Untitled [ch2] [Mizu-fic] BLEACH
Title: Untitled.
Pairing: None yet.
Summary: It's so easy to fall to the temptation of power. Arrancar!Keigo, !Mizuiro, and Mentions of Arrancar!Tatsuki. Very, Very AU.
Rating: PG-13 for safey ;o
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Char Death. [mentioned]
Notes: Yeah. Idea still stuck. <<; Here we go for the second one.
Mizuiro continued on his walk, his footsteps leading him to what was once his school. Once his, once Keigo’s, once Tatsuki’s, once Orihime’s…and probably still Ichigo, Chad, and Uryuu’s.
It must be strange, Mizuiro mused to himself, as he stopped by the fence guarding their school. Ichigo must feel…odd, to say the least, going to school while half of his friends were M.I.A. or dead. Ichigo had been practically dead to them anyway, though, with the times few and far between that he had actually come to school as of late. Never mind the times that he came to school had always been from a very depressed Ichigo, much unlike himself, and had Kurosaki not wanting to talk to anybody.
That is if Ichigo had noticed that they all were gone anyway. As blunt as the comment was, it was true, and Mizuiro didn’t know what to think. A month and a half spent in Hueco Mundo with, surprisingly, no confrontations by…anybody. He wondered how Ichigo felt, but then couldn’t bring himself to care.
A week in Hueco Mundo. A week; that was all it took to crush his hope of Ichigo or anybody to come and save them. Because, really, a week had gone-Ichigo was probably too busy dealing with Soul Society to check back home. As usual. Oh, Aizen had told Mizuiro everything. No need to tell Keigo-once the other turned into an Arrancar, he’d forgotten everything else, simply implemented with the default information based on what an Arrancar should/shouldn’t know.
Sad, really. But again-what could you do? Not really anything. He tried, but it wasn’t as if anything he tried was working. Hopefully Keigo might…one day remember by himself. Who knows?
“He’s here.” The boy who Mizuiro had his mind on (maybe it was bad that Keigo was on his mind so much, though, but Keigo had turned to be something static that Mizuiro found he could rely on) spoke, announcing Ichigo’s arrival along with the sudden flash of familiar reiatsu that the other had.
“Don’t die, Keigo.” Mizuiro remarked as an afterthought (despite the obvious fact that Ichigo wouldn’t attack either of them once he realized who they were) which sent Keigo hesitating and glancing at Mizuiro worriedly. Was it that bad that he’d have to watch for his life? Was Ichigo really that bad?
“…Yes, Mizuiro-sama.” He answered after a moment, still unsure. But he unsheathed his zanpakutou and held it to his side, not daring to take any chances.
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Ichigo had noticed the two unfamiliar auras of the two people-one was perhaps as strong as an Espada, according to the reiatsu, and the other though weaker was still much of a threat.
“Shit…” He murmured, as he ran towards where they were-he didn’t need this. He was too worried about the sudden disappearance of his friends to worry about an Arrancar, Espada, Hollows-them! Damnit!
Skidding to a halt as he approached the spirit force (knowing but not acknowledging that this was, indeed, the grounds of his old school, so it was rather ironic that he met Keigo and Mizuiro there-though, not that he noticed this just yet) Ichigo glared at the two. “I don’t have time for this, so if you’d-“ He stopped short, shocked, as the realization hit him, hardly believing what he was seeing in front of him.
“Yes, you never really had time for us, did you?” Mizuiro questioned simply, that sad smile still on his face as he waved at Ichigo. “Hello, Ichigo. Long time no see.”
“What’re you…Mizuiro? Keigo? What…happened to you?” He asked, voice laced with disbelief. This must have been some kind of cruel, cruel trick-this could not be Keigo and Mizuiro standing there in front of him…just no way. Ichigo missed Mizuiro lower his hand in favor of brushing what would’ve been ‘dust’ off of his shoulder, before returning it to his side, so wrapped up in this.
“Mizuiro-sama…how does he know me?” Keigo inquired of the other, frowning. They’d never met, so he really would like to know just how Ichigo knew of him. He was new, too, so had the other found out so fast…?
“Ah. Don’t you worry about it, Keigo. I’ll explain it all to you later.” A slight nod was all that was received from the other, and his silence was enough-Mizuiro didn’t even bother to look at the other for his acceptance. He had other matters at hands, as of now.
