...what? dont lookit me like that! i'm not evil! just demented is all.
warnings- um...spoilers, hints at character death, ooc.
reasons- i dunno...
rating- T
pairings- kinda onesided hanatarou/ichigo
summary- hanatarou is just a normal bullied nerdy teen. that is except for bazar dreams and flashbacks
of a world that cant be, and people that are not real. atleast, he thinks they arent.
disclaimer- i dont own bleach...but i do own a bottle of the stuff! want it??
yeah, its probably my worst attempt at fanfiction ever, but eh, i wanna write it ne. read on, point out problems, and dont flame me to badly please.
It was noisy as usual in the hallways of Hanatarou's recently enrolled high school. The sound of loud chitter chatter and banging lockers was the only thing loud enough to be heard over gossiping girls and idiotic teens talking about a recent football game or a new girlfriend. The small teen navigated carefully through the throng of teens, making sure not to draw attention to himself lest anyone actually notice him. The only time people noticed him was either to get help with homework, or prank/bully him. The homework he didn't mind, as he liked to be useful to people. It gave him a chance to briefly fit in. But the pranking and bullying were two things he didn't exactly enjoy. Not the wedgies from when he was younger, the still going water balloons, nor the other random things such as having his things stolen then finding the in bathroom stalls or only flagpoles and statues. Sometimes he was even subject to wet willies and woopy cushions, or even being pick pocketed if they knew he had money. They, being the entire student body that he vaguely knew of. And today wasn't exactly his favorite day either...
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
The first thing Hana felt was a rubber feeling as he turned around, then a stinging pain in his eyes as water flooded them and pieces of balloon splattered. A miserable scowl painted his face as the small teen watched a boy he barely knew ran off laughing. The laughter was followed by more laughter and that was followed by other various comments and even a few rubber bands hitting him. With a sigh Hanatarou simply walked away, ignoring everyone the best he could. This happened every year...why? Because a cheery voice answered in his head, its not only his birthday, but April Fools day. He was picked on enough on a daily basis, but now people could do it in the form of "friendly" pranks. Not that it was hard to prank him, but still.
As he walked down the hall towards the bathrooms, Hanatarou could hear people whisper around him. He blocked it out the best he could, figuring the less he thought about it, the less it'd hurt. He sighed and hung his head miserably, why wouldn't they leave him alone? Couldn't they see he was a normal human being just like everybody else? It hurt. Because no matter what, they never gave him a chance to show who he was, and they made false assumptions about him. Why wouldn't they let him be and treat him slightly nicer? He often thought about it, and every time he did he felt rage boil in him. But...its not like he could do anything. Hanatarou knew very well that the other students could easily break him in half as he was skinny like a stick. He sighed once more and lifted a hand to pull off a piece of balloon that had made its home in his soaked raven hair. Thats right...he was wimpy and generally just not liked, and he had to deal with it silently.
About halfway down the hall the small teen found he had to once again squeeze between a crowd to get through, and did so easily. Once he was almost outside the throng of people he felt a foot trip him, sending him fall face first towards the ground. At the very last second hana regained his footing, tipping slightly forward before he stood up straight and began to walk away. He felt a shoulder connect with his own briefly and a voice filled his suddenly pounding ears.
"Sorry."
It was a simple word, but it made the blood in him suddenly swirl about, his vision suddenly go blurry and his head light. Hanatarou felt like he couldn't breathe in enough air and his bones felt as if they were jelly. With a solid thud he fell forward onto his face, eyes shutting as he passed out. The boy he had bumped into spun around quickly when he heard the boy fall over. A look of shock crossed the teens face before he began to panic. He looked around to see if anyone had seen the boy fall over before turning back to the uncouncious teen on the floor. Swallowing the teen quickly scooped up Hanatarou into his arms like a bride and hurried down the thinning hallway.
Images flew through his pounding head, blurs of orange and brown and whitish tan and black rushed over him quickly, finally starting to come together after a moment. They formed a narrow face, annoyed eyes and bushy hair, though everything was smudged beyond nonrecognition. He tried to squint to see better, but his vision suddenly went black and he heard a voice. A familiar voice that he couldn't fit a face to.
Sitting up quickly, Hanatarou felt sweat covering his body, and his wide eyes were unfocused for a few seconds. After blinking a few times he glanced around warily, scanning for the blur of colors from just a few minutes ago. He found only a startled teen sitting in a metal chair next to him.
