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The Blind Confession
by ilduceGN
A Bleach Fanfic

The time was ten-forty-five

Fenice entered into his office, and told Ichi to to be seated.
Ichi entered with Natalia. She offered him a seat to which he thanked her, and soon left closing the door. Ichi remained quiet, as he heard Fenice moving about.
Fenice was carrying a folder on his way in, and he placed it on his desk as he sat in his chair. As he opened it, he also undid the knot tied under his chin, and took off his hat. Revealing he was man in his late 30’s with ear-length, messy black hair, light tanned skin and a eye patch over his left eye. Placing the hat at one corner of the desk, he then brought out a small grey bowl and placed a kiseru pipe on it.
“Hello again, little Ichi,” spoke Fenice, calmly lighting a match for his pipe, but Ichi didn’t answer. Ichi’s eyes though closed, darted about as his face was lowered. It was cooler inside the room than the other, but soon the air turned bitter by the smell of tobacco. Fenice started again, “A troubling night it’s been. Hope you don’t mind the smoke.” Ichi shook his head, and with that Fenice took a few quick puffs, while putting out the match, and sighed out a stream of smoke.
Putting the tip back his mouth, he inhaled smoothly through the mouth and exhaled fumes from his nose, as he looked back down to the folder. Inside was a record of Michio Minamoto’s birth, family and so on.
He then asked, with a curious glance, “Is Ichi a nickname, Michio?” Ichi gave it some thought having heard his real name said again. Twirling his thumbs, he looked up with a little smile and answered, “It was-but now I prefer it.” “I see,” nodded Fenice, as he returned to the papers, and flipped a page.
Ichi’s smile faded, and he leaned back in his chair, and continued to fiddle with his fingers. A sweat beat streaked down the side of his face, and his lips trembled as if wanting to say something. The sound of another page flip, and a exhale of smoke from Grant sounded again. Suddenly the thought of last night struck him hard, and he gasped, “How is she!” He bit his lip realizing he spoke out loud, and regretted it.
Fenice had stopped his reading and brought his gaze up to Ichi. One grey eye glared back at him, feeling the gaze Ichi lowered his head, apologizing. Fenice considered Ichi’s concern, but looking back to the papers he replied bitterly, “We’ll get to that later.”
Ichi sighed.
Continuing to scan the papers, Fenice occasionally glanced up at Ichi catching the many faces and body gestures. Blowing out a puff of smoke, the shinigami placed his kiseru slightly in the bowl, and leaned back into his chair with a sigh and stretching his arms out. Looking up Ichi’s eyes flinched about behind the closed lids as he waited for Fenice to say something.
Grant began as he leaned forward: “Alright, Michio. I know this may be new to you, surely from this I don’t see any reason for you to be mean spirited to any one. However I judge you here and now, as the head of this station. Whether you were to come from the lowest district or from a noble family, you will be treated like everybody else who comes into this academy.”
Ichi nodded.
“With that said,” continued Grant, “do you have personal gripes with the Tachibana?” Ichi gave it thought, while he undid the band in his hair. Letting his hair fall, he fiddled with the band in his fingers. Staying quiet he thought about his family, the Minamoto, and how they worked with fellow nobles; both good and bad.
In truth the Minamoto and the Tachibana kept close ties with one another, providing new members to be brought into the greater four noble families; there were other things but Ichi couldn’t recall them. However when he was much younger a bloody massacre occurred on the eighteenth of April, and the Tachibana were all but wiped out. Though few members did survive the onslaught, namely those married into the other families including the Minamoto. Why it happened is still a mixed debate.

Grant kept his sharp stare on Ichi, frowning in silence.
Ichi’s hands relaxed on the armrests, and he sighed opening his eyes slightly. “I can’t find a reason why yesterday came to be… I don’t have anything against them or her.” trying to find an answer Ichi continued. “Things of the past were either before my time, or simply I was too young. And this incident of which I appeared was simply-” He came to a halt.
The shinigami waited for the boy to finish his statement, his index finger tapping on the desk. He had put the pipe back in his mouth and was exhaling fumes once more.
“Being in the right place-but wrong time.” finished Ichi, lowering his head slightly.
“Hmm,”
“I swear, I-I’ve only ever met her at the fighting arena, and having giving it time I decided to go see how she was yesterday… But-”
Ichi hushed himself and brought his hands together in his lap, feeling a sudden chill crawl up his spine. Remembering that Kagerou was in that room as well as two others last night. They were there before him, and even attacked him. He could not recall who struck first, simply the sharp pain of a dagger flying into his shoulder, and a person of small height soon clashed with him afterwards. Three voices; one was Kagerou’, the other was a male’s, and the one he clashed with was obviously a female. Before being knocked out, he remembered being thrust against the wall by something perhaps wrapped in sheets.
“When we found you and her in the room, she was near the point of driving a knife through your throat!” entered Fenice’s voice, interrupting Ichi’s thought. “However with luck, the second we turned on the light she panicked and left you alone. She was absolutely terrified and soon fell into shock.” He then explained how there might of been a brawl, seeing how the whole room was knocked about and a window had been smashed out as if one had escaped.
Hearing the way Fenice brought up the idea of a brawl happening in the room. Ichi explained his side of the story further adding his account of meeting Kagerou and two others in the room upon entering. It was still a mystery to Ichi, but he had to get the thought of the three of his chest. Hearing this Fenice’s eye widen with surprise.
“It was only a hunch, and now you're saying that there were others!”
“Yes,” Ichi replied.
“Ho ho, I knew it! Things always seem to happen during a storm.” cheered Fenice, lightly clapping. “So what your telling me is you think these three may have had ill intentions with Kirie, and that will leave you clean?”
“No of course not! I simply told you all that I knew, and it so happens your theory on the clues were correct-that’s all.” replied Ichi, with a serious stare of his opened eyes.
Grant’s mocking smile, soon faded back into a frown. The twinkle in his eye faded too, as he sat back putting down the pipe once more.
“How many does this make,” Fenice muttered.
“Pardon?”
“This would have to be our third time,”
“Um,”
“Very curious, when I first met you I thought you were nothing more than a one time champ who didn’t care of the gossip,” Fenice kept staring into Ichi’s blind stare, talking almost to himself. “then you get in a fight with the Yellow Haze gang. Just like the fight with Kirie, it seemed as though you were mocking them with your dance. And now here we are again, as judge and convict!”
Ichi’s eyes lowered slightly and was puzzled by what was being said.
Grant took another long puff from his pipe, looking to the ceiling he blew out a cloud of smoke and smirked. Tapping out the ashes of his pipe into the bowl he placed the pipe down again.
“Yet again coming from you it sounds like, you’ve lived most of your days wandering right into trouble whenever you least expected it. So oftenly you tread cautiously and tend to leave things be. Apparently you even left your family according to this record.” he continued.
Fenice leaned down and rested his arms on the desk, and peered into the boy’s face as if to study him. Ichi bit his lip, and upon lowering his head the hair hid away his face.
“It hurts doesn't it,” Fenice stated softly. “when the surrounding darkness is your only friend, Michio.” Ichi’s felt his heart sink and his eyes began to well up, but he desperately tried to hold back the emotions as his hands returned to the armrests and his grip tightened.
Fenice sighed and stood up, and brought out his locket watch and opened it. Looking at Ichi and then back to the innards of the watch, he closed it and put it away. “But then again, Michio. Think of it this way, you didn’t have to walk a barren war torn landscape that had monsters roaming about devouring friends and enemies all around you, and all you can do is hide and wait for them to get you. But in the end the monsters never will come to end your misery.”
Ichi finally raised his head in tears, in total loss of words. Grant however came to the boys side, and placed a hand on his shoulder. The boy shivered slightly in his grasp, but Fenice told him that it was going to be fine.
The Blind Confession
So the story continues and this time I managed not to take a long time on it. For those out there still reading, have fun! The only question is where to go next...?
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The Blind and Escort
by ilduceGN
A Bleach Fanfic

