Title: Destiny and Its Implications
Author: Kyatsuki Ora
Notes: Happy April's Fool Day everyone!! And may you have many many more!! One-shots for all the people I promised one. All of them are Bleach-related.
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Destiny and Its Implications
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"SHIROU-CHAN!!"
Turning, the said white head smiled at the source of the noise. "Hey there, Yachiru. Do you need something?"
The pink-hair vice captain nodded seriously. "I need you to go and watch this video immediately. It's urgent."
"Of course." Taking the film from her hand, Shirou made a slight bow and flash-stepped immediately into his room in the Twelfth Division. Before putting the tape in, however, he went and got himself some ice cream. What could be so urgent? If it really was, then wouldn't Kenpachi personally tell him? Glancing at the pile of Death Note and Naruto mangas he bought in the human world, he was sorely tempted to ditch the video and start reading. But, he decided, maybe it IS really urgent. So, popping the film in, he sat down on the sofa and wait for it to play.
"Hello there." A disembodied voice said as the screen flickered to life with the words on the screen. It sounded cheery, but he couldn't place who is the owner. "This will be film that will change your life forever. So, please put down the ice cream so we won't ruin our clothes, ok?"
Apparently, whoever made the film definitely knows him. Sighing, he didn't place it down. No one can see him anyway.
"That's not nice, Shirou-san. You really need to listen to what I'm saying. Please put the ice cream down."
He did a double take, almost choking. What in the world…? Ok, so the person knows him really well then. Placing the ice cream down, Shirou waited for a second before the tape continued to say, "Thank you, Shirou-san. Now let's continue, shall we?"
"This is the first part you'll be viewing. Please pay close attention."
What happened next blew his mind. It is the anime version of Death Note, something he wanted to see for ages. Settling down on his sofa, Shirou was enjoying the show when it suddenly fizzed for a moment before switching to the last episode. Then it was fast-forwarded to the part where Light goes insane and Ryuk killed him with the death note. Shirou sat there, mouth gaping. He was so stunned that he didn't even think up a snide comment to throw at it.
Suddenly, the tape backed up to the moment where Light's face filled up the screen. A new voice started commenting. "That is the worst ending ever! I mean," A pencil drew several circles around his face, "what the hell is this?! He goes insane? Couldn't you think up a good way to kill him?! But," the voice turned thoughtful. "I suppose it's quite a fitting ending. He is quite a prude, don't you agree? The whole take over the world thing was probably baloney from the start. He probably made it up so he could have an excuse fulfill his sadistic desires. Anyway, he's dead. So let's move on with the show."
Rage flushed his cheeks. Not only had they insulted his favorite character in that series, they had just ruined the ending for him!! About to close the video, the next flashing images caught his eyes.
This time he literally tripped over the sofa and fell on it in a heap. The video was showing a Naruto clip. It was the place where Kabuto tells everyone that he has taken Orochimaru into himself and is determined to carry on his legacy. If it wasn't for the shock, he would have thrown up all over the floor. The way Kabuto's other eye look like someone just dug it out and glued it very messily onto him.
Again the obnoxious voice came back. "Ok, maybe I didn't give Light enough credit. He, at least, kept himself apart from his successors and wasn't keen on possessing them so that he could always rule the world. Orochimaru was sick, but for Kabuto to take such a bastard into himself and feel proud of it… I mean, look at the eye!" A sharpie appeared this time, drawing around the snake eye until only the iris is showing. "I think I just lost all respect for him. In the beginning, he was cool and evil. Now he's just sick and plain twisted. What happened to good plot twists?"
Not even pausing to allow time for Shirou to think, the video moved on to another clip. This time, it dealt with someone he knew, or at least heard of, in his life. Uryu Ishida. He lost all his Quincy powers when he fought Mayuri. This clip shows what happened afterwards. Ryuuken Ishida, his father, showed up and defeated the hollow that's being chasing him. After making a blatant show of power, Ryuuken shot down everything Uryu has hoped for, telling him that since he lost all his powers, he's basically worthless.
"All right," the snide voice came back, chuckling. "Uryu's absolutely one of the good characters in there that I think deserves something more, but he's pretty stupid on some stuff. Like the whole losing-his-power thing. It's kinda dumb. He could ask Orihime to use her own powers to help him except, oh no, he had to go and be all 'manly'." You could hear the quotation marks in the way she said it. "Oh well. I guess all the smart people are dumb when it comes to common sense. But the put down was amazing, don't you agree? I haven't heard quite such a chilling one until this. Anyway, how's the video? Do you like it?"
"Are you freaking serious?!" Shirou finally blew the top. He stood and pointed his finger at the TV. "You've just about insulted every flipping character that I liked and all you can say is 'do you like it?'!? I sure as hell don't!! So go and burn yourself somewhere, you bastard!!"
All the screen did in reply was to say the end. Then it flashed POST SCRIPT in neon blue and green. It flashed one more time before settling into a flat white with black dots in the middle. Despite the anger, Shirou walked over to the screen and stared at the dots. They are, in fact, words, and this is what they said. "This is your destiny, Shirou-san. Embrace your destiny…"
"'Embrace your…'" He realized that he was reading it out loud and the meaning didn't sink in until about a nanosecond later. Swiftly, he ejected the tape, lit a match, tossed it in with a can of kerosene in his backyard, and quickly stalked to find a certain pink-hair person.
"Hey there, Shirou-chan!" Yachiru shouted happily when he stalked into her office. "What's - "
"Who gave you the tape?" He cut her off and slammed his hands on the table, startling Yachiru a bit before she snapped right back.
"Oh! Tsuki-chan gave it to me. She said that you and she are making a video and she wants you to look at the final result. That's all - " Before she could finish, Shirou already flash-stepped out of her office.
"Hmm…." Yachiru's assisstant looked at the retreating figure, worried. "He looked like he was about to kill someone…"
All the vice captain did was smile even more brightly. "Oh it's all right. Shirou-chan won't do that to anyone."
"I'm not so sure…" was the reply.
Meanwhile, Shirou reached Tsuki's house and was about to blast it into oblivion when something fell on top of his head. It was an envelope addressed to him. It said:
Hey there, Shirou-san.
If you got this, it means that you've come to look for me about the video.
Unfortunately, I am required to go on an urgent trip at the moment. So I am immensely sorry at not being able to see you.
Sincerely,
Tsuki
P.S.: Look in the back.
He flipped to the back and found more words.
"Happy April's Fool Day, Shirou-san!! I hope Ryuu-san and Tori-san gets to see the result of my scheme and describe it to me one day. Oh yeah! If they haven't told you yet, my trip wasn't all that urgent. I just thought that if I don't get away for a while, I mightin mortal danger.
Ja ne"
Staring incredulously at the letter, he crumbled it, tossed it, and proceeded to destroy everything in his vincity. "I AM SO GOING TO MURDER THAT BAKA ONNA!!"
It was a while before someone came and knocked him out. Fortunately, he didn't cause quite as much damage. Tsuki's house was not touched in anyway.
Owari
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Two little cosplayers went to a video store; one burned everything and then there was one…
P.S.: (a real post script this time) If you are really, really dense, then you probably need to read this. Shirou-san is you, Connor.