Shinigami-club

Bruised Purple He could recall the very moment his son was born. The elation he felt was only eclipsed slightly by his dread of Ichigo's future. After all his child, his baby boy was the child of a soul reaper, and a human who had a certain amount of spiritual power. It was inevitable that the kid gain the 'sight.' And it was only a matter of time before Ichigo's power progressed from there. He was a coward. He knew that well and truly. He could have spilled his secrets, confided in his son. But he didn't, allowing the darkness to infold around the teen, the guilt to eat away at him until he could no longer stand being powerless. He stood b

Warning: Spoilers for Bleach Movie 4- The Hell Chapter Shades of Grey He never thought he would relate to the younger man this way; that there would be a sort of kinship between them. Things had always been black and white for him. There was no deviating from his path, no second guessing or voicing of his own opinions. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed an opinion, not in things that really mattered. He had made one choice on his own, and look how well that turned out. No, whether he admitted it or not, he was but a tool, a mere slave to the mediocrity of the aristocracy. It was his duty, nay his privilege to uphold the very foundations

Black Blurs Of all the pain he had felt over the last year or so, nothing compared to this. This gasping, wrenching, hot searing feeling of his very soul being torn asunder. The severing of his heart from his mind, the ebb and flow of his power leaking out from him in tangible black ribbons. To feel so weak... From the moment he had grasped that gleaming blade and thrust it into his chest willingly, he had grown accustom to the burning sensations of his Reaper powers. The fire that coursed through his veins, driving him onward in his quest to protect all he cared about. It had opened a whole new world full of purpose and deep friendships.