The next day

It was nine-thirty-seven when Ichi woke up. He found himself in bed, feeling a little groggy from last night. The voices and shaking carried on through the night, but had soon passed. The pain in his head had ceased and he could feel that his chest and shoulder were healed and bandaged. However, as he got up and reached around he could not find his cane; possibly the nurses took it.
Oh well, no big deal, he thought, and felt around for something to hold him steady. Grabbing a counter he brought himself off the bed, and took his time carefully mapping the area with his hands and feet. Two steps forth he came upon another bed so he turned to his left and followed forward with a hand on the bed. Soon he came to the bed-end, and turned to his right cautiously groping his left hand in the air and prodding the ground with his feet.
Making his way forth he let go of the bed but kept his right hand at that level. A twitch of his ears made him pause, as he heard muffled foot steps approaching. One followed by another it seemed. Biting his lip to keep himself calm, he waited and waited and soon the door opened and two figures entered; a soul reaper and a nurse.
“Had a good sleep, Minamoto?” asked the nurse.
“Very much, slightly rough but all around good!” he said with a smile.
The nurse approached him with an apology for having removed his cane, saying that since he was part of the scene he was to be treated with caution. To that he chuckled with embarrassment but understood the reasoning. As she looked over him the nurse checked off some things on her clip-board. Seeing if he was okay to be let out.
“You suffered no real injuries from what our doctors could see.” she informed with a smile, “Your head and shoulder shall be fine, in a day or two.” Looking over her shoulder she nodded to the soul reaper. Nodding back the soul reaper came up alongside the nurse. At the same time Ichi came up to the nurse asking if Kirie was alright. His face was pale with worry, and his eyes and hands couldn’t stop shaking.
The nurse finished checking off two more things and looked back to Ichi with a smile. Gently she took his hand and eased away his shaking as she assured him that Kirie was fine. Ichi looked to the voice with calm, sad eyes. Closing them he quietly sighed, nodding his head and lowered his hands.
“Just in shock with some blunt bruising, but she’ll live.”
“Okay...” said Ichi softly with his cheeks reddening, “I could hear so much pain in her voice!”
“Coming from one whose throat almost got stabbed.” the nurse giggled.
Ichi gulped, as he rubbed his throat, feeling a tiny prick at it’s center. The nurse finished up her checking and held out her clip-board before him. “Sign here,” she ordered, putting a pin in his hand, and guiding his aim to the X mark. Without question he did, clear and slightly sloppy. The nurse then introduced him to the soul reaper, and told him she would escort him out. The soul reaper’s name was Natalia Gozen.
Both greeted each other and without question Ichi held out his arm with a little smile. His escort standing six inches taller than him and the nurse, softly took him by the fore-arm and exited room six-teen. As they came to the main lobby, the nurse handed the clip-board to the main desk, and the woman there checked Ichi out, and also brought out his cane. Natalia took the cane, and headed out with Ichi where two other soul reapers were waiting.
“Caught a hottie, sister!” said one of them. Ichi recognized the voice as the referee from the arena. Natalia’s cheeks reddened as she shot back, “Jealous, Cecilia?” The referee shook her head laughing. Cecilia and Natalia were identical twins, same height and hair up in pony-tails. Except Cecilia’s hair and eyes are red and she wears an ocean blue scarf with the tails in the back; the latter has blue hair and eyes, and a vivid red scarf with a single tail at the front and back.
“Alright, let’s head out,” ordered the other reaper. “don’t wanna keep Senpai waiting.”
“Right,” obeyed Natalia.
Tsubame Machi then turned and went her way followed by the Gozen sisters.

She was the same height as the sisters’ five foot eight, leaving Ichi smaller by six inches. Her eyes shined a bright orange and her skin was a light tan making her darker than the sisters and Ichi. She also wore a headband under her chin-length, black hair along with plain white wrist-forearm guards each bearing the kanji for ‘Tsuruhime’ on the forearm. Unlike the rest she wore black shoes instead of sandals.
“Real shame for this guy,” Tsubame casually shrugged, “gets escorted by three beauties and can’t see any of them.”
“Don’t start the teasing,” Cecilia muttered.
“Am I wrong?”
“How many times have you been proven wrong,”
“Touche...” cutting herself off, Tsubame glanced over her shoulder to Natalia and Ichi. A smile had formed onto his face.
There are other ways to find out the beauty of things, but to Ichi his mind was elsewhere as he walked beside Natalia. Where was he going; what will the consequences be; how could he fix all that happened, and why was Kagerou there? All this going through his mind made him shiver. Seeing a change in Ichi, Natalia asked him about it.
A shadow loomed over his face as he said, “A lot is on my mind and it would be best to get this over and settled with as soon as possible.” “No need to get so hard on yourself it’s not like you’ve killed someone,” Natalia replied, softly. “besides it’s a tough place, and these things happen. Lucky for you, Senpai is not one to abuse!”
“Senpai?”

