Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ BLEACHed Elements ❯ Diplomatic Incident ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SanadaSayuri 
A lost son, a greiving father, an unforgivable action... War breaks out in among the Humans, and Kurosaki Ichigo is caught in the middle.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 190 | Status: Work In Progress
A lost son, a greiving father, an unforgivable action... War breaks out in among the Humans, and Kurosaki Ichigo is caught in the middle.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 190 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: BLEACHed Elements
Author(s): SanadaSayuri & Deragonmaji
Disclaimer: No money is made off this work of fiction. Bleach is not mine. If it was, I would be rich and I wouldn’t be writing this, now would I?
Summary: Four months after the events of BLEACHed Blitzkrieg, the Winter War against Aizen is at a standstill. Serieitei is on constant alert and stretched thin as the Shinigami work to repel attacks from Hueco Mundo in both Soul Society and in the Human world. In the meantime, the fragile threads of peace in the human world is unraveling, while humans with high spiritual awareness are getting killed off. Is Aizen the mastermind behind all of this conflict? Only Ichigo can get to the bottom of this mystery, but the actual question remains, can the combined efforts of the Spiritually Aware humans and the Shinigami keep Ichigo alive long enough for him to get to the bottom of everything and hopefully end the conflicts?AU
Pairing: Byakuya/Ichigo Hitsugaya/?
Note: Sequel to BLEACHed Blitzkrieg
Chapter 1
“It’s true isn’t it?” A dark haired man said, his hazel eyes worried, “That Korea assassinated the Prime Minister’s son?”
Ichigo frowned. “It is true that the Prime Minister’s son was assassinated, however, there is little real evidence against Korea, only circumstantial evidence, and that is hardly anything worth going to war over. More investigation is needed before we can be sure who the perpetrator was.”
“All of the major countries are in chaos,” the man said, “They want to know who caused it, and everyone is so busy throwing around accusations that we have not even looked at the proposals for the unification. No one is at all willing to listen to reason.”
Ichigo sighed and shook his head. “Normally, I would wonder if you were exaggerating,” he said, “but the assassination of a well known figure does tend to turn normally logical people into babbling, terrified fools. Humans never do learn to think rationally when under stress.”
Behind him, Byakuya gave the teen a dry look, just barely refraining from pointing out to the substitute shinigami that he too, was human.
The other man smiled. “True enough. However, Kurosaki-dono, at the current rate of things, the chances of war erupting are high.”
“Even if that is the case,” Ichigo said quietly, “we must try to keep the conflict to a minimum.”
~*~*~*~
“Now you show your true colors, Kurosaki!” A man dressed in a black suit, his dark brown hair graying at the temples barked. “You are consorting with the enemy!”
“That is preposterous!” Masaki replied calmly, “because at this moment, there is no enemy. Do calm down, Prime Minister Takada, before you undo all that we have worked for. One person’s life, however precious to you, is not worth starting a war over!”
“Kurosaki-dono is correct,” a Eurasian woman said calmly, “Too much blood has been shed already, and peace is hard enough to maintain as it is. Now is not the time to start a war over the life of a child.”
“That does not excuse the assassination of my son!” The minister’s voice was much more subdued. “I do know, however, that Korea was involved. Therefore, I demand that Korea hand over the individual for judgment!”
“And I will say again,” a dark haired man in a military uniform said, “that to my knowledge, none of my countrymen were involved. The assassination of Prime Minister Takada’s son is a sad thing, but unless solid proof can be given, Korea stands by our word that we were not involved!”
“Lies!” Takada barked.
“Prime Minister Takada,” Masaki said sternly, “you are out of line. We all understand your grief, however, you are allowing your emotions to get the better of you. Please calm down before you make things worse than it already is.”
A man dressed in the blue and black uniform of the military organization known as the Elements, who had, up till that point, been silent, stood up and said, “Prime Minister Takada, the Elements are currently investigating the circumstances of your son’s death. However, as of yet, all we have found is circumstantial evidence, which is hardly anything to build a case on. As such, it is unwise to accuse Korea at this time, and will only serve to estrange Japan from possible allies.”
“Please, Prime Minister Takada,” said a woman clad in the blue and black of the Elements, “our organization is investigating the assassination with our very best agents. Allow us to carry this investigation through before you make any accusations.”
“Minister Takada,” the Korean Ambassador said, “I too, am a father, and my eldest lost his life in the previous wars, so I do know how you feel. While I sincerely doubt that any of my countrymen were responsible, if we receive evidence that a Korean was involved in the circumstances that led to your son’s death, rest assured that we–“
“Shut up!” Takada hissed, “You’re all co-conspirators, aren’t you?! Well!” he reached into his jacket and yanked out a gun, “I will not be fooled! I won’t let any of you cover up what you did to my son!”
