Hi everyone! So here's the plot. I came up with this idea a while ago. I had always wondered who the rulers of Soul Society were. Held so highly, yet they never dropped in to help. So of course my mind went crazy, found an explanation, and this story was born.
It sort of jumps right in, so you may get confused. I may have to go back and change stuff...
All shall be explained soon so, go on, read the first chapter:)
Who am I? Many people ask themselves that question. Its almost ridiculous to think about. But what if you honestly didn't know? Your past just wasn't there? That's what it was like for me. One day, five years ago, I just was. There was no explanation. I had no memories. No family. No life.
I was adopted by a loving family almost immediately. I had an adoring mother, a loving father, and a little sister that followed me everywhere I went. And I had a life. I had a family. And I had new memories. But it didn't explain the ones I had lost. The question was burned into my mind. Who am I?
Then, when I turned sixteen, my world began to change. No one could see it happening. Not one of my loved ones noticed. But I began to remember. At first, I thought they were nightmares, visions. And then... well, you'll see.
A very wise man once said, "Ignorance is bliss." Oh was he right.
Aren stood at the street corner, unsure of where to go. She had never felt so lost in her life. That baka Shiji wasn't picking up his cell phone and if they didn't finish their research, their teacher would murder them. And Aren didn't want to die because of a stupid assignment. So she had decided to track Shiji down.
Aren had never been to his house before and of course, she only had an address. She stood and the sign peering down the road. It couldn't be right. There wasn't any houses down the street, just an abandoned warehouse. Aren gripped the sheet of paper. If that idiot punked me and gave me the wrong address, so help me, she thought murderously. She stalked towards the warehouse. I might as well try, she reasoned with herself. Its not like there will be anyone there... She stood at the end of the drive way. Though it was obviously abandoned, it looked hospitable. I mean, she thought, its not like there's holes in the walls or cracked windows. And there wasn't. The building was light tan with a small, darker door. A window spanned across the front on what looked to be the second story. It kinda looked cozy, once you got past the creepiness. She stepped forward but was suddenly stopped. Aren looked around in confusion. She moved her hand forward until it came in contact with the obstacle. It was like an invisible wall. Curious, Aren leaned forward, putting her weight against the barrier. For a moment, it held. And then she felt herself slipping through. It was the oddest sensation, like passing through a waterfall. She fell to the ground with a thud. Whaa? What was that? She thought holding her head. She quickly looked around to make sure no one had seen. Satisfied, she stood up, brushing off her bleached jeans, and walked to the door.
"Oiiiiii, Ken-sei!" Mashiro called out. "We've got company!"
"What?" Kensei called out, pissed that he'd been woken up by the green-haired witch. "I was sleepin' ya know!" he yelled.
"But Kensei!" she said, pouting, "Its important!"
"What in the world could be more important than Kensei's beauty rest?" Rose teased.
"SHUT UP!" Kensei yelled. Sometimes he just wanted to strangle them all! It was the only way he could get any rest...
THWACK! "You're too noisy," Shiji complained as his fist connected with Kensei's head.
"Oh, you did not.." Kensei threatened, a vein bulging, but when he turned around, Shinji had disappeared.
"What did you want Mashiro?" Shiji called out, walking away from Kensei.
"DON"T IGNORE ME DAMMIT!" Kensei roared. But Shiji didn't turn. Kensei slumped to the ground, defeated as Mashiro bounced over to Shinji.
"Now, what did you need," Shiji asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I was trying to tell you that someone got past the perimeter!"
Everyone in the room froze. Intruders? The silence continued, trying to make out the intruders reiastu. Nothing. Not a single thing was different! "Are you sure," Lisa asked tensely.
"Yes, I'm-"
I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLD! "Moshi moshi," Shiji said, answering his blaring phone.
"SHINJI!" Aren voice blasted venomously out of the speakers.
"Oh shit..." Shinji cursed, remembering the assignment.
"Why the hell didn't you pick up your phone! We have an assignment or did you forget!"
"I know, I know," he said, cursing under his breathe. "Look, I'm really sorry-"
"Ya, ya, cut the crap," Aren said. She was obviously furious. Shinji took a deep breath. Aren was the last person he wanted to be mad at him. They were becoming fast friends, and he didn't want to screw it up. "Where are you?" Aren asked.
"At home," he replied quietly, trying to avoid the small girl's rage.
"You mean the warehouse?" She asked, still furious.
"How did you know?" He asked confused.
"Just get your sorry ass up here and unlock the door."
"Oh..." he said, but the line was already dead. "Hey guys... I found our intruder."
Aren tapped her foot impatiently. Damn that Shinji, how could he forget! He promised to contact her, but then he wasn't at school in the days following. Aren knew he wasn't sick. If he was playing hooky, then he should at least have the decency to answer her texts, but NOOOOOO! She fumed. Baka.