The walk for the most part was quiet. Little things said here and there, but not kept long. Orders were simple: Bring Ichi to this so called, ‘Senpai’
Soon enough they came to a shady, green building standing four floors and quite wide. It was the Detention/Interrogation station, where felons were brought in for questioning and to spend time. For Ichi it was one or both. Upon entering the building’s sliding doors, Ichi was met by the relaxing smell of incense burning. heading further in they entered a lobby; at one side was an occupied desk beside a guarded door, to the right there was two rows of seats and not far from it two tables with five chairs each, along with two other doors, one guarded, the latter not.
“Open up, stiff!” came a voice and a rapping behind the door. The guard rolled his eyes and slid the door open, letting two academy students in followed by another guard. The two students were messy with dust, and what looked like splattered blood. The two were known felons, Kaze Akuma and Renea Higurashi.
“Ah,” yawned Kaze stretching himself out, “two days in the hole was great!” Renea rolled her eyes and scoffed.
Kaze was dark in tan, and rather tall. Clearly from his build he was sculpted through some rough times, with toned muscles and fading scars. His hair, a faded green, only reached to his shoulders and was just as messy.
Done stretching, he looked to the four before him. “Just who I wanted to see-” Before taking a step, he halted with a hiss. Renea kept him back with a pinch to his side. Drawing back her hand she told him that she had had enough, and should leave it for later. Rubbing his side, he kept back from the four.
“Better listen to her, Akuma,” said Tsubame, crossing her arms. A leer formed in his silver eyes, as he retorted, “I haven’t got much to do, for now.” The two stared each other down, while the others around them went about their business. Natalia brought Ichi over to a table and they both sat down, Cecilia went off to sit alone in a row chairs. The two guards returned to their post, and slid the door closed.
Renea was at the counter filling out a form.
Six inches smaller than Kaze, her hair of strawberry blonde fell to her mid-back, and much to her dismay was unkempt. A rough beauty with pale white skin that was both soft and toned. She also kept her eyes hidden with a pair of blue lenses shades.
Having been in this building with Kaze for two days of punishment have left their mark. Sure they got food and water, but it couldn’t accommodate for the fact neither got to bathe and they had to deal with all the punks they got in a fight with. Gang members of all kinds in the academy; big names, no names, brawlers, bone breakers, name it they have it.
Renea signed the form for both her and Kaze. Receiving the stamp of approval from the woman behind the counter, she was handed two zanpakuto’s.
Breaking the silence between the two, Tsubame sighed.
“Keep out of the fights and there won’t be anymore trouble,”
“Bah, why do you guys give a damn about the academy?” smirked Kaze.
“Someone’s gotta keep things in check,”
“Uh-huh, as if anything here means a damn in the Seireitei,” a flash appeared in Kaze’s eyes as he boasted, “I say, let’s all have a brawl and all those still standing, pass the test into the Seireitei!”
All eyes looked to him, except Renea and Ichi.
Kaze took in the silence with an air of win, crossing his arms chuckling. “That’s right, and I’m not alone on this. Sure it may leave many with broken bodies and may have severe results-but in the long run, it gives motivation for others to stand up and be the best of the best!”
The silence continued till Renea held up Kaze’s zanpakuto and flung it into his gut. “Dammit Kaze, that’s the stupidest thing you said all day!” shouted Renea, as she put her zanpakuto into her obi. Kaze snarled as he picked up his blade and put into his obi. Looking up with a crazed look in his eye, he shot back. “So you wanna do this here and now, eh! Hitting me where I’m still sore is gonna cost ya.”
“You should’ve kept your mouth shut,”
“Oh like you weren’t interested in the idea,”
“I wasn’t open to it you, moron!”
“Not what you said the other day.”
“Dammit all-”
The two continued to bicker and bicker.
As that went on Tsubame left them to it and sat across from Ichi and Natalia. Shaking her head with a sigh, Tsubame looked to a window and then back to Ichi. Ichi asked curiously, “So… What’s going on here?” “Well, Kaze’s stubborn and wants to do things his way and Renea’s the only one that seems to slap some sense into him.” answered Tsubame, glancing at the duo.
“That don’t sound too bad,”
“Yeah,”
“Least he’s got somebody to get him out of things.”
“True,”
“However,” Natalia added with doubt. “she can snap just as well, if not worse!”
“They balance it out, almost like a couple!” Ichi giggled quietly.
Renea and Kaze finally came to a stalemate, staring each other down. One could literally feel the flames surging around them. Kaze gave a deep sigh and then looked over to where Tsubame sat down. A grin crossed his lips once more, and upon approaching them he noticed the little one beside Natalia. Renea palmed her face with annoyance and followed him.
“Say who’s this cutie, Tsubame?” he asked pointing to Ichi.
“Ichi Minamoto: brought in for questioning. And please refer to it as a boy.
“Heh, still cute though. Must be rough with looks like that, I dare say you guys got competition.”
“Say what,” Tsubame snapped.
“Whoa ho! That’s a first for me.”
Renea rolled her eyes and turned to leave and announced she was leaving. Kaze followed saying his goodbyes, but Tsubame told him to beat it. Natalia laughed softly seeing Tsubame’ face go red, even Ichi chuckled at her tone of embarrassment. But before the two left, Renea looked back at Ichi. With a shrug she looked away saying, “Cutie my ass…”
“You have an ass?” retorted Kaze with a slight smirk. Looking over her shoulder, a teasing smile formed on her lips, as she remarked, “Enough to bring tears!” Thus the two went off leaving the building with another figure standing by the doorway. It let them pass, and watched them head out for a moment.
Having taken two strikes from Renea, Kaze was feeling alittle justified to get back. But how? Then his smirk grew into a grin. With chance on his side he picked up the pace, and coming up alongside her he took a quick, light slap across her soft, round behind. She yelped from the impact and her face grew red as he passed by.
Kaze kept on his way with a bit of a swagger in his steps, as he chuckled, “Payback, Little Fox~” Rubbing her bum, she pouted at that nick name. However she shook it off and ran after him with a little smile forming, knowing she would get back at him.

The door slid shut.

Then came the familiar sound of a thud followed by jingling in a certain rhythm. Ichi’s ears perked up and his face turned to the sound. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, and he felt a shiver crawl up his spine. As the rhythm came to an end, Tsubame and the twins stood up along with Ichi. A familiar voice than spoke, “Did he cause any mischief on the way here or in my absence?”
“None at all, Senpai.” answered all three.
“Good,”
“Ichi Minamoto, this is Grant Fenice-senpai.” announced Natalia.
The Blind and Escort
Hey I'm back! Six months and I've decided it was time to type the next chapter. Took quite awhile cause alot had happen in those six months, and I can say I will have more soon. Hopefully it won't cost so many months. Enjoy!
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Heh, it makes me ponder why I haven't written something in long while. Well actually posted. Could it be hiatus, or could it simply be I have run out of ideas?