The conference hall immediately exploded in a flurry of motion and sound.
“Minister Takada, what–“
“Put the gun down sir! We can ta–“
“Don’t act rashly--!”
“–madness--!”
“P lease, Prime Minister Takada, we can–“
The sound of a series of gunshots plunged the room into silence.
~*~*~*~
“The Japanese have gone insane!” A dark haired and pale skinned woman screamed. “Thirteen delegates injured and two dead! If the Japanese Prime Minister is any indication of the people, we’ll all be dead by nightfall!”
Ichigo sat calmly in his seat, hands folded lightly on top of a closed file in front of him as the woman all but shrieked at the delegation. His entire body was relaxed, though the tense skin around his eyes were the only indication of his feelings, and as the roomful of delegates flung about accusations and counter accusations, the area where Ichigo and the Japanese Ambassador sat was one of two bubbles of calm tranquility in a maelstrom of raging emotions. Byakuya stood behind Ichigo in his shinigami form, his face showing nothing of his feelings on the situation.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a dark haired woman clad in the uniform of the Elements, said, “We are all aware that the Japanese Prime Minister’s son was recently assassinated. Prime Minister Takada merely allowed his own grief to consume him. The Prime Minister’s actions are not indicative of all Japanese people’s tendencies. It could have happened to anyone.”
“Be that as it may!” another man dressed in a military uniform barked, “That does not change the fact that the Japanese attacked a roomful of delegates unprovoked.”
“This again,” Ichigo said calmly, rising from his seat, “You have succeeded in repeating the same thing over and over since this meeting began. Please calm down, or are you looking for a reason to break off the unification process and start another war?”
“You–“ the man started to say.
“While it has already been confirmed that the Japanese Prime Minister attacked unprovoked,” Ichigo continued, heedless of the other delegates’ attempts to speak, “let us not forget that the Prime Minister Takada has just lost his only son and heir to an assassination. Grief makes everyone lose some sense, and the Prime Minister is no different. As we speak, the Prime Minister is under house arrest in the Beijing Japanese Embassy. The invest–“
“Say nothing!” a dark skinned woman barked, rising to her feet, “What would you know?! You’re only here because of your mother! Don’t presume to dicta–“
“Ambassador Leyla,” another ambassador said, “you are out of line. Kurosaki-dono had nothing to do with the Beijing shootings. If anything, he too, is a victim, or have you forgotten that Kurosaki Masaki, one of the world’s foremost peace advocates, was one of the victims of the shooting?”
“Ambassador Rossi is correct, Ambassador Leyla,” another female ambassador said, “the Kurosaki family has been steadfast advocates for peace over the years. Let us not let their work go to waste with meaningless recriminations that may well end whatever progress has been made.”
Ambassador Leyla huffed as she sat down, but said nothing more.
Behind Ichigo, Byakuya watched the proceedings with concern. The noble leaned down and asked quietly, “What are the chances of avoiding conflict?”
Ichigo propped his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together and leaned forward so his mouth was hidden and said quietly, “Very low.”
Byakuya gave the teen a concerned look and discretely squeezed his shoulder. Ichigo leaned back and tilted his head slightly in acknowledgement of the gesture.
“It’ll be alright,” Ichigo whispered, “I hope…”
Byakuya was not reassured as he watched the delegates discuss the recent developments, noting that unlike previous meetings, there was no mention of the unification process.
~*~*~*~
Byakuya held his communicator to his ear and listened as Hitsugaya reported the status of things in Karakura. Once all reports were finished, he closed the communicator and turned toward Ichigo who was adjusting his tie.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t attend, Kurosaki?” he asked.
Ichigo gave the noble a bland look. “It’ll be fine,” the redhead said quietly, “Today is mostly an overview of what the Elements have found in their investigations thus far. Afterwards, we’ll discuss methods of furthering the unification process. Nothing will happen.”
Byakuya wasn’t so sure of that, but he nodded and watched as his young husband left the room.
As the door closed, the noble felt a feeling of foreboding fall over him…
~*~*~*~
A week later, Ichigo stormed into his office, the heavy oaken doors slamming shut behind him. A few minutes later, Rukia warily stepped into the office, suppressing the urge to run away as Ichigo’s furious eyes turned toward her.
