A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first story and i honestly have no clue at this point if it will work out but i do hope you will enjoy for at least then i'll know i have entertained some people. Righty a few words bout it, as this is sortta an open project that i decided to take upon at 3 am you'll have to excuse in advance my mistakes and lack of brilliant ideas (don't we all want them). ahm as i have never before been in the position of the author i will take up on what i have seen the others do (yeao im going monkey mode...immitation is the best teacher) and tell you that i really am open to suggestions,would like reviews,readers and feedback :D oh and as a fair warning the characters here are based on my imagination and have little if anything at all to do with the Bleach universe :)
As for the disclaimer: I do not own anything except my imagination,the characters and everything Bleach in this story belongs to Tite Kubo :)
Righty..and now the lights fade out and the curtain rises :)
A slight frown appeared on her face as she wrinkled her nose in a sign of annoyance. Her previously sleeping figure was starting to fret; restlessly...the dawn of a new day was upon the slumbering world bidding everyone to wake up.
'Five more minutes, just five more minutes' she thought. Her alarm clock, however, seemed to have a mind of its own as it shrieked furiously.
'Oh be quiet hellish contraption…argh, just leave me alone will you' she grumbled as she felt her way towards the source of annoyance. Ten seconds later silence and peace filled the room as the poor ticking device laid three feet away on the floor, its spirit broken.
An hour later…
'Ah such a beautiful day…sun is shining birds are singing and oh noooo, when will I ever learn?!' A few sparrows dashed from their eight AM concerto, huffing indignantly almost like miniature opera soloists as a young girl's shrieks echoed into the air through her open window.
'Damn it I'll be late to school again. Why can't I be more of a morning person? It's not like I enjoy this frenzy everyday...and to think every night before sleep I actually dream of the perfect morning ritual. If I close my eyes I can picture it so vividly…I slowly open my eyes, the room is basked in the morning's bright light, I get up, freshen up, get dressed and oh downstairs is where the true magic begins. Imagine the best coffee shop in the world; you know the smell there right? Anyways, as I descend the kitchen is filled with an intense freshly-made coffee (milk, no sugar) scent and a steaming buttery croissant…even my thoughts are drooling. But, alas, as I am more of a night person all I can hope for is time for a quick instant coffee from the campus machine (they should rather say water with coffee flavor, seriously they must be breaking some kind of sacred coffee making law-spoken like a true addict, eh?!) while sipping it right before our teacher walks in filling our brains with more information on comparative linguistics..why am I studying this again? Ah,looks like today I won't be having my magic breakfast either and by the looks of it even the weather is slowly turning against me…100 bucks I'll forget my umbrella and it'll start raining for just enough time for me to feel like a wet dog for 3 or 4 hours. Full-half of the glass? I'll have to get back to you on that one dear conscience. I swear I have got to stop talking to myself like this, no wonder my socks have yet again failed to match and I have more colors on me than a clown competing with rainbows or 4 year-old children drawing their idea of happy things. '
Meet Kuchiki Rukia, 22 years old student. Organizers' nightmare from hell, day-dreamer junkie, coffee and chocolate addict and renowned klutz. Impressive C.V. for a heroine, isn't it? Although the famous adage goes like: "Never judge a book by its covers" or "There's more about someone than meets the eye", in her case I will humbly ask you to take my word for it, this portrait paints a fairly accurate description of our fair protagonist…now suppose I tell you all her hopes and dreams and favorite colors and music and movies. But then again I always maintained that one can judge people by the type of sweets and coffee they like, but again I fear I might be getting a little too far ahead of myself. No, dear reader, all these little things will come out sooner or later and you will for example be very pleased (as an equal number of you will probably be quite disappointed I am sure…try as one might, you will sooner find the philosopher's stone than please everybody) to know that our quirky character adores Blackmore's Night in terms of music and…well I do believe I'll be evil and let you wait for her other likes and dislikes.
I think now might be as good a time as any to introduce the male protagonist of this formidably adventure. Ichigo Kurosaki…
Somewhere in the opposite side of town
A young man in his early twenties was opening his eyes as the alarm went off. Casually stifling a yawn and stretching his numb and still drowsy limbs, he got off his bed and proceeded to the bathroom where we will allow him some 15 minutes to freshen up and descend to start out the day properly.
Some 15 minutes later
'Right now let's see what's going on around the world today ', said the peculiarly-haired man while taking a bite from his peach-flavored marmalade toast and sipping his traditionally morning Earl Grey tea with just a tad bit of milk. His fingers were distractedly fiddling with a strand of the table cloth as his crossed legged were rhythmically tapping upon his table's wooden leg. He folded the paper, not before secretly reading today's horoscope and neatly placed in the middle of the table so that he could bestow his undivided attention to his half-finished breakfast.
Yes, it was the little simple pleasures of life that made Ichigo be particularly fond of mornings such as this. He finished a couple of minutes later. He picked up his cup and plate and placed them in the sink, where after a short inner debate he decided they should soak until he came back from school. He then took his coat and bag, where his umbrella was always stored, and left his house half an hour before the courses began-plenty of time to go.
'Looks like it might rain' was the last thought that crossed his mind as he closed the door and headed towards his morning comparative linguistics lecture…Oh yes, how he loved peaceful mornings like this.
A/N: Well this was chapter one and i do hope you enjoyed it...it's just a bit of silly words put together but i still enjoyed picturing all this and i hope you will as well so let me know :)
Note-to-self: learn to communicate less by using smily faces and more by actual words :D nopes,i'm a lost case anyways i'm looking forward to hearing from you..any of you :D
buh byes for now