    From doing original works or way too many fan fictions. As much as they help me and explore my creative talents in wanting to some day make my own stories. I still feel that I barely have scratched the surface. My ideas are big, but my skills of writing are... Semi good and feel rather self taught with time. I spend more time reading books, that I've literally collected all my life and never thought once about reading. The minute I struck twenty I finally decided to just read all I could, and learn how to keep my creative juices flowing. 
    Twenty one is right around the corner on February. I used to have a lot of close friends who I could look up to and have many stories to make and write down with. Whether it be original or fan fiction we did it all and had fun. But... Unfortunately it all went to my head many times, and I felt as though I need to drill into peoples heads and be the head of it all. This was back in Junior and Senior year of high school.
    It's been three years since then and its been well quiet. One friend's life basically went for the worst, but has steadily brought himself back up. We talk hear and there about wanting to get back in the flow... but seeing how it's been for the most part I don't see it happening. The other spent two years homeless and no matter what he did, he always made the wrong choices and took advantage of the help he was getting. Almost had me go through mental breakdown and wanting to do... well I'll keep that quiet, but I'm glad he went and got help, and though I don't pray much I hope he makes it, and grows up a little.
    That said, I feel I have gotten lazy down the line. Thankfully I got a job, so I can do something and keep my brain working. However I feel that no matter what I want to write in a story, I always have to try it in a fan fiction which unfortunately becomes the main thing, and the original piece becomes lost in translation. I'm also pretty good with drawing and half the time half to make a drawing in order for me to tell a whole story from it. I originally came on here in fact to show off my drawing skills, but only did a few cause I'm terrible with taking a picture from a camera and uploading it onto here, which is sad cause I've gotten better and done more, and to be frank the old drawing I got on here are rather dated.
    A project I should do at some point.
    As of now I have been writing what I want to call an Omnibus of a bleach fan fiction. Having stories from my fiction, along with the fiction of co-authors and friends SOULWARRIOR23 and Sketchbooksaturday. The first series I wanted it to take place in the Soul Academy cause really who gave a damn about that place? As far as I know, nobody. So that place fair game for me, and I can do what I want, but also keeping some fair rules of bleach-verse that Tite Kubo made, (For lack there of.)
    So with my free range I decide that it takes 3 years prior to the Bleach canon series. For those who don't know, three years before Ichigo Kurosaki was even a thing, (In all honesty I don't care about Ichigo!) Having this be an omnibus I needed a center character in this vast many of them, of which I'm still building. And seeing how I have done fan fiction with a good amount of my other characters, one always stood out as the throw in character who never really got touched on. That was Ichi Minamoto.
    As a fan of the blind swordsmen Zatoichi, and growing fan of the book, The Tale of Genji. I designed him from the two main characters of these's stories. Ichi from Zatoichi, and Hikaru Genji from the obvious. But from there that's all he really was in the beginning, a fan-service character if you will, that my character Kirie Tachibana falls deeply in love with and eventually he falls too. That was two years ago, and... Yeah it was funny back then, but I just felt it was wrong of me to make him just a throw in character. Though without saying I always liked keeping the factor of how he was not easy to read, and he could be a very strong fighter when need be.
    And so with that he became the central character, though I tell the story sometimes in different points of time where he may not there, it how ever leads up eventually to where he'll be. I also chose him, because of the factor of how it's difficult to play a blind person where it could be real, and yet not too real. Now I know bleach already has a blind character named Tousen, but really people sit back and think about how far is he really blind. He does nearly everything like one would do if they could see, hell he friggen used a pair of binoculars for Christ sake! It happened to be a serious moment too, and yet... How the hell could nobody in that scene have cracked a joke?!
    But I digress from that. Bleach has it's logic and jokes, and then you have my logic and jokes. Along with pointless plots, looking at you Central 46. Having a purpose makes you one thing, but how about having a personality or at least a character we can look at and have an opinion for. We get neither, instead it's a pointless group of people handing out orders, and when they die off that's all they were, and when new members come in it's the same old gig. What hell are they really there for, quite honestly Head Captain Yamamoto, (Clearly a Shogun) has done and shown plenty that he has done well on his own, and is no way some figure head of power like the Central.
    That out of my system.
    There is a lot of characters I've going to have in this series. Seeing that the soul academy will be the first for, hmm, I don't know how long but it's a start. Two, three, maybe five arc at best. Right now I'm stuck between two chapters one I was going to do before, but decided to let it sit for the next chapter I'm writing. A some what look back into the events leading during the first chapter, which would lead into the latest chapter.
    Guess I did it by the fact that I made the last chapter rather dark, and introduced an antagonist. Will he be minor or prove to be a lead, I'm not too sure. Though I'm glad to have re-introduced the character, who's initials are J.K.G another character I just made and threw into fan fiction without much thought. She only had two stories prior to this. The first I liked rather well and others did too, the second, I think it could have been better.
    Her character is a bit on the neutral ground as of now. Seeing how I made not all that interested in what was going on in the last chapter. Only attacking Ichi simply having been provoked, or was it by order? Ah shit now I'm confused... Heh, well there's also the problem of why I'm not exploring the soul academy as much? Well to answer that to any who even wanted to ask, I'll simply say this: Being that i'm a stranger in this world I rely on my characters to introduce me to it. Seeing how Ichi is rather a loner, and blind he's like me, barely knows where he's going or half the time forgets where he's at, keeping a smile and loving the trail he takes. 

Just felt like writing something down and well speaking my mind. Feels good to do even when I should be getting back to my writing of stories!
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  • Listening to: Dmitri Shostakovich Waltz no.2
  • Reading: The Divine Comedy
  • Watching: Earthsea Mini-series
  • Drinking: water
The Blind in the Storm
by ilduceGN
A Bleach Fanfic

