I didn't choose to be born into a family full of hatered, blood lust, a bunch of killers and murderers. Atleast thats how i saw it. I come from a generation of killers. They're Rogues. When I was born I was born as a older brother. The only person who saw beyond slaughter and blood shed was my mom. We were born in the spirit world. But my mom was so kind hearted. My younger brother Kiro, was so innocent. I often left him home when I left. I wasn't as kind as my mom, but wasn't as evil as my dad. I didn't think outside the box. To me, life was simple. You live it, You die. And it ends. Nothing will stop and pause for you. I lived to the age of 12 with these thoughts.I was working a bit late. I worked late because I always wanted to keep my mother and brother full. My mom hated when i worried myself she joked around saying "You'll get wrinkles, and gray hair" Me working so hard for months caused eyes bags. You could see i was exhausted, I always tried to hide it. But my mom saw passed it she always did. I couldn't trick her. She was to smart. I worked at a local store, helping carry heavy loads. I gained a athletic figure from this. I worked myself to a point i fell into a coma. I slept at home for a week. I started to see these weird things, Black Cloaks, Black Katanas, Straw hats. Finally that day arrived. The one that changed my life. I heard a "Swoosh" sound, and the dark presence awoke me. I ran into the living room. To see to cloaked figures. I couldn't see the faces, they had straw hats that shadowed the face. They stood with their Katanas at hand. My mom was infront of the taller, stocky one. Who sent his straw hat off, to reveal a middle aged man. He had these eyes, that pierce hearts. His eyes looked like mine. I relised that was my father the second i saw him. He sent his katana into my moms stomach, slamming her to the wall. My Mom stood there with tears in her eyes. She sent the back of her palm across his face gently stroking his cheek her eyes had a helpless look as if she tried to prevent him from walking down that path.But failed. The man next to him turned to face me, taking off his hat. I noticed it was my brother. His eyes looked deadly. But i saw passed that, i saw that he had some sadness inside of him. He looked at me. When the other man raised his hand, Kenji stabbed Kiro. Kiro was facing me with Kenji's back to me.I saw Kiros eyes, They looked like he needed me. Like he was saying "Why didn't you stop this" I still remember that look to this day. I was powerless to stop him. I grabbed my mom and Kiro. I buried them both. I missed Kiro. He was such a good kid, he had to much compasion. He was weak hearted. Always letting people borrow his stuff, they never returned it so i had to get it back.The kid was gulible. This one time some bully tricked him into giving him his bell. His bell was a string with a feather stitched with it, it was silver. He loved that thing. It had a certain ring to it to. I of course had to get it back, when he came home crying. I placed Kiro in his grave as well. I did nothing but constantly cry. I actually cried to a point i didn't have tears. My eyes started to look careless. I left the graves. I found my own path. To make sure that never happened again,My mom tried every way she knew to stop this without blood shed.But the last option was final, Blood shed was needed, it was demanded.I saw this as accomplishing my moms goal, to let her Rest in peace with no regret. So I became a wanderer. I became a powerful foe, but i knew it wasn't enough. One day at a pub i got word about a Zanpaktou named "Kuromi" the rumor was no one could weild it. It casts you into a illusion without you knowing then kills you. I set forth to find it. There it was standing there. I grabbed the Zanpaktou, without emotion. The Zanpaktou allowed me to weild it. Or so i thought. After I left the temple i found it in. I was approached by demon looking figures. I fought them using it. It felt like it was a limb, like it was an arm, as if i had it for years. After that fight, i saw myself back at the temple, still not holding it. It was another illusion. I found myself in a place called the Black Box. The spirit of Kuromi casted me in it. Kuromi told me that if i wanted to weild him i must get out, and that billions of people tried but no one weilded him. I trained for years and found a escape route. Managing to escape, Kuromi gladly allowed me to weild him. Finally, I was ready to take my revenge. After years.
Final
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Kenji: Tears of regret.
