Bleached Metal

You may be thinking, what the f***, but I am a die hard metal head, as well as a bleach fan, and combining the two seems like a good idea. This is rated teen right now, but may change later on. For now, it's a comedy, but knowing me, it'll probably have violence in there eventually. Chapters will be short, and I'm assuming the story will only span a few chapters, but anyway...I hope you like it. Please read and review.

Track 1: Discovery

KARAKURA HIGH SCHOOL

~Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!~

Ichigo's head rocked back and forth rhythmically as the scream echoed on and on. He hadn't told anyone about his new taste in music, he thought it would destroy his reputation. His ears rang as the sustained screech stopped and a guitar solo followed. Ichigo grinned and lifted one arm, fingers twitching. His lowered hand performed imaginary strums.

"What...the...fuck?!" Someone said in an antagonising way. Ichigo yelped and spun on his heels to face a large kid. One who frequently tried to attack him, merely because of his hair...it seemed there was a new reason on the list. "You listening to your stupid Ipod again, huh piss-hair?!"

"Piss-hair? You stay up all night to think that up?" Ichigo turned off the device and stared down at his foe. "You just don't like anything I do..."

"I don't like you either!" The tall thug hurled a punch which Ichigo dodged with ease. Ichigo countered with a hard knee to the gut. The thug collapsed to his knees and watched as Ichigo strolled off, once again playing air guitar.

*****

In the computer lab, most of the students were busy typing away at the old machines, however only a few were on task. Most of the class were looking up something completely unrelated. In Ichigo's case, it was the new metal festival that would start in Japan in a few months. He wanted desperately to get tickets, but his family were too stingy to give him enough spending money. For some reason, which had not been explained to him, Yuzu was in charge of everyone's bank account, meaning her approval was needed for every transaction.

Ichigo scrolled down the list of bands and his mouth almost watered as he read them.

"What'cha up to Ichigo?" A bright cheery girl with chestnut brown hair bounced up beside him.

"Oh, nothing." Ichigo closed down the site, embarrassed. He and the girl shared a shy laugh together.

"What was that you just closed?"

"Nothing, Orihime."

"It looked like something." Orihime folded her arms and frowned. "Wait a minute...I know what it was!"

"You do?" Ichigo stared at her.

"You were looking up naked girls! And you were scared I would judge you, so you closed it down!" Orihime smiled. "I'm clever."

"I was not looking up-" Ichigo stopped himself in time. "Look, it was...um...you wouldn't understand."

"I'm pretty sure I would." Orihime said defensively.

"Do you know what 'Death-fest' is?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow. Orihime smiled awkwardly and looked to the floor.

"It...it's a...festival?" Ichigo nodded and she continued to try and explain it. "A festival...where they...kill people? Like a human sacrifice?"

Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose and walked away.

"What?! Was I right or wrong?! Ichigo?" Orihime ran after him.

*****

LATE AFTERNOON

Ichigo walked home alone. He looked around constantly, waiting for someone to arrive. After five minutes of searching, she arrived. A young woman with raven black hair, wearing a black kimono, dropped down from a rooftop. She gazed at Ichigo and sighed.

"How was your day?" Her deep blue eyes looked amazing in the sunset.

"Alright. How about yours?" Ichigo looked down at her blood-stained uniform.

The girl groaned and sat down in the gutter. "I've been fighting non-stop! It's ridiculous! My arms hurt, I can barely stand and back is killing me!" She curled into a ball and looked at the ground. Ichigo could easily notice the stress within her expression.

"You deserve a break." He said blankly.

"Huh?" The girl looked up.

"Rukia, you need to relax once in a while..." Ichigo trailed off.

"I would if I was allowed...but Soul Society always finds work for me. I never get a break." She frowned.

"Have you ever had a sick day?" Ichigo asked.

"Shinigami don't get sick, unless we are poisoned, but that is really rare." Rukia smiled at Ichigo. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"I doubt it!" Ichigo sat down beside her. "Say...do you ever listen to music?" Rukia shook her head.

"Not since I was still alive, and I was so young I don't remember it at all." Rukia sighed.

"Take this." Ichigo handed her his headphones. Rukia stared at them, confused. Ichigo placed them in her ears and then pressed the play button. For several seconds, Rukia was frozen in place with the same expression as earlier. After twenty seconds, and when the growling and screaming began, Rukia lit up like candle. A large grin spread across her face and she stared at Ichigo in awe.

"I have been missing this for a hundred and fifty years...This is brilliant!!"

Ichigo smirked. He felt less strange now that he had a fellow metal head by his side.