“Ichigo?” Rukia ventured deeper into the office, feeling uncomfortable as smoldering eyes glared at her from the face of her friend and brother-in-law that was almost unrecognizable by the intensity of his anger. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“Go back to Inoue’s home, Rukia,” Ichigo’s voice was rough with restrained fury. “Go to Inoue’s and turn on the television or the radio, whichever you prefer and you should know exactly what happened.”
~*~*~*~
“–war,” Hitsugaya repeated dumbly, “The human world is at war?”
Byakuya nodded tiredly.
Hitsugaya sighed. “Kurosaki must be beating himself up over this,” the younger captain said, “After all that work to keep a war from breaking out three months ago, only to have it break out now, over an assassination…”
“Things are getting more complicated,” Byakuya agreed, “And Kurosaki in particular will be fighting two wars at once…”
~*~*~*~
“I’m sorry,” Ichigo said. “I couldn’t preserve the peace that you wanted so badly…”
The room was silent but for the steady beating of the heart monitor.
~*~*~*~
The shinigami were gathered in the living room of the Kurosaki family. The atmosphere was tense as the gathered Soul Reapers discussed the two wars and the possible repercussions for those with ties to both worlds.
Silence fell as they heard the soft tread of a child’s feet against the stairs. The atmosphere turned expectant as the figure of Kurosaki Karin appeared at the foot of the stairwell.
“Ichi-nii was just called away to an emergency conference in Argentina,” Karin said softly.
This news did not surprise the shinigami. They had all known the moment the news of the war had been announced that things would change and war plans up to this point would have to be altered. At this point, whether or not Ichigo was a son of the House of Kyouraku didn’t matter for he was first and foremost a child of the living world and even if he could easily carry the two titles, he would break under the weight of bearing the responsibilities of both worlds. Battle plans and strategies would have to be rewritten and altered as to not unduly burden the young substitute shinigami, and new allies would have to be found to fill in the spot left empty by Ichigo’s withdrawal from the Shinigami’s war for the Human’s War. Much would have to be done, and unfortunately, there would be very little time in which to do it.
In the meantime, a mad scheme had formed in Karin’s mind. It was a daring scheme, one that would probably blow up in her face the moment she proposed it, but at the moment, it may well be the only hope that Seireitei would have for even partially filling in the empty spot that Ichigo would leave. The eldest Kurosaki daughter gathered her courage to ask her question.
“Please,” Karin said, drawing the attention of the shinigami to her once again, “Please teach me to be a shinigami so I can fight in Ichi-nii’s place!”
The Shinigami were a mixture of horrified and flabbergasted.
~*~*~*~
TBC
Author(s): SanadaSayuri & Deragonmaji
Disclaimer: No money is made off this work of fiction. Bleach is not mine. If it was, I would be rich and I wouldn’t be writing this, now would I?
Summary: Four months after the events of BLEACHed Blitzkrieg, the Winter War against Aizen is at a standstill. Serieitei is on constant alert and stretched thin as the Shinigami work to repel attacks from Hueco Mundo in both Soul Society and in the Human world. In the meantime, the fragile threads of peace in the human world is unraveling, while humans with high spiritual awareness are getting killed off. Is Aizen the mastermind behind all of this conflict? Only Ichigo can get to the bottom of this mystery, but the actual question remains, can the combined efforts of the Spiritually Aware humans and the Shinigami keep Ichigo alive long enough for him to get to the bottom of everything and hopefully end the conflicts?AU
Pairing: Byakuya/Ichigo Hitsugaya/?
Note: Sequel to BLEACHed Blitzkrieg
Chapter 1
“It’s true isn’t it?” A dark haired man said, his hazel eyes worried, “That Korea assassinated the Prime Minister’s son?”
Ichigo frowned. “It is true that the Prime Minister’s son was assassinated, however, there is little real evidence against Korea, only circumstantial evidence, and that is hardly anything worth going to war over. More investigation is needed before we can be sure who the perpetrator was.”
“All of the major countries are in chaos,” the man said, “They want to know who caused it, and everyone is so busy throwing around accusations that we have not even looked at the proposals for the unification. No one is at all willing to listen to reason.”
Ichigo sighed and shook his head. “Normally, I would wonder if you were exaggerating,” he said, “but the assassination of a well known figure does tend to turn normally logical people into babbling, terrified fools. Humans never do learn to think rationally when under stress.”
Behind him, Byakuya gave the teen a dry look, just barely refraining from pointing out to the substitute shinigami that he too, was human.
The other man smiled. “True enough. However, Kurosaki-dono, at the current rate of things, the chances of war erupting are high.”
“Even if that is the case,” Ichigo said quietly, “we must try to keep the conflict to a minimum.”
