ALRIGHT WOW SO I FINALLY GOT OFF MY LAZY ASS AND DECIDED TO FIX THINGS. Well, hello there, caps lock.
Just to make things clear, this was my first attempt at writing anything, ever, so it's all pretty terrible. It's also from early 2010 which wasn't a good year for me at all (EXCUSES, EXCUSES).
So… one, five and eight really have nothing to do with the actual songs for some reason? I DUNNO THEY JUST HAPPENED THAT WAY. Also, just a warning: number six is a very sad, uninspired attempt.
Disclamer: I do not own Bleach or any characters in this drabble-thing, 'Tis for nothing but fun.
1. Circle of Life – Elton John
Gripping a steaming mug of cocoa and owlishly blinking his tired eyes against the glare of the sunlit snow, Ichigo peered out of his frost-adorned bedroom window, laughing sleepily as he spotted his Hollow, who was curiously reaching out, as if to caress the light snow drifting around his alabaster body. The ebony-ochre eyes were closed, as though said Hollow were completely at peace. The vibrant-haired teen idly wondered, as he contentedly sipped his cocoa, how something so deadly could possibly appear so innocent.
2. No More Sorrow – Linkin Park
Midnight-sepia eyes glinted threateningly, blinded by crimson anger; Zangetsu's pristine blade now thoroughly coated in blood as its bearer—enraged by the 'betraying Shinigami scum'—let a feral cry of rage escape his constricting throat as he neatly sliced a red-haired Shinigami in half. Yet another animalistic scream was released as the Hollow fell to his knees, tearing at ivory locks while frustrated sobs wracked his body. The achromatic being had, not a moment before, realized with malice that Hollows could cry.
'King... My King…' Said alabaster form had mourned, cradling the body of his fallen King before stealing a chaste kiss from paling lips. Ichigo's Hollow had then begun blindly slaying the beings that had caused this alien pain in his chest.
Suddenly quieting, the Hollow raised his face to the sky and glassy, opaque skin shattered, dissipating, and he knew the two of them were lost forever. They left behind only a field of bodies and soon forgotten memories.
3. Glow Worm – Sonny Moore
Ichigo's skin burned where his achromatic counterpart caressed the teen's lithe body with a gentleness few knew Hollows could possess. Moans and muffled sounds of reassurance filled the teen's moonlit room. Two bodies fluidly meshed together as they were bathed in silver—thoughts racing; swimming with lust and desire, passion and love.
4. Don't Stay – Linkin Park
The streets of Kurakura were silent and an eerie darkness had bathed the small town, a lone figure wandered aimlessly; a crazed fear tearing at his mind, eating away at his sanity.
"Leave! Go away! Stay away from me… away…"
The last fraction ended as a sad murmur, a plea for mercy as the orange-haired teenager slumped against the entrance of a dank alleyway. A sinister, foreboding laugh and taunting two-toned reply came from an unseen figure.
"I can' do tha' King, an' you very well know tha'."
The teen's eyes flashed from a dull tea-brown to shining ebony and ochre as he began to helplessly claw at his face and hair, unable to escape the ever-present eyes that watched his every move, while a dark laugh echoed through the oppressive emptiness.
5. Snow White Queen – Evanescence
The ivory form caressed his King's flaming mop of hair comfortingly as he caught the teen's lips in a soft embrace, showing nothing but gentleness. The Hollow's unoccupied hand gently turned the other's face toward him while he spoke gently, uttering soft words.
"'S not yer fault, King, they coul'n' all be saved,"
"I-I didn't try h-hard enough… I c-could've done better…" The teen's sentences came out shaky and meek, a shocking awakening for the Hollow who was used only to seeing his cocky, loud-mouthed King brimming with confidence—his despair usually contained within.
6. Prelude 12/21 - AFI
A soft, haunting melody created by small wind chimes carried through the wind as monotone flowers differing only in shade danced and twisted around a still form.
