Death And The Confused Kid
I have read several stories putting the author themselves into the plot. They are quite enjoyable, but I have not read one for Bleach yet, so I thought I'd do it. I shall try and be as exact as possible with my personality, so expect some fucking weird moments, most likely some cowardice and long silences...and perversion ( Don't judge me! Everybody is guilty of it at least once in their life!!) So read on and enjoy...Bleach is about to get a character stranger than they could ever anticipate!
AIRPORT – SYDNEY
I gaze at my ticket while waiting for the endless lines of people to get served. I think of cutting in, but I don't...I'm not confident enough that I'd get away with it. I want to hum, but a self conscious anxiety makes my lips tighten. I watch people as they rush around and with growing dread, realise I'll have to rush about soon enough as well. Like I usually do when I'm not doing anything...I zone out. To walkers by, I probably look stoned, with a blank stare and frozen body. My eyes lazily follow an attractive woman in her mid twenties as she walks hurriedly across the crowded area. I stop myself from smiling, so as not to look obvious.
"Can I help you?"
The voice startles me and causes me to break my spell of pointlessness. "Uh...I have a flight to Japan...' I say loudly, over the collective roaring of the crowd. I show her my ticket and she checks it. It's fine. I fake a smile and wander over to the waiting lounge, but there is another barrier in my way...a security check. It's not like I'm carrying a weapon or anything, but the whole effort put into it when I'm innocent bores me. Before the man even asks, I take out all metal objects from my pockets. I put my phone in a small basket, then my keys, Ipod, wallet. The man signals for me to go through and I walk through the scanner, disguised flawlessly as a gate.
I come out the other side and look out the window. Planes are lining up on the tarmac, but mine does not arrive for a while. I turn to face the guard, staring at his moustache, which has a few crumbs trapped within. I don't really understand what he's saying, but nod anyway. I sit down on a comfy red seat and take out my Ipod.
I scroll through the list of music. I'm spoiled for choice. I can either listen to metal, metal, metal, metal...or if I'm in the mood for it...metal. I choose one out of sixty-two songs by In Flames and tap my foot with the fast beat. I'd bang my head, but again, self consciousness sinks it's fang in. I zone out again (I do it a hell of a lot) now with music to accompany my staring at nothing.
The file must be corrupted or something, as an annoying whine keeps interrupting the screams in the chorus. I take out the headphones and notice a baby crying. I glare at it with all the contempt I can muster and wish for the child to either die or be shut up in a non-violent way, but I don't mind either way. Almost disappointingly, the mother yells at the baby and it stops it's crying. My finger hovers over the play button, when another interruption comes.
"Where are you going?" It's a girl. I look up, first noticing her exposed cleavage, then her face.
"Um...Japan, what about you?" I mutter.
"I'm on your flight then!" She beams over excitedly. I don't know why she's so peppy. I don't know her at all; she's probably a Sydney-sider. "I love Japan! It's such a beautiful country!"
I don't need to point out the obvious, but I'd rather have small talk than an extended awkward silence...there will be enough of them on the flight. "So you've been before?"
"Yeah! I was a foreign exchange student." She bounces and my eyes drift down to her chest and back up with masterful speed.
"Is that why you're going back?"
"No! This is a holiday now!" She beams. "What about you?"
"I inherited a shitload of money from an Uncle I've never even heard of." I say simply. "So...a holiday." I feel stupid, but so should she, bouncing around like a ping pong ball with legs...and breasts.
She sits down next to me. Great! A new 'friend'...She'll probably ask me for my MSN or some stupid thing.
"What's your name?"
I'm surprised that she asks that before something related to a social networking site, which I overhear a trio of girls chatter about nearby. "Alex."
The girl laughs as if I'd just told her the funniest joke ever written. She's absolutely cracking up; leaving me to wonder what the hell is so funny. Despite not feeling embarrassed, my cheeks go red, or at least I assume so, because they feel hot.
"That's my name too!" She bursts out, before starting another boisterous laugh. A strange thought pops into my head...this is what the female 'me' would look like...I like it! Much better than the male version. "I'm Alex!" She extends a hand to shake. I stare at it for several seconds before shaking it. "Where you sitting?" She asks. I have no idea what she means, but don't want to admit it, so I just look around until she spells it out for me. "What seat on the plane?"
"Oh uh..." I dig thorugh my pocket for the ticket and read out the seat name. She studies her own and giggles again. "I'm next to you! How funny!"
Oh for god's sake don't laugh!! Please don't!!
"This is going to be fun!" She says, rather suggestively. My eyes widen, but thankfully she doesn't notice. I find myself adjusting my glasses, despite being in the right position already. An announcement over the intercom tells us that the flight to Japan is loading its passengers now. The girl runs off and I slowly walk after her, taking my time to study the other passengers.
