Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. Rose and all other OC's in this fanfiction belong to me.
Anyway, this is my new fanfiction. I hope you like it. I will be updating fairly fast. Reviews are appreciated. Thank you.
~Rose : )
A bright blur with wild curly mahogany hair raced down the crowed sidewalks of Karakura Town. Her school uniform had been slightly adjusted to suit her. The usual grey pleated skirt had been lengthened to just above her knees, and her over jacket had been cut much like a mini-vest.
Overall, those two things were not very distracting, and the school allowed her this small pleasure of visual 'freedom of speech'.
However, Rose liked to see how far she could push that freedom without having it taken away.
Normal shoes with high black socks had been replaced with a pair of bright purple boots reaching the tops of her shins. Her leggings, a raging blue, complimented heavy blue eye shadow and nail polish.
She liked wearing a few bulky rings and bangles, and on a day like this, bells for earrings.
It was Monday; Rose always dressed well for Mondays.
Sneaking into the school minuets after the bell had rung, she gathered her things from her locker and headed to class.
No later then she had opened the door, been marked late and sat down, did the P.A system call her name.
"Rose-" it was muffled while the speaker searched for a last name, only to be disappointed. Rose had none. "Rose to the office. Rose."
But it wasn't that bad, seeing as no one else was named Rose in the entire school.
After an 'tsk-tsk' from the teacher, she left her desk and made her way down to the office.
The door shut with a jingle.
Rose walked the slow route to the main office, and open the door to meet with the principal.
"Rose, I've told you time and time again, we have a dress code at our school!"
"But, sir, I'm not really breaking any strict rules. My clothes are modest and clean."
Rose knew precisely the words of the dress code. Sure, they had a uniform, and yes, it was to be worn, but hey; she could mess with it a bit.
"A student attending karakura high school must dress modestly, and in clean, respectable clothes. The Karakura high school uniform must be worn daily, and must remain recognizable to other schools. Uniforms may be altered to suit a students self, but cannot be overly exposing or indecent."
The principal paused for a minuet, noting that she had taken the time to memorize the entire passage strait from the rulebook.
She was right, though. Rose had once again bended the rules around already existing ones and proving them to save her own butt.
"Alright. Now, back to class with you."
When reaching her destination, Rose tip toed into class, but the bells gave he away. She smiled guiltily and sat down.
A boy, who sat next to her, Nariwasha was his last name, slipped her a note.
'What's with the bells?'
She pulled out her green colored pencil and replied:
'It's Monday.'
Rather then questioning her deranged logic, Nariwasha just rolled his eyes.
The teachers' humdrum voice rolled on.
Turning her head a bit to look out the window, Rose savored how blue the sky looked; this was unusual for the second Monday back from winter break, but she was not one to complain.
It would be spring soon enough
After countless hours of class, the lunch bell rang and students raced to the cafeteria, courtyards, and out side eating areas. Others piled into cars with their friends to enjoy the most out of their daily 1-hour lunch period.
Rose paid for her lunch from the crowded cafeteria; she loved sushi and wasabi.
Looking around for her usually sparsely populated lunch table, she saw one of her good friends: Sadako, sitting with a few other people and, to her surprise, Nariwasha.
The brown haired boy had his right arm stretched around Sadakos shoulder, and Rose let out a small 'aww' as she went to sit with them.
Sadako broke the news; she and Nariwasha (whose first name turned out to be Konchi) had been dating for the past 4 weeks. Rose shared her congratulations. Lunch was eaten slowly, jokes were made and stories were shared.
That is, until Rose caught sight of Upperclassman Saka Hokague, walking across the cafeteria. Saka was a junior and a new student to the school.
He had just moved from Tokyo in early September, and already had new friends.
But his friends were people Rose would never consider talking to. It's not that they were bad people; they just were not the kind of people she would normally socialize with.
In other words, poor Saka had got him self caught up in a viscous inner circle of not-quiet jocks.
They were nice enough, though.
He sat his tray of food down at his table to fix a stray piece of black hair, which very much resembled a cowlick, sticking up from the back of his head.
After a few tries, Saka gave up.
He looked around the cafeteria before sitting down and locked eyes with Rose.
Her mischievous brown eyes gave him a wink that was not quite flirtatious, and he smiled back.
Maybe he could make some better friends.
Chatter filled the room and lasted on until the bell rang.
Moans and complaints were heard through the hallway as Rose meandered to her locker, where she gathered the rest of her things. She shuffled off to her last classes through the bustling throng of students and the occasional teacher, jingling all the way.
Slipping into her class and taking her seat by the window in Art, Rose pulled her 'works pending' notebook from her bag.
After digging through her denim bag for a box of pens and colored pencils, she found them and laid out everything neatly on the desk.
Opening her notebook, Rose pulled out a half-inked drawing of a faceless man on top of a high throne. The background was a mass of shadows and bare walls. Scanning over it, she scrunched up her face in displeasure at the way his hand gripped the end of the chair. It was too tense. She erased his hand and began to re-draw it when her pencil lead broke.
"Damn…" Muttered Rose.
