Moonless Sky
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each life makes its own imitation of immortality
Stephen King
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Moist, violet-tinted eyes blinked, full, pink lips curved into a sad smile as the petite woman put down the bouquet of yellow zinnias in front of the white marble stone, the name Kuchiki Hisana glaring at her in the midday sun.
"Hello, sister."
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Ichi: Graveyard Song
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"Brother is fine, busy, but fine... well, better. He misses you. I miss you."
Taking a shaky breath the young woman continued, tears wanting to fall though held back.
She wouldn't allow herself to cry in front of Hisana.
"I'm doing fine. Just got my first paycheck! The movie was a hit! I earned more than Nii-sama in half a year! Isn't that great?" Her face fell as she stared at the engraving of her sister's name. "I wish you could celebrate with me... we could go shopping and... and..."
Despite her best efforts tears spilled from her violet-blue irises, running down her pale cheeks like round diamonds. Whipping them off with a resolute motion of her right hand she stood up from her crouched position in front of the grave. "Goodbye, Hissi."
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The 18-years-old woman was walking through the thick woods surrounding the graveyard and towards the exit when soft guitar notes reached her ears. Stopping in her tracks she turned around, following the sound of the music. She was startled when a soft male voice started singing, her heartbeat quickening.
"Calling to the wind, beneath the trees, I weep into unforgiving earth
My reflection is distorted and I cannot recognize my face..."
Taking quick steps towards the end of the small forest facing the west part of the graveyard she continued listening to the beautiful but sad melody resounding in the midday air.
The melody fastened slightly, the voice getting stronger, thicker, emotion filling it.
""Please don't leave me now!"
Desperately I scream
Another vow tossed into a stream
On which the silent orange blooms sway so aimlessly..."
Finally reaching the outer line of the medium-sized forest, her gaze flickering down towards the man sitting in front of a white marble headstone, fingers strumming relentlessly at the strings of the guitar he held. Because of the black hoodie he wore she couldn't quite see his face, only the bottom half, his full lips pronouncing each syllable of the beautiful song with clear intent in them.
"Waving my goodbye to a crimson sun
I spare a sigh for the things undone
For even now those orange blooms sway on a stream somewhere
And until the peace that I long to hold
Has found release from its cage of gold
Please do not let your light
Ever die away
So that the Wheel
Of Fate will turn
Eternally"
His voice died away with the last five words of the song. As she watched him strum the last notes of the melody she could watch tears run down his tanned cheeks, the hand previously plugging the strums resting on the marble headstone.
She then decided it was her turn to leave.
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Kuchiki Rukia, 24 of age, woke up with a yawn. Covering her lips with her right hand and stretching her left arm out over her she blinked tiredly, her bed-hair standing off in every possible direction. Scratching the back of her head she stood up from her queen-sized bed, the deep violet blanket falling from her thin frame revealing her dark blue silk pajamas.
After exiting her bedroom and entering the living room she walked straight towards the open kitchen. Switching on the little TV on the counter she waited for her coffee to brew, MTV once again wasting their time on reports about Amy Winehouse, Lady Gaga and other 'stars' not worth risking her mental stability for.
"Seriously, they are mainly famous because they either act like people from a loony bin or because they actually are in a mental asylum," she mumbled under her breath, voice still thick with sleep as her coffee machine started making beeping noises. Taking a cup from from the shelf over the counter she filled it with the hot, steaming liquid.
"And now we are going to show you an interview with no other but Kurosaki Ichigo one of our reporters held with him yesterday evening after his concert in Rome!"
Violet eyes darted towards the screen, a frown marring her features. Great, another one of these wannabe-rockstars. She had never wasted the time to actually listen to any of his music, and she didn't intend to do so either. It would be a waste of lifetime. She'd even go as far as bet that even Paris Hilton could hit more tunes than him.
The voice from her dream – or more like memory – came back to the forefront of her mind and an aggravated sigh escaped her lips. Now that guy could sing! But people like him were always ignored, mocked even, while people that could only stay in the news due to their drug excesses were praised like gods.
It was a tomfoolery, really.
On the screen her violet orbs watched a clip being played, of an orange-haired male of about her age sitting on a dark red seat opposite some bubbly blonde that looked far too stereotypical for Rukia's taste.
Kurosaki Ichigo was a handsome man, she would give him that much, though she was sure it was one of the only reasons he was so famous for. He looked unique and had some sort of mysterious, dark aura around him.
He didn't have mainly female audience for nothing.