~*~*~*~
“Now you show your true colors, Kurosaki!” A man dressed in a black suit, his dark brown hair graying at the temples barked. “You are consorting with the enemy!”
“That is preposterous!” Masaki replied calmly, “because at this moment, there is no enemy. Do calm down, Prime Minister Takada, before you undo all that we have worked for. One person’s life, however precious to you, is not worth starting a war over!”
“Kurosaki-dono is correct,” a Eurasian woman said calmly, “Too much blood has been shed already, and peace is hard enough to maintain as it is. Now is not the time to start a war over the life of a child.”
“That does not excuse the assassination of my son!” The minister’s voice was much more subdued. “I do know, however, that Korea was involved. Therefore, I demand that Korea hand over the individual for judgment!”
“And I will say again,” a dark haired man in a military uniform said, “that to my knowledge, none of my countrymen were involved. The assassination of Prime Minister Takada’s son is a sad thing, but unless solid proof can be given, Korea stands by our word that we were not involved!”
“Lies!” Takada barked.
“Prime Minister Takada,” Masaki said sternly, “you are out of line. We all understand your grief, however, you are allowing your emotions to get the better of you. Please calm down before you make things worse than it already is.”
A man dressed in the blue and black uniform of the military organization known as the Elements, who had, up till that point, been silent, stood up and said, “Prime Minister Takada, the Elements are currently investigating the circumstances of your son’s death. However, as of yet, all we have found is circumstantial evidence, which is hardly anything to build a case on. As such, it is unwise to accuse Korea at this time, and will only serve to estrange Japan from possible allies.”
“Please, Prime Minister Takada,” said a woman clad in the blue and black of the Elements, “our organization is investigating the assassination with our very best agents. Allow us to carry this investigation through before you make any accusations.”
“Minister Takada,” the Korean Ambassador said, “I too, am a father, and my eldest lost his life in the previous wars, so I do know how you feel. While I sincerely doubt that any of my countrymen were responsible, if we receive evidence that a Korean was involved in the circumstances that led to your son’s death, rest assured that we–“
“Shut up!” Takada hissed, “You’re all co-conspirators, aren’t you?! Well!” he reached into his jacket and yanked out a gun, “I will not be fooled! I won’t let any of you cover up what you did to my son!”
The conference hall immediately exploded in a flurry of motion and sound.
“Minister Takada, what–“
“Put the gun down sir! We can ta–“
“Don’t act rashly--!”
“–madness--!”
“P lease, Prime Minister Takada, we can–“
The sound of a series of gunshots plunged the room into silence.
~*~*~*~
“The Japanese have gone insane!” A dark haired and pale skinned woman screamed. “Thirteen delegates injured and two dead! If the Japanese Prime Minister is any indication of the people, we’ll all be dead by nightfall!”
Ichigo sat calmly in his seat, hands folded lightly on top of a closed file in front of him as the woman all but shrieked at the delegation. His entire body was relaxed, though the tense skin around his eyes were the only indication of his feelings, and as the roomful of delegates flung about accusations and counter accusations, the area where Ichigo and the Japanese Ambassador sat was one of two bubbles of calm tranquility in a maelstrom of raging emotions. Byakuya stood behind Ichigo in his shinigami form, his face showing nothing of his feelings on the situation.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” a dark haired woman clad in the uniform of the Elements, said, “We are all aware that the Japanese Prime Minister’s son was recently assassinated. Prime Minister Takada merely allowed his own grief to consume him. The Prime Minister’s actions are not indicative of all Japanese people’s tendencies. It could have happened to anyone.”
“Be that as it may!” another man dressed in a military uniform barked, “That does not change the fact that the Japanese attacked a roomful of delegates unprovoked.”
“This again,” Ichigo said calmly, rising from his seat, “You have succeeded in repeating the same thing over and over since this meeting began. Please calm down, or are you looking for a reason to break off the unification process and start another war?”
“You–“ the man started to say.
“While it has already been confirmed that the Japanese Prime Minister attacked unprovoked,” Ichigo continued, heedless of the other delegates’ attempts to speak, “let us not forget that the Prime Minister Takada has just lost his only son and heir to an assassination. Grief makes everyone lose some sense, and the Prime Minister is no different. As we speak, the Prime Minister is under house arrest in the Beijing Japanese Embassy. The invest–“
“Say nothing!” a dark skinned woman barked, rising to her feet, “What would you know?! You’re only here because of your mother! Don’t presume to dicta–“
“Ambassador Leyla,” another ambassador said, “you are out of line. Kurosaki-dono had nothing to do with the Beijing shootings. If anything, he too, is a victim, or have you forgotten that Kurosaki Masaki, one of the world’s foremost peace advocates, was one of the victims of the shooting?”