A douche bag with pants halfway down his arse jogs past and I start having homicidal thoughts (another thing I do a lot.) I'd curse, but a small toddler waddles past me. I do as instructed and find my way onto the plane. I stumble around, not really sure where I'm supposed to go. There are no visible signs, so I'm lost. I wander around like a moron, until I find Alex...the better one. I slide into the seat next to her. She's rubbing her hands as if she is cold.
"Oh, I'm so excited!!"
I nod.
"You don't look very excited..." She mutters.
"I'm just tired. It was a three hour drive to the airport." I say defensively.
"Oh, where do you live?"
"Near Newcastle..." I don't know if she's familiar with that, but she nods anyway. I feel awkward, having nearly drained everything I have to start a conversation. I decide to tune out and listen to some music. I'd rather have the window seat, with the wall to lean on, but she has it. I look to the empty seat to my right and a teenage Goth girl drifts silently into it. She does not say anything at all, already lost in her own music. She looks off into the distance and I study her up and down. She is wearing a black skirt which barely covers her legs. One leg is folded over the other, exposing even more flesh, which my eyes gobble up.
"At least try to not be obvious!" I turn to face Alex who looks angry, yet happy at the same time. I feel something short of shame, but I'm not sure if it's because I was obviously oggling her, or because I didn't get to look longer.
The plane rolls down the runway and we are soon in the air. The arm-rest is not yet raised, and the female Alex's legs are close to my idle hand. I feel the urge to cop-a-feel, but I would be caught so easily, that it is probably not worth it.
I become absorbed in a song and unwittingly scream out the chorus. My eyes widen and I look to my left, where Alex is staring at me.
"You aren't the counterweight!" She says jokingly. Yep, I screamed out loud...
"Sorry."
"Nah, I don't care!" She waves the issue aside and plays with her long black hair. In the first few minutes of boredom, I take inventory of what she is wearing. She has a white top and judging from the pink strap coming out from underneath, I deduce the colour of her bra. She wears a plaid skirt, making her look like a schoolgirl. (I like them! There may be a reason though...they are my age after all! It's not like I'm a creep!) Before she notices me spying on her, I look up towards the front, where a film is about to be played.
I decide the movie is a perfect distraction to stop an awkward silence, and to keep my wandering gaze away from my fellow passengers. A sexual assault charge would not go down well...
The title rolls onto the screen and I immediately know it's going to be shit, because the trio of girls from the lounge all cheer. It's Twilight. I feel like spitting on the people who actually enjoy this, and I begin having homicidal thoughts about the creators of this cursed series. While I imagine the author of the books being fed into a mulcher, I hear someone's voice.
"Would you like anything to drink?" It's a steward. He looks campy.
"Coffee." I answer quickly. "Cappuccino, two sugars, chocolate on top." There, I answered all of his questions before they were even asked. He walks off and I lay back in the seat.
"Do you drink coffee?" It's the Goth girl this time. She looks at me and I notice the heavy rings of eyeliner that adorn her face.
"Yeah." I answer simply.
"Gross. I thought you'd be cool because I could hear your Ipod..." She sounds disappointed.
I ignore her and look at the movie. A pathetic-looking boy with skin whiter than a sheet and a soft face transforms into a vampire, and by that, I mean, he grows little pussy fangs. He does not look scary or aggressive or anything. He's the worst vampire to ever be put in a movie, but the gaggle of moronic swans...I mean girls...squeal as he enters.
"Don't tell me you're watching that!" The Goth girl asks incredulously.
I laugh. "No! That's the worst piece of shit to ever be called a movie. Vampires are supposed to be evil, not gay!"
The Goth girl grins. "Maybe you are less stupid than I thought."
"Maybe..." I lean back in the chair.
"Oh...he's so cool!" One of the stupid girls calls out. I suddenly can't wait for my coffee, so that I can scald the tainted female. I become so bored that sleep takes over with an hour.
*****
KARAKURA AIRPORT
I don't know how many hours have passed, but there is a nice feeling in my left hand. I look over at the female Alex dazedly and almost scream when I see my hand is under her skirt. I, almost regretfully, withdraw it before she wakes and I act non-chalant. Thankfully, she does not notice. I sigh in relief. The plane seems to have stopped moving. People are getting off. I look around and realise we have landed. I shake Alex by the shoulder and wake her up. The Goth girl is already gone. We get off the plane and say a short goodbye, as if we are life-long friends, splitting up after a long time together.
I walk off into the terminal and take out a piece of paper in the pockets of my camo-shorts. I read the name and address and walk around looking for a cab. I overhear Japanese people conversing in their own language. I pick out a few words I learnt from watching animes. I find a cab with a driver sleeping in his seat. I knock on the window and he jumps, startled. He looks like he's having a heart-attack, or something similar.
I open the door and get inside. I show him the paper with the places address. He nods and starts up the car. We drive in silence for the whole trip. I assume it's because he can't speak English. He drops me off outside the apartment building and says something in Japanese. I haven't the faintest clue what it was, but still, I say, "Hai!" and wave. I step into the front room. A girl with chestnut brown hair waves at me and cheers something in Japanese.