Before i left, i visited my mother and my brothers grave. For the last time ,i was dressed in a black kimono, with black arm guards moving from the forearm to the hand itself. Open fingered. I had the Zanpaktou in a black sheath at my side and a straw hat on. It concealed my face under the shadow accept for my mouth. Black sandles. The sun was setting, i crouched down. The hilltop i buried them on glistened a bit. I put my hand over the grave. A tear dropped off the eye to the floor. And i left. I burned down the house in hopes i can forget those memories. I sat infront of the house burning. The wind blew hitting my back, the houses fire stayed a distance from me. I finally headed to where Kenji and my father were said to be. I walked up the narrow road, into a mansion like place. The mansion looked broken and old. I walked in entering a temple underground. It had fire torchs in the long halls. There were thousands of halls. I could esily get lost. For some reason something in my heart told me where to go. Almost as if it rung like a bell. I follow it to a dark room. The room had a leak of light coming from the windows near the roof. I saw a man with his back turned to me. I noticed his red eyes. It was Kenji. "Leave you came to far, the ending won't be what you expect. You will regret this moment" he said it in a calm serious voice. That moment I couldn't answer. The hatred made me attack first. He blocked it meeting my katana. He hacked away with strength, i matched his strikes one by one. For a while it seemed like we were equally matched. But i was holding back, after i saw he reached his maximum power. I used my true power and hacked him away from a right crossed. He fell to the floor. His sky black eyes looked to the ceiling. I stood over him. He seemed happy to die. He coughed out blood and said "Thank you. You ended my misery, i felt like a bird trapped in a cage, the only thing that can open that cage was death." His eyes sprinkled with tears. The second that tear touched the floor he said. "I have regrets, and I have one last wish. That you heal me." I was hesitant in doing this but i had to. I healed him. He rised back up and lead me through the halls. I kept my guard up. When we reached a room more like the other.
Shaba; This Curropted World[/color] Kenji burster into the room first. He attacked a cloaked man. My father Tokotoro. Kenji told me to go to the next room. I went to the next room. To meet a figure. I noticed black sandle, Black robe, a straw hat. And when i looked at that straw hat, i noticed...A bell, with a feather stitched to the string. When the figure turned the bell made the same sound my brothers bell did. Soon enough the figure spoke "You left me for dead." The voice of my brother made my heart bounce to my throat. I felt like i died that second. He took off the straw hat to reveal his striped face. Burn marks came down his face diagnolly, the burns were smooth though. I didn't try to reason, by his eyes i knew my brother was dead. I lunged in fighting with him. We fought hard, and i managed to match his strength. His strength grew and grew. Next thing you knew we entered Bankai form. I fought him with my hardest. He was so strong. I sliced the side of his ribs down to the bottom of his heart, allowing him to drop. He barly managed to speak, he said. "..H-How?" and i spoke, the first time since my mother died. I said "Corruption and anger lead to your death" he smiled, I looked at his face and saw a face of a angle. "I wish this never happened, he corrupted my soul with his cursed Bankai. I wish i could go back intime and stop this, I wish mom was back" I stood next to him allowing a tear to drop. He reached out holding my hand. I felt the bell being placed in my palm. "Tell mom i said hello" I said it in a soft voice. "Im not going to where mom is, Sorry brother." He passed away, closing his eyes. He looked so peacful when he closed his eyes for the last time. I said "You never know" closing my palm. On my way back down the road. Heavy rain slammed to the floor. I walked with the bell in my hand. I went back to the grave stone, taking Kiro in a body bag with me. I placed him in the same grave as mom. I left that grave. The only thing that was on my mind for years was how curropted the world was. I burried Kenji next to the graves as well. As for dad, I left him for the insects to feed off of. I became a member of Squad 11, and quickly rised to Captain.
Zanpaktou
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+Name; Kuromi +Weild by ; Majid Akemi +Age ; 1,000 years.
+Power ;
First Stage -- The first stage allows the use of Sound it also allows the user to deflect
Shikai -- Second Stage allows the use of Aerokinesis.
Bankai -- The Bankai allows the user to use all the stages, and cast illusions. These illusions are hard to get out of, and may make the enemy go crazy eventually blacking out.It is triggered by a word. "Shaba" meaning "This corrupted world"
+Additional information ; Majid was the first and only to weild it.