wrapping around them as they shared a final farewell before parting ways. "This won't be the end of our encounters, stranger," Yoruichi remarked, a familiar smugness gracing her features as she strolled toward an oval-shaped rift. The figure retorted with a hint of humor in his voice, "Indeed, you can count on our paths crossing again, young Shihouin!" With a slight bow, he observed as the woman gradually became enshrouded by the obscurity of the rift's depths.
Once Yoruichi had departed, another figure emerged from the ruins' background, gracefully approaching the olive-toned man. This newcomer was a woman with long, flowing purple-pink hair that cascaded down to her knees. Her pupils were a striking shade of purple, encircled by a golden iris. Her slim, well-endowed physique appeared to be that of a 17-18-year-old, but in truth, she was much older. She donned a golden-brown kimono adorned with a Chrysanthemum pattern that gracefully spread across her elegant robe.
Standing beside the man, a gentle smile graced her face, reminiscent of a proud mother watching her daughter graduate from school or university. The man chuckled as he looked down at her, earning a playful slap and a stern glance in response. She then playfully grabbed his hand, and together they vanished into the eternal darkness of the background.
Here you have it, dear readers! Chapter One is now finished and has been solidified unless future updates are required.
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