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This fanfic takes place in Soul Society. Also, if I get good crits and good comments, I may continue this. Theres a big story going on in this one.
Kingusari stands for Golden Chain. If you dont really get it, before Ishida got the glove, he was using a silver chain with a cross on it. << Fake-Spoiler About Quincy There.
Prologue
Daichi woke up. The sun glared against his blue eyes through the window, and he shielded them with his hands. He only needed to shield the lower-half of his eyes, however, as his brown hair was long enough to cover the top half. The bed was unusually soft, and he decided to stay down for a little longer.
Time passed, and the door to his room was soon smashed in. A tall figure walked in, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword. Daichi could not, or would not, see the face of the man. His silhouette held that of a Shinigami, the black clothes with a white trim, the sandals that clinked against rock, but his soul held a dark taint to it. In his mind, the bed suddenly switched to face the door, head on. The room darkened, the only light coming from the open door.
Daichi watched the man walk to him, taking confident, slow strides and he remembered nothing else, alas one thing.
âLead the Dark Hilt, young first born.â
Chapter One
A hundred years laterâ¦
Kiyoshi woke up. The sun glared in his eyes through the window, but he didnât care. He felt no pain. He never did, after the incident. He sat up straight, looking at his door. He knew it would be smashed in soon. He knew how to fight back.
No later than half a minute, his door was smashed in. A tall figure walked in, hand resting on the hilt of his zanpaku-to. He drew the sword. The room darkened.
No, this is not how it is meant to be, Kiyoshiâs brown eyes widened. Was his vision false? Was he going to be killed?
He bounced up from his bed and sprang from the side-wall into the Shinigami, kicking him in the face. The Shinigami fell over into the light, his face revealed. Kiyoshi did not recognize it, did not care for it. He smashed his foot down into itâ¦
To hit bare dirt. The town was awake and watching, and the Shinigami was nowhere to be seen. He spat on the ground, and went to collect what was remaining of his door.
The town that Kiyoshi lives in is small, and like most Soul Society towns, it consisted of mainly generic Japanese houses, with a few large houses here and there. They contained the management crew of the <st1 ="">:S<st1:address w:st="on">Village Circle.</st1:address></st1> The <st1 ="">:S<st1:address w:st="on">Village Circle</st1:address></st1>:S consisted of five men and six women, who ran the town. With the large commotion Kiyoshi and the mystery man caused, the whole town had gathered in a circle around Kiyoshiâs home, which was close to a river dividing his town in half.
An onlooker offered to help, but Kiyoshi smiled and said he didnât need any. The man grinned in reply, and he had a cracked tooth. He pointed to Kiyoshiâs foot, where paper was stuck to it.
Kiyoshi bent down, took it off, and read it. The script was fairly neat, and he laughed at how much time it took the person to write this.
âMortal, approach the gate to your city. We are unarmed,â
This was quite a puzzle for Kiyoshi, and he ran a hand through his brown hair, that glinted orange in the sun. It hung just below his eyebrows, and the back lower-half was neatly tied in a ponytail. He stood out because of it, and most humans thought he was naturally orange-haired.
Frowning, Kiyoshi went inside his house, and grabbed a scabbard from the bed. It was a fine blade, which was given to him by an old sensei of the town. However, with generations of use, the blade has gotten tired of people killing messily and rusted. Years of magic has repaired only the arrogance.
He also fetched his Shinigami clothing from underneath his bed. He received this during his last swordmaster session. The sensei, who wasnât a Shinigami, gave it to Kiyoshi, saying: âI killed an over-confident man in the woods. I have washed these daily, and they are too big for me. Perhaps you will fit them better,â But to his own amazement, instead of being black with a white trim, it was now the opposite. He put it on, as well as his cloth belt with a sword-slot, and set off for the gate.
âIt will be a long walkâ¦â Kiyoshi muttered. The crowd dispersed at the sight of Kiyoshi. âThe gate may be five hours away. It has been a long time since I have been there,â
âBANZAI!!â A small human tackled Kiyoshi to the ground, piling on top of him and grinned.
âNow you wonât be leaving without me, will you?â Kiyoshi looked at the boyâs face and sighed. It was round, happy and energetic. The young boy had black hair, and a flat nose. His mouth was unusually large, and his eyes were too.
âAkio, now is not the time, I got to leave this city, yo.â
âWhy?â Akioâs face lit up at an opportunity.
âNot telling.â
âWhy?â
âBecause the road might be dangerous.â
âWhy?â
âBandits have taken refuge in the roads,â
âWhy?â
âTo hell if I know! All I know is that I need to leave.â
âWhy?â
Kiyoshi kicked Akio off him and threw him in the nearby river. Before the splash, there was a loud, âWEEEEEE!!!!â
âBetter run now,â Kiyoshi surveyed the scene and sprinted the right way to the gate, pausing every few minutes to check if Akio was following him. He smiled as he saw no sign of Akio⦠or any humans to be exact. The street was empty, and he felt no evil.
âStrangeâ¦â He surveyed the area around him, and felt a blade close to his neck.
âCome with me, or the young man dies,â
Akio was brought in front of him, with two men pointing spirit arrows at him.
â<st1:city w:st="on"><st1 ="">Quincy</st1>...</st1:city>â Kiyoshi closed his eyes, and he was knocked out.