My blank expression reveals my confusion. "Oh sorry. I thought you spoke Japanese. I'm Orihime."
"Alex."
"I own the apartment next to yours...so I guess we're neighbours." She is wearing a schoolgirl's uniform and I take particular notice of her large breasts. She only looks my age, but has developed further than a woman in her twenties. I stray my eyes away from her chest and look at her face. Her eyes are a dull colour, almost grey.
"So, um...do you go to the local high school?" I ask.
"Yeah! You'll be going there too! You can meet Ichigo!" She is even more cheery than the girl I met in the airport.
"Who's that?" I ask.
"Oh, he's this really nice guy I know...I sort of have a crush on him, but I think he's into another girl."
I make a sad face, despite the confusion over who she's hopelessly falling for.
"Will you be staying here long?" Orihime asks, bending over in a way I can't ignore.
"Well, I bought the place...and um..." I'm not looking at her face anymore. "...I have...lot...of...mammary- Uh money!" I go red in the face at my stupid slip. "It's hot in here."
"Oh, I'll open a window then." She walks over to a high window. I can already guess what's going to happen, thanks to my perverted mind. As she get's on her tip-toes and reaches higher, her skirt lifts enough to reveal her panties. I feel my eyes widen, almost popping out. I like my new neighbour...I can't wait to get to school!!
She shows me to my room and hands me the key. I twist it in the lock and stare at the dusty room inside.
"This room's been empty for a while...you may have to dust it first."
"I will..." I run a hand over the grey coffee table and create a dark reddish brown line. I blow on it and reveal the dark timber beneath. I turn around and Orihime is gone. Seconds later, she comes back with a blue feather duster. I take it form her extended hand and begins to dust the couch and tables. I wipe the TV screen with my finger and the tip becomes black. Orihime brings another duster and starts off on the opposite side of the room. She forces small talk while we work.
"What's Australia like? Do you have kangaroos?"
I almost laugh but stop myself before saying. "Yes. We ride them to school."
"REALLY?!!" She claps excitedly. "That's so awesome!!"
"Yeah, it is..." I mutter.
"You sound tired." She says sympathetically.
"Yeah...I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday." I wipe my weary eyes and feel crust come away. "I just want to lie down and rest!" I drop the duster and give up.
Orihime looks sad, I feel sorry for her, feeling sorry for me (it sounds retarded, but think about it.)
"You can sleep in my apartment tonight." She suggests. I almost collapse. My luck seems to be improving.
"I don't want to be a hassle." I say, expecting the reverse psychology to work.
"It won't be!" It does work. "You can go rest and I'll try and fix this up a bit." She hands me the key to her apartment and I drag myself there. I collapse onto her couch and turn on the TV. I cycle through several channels until I find an anime. I sit and watch Hellsing for an hour, before Orihime returns.
"You hungry?"
"Yeah, famished." I respond. I almost regret it. I'm an incredibly fussy eater.
Orihime digs through her pantry taking out a bunch of fruits and vegetables. I groan and rise to my feet.
"Um...I...don't really eat much of that stuff. Do you have any meat?" I feel silly, not accepting her first choice of a meal, but she seems very nice. She opens the fridge and takes out a few sausages and some bacon. I grin broadly. I feel at home now. "We Aussies love snags. It's pretty much a delicacy in our country."
"They are nice." She says, popping them in the pan. "I hear you Australians love barbeques, we don't have them."
"They are the bogans oven." I say. She doesn't understand the joke, so I explain it to her. She then nods and makes a small laugh. "So...I might get some sleep early. Could I have a blanket for the couch?"
"What? I thought you were going to sleep in the bed?" Orihime says, nearly shocked by my words.
"Oh, I thought you were gonna sleep there."
"I am."
"I'm confused." I mutter. Orihime giggles. I'm beginning to like her laugh. It's rather sweet.
"Sleeping in bed with someone doesn't mean that much to us. You're country must be different."
"Uh-huh." I nod slowly.
"You get in the bed and I'll bring it to you." She sounds like a mother...or a waitress, which is great because I'm incredibly lazy. I retire to her bedroom and study the flower-print covers. I get in and instantly feel more tired.
Soon enough, she approaches me with a small tray. Sausage 'sangers' are arranged neatly. I tuck into them and devour them ravenously. I finish faster than Kobayashi when he eats hot dogs.
"I'm pretty tired too. Anyway, we have to wake up early for school." I wipe sauce from my lower lip and look up to Orihime who is undressing right in front of me. I make no attempt to stop her, or to stop looking. Somehow, she doesn't see my blatant gawking. She slides under the covers, close to me, since it is only a single. I feel her warmth and tingles run through my body. I cross my legs to hide what lurks beneath. I cannot sleep at all...only smile.
I love Japan!!
So that's it, the first chapter. You now know I am a perverted metalhead who has homicidal thoughts about people I hate...But I am still a good person!! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that. The next few chapters won't be as perverted as this one...hopefully. Please review, I want to know what you think of it!