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Ok, number one, I don't know why I wrote this. Number two, I am never ever posting this anywhere else, and I hope never to have to see it again.
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Title: Ordinance
Disclaimer: No money is made off this work of fiction. Bleach is not mine. If it was, I would be rich and I wouldn’t be writing this, now would I?
Summary: The future has not been ordained yet. And so everything changes. Minor crossover with xxxholic. AU crack.
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Dark eyes stared out over the battlefield.
It’s over…
A flash of red and black. “Ichigo!”
I’m here! Renji!
Black cloth rustled as a figure with the number four emblazoned in black on pristine white kneels near a fallen figure topped by golden orange. A dark head shakes and the red haired man howls pulling the limp orange topped figure close.
“No! Ichigo!”
I’m right here!
No. You are separate to them now.
You are no longer human, no longer shinigami, no longer hollow, you are Ascendant.
No. Renji!!!
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Renji stood outside of the Kurosaki Residence, the red belt that once secured Zangetsu to Ichigo’s back in his hand. He stared down at the red links; all that could be recovered before Ichigo’s spiritual form had dissipated as his soul moved on to the next stage of his existence. The shinigami took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
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A woman dressed in black stands tall, cold eyes cast toward the ground even as she converses with that which she can neither see nor fully comprehend.
“God’s power transcends that of even the Time Space Witch,” she said, “Your wish I cannot grant, for you already have that power.”
I don’t understand.
“You are Ascendant. You are King. You are GOD. Beyond the comprehension of all who exist on a physical plane.”
That makes no sense!
“Accept your destiny, and understanding will come after.”
I’m just a fifteen year old boy!
“You were a fifteen year old boy. Now you are God.”
I never wanted this…
“No one ever does, but such is fate.”
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Time was meaningless to them. All he knew was that the metaphysical world had moved on. There was no sight, no sound, not sensation, only the drifting and the calm. The other presences came and went as they willed, and sometimes it watched with all the others. The future has not been ordained yet. It suddenly knew and understood, for the presences had all vanished. It was a he and He had a name. He had precious people who loved him and he loved in turn. He could not abandon them. He swept through it all and found for Himself a place… He swept through the infinite to what He sought and…
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…burbon eyes widened as he turned to face the blade that was racing toward him. Pale blue particles swirled round him and deflected the blade. All movement stopped. A tendril of energy brushed across his skin, and Ichigo felt his wounds close as new strength flooded his veins. Across the room, the energy coalesced into the vague form of a person.
We are one and the same. Our will is that of the Ascendant. Ours is the will of God.
The figure dissipated into formless energy and drifted around the teen. Both were heedless of the eyes drawn to them.
But we are different. I am I and you are you. I am Ascendant and you are Human. But more than simple power is needed to win this battle. You are me and I am you. I give you a gift…
The energy was sucked into Ichigo’s whose eyes closed as warmth and peace flooded his senses.
“Nothing will be the same!” the words fell from the teen’s lips and a blast of power poured from his body.
A collective gasp drew him to open his eyes, and over his black shihakusho was a golden robe, but he was not surprised.
And Aizen knew he was lost.
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