First story, review if you wish, if you don't like it, not my problem :)) I may switch point of views from time to time, but it will either be to narrator or a character to show other occurrences [that are important] to the story line.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
*~Graceful Melody~*
Fifty years.
Fifty long years, might I add.
I have been wandering this town throughout the freezing cold winters, the tourist attraction of a summer, and all the in-betweens; though I haven't thought to move on. Perhaps I can't.
When I was younger my mother told me this story about angels who come to take dead people to heaven. As I grew older my faith in that statement lessened. But now, a weird feeling in my gut told me that those angels not coming to me is the only reason why I'm still here. Then again, another feeling told me that something would be coming; soon.
I've never seen any other soul around town; so that only aided my belief in the fact that the angels missed me. Then again, it apparently is rare for deaths to occur here in Montauk, I guess it goes to show how one-in-a-million odds play out.
"Hey guys!" The day seemed so innocent, as was I, a 17-year-old girl in the 1960's.
A few friends of mine decided to hang out along the eastern most point in New York, big mistake.
"Graciela, over here!" They were in the shadow of the Montauk lighthouse, said shadow obscured their smirks.
"Alright Gracie, you're up, spin the bottle!" When it landed on my friend, Chris, he smiled at me. We walked over to the point hand in hand. Multiple 'awww's' were heard from my other friends; but Chris and I paid them no mind.
"So I heard that you like me?" I started, in a flirty manner.
"Oh really? Because I heard that you, like me," Chris said with a gorgeous smile.
"Ya know," we started to lean in towards each other. He placed his hands on the small of by back while I wrapped my arms around his neck. My gut twisted, this felt too familiar. But of course, with my naivety, I brushed it off as nervous butterflies.
"What?" He said in a whisper. Our foreheads now touched and he moved in even closer. So close, that our breathing mingled and created a slight wind passing by our mouths.
"You're going to be my first kiss," I said with a sweet smile.
"I'm sorry," he said before our lips could collide.
Before I knew it, I was falling through the air. Chris held a smug look on his face and when the rest of my group of friends came over; they all high fived him.
At once, Stacy and Lucille called, "Let's see how well you can swim, you're so good at everything else!" Venom dripped off of their every last word.
To put it lightly, my life flashed before my eyes on the long fall from the cliff into the seas. It was a short one and not very eventful, but I was strangely satisfied with the way it turned out. Again, the feeling in my gut showed itself; for some reason it made me relax and think that everything. Perhaps that's what cause me to feel so satisfied.
Then my thoughts drifted to my parents. My mom and dad were always there for me. Sure they struggled, but did what they could so that I was always happy. In truth, they were the best parents anyone could ever ask for. I shed a tear at the fact I had to leave them, I just wish I could have said goodbye.
I laid on the rocks for around an hour after that. My back broke and the excruciating pain rippled throughout my body. As all my blood soaked out, my mind began to reel. I kept thinking about why, why on Earth would my own friends betray me like so? Then it hit me.
Jealousy.
My friends did this because they were jealous of me.
To this day I still don't understand why they were, but that thought in the back of my head must have been what kept me bound to this spot. The simple fact of not understanding.
Years flew by and left me to wander around town aimlessly. Each year I watched yet another link on my chain erode; much like the cliffs of Montauk themselves.
Giving up on my trip down memory lane, some unknown force gave me the idea to walk into town; so I did. I always found it interesting to watch nightlife in Montauk.
Halfway there, just past the sign for Hither Hills, I heard the strangest noise. There was no other way to describe it but as if a zipper was forcibly ripped open. I turned my head to look for the source of the sound. When I would the source I stared in horror as the ugliest thing in my life crawledout. Slowly, the thing pulled out a leg one at a time. It was almost as if it was mocking me.
Thanks to my common sense, or lack thereof, I didn't bother moving. I was far too intrigued about the monster. Apparently, I intrigued it as well and when the thing laid its eyes upon me, it let out the loudest, shrillest, nails-on-chalkboard-ish screech I have ever heard.