She got up to use the pencil sharpener, which was inconveniently placed at the other side of the room.
At nearly the very same time, Saka had strolled into class and walked by Rose's desk. He peered at her drawing for a second and nodded in approval, then took his seat 4 desks behind rose and one to the right.
Rose had walked back slowly as to give him time to get to his seat, and to avoid an awkward conversation; the two didn't know each other that well.
He didn't even know that Rose had drawn the picture until she sat down at that desk.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
'So she's an artist…?' Thought Saka.
Art class flew by and by the time the 4th bell chimed out; Rose had nearly inked and colored most of her picture. Not that there was much to color other then some shading, eyes, and hair.
Everything else would remain white.
She packed up her things, carefully slipped the picture into her notebook, and headed off for Physical Education.
P.E had to be one of her least favorite classes, with all of the exercising. Not that she HATED it, no. She just disliked having to wear that stupid P.E uniform. It was a lose fitting white T-shirt with spandex black leggings and short-short black shorts. The teacher said it gave them a wide range of mobility, but most of the girls just thought that
Mr. Kagine was a pervert and liked looking at their asses. Rose switched out the black leggings for her blazing blue ones and laced up her black high-tops in the locker room. So her hair didn't get in the way, she braided it and put all of her jewelry and books into her locker.
Then she raced out to the gym for stretching and the usual 5 laps around the back parking lot.
After all that was done, they got into teams of 6 and played soccer for the rest of the class.
High-fiveing a teammate, Rose retried to the locker room to change into her normal clothes and walk home.
As the last bell of the day rung, she got the rest of her books and bag from her locker, swiped on a fresh layer of eye shadow and headed out.
Hundreds of students crowed though the schools doors and dispersed outside.
Rose walked the long way home.
The sun was sinking lower in the sky, as it always did in winter.
Traffic moved sluggishly, winding it's way across busy intersections, and jaywalkers leapt at any chance.
Crossing a crosswalk, she took a right and headed down a less crowed street. Honking car horns, angry pedestrians, and every day noise blended into the background as Rose turned up her ipod and hummed along to one of her favorite songs.
"I got a pocket,
Got a pocket full of sunshine
I got a love and I know that it's all mine
Oh, woah
Do what you want,
But your never gonna break me,
Sticks and stone are never gonna shake me
No, oh"
Turning another corner, Rose smiled at a passing taxi driver.
"There's a place that I go
That nobody knows
Where the rivers flow
And I call it home
And there's no more lies
And the darkness is light
And nobody cries
There's only butterflies"
Just as she was about to step out into the street and into the path of a speeding car (when Rose listens to music, she never notices these things), a cold hand shot out and pulled her back. As she was looking up when she was pulled, the car raced by. She yanked her Ipod out and spun around to look for whoever had just saved her, but Rose's eyes met empty air.
She glanced around franticly and settled upon the notion that she had slipped backwards; no one had pulled her away.
Rose put her ipod in her pocket and walked the rest of the way home in edgy silence.
The key to her cold, lonely apartment slickly opened the door. She took off her shoes, shut it behind her and dumped her things in the living room.
She raced up stairs to change into her Pajamas, not caring if sleep was many hours away.
After she ate dinner and finished her homework, Rose gathered all of her drawings, pencils and pens and laid them out on her bed. She put all of her finished pieces into a hardback folder, and everything that wasn't done into another hardback folder.
Then, she raced down to the living room and lugged a heavy stack of printing paper up to her room.
Rose drew furiously. She drew pictures of large deserts with brittle trees, pictures of huge white castles, faceless beasts with huge black bodies. They didn't take up much of a shape; they looked like blobs.
After a while, she checked the clock: 12:09 am.
Rose put down her pencil and stretched.
She stared at her drawings for a few minuets and yawned.
She failed to notice an eerie presence creeping into her room.
Not until her own rebelling Spiritual pressure noticed for her.
A sickening feeling boiled up from the bottom of her gut. The air grew heavy, and she struggled to keep her spiritual pressure down.
Her breathing was labored; Rose had thought she'd hid it considerably well.
She'd known all along what those blob-things in her drawings were, but she never knew what they were called. Rose only knew they were almost constantly after her, that they hungered for humans with huge spiritual pressure. But it wasn't all her own. Most of it was made up of the pressure of those blob-things. It seemed that whenever they got close, her spiritual pressure would steal some of the invaders.
The invading force vanished just as fast as it had appeared, and her spiritual pressure plummeted back down to normal level.
Rose caught her breath, put her drawings away in her book and packed her bag for school.
She turned off the lights and fell into a night of restless sleep.
As dreams of endless deserts reigned hell on her sleeping mind, Rose had no idea that the drawing of a faceless man in a high white chair was not just a child of her twisted imagination.
The real man, whose face was cold and eyes were sharp, sat in his throne, high above the world.
He looked down at the world Rose knew though a small screen, judging her actions.
Hers was a fate he couldn't see, her end was a long time off and she had a part to play in this war, a war between Death God and Hollow.
But he could not tell which role was hers.
The man with cold eyes rested his chin on his hand, and let out a small chuckle of triumph.
"I found you, Rose."