A/N: This is True Colors 'Prologue'. I usually don't do things like this but I plan on putting a lot of time and energy into this Fanfiction so I think it's worth it. I plan on updating sometime this weekend. Also, please review if you enjoyed reading it and feel free to follow and/or favorite. It motivates me and the feedback, whether it be positive or negative helps me grow as a writer.


Disclaimer:I don't own Bleach

Bleach: True Colors

Prologue

Warning: This is a yaoi fic

I felt as if I was floating. 'A dream?' I thought. Maybe not, I couldn't tell but I was content either way, sitting on this balcony and gazing upon the ocean. Its mysterious deep blue depths never ceased to pique my curiosity as well as my insatiable thirst for adventure. It's color reflected off of my shimmering blue-green eyes and sparkled in contrast to the ultra-violent rays of light the sun provided. It almost resembled a freshly cut diamond. I brushed a lock of unkempt jet black hair from line of sight as the salty sea air blew strands of it to and fro. The atmosphere felt a bit dream-like. Everything was too perfect; the air was cold and crisp yet warm, and a peaceful silence seemed to fill the area as the sun descended, marking the beginning of nighttime.

''This is nice...'' I observed aloud. It didn't last for long though. The bright orange, cool purple and hot pink colors that lit up the sky already began to fade, which in turn dimmed the shimmering surface of sea to more of a slight sparkle. Once I completely lost visibility of the sun I stood up and stretched; also releasing a jaw popping yawn. It had been awhile since I took time to observe the beautiful mistress known as Mother Nature, too long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end, or in this case change abruptly. A blockade of clouds seemed to form in front of me until a stunning light pierced it and I was pulled out of the natural scene set before me and thrust into a what seemed to be a wind tunnel. There were dusty blue clouds fogging up my vision as wind whipped past my face stinging my skin like a swarm of angry bees. The sensation lasted for what felt like hours, but then, as per usual, it stopped and I landed. Then there was a pool. The same pool that I'd seen for weeks at a time. Sound emitted from it and bellowed sweet nothings that burned my ears. This pool was abstract and contradicted the blackness that seemed to swallow up everything else around me. It was the single light in the room that illuminated what little darkness it's light could reach. In this sparkling, mirror like pool, blurry images seemed to dance around. I couldn't make out a single one of the forms in the distorted waters murky surface. The incoherent bellowing changed, it now sounded like hysterical laughter. They were mocking my inability to comprehend what my mind didn't want me to see. It infuriated me. This same reoccurring dream had been plaguing my mind for the past month. The same clouds, the same lake, the same images, the same inaudible whispers, it was all so tedious. I punched the lakes liquid surface causing it to suddenly harden and shatter into a million pieces. The last traces of my dream disappeared as the shards of glass scattered everywhere.

I jolted awake, panting as hard as a runner would after a marathon. My hair was matted to my brow due to the thin layer of cold sweat covering my body. Those images haunted me for some reason. I felt as if they were important to me in some way. I always have been a strong believer in fate and the laws of the universe. Nothing happens randomly and everything is intertwined. Every person I meet, speak to, or interact with affects my future somehow. My iPhones alarm brought me out of my mental ramblings and my groggy brain was struggling to work at that point so I reached out into the darkness and turned it off. The bright screen read: 4:35 a.m. Only I would wake up at such an ungodly hour of the day. Regardless, I mustered up enough energy to get out of bed, refusing to let these dreams ruin my life.

"Mmm..?" I yawned again when my phone began to ring. "Shit," I cursed and I tried to reach for my phone again and failed. "Who the hell needs me at 4 o'clock in the morning," I groaned, fumbling for my phone. "Hello?" I answered once I was finally able to find it.

"K-Kouki?" That voice, it couldn't possibly be her.

"Inoue-chan?" Her voice sounded weak and hoarse. It sounded like she was trying extremely hard to keep her emotions under control.

"T-there's been an accident," She stuttered as she spoke.

"Are you okay?" A deep feeling of foreboding spread throughout my body.

"S-Sora.." Her voice began to crack.

"What about Sora?" Time seemed to slow as she spoke and I heard my heart beating through the intervals of her speech.

"He was in an accident," I didn't want to hear all of what she had to say. "Just please come down here as soon as you can," I took a deep breath and ended the call. I was panicking and envisioning every worse case scenario possible.
"He could be hurt, he could be in some kind of coma, he could be dead," My mind was racing but I somehow managed to get a hold of myself and end the call. I sprinted out of my house, not bothering to say a word to my parents. I ran, and ran, as fast as my feet could take me.

"Please be wrong..." For the first time in my life, I wished that my preconceived notions were wrong. Red and blue lights became visible in the distance as I neared the home of my half brother and sister. My lungs were burning but the adrenaline coursing through my veins kept me going until I finally got to their home. It was then that I collapsed. "Sora..?" Orihime was crying and Sora was on a stretcher being carried away by strange men. At the time, my 13 year old brain was struggling to understand what was happening. what was happening.

"Orihime..." Her sad gray irises met my deep blue-green ones. That gaze was forever burned into my memory because it was the mark of my downward spiral.

"Kouki!" She tackled me and began sobbing. I tired to stay strong as she called out to her deceased brother. She sounded so weak and helpless. It was sad and depressing but I held her in my arms and let her lament over the last of her family besides my mother and I.
"Oni-chan!" She cried out into the night sky. That was when I lost it. My grip on her frail, spasming body tightened, and silent tears began streaming down my sun-kissed face.

4 Years Later

"Kouki-kun, please get up..." My mother called from outside of my door.

"Go away," I yelled. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon and I was already emotionally drained and tired.

"Orihime-chan called earlier. She wants to see you," I hadn't seen her since... Well, it had been awhile. We attended the same school but due to my loner-like attitude and depressed demeanor most people never even gave me the time of day. Everyone except Orihime treated me like crap. She seemed to blossom after Sora's death. I however, did the opposite.

"I don't care, Mom, I'll get up when I'm good and ready. Why the hell do you care anyway? It doesn't concern you," I heard an exasperate sigh, followed by the sound of her footsteps. Silence again.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Go away!" I shouted irritably.

"It's me, I'm coming in," I cringed when I heard my door unlock. Long, flowing hair, voluptuous figure, Karakura High School uniform.

"Orihime..." She smiled at me sadly and walked over to my window. "Ah!" I cringed again. "Close the door,"

"Kouki-kun, you need some light in here," I groaned and hid beneath my covers but she just lifted them off of me. "You look awful.. are you still having those strange dreams?" I nodded sadly. They'd been becoming more intense over the years and after the incident the visions just seemed to grow even more unclear and bizarre. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head.

"No, but since you've managed to get me out of bed I might as well get dressed," She smiled at me again, but I ignored it and walked into my bathroom. I started the dual headed shower and waited for the water to heat up. Steam poured out from under the glass doors, alerting me that the water was ready. I sighed in deep content. The hot water felt heavenly against my skin. It cascaded down my back and sprayed over my body. "Mmm.." I lathered my hair and rinsed it, then washed my body quickly. After wrapping my towel around my my waist I looked into my mirror, loathing what I saw. Deep bags formed beneath my eyes obviously due to sleep deprivation and my naturally tanned skin was an unnaturally pale color. My eyes, which were once bright and full of life were now dull and full of hopelessness. I was a shell of the person I once was...


A/N: The first chapter is going up soon. Most likely some time this weekend so look forward to that. Reviewers get cookies by the way ;)