Series: Bleach.
Fan Fiction Title: Hell, has no Glory.
Type: Ongoing.
Genre: Mystery/Thriller, horror, romance.
Pairing: Bazz-BxRukia.
Summary: When you swear to the heavens that you will never allow it to take your happiness away and it goes against your promises... Is just something you cannot control. Bazz-BXRukia, Bazz-B and Rukia story.
I am sorry I have not been so active. Soooo busy with school and work can take a lot out of someone. I will try to be more productive here, and with my Deviantart account. For now, please enjoy some Bazz-BxRukia, in another setting/place. If you don't like the pairing, simply ignore. :) Best, Lee.
Chapter 1: Palettes
The sky currently looming was a gray and gloomy color. It looked like the heavens wanted to cry, but God would not let it unless he himself wanted to cry. Despite the sad emotion above them, his childhood friend was to happy doing what she loved most. Drawing, painting, just art related things. She was not good at it, but she enjoyed doing it and that was okay...Bazz-B thought to himself. "Drawing rabbits again? That just makes me want to go hunting for some." Bazz-B said, knowing full well he would get a reaction from the raven-haired girl. After all, he would do anything to get her attention, when she was too deep into her art, which was usually the case 100% of the time. "Bazzard Black! Why are you always telling me the same line when I am trying to focus?! Do you like seeing me mad?!" Rukia said, fuming with rage over the thought of plots for murdering bunnies. One thing that Bazz-B did not like was when people called him by his full name. He always felt like he was in trouble, which was most of the time, but it was an exception with Rukia. When you truly love someone with all your heart, you tend to not mind so much. "Oi! I just wanted your attention. We are bonding here are we not?" Bazz-B said, while crossing his arms, looking above at all the leaves still plastered to the branches of the trees. Rukia sighed, looking elsewhere this time, her attention focused on something else in the far distance.
Usually Rukia was always hypnotized when it came to her drawings, but lately she's been usually hypnotized by everything. It was not like Rukia. She was usually focused for a 11-year-old. It bothered Bazz-B greatly and every time he asked, he would only get the cold shoulder for several hours. Rukia's 3 brothers were acting similar as well, along with her 2 sisters. Bazz-B was starting to think something odd was going on and whenever he poked around to see for himself, there was always an awkward cloud hovering around the siblings. As if they were keeping a secret that would threating their very existence. It was getting annoying. Bazz-B wanted to know, but like his mother always told him, "he could not always have it his way, but he can sure work for it, to attain what he wanted." It felt like he was not trying hard enough. Rukia was being so nonchalant about it. It pissed him off whenever his friend kept him in the dark, with shit so deep hiding. He knew it was deep, that is why he wanted to know so bad.
The grass began to tickle under both Rukia and Bazz-B's knees. The wind began to pick up. The clouds began to smother one another in a competition of which one was larger and heavier with black charcoal.
"Come inside soon Rukia! You do not want to get caught in the rain." Byakuya warned from the door of their home. Slowly disappearing back from where he came from, like the small shine of the sun being covered fully now, by the black clouds.
"Stop drawing Rukia, do what your big brother says, you don't want to get your precious art works ruined." Bazz-B teased.
"Shut up. I'm not afraid of some little rain." Rukia claimed, while adding the final touches to her image. An image with a house flooded by water, rabbits on the roof, and a rainbow over their heads, as if it would perhaps turn itself into some stairs, if the water ever were to rise more…
It had begun to rain, slowly, then progressing to a harder pouring. Rukia gasped as she gathered all her art belongings. "Help me Bazz! My pictures are getting ruined here!" Rukia yelled as she ran with most of her art, her current illustration flying in the wind, while getting wet. Mixing the color palettes all together like the mixing clouds above them looking all so menacing.
"I told you Ruki! Why do you never listen to me?!" Bazz-B yelled back, trying to follow the image flying away from him with every step he took forward.
"I'm sorry Bazz! I'll make it up to you!" Rukia replied.
"Yeah, sure you will Ruki…" Bazz-B snorted sarcastically back.
Bazz-B ran further down what was now a hill, sliding half way down, due to the wet grass. All the while reaching as far as his soon to be fall would allow him, making him able to reach, and grab onto the picture Rukia was working on. Further into falling, he crashed into someone's firm grasp. Bazz-B startled, looked up, finding himself face to face with Rukia's father… Bazz-B always seemed to freeze for a while whenever this man looked at him dead in the face. His eyes were so cold and dead. His long hair covering most of his menacing face. Bazz-B's only reaction was to hand over Rukia's picture, already wriggled and wet. Rukia's father just held the picture, tossing it aside from where both Bazz-B and Rukia's father himself stood. Letting go of the young boy, Rukia's father continued towards his home, up that hill Bazz-B just came from.
"Stop playing around boy. Don't you got something to tend to." Was all Rukia's father said while leaving ahead.
Bazz-B snapping back to reality looked around, only to find the picture Rukia had made lying on the ground, soaked, and smeared with a bit of dirt. Whipping it as best as he could, Bazz-B took one last look, before heading home, taking the picture with him.
So here is another Bazz-BxRukia story I wanted to do. Hope it was good enough. This chapter was more of an introduction. More chapters will come. Stay tuned. :)