Hey there Metalheads/fans of Bleach/both, I am The Layman, a good friend of Sir McMullen's. He has given me the immense honor of writing an Omake for this story (of which I am a HUGE fan), so if it sucks please don't blame him.

Disclaimer: Soul Reaper and MyDeathYourDeath are the only fictional band and belong to Sir McMullen and yours truly respectively. Their songs will be marked with an (*). Everything else is actually a real band and is worth checking out.

Second Disclaimer: These are supposed to be the personal thoughts of one person on the events of Bleached Metal: Encore, so they may be slightly different than what you read before. Just saying…

Last Disclaimer, I promise: This is only part 1; stay on the lookout for the rest of it to get the whole story.

Excerpts from the dairy of MyDeathYourDeath guitar player Yoshi Takimora…

Deathfest, Day 1.

Ohmygodohmygodohygod! I can't believe we're actually at Deathfest! I mean, our band is going to be playing with some of the biggest and most well known name in METAL! There's Arch Enemy, Killswitch Engage, Amon Amarth, Disturbed, Slipknot…not to mention Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourn, and Metallica! Freaking METALLICA! Plus all the little known and unsigned bands that got lucky enough to be in this thing. You know, like us; MyDeathYourDeath*.

Day 1, cont.

Wow, that was just…wow! If I ever had any doubts about quitting medical school, they were all erased after that last set. Arch Enemy was amazing! (Though I may be a little biased; they do have a chick on vocals who sounds like a ravenous, angry beast!) Everyone else was good to, but I particularly enjoyed the Killswitch Engage set. Seriously, "My Curse" is the closest thing you'll ever find to a true heavy metal love song. (Though if you think about it, "Not Alone" by All That Remains comes pretty close as well.)

Anyways, I'd better get something to eat before the next set. There aren't any big names playing, though Soul Reaper* sounds kind of interesting…

Day 1, cont.

Hey Diary, remember what I said before about Soul Reaper* sounding interesting? Well, they were. Very interesting. I mean they were good and all, (I really liked "I See Red"*), but it kinda looked like they were trying to steal our image; they've got a chick on lead guitar, a red head on rhythm, and a giant that put our boy Nicki to shame for size. Still, the lead singer is kind of hot. I would be disappointed that he proposed to the guitarist, but the whole thing reeks "publicity stunt" so I'm cool. Maybe I can meet him and we could get to know each other better, if you know what I mean…

Deathfest, Day 2.

Damn it! I can't believe we can't stay at Deathfest any longer! Our manager just came up and told we have to split after we play our set. And I was so looking forward to seeing the other bands too! Not to mention a certain orange headed lead singer of Soul Reaper*…

He he he…XD! (Kaylee-chan heard a rumour that there might be an actual wedding for him and that skanky guitarist, but I don't believe it.)

But anyways, we apparently have a gig in Hades (maybe it's a club or something?) in the next few days, so we have to hit the road as soon as we're done playing.

Speaking of which, Rod-kun is saying we need to decide on our set list before we go on, so I'd better stop writing until we're on the road.

Day 2, cont.

Whew! Man, that was brutal! We started out with "The Metal Anthem"* and went right into "Ten Times Ten Thousand (Metal Will Live On!)"*; that alone is at least seven minutes of continuous playing right there! After that we played "Twenty-something Failures"*, which has really complicated parts for all the band (Chester-kun even slipped a few chords during his rhythm section, but I don't think anyone but us noticed). Then we played a more mellow version of "The Great Burden (On His Back)"* before finishing up with the biggest hit of our short career, "Fallen"*.

I almost collapsed then and there, but I was able to hold it together long enough for Kaylee-chan and me to walk off the stage together. (Though with the way she was playing, I'm surprised she's able to stand even more than I am at myself! I bet she could probably give that giant from Soul Reaper* a good run for his money in a drum-off.) After that it was a mad scramble to get all our equipment loaded onto the bus and on the road to Hades, (whatever that is…).

Two days later…

"Hades" isn't a club; it's a whole freaking town dedicated entirely to Metal! I'm serious! When we arrived we stopped in front of these huge, jagged, wrought-iron gates (Very Metal.) where this guy Stan met us and explained everything. (If you gave him horns and a pitchfork he could easily pass for the classic devil.) Apparently, some shmuck got high, played Guitar Hero, and built the town. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened; I kinda spaced out a bit during the explanation.

But hey, we get a whole house to ourselves with everything a Metal band could ask for, I ain't complaining!

Later…

Holy crap; we only have an hour before our first gig! Yikes! XO Stan-sama just called told us we had an hour to prepare for our first gig here; said something about "balance". Anyways, can't talk; gotta get ready!

One hour, thirty minutes later…

Boy, was that intense; we pretty much just did the songs on our debut EP and finished up with "The Deconstruction of Misery"*. The crowd wanted an encore when finished, so we decided a song from our album Two Sides* called "Wastelands"*. For the most part I think we did OK, but I was a bit surprised when Stan-sama showed up backstage and said we did good as well. Personally, I would have been a bit more discerning, but he seems to have an open attitude about being a band.

Still, we passed, and tomorrow it's off to the next circle!

The next day…

Well, fuck.

I think that sums up our situation pretty well, don't you? Let me explain…

We got settled into our new house and all the guys immediately disappeared into sea of hot women. Apparently, bands are supposed to overcome the temptations of the flesh at this point, (And yes, I actually paid attention to Stan's explanation this time. You would too after you only had an hour to prepare for your last gig.), and ours FUBARed it big time; the next time me and Kaylee-chan saw the guys was ten minutes before our next gig and they reeked of alcohol. Chester-kun had this creepy, serene smile plastered on his face. (He was always popular with the ladies.) Needless to say, we sucked ass during the gig. Even the groupies we picked up after the last show booed us the stage! The GROUPIES!

