Disclaimer: The authoress does not own Bleach nor any of its characters.
Creases grew on grayish-blue sheets as the figure within them tossed and turned… Cold sweat rolled down the tanned and muscular skin… Fists clenched on the comforters… An expression of discomfort clearly on the handsome and decidedly boyish face, strands of ice-blue hair sticking onto the sweat-covered features…
He was in a deserted area… A blanket of blinding white enveloped everything around him… Cerulean eyes blinked in confusion as they gazed at himself and saw that even his clothes were drained of color, and as far as he could see the only exceptions to the grayish-white monochrome was his own tanned skin… Where in the hell?
'You…'
A voice… A foreign voice echoed around him, startling the teen… He whisked around; nothing behind him… He looked left and right… still nothing… What in the-
'What are you… doing here…?'
The same voice asked, the emotionless but definitely masculine tone reverberating…
"Who the fuck is there? Show yourself!" the tanned teen demanded, his fists clenching, ready to strike.
A strong gust of wind suddenly blew, the white blanket, which he now identified to be sand, whirled around and created some kind of twirling smoke… And then… a figure appeared… At first, it was covered by the swirling dust particles but those eventually cleared out, revealing a pale teen standing in its midst… Black hair, cool green eyes, porcelain white skin, wearing a plain combination of white shirt and pants…
'You are…' the other guy's lips moved in pattern with the echoing words. The expression on his rather impassive-looking face showed the slightest bit of disbelief.
Cerulean eyes widened… He could suddenly hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears… What…? Was it fear? No… There was some sort of twisted familiarity… "Who are you?" he asked, albeit surprised at hearing his own voice echo; his clenched hands gradually relaxing when he realized the guy wasn't exactly any sort of threat to him.
The pale guy's expression turned to surprise all of a sudden… His cool green eyes widening with a mixture of sadness and shock, his small mouth dropping agape… As quick as it appeared, it had gone… The guy appeared indifferent once again… 'I see', he murmured as though coming to a conclusion…
"What?"
'…Nothing…'
The wind suddenly became forceful, bringing about another bout of a sandstorm… The blinding white sand surrounding the black-haired enigma once again…
"Hey! Where are you going?! I'm not done with-" he tried earnestly to see through the swirls of sand but it was to no avail…
The clouds of sand then subsided and he found himself alone once again…
"-you!" Dark pupils dilated and the sound of raspy breathing filled the small room. The muscled figure arose from the bed, sitting up with his hands still clutching the covers way too tightly.
A dream, he realized as he made a quick glance of his surroundings and realized that he was in his dorm room. Crouching low, the teen placed both his elbows on his lap and supported his head with both hands. A shuddering sigh escaped chapped lips; eyelids shut tight, a cold voice reverberating in his ears…
'You…'
He could still see those impossibly green eyes staring back at him unblinkingly…
'What are you… doing here…?'
Soft ebony black hair swaying in the wind… Deathly pale skin not much of a contrast against the sand all around…
"Damn…" the muscular figure grit out as his hands raked back his hair, the ice-blue locks kept back by the sweat that seemed to coat even his scalp.
The air conditioning unit giving no such help in calming down the teen, seeing as it was turned on and what it gave out was nothing less than chilling. Grunting well-chosen curse words, he gathered the comforters around him, using the blankets in wiping the cold sweat from his face. Blinking blearily at the digital alarm clock up on his wall, he realized that he only had an hour before school begins… As if on cue, three loud knocks resounded from his door, located at the far end of the wall opposite the double-decked bed that he occupied.
"Grimmjaw!" a voice called from the other side of the wooden door. "It's six-thirty already! Get up or we'll be late!"
"I'm awake, goddamit! You don't have to scream, Il Forte!!" the sole teen in the room retorted, knowing full well of his friend's habit of being the local alarm clock in their dorm. Scratching his head and yawning, the one called Grimmjaw got out of his bed and stretched. Seriously, the only time he got up early and it was because of some stupid shitty dream…
Leaving his bed unmade, the teen grabbed a royal blue towel from his closet and marched out of the room.
