A/N: I honestly have no idea what the freak I'm doing, but my muse bit me again and I gotta listen to it XD now I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm doing a new multi-chapter story when I have two Major Naruto ones, and a Bleach one. It's simple really, it just came to me, I wrote it down, and now I'm going to see what my lovely readers think.
This is a prologue, so this will be the same as my first multi-chapter fic: a test-run with a prologue to see if anyone is interested enough for me to continue lol. If no one is, then I'll end it here, if not we'll see how far this baby will go. A full summary will be shown on my profile page if interested. Now onto the story info :D
Title: Two Sides of a Blade
Pairing(s): IchiRuki, slight ByaHisa, other pairings added when needed.
Rating: M for now, since I might add a lemon if I ever get the courage to do another (Yes, I'm not kidding lol) and also for the violence in this.
Summary: In their first meeting they thought nothing of it. In their second meeting, they wished to see anything but each other. Now living with each other under unfortunate circumstances, secrets are discovered, bonds unknowingly formed, and two people find that that something they wished to find was next to them all along.
Disclaimer: Bleach isn't mine
If she closes her eyes, she could still remember the last time her sister, her nii-sama, and her were happy and together, trying to make the best out of boring routine meeting of the royal council.
She could still remember the distinct smell of lavender from the incense that was lit in every corner of the vastly large meeting room.
She could still feel her sister's soft pale hand holding her own small hand in a tight grip as neighboring clan leaders and their families passed by and greeted them politely.
Her nii-sama sat in the large, oval porcelain table where other royal clan leaders also made their way to their seats.
His impassive yet polite look that he gave to each and every man or woman who passed by and gave their nod of acknowledgement. She could still remember the way her sister's purple eyes would light up when her nii-sama would give her a quick glance and a ghost of a smile.
She's surprised such trivial details are still deeply implanted in her memories, after all she was only four when she had gone to a royal council meeting for the last time with her sister, Hisana.
The other remaining family members of the clan leaders also remained down on the ground floor with Hisana and her. She could remember studying the children that were present, her naïve little self, hoping to find a playmate among the group.
The noise of the immense meeting room was nothing compared to the large red pillars that surrounded them, or the beautiful inner fountains and gold carved floor of the room.
Yes, the beauty of the royal council palace that was located in the middle of an equally vast forest had greatly impressed her.
Still, she was a young princess who had lived in a closely guarded and equally as large palace since as a far back as she remembered. Her sister marrying the young leader of a great ninja country only served to prove her point even further.
She had been bored. She was restless and her violet eyes continued to dart between the different and silent children surrounding her.
She doesn't recall how long it had taken, or when her sister had pulled her along as quickly as she could, with their tight and elaborately decorated kimonos pulling them down, so they could make their way to their seats so the meeting could begin. She just remembers seeing orange.
A really bright, bright orange that nearly blinded her for a moment before she focused lower to see a smiling boy holding the hand of a very bubbly but very pregnant woman.
She was a beautiful woman; almost close to her sister Hisana's own quiet beauty. The woman seemed radiant though, and her hair nearly matched the boy's bright spiky locks.
Her violet eyes had widened at how happy the boy looked just being near the woman, and she was left curious.
She had tugged at her sister's sleeves and she remembers asking her who the two happy people were.
She doesn't remember the whole conversation, just her sister's eyes widening as she spotted the boy happily patting the woman's extended tummy, and then her small giggle and smile as she explained that he was the prince of the neighboring country bordering theirs. The woman was his mother and that she was expecting twins.
Anything else Hisana had mentioned escaped her thoughts long ago.
Still, she could remember her violet eyes studying the boy as he continued to grin at the woman, and as they seemed to whisper loving words to each other.
Something about him drew her in. To this day she still thinks it was his bright hair, since she had always loved the color orange. A part of her though, believes that maybe it was his presence, how he acted like a normal little boy, not like the uptight snobs she had had to meet, as she grew older.
She had gone through that whole meeting staring at him though, his twinkling eyes and glowing smile capturing her in a way she never imagined anything would.
That was when it happened, the one memory that sticks out above all the others, that still makes her heart skip a beat and her face to flush scarlet.
The boy had turned and looked at her.
She could remember flinching as his brown eyes found her violet ones, and she quickly hid behind her sister's bright blue kimono sleeve, a dusty pink blush on her face.
She knows she hid there for only a couple of seconds before she looked back to see him still staring at her, his grin gone, but a curious look taking its place.
She wasn't blushing anymore, or at least she hopes she wasn't, and timidly waved at him a small smile forming on her lips.
He hadn't responded at first, his face only turning into one of confusion for a moment, as he seemed to contemplate over the situation. If it weren't for the fact that she was disappointed that he seemed to not like her, she could have found his look adorable.
Then, his eyes brightened again as he stared at her longer, and a blush covered his entire face as he shyly waved back and grinned at her.
She was a happy four year old all right. The one boy who seemed normal and fun from her young perspective had waved back and was grinning at her like he grinned at his mother.
She was so elated she recalls waving again and mouthing out a hello. He had eagerly returned the wave and mouthed out his own greetings.
For the rest of the time they spent in the meeting room she and him sent secret messages to each other by hand signals and mouthing words to each other.
She was so happy to finally have made a friend in her lonely young life as a princess. The fact that she got to say good-bye to him as he and his mother and father left was not as saddening as she thought it would be. She was just happy that she had made a friend, even his farewell kept her happy.
She can't remember his voice, but she recalls his pouting lips and the way his small hand seemed to melt right in with hers. She waved her farewell as he disappeared among the crowds of clan leaders and their families leaving the meeting room.
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She sighs and pulls the covers over her head to keep the bright light of the morning sun from entering her bedroom.
That was end of that fond memory though. Her sister contracted a disease less than a year later, and she was gone within three years, her body unable to fight back any longer.
That was when everything changed, and her once peaceful and warm home turned quiet and tense with a feeling of utter emptiness.
At now fifteen years old, those events of nearly eleven years ago are sadly the only thing holding her sanity in a palace that seems completely committed in making her miserable until the day she dies.
Her violet eyes stare at the intricate stitching of her woolen red blanket, and she wonders if her sister would be saddened now to see her husband distant and detached from everyone, or the fact that her younger sister seemed on the brink of breaking and running away from the one place she called a home.
She turns over on her bed and shut her eyes tight, digging deep into her memories again to find the boy with orange hair, and escape from her harsh and lonely reality, if only for another hour.
She smiles as she sees the orange hair, the twinkling brown eyes and the wide grin of the boy that might have taken her heart, if they had ever met again.
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A solitary wanderer stops his walking as a set of sneezes attack his nose. As the last sneeze racks his body he shakes off the tingling feeling and snorts angrily before continuing on his way.
"Damn, I better not be getting a cold."
Bright brown eyes look up to see the border of two ninja countries enter his sight.
Prologue finished! Now, here's where all of you (all 12 of you XD) send me a nice review telling me if I should continue or not. Even if it's two reviews I'll probably add Ch. 1 anyways lol.
If Ch. 1 is written it will begin where I left off with Rukia :D If no one bothered to read the summary, this is a Bleach AU, because I'm a sucker for a good AU and needed to see if I can do one myself XD
Reviews VERY appreciated and hopefully expected.
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