Okay. This is the first part of the first chapter of the Bleach Fanfiction I'm working on. I'm kind of planning a sequel, too – that is, if I don't just make it all one story. So for now, it's in two parts. The first part's about 5,804 words long so far (and this is all the separate pieces and scenes), and the second's about 2,804 words long so far (separate scenes as well). (8,608 words in all.) I hope I can finish it, because I love the ideas it's brought. I hope to finish (or nearly finish) soon. I wanna post it so bad! Hope you enjoy!
Feet pounding the ground, he ran as fast as he could. Breathing ragged, arms pumping, he did all he could to get away from the monster. Mere months after arriving in this strange new world, he had started being chased by the most horrible creatures he had ever seen. He was always getting into fights with others, so no one noticed when he was in trouble- which wasn't always a good (or bad) thing. Spying an empty shack straight ahead, he sprinted up to it and dove into the entryway. Curling into a corner, he took a few deep breaths to clam himself down.
"Okay… 'm fine… 'm 'live 'n' that monster is not gonna kill me," he said to himself. "Ev'rything is jus'-" He broke off at a massive roaring. Freezing in fear, he crawled out of his hiding spot, only to give a cry of alarm when a wall and part of the ceiling tumbled down. Coughing at the dust, he glared at the huge white beast. "Alright. Ya asked fer it!" he shouting. Getting to his feet, he ran and jumped.
Looking around, she noticed that no one had decided to join her. "Great. Just lovely. A solo mission." Pulling out her Soul Pager, she spoke into the end while trying to sense anything she could. Finally, she heard a response on the other end. "Hello? Yes, this is Rukia Kuchiki, requesting backup." She hated talking to the 12th Division representatives. "Rukongai 80th district. Thank you," she gave a nod before ending the call. Checking around, she felt a spike in Hollow spiritual pressure. Jumping on top of the nearest building for a better look, she again tried to sense anything extraordinary. With a gasp, she looked over a saw what looked like a toddler attacking a Hollow. "Ah! There!" she shouted as she leapt after it. Hitting the ground quietly, she drew her zanpaktou. Wielding it above her head, she placed her hand on the dull edge of the blade and released it.
"Dance; Sode no Shirayuki!" The zanpaktou burst with power on the spiritual level. Everything about the Soul Slayer turned pure white. The blade itself was a gleaming, snowy white while a long, graceful white tassel sprung from the end of the hilt and wrapped itself in the very air around it. The atmosphere around the katana literally cooled down when the ribbon gave a small flick with the soft chiming of bells. Rukia Kuchiki owned the most beautiful zanpaktou in the whole of the Soul Society. This was her Shikai.
"Rukia!" cried a familiar voice from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she caught sight of her oldest and closest friend, Renji Abarai. "I came as soon as I heard," he told her.
"Renji!" Rukia smiled and held up her sword. "C'mon! It's this way!" she exclaimed, running towards it.
"Right!" he nodded as he followed.
Arriving at the right location, the two were immediately greeted by the swing of the monster's appendage and a crash, followed by an "Umph!" Giving each other a quick looks of confusion, they ran over to where the dust was settling. With a start of surprise, they stared into the smoke.
Sitting amongst the rubble was a small boy, probably no older than nine, with a head of bright orange hair, a tattered kimono (which, Rukia noted, closely resembled a Soul Reapers' uniform), and a long stick beside him. Coughing, he looking up and froze at the sight ahead, his smooth brown eyes growing wide.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Renji asked in slight concern.
"Renji! You take care of it, and I'll take care of him!" Rukia shouted, rushing to the boy's side. Watching as her partner made off with a nod, she inspected the child.
"Roar, Zabimaru!" Renji called, releasing the zanpaktou. It glowed with a pale red hued energy as it grew and extended, separating into many parts. Each separate blade had a longer end jutting out, which together formed a highly serrated edge. The blunt side colored black, while the actual blades remained their deadly silver. Very menacing, if Renji could say so himself. Hearing a gasp behind him, the confident man turned to the boy.
"Impressed?" Renji asked with a smirk.
"No," the kid scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So ya've got 'n extendable weapon. So what? I bet cha suck a' close range combat." The kid then completely ignored the armed fighter.
Renji was perturbed. Had a child just judged him on his presumed performance? What did he know about fighting! With a growl, the Soul Reaper spun and took a strike.
Zabimaru lashed out and around the beast, nearly encircling it. Unfortunately, it didn't work, as the creature had grabbed the sections in between the blades and gave a rough yank, dragging the hilt out of the tattooed one's surprised hand with a cry of shock. "No, Zabimaru! Rukia! Do something!" Renji shouted.
Unfortunately, she didn't hear in time. As she turned, she saw her friend's zanpaktou coming right towards them.
Straight at the kid.
Sorry. I HAD to leave a cliffhanger! Please don't kill me!
Tell me what'cha think (if you want, but I'm curious to know if I should keep going). I'll try my very hardest to finish quickly!