AN: Hello to the people who decided to pay attention to this! Okay well . . . this is my second story for bleach, the idea for this actually came to me very randomly while I was watching American Pie: Band Camp for the . . . 10th time this year . . . I think . . . chuckles. Anyway . . . yeah . . . it's also my first AU fic so apologies to my mistakes (yeah, there's gonna be a lot, I'm telling you now). R&R . . . please?
Disclaimer: Me!? Oh please . . . No waay, Kubo-san still owns bleach . . .
The heart was made to be broken
- Oscar Wilde
A petite black haired teenage girl walked down a mysteriously empty hallway of the West Wing of Karakura High School. Her footsteps, quick and hard against the stone floor, echoed throughout the whole deserted hallway.
As the girl quickly stride across the hall, the posture of her back was straight and frigid, in a strict manner, unlike the normal hunched figure of girls her age; her eyes were hooded by her bangs, making a somewhat dark shadow over her face, and blocking her eyes from any possible eye contact. Her arms swayed fluidly as her body moved, both of her hands were balled into tight fists, so tight that the color in them seemed to have faded only to be replaced by a pale, ghostly color.
As she desperately tried to stop herself from breaking down, she tightened her fists even more, especially her right hand. The soft cloth against her hand flared her emotions deep inside of her and so, breaking through her wall of concentration.
She stopped, took a long deep breath, thinking that it could stop the raging emotions within her. Unfortunately, they didn't work at all and so, her emotions kept on going and going, ramming itself against her slowly crumbling stable self. She tried desperately to remain calm, breaking down somewhere not private, in a school, is definitely not a good thing. Her emotions finally took its peak and her wall of stabilization crumbled. She slammed her back against the nearest wall and let the emotions out. Tears immediately started to stream down her already flushed cheeks, finally breaking through. She desperately tried to push the tears away from her face but they stubbornly kept continued to leak out.
Damnit! Stop! Stop crying! STOP!!
She slammed her back against the wall over and over again in frustration and also trying to push the sadness away. The cold wall felt good against her clothed skin, but the pain, however, mixed with the pain that she was already feeling and, instead of making her feel better, thus making her sob even more. Her small shaking body slowly started to slide down against the wall and in seconds, she found herself sitting with her head between her bent knees.
She felt the cloth that was encased in her right hand once again and suddenly ceased crying.
"Here," holding the handkerchief out to her. "Take it."
His voice was barely audible and low, a chilling coldness can also be heard within his voice.
She didn't say anything and instead stayed silent, standing still in front of him with hooded eyes.
'Bastard . . . not even a sorry . . .'
Suddenly, his other hand that wasn't holding the hankie reached out and took hold of her hand. An imaginary electricity passed throughout her body due to the sudden contact and instead of holding the other hand back, she quickly snapped her hand away and then smacked him.
His head stayed still for a moment, his eyes were shut tight, and not wanting for her to see the pain in his betrayed eyes would show. A large red spot, somewhat in shape of a hand, started to appear on his cheek, soaking up all the pain. She expected a retort back from him but instead he remained silent with his eyes closed.
"H – how DARE you t – touch me." She stammered, her voice full of disgust and anger.
Still, no response.
She was about to say something back but he suddenly moved, his eyes hooded by his hair, and reached out for her hand, just like before, and then stuffed the hankie in between her tightly closed fingers.
She shivered at the contact but didn't do anything drastic.
"You'll need it." His voice was full of pain and, once again, coldness.
"I . . ." Her voice faded.
She suddenly remembered that he was still clutching her hand, she quickly snatched it away and fled from the room they were in. Not once looking back.
She gritted her teeth hard as she remembered what happened as the tears started to leak out of her eyes once again. Anger flared up deep within her but she continued on sobbing, letting it out with tears instead of rash movements.
He knew . . . he knew this would happen . . .
She clutched the hankie in her right hand even tighter. She continued on sobbing and sobbing, but not once did she use the hankie to wipe her tears away.
"I . . . I hate you." She stuttered out loud.
"H – how DARE you t – touch me."
Her last words echoed throughout his head, etching themselves into his memory. He could hear the disgust in her voice, clear and obvious. Pain was also in there, pain that he inflicted on her, pain that he promised he would never put on her.
I didn't mean to . . . I swear I didn't.
He stood still after she left, running out of the room. He felt his heart being crushed when she fled, he wanted to run after her and say sorry but he didn't . . . no, more like he couldn't. His hand slowly dropped down next to him, he could still feel her skin against his hand, soft and smooth.
His lips formed a sad smile as the thought of all the moments they shared with each other, her small, smooth hand in his.
I guess I'll never feel those hands anymore . . .
He slowly walked to the door and opened it not stepping out, instead, he peered out. He looked left and right and saw no one and then stepped out. He was about to turn around a corner when he heard loud sobs. He stopped dead on his tracks and peered to see who was crying.
His eyes widened while he felt his heart being crushed once again. He saw her tiny form huddled against a wall with her head in between her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. His eyes noticed his hankie in her right hand, and by the looks of it, she was holding it tightly. She kept on pushing her back against the wall, inflicting pain on purpose. He flinched as he heard a soft thud as her back hit the wall once again, it was like he was in her body, also feeling the pain.
He took a step forward and was about to run to her, cradle her small frame in his arms and apologize to her over and over again, kiss her frantically and try to push the pain that he inflicted onto her, when he heard a barely audible whisper from her but somehow reached his ears.
". . . I hate you."
He froze as he heard the words, stopping him dead on his tracks. He felt his heart being ripped in half as the words felt like arrows piercing through his already broken heart.
Memories flashed through his head. Happy moments with her, her warm embrace around his body, her heartwarming laugh echoing in her ears, her hand entwined with his.
"I love you . . ."
"I'll never hate you . . ."
He gripped his hair as he heard her voice again. The pain was too much to bear.
A sudden darkness then,
"I hate you."
His grip tightened even more. She didn't know it but hell, she was killing him, slowly and mercilessly. But he knows deep down inside him that it was his fault that he was feeling this pain.
He deserved the pain.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry . . .
He apologized in his head over and over again but her lulling voice and kind words continued on tormenting him.
Her loud sobs suddenly reached his ears, finally snapping him out of his daze and quickly straightened himself. He took one last look at her huddled body, turned around and walked away.
"I still love you." He murmured darkly.
AN: Phew, okay so yeah. That was the first chapter, how was it? Honestly, I think that was very OOC but what do you guys think?? Soo tell me by reviewing oookays? Now I gotta update Late so yeah, please read that too (if you aren't reading it already)! Sayonara for now!
