This is my first attempt at a fanfic crossover which one can view as as a spiritual reboot of the long-dead fanfic Fateblack Reflection by Nameless Flame Wielder and one that I hopefully will complete and no it will not be as long as my other bleach Fanfic Path of the Five Kings.
Anyway I hope all of you enjoy my take on my interpretation of this crossover of among my two favorite series
The universe is divided into two realms: one shaped by the forces of life and death, the other molded by the concepts of imagination and ideals.
A delicate balance between them keeps the cosmos in harmony, and if this balance is disrupted, it could lead to unimaginable change or absolute destruction.
Among the many tales that have threatened this equilibrium, this is just one…
Ten years ago, in 1994, in the office of the Clock Tower, a heated discussion occurred between two old, wizened men. The room was filled with the scent of old parchment and the soft glow of magical artifacts.
One was a bald man with two scars in the shape of an X on his forehead with both ends of them coming down near his eyes. Along with two long white eyebrows, a mustache, and a beard that reached his waist, tied neatly with a dark purple ribbon. He wore a black Kosode and Hakama with a white Shitagi acting as an undergarment while his feet were covered with white Tabi socks fastened with strawed Waraji saddles. A white Haori with the Japanese character of one printed in black on its back was draped over the man's shoulders and in his left hand was gripping a long wooden staff. His eyes remained shut, yet his presence was commanding.
The other man had a head full of grey hair and a much shorter trimmed beard, his red eyes sharp and discerning. He was dressed in a black robe with a white large stylized curved stripe in the center and wore a black coat with gold trimmings, connected by a matching clasp, pendants, and tassels. while both of his hands were covered in white gloves. In contrast, though the man looked somewhat laid back and almost welcoming. Yet the aura he presented was no less dominating.
They were Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, and Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, Wizard Marshal and one of the founders of the Clock Tower.
"Inexcusable!" Yamamoto slammed his wooden cane on the floor. "The Mage Association has violated the treaty we, the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, agreed to when the recent Holy Grail War caused the Great Fire of Fuyuki!" His anger was palpable.
Zelretch merely smiled cheekily at the Shinigami. "I can understand your grievances, Genryūsai," he said calmly, almost playfully. "However, I assure you that the incident at Fuyuki was merely an unforeseen accident, and none of the magi who participated in the war intended to harm innocent souls"
Yamamoto snorted. "I find that hard to believe, considering how many magi are willing to go to any lengths to acquire knowledge of the Swirling Root. We only allowed these Holy Wars to commence so long as innocent souls were not involved, and now many of them have seemingly been purged from the cycle of reincarnation!"
Zelretch frowned. "I see… so what do you propose?"
The Captain Commander straightened himself and opened his red eyes. "In light of the tragedy that the Fourth Holy Grail War has caused, I declare that one of the new conditions of the treaty between the Mage Association and the Gotei 13 will be the immediate banning of the Holy Grail Wars!"
Zelretch widened his eyes in bemusement. "Quite a bold statement, Captain Commander… are you sure the Directors and Lords will be willing to submit to such a degree?"
Yamamoto furrowed his brows. "They will if they are aware of the consequences…"
Zelretch paused for a moment, staring at Yamamoto. "Genryūsai, I understand your grievances with the Mage Association," he said, his tone more serious. "But a war between them and the Gotei 13 will only make matters worse… especially when it comes to survival."
Yamamoto took in Zelretch's words, remembering the genocide of the Quincy, who once threatened the balance of the worlds. Yet unlike the Quincy, the Mage Association does not seek to endanger the balance of the worlds or human souls, but merely to pursue knowledge and preserve their way of life, and given the unknown weapons and spells they have in their area a war between them and the Gotei 13 could be far more costly than even dealing with the Quincy.
Along with the fact that Yamamoto himself doesn't want another genocide on his conscience.
"Very well..." Yamamoto relented. "The Gotei 13 will not wage war against the Mage Association...but we will interfere if another Grail War has been commenced."
Kischur smiled. "I cannot promise that the director or the Lords of the rest of the Association will comply with your demands even with my influence...but knowing that the Thirteen Guard Squads will intervene might give them pause."
The Captain Commander sighed. "Then that is the best we can hope for from all of this..."
Ten years later, in Fuyuki City...
It was a calm night over the cityscape as a lone shinigami with gray eyes and medium-length brown hair let out a huge yawn and then sensed one of his squad mates appearing before his sight by the use of Shunpo. The high movement technique of the shingami.
'Sir!' One of the men shouted out who had short black hair and black eyes. 'We just made another security round throughout the city and all seems quiet for now'
The brown hair man then let out another yawn. 'As usual...' he let out an annoyed pout. 'For the past decade since this squadron has been assembled things have been as slow as shit aside from the occasional Hollow...honestly I don't know why the captain had an entire squadron assigned here instead of just one of us'
One of the older men with light brown hair and eyes then gave the leader a nervous look. 'I thought this squadron was created to look out for.. you know...any signs that another Holy Grail war had started?'
