this is a yaoi...shounan ai thing...
more ish like phantom of the the same.i got the book and i was fasinated with read it countless times.
and then an idea struck me.
why not make this a bleach yaoi?
i mean-why the hell not?its dark and a dawnless dusk of misery...
and those are the books i have serched the ends of the earth to find
(well not exactly more like half price books...)
theme song:the overture to phantom of the opera the organ version
go on youtube and look it up.
so yea occ and usualy i hate books like this but i guess i like them now.
so enjoy.
1887 NARRORATOR INTRO ULQUIORRA CIFFER:
ulquiorra ciffer had always been shunned even as a child...
misunderstood...
a MONSTER...
he had travled the endless earth-to him a land of death and famishment.
as every art-every valued genius- was not out his reach,for anyman is a door of possibilty...
but he it seemed was born with out the key as well as his horred deformitys.
that had crippled his appearnce as well as his screwerd heart.
...torn and gnarld was his soul weathered with the suffering the unimaginable PAIN!
and not one person could ever look upon him in love...could they?
GIN ICHIMARU 1862
i held onto the damp towl that was draped over my oak head board..
.staring at the candle lights reflections that seemed like demons...
oddy threatening in this delerium of pain.
i pain...
it was whisping me away on wings of black.
shutting me up in this abyss of misery that seemed endless in this night...
the i felt a horred ripping sensation...
then the pain left as quickly as it came...
i heard silence from the mid wife.
who was conforting me thru this horrible birth.
i looked up...i saw the midwife...her face once flushed was now void of color.
then i thought...'oh god it must be dead...'
but that...that i wish is what would have happened...
as i looked down...i didnot scream...
i was afraid to scream...me and the mid wife stared at it with dumbfound horror.
as if it would send this monstrosity back to the hellish nightmare it was from.
...but no...alas it would stay...
its translusent skin.
it looked like a corpse...i just wanted to bury it and run...
how shocked we were to see it move...
the mid wife picked up the scissors with shaking hands.
sniping its cord.
"lord have mercy!christ have mercy!"she said.
lifting the thing with shaking hands...holding it away as if it was a disease...
she droped it into the carage...
i heard a thud.
"oh thank the almighty it has not screamed...that is always a good sign.." she said.
"child. get father has to come here." the midwife said.
and the young maid left-the last of the household-and she never returned even to colect her things.
the priest came.
his face taned and rough from walking in all weathers.
i was sure that he had seen horrors in his line of work.
but i saw him grasp his cross as he unveiled the monster that had come of my flesh and blood.
it was involentary as he made the sign of the cross over his chest.
"my child do not not beleave that the lord has abandoned you in such times. the almighty dose not create with out perpose..." he said to me.
and how i wanted to say that the lord even makes mistakes..
..but i dared not to voice such blasphamy
i was a loyal cathloc and beleaved to striongly in the existance of hells flames...
and i didnot wish to perish in those flames...
so i bit my tounge.
"if i dont touch it...if i dont feed it..." i said measly.
"disperse such thoughts from your mind! such horred mind sets are the devils word. it is your duity as a mother to care for this child as if it was as human as the other children you have seen." father yamamoto said.
his blue eyes narrowing...
how could i and aisen create such a monster...
how could our love...our beautiful love...create such ugly hate?
"i will be back in the morning mr ichimaru..."yamamoto said to me...
i nodded.
"and again...i apoligise for aisens death..." he said.
i nodded again.
"bless you child..." yamamoto said to the boy...
and he left me alone with the monster...
i picked him up.
and his eyes watched me...those beautiful green eyes that haunted me.
he was aware...too aware...
as if he knew my fear...
then he cryed.
his voice...not shrill and annoying like a newborns but calming...and...
beautiful?i had an erge to hold him.i lifted the infent into my arms.
then i tossed him to the ground in revulsion.
he was silenced...and i rocked to and fro like some miserable creacher in an asylum...
until the dusk turned to dawn i rocked..
...hoping that madness would engulp me in its mighty black grasp...
buty no maddness never came to rescue me...
at age 7 ulquiorra had shown his interests...
walking in with his mask he beckoned me...
"father...may i play the organ?"he asked.
i noded.
and he hands resting on the keys...
then he played...my heart skiped a beat at the beauty.
"who are you playing?who wrote this?"i asked.
"i...i did..."ulquiorra said.
his green eyes widening behind the mask...
i stood in shock...
at his birthday tousin came over with gifts...
"why are you here?"i asked
"it is his 7th deserves celebration..."tousin said.