A flash of lightning lit the room. In those moments of light appeared three shady figures. Hospital room twelve, occupied by only one patient: Kirie Tachibana.
“Scheduled to leave tomorrow morning, eh?” whispered the lead, with a tone of annoyance. His face shown from the brief light, was rather rough. Hair was a mess, on his chin was some stubble, and he had narrow side burns. He also had eyes of black, with lids half shut almost going to sleep.
The one to his left whispered back, pointing to Kirie with insult, “Bah, little brat ain’t going nowhere.” This one’s face was hidden away by a veil. Obviously it was smart to hide it’s identity. Meanwhile the third of three, remained by the door. All that could be seen was it’s silhouette.
The one wearing the veil told the man, he called Miroko, what needed to be done. Between the two they whispered with a certain view of distrust. Being that each came from the big two. The one in the veil, Miroko called Torakichi, was part of the Opal Tigers; while Miroko was part of the Emerald Hannyas. While the third remain silent.
“So our leader’s have come to an agreement.” said Miroko.
“Apparently so,” nodded Torakichi
“So what’s stopping us?”
Torakichi looked to the floor and snorted. Looking back to Miroko he brought out a tanto from his top.
“Really…”
“I just… damn it, I can’t take the life of someone like this!” grumbled Torakichi, crossing his arms. Miroko sighed shaking his head, and third just shrugged.
“You and your damn theatrics.”
“If one dare’s insult me and my group, they should be met in battle not murdered in their sleep.”
“Tch, law is law. Do you think the higher up give a damn if another student dies. If that were true, then these gangs would not be still running.”
The two got into a stare down, remained quiet for sometime. Only two beds away from Kirie’s and yet things seemed so far. The silent one, remained at it’s post, but was near the point of rolling it’s head. Trying not to fall asleep.
Finally the two shrugged, and turned to Kirie. Both crept their way to her, and Torakichi handed the knife over to Miroko. Taking it, he told Torakichi to take the front.
Kirie lay lightly snoring with her face to the ceiling. From the shoulders down she was hidden in her covers. Off somewhere in her dreams, not knowing that shadowy hands were nearly upon her.
He took hold.
All took a tumble, and Kirie awoke in darkness. The air was thin, and surrounded with warm. When trying to move in this claustrophobic place, she found herself folded into a ball. That’s when she realised that this dark cozy place was really the comforter.
Torakichi kept his hands tight around the ends of the comforter like an unclosed sack. When he hoisted it up on his shoulder, immediately he was met with Kirie shuffling in the bag. Cursing with a grumble he turned to Miroko, who simply pointed to a corner of the room. He nodded, as the shuffling became more frantic and Kirie started blurting words.
“What’s going on here,” muffled her demands, “let me out. Who are you, and what are you doing!” She began banging around in the comforter and as Torakichi walked, he felt every bit of it. As he came to the corner he was struck in the head from a lump in the bag.
“That’s it!”
“Huh-”
Torakichi swung the bag off his shoulder and slammed the comforter on the ground hard. Then dragged and repeated it two more times, till her complaints went silent. Breathing with adrenaline, he calmed himself, while keeping his grip tight on the end. Miroko and the silent one at the door, just stared stupidly.
Sore with pain all over, Kirie kept herself in the fetal position. Her arms, and the comforter kept the damage to her head to a minimum. However the tight fit was now beginning to bug her, along with the air being so thin. This was no longer a game. As far as all things go her life was now in their hands.
Then lightning lit up the room again.
Followed by the roar of thunder.
Kirie’s eyes went wide, and her heart stopped for a mere-second. 3. 2. 1. Her mouth flung open and and she screamed. Rolling about she did everything to find a way out. Punching, kicking, clawing anything to get out. It did not matter if Torakichi was holding the bag with all his might, or the fact that Miroko drew near with the knife. All that matter was to escape the sound of thunder.

Miroko knelt down and took a stab, punching through the comforter. However he only hit the floor. “Hold her good, Tora.” said Miroko, with a hint of delight in his voice. Tora looked away, as he grabbed her, by what felt like her skull and held her to the wall. Closing his eyes all he could think of was how to apologize for this.
Miroko took aim, with a thirst for blood smirk. Kirie’s muffled whimpers and screams, and her constant throwing about, could not send him off his aim. A simple pleasure he was granted every so few times to have. Now was time to add another number in his count of forty-nine. He thrusted forth.
The door swung open, halting his thrust.
The third in the group was sent running and lost footing. Taking one of the beds with it.
All went silent.
Miroko and Torakichi looked to the door. There with the light coming in from behind it, stood a figure with a high-ponytail, and a cane before it. “My, what a storm? Seems everybody’s quite jumpy.” said Ichi, as lighting flickered outside the window, and revealed his smiling face.
The thunder came once more, and Kirie muffled a shriek, but Torakichi quickly covered her mouth. However no matter what he did, her arms and legs would not stop flailing. Miroko rose up, with the blade behind his back. Caught in a real pickle he was, but then he got a better look.
He then chuckled a bit, and spoke, “Well, well… it’s been a while, Michio.” Ichi tilted his head a little, recognizing that name and the voice. “Booze and sweat,” Ichi frowned with disgust, “I could never forget it, Kagerou.”
“Heh, don’t give me that shit. Pretty boy.” he chuckled, seeing the third member get back up. With light in the room, it was revealed to be a girl. She was rubbing her head and navel, when she looked back to see who sent her crashing. Hissing a groan, she turned on a dime and brought her hand to her shoulder. But Kagerou halted her from attacking.
“What are the odds…” sighed Ichi, tapping his cane. “a year has passed since I left, and here we meet again.”
“Miroko, you know this guy?” asked Torakichi.
“Let’s just say were acquainted.”
Ichi stopped tapping his cane, and rubbed his eyes.
It was in that silence he heard something out of place. A muffled voice, and something bustling about on the floor. Kagerou looked back to Torakichi, who was still trying to keep Kirie down. However it got worse for him, when Kirie managed to bite his hand through the comforter. Torakichi held back his voice, as he began beating her over the head.
Sweat trickled down Kagerou’ brow as he turned from the scene, but flinched when he saw Ichi standing before him. So swift and silent, he didn’t hear him coming. “Hmm, is there something wrong, Kagerou?” asked Ichi as the lighting flickered. Kagerou and the girl both felt a shiver crawl up their spines upon looking at those eyes.
Time to act.
Kagerou threw the knife and the girl drew her sword. Ichi tried to strafe out of the way, but it struck into his left shoulder. He then jolted forth into the girls strike, If she were taller he probably would have struck the navel, but instead he struck into her head. Carried by the impact both took a tumble into the fallen bed.
Kagerou quickly ran to the window and smashed it out. Calling for everyone to leave, he hopped out into the rainy night. Torakichi seeing all that was going on, finally got his hand out of Kirie’s mouth. Seeing that Ichi and the girl were grappling to and throw and bashing up the place. “Ja Kay Gee, let’s go!” he ordered, while dragging Kirie.
She rolled up to him, and growled, “Go on, I’ll catch up!” Ichi stumbled up, looking to where he heard the voices. With a growl he drew out the knife from his shoulder, “Kagerou…!” Throwing it aside he drew his sword and charged. Ja Kay Gee was gonna charge, but Torakichi shoved her aside as he threw the bag at Ichi.
It collided with Ichi, and he flew straight back to the wall. His body left a good dent, and he slumped over from the impact. “Strike!” Torakichi whooped. He then hoisted Ja Kay Gee over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could, while she complained into the storm.