The brown-haired shingmai shinigami then rolled his eyes in annoyance. 'A Holy Grail war in this city only happens every sixty years and only ten have passed since the last one had happened and the captain could have easily sent in just one of us here to look out over the city until those sixty years are up'
A woman with short blond hair then spoke up. 'But even so what if things changed?' she questioned. 'I mean isn't that why we have been stationed here to begin with?'
The brown-haired shinigami snorted. 'If it took sixty years to start each of the past four Holy Grail Wars then I don't see how the next one is going to be any different' He then let out a deep breath. 'Just keep doing your duty and not worry about it and hopefully, the next fifty years of doing this mission will pass by soon enough'
The woman and the rest of the group nodded and went back to their rounds.
Another passed while the shinigami leader checked his phone and saw that his time was almost up and then made another call.
'All alright Genchi time to call the others in our round is almost over' but then heard no response. 'Genchi?
He then heard his phone ring and immediately answered it.
SIR! HAVE TO COME HERE NOW!' The woman shingmai screamed out much to the man's shock.
Destress the man immediately tracked down the girl's spiritual pressure and went to her location on a nearby rooftop with a billboard.
And what he saw made his heart sink and his gut turn in disgust.
For his right-hand man, Genchi lay dead in a pool of his blood with a punctured hole that went through his heart and spine...while huge worm-like insects covered in armor and sporting sharp teeth, bladed legs, and tails, were devouring the man's corpse at a rapid pace.
'D-did a Servant do that!?' The older man called out while the Shinigami bared his test in anger and desperation.
'Don't just stand there! Alert the R and D company now!' He ordered and immediately the older man pulled up his phone to make a call...only for his head to split open horizontally followed by a gush of blood before the upper half of it fell to the roof much to everyone's bafflement and horror.
DASHI-!?' The woman screamed out until a punctured hole suddenly appeared in front of her neck silencing and spraying her blood before falling on the roof and choking to death.
The leader's eyes widened in sheer fright as panic began to take over him. 'Everyone retreat now and call for ba-'
He didn't have time to finish his sentence as several more attacks occurred in an instant. Yet were too swift to even see let alone resister as all the remaining shinigami in the squadron were cut down in less than a third of a second.
Leaving the leader the only one left.
'Damn it!' He cursed as he tried to pull out his soul phone and try to make make a phone call.
Yet then from the corner of his eye, he saw the weapon that claimed the lives of all of his subordinates and managed to dodge it at the last second.
...but not fast enough to prevent his hand from getting off. Making the shinigami scream in pain as he held his bleeding stomp and before his eyes same weapon shattered his soul phone into pieces in a single strike.
Thus with nothing else to fight back or call reinforcements, the shingami squadron leader did the only thing he could do.
He ran.
Later at Karakura Town High, Ichigo was busy studying when his friends, Orihime and Uryu, checked up on him. while things have been quiet since burying Ginjo's body in the human world, and his life was a bit more fulfilling now that he had his powers back to protect those he loved and the innocent. Along with developing other interesting habits.
"It seems that you are busy learning a new language, Kurosaki..." Uryu commented. "Can I ask what is the occasion?"
Ichigo looked up from his books and at Uryu. "Oh, it's nothing, just...well, I was thinking long and hard about what I want to do with my future, and I thought I might start studying foreign languages."
Orihime perked up. "Studying languages? Oh, Ichigo, that is wonderful! Just what language were you looking up on?"
Ichigo smiled. "Well, nothing too difficult, as I am mainly sticking to Korean, though I occasionally look into English and Greek too."
Uryu smirked. "Well, I be..." Ishida teased as he pushed up his glasses. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you intend to be a translator."
Ichigo gave an annoyed look at the Quincy. "And what makes you think I am not smart enough to pull that off?"
Uryu looked away. "Don't take my comment as being disingenuous, Ichigo. After all, with your level of grades, at least as they are now, you can have a future in it"
Kurosaki frowned. "Gee, thanks," he said in a somewhat sarcastic voice.
However, as Ichigo then went back to studying he couldn't help but feel that something was off within his hometown but could exactly determine what it was.
Meanwhile...
The shingami leader of the slaughtered squadron arrived in Karakura town bleeding while jumping from rooftop to rooftop, searching for his quarry.
"This...has to be the place..." he gasped between breaths upon seeing a high school in the distance before using the Flash Step to disappear and get closer to the building, while the one responsible for the carnage was a mysterious man in a blue-formed fitting suit, carrying a red-barbed spear and following the wounded squadron leader.
Well, the first chapter is done and I hope you all enjoyed it.
However, to get into more specifics I will address a few details about this story.
One is that this story takes place in a merged world of the Fate franchise and that of Bleach.
Two in the Bleach timeline takes place after the fullbring arc.
Anyway, see you all next time.