Wow, I haven't been on FanFiction for a while!
There have been a number of reasons why I have been.. Removed from this website, and I sincerely apologize if anyone who have read my past works checks this out.
I scrolled through the list of High school bleach x oc stuff, and I found nada. So, I decided to write one. Why the hell not, right?
Well, actually, there are a lot of reasons as to not, but don't sweat the small stuff!
Enjoy the story!
Light cannot exist without shadow. That is a known fact, but the strangest thing is, shadow can exist without light.
If you light a candle in a dark room, there is light, but also shadow.
If you snuff it out, there is only shadow, shadow and darkness.
That is light's ultimate weakness, and ultimate demise. For once the light is taken away, the shadows rule over everything. It might feel unfair, it might feel as if nature should have made it so that shadow could not exist without light either, but nature also did something that nobody noticed, and nobody will ever notice.
Shadow also cannot live without light. Existing, however, and living, are two very different things. When light flickers, shadows dance and flare like a dark dance, not dominating but simply being itself.
Without light, shadow is still, sharp, sad, and deadly. The darkest shade of night.
Light can not exist without shadow.
Shadow can not live without light.
Existing and living, which is more important than the other? A good, plausible question that no one has ever thought to ask. The two words are too similar, too difficult to tell the difference between.
Does existing mean you are just simply there?
And does living mean breathing, your heart moving and your brain functioning?
Careful, though, when you ask this question to yourself and ponder it in your mind.
Careful not to be swallowed by the dark or the light, because at times, the dark is too deep and the light is too blinding. Neither should be more or less than the other.
Elementary, my dear Watson. The universe must exist in balance. But should I use 'live' in this instance? Or should I keep it as it is?
I see your head is spinning in circles, and for good reason. Wisdom does not give you the answer to such a complicated question.
So what does?
Experience. Experience that grants wisdom, that grants understanding, that grants sorrow and recognition and joy and frustration all at the same time.
As you walk into the night, be careful not to be swallowed, and as you walk into the day, be careful not to be swayed by dangerous illusions of utopia.
Carefulness. Walk carefully, and walk wisely, and learn, and fall, and get up again.
Begin the journey. Open the door.
You are an unlit star. But stars cannot be lit by darkness. But stars also cannot exist without darkness. Again, that word.
No matter. You may question my odd ramblings later, for you need to hurry and open the door.
Remember that stars cannot exist without darkness.
Remember that light is the only thing that can make stars blaze.
Remember.
Walk carefully.
Experience all that there is for you to see.
And above all else, may your heart and your will stay strong.
Do not break.
Eyes wide and head pounding mercilessly, she woke up.
Her wheezy, panicked, painful bursts of breath filled the room, her eyes trying to calm but still filled with terror. Hands clutching the sheets like a lifeline, her body shook, horrified by something, something that tore her mind open and made her fears feel real, feel strong and real and-
No.
Do not break.
The words reverberated in her head, and the shaking stopped. Still taking great lungfuls of air, glassy dark brown eyes stared up at the ceiling. The rise and fall of her chest slowed, and soon, all she could hear was the crickets chirping outside.
The room was dark, only a silver of moonlight peeking in through the closed curtains, and though all seemed still and calm, just another humid summer's night in the lovely Kagayami household.
But at the same time, it wasn't at all, and the girl who sat up in her bed, cool sweat running down her back and the stiff sense of fear still lingering, knew it best of all.
Taking her brown locks in one hand and gathering them together, she tied her hair quickly into a messy bun, knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep at this rate, and slid her legs over the side of the bed and lightly landed on the floor.
It made a larger creaking sound than she had expected, and she winced a little, expecting her overbearing grandfather to come crashing in at any moment. No one came through the door, and she let out a large sigh of relief.
Luck was something she had in bounds, to replace all the other little things.
Walking sneakily over to the bookshelf, she rummaged around for the small flashlight she kept for emergencies, and switched it on.
Light suddenly flashed to show the many novels tucked in the shelves, and the girl blinked for a couple seconds before her gaze adjusted to the sudden harsh light.
There was Percy Jackson, which wasn't a bad choice, considering that the humor in those books would wash away any kinds of fear, but if she laughed too loud, she was kind of scared that her grandfather would wake up due to the noise. Curse the fact that he was such a light sleeper...
The Hobbit was an old classic, and something universally loved and well received, but she couldn't get as immersed into it as other books.
Twilight was too depressing and deep to be reading to scare away nightmares, and though Magyk was a gripping fantasy, the girl just wasn't in the mood for it.
Getting on her tippy toes carefully, she shone the flashlight on the top shelf and scanned through the titles to finally see what she wanted. Taking it off the shelf and holding it out with two hands, she smiled.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. One of her personal favorites.
Making sure not to make any sound this time, she tip-toed back over to her bed, easing herself in and then covering herself up with the covers contently.
With flashlight in hand, the girl skimmed to the middle of the book, to one of her favorite chapters. The story's familiar plot twists and laughable scenes calmed her jumpy heart, and slowly, after another 10 chapters or so, she closed the book, shut off her flashlight, and went to sleep.
Light snoring filled the room, and none of the other members of the house ever realized any of the disturbance that might have occurred. The nightmare that had made her feel hunted and horrified felt like a fleeting memory.
But in reality, unlike many dreams in the world, this one was imprinted into her memory.
Over, and over again.
Do not break.
Maybe more clarity would come with the rising sun. Though light is usually the opposite of clarity.. For all the wrong reasons.
Okie dokie, hope you liked it!
And if you want to drop in a review, feel free! I don't demand reviews, though I do admit it feels very nice to see that someone wrote a review in my inbox.
Kind of like someone actually cares, you know?
The next chapter will be out sometime in January, but not February. Promise!
Yours Truly,
Allora