Though the male party was gay, so it didn't exactly count.
The orange hair on top of his head stood up in all directions, the strands at the back of his neck a little longer and reaching to the junction of his shoulder and neck meeting, bangs covering parts of his eyes.
Bishounen-wannabe, was all Rukia could and would allow herself to think as she stared at the close-up of his face, soulful, smoldering gold irises glinting mischievously in the light directed at him as full lips, pulled up in a half-smirk, answered the ditsy blonde's questions, one tanned, muscular arm wrapped over the back of his seat, a black wristband adorning it. His tight, black dress shirt fit his every rippling muscle, the sleeves folded up just under his elbows, the dark jeans not betraying his sinewy legs. His right ear was sporting 5 golden ear rings, two at his ear lobe, the other three piercing the auricle. She knew his left ear was pierced just as much, only that it had two rings replaced by simple black orbs.
Bishounen-wannabe and punk, how original and creative. Not.
"SO! I heard you are going to try yourself in acting! May I ask what brought upon this sudden change?"
Rukia perked up, frowning. Now he was trying to pull a Rob Pattinson? Please no. His smirk widened slightly, white, sharp canines becoming visible. The black-haired woman nearly fell out her chair. Speaking of sparkly vampires...
"Actually, my agent thought it would be good to try something different once in a while, so I thought 'why not?'."
"In what exactly will you be playing?"
"A crime Scene Show, I'm starring as the male main part, a writer whose books are taken as pattern for two murders, and he assists the cops getting the killer. After that he assists the police every now and then while gathering material for his books."
That sounded dangerously familiar to the purple-eyed actress. It can't be...
"My female counterpart and love interest in the show will be taken over by Kuchiki Rukia, by the way. I'm looking forward to it, I'm a big fan, to be completely honest."
The sound of her untouched coffee mug shattering on the tiled floor echoed throughout her apartment as Rukia raced towards the couch where her cell phone was lying on. Speed-dialing her agent's number she tapped her food impatiently, waiting for the other end to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Halibel! It's me!"
The deep, female voice on the other end took some time to reply, then. "Why are you calling me this early in the morning, Rukia? I'm... busy."
Busy her ass! She was probably screwing with someone just to relieve her stress! "I just watched MTV!" As if that explained everything.
"And that explains your call how...?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo just said he is starring in my new show!"
"Yes, so what. Now, if you excuse me-"
"WHY THE FUCK IS THAT ZUKO DOPPELGANGER WITH BLEACHED HAIR AND TEETH LIKE EDWARD CULLEN PLAYING THE MALE MAIN PART IN MY NEW SHOW!"
Silence.
Eerie silence.
"Yell at me again and I will beat your pretty little 10 million-dollar face into your head."
"G-gomenasai..."
"Better. Now as to why he got the role. His manager is a good friend of mine-" Translation: I screwed with him once or twice. "And he asked me whether I could throw in a good word for the guy. So I did. The whole deal. Bye."
With that the tanned blonde ended the call, leaving Rukia in her own, personal horror movie.
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A pale, petite woman was pointing her gun at some killer, violet eyes narrowed and glinting angrily as backup arrived from afar.
Sharp, white canines glinted from in-between full lips as golden-brown eyes like honey watched the recording of one of Kuchiki Rukia's last shows play across the screen of his portable DVD-Player as Kurosaki Ichigo sat in one of the comfortable seats inside his jet as he flew towards New York where the set was being built up.
He hadn't lied when he said that he was a big fan of the impressive black-haired woman. He hadn't missed one article appearing in the serious magazines that still survived throughout the mass of gossip papers, had been entranced by her the moment he saw her in her first movie almost seven years ago, and had recorded every show she was part of.
He had to admit he belonged to the crazy bunch of fanboys she possessed, though he did so reluctantly.
Propping his left elbow up on his armrest he rested the side of his face in the palm of his hand, eyes not leaving the figure of the violet-eyed actress on the screen. He really looked forward to meeting that woman, if only to know how she was in person. Was she like all these egocentric women he had met since he became part of the 'stars' or was she still normal and realistic? He really wanted to get to know her, and he vehemently denied it was because he was fawning over her every time he saw even a glimpse of her.
Seems like being famous doesn't make you immune of having crushes on other stars.
"Drooling over Kuchiki again? If I didn't knew you better I'd say you are a stalker, Ichigo."
