Title: Bleach Gear: Heavenly Moon Road

By: Kurosakini Co: Infinite Zangestu

A/N This is my First FanFic so don't kill me if I did something wrong. Tell me, and I'll fix/improve it.

Remember your opinion/ideas are important to me. I'd like to know what you think, what you'd like, and what you hate. If you don't like my story, remember I'm not forcing you to read it.

Challenge taken from Infinite Zangestu, he helped with ideas, and keeping me on track. Arigato.

"Talking"

"Thinking"

DISCLAIMER: I do not and will never own Bleach or Air Gear. This was done purely for entertainment, entertainment for others who enjoy what I do.

Normal Point of View.

There are 28 Regalia's, 28 perfect Regalia's each built with perfection and an irreplaceable 'Core'. But did anybody wonder who the creator of those perfect objects was? Who was the start of everything? Who the father of Air Treks is? All we know is that scientists created A-T technology, but after research they realized that the technology could not be utilized fully by ordinary people. And to overcome this problem, they created genetically modified children. Who were raised under zero-gravity conditions, who used A-T from birth. And they were called the Gravity Children, and there 28 children's each wielding a Regalia. They escaped, and integrated into normal human society, they are stronger, powerful, and more skillful than any human being. Though they suffer due to the change in gravity. They think that they've escaped, but they are still being watched. By the creator of A-T technology, he is in every corner, watching, and waiting. He knows that something is about to happen.

Ichigo's Point of View.

I can feel the wind against my face, making my hair sway. I never knew how much I've missed this feeling, how much I loved to live on the edge, When I was a shinigami, when I had a purpose.

Ichigo's Point of View

I lost my shinigami powers for the sake of humanity. This resulted in both, this weird cross tattoo on the back of my neck. Nobody's seen it, but it gives me a weird chill, as if warning me of something. And things did not turn out as well as I had expected. Chad, Ishida, and Orihime stopped including me in their 'activities'. The thing that brought us together broke us apart. I knew that they thought I was weak. I can see it in their eyes. They think that just because I'm normal, I'm a piece of glass along with the other humans. We're drifting apart. Rukia or any other shinigami, don't visit. But I can partially understand why, they're dead, I'm not. I've changed. I can feel it. Weakness changes people, isolation changes people. My attitude changed, my life changed, my being, all for the worse. As far as I care, they can continue to live they're lives. I'm still walking forward. Even though I've lost my resolve I'll go on to prove to them that I can still go on. But even though I'm walking forward I feel empty.

I walk down the dark alley. I know that I'll be late for dinner but who cares? My dad was a shinigami his whole life and I didn't know. My foot bumps into something along the way. Being curious I checked what it is. It was a pair of skates, not just any skates, it's the Air Treks. The skates that were supposed to make you feel as though you were flying. These pair looked a bit worn out and in a really bad condition. I was going to keep walking but when I looked at the skates I saw hope.

These skates showed promise, showed life, even in its bad condition I picked it up. I tossed them over my shoulder and continued walking.

A week had passed, the skates looked a little better. I spent all my afternoons after school looking for used pieces to fix the a-treks. I looked at these skates; they were a product of my hard work. And admitting it I felt really better this week. I didn't feel grouchy, mad, sad, depressed. These skates had made me so busy, I forgot all my problems. My life began to turn bright again. My heart, my life, my soul, were coming out of its depressed state.

Looking over at the skates, they needed more work. But I'm sure that they would do both, make my life brighter and the long awaited excitement to fly, again.

A month had passed. The skates looked good as new. The skates shined and screamed my name. These skates were my saviors. They dragged me out of my depressing pit, and my grades rose. Tatsuki confronted me applauding me on my change for the better. Even though Chad, Ishida, and Orihime were out of my life I still had tatsuki, keigo, mizuro. I had the life before the shinigami incident. Looking at the skates I thought that it was time to try these skates out.

After tying on the laces I was starting to doubt that this was going to work. I didn't feel like I could fly. And, the last time I tried skating was with my mom. She was addicted to skating; she did all types of skating, to snowboarding. Sighing I stood up and took a roll forward. My eyes widened, as my skates went out of control and pushed me forward. Panicking that I'd fall, I rolled the other foot in front. Putting forward the motion of skating. I was going extremely fast, my body felt light. But soon after I feel down on my butt. I lacked experience but if I put enough practice I could do it. Grinning from ear to ear I stood up and tried again.

That night I feel asleep in peace. It was the first time in a year that I slept so soundly. No nightmares, no painful hearts, no nothing. I woke up as if I was opening my eyes for the first time. I felt a smile spread across my face. Everything was bright. The sun was out; my dad didn't attack me to wake me up anymore, declaring that I was a man already. I stretched, today was a Saturday. I didn't have to worry about school, but even though there was no school today I got dressed, threw the skates over my shoulder and left the house in search for a good practice ground.