"Um...good morning?" The teen tried, adding slight humor to his tone.
Hanatarou blinked a few seconds, trying to figure out what was going on. The boy next to him ran a hand through his orangish hair and sighed before letting an annoyed look settle on his face.
"What? No thanks?"
Hana narrowed his eyes in slight confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. Well, he was in a white room, in a bed and apparently the nurses office. So...why was he here? Memories of his fall came back, the flashes going through his mind as he had hyperventilated. Ah ha! He was so caught up in his thoughts he almost forgot about the boy next to him. He frowned before letting a weak smile grace his features.
"Oh, sorry, I was thinking. Thank you for helping me, I...no ones ever done that before." He replied, a thin blush covering his face.
The teen let his face soften some, "Your welcome..." He paused.
"Hanatarou."
The boy made a face at the name, "Thats kinda hard to remember..."
Hana frowned, "How so?"
"Just is..."
A silence hung in the air, making both boys fidget. The door opened and a girl walked in, obviously a assistant to the nurse(obvious by her black uniform)her raven hair tied in a braid. She walked calmly over towards Hanatarou and glanced at the boy next to the bed.
"The nurse sent me in to ask if you'd like to go home for the day. If yes, you may call for a ride home." She said in a monotone voice, no emotion in her tone.
A look of disappointment crossed Hanatarou's pale face, "I'd like to, but I have no way to get home."
"Excuse me, but I could drive you home if you'd like." The teen suddenly butted in.
Relief washed over the small raven haired boy's face and he felt a slim feeling of joy. Someone, a total stranger, had not only might have saved him, but was going to drive him home? He felt a smile cover his lips, and he felt...happy. Maybe they might be friends later on? Okay, Hana thought, now your getting ahead of yourself. Besides, this was probably just a cruel joke anyway. Why would anyone risk ruining their titles by talking to him? Suddenly that happy feeling drained from him, and he felt his smile slip away, only to be replaced by his all to common frown.
"No...I dont want to bug you. I can walk." He murmured quietly.
The teen frowned and opened his mouth to say something when the assistant began to walk to the phone across the room on a small desk. She flipped through the nearby phone book, stopped and held a finger to a number and lifted the phone from its cradle. The two boys watched curiously as she dialed the phone and waited for someone to answer. After a few moments a faint voice could be heard.
"Hello, I'm calling because your child is being driven home by a friend of his. He had an episode of some sort, just so you know."
Hanatarou was about to object when the girl shot him a look. One that clearly said 'shut up' to which he couldn't say anything to. The teen nearby blinked and glanced at the smaller teen, suddenly feeling slightly guilty. As the phone call ended the girl began to dial another number, one that both boys knew fairly well. After a few minutes the girl turned to them and walked over to Hanatarou, handing him a yellow hall pass.
"Go collect your things, be back here in five minutes."
The small boy plucked the note from the girls fingers and moved to get up, standing up and walking past the taller teen silently, as if depressed.
About ten minutes later found Hanatarou in the passenger seat of the taller teens car, speeding off towards his house. Now Hanatarou had been in cars tons of times, but he had never driven one. That didn't mean he didn't want to though. He watched as the orangish haired teen drove smoothly in envy. He himself was only fourteen but the teen who was driving must have been seventeen at least from his looks. Briefly the boy glanced at him, examining him from the corner of his large eyes. He had bushy orangish blond hair and brownish colored eyes, high cheekbones and a narrow looking face. He was wearing a similar school uniform as Hana, only without the small patch that showed he was in junior high. Must be in high school then he thought. Then he remembered he didn't know his name.
"Um...excuse me for being rude but...what was your name?" Hana asked sheepishly.
The teen blinked a few times before glancing at the small boy, "Oh, sorry. Never told ya did I? I'm Ichigo, Ichigo Kurosaki."
"Ichi...go." He murmured, getting a taste for the name. It was easy enough to remember, simple enough as well.
A few moments of silence passed by before Ichigo decided to say something. "Oi,"
Hanatarou looked up at him and blinked, "Hmm?"
"Why'd you pass out before?" He asked slowly, as if expecting a long a complicated illness.
A frown crossed the younger teens face, "...I, really dont know to be honest."
The confused look on Ichigo's face told him that the older boy was confused. He elaborated on it, "Well, you see...I guess I had some bizarre attack. Its never happened before..."
