Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Destructive Paths ❯ The Beginning of The Second Semester! ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Bleach Characters are courtesy of Tite Kubo. Kirotsuchi Azami is my own creation.

 

Ichigo's POV

 

I groaned as I heard my alarm clock go off, it was the beginning of my second year at school; I was in tenth grade now. I pushed up from my bed, stretched, then a medium sized ball of golden-yellow and brown was hurling toward me.

 

I quickly lifted my hand and caught the ball, squishing it down and tossing it off to the side, “annoying me so early in the morning, don't you have anything else to do?” I heard myself ask the crumpled stuffed animal laying on the floor in a twitching fashion; the stuffed animal shot a glare up at me, before standing up quickly and pointing toward the window.

 

I turned around and noticed that there was a battle between and Hollow and Shinigami not that far away, I noticed the Shinigami was undeniably female; from what I could see she had a nice body hidden under her uniform.

 

I watched her jump between building to building, the Hollow shooting out a tentacle toward her and my eyes followed her every movement; the brush of her raven and crimson tresses against the pale flesh of her lower arms and face, the graceful movements of her shunpo and kido.

 

I heard distinctly as she cried out, “O lord, mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of man, truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams, unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Way of Destruction number 33, Soukatsui!” there was a flash of bright light that was electrically blue in color, when the smoke from the kido had disappeared I realized that the Hollow was disintegrating. I shrugged my shoulders, if that was being taken care of by someone else, I didn't have to worry about it.

 

I set about getting ready for school, walking into my bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror; for a brief moment I saw Zangetsu floating there within the mirrors confines but that flash quickly died and Shirosaki was left.

 

Shirosaki watched me with his insanely wide and large black and yellow eyes, his pale deathly white skin shimmering with the slight rain the inner world within his mind had, and his white hair plastered itself against the sides of his temples, his forehead, and his face. A single sigh parted my lips as I heard him ask that imminent question, “can I come out and play yet, it's awfully boring in here with just that old man for company, and he's boring!” There was just a slight hint of desperation in his voice, but any thought of fighting him had left my mind when I almost crumbled under a reiatsu I didn't recognize.

 

I found my hand against the mirror, and Shirosaki's fingers curled into my own and I pulled him from the mirror. His materialization into the real world was quick and he shuddered in anticipation of what was to come, I looked at him, then over toward my window where I saw the girl that had destroyed the hollow was seated on the window ledge and pulling on Kon's arms.

 

I watched her movements as she looked up, eyeing Shirosaki deductively, before she closed her eyes and continued to pull Kon's arms. Kon was damned near tears, I could tell by looking at him. I almost laughed but held my tongue; Shirosaki wasn't that generous to the agonized plush toy.

 

The hollowized spirit standing beside of me busted out into one of his genuine insane laughing fits, before he silenced himself slowly, his tongue flicking out over his pale lips to wet them. And within that moment her eyes snapped open, I could barely keep up with her movements as she sped across the room, pulling her Zanpakuto and holding it against Shirosaki's neck.

 

Her reiatsu flared with intensity, I felt it lap at my bare chest and over my bare feet. I grimaced as I heard Shirosaki start laughing again; I knew he thought up another way to get his “playtime” as he called it.

 

I shook my head and moved from the vicinity but before I got too far I saw the girl race out of my window, her movements barely comprehensible to my human eye at the moment; she was racing toward the school. Just as she was about to turn a corner, she pulled out a substitute body, pulling it up and returning herself into it.

 

I just simply shook my head and hurriedly shoved Shirosaki back through the mirror, getting dressed in my uniform; grabbing a piece of toast and my bag on the way out, without being seen by my younger sisters.

 

I moved quickly, though at a leisurely pace through the streets until I reached the school. I saw Inoue, Sado, Ishida, and Tatsuki all standing outside for the moment.