The thunder rolled, and the bag rolled about under Ichi’s grasp. Punching, kicking, and screaming Kirie finally rolled out of the comforter. Hair all wild and static, eyes wide and pinkish with tears. She felt bruised all over, and her heart was pounding like wild.
The room was wrecked. Beds tossed over; windows smashed, blood drops here and there on the floor along with a tanto fresh from striking. When she turned around seeing where the blood trail led she saw a shadow slumped over on the floor. Fresh with adrenaline and fear, she grabbed the tanto and ran back to the shadow. Grabbing by the collar she dragged it out of the corner and tossed it into the light.
Kill it, kill it!
She trembled at what had happened tonight. It dared to happen again. A storm had come, and with it people tried to kill her. Haunting her since she was four, the nightmare was alive. Though this was not what haunted her, this person dared to do it.
She pounced onto Ichi’s chest, and stared at the pale face. Her golden eyes burned with tears, and her breath hissed with anger. She could hear people coming, seems the alarm was sounded. But she did not care, dangling the tanto at Ichi’s neck, she marked where to strike.
Slightly unconscious from the blows to the head. Ichi ears ached with the sound of constant pinging, and his heart beat. The sting in his shoulder, chest and face only added to it. But his breathing was slightly labored by the weight on him. It was light, but also uncomfortable in the state he was in. He was also beginning to recognize the trembling voice over him, as the pinging was leaving.
“Think it’s funny-to sneak in during a storm!” Kirie fidgeted, as she raised the blade. “All of ya, just left us-He and they came for us-all of them dead-it’s all at his feet!”
Ichi face moved slightly with a groan, and his eyes fluttered.
“Can’t trust anyone… They all fear him, and do what He says!” she continued, with eyes glazing over. “And now-other’s want to follow his way. He too got to you-” She cut herself off, and came down for Ichi’s throat.
Suddenly the lights went on.
Kirie screamed in horror, throwing the tanto into the air and ran covering her eyes. Tripping over the comforter, she banged her head on the floor. Whimpering and shivering all over she simply rolled up into the comforter and curled up into a ball, as if to hide herself from it all.
Those who came into the room simply stared, jaw gaping at whatever happened. Among them was Grant Fenice, and seeing the little episode of Kirie’s panic attack, he looked down at the bleeding Ichi with a single glaring eye.
The Blind in the Storm
A whole month on hiatus for just this one... What the heck?! Well to be fair, it went through some changes, I got a job, and Halloween was on the mind. I wanted to add a dark element into this one, and perhaps it worked but for the most part alot was on the mine. Hopefully I can recover from this, and make another chapter. How my minds working again, I have high hopes. So give a read and comment, or simply pass on by. 
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The Blind and Crimson
by ilduceGN
A Bleach Fanfic

Five days after the fight

Crimson red hair hung breezing over his eyebrows. One red eye and one green eye stared at the sky. Watching the grey clouds roll in. The sun lay in a clearing, shining on his pale tanned skin. “Storm is coming…” he muttered, quietly. “a battle too!”
Bringing a hand to his chin, he rubbed it with ponder. What could the battle be about? Where and when would it happen, would he be a part of it; all peaked his interest. When suddenly a soft voice came to his ear, forcing him to scream. Hopping forward he turned swiftly to the voice with readied fist.
He saw a hazy sight of a figure standing two inches smaller than him, with long black hair. It’s eyes were like glowing rubies, and it’s face was rather beautiful. However the redhead was not calmed by this, and he said, “How did you find me, Yuko! Please leave me be!” “You okay?” asked the voice once more, confused. The red’s sight began to blur and his body shivered with sweat, and shut his eyes.
After rubbing them, he re-opened his eyes to see that the figure was gone.
Now standing before him, was a figure standing four inches smaller than him. Hair black and blue, tied into a high ponytail, with the bangs hiding the eyes. Seeing the face he was struck through the heart, by it’s beauty. She then spoke again, with calm and soothing voice, “Is something wrong? Who is Yuko?” Relieved to find this was not Yuko, but something better he forgot what he was pondering about.
Little did he know that this girl was actually a boy. Ichi to be exact.
The redhead lowered his hands, with a sigh, “Thank goodness!” “Hmm?” pondered Ichi, with a tilt of his head. The redhead rubbed the back of his neck, and said, “Sorry for a second there I thought you were Yuko Hashiba. This is my only free time, where I can get away from her.” “Never heard of her, is something wrong about her?” Ichi asked, curiously. The red simply shivered, “She’s a mystery that is best left alone.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
“Okay.”
“So what you doing around here?”
“Well I’m glad you asked, see… I seemed to have forgotten where the hospital is.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, ha ha…” he giggled embarrassingly, while tapping his cane, “Tends to happen, ya see.”
“Ha ha, no shame there. I got free time so I’ll take ya.”
“Thanks! Um…”
“Oh yeah, the names James Ichimaru.”
Ichi raised his his cane and James took a hold of it and began walking as the guide. Ichi also introduced himself, and surprisingly James did not know him. Guess it’s a good thing on his part, but unfortunately James still saw him as a she.

Holding the cane, and walking beside this beauty. James kept his cool, and felt quite confident. But what to talk about and how to not make it weird? James ponder on what to say since they had been quiet for about a two minutes.
“So hey, you come here often?” he started, casually. She replied, “When I get free time, and classes are done.” “Same here. ‘cept I tend to do it to keep away from Yuko.” he chuckled. She asked with slight smile, “Why is that?” James went quiet for a time giving it thought.
A slight blush was forming on his face, when he replied, “Well… Not gonna lie, I like her and think she’s beautiful in her own way but… Under that cute and aloof demeanor I feel like she’s hiding something really frightening.” “Judging from your voice, and the grip on my cane. She sounds quite mysterious and quite a scary woman.” giggled Ichi, slightly.
“Woman? Please she ain’t that old.”
“Oh?”
“Nah, she’s young. About our age I’d say.”
“And yet she still can give you creeps.”
“Oi, don’t joke about that. Go meet her and she’ll make you scream like a little girl.”
“Heh ha ha! Being blind has it’s benefits once again.”
“Tch… Then you got Fushi Shikima.”
“Never heard of her either.”
“Oh trust me, the very name should strike fear.”
“Oooh?”
“I swear Yuko and her, come from the same family. Only Fushi is far worse.” said James, with his hand trembling on the cane.
The two continued went on with their conversation. As things were said, even Ichi began to have a tremble in his grip, plus the image in his mind of these two girls only made it worse. Up in the sky the sun was now blocked out by the grey clouds. Stretching far and wide the clouds came with the presence of another nearing James and Ichi.
Ichi tilt his head, with awkward stare to James. James look to him with a lifted brow, and asked, “Something wrong?” “You said, your last name is, Ichimaru. Any relations to one named, Gin Ichimaru?” replied Ichi. James gave a laugh rubbing his neck, “Heh, I guess you got me. Sure were related in one way, but I’d guess you could say I’m a nephew.” “Ah.” Ichi nodded his head.
The quiet returned as the clouds finally covered the sky.
James looked up to see the clouds, and groaned. Ichi looked up with ponder, and sniffed the air. Cold with the scent of moisture. “Storm coming, eh?” asked Ichi. James agreed, “I had a feelin’. Good thing we're not far.”
Ichi gave sighed with a smile. James chuckled a little from seeing her cute smile again. All was good, when things were slowly getting foggy. Both kept on their way when James began hearing things. As if someone was following them.
He looked around casually but saw nobody. The fog was now getting slightly more and more thicker. Soon enough James had a hard time seeing where he was going, and kept a tight grip on the cane. Ichi could hear the sounds too, and they were getting closer. Foot steps, light, calm and relaxed they sounded.
Through the cold, moist air a new smell drifted passed Ichi’s nose. A light and sweet fragrance, like no flower he’s ever come across. There was also a chilling feel creeping up his spine. Something was just not right in this fog. James and Ichi’s hearts began to beat faster, as they both tried to keep themselves from shivering.
The footsteps were now very close, and growing louder. James was now looking around more frequently, and Ichi’s hand was fiddling down to the head. So if things went far he would have a quick draw slash ready. James drew slightly closer to Ichi, with the need to be strong. Both narrowed their eyes, with the intent to protect.
Then James came to a stop. Looking to the ground he found a kiseru pipe, lying up still smoking. Only it wasn't smoke coming out of the pipe, it was the very fog swirling around them. Quite a very odd thing. As he went to grab it, the footsteps stopped. Everything was quiet between Ichi and James.
Both took their guard standing back to back. Ichi kept his cane close, and slightly drew his zanpakuto. James kept his hand near the hilt of his blade, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly a voice said, “Quite a couple.” Both James and Ichi screamed in terror dropping their guard turning to where the voice came from.

