Akira is my Bleach OC. She's not an official character form the series. Just so you know... :) Well, enjoy!
Karakura, Japan
Sunday; 8:35PM...
"Honey, Don't forget to go to the grocery store, it's getting late." My mother yelled from the kitchen.
"Sorry, mom. I'll go right now." I replied as I put on my favorite black hoodie.
"Thanks honey. I owe you."
"No problem." I smiled at her and took the money she had left for me on the table, and then headed outside.
My name is Akira Sakuta for those who were wondering. How do I look like? Well, I have long brown hair, brown eyes, and I'm short. A pretty simple description I must say. I am fifteen years old, and I'm about to enter tenth grade at Karakura High School. I used to live on Puerto Rico, a very small island in the Caribbean Sea. I moved to Karakura with my mom and my grandma a few weeks ago. It's hard to live there; politics, politics, and more politics. I'm glad we moved here, it's peaceful, but still hard to get used to. I miss my family and friends back there, but I'll live.
I walked through the automatic sliding doors of the grocery store and quickly picked what I needed: a bottle of milk, and orange juice for the morning. I went to the counter and put everything there. Then the young clerk scanned all the items, one by one, and put them inside a plastic bag.
"That'll be 6.00." she smiled warmly at me as I gave her the money, but I couldn't smile back, I only managed to give her a shy look. Then I quietly took the bag and headed outside through the automatic sliding doors.
As I walked back home, I tried to think about tomorrow, which will be my first day of school here. How will people welcome me? I was afraid that people would reject me, since I came form a different country, with a different culture, different language, different religion, different everything.
I knew I was close to my home because was no sidewalk; only grass and a narrow road for the cars. I was going up a little hill and beyond it, was my house. But as I walked uphill, I felt this weird feeling. Something told me that I was being watched...followed.
Without looking back, I ran uphill as fast as I could. Then, when I was about to reach the top, something big fell in front of me, raising a cloud of dirt and dust. I froze in fear as the dust cleared. In front of me was this horrible monster. It looked like an oversized gorilla, over its face, something that looked like a skull... a mask, and it had a big hole in its chest. It turned to look at me with bright yellow eyes and then it made this sound, like a howl.
I stepped back, but I put my foot the wrong way and tripped over it. I was rolling down the hill, hitting my head against the asphalt until I bled. When I reached the bottom and stopped, I tried to look back and I saw that monster again. It jumped at me with its mouth open; I think it wanted to eat me!
Then when it was about to land on me, there was a flash of light. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them again, the monster was gone...as if it were disintegrated. There was nothing left of it. It was as if it was all in my mind.
I looked back again and saw a figure, standing on the top of the hill. It was human, I couldn't tell who it was because my vision was getting blurry, maybe I was about to pass out. But I swear beside the dark figure, was a bright electric blue light. After I saw that, it all went black for me.
I slowly gained consciousness and opened my eyes. My vision was still a little blurry, but it cleared in just a couple of seconds. When it cleared completely, I noticed a shadow over me. I gasped and tried to move back, but I felt something hard behind me. There I just realized I was in my backyard, lying back against the oak tree. It was dark and there were no lights around, only the dim light from the moon.
"Shh... Keep your voice down." he whispered as he laid a finger on my lips. I could tell he was a boy by his voice.
"What happened? T-That monster...?" It was hard to speak. I was completely positive that he had saved me. Why else would he be here? But did he beat the monster all by himself? If so, how did he beat it?
"It's all over now, there's nothing to worry about." He replied in a soft voice. "I swear by the honor of the Quincy, I will protect you." He added as he took my hand.
I was overwhelmed. Why did would he want to protect me all of a sudden? I'm just a complete stranger. Who is he? And what is a Quincy, anyway? My heart was pounding, trying to get out of my chest.
Suddenly he looked away as if someone had called him. I could see his face now; the dim moonlight lightened his face. He had a beautiful face, delicate pale skin, deep blue eyes, black hair, and bangs that fell over the sides of his face. And he wore glasses. Most girls would turn down when they hear the word glasses, but I didn't. I only thought of one word to describe him: flawless. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I falling for him?
"I need to go now." He stood up and walked away. I couldn't help but stare. Why did he have to go now? I wanted to ask him a few things. Probably I wasn't going to I'm way too shy to make conversations with a complete stranger anyway. I get nervous easily. I just couldn't.
He stopped. "Until we meet again, Miss Sakuta." He looked over his shoulder as he said my name. Then...he disappeared. And I could swear I didn't blink or anything, he just disappeared. Now I was even more confused. How the hell the he know my name? And how did he do that? Is he some product of my imagination?