The said man pushed the freeze-button – stopping the video at a nice shot of her ass, he noted in the back of his mind with an inward chuckle – and turned his head around, honey irises locking on the pale figure of his agent. "Hey, Ulquiorra, nice to see you got off the notebook screen and stopped having wireless sex with Halibel long enough to grant me with your noble presence."
Emerald eyes narrowed at the witty man before the black-haired man sat down in the seat in front of him. "So, care explaining why you wanted to have that role so badly you even doubled my salary if I got it?"
Ichigo blinked. "Because I want to spend time with her? What do you think? I wanted to meet her since forever!"
Ulquiorra sighed. "And I did my best to prevent that. Listen, she doesn't like 'overrated' singers, Kuchiki will probably hate you before you have the chance to say hello to her."
The orange-head smiled slightly as he pressed play on the player, staring back down at the screen. "I know, I just hope she'll give me a chance. I'll stop annoying you as long as I get to meet her. It's all I'm asking for."
The pale man frowned at his client who was gazing at the screen showing without a doubt the agent's worst nightmare. "Of all the people to crush on it had to be her? Why? Are you doing this on purpose just to get me in my grave early?"
Ichigo shook his head, not breaking his gaze away from the actress. "I fell for her when I first saw her on the screen."
"That was around the time I took you in."
"I only found out you hated her a year later when I started nagging you."
"I don't hate her. I hate her brother, that's different."
"But you're projecting your hatred for him on her."
"So what? You're projecting your horny thoughts on me and Halibel, what's the difference in that?"
Kurosaki smiled. "The fact that I'm less subtle about it."
Silence fell over the two as the orange-haired singer continued watching the Kuchiki move over the little screen of the DVD-Player.
Ulquiorra turned his head towards the window on his right, whispering. "I got a call from Isshin." He felt the other man stiffen in his seat opposite of him at the mention of his father. When the young man answered his usual husky, deep voice was as cold as ice.
"I don't know who you are talking about, Ulquiorra."
The black-haired man looked at the younger one with a deep scowl. "How long are you planning on keeping this feud with your father up? I'm sure if you two just took the time to talk things out-"
"I don't have a father, Ulquiorra, now drop the topic."
Oh boy...
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The orange-head looked up while entering his house when he saw his father standing before him with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the teen. Putting his guitar case down Ichigo smiled nervously. "Uh... tadaima?"
"Where were you?"
The brown-eyes man scowled as he stared down at the suddenly very entertaining floor. "Out."
"You had a gig, right?"
"So what!" Ichigo stared at his father angrily now.
"I told you to stop it."
"But I don't want to! What is so wrong with me having this job?"
"Job? You call this... hobby of yours a job? How naïve are you, Ichigo? As if you are going to be able to earn a living with this shit."
"Mom did!"
"And where did she end with it? She's dead. Do you think I want to carry my own son to the grave as I did with my wife?"
Honey-colored irises glinting dangerously Ichigo grabbed his guitar and stormed by his father, turning around when he reached the bottom of the stairs. "I actually got the offer to record some of my songs at a real record label next week by Ulquiorra Cifer. Not earning a living my ass." With that he left his father in the dark living room.
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Ichigo frowned as the memory of that night resurfaced in his mind, eyes narrowing. He hadn't spoken to his dad ever since. The very next day he had packed his shit and moved in with Chad. At least he was sure not to press the topic.
Not earning a fucking living my ass, fucker, the orange-head thought bitterly. I earn more money in a month than you did for all the years you have been running that clinic.
Great, now Ulquiorra managed to ruin his good mood. Bastard.
Looking up the young adult noticed he was once again left alone in the main part of the jet. With a sigh he closed the DVD-Player and leaned his head against the window to his right.
"Here I am
Once again
Feeling lost but now and then
I breath it in
To let it go
And you don't know
Where you are now
What it would come to
If only somebody could hear
When you figure out how
You're lost in the moment
You disappear..."
His voice, barely a whisper, trailed off as he closed his eyes, trying to fight the memories of his father back into the deepest recesses of his mind.
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The song used at the beginning is called 'Akatsuki no Kuruma', I used the lyrics from geekyfandubs' fandub. A wonderful version, almost as good as the Japanese original! And mind you, Ichigo will use a lot of her fandubs XD
The song at the end was 'Make It Shine' the theme song of 'Victorious' that new show by Nickelodeon. I liked the song XD
And Ichigo has the hair style from Deiceide, if you don't know it then google an image of him.
And... I find it weird myself that Ulquiorra and Halibel are a... couple... in here... it came kinda out of nowhere... lol?