The orangish blond teen nodded in understanding with a "Ah" before becoming quiet once more. A few minutes went by broken only by occasional quick spoken directions, and Hanatarou found he liked this boy's presence. It was...calm? Perhaps, but it wasn't quite that though. It was like waves of calming energy were consuming him, like waves in an ocean. That described it he mussed. Like an ocean. He liked the feeling he got from it, like he could fall asleep. When the car stopped in front of a large white old house, he found that he was disappointed. Outside the door of Hanatarou's home stood an old lady, in at least her sixties waiting anxiously for him.
"Well, this is it right?" Ichigo asked.
Hana nodded, confirming this and began to open the car door before remembering to say thank you.
"Thank you very much for everything...you probably had to drag me to the nurse, and then you drove me home...Thank you." he said quietly, but loud enough to be heard.
The older teen waved his hand dismissively, "You weren't heavy at all. And its no real problem. I got to skip a class at least." He replied with a grin.
A small smile spread over Hanatarou's face as he began to leave the car, a small blush spread over his pale face. "Well, thank you again. Bye for now?"
"For now." Ichigo complied with a nod.
The lady called out to Hana and the boy sighed and closed the door. He heard the car begin to move and he turned and waved one last time to the teen as he sped away.
An hour later found Hanatarou laying on his bed tiredly, gazing up at the blank white ceiling dully. He had been stuffed full of food and a long lecture by his grandma, who he lived with. She was over protective and she was the one who pushed him to study to become a doctor. Not that he didn't want to be one, after all, he excelled in anything that had to do with a human body and it was a good paying job, so really it was a good idea. He laid there, wondering if he'd ever see Ichigo again. Probably not, as when you meet someone you like, its rare you'll ever meet them again. So really, it was useless to hope to see the older male again.
That didn't lessen the pained feeling he felt. He had felt like this before, and he knew how it felt to know he'd never see person again. But again, it didn't make him feel better about it. Actually it made him feel ill, because this was the first time he had ever truly felt a connection between himself and another person. He...he wanted to see Ichigo again! Hanatarou frowned helplessly and rolled over onto his side, hoping that maybe he'd just fall asleep. Perhaps he might dream about someone else tonight. He'd never tell anybody, but after he turned twelve he began to dream of people and places...places so beautiful, yet so fearful to him for some reason. He could always see the same people in his dreams, always. Sometimes they picked on him, sometimes if he were lucky they would offer a compliment.
He couldn't really place a name to faces, but over the years, they began to earn names and titles. Like that one lady, the one they always called "Isane-san" was a good example. He just learned her name a few weeks ago. Then there were others such as a man called Kuchiki Byakuya, and Hitsugaya Toushiro that he could almost clearly see when awake. Lately, meaning just two days ago, he'd been seeing images of strange beings and people in his dreams. The people were an odd bunch, not anything like one might think. There was a boy with glasses, a girl with exceptionally large breasts, a weird man, and a girl in pink hair and just recently a boy with oddly orangish hair. He couldn't discern much, only notable things, and he didn't know their names, place, or even who they were to him. But he knew they were important. So he usually looked forward to sleep, not for the energy he gained from it, but for the adventures he had. Nothing was as wonderful as the feeling of seeing a totally new world, a totally new part of that world every day. It was great for him, and really it was all that got Hana through the years since he entered middle school.
As a matter of fact, he thought happily, he felt rather sleepy right now...
Ichigo had just arrived back at school when it began to rain lightly, sprinkling him with its shining drops. He blinked and looked up at the sky in confusion. It wasn't supposed to rain today...he noted.
Hanatarou blinked his sleepy eyes open tiredly, seeing a dark sky outside his large window. He blinked a few times in confusion before sitting up, squinting at the window to see outside. He could see a barely visible form outside, around his school. He blinked and stood, walking towards the window with slow steps, and leaned over his computer desk to look outside. Hana continued to squint and saw that whatever it was, it was almost as tall as his two story house. It was no more than a blurry area of sky, as if looking through a strong heat, but he could tell there was something there. Something...
Suddenly an image flashed through his minds eye, an image of a monstrous creature with a white mask, and a insane mocking grin and a hole in its chest. He let the horrifying image float through his head, examining its features, and the little things he already knew from his dreams. A word drifted in his head, a word he knew very well, yet, for some reason couldn't think of. A word...or a name.