“Ambassador Rossi is correct, Ambassador Leyla,” another female ambassador said, “the Kurosaki family has been steadfast advocates for peace over the years. Let us not let their work go to waste with meaningless recriminations that may well end whatever progress has been made.”
Ambassador Leyla huffed as she sat down, but said nothing more.
Behind Ichigo, Byakuya watched the proceedings with concern. The noble leaned down and asked quietly, “What are the chances of avoiding conflict?”
Ichigo propped his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together and leaned forward so his mouth was hidden and said quietly, “Very low.”
Byakuya gave the teen a concerned look and discretely squeezed his shoulder. Ichigo leaned back and tilted his head slightly in acknowledgement of the gesture.
“It’ll be alright,” Ichigo whispered, “I hope…”
Byakuya was not reassured as he watched the delegates discuss the recent developments, noting that unlike previous meetings, there was no mention of the unification process.
~*~*~*~
Byakuya held his communicator to his ear and listened as Hitsugaya reported the status of things in Karakura. Once all reports were finished, he closed the communicator and turned toward Ichigo who was adjusting his tie.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t attend, Kurosaki?” he asked.
Ichigo gave the noble a bland look. “It’ll be fine,” the redhead said quietly, “Today is mostly an overview of what the Elements have found in their investigations thus far. Afterwards, we’ll discuss methods of furthering the unification process. Nothing will happen.”
Byakuya wasn’t so sure of that, but he nodded and watched as his young husband left the room.
As the door closed, the noble felt a feeling of foreboding fall over him…
~*~*~*~
A week later, Ichigo stormed into his office, the heavy oaken doors slamming shut behind him. A few minutes later, Rukia warily stepped into the office, suppressing the urge to run away as Ichigo’s furious eyes turned toward her.
“Ichigo?” Rukia ventured deeper into the office, feeling uncomfortable as smoldering eyes glared at her from the face of her friend and brother-in-law that was almost unrecognizable by the intensity of his anger. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“Go back to Inoue’s home, Rukia,” Ichigo’s voice was rough with restrained fury. “Go to Inoue’s and turn on the television or the radio, whichever you prefer and you should know exactly what happened.”
~*~*~*~
“–war,” Hitsugaya repeated dumbly, “The human world is at war?”
Byakuya nodded tiredly.
Hitsugaya sighed. “Kurosaki must be beating himself up over this,” the younger captain said, “After all that work to keep a war from breaking out three months ago, only to have it break out now, over an assassination…”
“Things are getting more complicated,” Byakuya agreed, “And Kurosaki in particular will be fighting two wars at once…”
~*~*~*~
“I’m sorry,” Ichigo said. “I couldn’t preserve the peace that you wanted so badly…”
The room was silent but for the steady beating of the heart monitor.
~*~*~*~
The shinigami were gathered in the living room of the Kurosaki family. The atmosphere was tense as the gathered Soul Reapers discussed the two wars and the possible repercussions for those with ties to both worlds.
Silence fell as they heard the soft tread of a child’s feet against the stairs. The atmosphere turned expectant as the figure of Kurosaki Karin appeared at the foot of the stairwell.
“Ichi-nii was just called away to an emergency conference in Argentina,” Karin said softly.
This news did not surprise the shinigami. They had all known the moment the news of the war had been announced that things would change and war plans up to this point would have to be altered. At this point, whether or not Ichigo was a son of the House of Kyouraku didn’t matter for he was first and foremost a child of the living world and even if he could easily carry the two titles, he would break under the weight of bearing the responsibilities of both worlds. Battle plans and strategies would have to be rewritten and altered as to not unduly burden the young substitute shinigami, and new allies would have to be found to fill in the spot left empty by Ichigo’s withdrawal from the Shinigami’s war for the Human’s War. Much would have to be done, and unfortunately, there would be very little time in which to do it.
In the meantime, a mad scheme had formed in Karin’s mind. It was a daring scheme, one that would probably blow up in her face the moment she proposed it, but at the moment, it may well be the only hope that Seireitei would have for even partially filling in the empty spot that Ichigo would leave. The eldest Kurosaki daughter gathered her courage to ask her question.
“Please,” Karin said, drawing the attention of the shinigami to her once again, “Please teach me to be a shinigami so I can fight in Ichi-nii’s place!”
The Shinigami were a mixture of horrified and flabbergasted.
~*~*~*~
TBC