Ichigo…still didn’t believe it, and he stood across from them, looking rather dumb (if you asked Mizuiro, based on how little the Substitute Shinigami was doing and the look on Ichigo’s face right now didn’t help him any) holding Zangetsu in his hands.
“Oh. I forgot, you’re not aware. Asano here had died trying to conceal information about you-from Aizen-sama, you know. Tatsuki as well. Tried to protect you and Orihime…I don’t see why they did it, not now at least, but I suppose I might have, back then. You never really were there for us, when I think about it now, Ichigo. We would have helped you, you know. Would have been there for you…” Mizuiro paused to sigh. “But. It’s too late now…isn’t it, Kurosaki?”
Ichigo felt both anger and guilt race through him right then. Anger at Aizen for stooping so low to actually go out and harm his friends, as well as guilt for not being there more for Keigo, Mizuiro, Tatsuki, and everyone…Because now look at what happened. It was his entire fault, too. That’s what made him feel the worse. “So…Aizen turned you into…hollows? Then… Arrancar?”
Ichigo was still rather incredulous about the whole thing. Keigo, uneasy at the words brushed them off. He would fight Ichigo if he hurt Mizuiro in any way-that’s all he needed to know, and was going to worry about. Keigo had much more prowess in actually wielding a sword than Mizuiro did (he wasn’t like the old Keigo anymore, if only to state the obvious, considering the old Keigo would have cut himself up accidentally before they even reached the enemy) the other opting for more of a…mental power.
“Basically, that’s it.” Mizuiro said, agreeing with him completely, not even bothering to be quiet about it. “While you were away attempting to rescue Orihime-chan, I think.”
Millions of questions Ichigo had, and each one he couldn’t quite answer himself. “But…why are you with him? Why…are you here?”
Mizuiro chuckled. “I’m with him because Aizen-sama appreciates my intelligence. He’s decided to take me under his wing, so to speak, believe it or not. I suppose he sent us here to test our loyalties for one-“
“Couldn’t you just run away now? I’ll take you guys to Soul Society, you know! You’ll be happy there!” Ichigo stated rather confidently, totally oblivious to the flinch from Mizuiro as he got interrupted.
“That’s a nice thought…but…”
“But?!”
A sickly sweet smirk danced along Mizuiro’s lips. “I don’t want to go.”
Pairing: None yet.
Summary: It's so easy to fall to the temptation of power. Arrancar!Keigo, !Mizuiro, and Mentions of Arrancar!Tatsuki. Very, Very AU.
Rating: PG-13 for safey ;o
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warning: Char Death. [mentioned]
Notes: Yeah. Idea still stuck. <<; Here we go for the second one.
Mizuiro continued on his walk, his footsteps leading him to what was once his school. Once his, once Keigo’s, once Tatsuki’s, once Orihime’s…and probably still Ichigo, Chad, and Uryuu’s.
It must be strange, Mizuiro mused to himself, as he stopped by the fence guarding their school. Ichigo must feel…odd, to say the least, going to school while half of his friends were M.I.A. or dead. Ichigo had been practically dead to them anyway, though, with the times few and far between that he had actually come to school as of late. Never mind the times that he came to school had always been from a very depressed Ichigo, much unlike himself, and had Kurosaki not wanting to talk to anybody.
That is if Ichigo had noticed that they all were gone anyway. As blunt as the comment was, it was true, and Mizuiro didn’t know what to think. A month and a half spent in Hueco Mundo with, surprisingly, no confrontations by…anybody. He wondered how Ichigo felt, but then couldn’t bring himself to care.
A week in Hueco Mundo. A week; that was all it took to crush his hope of Ichigo or anybody to come and save them. Because, really, a week had gone-Ichigo was probably too busy dealing with Soul Society to check back home. As usual. Oh, Aizen had told Mizuiro everything. No need to tell Keigo-once the other turned into an Arrancar, he’d forgotten everything else, simply implemented with the default information based on what an Arrancar should/shouldn’t know.
Sad, really. But again-what could you do? Not really anything. He tried, but it wasn’t as if anything he tried was working. Hopefully Keigo might…one day remember by himself. Who knows?
“He’s here.” The boy who Mizuiro had his mind on (maybe it was bad that Keigo was on his mind so much, though, but Keigo had turned to be something static that Mizuiro found he could rely on) spoke, announcing Ichigo’s arrival along with the sudden flash of familiar reiatsu that the other had.