"A Hollow..." The boy whispered to himself, not out of fear, but to get a grasp on the way it was said. It wasn't said in Japanese, for some reason he felt the urge to say it in English, a language he didn't know very well.
A Hollow...he wanted to see this Hollow. This thing that suddenly drove a pang of fear through him as he thought of it. His granny wouldn't mind, she wouldn't know what he was going to look at, so the worst that would happen was that she'd force a coat with him. He forced himself to look away from the window and began to walk towards the stair case that led to the front door. The little black haired teen skipped steps as he hurried down the stairs, the desire to see the Hollow growing with each step. Half way towards the door his granny stopped him. She stood by the living room with her hands on her hips, giving him an annoyed look.
"Whats with all the banging?" She asked, her old age showed by her voice.
"Na gomen nasai Oba-san, I was just going out for a bit." The boy replied quickly, walking over to his sneakers.
The woman raised a gray eyebrow, " Oh? Its raining you know. You'll get sick."
Hana was already tying up his shoes by the time he said something in return, "I know, but I'll be quick."
"Well then, put this on. You dont need to get any sicker." She replied, tossing a cream colored jacket at Hanatarou.
The teen caught it with mild difficulty before slipping it on and opening the door, calling out "Bye Oba-san!" as he left. The school wasn't to far away, if he ran he might just get there in time to see this "Hollow" thing he kept seeing in his mind's eye.
Ichigo frowned when he felt the ground shake, and his cell phone go off in time with it. He reached inside his pocket and took out the small phone, opening it and looking at it before a look of slight horror crossed his face. A Hollow. And it was close, to close for comfort. The orange haired teen hurried over by the court yard and reached into his pocket, pulling out a badge. He could see the Hollow in the distance, and it'd be easy to kill this one if he acted quickly before anyone else became involved. He pressed the badge to his chest and activated it, throwing his Shinigami body from his gigai. Within seconds he ran as fast as he could towards the gigantic monster, hoping to get there quickly.
Hanatarou was half way into town when the ground began shaking, as if something was walking. He stopped abruptly as a giant crater appeared in front of him, and he felt an over powering grip being placed around his torso, lifting him from the ground and in the air. He gasped in shock, then horror as he began to see flickers of a mouth, full of razor sharp teeth and a white mask, grinning in a twisted mocking way at him. He let out a few gasps before screaming as he saw the entire monster suddenly appear and stay visible in front of him. The mouth was becoming clearer and clearer as it approached him, and the boy began to franticly struggle, writhing in the tight grip of what he now figured out was a hand. He was going to die...he was going to die!!
In a last ditch effort that somebody might save him, Hana screamed as loud as he possibly could, "Somebody HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!"
He squinted his tearing eyes closed tightly, whimpering as he felt wet air begin to caress his face. This was it, he was going to die, he thought. Oh, why did he have to go looking for this thing?! Just because something was telling him that he had to, just because he was curious, didn't mean he had to go find this monster! Just as he was sure he would die, he was dropped to the ground hard, blood suddenly smearing his face and body. He opened his eyes a peek, then blinked, fully opening them and looking towards the Hollow. There stood...
Ichigo?
Hana blinked quickly, noting how the orange haired boy was wearing the black clothing from his dreams, and weilding...he gasped in shock. Ichigo was wielding the same sword as the boy in his dreams! What the?
"I-Ichigo??" Hanatarou called out from about five meters behind the teen.
Said teen flinched and ignored him, instead focusing on the matter at hand. The Hollow. A few strikes killed the thing quickly, and Ichigo found he was hardly out of breath. Another nervous, frightened call of his name came from behind him. The orange haired teen turned slowly, coming face to face with a bloody and shaking Hanatarou. He sighed and walked towards the younger boy, not bothering to put away his zanpakuto. Once he was about a foot away from the boy he crouched in front of him, and asked slowly.
"Can you see me?"
A nod from the black haired boy answered him, and he went on to ask another simple question. "Are you okay? Anything broken or the like?"
The boy opened his mouth to answer him, but stopped, his eyes darting behind Ichigo in horror. Ichigo frowned and turned just in time to block a large set of teeth from impaling him. Hana jumped up to his feet as he saw the giant Hollow attack Ichigo, and also much to both boy's displeasure he attracted the monster's attention. As soon as Ichigo noticed this he turned his head in horror.