"today is the anaversery of his birth?"i asked.
he looked at me in horror...
"you never knew...after 7 yrs...you the one who birthed him...never remembered his birthday..."tousin said.
then i went to go tell ulquiorra what the day was...
"father...what is a...birthday?"he asked me...
"the annaversery of your birth...you are turning the age of 8 this year..."i said.
i saw his eyes glase over in bordom and dis interest...
"and you can have any present you want..."i added.
his eyes lit up.
"anything?"he asked.
i nodded.
"well...can...i..."ulquiorra asked
"what?"i said.
"can...can i..."he said looking ashaimed...
"tell me or get nothing at all.."i spat.
"can..i-i...can i have a...a hug?"he asked me...
i jumped back in revosion.
slaping him.
"dont you ever-ever ask that of me again!"i screamed...
i sobed.
"why are you crying?"ulquiorra asked.
"i-i am not crying."i said.
"STOP LIEING!YOU MADE ME TELL! AND NOW I CANT GET ANYTHING! I HATE BIRTHDAYS!" ulquiorra into his room.
later i called him as the table was set..
he didnt come.
"when will he come?"tousin asked...
"he will come eventualy."i said.
then i saw ulquiorra.
his mask...it was riped off.
tousin screamed in terror when he saw ulquiorra.
i was thrown into a fit of rage.i grabed his arm and walked up the stairs.
"no gin it was nothing realy..."tousin said.
"silence!its time he learns to obay his elders!"i spat.
taking him to my room.
i shoved him in front of the mirror.
then he layed eyes on his face for the first time...
he screamed.
punching the mirror...
blood coated his hands from the shards in his fingers...
tousin finnaly draged the boy from the broken mirror..
...
and to this day ulquiorra still has nighmares...
10 yrs later ULQUIORRA POV...
i have travled the world but alas..
..every one i touch crumble beneath me as my father had.
father was right i am a monster...
no art is beyond my mastering...
and yet...noone will ever look opon me in love...
so i built a cathedral at 10...
7 long years...
finnaly finnished...
my home...my abyss free from mans critisiseing eyes...
is the underbelly of the opera house...
one day...i found myself looking for my pet...my rat that is...
he had been trying to show me somthing but i didnt know what...and now he was gone...
then i heard his squicks from the mens dressing room..
i snuck half way when someone turned on the lights.
i ran into the hollow of the pillar...
in the 5th booth...
i looked below...and i saw him...
a boy with orange hair...
and a older boy with red hair...looking snub and confedence that irritated me...
"just sing."the red head said.
"no renji."the orange haired one said.
"stop being a wimp ichigo...its a tradition for all new opera singers to sing to the opera ghost."renji said.
at the mention of ghost ichigo drained of color.
he opened his mouth to sing...
my heart broke.
such beauty...but lack of emotion...as if he were dead...
unable to stand such a sweet teared song i went to my hide out...
i walked in.
i felt fear rise in me...a coffin!
i slept in a coffin sence i was 10!
and so meny dark things that had brung me peace had disturbed me..now.
i sences hit me...i was dead to everyone...they had wished me dead...
then my blackness had returned. i laughed crulely.
my dark laughter filling the spacious darkness.
"what a fool i am! to be afraid of the darkness is to be afraid of my verry being!"i laughed.
it rang off the walls.
my black cloak trailing in the water of the under ground river...
...
i cant seem to spend a second without thinking of ichigo...
his face is imprented in my mind...
his voice haunts me...
i stood and went to the viewing area...
of the window into the one room noone was aloud in...
but ichigo was there to my supprise.
he sliped on his red over his tan skin...
my heart beat loudly...
the window was a mirror...one way mirror...
and he sang so sadly as he dressed...
"why is it that you sound so sad...?"i asked...
he frose...
"i asked you a question ichigo..."i said...
using my magical voice to range it to sound god like
"is this what mother spoke about before death?...the...angel of music like when i was a child..."ichigo asked.
i played along...
"yes...ichigo...i have come...i have come to make your voice like a gods...to never let you be of the poor again..."i said..
ichigo sat up...
"please angel of music...teach me..."he begged
"i shall..."i said..
"can you...please sing for me?"he asked...ashamed..
like when i asked for a hug on my birthday.
so i sang...i will never be so crule...as to turn down his wishes...
...
and yet he could never look upon me with love...
ummmm...ok? dose it suck?is it good?
please i know i made grammical errors.
dont remind me.
first off i cant download the spell check...all my files are full.
so please dont hassle me about it...
anyways...the phantom of the opera dosnt belong to me nor dose bleach.
thank you.