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Saturday, August 25, 2007

A bit of my fanfic
This just came out of my head, but its the beginning of the Bleach fanfic I mentioned. Its a newborn child, in a sense, I just wanted to put it up, and Im not sure if I will really work on it, because I have another story to work on:
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Azael was walking down the starlit path in one of the far off districts in Soul Society. Not too much crime occured in this area, but on the rare occasion there would be some idiot who would try to commit a crime. This was Azael's opinion. He didnt like people who would just give up and throw away their lives. He would tell himself that they were pathetic to just give up like that. Azael had the appearance of 13 year old, but acted much mature for his age. He did not know when he first entered Soul Society, but he believes it has been many years. He was also a helpful person in the surrounding districts. He always did little jobs for people earning money. Azael's goal was to be able to have enough money to travel, because he wants to visit the best districts around the Soul Society. He got rid of the ragged clothing he once wore and replaced with ones he recently bought. One told him that his current clothing makes him look like a student at the academy, where they train Shinigami. His hair was somewhat long, it reached his eyes, but he always shoved it aside when it got in his way. His hair was black and his eyes were two different colors, green and blue. He was somewhat tall for his age, approaching 5' 9" Little did Azael know that his night-time walk would end him up in a completely unexpected predicament.

Azael heard a scream off in the distance, down the path. Alerted, he ran towards the direction of the scream. "Must be a simple robbery again, pathetic people" he said running. Azael quickly stopped as he sensed someones reiatsu(spirit energy) quickly deplete to almost zero. Then he smelled blood. He darted even quicker towards the scream. He tripped on something in the road and fell hard to the ground, scraping his hands. He cursed to himself and got up. He turned around to see what he tripped over. It was body surrounded by a pool of blood. This body was laying face up, staring at the sky. He was barely alive. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked this man.

The mans reaction was minimal. He slowly turned his head to where Azael was standing. He moved his right hand with extreme pain and rested it on something covered with cloth next to him.

Azael sensed a surege of energy within him. What could that have been?

The mans lips moved barely as he whispered his last words, "Take.... this.....to...the...Captain of... 1st squad.....of the... thirteen... protection squads....and hand him... the note... in... my.... hand." With those final words, the man died.

Azael was shocked. Not from the blood, but from someone dying in front of him. He quickly shook away his sudden suprise and loosened the grasp of the mans right hand. And in it was a folded up piece of paper. Azael did not dare to read it, so he put it in his pouch tied to his waist. He then looked at the object and noticed that it had a handle. He decided to unwrap this object to see what it is. His body surged with energy again. This time, it caused him to kneel down on his left knee. This object was a sword. Its length was that of a normal katana. At the bottom of this blade, was someones name in hirigana. He assumed that was the maker of the sword. He knew this must be important, so he decided to deliver this note and weapon to the 1st squad captain. He then picked up the weapon by its handle. Azael then blacked out, or he couldnt see he thought.

"So you are the one thats destined to be my master." A voice said. It sounded as if this voice was that of the wind, for it was like a whisper, or a breeze. "Remember my name and let it become yours. I am Arashi-Taka"
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I didnt want to put too much more up^^ As I said, it just popped out of my head. Maybe more tomorrow, Im not sure. A lot has been flowing through my mind. Something I believe is important. So I will think on it and see everyone later. Matane^^

-Zano
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