The Wrong and the Weird

by otahotian

A joke played good. A joke played wrong. Old traditions, old friendships, old scars and new graves. Old graves and almost the end. And what is left unsaid and what is after the ends. What follows the "happily ever after". "Can you die when already dead? And which philosophy is talking about reborn? Which one is the right?"

1. Prologue: The Fall

You know me or you don't. I write depressing stories with enough humour inside, that I can live with myself. I write for the thrill of inspiration. I write for the challenge of posting every or every second day. I write to get better in English and I write to try out different styles.

Place: Soul Society

Time: Hisagi freshly appointed into ninth division and the Trio still academic

Characters: Hisagi Shuuhei, Kira Izuru, Abarai Renji, Hinamori Momo and probably others

Mood: daring, disgraceful, depressed

The Advice\Warning: Smile!

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I can feel the space beneath my toes.

The river down there is called Shivery, slithering down from the High Mountains thousands of miles until appearing here. On the mere precipice of habituated Soul Society. Its temperature doesn't climb higher than nine degrees.

Hence Shivery.

Through the first five eras of Soul Society it has been used to execute prisoners by standing them right here, where I am standing. They would leave the prisoner to brood for few minutes. And than push him down.

There is no possibility to survive the fall.

I breath out. And breath in.

I blink my eyes – blink and I can see the smiling faces of my team.

Blink and I can see them dead.

Through the first five eras of Soul Society, shinigami was a mark in the shape of a butterfly marking those executed to die.

Blink and I can see the Hollow who killed them. And a blink back to me, feeling happy, because I knew I would follow.

But I didn't.

Through the first five eras of Soul Society, owing your live to someone was almost as bad as carrying the mark of execution. Doesn't it make sense, then, that I am just waiting for someone to push?

We were saved.

Blink to the present when I hear the sound of footsteps. Hurried footsteps.

I smile.

And no. It doesn't make sense to wait for someone to push me down.

The moment I feel them touch me, is the moment I burst into motion.

They talk. Call my name.

I grip their hand from my shoulder and duck, their body falling over me and down.

I don't look up.

Who calls me Hisagi-senpai?

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Voila: the prologue.

If you have a question, ask. Ask whatever you wish and I will answer whatever I wish.

If you have a comment, please share. It will be read and appreciated.

If you are one of those who play the Game, just a little message: I just lost. Meaning, you did as well.

Smiiile. While you may not see any reason to do so, you can't imagine how many people you will piss off that way.

Therefore: Smile, me.