Memo: The inspirations for all of my chapters and the name of this fan fic all come from songs. "Somebody To Love" - Queen and "Shattered" - Trading Yesterday. As a thank to the songs and their artists, I'm going to be including some of the lyrics of the song that's the name of each chapter. This is a new update. Author's note at the bottom of page. =D
Somebody to Love
Chapter 1 : Shattered
"Yesterday I Died,
Tomorrow's Bleeding.
Fall Into Your Sunlight.
The Future's Open Wide,
Beyond Blieveing.
To Know Why Hope Dies.
Losing What Was Found,
A World So Hollow.
Suspened In A Compromise.
The Silence Of This Sound Is Soon To Follow"
So much has changed...what did I do so wrong? he thought, but only for a second being brought back to the reality of his situation. "Hey! Fuck-face! Get over here and clean up this dog-shit!" she yelled to him, she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Why hasn't otou-san come home yet? he let his mind wonder once again as he made his way to the designated spot. Unexpectedly, a fist came crashing down on his head and white spots appeared before his eyes.
"Oka-san-"
"Urusai! (Shut-up) I don't want to hear you fucking whining! Why do you always mess everything up?! Why are you alive?! Why did you have to be my child?!" She screamed and degraded him as fists rained upon his unprotected head. Even after the poor boy had passed out, the mother's assault continued leaving him with countless bruises on his skinny frame.
MEANWHILE:
"Konichiwa, Kurosaki-kun!" Bright, sparkling eyes greeted the orange-headed teen.
"Oh, hello Inoue," he greeted back, rather unenthusiastically, a trademark scowl plastered on his face.
"Okay students! Take your seats!" the energetic teacher chimed in. She then continued onto the attendance. There were no absences...except on. Toshirou Hitsugaya...his frequent absences were noticed by everyone, yet no one said anything...
I wonder where he is all the time...and those bruises and marks..where do those come from? Ichigo pondered, completely tuning out the teacher and today's lesson...
The bell rang and all students rushed out of the school, excited to be free from all of the lectures of the day.
"Hey, Ichigo, your house in this way!" the raven-haired girl known as Rukia called to the dazed teen for the third time.
"I know, I'm not stupid!...I'm just going to take a detour today," Ichigo called back to her, lost in thought.
"Oh....Okay, see you at home," She replied, regrettably. I wish he could just see how I feel already! she thought, becoming frustrated.
I've had a bad feeling about this whole Toshirou thing for awhile now Ichigo echoed to himself as he neared Toshirou's house...
TOSHIRO'S HOUSE
He awoke in a dark room, trying to get his bearings sorted out and his thinking back on track...
Oh shit! I missed school again he realized as he kicked sore and bruised legs over the edge of the stinking bed. I need to go back out there...
Quietly, he made his way out to the small, trashed living room where oka-san was waiting for him. Toshirou stopped at the end of the hallway, waiting for his mother to grant him entry. After five minutes, she looked at him, a vodka bottle in one hand and a knife in the other.
"You!" she hissed, "You know what you did to me today?!" the drink woman called, her volume increasing. "Well?! Do you?!" she yelled
"N-no," the child said obediently.
She chuckled bitterly and continued on her raid. "My boss called my today and fired me! You know why? Huh? Well I'll tell you why, you worthless piece of shit! He fired me because I've been late to work to many times. And you know why I've been late?" she paused, taking a swig of vodka into her foul mouth.
Toshirou stood, frozen to the spot by some invisible force. He knew it was coming. I made oka-san lose her job...I am worthless...
"I've been late because of your fucken worthless ass...I hate you. You mean nothing to me! You!" she burped and stopped, looking out the window. The drunk put her attention back on the terrified aqua eyes. "You should just go and die, but not yet...no...I'll wait." She then disappeared into the kitchen, her words of venom cutting more gashes into the scared boy's heart.
The poor child fell to his knees...Toshirou trembled from head to toe, but he recovered quickly and stood up in time for his mom to come out of the kitchen.
"Go wash the dishes, fuck-face," she grumbled.
"Hai, oka-san," Toshirou replied and walked into the kitchen.
ICHIGO
He grabbed onto the wall behind him, trying to catch his breath... What was that? His mother, holding a knife and vodka bottle, Toshirou on the brink of tears..What was going on there? And why did she look out the window and then disappear, coming back with nothing?...Did she see me?...No, she couldn't have...So what was that all about? Ichigo's thought raced, trying to make sense of the image that was burned into his mind.
Looking up, he realized that his idiotic father was flying at him foot first. Being so absorbed in his thoughts, he couldn't find the ability to stop the play attack and hit the ground, stunned.
