Chapter 1 - Death

Friendship more than romance, OC-s, Kuukaku, Urahara, Byakuya, Ichimaru, that is what you'll be seeing for more than 10 chapters, although I'm hoping to make a more comprehensive Bleach-universe walkthrough. It gets dramatic after.. chapter 4, I think. If you want to see your beloved bleach characters, skip chapters 1 & 2, they're mostly about Zori. I own her. .:DISCLAIM:. As for Bleach - I wish I were that man who created it. But I'm not. One more thing: action here takes place about a year or two before the beginning of the series, say February 2003?


I am well aware that death isn't all that interesting, but the story of my own can't help but be told – unless you don't want any introduction.

My first thoughts were like…

I wish I hadn't died in Japan. Nice place, but with my lack of any comprehension for the language things just couldn't go well for a lost dead soul.

Lost soul, I say, all because of that traitorous feeling of separation – separation from where my heart seemingly belonged. From my small European homeland. And (three dots) yes (coma) from a certain person. (full stop)

So, I was speaking of my death, no?

I, with three friends was part of a certain "art" project (a non-speech musical with lots of screaming, crying and outrageous body art make-up). Fortunate (for us) and unfortunate (for the unprepared spectators), we became part of an exchange program. And here we were in Japan, in the small Karakura town.

First day - meet our companions from the local high school.

Second – performance.

Third day – discussion, than be gone.

And a small remark on the second day, concerning me.

Death.

So, how the hell did this happen?

Perhaps a good time to say a word about my hallucinations. Especially as younger (than current 16) I liked to claim about my "insanity".Yeah, lame, past, lost. Other kids liked it or made fun out of it. I was happy either way.

What no one knew, for which I'm grateful, was that those bizarre visions did really occur to me.

Visions of ghosts, better ignored, since most of them were immensely unpleasant.

Visions of energies, which I didn't ignore since I learned you could learn stuff about the people to whom they belong. (Sadly, only a few people emitted energies strong enough for me to see, and sometimes there were also powers from unknown sources, which were therefore useless).

And last, but not least important – visions of monsters.

For those I was certain that they were hallucinations of my sick brain, so I tried to be extremely careful not to get caught and sent to a mental hospital.

Many of them seemed to have particular interests in me – a clear symptom of an utterly selfish mind.

They also talked sometimes, amidst their distorted screams there were sometimes nonsense things such as "Tasty smell, you bitch". (meaning: a damaged by the newspapers, TV and the internet brain fulfills its sadomasochistic complex, unsatisfied (non)sexual desires, distorted as cravings for fear by the world's duality: extreme boredom vs. ultra violence).

"Once you die I would love to eat ya" (no pseudo psychological comment on this, feel relieved.)

So I ignored the visions of animalistic, masked figures, spitting threats on each step.

Until one of them actually killed me.

I was peacefully walking on my way to the hotel with my three friends and colleagues along with Tatsuki-chan, one of our assigned companions from the local high-school. I liked her, she was (well, unlike me, she still is) a lively, energetic and sexy girl, unlike our other conductor, her red-haired and lecherous classmate Chizuru. We were able to get rid of her for a while, sending her for wasabi peanuts and drinks. She had her eye on one of us, the rather feminine Ira, I'm sure of it!

We had other conductors – Mizuiro, who was showing the town to the fourth of our group.

And finally and the most sympathetic for me "mate" was this quiet Ishida-kun, whose piercing eyes glared at me oh- so irritated. I switched him with one of our boys (for red-hair lecher Chizuru, poor guy) (each of us had to be accompanied by a local student, so that we could have some cultural exchange.)

Ishida could speak some German so during the hour or so each of us four spent alone with his/hers companion, we were able to practice some Deutsch. Man, how cute he pronounced the words and the silent pathos when he said stuff like "Seele" (soul) or "schneiden" (cut)…

That guy really made my very intestines shiver… (now, isn' that eloquence or what?!)

Even more fun was the way he would turn bright red at every of my many nasty remarks. He finally grew tired of my not-as-humorous-as-intended words and, as cute as he were, I felt kinda sorry for him and told him to go home, while I would join Tatsuki and the others.

"I'm sorry that you didn't enjoy our show, Ishida, and I'll look forward to your criticism at the discussion tomorrow."

"I wouldn't dare to criticize things I do not understand, Zori-san." – He said, adjusting his glasses.

"Sure you do. Prepare your speech well." – I answered. - "And do not Zori-san me unless you actually respect me."

He was already walking away, pretending politely not to hear me anymore.

"Which you don't!" – I yelled at his back.

