Ghost of Our Past: Part One
A/N: Yo! Well here's another Vizard story. Anyway….it's only my second Bleach fanfic….so please still be nice ^^;
As usual, please forgive any grammar or spelling errors. But I hope you guys like it.
Note: I don't own Bleach.
Rating: T (Blood and Cursing)
Well, enjoy :P
Chapter One
Rose walked through the rotting house, looking at the holes in the roof and the dry, splintering floor. He'd only walked through two rooms in the house and was now making his way to the last. However as he approached he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, nervous in a way. Slowly he made his way to the doorway, looking carefully around the corner.
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Each Vizard downstairs reacted differently to the ear shattering scream that echoed through the warehouse and the reiatsu that spiked so high they could barely breathe. Kensei had gone on instant alert, his body tensing and his fist tightening. Mashiro had jumped, looking like a deer in headlights while Lisa glanced up, her brows furrowing. Hachi stood, readying to help if needed while Hiyori flinched, then busted out laughing. Shinji had been drinking a full bottle of water when he heard the scream. He'd jerked, his muscles tensing and crushing his water. His shirt and pants were now soaked and his jaw length blond hair dripping wet. He glared at Hiyori as she laughed at him, giving her the finger while she clutched her sides in now painful laughter. Shinji growled, his long straight teeth showing. Love had been reading one of Rose's manga, but stalled when he'd heard the blond scream.
"Why'd Rose-kun scream?" Mashiro asked, looking to Kensei with worried eyes.
No one had ever heard him scream before, so they really didn't know what to think or how to react at first.
"I don't know." Kensei said, looking to Shinji.
"Well don't look at me!" He barked, throwing out his hands.
They all grew worried when Rose's spirit pressure bottomed out. Love, who had shown the least reaction to the incident, stood. Looking at the others with a bored expression he sighed.
"I'll go check it out." He said, walking up the tattered stairs to the third level of their home.
No one could tell what Love really thought, his sunglasses blocking the only key to his emotions.
Love walked past a handful of empty rooms and finally stopped when he made it to Rose's room. The door was shut tight and he listened to the quiet inside and out of the room. Shrugging and knocking softly he wasn't surprised when the door didn't open. He grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly swinging the plain gray door open, looking on in mild shock at the figure hunched over in his bed. Rose had his knees up and his elbows propped on top of them, his head in his hands. His face was hidden by the curtain of blond curly hair. He was bare apart from black sweat pants fixed lazily on his hips. The dark scar left by the white haired Espada a year ago was an odd contrast to his pale, unmarred body. It would never cease to amaze Love or the other Vizards how truly thin that man was. And though he was in perfect health, his body would make you think otherwise. His ribs and spine showed easily and his hips looked painful the way the jutted out. Love walked up to Rose's bed, kneeing it softly. The blond didn't look up but finally responded to the others presence.
"Yes Love-kun?" He asked.
To anyone else Rose would have sounded normal, but Love wasn't anyone else. He'd known Rose longer then he could remember and he easily picked up on the shaky tones that laced Rose's voice.
"What happened?" Love asked. "You almost crushed us with that spirit pressure of yours." He said.
Rose was quiet for a moment. "Nothing Love, just a nightmare." He said.
"About what?" Love asked, Rose wasn't lying, but something was still slightly off.
Once again Rose was quiet, but longer this time. "It's silly really, I just dreamed that Azien won the war and killed everyone." He said, looking up to Love with an embarrassed grin.
Love's brows rose. "Really…." He stayed quiet. "Man, I think I'd scream to. There's no tellin' what he would've done if he won." Love said, he didn't even want to know what would have happened if they had lost the final battle.
"Well," Rose said, his lazily tone back to normal. "Please leave, I need to get dressed." Rose said, sliding off of his bed and standing straight.
The blond looked up to the taller man. "What?" He asked.
Love grinned wide. "Just hurry up and go look at Shinji." He said walking to the door.