Kingusari stands for Golden Chain. If you dont really get it, before Ishida got the glove, he was using a silver chain with a cross on it. << Fake-Spoiler About Quincy There.
Prologue
Daichi woke up. The sun glared against his blue eyes through the window, and he shielded them with his hands. He only needed to shield the lower-half of his eyes, however, as his brown hair was long enough to cover the top half. The bed was unusually soft, and he decided to stay down for a little longer.
Time passed, and the door to his room was soon smashed in. A tall figure walked in, his hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword. Daichi could not, or would not, see the face of the man. His silhouette held that of a Shinigami, the black clothes with a white trim, the sandals that clinked against rock, but his soul held a dark taint to it. In his mind, the bed suddenly switched to face the door, head on. The room darkened, the only light coming from the open door.
Daichi watched the man walk to him, taking confident, slow strides and he remembered nothing else, alas one thing.
âLead the Dark Hilt, young first born.â
Chapter One
A hundred years laterâ¦
Kiyoshi woke up. The sun glared in his eyes through the window, but he didnât care. He felt no pain. He never did, after the incident. He sat up straight, looking at his door. He knew it would be smashed in soon. He knew how to fight back.
No later than half a minute, his door was smashed in. A tall figure walked in, hand resting on the hilt of his zanpaku-to. He drew the sword. The room darkened.
No, this is not how it is meant to be, Kiyoshiâs brown eyes widened. Was his vision false? Was he going to be killed?
He bounced up from his bed and sprang from the side-wall into the Shinigami, kicking him in the face. The Shinigami fell over into the light, his face revealed. Kiyoshi did not recognize it, did not care for it. He smashed his foot down into itâ¦
To hit bare dirt. The town was awake and watching, and the Shinigami was nowhere to be seen. He spat on the ground, and went to collect what was remaining of his door.
The town that Kiyoshi lives in is small, and like most Soul Society towns, it consisted of mainly generic Japanese houses, with a few large houses here and there. They contained the management crew of the <st1 ="">:S<st1:address w:st="on">Village Circle.</st1:address></st1> The <st1 ="">:S<st1:address w:st="on">Village Circle</st1:address></st1>:S consisted of five men and six women, who ran the town. With the large commotion Kiyoshi and the mystery man caused, the whole town had gathered in a circle around Kiyoshiâs home, which was close to a river dividing his town in half.
An onlooker offered to help, but Kiyoshi smiled and said he didnât need any. The man grinned in reply, and he had a cracked tooth. He pointed to Kiyoshiâs foot, where paper was stuck to it.
Kiyoshi bent down, took it off, and read it. The script was fairly neat, and he laughed at how much time it took the person to write this.
âMortal, approach the gate to your city. We are unarmed,â
This was quite a puzzle for Kiyoshi, and he ran a hand through his brown hair, that glinted orange in the sun. It hung just below his eyebrows, and the back lower-half was neatly tied in a ponytail. He stood out because of it, and most humans thought he was naturally orange-haired.
Frowning, Kiyoshi went inside his house, and grabbed a scabbard from the bed. It was a fine blade, which was given to him by an old sensei of the town. However, with generations of use, the blade has gotten tired of people killing messily and rusted. Years of magic has repaired only the arrogance.
He also fetched his Shinigami clothing from underneath his bed. He received this during his last swordmaster session. The sensei, who wasnât a Shinigami, gave it to Kiyoshi, saying: âI killed an over-confident man in the woods. I have washed these daily, and they are too big for me. Perhaps you will fit them better,â But to his own amazement, instead of being black with a white trim, it was now the opposite. He put it on, as well as his cloth belt with a sword-slot, and set off for the gate.
âIt will be a long walkâ¦â Kiyoshi muttered. The crowd dispersed at the sight of Kiyoshi. âThe gate may be five hours away. It has been a long time since I have been there,â
âBANZAI!!â A small human tackled Kiyoshi to the ground, piling on top of him and grinned.
âNow you wonât be leaving without me, will you?â Kiyoshi looked at the boyâs face and sighed. It was round, happy and energetic. The young boy had black hair, and a flat nose. His mouth was unusually large, and his eyes were too.
âAkio, now is not the time, I got to leave this city, yo.â
âWhy?â Akioâs face lit up at an opportunity.
âNot telling.â
âWhy?â
âBecause the road might be dangerous.â
âWhy?â
âBandits have taken refuge in the roads,â
âWhy?â
âTo hell if I know! All I know is that I need to leave.â
âWhy?â
Kiyoshi kicked Akio off him and threw him in the nearby river. Before the splash, there was a loud, âWEEEEEE!!!!â
âBetter run now,â Kiyoshi surveyed the scene and sprinted the right way to the gate, pausing every few minutes to check if Akio was following him. He smiled as he saw no sign of Akio⦠or any humans to be exact. The street was empty, and he felt no evil.
âStrangeâ¦â He surveyed the area around him, and felt a blade close to his neck.
âCome with me, or the young man dies,â
Akio was brought in front of him, with two men pointing spirit arrows at him.
â<st1:city w:st="on"><st1 ="">Quincy</st1>...</st1:city>â Kiyoshi closed his eyes, and he was knocked out.