Author's Note: *hides away from hoards of readers that's been waiting forever for updates* I'm sorry! However I bring you a remake and reboot of an old story of mines that I just recently found again. I will still continue AINEH and MG but in due time!
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Tite Kubo or Bleach. I also do no own any song lyrics used in this fic.
Song: Ghosts by "Pvris"
Mira
Tune 0: Mirror
Miroiter.
Specchio.
Mira.
No matter what language we said it in that word will remain in our lives. It represented everything from our music, our relationship, us. We reflected one another. That's a sole fact that will remain the same.
'Leave. You're interrupting my practicing.'
I strummed my guitar as his voice ranged through my head. It's been a week since my brain blocked his voice out completely. His low, husky voice that left a conceited feeling behind. I remembered when I first met him down at the school basement. He was sitting there, a Marlboro medium cigarette between his thin pink lips, and his 1959 Sunburst Les Paul perched on his lap.
His words came out sharply as if cutting my presence with a knife. The only thing I managed to do was glare and situate myself beside him. He said nothing else and continued to play experimental.
I looked down at the guitar in my hands. The exact same one he was playing all those years ago. I tapped my cigarette to get rid of the ash before staring at the CD case next to me. It was wrapped as it lay by the can of Joose. The cover was black with only a Fender Precision Bass on the front. The body was alder and ash, the neck maple, and the fret board maple. Tied to the fret board was a black and white striped scarf with a white rose. The white rose he kept alive till now.
Mira
Farewell
How nostalgic. I remembered he told me what the original name of the album was going to be. Beginning. The picture was supposed to be a wedding ring on a red rose petal. I laughed dryly before focusing on the notepad in front of me. I was supposed to be writing a lyric but my mind was blank. All the good ones we wrote together.
Together. We were always with each other. Concerts, signings, movies, writing-we were always together, even when weren't together we were always together.
'I simply just don't want to be seen with you.'
We never thought like that back then. Especially him. He never wanted to know me, to be seen with me, to care for me. Neither did I but things changed when I saw him perform at a local live. His performance was like no other. Everything about his performance was unreal. His voice was synchronized with the music. His voice was the music. Back then I wanted to do nothing but perform with him.
'You're persisted aren't you?'
I stubbed my cigarette out before playing classical rock, but soon stopped as I looked at my simple purple guitar pick. It wasn't powerful like that one. The one he got me for our first performance.
'What did you have in mind?'
He would always ask me that question when we were practicing for the live. He wanted to give me something to repay me for the rose I gave him.
'Surely I'm not the last man you'll be with. You're not that in love with me.'
That's what he said I as I place the chained locket around his pale neck. I only smirked before pushing him down onto the leather couch.
'Not there! Definitely not there!'
That was two months into our twisted relationship. To me it was only one step closer to finding out who he really was.
'Does my life interest you so much that you'll videotape my nightly adventures.'
It was.
'If it's all lies than my feelings for you are false as well.'
That argument was only vague in my memory. I couldn't even remember what I said. I played a note before going into an unstoppable rhythm. A song came to my head.
'Why do you chase after me? Let me go! I'm a liar. My life is just an inexcusable lie just like you said!'
It wasn't. It never was.
'Why can't I stop loving you? Why do you have is undeniable control over my heart?'
I asked you the same thing the day before.
'I love you. I really do but I can't….I can't do this.'
You never were the one to quit nor were you the one to keep secrets. I guess I was deathly wrong.
'He's gone and there's nothing you or I can do about that.'
There was. That's why I went to him but if it was going to end like this I would've stayed back home in our sleepy hometown. Far away from him, and safe from all he could do to me.
"Why can't you stay? I'm up against these things I can't see. They don't compare. Make me believe, make me believe."
'I never stopped believing in you,… in us,… and what we are capable of.'
"I'm sorry I keep pushing. I'm sorry I keep pushing."
Now you're up against the ghosts in my head. Now you're truly up against the ghosts in my head…Toshiro.