“Don’t die, Keigo.” Mizuiro remarked as an afterthought (despite the obvious fact that Ichigo wouldn’t attack either of them once he realized who they were) which sent Keigo hesitating and glancing at Mizuiro worriedly. Was it that bad that he’d have to watch for his life? Was Ichigo really that bad?
“…Yes, Mizuiro-sama.” He answered after a moment, still unsure. But he unsheathed his zanpakutou and held it to his side, not daring to take any chances.
---
Ichigo had noticed the two unfamiliar auras of the two people-one was perhaps as strong as an Espada, according to the reiatsu, and the other though weaker was still much of a threat.
“Shit…” He murmured, as he ran towards where they were-he didn’t need this. He was too worried about the sudden disappearance of his friends to worry about an Arrancar, Espada, Hollows-them! Damnit!
Skidding to a halt as he approached the spirit force (knowing but not acknowledging that this was, indeed, the grounds of his old school, so it was rather ironic that he met Keigo and Mizuiro there-though, not that he noticed this just yet) Ichigo glared at the two. “I don’t have time for this, so if you’d-“ He stopped short, shocked, as the realization hit him, hardly believing what he was seeing in front of him.
“Yes, you never really had time for us, did you?” Mizuiro questioned simply, that sad smile still on his face as he waved at Ichigo. “Hello, Ichigo. Long time no see.”
“What’re you…Mizuiro? Keigo? What…happened to you?” He asked, voice laced with disbelief. This must have been some kind of cruel, cruel trick-this could not be Keigo and Mizuiro standing there in front of him…just no way. Ichigo missed Mizuiro lower his hand in favor of brushing what would’ve been ‘dust’ off of his shoulder, before returning it to his side, so wrapped up in this.
“Mizuiro-sama…how does he know me?” Keigo inquired of the other, frowning. They’d never met, so he really would like to know just how Ichigo knew of him. He was new, too, so had the other found out so fast…?
“Ah. Don’t you worry about it, Keigo. I’ll explain it all to you later.” A slight nod was all that was received from the other, and his silence was enough-Mizuiro didn’t even bother to look at the other for his acceptance. He had other matters at hands, as of now.
Ichigo…still didn’t believe it, and he stood across from them, looking rather dumb (if you asked Mizuiro, based on how little the Substitute Shinigami was doing and the look on Ichigo’s face right now didn’t help him any) holding Zangetsu in his hands.
“Oh. I forgot, you’re not aware. Asano here had died trying to conceal information about you-from Aizen-sama, you know. Tatsuki as well. Tried to protect you and Orihime…I don’t see why they did it, not now at least, but I suppose I might have, back then. You never really were there for us, when I think about it now, Ichigo. We would have helped you, you know. Would have been there for you…” Mizuiro paused to sigh. “But. It’s too late now…isn’t it, Kurosaki?”
Ichigo felt both anger and guilt race through him right then. Anger at Aizen for stooping so low to actually go out and harm his friends, as well as guilt for not being there more for Keigo, Mizuiro, Tatsuki, and everyone…Because now look at what happened. It was his entire fault, too. That’s what made him feel the worse. “So…Aizen turned you into…hollows? Then… Arrancar?”
Ichigo was still rather incredulous about the whole thing. Keigo, uneasy at the words brushed them off. He would fight Ichigo if he hurt Mizuiro in any way-that’s all he needed to know, and was going to worry about. Keigo had much more prowess in actually wielding a sword than Mizuiro did (he wasn’t like the old Keigo anymore, if only to state the obvious, considering the old Keigo would have cut himself up accidentally before they even reached the enemy) the other opting for more of a…mental power.
“Basically, that’s it.” Mizuiro said, agreeing with him completely, not even bothering to be quiet about it. “While you were away attempting to rescue Orihime-chan, I think.”
Millions of questions Ichigo had, and each one he couldn’t quite answer himself. “But…why are you with him? Why…are you here?”
Mizuiro chuckled. “I’m with him because Aizen-sama appreciates my intelligence. He’s decided to take me under his wing, so to speak, believe it or not. I suppose he sent us here to test our loyalties for one-“
“Couldn’t you just run away now? I’ll take you guys to Soul Society, you know! You’ll be happy there!” Ichigo stated rather confidently, totally oblivious to the flinch from Mizuiro as he got interrupted.
“That’s a nice thought…but…”
“But?!”
A sickly sweet smirk danced along Mizuiro’s lips. “I don’t want to go.”