Rose cocked a brow and watched with confusion as Love left. Shaking his head at his very odd friend he let his mind wonder back to his dream. His heart immediately sped up and his stomach turned. He stalled, feeling his mouth water. He knew if he kept thinking about it he would throw up, so he didn't. The best he could away, the scene still played out in his head, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. So he simply hid his emotions to it. He sighed as he finished zipping his pants. He then slipped on his white, ruffled dress shirt, and finally his black jacket. But instead of his usual shoes he put on simple black dress boots. He was tired, feeling like he didn't sleep at all, but had actually gone to sleep very early that night.
'What a horrible night.' Rose thought, rubbing his forehead and swallowing down his nausea.
He made his way downstairs to see everyone gathered around the front, Shinji was wringing out his soaking wet hair, while his shirt and pants clung to him. Rose laughed softly, no one hearing the sound apart from Love, who he was walking by. Mashiro was nagging Kensei, the gray haired man looking as though he were about to explode from annoyance. Lisa was reading her usual porn and Hachi was practicing kido as per usual. Hiyori was laughing at Shinji and kicking up dirt cloud after cloud of dirt so it would stick to his clothes. Rose walked over to a tattered chair and moving his guitar from it, he sit down.
"Shinji-kun," He said, Shinji looked back at him, a drop of water running down his forehead and off of his nose.
"Ya, what'cha want?" He said, his tone bored as his twisted his hair again, water dripping out in a tiny stream.
"Why are you wet?" Rose asked.
Shinji scowled. "Because-" He stalled, coughing roughly as another cloud of dust was kicked his way.
"Hiyori would you stop that!" He snarled, kicking a dusty cloud back at her.
Hiyori coughed and stumbled back. "You asshole!" She hissed, pulling off a sneaker.
"Shit…." Shinji sighed as Hiyori lunged at him.
Rose watched as Shinji went flying across the room, the curly blonds expression as lively as a bored child stuck in school during the most boring subject. The others watched as well, not even blinking when Shinji crashed into a wall and Hiyori jumped on him, slapping him with her shoe repeatedly. Mashiro cuddled up next to Kensei, shivering.
"It's so cold!" She said, nuzzling his side.
Kensei pushed at her half-heartedly. "Get off of me you little brat!" He growled.
Mashiro ignored him, wrapping her arms around him tighter. He sighed, poking her on the head. The bright green haired girl looked up to him.
"If you're so cold go put on some warm clothes instead of that freakin jumpsuit." He said.
"No." She said flatly.
Kensei's eye twitched. "Why?"
"Because I don't have to and you can't make me." She deadpanned.
Kensei raised his fist, about to hit her over the head.
"Mashiro is right." Shinji said.
Everyone looked to him, and Kensei sighed, letting his fist drop to his side. Shinji let out a breath of air, watching as the cloud of moisture slowly disappeared.
"It is too cold. We don't have any heat here." The blond said, pealing Hiyori's sneaker off of his face and giving it to her.
She took it, nodding in thanks. The others watched the exchange with overwhelming confusion, but decided not to remark on it. Rose himself didn't understand what the big fuss was about; he wasn't bothered by the cold at all.
"Do you really think so Shinji-kun?" The blond asked.
"You off your rocker Rose?" He asked, cocking a surprised brow. "It's freakin thirty degrees in here." He said, throwing his thumb at the thermometer that had already been hung on the warehouse walls when they first arrived there so many years ago.
"Really?" He asked, truly surprised. "It doesn't feel like it." Rose said, turning and looking at the little temperature gauge.
Shinji's brows furrowed as he stared at Rose. He noted how the man was dressed in his usual attire, and that attire happened to conserve very little heat. He found it a little more than odd, even Hiyori was shivering from the cold, and Hiyori never let you know what she was feeling, emotional or physical. Said little blond looked up, giving Shinji a nudge with her foot.
"What's up with you?" She said, following his gaze to Rose who was now tuning his guitar.
Shinji looked down to her, his expression bored. "Nothin', and even if there was, I wouldn't tell ya'-you nosy brat." He said, yelling in pain when Hiyori kicked him in the knee.
As Rose tuned his guitar his mind wondered, stopping once again on the dream and what laid inside of that last room. His stomach turned…..and he finally threw up.
A/N: Don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me! I'm sorry if it's not good! D: But please forgive any grammar and spelling that I missed, I really don't mean to miss them. :(
Also I hope you guys don't mind me doing Rose first, he is (Apart from Shinji) my favorite Vizard.