A surprised look crossed his father's face as Ichigo picked himself up and mumbled, "Sorry, I'm just going to bed", and dragged himself to his room. He sprawled out on his bed where his thoughts attacked him with so many conclusions....
TOSHIROU
Walking out the now clean kitchen, Toshirou walked out to the living room to find his mother unconscious on the floor in a puddle of her own vomit. He took it upon himself to clean the room, his mother's mess, and move her safely into her room. Looking at the time, the white-haired teen walked slowly to his room and fell asleep, curled in a small ball in his bed.
ICHIGO
I"m going to uncover the truth to this. Even if I have to stalk him myself Ichigo decided quietly. There has to be something more happening behind the scenes. I know it. It's definitely not normal to sit on a couch holding a knife threatening her child. Thoughts of his plans to uncover the truth lulled the hot-headed adolescent into a fitful sleep.
TOSHIROU
Wiping the last of dreams that no longer existed, the small boy of 14 lumbered his way to the shower. Thankfully, his mother was not there to intercept him.
Turning off the reassuring hot water, Toshirou slipped into his school uniform and left the house of his nightmares.
ICHIGO
Rukia waited for Ichigo at the corner of the street, wondering what he was up to now. "Hey, Ichigo! We don't have all day here!" she yelled impatiently, still wound-up by his obliviousness to the way she felt.
"Ummmm...You go on ahead of me, I'll catch up to you later." Ichigo said, or rather, mumbled back to her.
Fresh anger laced itself around Rukia's frustration and she stomped off towards school, trying to fight the stinging in her eyes.
After waiting a couple more minutes, Ichigo finally left, hoping to run into Toshirou on his way.
TOSHIROU
Finally, a day where I get to go to school, in peace. Maybe today will be a good day... BOOM! Something hard blocked Toshirou from taking another step and he landed on the ground. Strong arms lifted him gently back to his feet and he heard a voice call, "Are you okay Toshirou?"
TOSHIROU
Recognition flashed across his face, "Ichigo..." Why am I lost for words over this idiot? He can't even pay attention to where he's walking he thought quickly to himself, fuming. "Uhh...y-yes of course, I'm f-fine," the boy stuttered.
"That's good," Ichigo replied, but there was some hidden meaning to his voice. "Hey, you wanna walk with me, Toshirou?"
"Sure, I don't mind," he replied without thinking. Why is he here? Isn't he normally to school by the time that I get here? What was with the tone he used before? Toshirou tried to figure it out, only confusing himself more.
The only sound exchanged between the two boys the entire way to school was the shuffling of feet and crunching of snow.
He looked like he had so much to say, but it looks like I was wrong Toshirou thought while taking his seat. Although he does look more gloomy than normal.
ICHIGO
Why couldn't I say it? Why couldn't I ask about the scene that I saw yesterday? I have to figure this out, I promised myself that. Doesn't that start with asking him questions about what I saw? he felt like punching his desk suddenly, but refrained. The last thing I want is for everyone to be looking at me. What am I going to do? I feel like some kind of stupid detective...and Toshirou doesn't have any bruises that I can see, but why is he so light? He was never that skinny before was he?...It doesn't look like he's eating, either. He looks tired, and worn out, like he's hanging by a string...I have to do something about it. Ichigo's resolution was absolute this time, he would do whatever it took to uncover Toshirou's secret.
TOSHIROU
Toshirou thought about what had happened between him and Ichigo on the way to school for the entire school day. Even though he had planned to actually listen to what the teacher had to say, since he didn't get to do that very often, but there was no way that he was going to be able to concentrate on today's lesson. All too soon, the end of the day bell rang and regretfully, Toshirou gathered his things and made his way.
Surprisingly he found himself instep with his orange headed friend. Not wanting to completely regret this day, the normally anti-social boy started and kept a conversation going all the way to Ichigo's house, without bringing up all the questions that he had about this morning.
ICHIGO
That was the best conversation that I've had in a long time, but it all seems so surreal, like tomorrow I'm going to find out he never existed....thoughts attacked Ichigo's mind becoming increasingly negative. Finally, he decided to go to Toshirou's house, just to make sure that everything was alright.
There was nothing in this world that could've prepared him for what he saw happening in the living room of his white-haired friend's house.
Blood, there was blood, Toshirou's blood, splattered on the window and he was on the floor....dying. Without pausing to think, Ichigo bursted into the house to find the mother smiling ver her child's limp body.
Author's note : I am currently working on chapter 2, writing a bit each night, but with school starting up agian after my long month off, it's hard to find the time anymore. Don't fret, I am nearly done, I have 5 or 6 pages written so far. =D