The air filled with giggling and a figure came into view before them. Both their eyes opened wide, but only James saw who it was. What he saw made his eyes twitch with anger. It was the figure from before he met Ichi. The one he called, Yuko.
She was dressed in academy robes of white and red. Her skin was like the moon, her slick black hair falling to her hips. And she gazed upon the two, with narrow ruby red eyes.
“Damn, she found me.” growled James, palming his face. Ichi turned to him, surprised, “Wait that’s her?” Yuko came closer, giggling with the attention. She also had an open umbrella overhead. “Hey Ichimaru,” she waved, “finally find ya, and what do I find? You got yourself another toy!”
“Oi, it’s not like that?” James spat out, with flaring eyes.
“Uh huh,”
“Just being a guide to the hospital.”
“Tee hee, never thought you be so taboo.”
“Wha.. How.. What the heck did you say?”
“I said,” she pointed to Ichi, “that’s not a girl.”
James’ jaw dropped, and he fell over dumbfounded. Yuko smirked as she walked over James, and passed by Ichi. Ichi slightly amused, and a bit offended by how people still saw him as a girl just laughed.
Yuko came across the pipe and picked it up. Almost immediately the fog coming from it, all swirled back into it, leaving the place clear. Sensing the difference in the air, Ichi asked, “Hey, what happened?” “It’s a simple trick from my pipe. No I don’t smoke, but I can use kido and a bit of incense to create this fog.” Yuko informed with glee. James got back up, with his face beet red.
“Seriously Minamoto, your a guy!” he shouted out of disbelief.
“Oh for the love of…” groaned Ichi. “Take a look, dummy!”
With that Ichi opened his top to show of his chest. James took a step back, and Yuko appeared beside him, peeking at that slim athletic build.
“Quite a catch, Jimmy.” remarked Yuko.
“Shove it, she’s just hasn’t bloomed yet.” denied James, averting his eyes. Ichi covered himself again, and growled. Yuko just shook her head laughing at the absurdity going on. Prowling around to find James, while catching him in the act of sexual confusion between whether Ichi was a guy or a girl. “Ah, what a day.” she thought.
“Ah well guys, lets be off. Don’t want get caught in the rain.” she said, over the two’s bickering. However they did not listen, until a crack of thunder was heard overhead and the rain came down. Silenced by it Ichi lifted his cane, and Yuko took a hold of it. Both under the umbrella, and heading their way James followed outside. A cold shower to chill his rising heat.
Almost to the hospital.
There was room enough for three under Yuko’s umbrella, but every time she cooed for James to come under, he remained silent. So the three continued on quietly. The sound of rain, tapping above them, was quite peaceful.
“So, pretty boy.” asked Yuko, casually, “What d’you need down at the hospital?” Ichi replied with a sigh, “Nothing really, just going to see someone.” Yuko gave it a moment and kept on walking. Even James scooted in under the umbrella. Five foot two on left, five foot four in the middle, and five foot six on the right; all by two.
Yuko then added, “Friend or foe?” Ichi gave it some thought. James leaned in a bit to hear, since he had nothing better to do.
“Neutral, I just feel I should go see her.” he shrugged.
“Oooh, have you got a soft spot for her?”
“Well… No, considering I put her in there.”
“Jeesh dude, what the hell!” James jumped in with a glare. Yuko on the other hand, rolled her eyes.
“Oh hey, you acknowledged I’m a guy!”
“Can it you tease… How dare you smack a girl around.”
“I did not! It was an arena fight, that I got shoved into. Plus she gave me just as bad as a whoopin!”
The bickering commenced again, between the two. Yuko simply kept her cool, and zoned out. It was too much fun to watch a pretty boy, and a crimson fire head get into an argument.
Soon things came to a cool, and both came to an agreement. Ichi sighed deeply, “Alright are we clear on this?” “Yeah we’re clear.” he sighed and then smirked, “Though how you said it, I’d like to have a go at this Kirie.” Yuko then interrupted, “Well that’s all fine and dandy, but you see. We have other business to attend to, James.” “Wait we're already here?” replied James, with surprise.
The three were standing right in front of the doors to the hospital. All in all it took an hour.
Ichi snorted, “What other business does he have?” “A visit with Fushi, of course.” Yuko grinned, with James’ groan of denial. But his groan went higher as Yuko stepped on his foot. James howled and then bit his lip, “Jeesh Yuko, I was kidding!” “Hmph, hard to tell.” she said, without a care. She then took his hand and dragged him off.
Ichi just shook his head, “Another day and more weirdos flock to me. Well… I guess it’s not so bad.” With a sigh, he smiled again and entered the hospital.
The Blind and Crimson
Again I waste a whole week to put this up, even as it's finished. At least it's done, and I'm working on the next chapter. I don't have much to say about this one. Other than take a read and comment if you like, or just go your way. haha Oh and just for the record, it's been five days since Ichi's duel with Kirie. It's only been one day since his fight with Ibiki. Just solving if anybody got confused.

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Heh, it makes me ponder why I haven't written something in long while. Well actually posted. Could it be hiatus, or could it simply be I have run out of ideas?

