160: Bleach The Alternate Tale ~ blackout2010
Note - This is the 50,000 word fanfic I was supposed to post on the eighth. Still working on catching up... and I plan on doing so... though I am getting father and father behind it seems.
Title: Bleach: The Alternate Tale
Name: Kurosaki Ichigo and the entire Bleach cast.
Suethor/Stuthor?: blackout2010
Rating: Ganju
Pairings: Ichigo/Soifon
Stats: 278,400 words, 20 chapters and 223 reviews. That means the average for each chapter is about 13,920 words and 11 reviews.
Appearance: It goes without saying that the characters look like themselves.
Background: To quote the summary, “We all know that Ichigo Kurosaki was a human who became a Shinigami, but what would happen if he was always a Shinigami when the events of bleach happened, perhaps an altered story.” Ichigo's powers go postal and Toshiro suggests that he be placed in the care of Soifon.
Sue Qualifications: First off, Ichigo's powers are out of control in this fanfic despite the fact the abnormal growth was attributed to the fact he was a hybrid, so that shouldn't even be part of the storyline, particularly since he's been growing at a normal rate before this. Second, Ichigo is turned into a hormonal teenager who notices his captain. Third, Isshin is not in the picture, but his mother is. What is up with that? He's also got his hollow powers despite the fact there was nothing to trigger it.
Annoying Attributes: Do you know what some of this word count consists of? Really annoying script authors notes with random questions most of the readers don't even care about. I also unfortunately agree with the other reviewers. This IS the best fanfic I've read for this ship. I hadn't thought of this before I glanced through the reviews, but I am left wondering... how many fanfics written for this ship are actually guys having their wish fulfillment with Soifon? Hmm... that would explain a lot of things actually. The characterization is also flat compared to the original.
Sample:
The Seireitei, the epicenter of the court of pure souls where the Shinigami live, who protect and guide the innocent souls to Soul Society while at the same time destroying their sworn enemies who threaten the balance of the afterlife: The monsters known as hollows. It is here that almost fifty years ago that several Taicho's and Fuka-Taicho's mysteriously vanished, labeled as monsters, K.I.A or traitors by the members of the central 46, one of the main ruling bodies of Soul Society, the details of the incident forever locked away under red tape. Though the focus on story our takes place one morning, several decades after that forbidden incident in the second division barracks, particularly the Taicho's office
"Goddamn it! Where is this man!" the angry second division captain hissed as she pounded her clenched fist into the desk causing some of the finished paper work to fly up in the air, while the desk itself rattled and creaked in its attempts to not break and fall down in a broken heap on the floor
The petite dark blue haired captain of squad two got up from her desk to pick up the completed reports, and after returning them to their previous spot on her desk, she started to pace back and forth, her twin bands of hair that had constantly tailed her for the past fifty years, moving with each motion of her lithe form. She stopped after the third repetition of her small line walk, her foot tapping in annoyance while she was glaring holes through her office door.
The woman was currently not a happy camper, and wasn't known for her patience when it came to dealing with others. In fact just recently at the Captain's meeting she was assigned a so called 'prodigy' to help train him, the same prodigy who was currently pissing her off by making her wait and cutting into time that could be better spent training for the eventual encounter against 'Her'.
She scoffed at remembering the events that had transpired 'wonderful…'
(Flashback)
In a building at the center of Seireitei a quick meeting was called to order to address something, a request from one of the Taicho's. The doors opened and a scarred old man with a cane and white Haori with the kanji for one walked in between two lines of various looking individuals who all sported a similar white Haori before standing at the end of the hall and turning to face the individuals with a hard look. This man was the Sou-taicho of the Gotei 13 Shinigami Corps and leader of the first division, Yamamoto Shigekuni Genryusai. The aged man banged his staff against the floor to gain their attention and call the reason for the assembled committee of captains
"Greetings Taichos, today I have a very important announcement to make regarding one of our Shinigami" the old man declared causing some of the Taicho's to tilt their head slightly but otherwise remain unreadable and in their respective place in the line
"Oh and what's that Yama-jiji?" the very flamboyant voice of eighth division captain, Shisui Kyoraku inquired tipping his samurai hat up past his eyes to reveal his rugged face, his pink cloak on his shoulders swaying slightly with his sudden movement
"It is about one of our newest Shinigami. Kurosaki Ichigo of the tenth division. I believe you know of him, as well as Unohana-taicho as does Ukitake-taicho who sadly couldn't make it due to his illness" said the aged man as he glance towards Unohana while his staff pointed to the empty spot across from Mayuri
"Yes, Yamamoto-Soutaicho. I am familiar with the man through his mother Masaki-sama." The smiling dark haired woman with a coiled ponytail going down over her full chest with a Haori with the symbol for four, spoke up in her calm gentle voice with just a hint of curiosity "Though what does this meeting have to do with him pray tell?"
The old man turned his head slightly "You see Unohana-Taicho the boy has recently and unexplainably jumped staggeringly in power in terms of his spiritual pressure and strength, almost overnight. The request coming from Hitsuguaya-Taicho himself, wishes to help the boy mask and control his powers somewhat."