There was an abandoned construction site nearby. From the looks of it nobody's been here in years. 'Perfect' I thought. I immediately put on my skates and stared practicing. Of course I'd fall down and injure myself. But my motivation to fly, the breeze to hit against my face, to be unnormal, drove me on. The day was nearing to an end. The sky was orange, I chuckled. I was tired; I walked over to the unfinished building and lay behind a wall. Just in case some gangsters decided to some by and 'hang out'. My back collapsed with the dirty ground, but I didn't give a care in the world. My tiredness took over and I found myself closing my eyes.

When I awoke the stars laid nicely in the navy sky. But there was a funny sound emitting from the other side of the wall I was laying near to. Picking up my stuff and slinging it over my shoulder I carefully walked to the other side. My eyes widened, there was a stage, and many lights shone upon it. People surrounded the stage cheering, screaming, and yelling. On the stage were a group of people wearing a-treks doing flips, and cool tricks. They were painted with neon colors, the colors forming original and amazing designs. Suddenly the lights turned off making the neon effect awe taking. The neon colors that were painted into each individual were different, the colors, designs. You could see the outline of each person and when put together they looked like dancing colors, blending with each other, painting on a canvas.

I was shocked I didn't even know such a place existed. A place hidden from the normality, from the light, I wondered why I never heard of this. I almost had the urge to slap myself, to awaken myself from this dream. But this was not a dream, this was real everything was real. And as if on key the group cleared the stage. It seemed as if the show was over but nobody was leaving. There was an eerie feeling in the air.

A guy with a television as a head walked out and yelled into the microphone. I wasn't paying attention to what he said; my eyes were glued to the two people on the opposite side of the courts. Each wore a-treks, on one side was a guy with shaggy black hair, he was tall. I think the television guy said that his name was Sora. Sora's a-treks looked special, but nobody seemed to notice. On the other side was a very muscular guy, his a-treks looked poor, and uncared for. It seemed that this was a battle, a battle for the talented a-treks. The crowed were cheering for the more muscular guy, but I had a feeling that 'Sora' would win. I didn't know what to expect but I a feeling that I would be blown away.

When the introductions were said, the two people collided, and there was a massive release of gust. I put my arms up to defend my face from the dust it emitted, and being in a construction zone did not lighten the amount of dust in the air. When the dust had cleared away, Sora stood on top of the once conscious man, without a scar or sweat. Everybody was in shock, and I didn't have to be a genius to figure out that everybody thought that Sora would've been victorious. He looked over at the crowed and yelled, "We are Sleeping Forest, more powerful than all you weaklings. We are the Kings. The Kings with Regalia's." whispers filled the air muttering, 'Rumors,' 'Real,' 'Powerful.' Though half the crowed was confused, never hearing the words in their life, I one of them.

I looked over to my right and saw a lady who towered at an estimate of 172 centimeters. She had long brick red hair and emerald green eyes with a little mole under her left eye. She had a slender yet masculine figure. I turned to her and asked, "What does he mean by that?"

She looked over at me with an expressionless face, "You new, huh?" I nodded. She sighed and explained. "He means that we are the Kings of all Air Treks. We are more fluent in using them than anybody ever will."

"Wait, you're with him?" I asked.

"Yes, he introduced me to the Sleeping Forest when he saw my talent. Now we're going to become known, around every corner of the dark world, the world of A-T. As saying before, every Storm Rider has 'Run' which determines their 'Type'. Over time, the Riders Run develops into a characteristic style and repertoire of tricks, which is termed as their 'Road'. Riders who master a Road to a highest degree are called 'King-level' riders, and King-level riders who posses their Road's 'Regalia' are then called 'Kings'.

"The Regalia are special Air Treks, each part of a Quantum code to Release and control the Sky Regalia and each Regalia is specifically engineered to use the air to work in conjunction with the King's Road; this is referred to as an "Infinity Atmosphere". There are 28 Regalia in total, but 20 were stolen by the Takeuchi brothers. The 8 remaining Regalia each represent one of the 8 major Roads. Regalia's are a double-edged sword: Deploying one gives a huge power boost, but puts a huge strain on the user; a King can only use a Regalia a limited number of times before both their bodies and the Regalia give out. If the King doesn't have a "Tuner" to optimize the Regalia, it will become uncontrollable and the King will sustain terrible injury. There is a separate class of Regalia called "Subregalia", which are degraded copies of the originals they don't have what makes a Regalia, a Regalia, they don't have a "Core".

"What's so important of being known? Being King if it's only a short period thing?"

She looked at me with her glistening eyes and a smile played on her face. I had a feeling that, that smile was very rare to her. She then looked at Sora, and to the raging moon in the sky, "Everything."

Chapter 1 Fin. Nya! First FanFic! Half credit goes to Infinite Zangestu. Review and Comment.

Oh My Jashin! There was a huge MISTAKE! It is now fixed but, why didn't I see it earlier!