#bleach reversed

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He couldn't move.

Ichigo felt his legs stop, his lungs refusing to breathe. Instead, he stared at Kokutō, unblinking as he tried to understand what was just said. "You… murdered everyone in the palace." The words didn't feel real.

Kokutō stopped a few steps away, a blank look on his face. "It seems like a dream sometimes." His eye narrowed, his head turning away. "Sometimes, whenever that memory comes to mind, I try to remember if I even felt a hint of satisfaction, but I always return empty-handed." A hint of sorrow could be heard in his voice. "And in the end, I never even got to see my family again. I never got a chance… to say sorry."

Well, that explains why he's here, Ichigo thought, his jaw tightening. He didn't know what to do, what to say. Conflicted, he stood next to Kokuto, eyes narrowed. "So, what do you hope to accomplish by helping me find my sisters?"

Shrugging, Kokutō sighed. "I'd rather you not have to fall into the same fate I did." He looked up, meeting Ichigo's eyes. "I'm a lost cause, there's nothing that can undo what I've done. And, to be honest, I don't regret what I did." His voice was cold. "That bastard deserved his fate, and I would do it again if I were given the choice. However, if I can help you find your sisters, I feel like… I can break a cycle." He crossed his arms, looking down. "Ya know what I mean, kid?"

Unsure if he completely believed what Kokutō said, Ichigo nodded slowly. "Sure. I think I do, at least." But how can I know? Wouldn't he want to find a way out? His thoughts began to echo loudly in his mind, fear and uncertainty in his chest.

"Don't worry, I promise you we'll find them." Kokutō offered a tired smile. "And if those bastards have harmed her in any way, we'll make sure they regret it." For a moment, he looked older, like a tired old man who had held onto a grudge for far, far too long.

Forcing a smile, Ichigo sighed. "Thank you." He walked ahead a bit, turning away from Kokutō. "I'm grateful to have you here to help me prevent that fate, Kokutō."

Light filtered in through the darkness, illuminating the stone, worn stairs. Ichigo stared in disbelief, wondering if he were seeing things. Did… did we reach the end of the stairs? How long have we been walking?

"Finally!" Kokutō sprinted down the stairs, standing in the entry way. "We've made it! In no time at all, we'll be able to make it to Captain Amagai's fortress!" He turned, staring out into the desolate wasteland that stood before them. "We're not out of the woods just yet, of course, but we're so close now. We can celebrate that at least."

Ichigo…

The hairs on Ichigo's neck stood up again, that familiar shiver trailing down his spine once again. Turning back, he could no longer see the stairs, only pitch blackness, thick and deep. He could just make out a shape in that darkness, moving slowly towards him, reaching for him. Ichigo… Ichigo…

"Hey, are ya comin', kid?"

Brought back once again, Ichigo stepped out of the entryway, watching as it crumbled and fell away, leaving him to stare into the horizon, fear curdling in his stomach. What… what was that?

Read more of Bleach: Re(Vers)ed here (on hiatus): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21523390/chapters/51305074

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Bleach: Revisited Series

Hello, (Bleach) Tumblr! I’m back after... a while!

I used to be chiapet-irl on tumblr, and now I’m back to remake my fanfiction-based tumblr. I am the author of the ongoing Bleach: Revisited Series and just wanted to make a post promoting it real quick!

What is B:R?

Bleach: Revisited is a canon rewrite of the original Bleach Series, starting from the beginning of the Arrancar arc and going towards (and past) the TYBW arc. It is an IchiRuki based series, but IchiHime shippers are welcome and loved. There are a few OC’s, LGBT+ pairings, and quite of bit of world building, so if those are your things, then give it a read! 

We are currently at two novels (over half a million words) so it is a long, long series (just so you’re aware!).

Here’s a quick excerpt from the first book:

"You play guitar?" Tatsuki asked, her eyes wide. "H-how'd you get a guitar in the Soul Society?"

Shuhei finished chewing, fishing another noodle from his bowl. "I picked one up while on a mission here," he said. "It was about a month or two ago, I think. This guy was throwing it away, which I thought was strange, since it was almost in perfect shape." He shook his head, smirking a bit. "I think he just couldn't figure out to use it," he explained, "or he had given up on learning how to."

Laughing, Tatsuki shook her head. "That's a shame," she said. "At least you got a free guitar out of it, though. You'll have to play sometime for us!" She took another bite, excited. Shuhei looked a little embarrassed, placing his utensils on the table.

"W-well, I've never played for an audience, you see," he said. "My division members don't really like hearing me play, so I kind of… have to go off and practice on my own, so I'm not that sure I'm good at it."

Tatsuki looked shocked, finishing her chewing. "If you ever need to practice, you can just chill here," she said. "We've got a music store nearby that has tutorials and stuff, and I don't really mind if you practice in the guest room. I… don't really have many people over, and my parents are usually gone anyways."

"Y-you'd seriously let me practice here?" Shuhei asked, nearly choking on his food. "Even if it sucked?"

Tatsuki shrugged, raising her bowl and drinking the broth at the bottom in one go. With a sigh of satisfaction, she wiped her mouth and smiled. "I don't see why the hell not," she said. "I'm not here all the time anyways, and even if I was, I feel someone should support you in your hobbies. It sucks when your friends and coworkers don't, and I feel if anyone should, it should be me." Setting her bowl down, she stood, leaning over the table, hand extended. "Does that sound like a good deal to you?"