"Why the hell would you want the boy's powers restrained old man? I thought you wanted people to always go all out. You know 'be all they can be and that bullshit', now your hindering them?" the spiky haired captain wearing the eye patch with the ripped Haori of eleven asked in his usual fashion "Hell transfer him over to my squad, we could use people like him!" he smiled wickedly already picturing the blood bath they'd create if he was an unbound individual like himself
"No, Zaraki-Taicho, I said 'mask' as in hide not restrained as in your case, and no Kurotsuchi-Taicho, you may not perform any experiments on him, and that is a direct order from me." effectively shutting up the deranged man before he could speak, who discreetly glared at the aged man knowing that any research was efficiently canceled until he could think up something else to do to go around it.
"The boy's spiritual pressure is simply too strong for his own good and those around him, but not strong enough to warrant the expenses of producing another reiatsu-absorbing eye-patch." He explained, causing some of the Taicho's to either get confused, as to why this boy was having such a random jump in power as most Shinigami in the academy max out rather quickly about three or four years into the service, or wide eyed over the fact that one of their own was a danger to even his own allies albeit unconsciously.
The young white haired boy in the two lines of people with the kanji of ten on his back stepped forward "That is why I am requesting, that he learn how to mask and control it during a tour of service in the second division" he said in a bored tone, wishing to get this meeting over and done with so he could finish the paperwork that his fuka-taicho once again didn't finished due to her renown drinking habits.
That was from chapter one, this is from chapter two...
Ichigo awoke from his dreams early the next morning very annoyed; because, during his nice, quiet, peaceful and serene dream sequence involving a stroll through the lovely gardens of soul society with his beloved mother Masaki at his side, it was completely fucked up by the presence of hollow Zangetsu busting in and taking it over in a hostile fashion.
Which was then made worse by the fact he started to send many, MANY vivid images of the two women he met earlier doing some rather risqué things with the orange haired teenager forcing the poor boy to knock his hollow's head into a building and contacting the other Zangetsu for clean up. Right now, Ichigo was truly thankful he lived through the night and NOT died of blood loss due to a nose bleed.
'Pffft! Whatever King! I know you want it and you know you want it. So let's cut the crap and cut loose today so we can get YOUR captain's UNDIVIDED attention! The hollow declared proudly, eager to get the king laid because essential it would be the same as him getting laid.
And he was all for that!
'Do you really have to be like this?' Ichigo asked incredulously
The hollow shook his head in mock disappointment "Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo…I'm a being with very simple and basic needs. One, I need to talk with someone else aside from pole ass. Two, if it can be helped by all means kill or destroy something by the end of the day. Third, you need to release 'stress'.
His grin grew wider revealing all of his sharp white teeth, with barely concealed joy "Maybe you could find a cheap hooker like that Matsumoto chick, if you're feeling adventures you could have some 'off time' with the 'cold queen' and if you play your cards just right, you could cash in on that three-some I mentioned earlier!" He then erupted into a cackle of laughter at seeing the king blush.
Damn it was a good day to be alive for the Hollow.
Swearing off his hollows thoughts for his Sanities sake, Ichigo got dressed and went down to the cafeteria to grab a quick bite to eat before the grueling training that was supposedly the place was renowned for commenced, later that hour. After finishing his food and properly disposing of it he proceeded down the hallway towards the central pavilion where they were to gather, when he ran into Subaru again. The two talked for a bit about little things before she told him it was nearly time to begin and for him to keep his mouth shut and stand next to her if he wanted to live. A few more minutes past and the members of the second division formed up in several lines and stood at attention, awaiting their leader who arrived exactly at six like promised. Her expression stoic, while her soul piercing gaze carefully looked over all of them, making note of those who were here for drill and who weren't present and would be smoked before being punished accordingly.
Ichigo while loath to admit it was very intimidated by his new Taicho and her entrance. The moment she arrived he could have swore that the atmosphere around him dropped a couple of degrees and everyone went so quiet that a pin drop could be heard from the other side of the grounds. He was now looking at the feared Ice queen; her eyes were as cold as steel and her power radiated off her commanding respect from even the bravest Shinigami.
She took two predatorily steps forward calling the attention of everyone there and began speaking in her arctic tone "Alright trash, today we just received yet another sad soul to join you all in hell!" she quickly nudged her head over towards Ichigo's position but didn't even bother looking at him "State your name dead man!"
Ichigo scowled at her insults, but let it go chalking it up as her normal behavior "Ichigo Kurosaki, formerly of the tenth division" speaking tersely having learned not to reveal too much again.
Seeing that she found it acceptable, he remained silent and listened to her rant a bit to the troops until…
"Sorry, I am late Taicho, but I just finished the paperwork!" a loud voice yelled as a large heavily built, as in fat, man came barreling through the entranceway. The man didn't even get five more steps in before, Ichigo saw something zoom by him and propel the large man backwards into a nearby tree. As he turned away from the where the poor guy crashed into, he saw Soifon standing in front of where the guy was just a second ago with an arm extended and hand coiled into a fist letting all assembled know what happened to the giant of a man, and what could happen to them.