Hey guys, I haven't wrote a story in a while, this is mostly due to uni and stuff, but also because I always get half way through one and then think it is utter shit!
So in a bid to try and finish one I'm just going to post it as I write it. Hopefully this way I will keep interest and if people want me to keep going I will if people lose interest well its no big lose that I don't finish it. And at lest I will have published something instead of just binning it!
So here it is the first chapter I hope u like it let me know what u think, u know if u want.
Its rated T for now but that could be subject to change.
And as always I own nothing!
It was a sepia toned world in the dusty archives of the Kuchiki manor. Pale yellow light leaked in through the high windows of the annexed room and filled everything with a sense of nostalgia, and an over whelming feeling of melancholic. Then again it was a rare day that this room was filled with anyone at all. All it held was the chronicles, journals and financial records of a family almost as dusty as the room.
However today Rukia was frequenting this place, on a tedious search to find some miscellaneous piece of scroll. Probably concerning some information that to anyone but Byakuya Kuchiki, would be completely useless.
Rukia was now painfully aware of what a stuffy old man her adoptive older brother was. Perhaps not in years, but in his attitude to life. She had been in this annex all morning, and was no closer to finding the item that she had been sent to look for. All she had come across where some dusty financial records, a couple of morbid death records and a rather curious receipt for the removal of a swimming pool. She had started with the scrolls on the west side of the room and was working her way down the shelves of that wall. By mid-day she had almost at the bottom of that wall's book case. It was hear she found it, on the west wall of the dusty room second self from the bottom, behind a pile of scrolls concerning the payment of servants, the diary of No One.
It was a small but thick dusty journal, bound in elegant purple leather, held shut by a large tarnished golden clasp. She pulled it out from the back of the shelf, and with it cam a plume of dust. It had caught her attention as it was far removed from the other journals on the east side of the room. She undid the clasp with some difficulty, due to the age of the book, and slackened it open. The pages where that of thick, rich, cream paper and she fluttered them open to the fist page to find out what the book was. On the first page was written in beautiful handwriting;
Here follows the memories of No One.
'No One? What kind of name is that for being in here? Must be miss-categorised, perhaps it's a fiction book.'
she flicked the pages to the start of the book and began to read at it. Two pages in and she had moved from her slouched position, to a more comfortable position cross legged on the floor. She was entitled to a break after working this long, and the book had captivated her interest. Was it fiction, or was it not? Who had wrote it, and how had it found its way into the Kuchiki family archive? She went on, and with each passing page she found out more and more about the enigmatic protagonist, No One.
The book told the story of a young boy with a fantastical imagination, it was written in the style of a journal, but the truth of the entries was questionable. Although they where numerous, the entries where inconsistent, with days, weeks even whole months missed out. However, there was more than enough in the way of imagination to tell you all about the main character. A young soul reaper in training who spends his days fighting the evil super villain "the werecat". A hideous female villain, part woman, part beast. She had infiltrated No One's family, and terrorised him day and night with her antics, such as stealing hair ties, belts and even sandals off of his very person while training.
The book told of his struggle to become faster and stronger than her in order that he might defeat her once and for all. However, the book also told of the struggle of lessons, and his daily life fought with peril. As she sat there the yellow light that leaked through the window slowly turned to a deep golden colour, as the sun settled on the day, and as the air cooled Rukia looked up and noticed that she had been lost in the journal for quite some time. She had wasted the day, and was still no closer to finding the parchment her brother had asked for. So in her haste she shut the clasp on the purple leather bound journal, and hid it inside the folds of her kimono.
She left the annex and walked along the courtyard's bastion, and through the large manor gardens. Her brother would be home now and would expect her to bring the parchment he requested. She stopped before the sliding doors of her brothers study. She let out a long sigh, the sky was now throwing fantastic shades or pink, red and gold on the courtyard. She lifted her hand and slowly knocked on the door.
After a few moments of silence, the dark satin tones of her Byakuya's voice made their way through the sliding doors, beckoning her to come in. she reluctantly slid apart the doors and bowed deeply upon her entry to the room. Her adoptive brother was seated behind a large mahogany desk at the other side of the room. His head was still tilted down towards the papers on his desk, but his eyes where looking up through his eyelashes towards Rukia's direction. She took a step into the study and stopped, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed and eyes on the floor. Everything always felt double weighted and so very heavy under Byakuya's stare. But she had to tell him so she swallowed hard on her nerves and spoke up;
"nii-sama, I'm terribly sorry, I spent all day in the archives however, I couldn't find the item you requested."
she couldn't resist her eyes looked up to gage his reaction, but his face remained the same, cool, composed, as it always was. His eyes still looking up at her.
"that is OK"
His eyes went back to whatever was on his desk.
"I apologise, I had meant to send someone to tell you that it was all right and that I had come across the item in my office."
After this the only thing that broke the silence was the shuffling of papers. Rukia stood still in shock, not really knowing what to do. That whole day searching had been a waste, although she hadn't really spent the whole day searching, she had spent most of the day reading, but still.
She still hadn't moved processing the situation in her head, however, Byakuya's head lifted up from his desk and looked straight up at her blank face.
"I am sorry it passed my mind. I have been quite busy today, so I shall tell Ukitake-taicho to give you the day off tomorrow to make up for it. Now I'm sorry, but I still really do have a lot of paperwork to get through."
His words where tired and his eyes sunk back down to rest of his desk again. She masked her surprise well as she bowed again, and left the room, quietly shutting the sliding doors behind her.
'it must be that time of year again.' she thought as she strode quietly along the pavilion of the courtyard. The sun had gone down now and left the courtyard in dusk. At this time of year squads 6, 7 and 8 where to recruit new members. It was a stressful and exasperating time of year when both her brother and Renji where tired, and highly strung. However, the though occurred to her that he must be more exhausted than anything else to buy her off so quickly. It was something he almost never did. Lost in her thoughts on the matter, she had already reached her room door on the other side of the manor.
She stopped at the door, sighing and shaking her head and shoulders, in a bid to get all thoughts on the matter out of her head. After all he apologised, and she had got the day that she had "lost" back and on top of all that she still had the book snuggled up in her kimono. As she thought of that a wide grin split her face, and pulling it out she held it in front of herself. The book had held her interest all day, and she was still only half way through it. She opened the door to her room and made her way unceremoniously through it, closing it behind her.