"What is making that sound?" Rukia imitated a riff from the song and Ichigo explained about Electric guitars. It was then that an idea popped into his head.

"We have to go!" Ichigo dragged Rukia to her feet and ran off, towards home.

*****

KUROSAKI CLINIC

Ichigo approached his sister Yuzu while she was preparing a meal. "Yuzu, I need to take out some money for a...uh..." Ichigo placed a finger on his chin. His sister looked up at him and cocked her head. "A...um...electric guitar."

"Why do you need that?" Yuzu crossed her arms.

"Well, we have music lessons now at school." Ichigo lied. "And we don't have much supplies, so some people have to buy their own stuff."

Yuzu nodded and reached into her pocket, where she retrieved a key. "It's so good to know you're doing something good for the school Ichigo!" She smiled broadly and handed him the key. "The safe to your bank book is in the dining room."

Ichigo ran off, barely holding back the huge smile. Yuzu had bought the story, now he could buy a guitar and start shredding. He snatched up his bank book and sprinted out of the house. Rukia stayed behind in Ichigo's room, connected to his Ipod. She lay on her mattress inside the cupboard, banging her head to the beat. She was finally relaxing...and it felt good!

*****

GUITAR SHOP

Ichigo wandered down aisle after aisle with his newly filled wallet, searching for the right instrument for unleashing audible hell. He passed many possible choices and he almost cried when he realised he was torn between at least ten different axes.

Then his eyes fell on it.

The Halo Hellfire...Twenty-two frets, a sleek black body shaped like a V, a crab-claw-shaped headstock, a blood red trim around the edge...it was perfect. The body had sharp spikes where there were cut-aways and made the guitar look more like a weapon than a musical instrument. Crossbones indicated the main frets which were divided by golden strips of metal. Ichigo's mouth watered and his hands trembled as they reached out to pick up the mighty Hellfire. Without even checking the price, he ran to the counter, wiping his droll away with his sleeve.

"Thisoneplease!!" He yelled excitedly.

The cashier tilted his head. "What?"

"Isaidi'dlikethisguitarplease!" Ichigo couldn't slow down his speech or heartbeat.

"Um...sure..." The cashier stated the expensive cost and Ichigo simply handed him his wallet. The man fished out the right amount and handed the rest back to Ichigo, who was starting to shake. "Are you alright?"

"I'm better than alright!!" Ichigo yelled, despite being so close to the man. "I have this!!" He held up the guitar and then ran off giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Fucking weird kid..." The cashier watched him bound out of the store and through the crowds.

Ichigo ran through the crowds of people but came to a complete stop outside a dress-up store. He walked slowly inside and wound up at the counter with half a dozen tubs of white face paint and half a dozen black ones. He dropped them on the counter and then turned around, spotting a can of hair dye. He impulsively snatched it off of the shelf and hurled it at the check-out girl who studied the many tubs of paint.

"You having an early Halloween party or something?"

"No." Ichigo replied simply. A very awkward silence followed and the two simply looked in different directions as they did their separate tasks. When they paint was purchased, Ichigo sprinted out of the store and ran home.

*****

Ichigo ran into his front door and collapsed there, panting heavily. Yuzu opened it for him and he crawled inside.

"So, Ichigo, did you get a-" Yuzu stopped and looked around for Ichigo. He was already gone. Ichigo's bedroom door slammed shut and she frowned. "Why doesn't he talk to me..."

Ichigo threw the face paint on the bed and then whipped out the guitar, striking a pose. "Hey Rukia!" Nothing happened. "I said, hey Rukia!!" Again, nothing. Ichigo scowled and wrenched the door open. Rukia screamed and jumped, but in the confined space, ended up slamming her face into the wall. She fell back on her mattress with a bloody nose. A red stain was on the wall now.

"What was that for you ass?!" Rukia grasped her sore face and her gaze wandered from Ichigo's face to the object in his hands. "What's that?" She pointed to the strange thing in his hands.

"Guess." Ichigo said. He then began to play a short riff. Rukia's face lit up and she started to clap and cheer.

"A guitar!! You got one!! Oh my god, it's so cool!!" She dragged out the vowels on 'so', making it stretch on for five seconds. "Can I pay it? Can I play? Can I play it?" She started to bounce on the mattress like a four year old anticipating a birthday present.

Ichigo handed her the axe and her eyes went wide, as well as her grin. After several seconds of being completely still, she looked up at Ichigo with a frown. "How do I play it?"

Ichigo sighed. "This is gonna take a while..."

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