My family used to call me a storyteller, a girl with an endless imagination.
But...
They don't call me that anymore. Instead, I'm just a girl with way too much time on her hands. After they stopped calling me that, I stopped telling my stories. I would write in secret. Stories of different worlds from my own and characters that are strange.
One day, life changed, whether for better or worse I will not know.
I had gotten a job working in an antique store. It was ran by an old lady who looked a lot like my great grandma. But she was loose a few nuts, you could say. She also really like Japanese things.
I did too. Anime, video games, their culture in general, but that is every girl you read about right? Just think of it as a way to find people who like the same things you do. Like dreams and goals.
For me, I dream of going to a different world, full of wonder and amazing things. I want something different, something more that this world can't give me. Sure we have TV, books, and video games, but it is no longer enough.
That's when the old lady told me about this Maneki Neko she had. Apparently, if you make a wish, it will make it come true, if the wish is reasonable and if you wish hard enough.
That one day, I was left in charge of closing up shop because the old lady had to leave for an appointment. I had to move a box of things to the back of the store. There, the Maneki Neko was, staring at me. It was a creepy, mangy looking thing. But, I was bored and thought I could entertain myself by trying this out. Taking out a piece of paper, I wrote my wish down on it. Cranking down it's arm, it's mouth popped open. Placing the paper inside, I pulled it's arm again and the mouth closed. Taking a step back, I looked at the cat. A while passed and I realized that I could have gone home early. As I turned to leave, I heard a strange noise behind me. Then, there was a meow. Turning around with big eyes I was met with a freaky looking cat that had a perpetual smirk, the left side of it's mouth was opened, showing razor sharp teeth. It's eyes were gigantic and it was a gangly looking thing. Opening it's mouth and sticking out it's tongue, it plucked off a piece of paper from it.
"Interesting wish," it's voice was far from normal and it's head turned until it was upside down. "Is this what you really want?" I couldn't speak because I was so scared. "Of course it is," it answered it for me. It then dropped the paper onto the ground that shattered from the connection. I found myself falling, watching at the demented cat got smaller and smaller. It even waved. When it was no long in sight, I looked down and screamed when I saw a pair of skeleton hands reach for me. But they allowed me to slip through them and crash hard onto the bottom. I screamed and opened my eyes to find I was in my room. My legs were tangled in my blankets and a sigh escaped me. Closing my eyes in relief that it was just a dream, I absorbed the sun light that entered the room.
"Why did you have to scream?" I heard someone say. Opening my eyes I was met with one crimson one, staring at me from on top of my bed. I screamed again as I fumbled to get up. Finally freeing my legs from their tormentor, I turned to see a young girl laying on my bed. She was staring at me blankly with one crimson orb and... she had a eye-patch? Wait, she looked so familiar. White hair, red eye, eye-patch, red scarf...
"De-Death? But what? I must still be dreaming," I shook my head and pinched myself. It hurt. I pulled my hair and only felt pain.
"What are you doing? Ah yes, you human's have that thing with pinch yourselves, your dreaming thing. Well you did make a wish with a cursed Maneki Neko cat so I would say that you are not dreaming," she said while inspecting her nails.
"But-" she sighed and looked at me with a half lidded eye.
"This is what you wanted didn't you?" I just sat there, with a bewildered look on my face. "Don't look at me like that."
"I wanted my writing to come to life to go to another world, not for you to be here." Her face could not show any expression for it was solid in porcelain, even her red eye was just painted. But there was something about her that brought life to the glass orb and showed she was a bit peeved by what I said. She threw a notebook at my face.
"Then write it down, but I'm not going anywhere." Looking down at the pages, I wondered if I really should do it.
"I think I should wait to see if this is real and that I haven't gone crazy." Picking up the notebook, I placed it on the stand by my bed. Yes, this was my room. The dirty clothes on the floor and smell of cat litter was clear. My dreams were vivid, very vivid in fact. But when it came to details like what was on my floor, my head wouldn't take that stuff into consideration. I heard the cry of my cat and I walked over to my door to let her in. I could hear my mom exercising in the living room and my dad playing something in his office. Someone was in the bathroom, probably Beau cause I could still hear that swooshing noise of my other brother's fan as his room was below mine.
The day went by, like any other weekend. My best friend would text me, asking if the Bleach tonight was new and if it paid for her to stay up. We had Chinese, like we always do every Saturday. Shrimp and broccoli with a side of rice and a brown sauce.
I almost forgot the wish, my day was so normal, but then I would go into my room and see Death laying on my bed, sleeping. I would watched as she and Zelda (my cat) would duke it out. Death hated cats, and maybe Zelda could sense that. She would bite and claw with her back claws at the reapers "skin". Zelda could see her, feel her, so then she really was here.
11 pm would come, and I was wrapped in my black and gold Triforce fleece blanket. My stomach would knot at the excitement of watching Bleach. Toonami would roll by and a small preview of the episode would play. I liked the current beginning song, Melody of the Wild Dance? I think?
Whenever I saw Ichigo in action, my skin would crawl. Like others I've met over the internet, I was in love with a fictional character. But there was more that just attraction to his great body and sexy face. I had this admiration for him. His will to protect his family and friends. Behind his hard exterior, he is a really kind person. His determination was something I wanted. I not only loved him, but wanted to be like him. If there was anyone I could choose to marry, in the entire world and universes, it would be him. But that could never happen, so I will forever dream of a perfect guy like him.
But...
Even if there was someone like him, that guy would never fall for me.
I'm invisible to everyone.
A guy who was in our class came up and just said hi to my best friend. He didn't even look at me and probably didn't even know my name, even if I knew every single person in my grade.
I was that ugly girl who dyed her hair red and had a infamous old brother.
Complete truth.
And don't you dare say I'm being hard on myself. My inside isn't that pretty either.
Because I built a wall.
A strong wall.
Built it up to the sky.
Never thought that one day that wall was gonna fall.
So this is a redo of my Storyteller Fanfiction of Bleach. Cause I wanted too! I'm obsessed with the ending theme of the game Bastion, Set Sail, Coming Home, so that is what the title and end part is inspired by. and I mean OBSESSED. So good, go listen to it.
This was what I said on the original story just incase you didn't see it. If you haven't read The Storyteller, than you don't have to read this.
Hey guys, I just wanted to say that I've decided to redo this story. I like the story line but found myself stuck. SOOOOO I've changed it up a tiny bit, like the main character. I understand if you don't to read it... Actually I don't cause I never understood why it's bad for self inserts.
The reason behind the change of character is that it would be easier to have a character that is me. Besides, I think it's kinda stupid to make up a character to take my role as the person who created these other peoples... Do you see where I'm going?
Like Death and Wolf are characters I made up, not for this story. But then I got thinking of how I have these Ocs which I don't use cause they don't really belong anywhere.
So why had a character that is suppose to take my role when you can have me! *gets boo'd and stuff thrown at me*
Okay, I'm not supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, but that's what makes me human. I wont butter coat me cause that's gross. I'll try to stay true to how I would actually handle situations (just a heads up, that's hiding in a corner)
SO I hope you will still read it, please tell me your thoughts and concerns, or rejoice in that I'm coming back. I will be posting it under a new title, Coming Home. Name comes from the song Setting Sail, Coming Home, which is so beautiful and I loves it
I will try to promise laughs and loves and other stuff cause I just know if I was really in this situation, the world would try to screw me over in every way possible. :D
Love you all,
Wolf