The green of the field was unbroken by any but liquid red which crept from unseen wounds upon the man's body. A white form kneeled above him, placing pale hands on either side of his frightened visage.
'I kiss your eyes and lay you to sleep, consider our promise fulfilled.'
7. Counting Bodies Like Sheep to The Rhythm of War Drums – A Perfect Circle
War. Such an unnecessary, unpleasant, irrational way to fix the foolish mistakes of unseen others. The vibrant-haired teen's alabaster counterpart grimaced as his proud King took another blow, feeling the phantom sting of metal upon flesh.
'Don't fret precious, I am here. Step away from the window, go back to sleep'. Said ashen skinned being crooned soothingly as he gently pulled the rapidly weakening teen into his inner world, tepidly holding the tea-eyed figure as he slipped in and out of consciousness. The Hollow was exceedingly enraged by the wounds his noble King had sustained.
'Count bodies like sheep… like sheep… count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of war drums'. The ashen being murmured as he slipped out of the sideways world, sepia moons and midnight seas shining with the brutal bloodlust of the maddened Hollow. A maniacal laughter enveloped the blood-drenched battlefield and, momentarily, both sides ceased their rhythmic killing as they peered toward the being who could create such a sound as to chill them down to the marrow of their suddenly unreliable bones.
"GO BACK TO SLEEP!" The ivory form let out a feral scream…
8. Ghost Under Rocks – Ra Ra Riot
Shiro smiled softly as he ran, as he imagined, unusually coloured eyes with shining flecks of ivory set deep in molten gold and sclera of the darkest ebony. Light gold sparkled with sadness and elusive joy as the delinquent raced down the dank mazes of Tokyo's outer alleys and backstreets, ignoring the stench of blood and alcohol that hung like a warning in the air. Here, the buildings were none but twisted heaps, great beasts of metal and glass where one could easily become lost in the faerie-tale feel of disintegrating wonder. Outer Tokyo had once been as flourishing and prominent as the small centre of the great city, but had soon been overcome by ill-meaning people— bloodthirsty gangs and abandoned children who had become unfortunately tangled in the dark web of the ever-present drug trade or those whom had taken to murder, upon which their survival laid. Shiro had been near that edge far too many times for him to ever feel truly safe, had gazed into the dark lulling waters which would surely cause his end if the youth jumped from the edge, from the jutting rocks of hope which he clung to so dearly.
When the world began to crumble and fissures between classes of people deepened, many were lost to the resulting violence. Those who survived in the lower classes had begun to live as animals, falling back on their rawest instincts. Most lost their minds to the chaos.
Shiro had met his angel after the Great War, his orange-haired, loudmouthed angel who never failed to remind the alabaster being that though he may appear otherwise, he was more human than those that surrounded them. Maybe his Ichigo was right. Maybe he was more human than beast. Whatever the case happened to be, though, Shiro knew that he would die before he let go of his angel.
9. Coma White – Marilyn Manson
A swirling purple haze of orange bodies clouded dull, tea-coloured eyes as they lazily shifted about, his brain trying to decipher the complex messages and images that were being conveyed to him at what felt like a million miles an hour. The smoke was thick and acrid, the room dank from the multiple bodies strewn about among the discarded bottles and abandoned joints; the fire-haired teen had to cautiously pick his way through the mass, though this proved to be a difficult task; under the circumstances. The teen came to a halt next to an ivory being who opened the almost- black window in a sad attempt to air the place out. Gazing down with sepia orbs, the snowy figure captured the teen's lips in a kiss overflowing with lust, greed and anger.
10. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid – The Offspring
"With a thousand lies and a good disguise, hit 'em right between the eyes…"
Tea-coloured eyes briefly flashed to ebony and ochre as cold metal was raised to the forehead of the petrified victim.
"Dance, fucker, dance" A low chuckle and the bone-chilling click of cold metal as the trigger was pulled.
"Hit 'em right between the eyes…"
The sickening crunch of bone and the tangy smell of crimson blood. A smirk was shared between a horse and his king.