Bleach: The Legend of Daemon Arising

Chapter 1

The Beginning Sea

[Blood red waves crashing against a rocky shore, a drowning sun casting shadows like a dying flame, and the boy of prophecy with glowing blue eyes to save it all. His eyes, like none ever seen before, and his smile, so calming and hopeful. Unknown to the dangers that lurked ahead, yet ever hopeful, he would remain. This boy, this Savior, was none other than Keno Mizuzaki. His family had secrets, secrets that if known would bring the world into ruin, catastrophe, destruction, and The End of Time itself. This was not his Quest. He was meant for much more. he was The Savior. He was a legend close to unlocking his true potential. He would save The Multiverse, and bring about peace for eons to come, but he would not do it alone. No Quest is complete without companionship, friends, love, and truly, without a story. This is his tale, and the adventures that happened along the way. This is The Legend of Daemon Arising...]

Keno watched the waves ever so intently, his mind lost in thoughts of future times. He always found himself falling into deep daydreams when at peace. It wasn't uncommon for these daydreams to last hours at a time. They were always of the impossible, and sometimes the unthinkable. No psychologist could explain the meanings of these daydreams, nor could they cure him, for there was nothing wrong. He was perfect in every aspect. His hair for instance: Dark brown hair that curled around his ears, but reached no further than that. His eyes: Deep rippling blue oceans that one could become lost in, and a piercing glow that penetrated any darkness. He was the perfect warrior, and would one day become the perfect Shinigami...

He was not on this shore for no reason, indeed there was a reason, but not a good one. Two years ago, on this very day, he lost someone. His cousin, Hiskai Feng, died where he now stood. The cause of death was unknown, but that never stopped Keno from visiting this place. His cousin had run off with some girl, and lost his life that day. He did the math and realized, they were now the same age. Both eighteen years old, but Keno would keep aging, and would soon surpass his cousin in age. This was unthinkable, the very thought almost unbearable. Keno had never cried once in his life, until then...

A familiar hand fell on Keno's shoulder, but he didn't jump. He knew this hand, it was his dear friends. She had begged to come along, but refused to tell why. He found that irritating, and not many things did bother him. He was always calm and smooth, probably the reason this girl had a slight crush on him. She was pretty, for a German girl at least. Her family had recently moved to Japan for business. She had a beautiful name as well, Hana Jagger, the Flower Girl as he liked to call her. Hana had a fascination with Nature that Keno couldn't quite understand. He enjoyed her company though, and loved her German accent. He didn't know what it was about her, but she was just... fascinating.

Whenever Hana spoke, she somehow always managed to drag Keno back into reality. "Hey Mizu-chan, it's starting to get dark out. We should head back soon." He absolutely despised that childish nickname she always called him, but he always chose to ignore it. Maybe he secretly liked it, but that would just be weird. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, the day was hardly even over. They had maybe 20 minutes of light left based on his estimates. Then he remembered, tonight was the New Moon, so that meant complete and utter darkness. He made up his mind. "I see where you're coming from Hana, let's get going."

Wind. No not a slight breeze, not even a gust, just pure Wind. It caught both Keno and Hana by surprised. It's like they were hit with a solid wall. They fell over the rocks, and into the hungry sea below. It was at least an 8 meter fall, but it lasted an eternity. Keno looked deep into the water, as if searching for something that wasn't there. Hana on the other hand, she screamed. She screamed until she hit those murderous waves, and was sent crashing against the rocky bed below. Hana was the first to succumb to unconsciousness. Keno remained calm, and managed to perfect a forward dive into the wild sea. His immediate instinct was to get out of there as quickly as possible, but he needed to save Hana. His eyes glowed as they scanned the seabed. It only took a few seconds to locate his dear friend. She appeared to have suffered a head wound. This was bad...

About five minutes passed before Keno finally surfaced, and in his arms, laid the body of Hana Jagger. She wasn't breathing, yet he somehow remained calm and hopeful. It took a while, but he got her onto the shore. His eyes examined her whole body, a little perverted sure, but he was searching for answers. There. A flicker of her eyelids, she was still alive. Her breaths were shallow, almost unnoticeable, but she was alive. He sighed, relaxed a little, and began to think. That wind. It wasn't natural. Not in a short burst like that. No. That was not just wind, it was Wind, the pure Element of Wind, which meant they were in danger. He cursed himself for not being born with the eyes to see the other planes. Only The Daemon, thought to be mythical warriors of another Universe, can bend pure Elemental powers to their will. They were mighty creatures, with a total of 12 Races in their vast existence. One for each Element, and Keno knew them all...

As stated before, the Mizuzaki household passed down forbidden secrets from father to son, and these secrets revolved around The Multiverse. Multiple Universes overlapping each other in a way thought impossible by modern scientists, but it was true. It was all true, and Keno knew it. Keno knew of a total of 14 Universes, or Realms for a better term. The 12 Elemental Realms, and Heaven and Hell. Yes, that's right. Heaven and Hell. They exist, but maybe not in the way some people have come to believe. That's a story for another time though. Keno needed to focus. Why would a Daemon target him and Hana? Maybe it was a mistake, or perhaps not. These types of things always happened to his family. Hence why his cousin is dead. He cursed himself once more. How stupid could he be. Hana shouldn't be around someone as dangerous as him. If she survived all this, he would make it up to her. She deserved so much more. He looked down at her frail form, and for the first time noticed the fog that was rolling in...

Fog, a deep, pitch black, impenetrable fog. This wasn't Wind or Water. No. This was much worse. Oh, by The Gods no. "Hana. If you're going to wake up anytime soon. I would suggest sometime between now and the next 30 seconds." His voice was shaking, for reasons he couldn't understand. His mind was clear, and his gaze was concentrated on the unmoving body of Hana Jagger. No. Not unmoving. She was beginning to stir, as good a time as ever he supposed.

Hana was up and on her feet surprisingly quickly. Keno took a note of this: she recovered quickly. She was looking around like a frantic rabbit surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves, so Keno grabbed her hand, and held on tight. The darkness was now up to their waist, and it was a bit concerning. The more Keno tried to find the source of this fog, the more he realized he couldn't see through it. This was impossible. His eyes saw through any darkness, it was his gift. Just as his cousin, Hiskai, was impervious to any fire. He supposed Hana had some connection to all this, and her gift must be quick rejuvenation. Surely The Daemon at work here wasn't after people like him and Hana? Though it was extremely possible. He had lost many people in his family, and he never knew why. Some would just disappear, and others would be found in their houses killed in the most unimaginable ways. Was this what The Gods had in store for his extraordinary family? Maybe so...