It took Shuhei a few seconds to contemplate what was happening. Here was a human, basically asking him to be her friend, to support him in his own hobbies. This day just kept getting more and more interesting. "I-I-I guess so," he managed, slowly raising his hand. He grasped her hand, feeling her shake their clasped hands up and down three times.

"Then it's settled," she said confidently, placing her empty dishes in the kitchen. "You can come back here and practice as many times as you want. Ya know, after we defeat Aizen and all that." The clink of her dishes on the counter filled the small pause, her back turned to him.

There it was again, that small terror in the back of her mind. The possibility that, after all this, they may not win.

"We will win," Tatsuki said aloud, mostly for herself. "And when we do, I'm going to sleep for at least three days straight."

Shuhei laughed a little, resting his head in his hands. He knew he'd need at least a full week's worth of recovery, especially with how little sleep he'd gotten. "Same here," he said between laughs. "And it'll hopefully be a dreamless sleep." They both laughed until they struggled to breathe, the air silent once more.

"What will you do if you have to fight Tosen?" Tatsuki asked, her eyes serious once more. The question ate away at her mind, unable to stay silent. "Do you think you could fight him?" she continued, looking over at the tired Shinigami. Shuhei lifted his head from his hands, the shadows over his eyes harsh.

"Probably," he replied at last. "I gotta protect my friends, after all."

A knock on the door interrupted them, causing the two of them to tense up. "Hisagi?!" called the muffled, familiar voice of Ikkaku. "Let's go! We've got another long night ahead of us! Yer late!"

Shuhei shook his head, standing now. "Gotta go," he called over his shoulder to Tatsuki, quickly grabbing Kazeshini off the floor, sliding the sword into his belt. His hand rested on the hilt, contemplating for a moment.

"Thank you, Arisawa," Shuhei said, standing at the front door. His head was turned away from her.

Tatsuki tilted her head, asking, "For what?" She seemed confused.

His hand on the door handle, Shuhei simply replied, "For everything. For showing me that I was wrong about humans." His head turned, the 69 tattoo on his face revealed. "For showing me that, even in death, we are still very much the same."

With that, he opened the door, stepping out into the night air.

This account will occasionally post updates on the series. Currently, we are on book two, Bleach: Re(Vers)ed, which looks at both the Fullbringer arc and a dash of Hell Verse (and we are nearing the halfway mark!).

Links:

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15681246/chapters/36433008

FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13014282/1/Bleach-Revisited

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Chapter 44 of Bleach: Re(Vers)ed

Choking on the dust floating in the air, Ichigo righted himself, pointing the longer counterpart of Zangetsu upward. He watched as the crazed captain stared him down, eyes bugged out and shimmering with tears. Is he… crying? Ichigo thought, flabbergasted. "What are you going on about?!" he called out, Zangetsu's chain rattling. "You aren't making any sense!"

"YOU ASKED FOR AN EXPLANATION, KUROSAKI!" Extending his hands outward, Amagai screamed, dust clinging to the rivers of tears. His eyes were red, irritated by the sand and debris. "THERE IS MUCH TO TELL!"

A streak of black and red shot through the air, nearly toppling the crazed captain from his place on the Kushanāda's shoulder. Amagai could see the rage and disgust in Ichigo's eyes, practically relishing in this stew of emotion. "Why… should I know?!" Ichigo said through gritted teeth. "It doesn't even… matter!" The physical force building between their blades began to build, Ichigo's hands beginning to shake. "All that… I'm here to do… is bring my friends and family out of… this place!" The blades gave out, both opponents' bodies rolling to the left.

Before Ichigo could react, Amagai lashed out, his foot hitting Ichigo in the chest, knocking him off his perch. Of course, Ichigo caught himself midway down, pushing off the motionless Kushanāda's chest and came to a resting stop midair.

"Foolish boy," Amagai spat, his eyes sparking with rage. "This affects you more than you could ever understand. Now listen closely…"

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Chapter 43 of Bleach: Re(Vers)ed

Gritting his teeth, Uryu silently mourned the worst casualty imaginable. Blue eyes watched the singed hem of his shirt flap wildly behind him, the flames that had eaten at them extinguishing as he moved. Dammit, he thought. And I just fixed this shirt not that long ago.

"I must admit, I don't believe I've ever had the opportunity to fight a Quincy before." His smooth voice carrying across the scorched battlefield, Shuren's fingers flexed, sparks flaring from his fingernails. "Perhaps this will be good practice!" Like tossing a baseball, he unleashed another volley of fireballs towards Uryu, trails of red sparks falling away behind them.

This is going nowhere, Uryu thought, bending backward as he dodged the first volley. We'll get nowhere by dancing around each other. The second fireball hit the edge of Ginrei Kojaku, causing violent white-hot sparks flying and hitting his hand. He bit the inside of his cheek, fighting back the urge to cry out.

Rolling his eyes, Shuren summoned another mini-inferno. "Well, you're certainly no fun, are you?" he taunted, head tilting to the side. "I believed you'd be a bit more… chatty. Come now, you certainly must have something to say?"

"I didn't come here to converse," Uryu countered, pulling back an arrow in anticipation. "If you wanted conversation, maybe you should have paired up with one of your friends. I have a mission at hand."

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