    From doing original works or way too many fan fictions. As much as they help me and explore my creative talents in wanting to some day make my own stories. I still feel that I barely have scratched the surface. My ideas are big, but my skills of writing are... Semi good and feel rather self taught with time. I spend more time reading books, that I've literally collected all my life and never thought once about reading. The minute I struck twenty I finally decided to just read all I could, and learn how to keep my creative juices flowing. 
    Twenty one is right around the corner on February. I used to have a lot of close friends who I could look up to and have many stories to make and write down with. Whether it be original or fan fiction we did it all and had fun. But... Unfortunately it all went to my head many times, and I felt as though I need to drill into peoples heads and be the head of it all. This was back in Junior and Senior year of high school.
    It's been three years since then and its been well quiet. One friend's life basically went for the worst, but has steadily brought himself back up. We talk hear and there about wanting to get back in the flow... but seeing how it's been for the most part I don't see it happening. The other spent two years homeless and no matter what he did, he always made the wrong choices and took advantage of the help he was getting. Almost had me go through mental breakdown and wanting to do... well I'll keep that quiet, but I'm glad he went and got help, and though I don't pray much I hope he makes it, and grows up a little.
    That said, I feel I have gotten lazy down the line. Thankfully I got a job, so I can do something and keep my brain working. However I feel that no matter what I want to write in a story, I always have to try it in a fan fiction which unfortunately becomes the main thing, and the original piece becomes lost in translation. I'm also pretty good with drawing and half the time half to make a drawing in order for me to tell a whole story from it. I originally came on here in fact to show off my drawing skills, but only did a few cause I'm terrible with taking a picture from a camera and uploading it onto here, which is sad cause I've gotten better and done more, and to be frank the old drawing I got on here are rather dated.
    A project I should do at some point.
    As of now I have been writing what I want to call an Omnibus of a bleach fan fiction. Having stories from my fiction, along with the fiction of co-authors and friends SOULWARRIOR23 and Sketchbooksaturday. The first series I wanted it to take place in the Soul Academy cause really who gave a damn about that place? As far as I know, nobody. So that place fair game for me, and I can do what I want, but also keeping some fair rules of bleach-verse that Tite Kubo made, (For lack there of.)
    So with my free range I decide that it takes 3 years prior to the Bleach canon series. For those who don't know, three years before Ichigo Kurosaki was even a thing, (In all honesty I don't care about Ichigo!) Having this be an omnibus I needed a center character in this vast many of them, of which I'm still building. And seeing how I have done fan fiction with a good amount of my other characters, one always stood out as the throw in character who never really got touched on. That was Ichi Minamoto.
    As a fan of the blind swordsmen Zatoichi, and growing fan of the book, The Tale of Genji. I designed him from the two main characters of these's stories. Ichi from Zatoichi, and Hikaru Genji from the obvious. But from there that's all he really was in the beginning, a fan-service character if you will, that my character Kirie Tachibana falls deeply in love with and eventually he falls too. That was two years ago, and... Yeah it was funny back then, but I just felt it was wrong of me to make him just a throw in character. Though without saying I always liked keeping the factor of how he was not easy to read, and he could be a very strong fighter when need be.
    And so with that he became the central character, though I tell the story sometimes in different points of time where he may not there, it how ever leads up eventually to where he'll be. I also chose him, because of the factor of how it's difficult to play a blind person where it could be real, and yet not too real. Now I know bleach already has a blind character named Tousen, but really people sit back and think about how far is he really blind. He does nearly everything like one would do if they could see, hell he friggen used a pair of binoculars for Christ sake! It happened to be a serious moment too, and yet... How the hell could nobody in that scene have cracked a joke?!
    But I digress from that. Bleach has it's logic and jokes, and then you have my logic and jokes. Along with pointless plots, looking at you Central 46. Having a purpose makes you one thing, but how about having a personality or at least a character we can look at and have an opinion for. We get neither, instead it's a pointless group of people handing out orders, and when they die off that's all they were, and when new members come in it's the same old gig. What hell are they really there for, quite honestly Head Captain Yamamoto, (Clearly a Shogun) has done and shown plenty that he has done well on his own, and is no way some figure head of power like the Central.
    That out of my system.
    There is a lot of characters I've going to have in this series. Seeing that the soul academy will be the first for, hmm, I don't know how long but it's a start. Two, three, maybe five arc at best. Right now I'm stuck between two chapters one I was going to do before, but decided to let it sit for the next chapter I'm writing. A some what look back into the events leading during the first chapter, which would lead into the latest chapter.
    Guess I did it by the fact that I made the last chapter rather dark, and introduced an antagonist. Will he be minor or prove to be a lead, I'm not too sure. Though I'm glad to have re-introduced the character, who's initials are J.K.G another character I just made and threw into fan fiction without much thought. She only had two stories prior to this. The first I liked rather well and others did too, the second, I think it could have been better.
    Her character is a bit on the neutral ground as of now. Seeing how I made not all that interested in what was going on in the last chapter. Only attacking Ichi simply having been provoked, or was it by order? Ah shit now I'm confused... Heh, well there's also the problem of why I'm not exploring the soul academy as much? Well to answer that to any who even wanted to ask, I'll simply say this: Being that i'm a stranger in this world I rely on my characters to introduce me to it. Seeing how Ichi is rather a loner, and blind he's like me, barely knows where he's going or half the time forgets where he's at, keeping a smile and loving the trail he takes. 

Just felt like writing something down and well speaking my mind. Feels good to do even when I should be getting back to my writing of stories!
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The-Replicant Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2015  Professional Artisan Crafter
Happy birthday!! ^^
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2015
Oh man am I late on this one, but thank you very much! lol
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The-Replicant Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2014  Professional Artisan Crafter
Never had the time to check and read your gallery, too bad! You're very skilled at writing. Nice original stories and fanfics!
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2014
Thanks you very much! Though I wouldn't say I'm that skilled as a writer. What makes you say that I am? 
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The-Replicant Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Professional Artisan Crafter
Hehehehe, fine! If you say so, you will improve a lot for sure.   ^_^
Personally I think you have a very solid imagination, and you move well between the actions you describe for the characters of your stories and their dialogues. Stealth Strike is a good example. I tried to read a Bleach fanfic of yours. It's very well written, but sometimes I think you tend to describe too many body details altogether, but still good.  :)
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014
Thanks for the honest answer to a simple question. haha I find it weird how many have giving me good words but never told me why. Now at least I know now that my writing is rather good, but does need more touch ups here and there. And regrettably I do have problems when it comes to describing body details, all up front when I should make it more here and there. Though thanks again for your opinion!
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Thanks for the Fave :+fav:
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Your welcome!
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2013
your welcome
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sammley Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012  Student Artist
:nuu: :woohoo: thc for the :+fav: :glomp:
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012
lol Your very welcome!
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sammley Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2012  Student Artist
like mine new faces :P
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ilduceGN Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012
huh?
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sketchbooksaturday Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I forgot to tell you. I've got a new character for the next gen.
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