It started to rain. I put on my hoodie and got up, maybe too quickly because I staggered a little. I notice the bag form the grocery store bedside me. Probably that guy who saved me picked it up too. So I bent down to pick it up, but this time I moved slowly so I wouldn't stagger again.
I tried to hurry to the back door, but I stopped. Mom would be suspicious. I didn't want to explain what happened. How would I explain anyways? So I decided to go all the way around the house to the front door.
When I got in I saw my grandma sitting in the rocking chair, knitting, as usual. She moved with me and mom, too. She is the only one left of my mother's family. Mom was lying down on the sofa, tired from the daily routine, watching TV. Both turned to look at me when they heard the door close, both with worried-confused expressions.
"What happened to you? You're bleeding!" Mom asked almost yelling.
"I just fell on my way back and hit my head, its no big deal. I'll take care of it later," I said as I went to the kitchen. Mom got up and went to my side.
"Are you sure? It looks really bad." She said as she looked at my injuries. I nodded and put the milk and the orange juice in the fridge. She waited for me to talk so I finally spoke.
"I'm okay. I'm tired, I'll go to bed now." I said, trying to avoid long conversations. Now that I thought of it, I really am tired. At least mom understood and let me go to my room. So I wished mom and grandma a good might and went upstairs.
I made a short stop to go to the bathroom to treat my wounds. There I stood in front of the sink, looking at myself in the mirror; until I finally turned on the faucet and I washed the blood off gently with soap. Then I opened the mirrored shelf and looked for the first-aid kit; a little white box with a red cross. I'm pretty sure everyone's got one. I put on some ointment to stop the bleeding and wrapped band aid around my head. While I did that, I thought about what happened tonight. What was that monster? And that guy, who is he? And most importantly, how did he know my name? I had never seen him before. I had so many more questions I couldn't think straight. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I walked out of the bathroom and went to my room. When I got in and closed the door behind me, I leaned back on the door and let out a sigh. I changed my clothes to something more comfortable, turned off the light, and lied down in my bed. It was going to be hard to sleep after what happened tonight, so I got my iPod from the night table besides my bed and put on some music. It's a weird fact that music helped me sleep. I usually listen to hard rock, metal and stuff like that. Mostly the kind of music most people call noisy. But I didn't know what song to hear so I put my iPod on shuffle. Then I stared off to the ceiling, trying to think of something else.
I know every song I have on my iPod by heart, since I was always listening to it. So I sang along each song, just to keep my mind busy. Sometimes I got distracted and stopped singing without noticing, and thought of him again. I didn't want to think about him, it made me feel… weird. I wanted to forget about tonight, so I could sleep well. These kind of events really made me paranoid.
Moments later I heard soft knocks under the music, and the door opened slowly. I thought it was the guy who saved me, but it was my mom. What the hell? That proves me what I said about thinking about him, It makes me paranoid… I think he's everywhere.
I let out a sigh. "Hey, mom." I took off one ear bud.
"Sorry. Did I wake you?" She asked.
"Nah. I was just listening to music." I said. "What is it?"
"It's really nothing. I was just worried about you and needed to check on you, just to be sure you were ok." There was a long pause between that. "Are you feeling all right? It there anything you want to talk about?" She gave me a look when she asked the last question. She suspects something happened tonight. Damn, she's sharp.
I nodded to answer the first question, and the I spoke. "Nothing really…" I lied.. And I felt really bad for that, but I didn't want her to know. She'll think I'm crazy or something. "But I'm a little embarrassed because I'll have to go with bandages on the first day of school" I touched the bandage around my head as I said that.
"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure it'll heap pretty soon." She smiled at me as she spoke.
"I guess, but… never mind." I was about to let myself talk too much. That happened very often because I trust my mother so much. I didn't want her to know about what happened tonight, that'd worry her. But I was sorry for lying to her, but she shouldn't know. She can't.
"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to." She smiled again. She understood my feelings. "But whenever you want to talk about it, I'll always be here." She bent to kiss my cheek, I kissed her back.
"Thanks, mom." I smiled at her.
"I'll let you sleep now. Tomorrow will be a long day for both of us. And your grandma, she'll be alone until you come back from school." Mom said as she got up from my bed and walked to the door.
"Ok then, good night." I smiled.
"Good night, sweetheart." She smiled back and closed the door.
When I was finally alone in my room, I let out a sigh and stuck the ear bud back in my ear. I was relieved that mom didn't insist on talking about what happened, it'd be hard to explain her if she did. After a few songs I got sleepy enough, so I tuned off my iPod and put it on the night table. Then I turned in a more comfortable position and closed my eyes. Then, I finally fell asleep.