Three words flashed through my mind, inhuman, scary, and some other force told me to run.
So I did just that.
*~Narrators Verse~*
'I wonder what's going on. It's nearly midnight and Yamamoto soutaicho called an emergency meeting. Could it be Aizen again?' Toshiro Hitsugaya thought to himself.
He used shunpo to speed towards the Squad One barracks as quickly as he could. Though this occurrence will prove to be more serious than any of the other taicho's or fukutaicho's had previously believed.
Yamamoto soutaicho basically barged through the doors, "all captains and lieutenants plus seats three through five report to the world of the living; immediately. Aizen, most likely, has sent over 1,000 hollows throughout the world. Unohana, if you would please remain in the vicinity of seireitei to heal any wounded that could be sent back. Any unseated members of the squads can be selected to help out Unohana. My squad will stay here incase Aizen's real intentions is too lure us away from seireitei. That leaves the remaining 11 squads to separate and move out. Squads, two, three and five head to the continent of Asia. Six and seven head to Europe, eight and nine to Africa, 10, 11 and 12 to the United States and squad 13 to South America. There are more hollows centralized around the east coast, west coast and major cities of the United States than the rest of the world. Those squads without taichos take seats three through six. Move out."
With the final word, all taichos went to the sekaimon gates for the predetermined destinations. The fukutaichos went to gather seats 3 to 5 and sent chosen unseated members to Unohana-taicho. All other members were left unaware, and most likely; still asleep.
Within five minutes seireitei was quiet, the consonance resonated off the walls and barriers. The serious mood and tension of the matter, however, never suppressed.
*~Graceful melody~*
I didn't scream for that would waste too much air. I just ran, afraid for the tourists and the possibility that they could get harmed in any way. I ran back towards where I came from but no matter how many side streets I took, or how many national parks or camp grounds I ran through; somehow, the thing managed to stay nearly 100 feet behind me at all times. Once I reached the lighthouse though, I realized it might be too late for me. So I did what any reasonable, scared out of their mind teenager would do; I threw stuff and screamed. I threw rocks, sticks, twigs; you name it. But all they did was pass through it and never inflicted any damage.
When it finally started to approach me, I glanced upwards at the full moon and stars. 'Now it's about time I joined the rest of the spirits up there.'
'Don't think like that!' My conscious screamed at me, 'you can get out of here, alive too~ Just call my name, I know you know it, just say it, say it~' She chanted.
'Okay you are definitely not my conscious.' I thought back.
'Course not, now why don't you show Mr. Big-tall- and gruesome what you can do?' She chided.
'Mr. Who-what-where?'
'Look child~' so I did.
In front of me, had to have been the tallest man I have ever seen. At least 6'5" though I couldn't be sure. But his height isn't the most intimidating thing about him; it's the fact he is wielding a giant sword, and attacking the thing that was chasing me!
"Look! Kenny's going to save you~" A pink haired girl chirped up. Apparently she has been sitting next to me the whole time.
I jumped, "Kenny…?"
'Say it!' I heard her call yet again, as a spark of realization hit me, hard.
"Bring upon the weight of the world, jūryoku!" The same feeling in my gut graced me with its presence, 'I know I've done this before.'
'Finally!' After that one word, a sword the length of my arm began to materialize above me head.
By now the thing was defeated by Kenny, 'course I was too amazed to realize. Kenny and pinky were too, they started at me with curious gazes; but I paid them no mind. When it finished materializing, I was able to see what it looks like.
It has a black hilt and a swirl of what looks like diamonds around the end of the hilt to the blade, in a milky way like design. There, some of the 'stars' spread out until there was nothing but the eerie, metallic white, glow surrounding the blade.
As gorgeous and pure as the blade is, I was immediately distracted by the fact of how much pressure I was really under. It seemingly radiated from Kenny, but the strange feeling told me that it was because of me as well.
I fell to my knees, the sword sheathed itself and attached around my waist in a light belt. The last thing I saw was Kenny's sadistic smile fade to a shocked one.
It all faded to black.