Bleach - Guardian Arc
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,229
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prelude
A/N: Hello everyone! It's been a long time since I've written anything and it will show. I have always sucked at starting a story but I do get better as I go.
I am trying my hand at Bleach for the first time because I kept getting disappointed with other stories here. I'm going to try and write something that not only has every female character getting laid at some point, but also incorporate a nice plot into it.
This is, essentially, a Rukia and Ichigo love story but if you've been looking for more stories with other characters you'll be able to find it here. If you didn't like the first part then please don't give up on me yet, I don't disappoint.
The first part does not have any sex in it. Enjoy!
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Prelude
“Goooooooood moooooooorniiiiiiiing Ichiii,” Ichigo’s leg shot up in the air, almost by instinct, smashing against his father’s face and sending the old man flying across the room to smack against the wall. Ichigo jumped out of his bed and towered over his father.
“Idiot!” He roared and clenched his fist, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?!”
Isshin peeled his face off the wall, a footprint made obvious by a red indention on his features. He jumped to his feet and crossed his arms.
“You must always be vigilant!” With that said, his father turned to leave his room, and then swung back around, his foot aimed high and leading the way. Ichigo’s hand immediately shot out, caught his father’s foot, walked a few feet and threw his father out of his room and down the stairs.
“Baka,” Ichigo muttered and slammed shut the door to his room. He would probably put a lock on his door if he didn’t think his father would break it down anyway. The sun peaked in through the window and he moved to the closet to tap lightly on it.
“Rukia, hurry up we need to get to school.”
He immediately turned away and pulled his shirt over his head, not really hearing, or probably caring, when the closet door slid open and Rukia jumped out, already dressed in her school clothes. She was treated to a sight she isn’t often able to see: Ichigo’s muscular and perfectly toned torso. Sure, it wasn’t the first time Ichigo had been without a shirt, but those times were usually due to him being covered in bandages.
He’s usually very private with his body, never showing more than what was needed, but he seemed to have become used to her presence because he doesn’t think twice about changing in front of her now.
Ichigo felt piercing eyes on his back and he turned to look at her.
“Hey, Rukia, give me a little privacy!” He glared at her and to hide her embarrassment she glared right back.
“Idiot, Just hurry up!” She yelled and leaped out the window.
Ichigo watched her descend to the ground as she effortlessly landed on her feet and started walking in the direction of the school. Ichigo continuously forgot just how graceful she could be. They constantly argue with each other and it makes it difficult to remember she is indeed a female.
He watched as she reached the end of the block and leaned on the fence, waiting for him. He quickly changed into his clothes and ran downstairs with his bag in hand.
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Later that day...
A lone figure floated high above the ground, looking over Karakura. He extended his hand outward and the air around him swirled in a gentle vortex. He attuned his mind every living being he could feel, detecting even the slightest threat level. Too many. Too many threats.
His sword glowed briefly, as if excited by the revelation that it was outnumbered. Too long had it been sheathed, too long had it been but a mere prop, too long had it been worthless…
He lowered his hand and the wind stopped, bringing with it an unnerving silence that could only be explained as the calm before the storm. He closed his eyes and touched his hand to his lips, recalling the feeling that he had so briefly felt before his arrival.
The image of a woman appeared in his mind and he sighed, clutching at the hilt of his sword and opening his eyes again to look upon the city. He has to make it safe for her, all threats must be destroyed.
The sun was beginning its descent over the horizon, and the light began to creep away from Karakura, the darkness gaining temporary dominance over the land. His sword glowed briefly again, once again making its anxiousness plain. He looked down briefly at the weapon before turning his gaze back to the vanishing sun. Once the darkness was complete and the sun was gone he would hunt.
He would hunt by will of his Queen…
I am trying my hand at Bleach for the first time because I kept getting disappointed with other stories here. I'm going to try and write something that not only has every female character getting laid at some point, but also incorporate a nice plot into it.
This is, essentially, a Rukia and Ichigo love story but if you've been looking for more stories with other characters you'll be able to find it here. If you didn't like the first part then please don't give up on me yet, I don't disappoint.
The first part does not have any sex in it. Enjoy!
**************************
Prelude
“Goooooooood moooooooorniiiiiiiing Ichiii,” Ichigo’s leg shot up in the air, almost by instinct, smashing against his father’s face and sending the old man flying across the room to smack against the wall. Ichigo jumped out of his bed and towered over his father.
“Idiot!” He roared and clenched his fist, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?!”
Isshin peeled his face off the wall, a footprint made obvious by a red indention on his features. He jumped to his feet and crossed his arms.
“You must always be vigilant!” With that said, his father turned to leave his room, and then swung back around, his foot aimed high and leading the way. Ichigo’s hand immediately shot out, caught his father’s foot, walked a few feet and threw his father out of his room and down the stairs.
“Baka,” Ichigo muttered and slammed shut the door to his room. He would probably put a lock on his door if he didn’t think his father would break it down anyway. The sun peaked in through the window and he moved to the closet to tap lightly on it.
“Rukia, hurry up we need to get to school.”
He immediately turned away and pulled his shirt over his head, not really hearing, or probably caring, when the closet door slid open and Rukia jumped out, already dressed in her school clothes. She was treated to a sight she isn’t often able to see: Ichigo’s muscular and perfectly toned torso. Sure, it wasn’t the first time Ichigo had been without a shirt, but those times were usually due to him being covered in bandages.
He’s usually very private with his body, never showing more than what was needed, but he seemed to have become used to her presence because he doesn’t think twice about changing in front of her now.
Ichigo felt piercing eyes on his back and he turned to look at her.
“Hey, Rukia, give me a little privacy!” He glared at her and to hide her embarrassment she glared right back.
“Idiot, Just hurry up!” She yelled and leaped out the window.
Ichigo watched her descend to the ground as she effortlessly landed on her feet and started walking in the direction of the school. Ichigo continuously forgot just how graceful she could be. They constantly argue with each other and it makes it difficult to remember she is indeed a female.
He watched as she reached the end of the block and leaned on the fence, waiting for him. He quickly changed into his clothes and ran downstairs with his bag in hand.
*********************************
Later that day...
A lone figure floated high above the ground, looking over Karakura. He extended his hand outward and the air around him swirled in a gentle vortex. He attuned his mind every living being he could feel, detecting even the slightest threat level. Too many. Too many threats.
His sword glowed briefly, as if excited by the revelation that it was outnumbered. Too long had it been sheathed, too long had it been but a mere prop, too long had it been worthless…
He lowered his hand and the wind stopped, bringing with it an unnerving silence that could only be explained as the calm before the storm. He closed his eyes and touched his hand to his lips, recalling the feeling that he had so briefly felt before his arrival.
The image of a woman appeared in his mind and he sighed, clutching at the hilt of his sword and opening his eyes again to look upon the city. He has to make it safe for her, all threats must be destroyed.
The sun was beginning its descent over the horizon, and the light began to creep away from Karakura, the darkness gaining temporary dominance over the land. His sword glowed briefly again, once again making its anxiousness plain. He looked down briefly at the weapon before turning his gaze back to the vanishing sun. Once the darkness was complete and the sun was gone he would hunt.
He would hunt by will of his Queen…