"Run-!" He managed to get out before a huge clawed hand smacked him, sending him flying into a wall.
Hanatarou watched in sick fascination as Ichigo, his newly made friend(in his opinion) was sent flying into a cement wall, making a crater in it. He made to run over but he found himself in a similar state as Ichigo as he was smacked backwards, hitting the asphalt with a crack and a thud. He could hear loud smashing sounds as the Hollow walked towards him, and managed to open his eyes a crack, just in time to see the monster stop in front of him, its grin seeming to widen as it prepared to hit him with it powerful claws. He saw the hand move to swing at him, and closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the hand collide with his small and frail body. He waited for the blow, he waited and only opened his eyes when he heard a sickening squish and crack sound as the claws collided with something different then himself. Instead, the stood Ichigo with a claw or two in his shoulder, impaling him a little above his right lung and a third claw in his abdomen. Terror overcame Hana as he saw the boy quiver once before stabbing at the Hollow's shoulder.
"I-Ichi-Ichigo...?" He whispered, not wanting to believe his eyes.
Ichigo fell to his knees and coughed up blood, quivering in shock and pain. He stayed like that, and in a weak, watery voice spoke to Hanatarou. "Y-You idiot. Your still here? Well...i-if your stupid enough to not have run away yet..t-then maybe you'd be stupid enough to h-help me here..." He coughed, spitting out blood from his mouth.
Hana watched in horror as Ichigo turned a little to face him, a hand firmly closed over his bloody shoulder, where Hanatarou was sure a lung was pierced. He used his other hand to wave for the smaller boy to come closer. Hana did so almost without thinking, crawling the short distance to where the orange haired boy was. The older teen lifted his large zanpakuto up to face the raven haired boy, as if to impale him.
"Y-You wanna live kid?" Ichigo asked, straining to keep from falling over.
Hanatarou nodded, and Ichigo went on, "Then impale yourself through the heart with my sword...R-Rukia did this to me o-once, so I'm hoping it'll work on you." He finished, forgetting the fact that Hana didn't know Rukia.
The boy was to dazed and terrified to question the older boy's orders, and instead did as instructed. He grasped as far as he could to the hilt and, with Ichigo's help, drove the blade through himself. Nearby the Hollow was over with it's whimpering and was advancing on the two furiously, getting within twenty yards before a bright blue light burst from the two boys, temporarily blinding the Hollow. It blinked a few times, and when the light died down, let its grin drop to a scowl at the sight before it. There stood Hanatarou, in the black clothing that Ichigo had previously been wearing, with a smaller sword in his hands, nothing like the other zanpakuto.
Hanatarou blinked a few times in shock, amazement, and glee. He had dreamed of this...for so long, these clothes on him. He had dreamed of swords with powers, monsters that ate peoples souls and a world he was sure didn't exist.
But...here he was, ready to battle this soul eating monster, in these clothes, with a sword with powers...
So far this had been a rather exciting birthday...
TADA!!!!!!!!!!!!! wala, its finished!!! oh yeah oh yeah(dances around in circles) XDD i know, it sucked, and it made very little sense, and i TOTALLY stole the idea of the dream world from MAR and the whole sword thing from the first bleach episode. i didn't actually intend for this to happen, the ending, or the shinigami thing. i planned for it to happen later. buuuuuuuut, oh well. the thing where hanatarou passed out was because he had like a severe case of deja vu, just alot worse. to much shock on his body. also, this takes place a decade or so after the original bleach, and ichigo died so now, he is a REAL shinigami, with a gigai. hana died in soul society, how i wont tell yet, cause it'd ruin everything. also, the nurse assistant is nemu! cause nemu rocks XDD also, i think i should do all this ahead of time, sooo heres ya go! consider it a bonus.
character ages-
hanatarou: 14
ichigo: looks 17 but is older
rukia: looks 15 but is actually older.
renji- looks 18 but is older
toushiro- looks 13 but is older
mastumoto- looks 24 but is older
ukitake- looks around 28 but is older
any characters with the "but is older" thing are in gigais, and are only there after the next two chapters. hana is the only one who isn't dead! or a shinigami anymore since he died up in soul society, so he was reborn.
anyway, i know abit about hana's soul slayer, but not what it looks like, just its power. sooo, if you have a picture or know what it looks like, please tell me!!!
ja ne!