UPDATE: I'm going back and fixing things. Mizuki in this chapter, to me, was extremely childish and tempertantrummy. (LOL) I tried to make her more...I dont know...cool and collected, but still furious at the same time? IDK. LOL Enjoy.
I DO NOT OWN ANY BLEACH CHARACTERS, BUT I DO OWN MIZUKI AND THE PLOT LINE.
Mizuki looked out the car window trying to make sense of what just occurred.
There was a spine tingling shriek and lights shone every which-way, she did not know. Mizuki slowly opened her eyes, "What the hell?" She opened her eyes more and saw….. Herself? She crawled toward herself, what she saw surprised her. She was dead. "T-that's impossible." A chain rattled as I shook my head in disbelief. "This is all…Just a dream...Just a dream…" Mizuki says softer and softer as she tried pulling at the chain attached to her body, tears fell from her face.. Blood was still coming out of her dead corpse mouth. This sickened Mizuki and made it made her want to scream, but she couldn't because she was scared if she opened her mouth, blood would come pouring out. A strong sensation overcame her and the next thing she knew, she was in her body, barley breathing. Shallow breathes came out. The taste of a metallic substance was strong. She couldn't even speak.
Mizuki jumped as a loud thump awoken her, sweat beaded down the side of her cheek. She quickly got out of the car and stumbled inside her house. She looked at her mother expecting, smiling brightly at her. Her mother looked back and weakly smiled,
"Mizu, why don't you go to your room and sleep for a bit?" Mizuki's smile fell slightly. "What? You said you would tell me about these creatures! Your promised! I know what your doing…." Her eyes burned with anger.
"No way. Tell me, please, because your going to keep pushing this off! This is what you'll do, you'll tell me to go to sleep then when I confront you, you'll say, 'What are you talking about? Your just dreaming. Like hell." Mizuki shook her head over and over again refusing to. She tried hard to keep a calm, collected face, but something inside her seethed with anger. The more her parents push this off, the more fuel it adds to this mysterious burning sensation in her chest. A hand laid on her shoulder, and she looked up. Ulquiorra looked down at her. His eyes pleading her to rest. She shook him off and crossed her arms.
"Dad please be reasonable." Ulquiorra shook his head slightly at her childish behavior and came over to her , picking her up.
"No! I'm not playing around anymore. Ugh, put me down!" Mizuki tensed up and glared as her father grabbed her upper back and knees. Her mother started almost started and they both took her to her bedroom. They're acting like I'm crazy!
"NO." She said firmly looking them both in the eyes. Daring them both to try couldn't believe this, anger rose in her heart. She punched Ulquiorra's chest, she needed to hurt something.
"Father, put me down! Mother tell him to put me down! Mommy, please do something!" She yelled as her parents put her in her bed. She sat up furious, her eyes dilated. She grabbed her Ulquiorra's arm.
"Hey! I'm not fini-." Almost instantly as she touched his skin, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she fainted, fell to her knees, darkness crept in.
She woke up in a dark room. 'What in the world?' She thought to herself. The room started to brighten a bit. A dimmed light swung from the ceiling, the room had no windows, only cracks coming from the walls where bugs and a peek of sunlight came into the room. She got up and explored a bit. A few papers were scattered on the ground and water dripped from the ceiling causing puddles to form.
She looked down and screamed. She was wearing a dirty white gown. That wasn't why she was screaming. There was blood covering the gown. She went up to the door and tried to open it, but she couldn't. Her heart raised. 'I can't get out. Mommy? Daddy? Save me….' She thought to herself panicking, but she stayed calm.
She searched the place a little more, there is where she stumbled across a little calendar. January 21, 1819. Her eyes widened. 'How is this possible?' The door creaked opened and she carefully went up to it. The man looked at her. No. He looked like he was looking through her. He held a screaming boy about the age of 14 in his arms. 'That's around my age….' She watched the man in a docter like suit drop the boy in the room, he hit his head on the floor.
"Hey you bastard what's your problem?" She went up to the man screaming in his face. He didn't seem to see her.
"Hey I'm talkin' to you!" The man left the room and locked the door. The boy had black ink hair and emerald green eyes. She went up to the blood soaked boy, to take a closer look. A boy with inhuman emerald green eyes….. Her eyes…..
Random fact: They really did do this to people back 100+ years ago...Lets say, you had this disorder, people thought you had a disorder, thought you were just plain crazy, even if they didn't like you! They would throw you in insane asylums (just in case no one knew where she was yet.) and horribly abuse you and practice barbaric science experiments on these people. If you were lucky, they wouldn't do these experiments on you...There were no age limits on what age you would be to be in these asylums. You could be in there your whole life. Why they did this? Because they thought you were possessed by the devil. It didn't matter how small the disorder you had, they would still throw you in there. :(
I pray for these people. I was watching discovery channel and I thought, hmm... Here's a story line...
On a Happier note, Have a Merry Christmas!
You'll see a bit more of his past and why she was spazzing out :)