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"Oh, for the love of-! Szayel, get your prissy ass out of there! You're hogging the showers again!" came the not-so-unexpected complaint from down the hall.
"Hah! Like you have any right to say that! You took twenty minutes yesterday, you insufferable git!" the affronted retort was heard loud and clear even with a solid door closed in on the speaker.
"Shut it you two!" was the order from a tall sleepy-looking teen making his way down the stairs at the opposite end of the corridor, his left hand covering his mouth as he let out a rather large yawn.
A blur of gray and absinthe rushed past the stairs, screaming something along the lines of "What's for breakfast? What's for breakfast?"
"Hn… There's an examination on Trigonometry today, I believe…" rambled another teen; a towel draped on his still-damp hair, oriental eyes read from sheets of paper as he entered a door, pretty much ignoring everyone else.
Grimmjaw couldn't help but roll his eyes at what he dared to name as the daily routine in his dorm… Honestly, what else can he expect from an all-boys dormitory? Closing the door behind him, the towel slung over his left shoulder, the cerulean-eyed figure made his way downstairs to where the dining area-slash-kitchen was located.
The dining room was a moderately sized room (about two of the dorm rooms put together at least), it housed a long rectangular table with about twelve seats, a huge refrigerator, an equally huge storage cabinet, a sink, and a counter on the corners. Despite the scarcity of furniture in the room, there was barely space to move around it at the moment… The room not exactly filled but a hell lot of people were currently occupying the said area, each wanting to have some breakfast before heading to school, so yeah… Grimmjaw decided to just get his morning coffee and stalked off to the adjoining living room to have a bit of peace…
"…Late last evening-" the solemn voice of a guy drifted around the room, which was considerably dark in contrast to the sunrise outside; the curtains drawn together not letting a single ray of sunlight venture into the room… The light from the fluorescent lamp from the adjoining dining room not reaching more than a meter into the room from the doorway.
The ice-blue haired teen encountered the tall teen from before lounging on the couch… asleep… with the TV on.
"-witnesses claim that the ten-wheeler-"
Rolling his eyes, Grimmjaw took the seat adjacent to the occupied couch, sipping on his mug of coffee; picking up the remote control from the coffee table, which was placed conveniently in front of the couch. Giving a highly disinterested look at the television screen, it came to him that the channel was set on the local morning news program… Some news anchor appeared to be reporting from some white building… A mental ward? A hospital? He didn't exactly give a shit.
"-unfortunate accident has befallen the illustrious Schiff-"
'Tsch, who gives a shit?' the cerulean-eyed teen thought before carelessly changing the channel.
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At six minutes past seven, Grimmjaw was already suited up and all but ready to go to school… This was one good reason to hate Mondays… Ruffling up his hair a bit, the muscular teen grinned at his reflection in the mirror… Badass… just the way he liked it…
Pocketing the necessary items (his room keys, wallet, cellphone, and a ball pen), the muscular teen strode out the doors. His "posse", for the lack of a better term, awaiting him, like always, at the dormitory's front steps. School was just a ten-minute walk from their place, so they weren't in much of a hurry.
It was the middle of November, the chilly air hung around them like a blanket of ice as the six of them took their time in getting to the Academy… The trees were bare and a small settlement of snow had paid homage to most of the trees' empty branches, not to mention the ground itself. At the sight of the immaculately white snow, a certain blue-haired teen couldn't help but be reminded of the earlier events of the day…
The conversation of the other five pushed away at the back of his mind as he recalled the dream that he had… Why was he so bothered anyway? Well, okay, it wasn't every day that little shits come into his dreams and speak to him like crap… Still… Who was that fucking kid who dared show up in his sleep?! Seriously… The guy creeped him out… With the deathly gray/white skin and all… Not to mention that that kid… okay, the guy seemed to be more of a teen his age, or maybe even younger, but he was definitely in his teens… Moving on. How come he just can't shake off the vibe… creepy vibe, if you may… that he kinda sorta knew the guy… Well, the guy certainly seemed to know him, in one way or another…
So who in the flaming damned hell was he?!
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A/N: First time to write anything on Bleach… I know this is too effin' short but it's kinda like an intro anyway… So should I continue?