This is my second story...hopefully this one won't get erased. Well this story is about a teenager who thinks her life has no meaning. So she adventures to look for that reason. I'm sorry if she really kills your aura or is too depressing. But she gets more happier and more wierder. I hope you enjoy chapter one! In the next chapters I'm going to just have time skips to actually get to the point and good parts of the story. I'm just a get to the point person. Thank you for reading! (Yes, I know our last names match, it only proves that I own this one! Teehee)

~PhoungSeppuku

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, and more sadly, I do not own the hot espada from bleach...But I do own The Seppuku Family!

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Name: Melancholia Seppuku

Features: Eyes blue, Hair blue, tattoo of a "0635" over the top of her left wrist.

Talents: Psychic, Gives free advice

Hobbies: Drawing

Personlity: unknown; bipolar

Past: Unknown

Relationships:

Ichigo: Next door neighbor, aquaintence
Orihime: Study Buddy
Tatsuki: Aquaintence
Chad: Aquaintence
Uryuu: Lab partner, aquaintence

Family:

Phoung Seppuku (Caretaker)
Eiodothea Seppuku (Cousin)
Peneolopy Seppuku (Sister
Zen Seppuku (Brother)
Insanity Seppuku (Cousin)
Sanity Seppuku (Cousin)
Snowball Seppuku (Caretaker)
Pi-Kun Seppuku (Family Friend)

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~I've always wanted to disappear from this piece of shit town. I can't stand it here. There is no air for me to breathe. No space. It's dead here. I want to die…~

These are the thoughts of a blue haired teenager, no older than 17, walking home from school, like she usually does. She walked past the Kurosaki Clinic and appeared in front of a home that was guarded with unusually high wooden fences. She paused, pondering if she even wanted to return to her home. Not giving it another second, she walked right past it.

~There is no life here to be lived for someone like me. I don't see where I can even fit amongst the others. I feel numb again…~

Wandering into a little park, she sat down at one of the picnic tables and she took out a sketch book. She began to draw away.

A few minutes later, a beautiful pair of green eyes began to appear upon her paper.

~I wished my eyes looked like that…~

She stopped drawing and pulled out a small pocket knife from her pocket. She flipped it opened skillfully and began to deface her arms harmfully. Slowly the blood glided down her arm, leaving it's warm crimson trail behind to lead the new cells to freedom. She watched as each drop fell to the ground, staining the sandy grass red. She felt so relieved that she wanted to just curly up and just float as if she were in a dream of her own.

~I wish I didn't have to harbor such pain in my heart…I just want it to leave…I want it to end.~

"What are you doing Melancholia?" Orihime asked as she looked over Melancholia's shoulder. Her face was so sad as she stared at the Seppuku who was bleeding freely. Melancholia's eyes looked up to see the sad ones that looked so disappointingly down at her study buddy.

"Inoue." There was a pause. "What do you want?" She gave the orange haired girl a blank look.

"I…I noticed your…" She stuttered as her eyes wandered away. She was trying to find the courage to say something but where was it? Her heart wouldn't seem to give her any words that could possibly persuade her study partner. "…that…you're sitting all by yourself!" She could only muster up a fake smile. Melancholia only looked at her with an even blanker expression.

"Inoue, forgive my rudeness, but I think it's best to not fake everything and always act like it doesn't hurt you." Melancholia began to gather up all of her things and neatly put them in her bag. "Sides, you don't even know me, so don't try to care about me." Melancholia got up and brushed past Orihime, like nothing. She walked three feet when Orihime's words stopped her. Orihime looked down with a sad expression.

"I know you well enough to know that you are far more worth it."

"Inoue. There is no value to a painting that is nothing but a white canvas."

"At least it's a start!" She pleaded, with hope in her eyes as she looked at Melancholia.

"It's very unlikely should the painter not even know why he paints. If there is no reason, why paint nothing?" Melancholia said staring at the moon while referring to her depressing life.

"But you have all the time you need to figure it out what it is." Orihime said. She knew Melancholia could be anything but it seemed Melancholia didn't want to even attempt to find the answer as to why she existed.

"Inoue. It's best if you stop. Thinking about it only leads to broken brushes." Melancholia referred to the hope that would always crushed everyone's dreams. " Then the white canvas is truly worthless."

"But you aren't to me!" Orihime was ready to cry.

"And I refuse to attempt to paint the white canvas." Melancholia said, meaning she didn't want to even look for that reason anymore, having already been waiting many years of her life. And with that said, the blue haired teen walked away, disappearing into the nights shadows.

"Melancholia…maybe you should open up and let others try and paint it for you." Orihime said before her first tear fell. She could feel pain, just like Melancholia, maybe not the same. But she knew that the very pain they had made them so sad. Now, Orihime had the thought that she had to get know Melancholia more than just a study buddy. She needed to know her more, feel her pain, share her pain, and stop her from dying inside. She wanted to be her friend. She wanted to help the Seppuku find her way in this dangerous world.

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Thank you for reading. I Hope the first chapter wasn't disappointing or depressing. I promise to actually keep this one going!

~PhoungSeppuku

...Good Days to You....