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This is a story of my OC, Creative plot and OC belong to me. AsianCPT. Also i'm not an english speaker so please i'm sorry if there's any grammatical error❤️
I'm merely made a fanfiction of it, all rights and trade marks of Bleach and Its character is belong to the original Author: Tite Kubo.
Set years before the fateful meeting between Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki, Long before Ichigo Kurosaki's journey as a Substitute Shinigami began.
Bleach: Zero explores an untold chapter in the Soul Society's history. At its heart is Ryuunosuke Kaito, a frail soul from the Rukongai adopted into the prestigious Kuchiki family by Byakuya himself.
His existence causing a ripples in the reality, causing the reality to diverge from the main timeline, creating an alternate reality for Bleach Universe. Despite his meek beginnings, Kaito's incredible latent power and unyielding determination lead him to a pivotal role in the Sixth Division, serving as a junior lieutenant under Byakuya and Renji.
But Kaito's journey is far from simple. Haunted by mysterious wishes made in the final moments of his mortal life, Kaito finds himself bonded to the enigmatic and all-powerful zanpakuto, Tengetsu. This connection not only grants him the ability to adapt to any threat but also draws the attention of allies and enemies alike, including the Gotei 13, Central 46, and even the Royal Guard.
The story unfolds against the backdrop of deepening conspiracies, forbidden knowledge, and the brewing chaos that will eventually ripple into Ichigo's era.
Bleach: Zero is a tale of redemption, growth, and the choices that shape destinies, seamlessly blending new lore with the beloved canon of Tite Kubo's universe.
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He was a frustrated, fresh-out of college singer-songwriter. She was a frustrated, supposed-to-be graduating college student working at a milk tea café.
He was supposed to sign in with a label, until his band ditched him. She was supposed to be studying, until her mom filed for divorce.
They were both frustrated. They were both lost. They were both searching. . . until a cup of milk tea poured onto the music sheets. It was terrible, it was horrible. It was a giant blob of stain in contrast with the white-lined sheets. Surprisingly, though, it created a masterpiece with the perfect symphony.
L O V E Series - II // can be read as a standalone