Such lame last words to be yelled ad such an intelligent-looking young man.

Oh, how indistinctly I remember the last 30 minutes of my life: gazing at Tatsuki's muscular, yet graceful arms and body, rather than listening to the casual chatter between her and my friends.

We came to a park. And again, in the most improper place, I had the most awful hallucination ever.

A gigantic crab-like monster was chasing after a scared to death (formally speaking, for he was a ghost) middle-aged man carrying a briefcase, his sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his cobby body, his widened eyes full of tears.

The most frightening about this scene was that the people around us seemed to actually notice the uproar caused by the nasty hallucination – cracks in the pavement, violent wind….almost… almost as if this whole shit was actually happening!

Tatsuki noticed it as well. Gosh, her reflexes were sharp – her warm brown eyes followed merciless the monsters steps… wait, what? It does not exist, so why would she…

"Oh, thank goodness" – I thought. Although she did seem disturbed, her confused expression proved she didn't actually see anything.

Than was this sudden struck of genius when I realized it all: Indeed, my hallucinations are based on the sudden reactions of people when some natural phenomenon or magnetic disturbance or whatever unpleasant is bothering…

"Oh, I found someone way more delicious" – a distorted voice scratched through my ears, interrupting my thoughts. (I must admit I couldn't understand a word from its speech then, but I figured it was something nasty.)

Good god, the damned thing had left its prey and came after me?! I wasn't even a ghost, what left of another hallucination, what was it thinking?!

Another important detail: we were standing atop a hill with some kind of memorial on it, and we were close to a not-so-small-at-all stairway down to other alleys.

Rather unfortunate. The nasty thing pushed me fiercely and I flew down the stairs, trying not to break my neck. The others probably perceived this as a violent wind out of nowhere.

If they didn't this would mean my subconsciousness is trying to kill me, right?

I hit my head nastily and experienced the unpleasant feeling of being pushed out of my body. A chain out of my sternum seemed to connect me to my chafed body, which lay a few meters from me. I ran towards it, but the crab was quicker.

"Come here, lunch-chan" – hissed the creature, something I perceived as "()#!# !" and since it was clearly unfriendly and clearly addressing me, I answered politely:

"(!#)&# you and (&# your ugly mom, you #073! I'm alive you moron!"

I hoped to blind it with anger and have the chance to jump to my body, but whom was I fooling, the monster didn't seem to understand even half of my words.

Note to self: Japanese hallucination monsters speak no English. Check swearosaurus for native curses unless you want to make a fool out of yerself.

(Few months later)

Later note to self: some huge hollows, including this particular one are quite old and therefore inexperienced with western movies, songs and the corresponding lexis. No swearosaurus in Soul Society. Make sure to find someone cooperative or simply angry to teach you.

Where was I? Ah, yes...

The freaking thing grabbed my chain with its larger pincer and cut it as if it were marshmallow.

A pathetic, lame-ass, disgraceful death. I felt so angry that I stopped noticing the screaming of the worried people around my body. The only thing I could see through the reddish mist of pure anger, was the damned monster.

"I'll freaking kill you!" – I screamed.

"I'll freaking eat ya!" – groaned the scull-masked crab simultaneously.

I jumped and then suddenly some rather confused, dressed in black kimono person pushed me away. Male with a katana and curly black hair. Rather confused, as I said.

(Say it with me)

RATHER FREAKING CONFUSED!

Why the hell so late? Why when I was already dead!!

I fell to the left, while the sweaty, late redeemer attacked the monster.

The red mist hasn't vanished. In fact, it grew thicker. Without as much as thinking, I ran to them (the swordsman seemed quite endangered by the gruesome pincers btw.)

I had no explanation for my actions. Guess that was simply following my instincts.

With my left hand pointed at the crab's mask, my palm shot a grapefruit-sized red cannonball which, to my surprise, hit the scull.

Why would the first time in my life to aim right be AFTER MY DEATH?!

The white mask cracked open and the thing screamed furiously. The man behind it, however, instead of taking advantage, stayed motionless, his jaw left loose by the surprise:

"K-k-k kido?!"

My anger now targeted him. Saving his lame arse, giving him the chance to make use of this weapon of his and he calls me a "kiddo"?! WTF!?

The crab form moved swiftly towards me, so I stretched my arms once again, pushing into its eyes a second, sadly smaller ball.

Than the red mist turned black and I fainted.


Aaand reedited once again. if you find this or any other chapter too boring, write a review and I'll edit again. Next chapter - meet some freakish zanpakuto and.. a man dressed in green :)