Hello guys and gals~
Not sure where this came from. I can't really remember when I wrote this short little drabble...er thingy. I remember having writers block while I was watching bleach and then this spawned. XD
Forgive the shortness. I found this again when I was looking through old files and decided to post it for the heck of it. Please forgive any mistakes; I still don't have a beta reader. Hope you like it.
It was midnight and the darkness threatened to consume all. The only solace was the shining white orb in the sky, the moon. The pure round full white moon. The dim light peaked through the dense smoke gray clouds that blocked out the stars. A lone cry in the distance and the clap of thunder shook the silence of the night. A storm was brewing. It was only just a matter of time before the rain came and showered the earth and lightening streaked across the sky.
It's not just to say that the weather was bad, oh no, it was only the calm before the storm. You know, that feeling you get from deep within you? How you know something is up and it's going to happen and you're powerless to stop it?
Several shinigami lined the sands of Hueco Mundo. There tension hung in the air like the storm clouds that hung over head. Hands gripping the hilts of their zanpakutous, clenching until knuckles turned white. The shifting of weight, the scuffling of feet upon the dry desert sand. Anticipation and nerves caused the stomach to twist and turn and knot up.
The startled gasps when the enemy appeared, the loud sound of merciless down pour that the clouds had let loose, the evil laugh of the leader. "You fools, did you really think you had a chance of defeating me?"
Aizen was a cocky one, he was. He let his ambitions get the best of him and that was would lead to his downfall. This was it, the moment that they had been training for, for months. It was finally upon them and now that the time had come, many felt that they weren't ready – as if all their training had been for naught.
No one could blame them though, after all, who couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable in the presence of such a powerful enemy? The sound of the captain's haori flapping in the wind, the shift in the temperature as the steady downpour headed towards what would soon be the blood bath of a battlefield that would soon be littered with the bodies of the deceased. There would be many who would not walk away from this fight, but they would be buried with honor.
"This is the end of the line for you Aizen," the old captain commander declared as he raised his staff above his head.
Aizen said nothing as he simply stood on a ledge with a cocky smirk on his face.
In amidst what would soon be the battle ground two figures stood in the back away from the others. One of them, a petite female the other was a vertically challenged grumpy dragon who had temporarily wondered away from his division. "Rukia-chan be careful," he whispered as he held her close.
"Toshi-kun, I'll be fine, just focus on keeping yourself alive," She whispered back.
Before the young man could say another word, the sudden flash of lightning, the loud earth-shaking rattle of thunder, and the battle cries of their allies signified the battle's start.
It was now or never – the war had begun. Everything was a gamble now. Life and Death. It all hung in the delicate hands of fate. The couple looked into each other's eyes. The same message reflected back and forth like a series of mirrors. Please stay safe.