Happy Valentine's Day minna-san!
I bring an AU fic, I'm not sure if it's good or bad...but, gah, I was so bored...and I guess you could call this the fruits of my boredom. It's valentine's day and I have a toothache, do forgive me for any grammatical errors and my overuse of periods.
Warnings: AU, some blood in the next chapters (yes, it's gonna be a multi-chaptered one)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Kubo Tite does.
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Stalactites and Stalagmites
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Act I.I
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The silence was unnerving.
It was sickening.
The whole place was swallowed up by silence.
It was a hospital after all, and the deafening silence was a commonplace here.
So was death.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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There goes the clock again, asking Tick? And answering Tock? Answering its own question with another seemingly similar question, repeating the tedious cycle over and over again like an old broken record. The old man wonders if it had finally managed to get the answer it wants, it was like a never ending search for the truth. It was inevitable, he knows this, and he knows this very well. He had been searching for the truth his whole life, even though the thrill of the chase may have left him already. What was truth anyways? He thinks cynically, well, for one thing, it was the very thing that had distanced him from his loved ones, the thing that broke every strand of connection he ever had with the few select people that was close to him, it was what destroyed what he had once been and made a shell out of the man he used to be.
He glances briefly at the door, tired grey eyes illuminating the cold steel barrier. It was too silent, he thinks, a frown marring his face, why was it too quiet?
Just mere moments ago, his daughter was taken inside the room, about to give life to a child…a baby girl…his granddaughter…He sighs, running a hand through his grey hair, silently praying and hoping against hope that nothing had gone wrong. The earlier scenes were jumbled inside his head; his son knocking on his bedroom door at the early hours of dawn, his grandson running barefoot outside trying to fit the enormous amount of luggage inside the car's trunk, and his daughter…his lovely, lovely daughter; was probably the most level-headed person throughout the whole scene, calmly dictating everyone as to what they were supposed to do.
The deafening silence casts certain bitterness around his thoughts, coating them with a sickening glaze. He abhors the silence resounding inside of his empty and hollow self.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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"Grandfather?"
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A voice broke out and he welcomes the momentary noise like a long lost friend, a friend that he thought had been lost all throughout the hard and lonely years he had spent alone, and closed off to the whole world.
"How long will they be in there?" The young boy asks. The older male smiled fleetingly, "I don't know my boy, but we shall wait, patience is a virtue you must learn". His grandson opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by his father putting a hand on his shoulder with a grim expression on his face.
"They're here"
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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His father said, looking at his grandfather, the young boy looked at the older males in confusion, trying in vain to decipher their silent conversation, who was here? And why were they glaring at each other like that? But before he can voice out his jumbled and bewildered thoughts, a loud cry erupted from the room, echoing all throughout the dark hallway, and a full-blown smile replaced the frown on his face.
His sister!
"Aren't we going to come in?" He asked, face full of hope, his heart full of childish innocence…an innocence that will fail to see the light of day ever again. An innocence that will be lost and will forever remain lost.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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Moments passed and the young boy fidgeted uneasily underneath his father's firm hold. He was a bit worried, who wouldn't be? With his father and grandfather glaring at each other like that, what was he supposed to do anyways? He knows that they probably can't see his sister yet, with all the documentaries about childbirth he had watched with his mother. He has a pretty good idea what was happening inside. A grimace found its way to his face, recalling the last documentary they watched, all that blood. He hopes subconsciously that his sister won't be coming out through C-section; the whole process freaked him out so much that he had thrown up immediately after watching it.
How long has it been? He had already lost track of time, surely it can't be that long right? They had waited for hours and—
The foreboding metal doors opened and a man came out carrying a small and squirming bundle of cloth in his arms.
A baby.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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The young boy looked at the man with horror clearly present in his young face, why was that man carrying his sister away? He looked at his father and grandfather, eyes pleading as the man stopped in his tracks, sending a curt nod at the older males, and started to walk away from them. "What's going on?" He asked, panicking, what was happening? Why are they just standing there? Why are they letting that man take his sister away? Questions swarmed inside his head, he growled angrily, pushing his thoughts aside and following his instincts, he started to follow the man. But his efforts were all in vain as he was quickly halted by his father who proceeded to steer him inside the room where his mother now resided in.
"What are you doing? Can't you see?! They're taking her away!" He screamed, struggling to get free, striving to reach her.
"I know"
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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Know. Knowledge. Somewhere inside him a taunting voice was saying that no matter what he will attempt to do, he cannot can never stop the unavoidable from happening, but that does not stop him from struggling and running away from his father's firm grip. Screaming out a name that has so often escaped his lips, a name that has been source of many a laughter, a name that he knows deep inside of him can never ever be said again.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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Rukia.
Rukia.
Rukia.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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And somehow in the midst of it all, the young boy thinks cynically, as he stood there, frozen, in front of the cold metal doors, grey eyes blinking, searching hopelessly for his sister. His sister who was now forever gone, his sister who was mercilessly taken away from him, his sister— a broken sob wrenches its way out of his shuddering lips. Chest heaving as if he'd ran a marathon, his fists clench and unclench and for one last time, willing his abused vocal cords to work, he weakly said that angelic name again, rolling smoothly on his tongue before he unceremoniously slipped off his feet, back pressed again the cold metal. He lays there. Unmoving. And he thinks cynically.
Everything seems to be in sync with the inner turmoil inside of him. Everything knew about the sadness that enveloped him. Everything mourned with him for the great loss he had suffered in those short snippets of time.
He does not even bother to wipe the tears the has now flown freely from his grey eyes, it appears that a dam has broken inside of him and that he can do nothing but to sit there and watch, utterly transfixed. He does not notice the pair of arms the enveloped him in warmth, nor the concerned stares that was sent his way, even the soothing words looked as if it had no effect on him…
The childish naïveté had been washed away by the unforgiving storm, leaving nothing but the rotting stench of the unending discord in his heart.
He was frozen…completely and utterly frozen.
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…
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…a deafening silence resounded relentlessly inside a newly formed hollow shell…
The silence was unnerving yet again.
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Tick? Tock?
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Act I.I
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End
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A/N: -flails like an idiot- ohmygosh...I can't believe I'm attempting on a multi-chaptered fic again when I can't even finish Drunken Snow! Gah, I blame the plot bunnies for this...
Okay, a random and stupid question coming from the author: Who were those people mentioned up there? -laugh maniacally-
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Oh well...it's currently 7:05 Philippine time and I still haven't eaten dinner...so...I'll take my leave for now.
Reviews are wonderful. -nudge nudge, wink wink- Also accepting some needed constructive criticisms.
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If anyone is interested to beta this fic...kindly PM me...-puppy eyes-