I didn't think anything peculiar about him at first. Not when he moved in next door to us with his stepfather Sosuke Aizen. My eyes barely registered him standing in the neighboring yard, worn navy windbreaker flapping loosely on his lithe frame, face turned toward our yard, staring basically in my direction.
I sat in a reclining position on one of the red cedar Adirondack chairs that Nii-sama had so thoughtfully purchased a while back to serve as a resting place for whomever I had over at the time. "Look! That boy, he's staring at you!" whispered Momo fiercely, her tiny pigtails swung from side to side as she leaned in close to me. I shifted my pink lacquered toenails and recrossed my legs. On my lap reposed the latest issue of Tokyo Teen; my hand paused in flipping the page to style trends as I glanced over to the other yard unconcernedly.
"So?" I said, all I saw was a super skinny boy who was taller than me; had jet-black hair unevenly cut past his ears and the most melancholy expression on his face. Momo frowned, her small lips puckered up, "well aren't you going to at least go welcome him to the neighborhood?" I blinked; my violet eyes strayed back to the glossy page, "no. If I remember right, Nii-sama had said that-er-the Father's name was Aizen? He has a small position in the company…managerial or something. Probably he'll pick up a gift basket and send me over later to drop it off."
Momo looked unconvinced, I ignored her and flipped the page. "Oh that's pretty!" I tapped the dress the model wore on the Runway. When she didn't respond with her usual murmur of agreement I looked over to her, wondering what was wrong. Her wide brown eyes were fixated, staring straight over almost glazedly at the boy next-door's solitary figure.
"Momo?"
No response. I reached over and patted her arm where she leaned against my armrest. "Momo!" I said more forcefully. "Huh?" she jolted as if she'd been shocked by an electric bolt. "What's the matter?" I asked, the magazine slipped from my hands and hit the deck with a thud. "Uh um…I don't know…what came over me…" she raised a slightly shaky hand to her face, her eyes closed slowly. I glanced from her to the neighbor's yard, gone. He was gone. What the heck?
~~~Nothing in the dark chapter.1~~~
Later after Momo had left, still somewhat shaken. I pondered over the whole curious event. Her reaction and seeming hypnosis had me stymied. Being the most levelheaded of my friends-girlfriends-she was the last to get…hmm. No that's not it, I padded across my room, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. Upon reaching the vanilla colored French doors I threw them open and hastened onto the balcony. The warm stone felt delightful beneath my feet, my eyes wandered over to the house next door.
A single light upstairs burned behind white curtains…or were they sheets? I leaned onto the waist high wall and scrutinized it curiously. Was that his bedroom? A chill wind suddenly gusted my dark hair up; I shut my eyes briefly. When I opened them, a thin pale hand had drawn up a corner of the sheet and was peering my way.
Oh my Gods!
I ducked down ashamed, cool air filtered around my legs. After a few minutes I risked a peek. The sheet was back in place and now the light was off. My small hands balled up and I stood up warily. An emo boy maybe, I thought, recalling the vague glimpse I'd gotten of him earlier. Old clothes in somber colors, ratty hair and that damned woe begotten face he'd been making!
Probably a tragedian, I thought disgustedly. The sound of tires crunching the graveled driveway brought me out of the sulky soliloquy I'd been having. Nii-sama! Nii-sama was home! I hastily ran a few fingers through my messy hair, smoothed out my skirt and then raced inside.
~~~Um well I guess to be continued~~~
A/N: don't own Bleach. This is what comes out of being bored and tired of waiting for someone to hurry up with your ancient bday fic…snarls. Anyhow I was bored and in an Ulqui mood…:) and too lazy to work on the vid. So well, I guess please review?