Thank you Arkane Whispers for your review! I tried my best to remove grammatical mistakes foim these two chapters. Also I'm no good with Japanese ;) just a little study of my own and wiki to help me out.

Hi! This is my first fanfic so no flames! Constructive criticism will be appreciated. I don't own any bleach characters accept Abari Akane and other OOC which I will be adding in time. To give you an idea Akane seems a lot like renji though with a little softening of facial features as that of a woman, has gold color eyes and pale yellow colored flecks. Is about 5'6 in height. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: End...?part1

Everything sounds so dull, like listening through several layers of water, words mixing, creating a jumble of noises. No idea of time, but certainly... it should be late afternoon...?

Suddenly a loud thunder roars, challenging any one for its might. Shaking and trying to establish fear in anyone's heart. I shook violently, not for the first time and certainly not the last. I closed my eyes hoping, praying it to be unreal.

(This morning)

...RAI!...

...ARAI!

"ABARI AKANE! Get up this instant!" Wam! Suddenly a book slapped on the side of my desk waking me up in an instant. I got up with the speed that everything became blurry and my head started hurting. I have to clutch the table for support and not to embarrass myself more in front of the class. Giggling and snickers can be heard from all directions. Now I have embarrassed myself in front of the whole class! I blushed a little. "This is two days in a row that I caught you sleeping in the class! What is the problem? If this continues then you will be lagging behind! Do you have to say something for yourself?" My history sensei said fuming. "..." "Well say something!" "...this will not happen again sensei"I declared with full conviction though inside I wasn't feeling even a bit of it. "See that it won't, we are currently studying a very important historical note. I don't want you to miss it. Pay attention" she said softly with almost all of the anger gone, she isn't a sweet teacher without any reason after all. "...yes mam"

Ding dong ding. "That will be all for now class". Everyone stood up and said in chorous (AN: please correct me if I'm wrong). "Arigato gozaimasu"(formal way if saying thanks). Suddenly a hand slapped on my back. "Woo! Now sensei has eyes on you. Better not slack off again." My friend Ping remarked, hint of tease in her voice with a hint of amusement in eyes. "Wakatte iru"(I know) I said my voice somewhat dimmed. "Daijōbu desu ka?"(are you all right?) Said my friend, concern clear in her voice. "Anshin shi the man demo nai"(dont worry its nothing). Chichi(dad) and haha(mom) were away to meet some relatives in adjacent village. It takes 10 hours to reach and they will probably be staying for a week. Then they will be back in 8-9 days. I will pray to kami(god) that nothing bad happens to them. There welfare was eating me away slowly because bandit attack travelers frequently.

Boom! Another loud thunder shook me out of my trance. Giving only for a moment but quite cleared view of my surroundings. Though the storm hasn't been able to create darkness of midnight but the light was dulled enough to create the problem with one reading or writing. The bleak light igniting negative emotions in all the standby watchers.

People were standing around me but weren't able to sooth me. I wasn't mad at them but still would have been good to have a warm hand around you. Another loud thunder roared above and something reflected its light, a..chain...? Attach to my chest swaying with each rise and fall.

"So young...","...blame the fate...","...very cruel". Several whispers among others mingling the result being nothing intelligent. But my focus is on what was me...or..left...of me? a little while ago. Blood was gushing out of (my?) head and left leg, torn at two places on knee and ankle due to the fall from two stories above with my brother. He is currently alive and is at medics his treatment on way.

Another thunder, white bones in sight untainted by the blood which is being washed away by the heavy downpour to the nearest hole on pavement. Every time the light strikes, it tells nothing but the truth. After all death is hardly beautiful.

The silence which cannot be compared or imitated for sleeping.

Which was being told by the parents to their children who were unfortunate enough to be the witness for this gruesome scene. Their fragile minds unable to grasp the concept of death.

AN: Thank you for reading. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Your revwies are always welcomed. It is what which keeps the author motivated to continue writing.