Holding on by a thread (Bleach X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

**** Authors Note ****

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As the blackout took over, a collection of memories began... however (Y/N) couldn't recall living any of the days that were starting to replay in her mind. All that she could remember was that the memories played like a classic black and white movie but the longer they continued, the more defined the images became and the more colour appeared to the collection of moving images in her head.

Although she couldn't recollect these memories, something felt familiar about them...

The divine blue sky was laced with white, fluffy clouds that met the outline of two striking mountains but the mountain peaks were invisible due to a collection of the sheep-like clouds that gathered conspicuously around them. There is an undefined line at the base of the mountain where it meets the crystal-clear and still water, creating a perfect mirror image of the twin alps. Along the base of the mountains sat an assortment of different trees, ferns and flowers of all diverse colours and every piece of greenery complimented and accentuated every nook and cranny of the alps, bringing beauty and magnificence to the valley.

Myths and legends accumulated over generations as different travellers and natives were blessed to lay eyes on the immaculate scenery but only one remained unedited. Neighboring villages would preach that on the most serene of days, when all you could hear is the whistle of the wind and the chirps of the birds; if you listen extremely carefully, you can catch the faint exchanges of the divine God's that gather at the peaks.

These legends eventually eventually lead to the mountain's becoming sacred grounds; so no one dared to venture to the peaks, but little did they know that their myth was actually the truth.

On a particularly misty day, above the layer of clouds at the top of the mountains, sat fifteen proud and beautiful Deities. Each and every one of them were familiar to each other but all of their relationships differed. The majority of the Gods were at least civil with one-another but there would always be a couple, which could not stand to be in the presence of another.

"We called a gathering here today for a particular matter that seems to be on the tip of everybody's tongues" The seven gods of fortune said in unison, taking time to look into the eyes of each of the Deities.

Some were slightly lounged, resting of the plushy, cushion-like clouds, whilst some looked tense and on edge.

"And what might that be seven gods of fortune?" Oyamasumi, God of all mountains questioned sarcastically as if to question the whole purpose of the gathering.

"The human's of course" Ebisu, the first deity child to be born spoke up, taking charge of not only the seven god's but the whole conversation.

He glances at his parents; Izanagi and Izanami, whom also attended the gathering. Izanagi took his wife's hand and looked at his strong son with pride as he directed the conversation straight to the point, with seriousness and determination in his voice.