The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya comes out on DVD, May 29
The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house; reverberating off the walls of the nearly empty home. Nearly empty, because while nothing of the sort could be heard from the running shower in the guest bathroom, there was one high school student in the downstairs living room studying for the upcoming exams.
Well, it would be more accurate to say sleeping…
"Huh?" She jerked her head up from lying on the oak table. Despite a page from the history textbook sticking to her face—with the aid of drool, of course—Emiko Arisawa stretched out her cramped limbs, before standing up from the comfortable leather couch. "Hmmm…" she groaned groggily, though still she meandered through the scattered books strewn about the floor towards the ringing door bell at the front. She easily navigated from room to room, taking a shortcut through the kitchen on her way to the foyer.
A family picture sitting on a table nearby looked back at her with smiles plastered on their faces; a father, a beautiful mother, a young teenaged son and obviously the daughter. Emiko's hair was a light brown however, unlike that of the raven haired preteen in the picture, and her mother definitely didn't have as big…assets…as the auburn haired woman either.
In fact, the portrait was taken on Setsuko's birthday, the daughter of Uryuu and Orihime Ishida; the owners of the house. Their happy smiles were immortalized with Emiko's help, taking the picture as one of her best friends squeezed the life out of the yellow lion plush doll. Of course, Kon was definitely not her present, but no one could say no to the birthday girl's wish.
Emiko brushed a hand through her shoulder length hair and smiled; she and her mom were quite lucky to have friends such as them, especially since her father up and left them a year ago.
'But no matter', Emiko would always tell herself when her thoughts wandered back to that, 'nothing could be better than having a mother who loves me, two of the best friends in the world, and practically a huge family—even if we're not blood related!'
The bell rang with a bit more urgency now, reminding her of the person standing outside the door. "I got it!" Emiko projected her voice. With a smile, the young teenager opened the front door; a red haired man in dark sunglasses quickly shifted his gaze towards the flower bushes on the side. "Can I help you?" Emiko asked the strangely acting man. To be safe, she keeps the storm door locked and her hand ready to shut the door closed quickly.
The man cleared his throat, as if prepared to make some amazing speech or something. "Um, I'm probably wrong but…is there a Mrs. Shiranui here?" Emiko looked at him strangely, curious how the man knew that name. The man himself wore a trench coat and hat combination like some time traveling cowboy, and there was even a sheriff's badge on his left lapel.
"Or…or maybe a Mrs. Arisawa?"
"Uh, hold on please…" Emiko told the man. "Mom! Someone's here to see you!" She craned her head towards the staircase, only to have a short haired woman yelp in surprise behind her.
"Whoa there kid, I'm right here…" she chuckled softly towards the girl. Her hair was wet, and it was quite obvious that she had hastily put clothes on, wearing a mix of a sweater and short shorts as she pushed the door open. Her smile however disappeared and her brown eyes stared at the man silently; intensely.
"Mom?"
"Emiko, go upstairs…" the woman immediately replied. The teen only half complied; moving back towards the kitchen, but kept out of sight as she peeked back into the foyer. When she thought Emiko had left, Tatsuki turned an angry glare at the man. "I don't care how you found me…just leave…" she said with clenched teeth.
"Tatsuki, let me-"
"No, you listen to me…" she paused to breathe, biting down on her lower lip to keep from yelling back. Tatsuki ignored the small drop of blood running down her chin, as she tried to stare into the man's eyes as angrily as possible.
"…just…leave…"
The man's face disappeared when she slammed the door. Her angry façade finally broke down, and tears were pouring down her face.
She tried to breathe but had trouble, and simply slid down the door that she leaned heavily against. Emiko rushed to her side, never haven seen her mother so shaken up, much less cry.
She found herself sitting down next to her on the floor, and wrapped her arm around her mother's shoulders to support her head. Using her shirt, Emiko dabbed away the blood from the woman's chin, and held her mom tight.
'Who was he?'
Some words from the Typewriter
Like most things, I get inspiration for my fics from other peoples...hurray!!
Haha, but seriously...if you don't know it, or watched it yet, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya comes out on DVD on May 29th...youtube it, or whatever...I really want to start a petition to have a section added for this awesome series! C'mon, even He is my Master has a category!!
Back to the fic at hand, you may have noticed something wierd...if you haven't, it's ok, but this section is to explain to those who have. I began writing a story of the same name, (How I met your mother), only it was an Uryuu x Orihime fic. I decided to scrap this, and replaced it with this ficcy!
I think the couple is quite obvious to true Bleach fans, and I'd love to find out how to contact the FanFic (dot) net admins about making that category and such...If you're curious, PM me or subscribe to my forum! (just go to my profile)
...legalites...
-Inspired by the post Aizen AU created by RadiantBeam
-Emiko Arisawa and Setsuko Ishida are OCs created by Typewriterman
-Tite Kubo...Tite Kubo...Tite Kubo