Aren heard the lock click as the door swung open. Cool air conditioning flew out, causing her brunette hair to whip back. She looked at the boy leaning against the door, his blonde hair shinning in the sunlight. He wore white skinnies and a plain black tee, completed by his classic yellow tie.
"Hi-" Shinji was quickly cut off by Aren's fist connecting with his nose. "What was that for?" he screeched as blood dripped down his chin. Aren paided him no mind and strode past him.
It was dark in the ware house, lit only by a few naked bulbs. She glanced up, surprised by the cavernous ceiling. The building's roof looked taller than Notre Dame. Aren stared at the room in amazement. Crumbling levels of concrete framed the walls. Doors were placed strategically along the concrete paths. It seemed that the ware house once held different floors. It was as if a bomb had gone off, leaving only the walls and ceiling intact. The room was empty except for a few scattered couches and a treadmill. Empty styrofoam boxes and plastic take out bags littered the ground.
"Nice place," Aren said, genuinely impressed. It wasn't what she was expecting but it was nice.
"Thanks," Shinji replied. Geez, if he knew that she was coming, he would have cleaned up a little. But Aren seemed just as at home anyway.
"So the project," Aren started, looking at him.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight," Shinji delayed.
Aren sighed. "Shinji, what is our project about?"
Shinji studied his toes. "Um..."
"You have no idea," Aren deadpanned.
"Basically," Shinji offered a grin.
"God, you are..."Aren began trailing off, her vision blurring.
I'm in a lab. The walls are midnight blue, so dark, its like its swallowing me I can't breathe.
Shiji looked at his friend, her eyes were unfocused. He ran to her side. "What wrong?" he queried. Aren turned her head towards him. She took a shaky breath. "It's happening... again," she forced out.
Fluorescent lights flicker coldly. I hear voices ahead.
Shiji's eyes widened and he ran forward to grab her. He held her tight, trying to remind her that he was there, that her vision wasn't real. But she seemed to far away. She stumbled backwards. "There are other people here," she said, sounding terrified.
I begin to walk, each step echoing through the lab. Tanks of green fluid glow eerily as I walk by. The voices are clearer now, I must be getting closer. I begin to run, my breathe coming in gasps. I don't know why I feel so scared. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths. I stop just before the last tank. I crouch behind it, my ears straining. I can barely make out their conversation.
"You don't want to do this," a voice sounded out. It sounds so familiar, but I just can't place it.
"Oh, I really think I do," another voice said. My blood ran cold. It sounded carefree, despite the heavy atmosphere.
"The consequences of what you're planning are great," a females voice rang out. It was comforting, strong and powerful, like nothing would stand in her way. I smiled. It sounded like... home.
"I realize," the whimsical voice said. "But I just can't help it! You two are the perfect test subjects! All I want is to slice you open and study you. What color will you dye? Red like the others? Maybe not, after all, you're special."
"We don't want to hurt you," the male stated calmly. Where had I heard his voice? Wait... Dad?
Shiji reached forward to take her hand, to remind her that she wasn't alone when her eyes opened in surprise.
"Dad?" she said, not quite sure. Shiji stopped cold. Aren had never recognized anyone in her visions. "Daddy!" she cried, breaking into a smile.
"Daddy!" I cried, running around the corner.
She took a step forward, but jolted to a stop.
I stopped cold, my eyes growing wide. Everything was in slow motion as he fell. The blood spilling from his chest seemed to freeze. He fell in front of me and when he saw me, he smiled. His body hit the floor with a resounding thud.
"Daddy?" she said, her voice broken. She held back a sob. "No.." she said.
His eyes dimmed. I stiffly turned to the others. A man stood there, his zanpakto stained with my father's blood. He turned and with a fluid movement, he thrust the steely blade through my mother's heart. But she didn't gasp, no, she didn't even look horrified. She just looked at me and smiled. It was the last time I ever saw that warm, that comfort.
"What? What's happening?" Shiji cried.
"He's, he's... killing them," Aren forced out.
My mother grabbed the sword and plunged it deeper into her own chest. Her eyes slid shut as her form crumpled. It felt like my soul had been shattered. It hurts. It. Hurts. I fell to my knees, my hands covering my eyes, but not masking the murder.
"Daddy? Mommy?" I whimpered. My vision blurred.
She sank to her knees, her hands shaking as she brought them up to cover her eyes. Her clear hazel eyes peeked out. "Daddy? Mommy?" She whimpered. Her entire body started convulsing. Shiji ran forward, trying to hold her down.
"No." The murder looked at me, golden eyes flashing gleefully. Pain. Sorrow. Angst. Murder. Sadness. Death. Gone. GONE. And I screamed.
She leaned back, a scream ripping from her throat. Shiji's blood froze. It wasn't the type of scream like when your terrified, or when your hurt. It sounded like she had just lost everything in the world.
Confused? It's alright. Just review and all shall be explained in the next chapter:)