Stan-sama didn't like it either. And this time, he and I were in perfect agreement.

One week later…

Well, I finally have a free second to take you out again, Diary, so I guess I should explain what happened after that disastrous set we played in the second ring…

When everyone had sobered after the show, someone who shall remain nameless, (*cough*Chester!*cough*), thought it would be a good idea to try and bribe Stan-sama into letting us move to the next ring.

He was promptly thrown out of Stan-sama's office and told to pass on the message that all the funds we were allotted were completely frozen until we officially made it to the next ring.

After that we all decided it was in our best interest to get jobs. You know, since we kind of needed it to keep living here and all… Rod-kun got a job emceeing all the different concert that go on around here, (Lucky bastard…), Chester works some food place or other, and I was able to find the local hospital and work part time as the head doctor (because apparently there aren't as many metal heads who know how to treat broken limbs as you might think).

Actually, Kaylee-chan and Nicki are the only ones whose jobs are still a completely mystery to me; neither of them will talk about it, and the only clue I have to go on is that Nicki says his shoulders hurt when he gets home at night. Maybe he's a roadie; he's certainly strong enough to be a pretty good one.

One month later…

Stardate, way too damn long!: God, this is sooo boring! All I get are broken limbs, concussions, loss of hearing, sore throats, and the occasional case of food poisoning. Why can't something interesting happen? (Not that I'm wishing for someone to get seriously injured or something…)

You know what? After my shift I'm going over to Stan-sama and I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind and make him advance us!

Five hours later…

Well, I did it; we're finally moving to the next ring!

Eventually…

After a very persuasive argument (and showing a little skin…) Stan-sama finally agreed to give us another gig so we can move up. Of course, it won't be until a couple months from now, but at least we have a chance! In the mean time he said he would officially recognise our band status again so we can get into clubs for free so we wouldn't get to bored waiting. None of the other guys know about this yet, and I don't plan on telling them any time soon. It'll be a nice little surprise for them when it comes around.

One month later…

Well, I went back to Stan-sama's office today to try and persuade him to let MyDeathYourDeath* move to the next ring- What? I've been seriously overworked at the hospital the last two weeks and it's starting to get really old. That may sound a bit callous, but it was the truth.

Anyways, when I got to his office he actually opened the door just as I was about to grab the handle. (It was kinda creepy…) He told me he was expecting me and invited me in. After he poured us each a cup of tea he sat down behind his desk and got right down to business. He told me that there was a band would be coming to Hades in about a week, and that he had a special job for me when they got here. (Something about making them argue a little…) I was a little sceptical at first, but I got over it once he promised me some cash and guaranteed MyDeathYourDeath* would move to the next circle afterwards.

…What? I'm not petty! I just want what's best for the band!

And cash. Cash is good too.

Alright, maybe I'm a little petty…

One week later…

Ugh! This day has been totally, utterly boring! Seriously, practically nothing has happened! The most interesting thing that happened was when some ugly little toad of a man came in with a "broken heart" and asked if I could help him mend it. With sex.

Yeah, so not going to happen. (I'm saving myself for someone special. *wink wink*)

After I deprived him of his ability to ever have children again (though I can't see why anyone would want to propagate with this guy in the first place) I got one of the male orderlies to bring him to a bed as far away from me as possible.

Seriously, that's the most interesting thing that's happened all-

Hang on, I just got a call; some guy took a shot to the nuts and passed out.

Oh, I can't wait to laugh in his face about it!

The next day…

I. Am. In. Freaking. Heaven!

Hey, you would be to if you woke up next to the lead singer of the hottest new band on the Metal scene and crush Ichigo Kurosaki!

On second thought, don't wake up next to him. You can't have him. He's mine!

But I digress… In fact, let me start at the beginning…

It wasn't until I was almost to the door of the room of the guy with the crushed nuts that I found out the guy was Soul Reaper's* lead singer Ichigo Kurosaki.

SQUEEE!

*Ahem*, With the utmost composure I grabbed a nearby guitar case and sauntered casually into the room. I introduced myself, (You know; my name, "I'll be your doctor", that sort of thing.), and I noticed he was staring at me like I'd just walked in naked or something. It didn't click until he asked about my outfit, at which point I explained that the clothes underneath my doctor's coat was what I wear on stage when MyDeathYourDeath* play. (Try to imagine a ratty sailor fuku with fishnet stockings and lace gloves. All black of course.)

After I explained my outfit I told him that we'd been here for a few months with no money and all had jobs. We talked for a little bit, (I fibbed a bit trying to play the sympathy card, but the thing about the groupies was true!), and eventually got onto the subject of the Final Trial. Rumour has it that if you pass the final trial you become the new God of Rock. (But you know how I feel about rumours…) Though I think I might have sounded a bit too eager when I told him that fact. (I mean come on! I was talking with the super-hot-and-smexy-and-totally-available-Ichigo-Kurosaki! I was bound to lose my composure eventually… And to be honest, the idea of god-hood did sound pretty sweet.)

Eventually I asked if he wanted to hear some music. He shrugged, and I decided to pull out the guitar I grabbed on the way in. When I took it out of the case we both stared at it in awe; it was a sparkling, blood red 'Flying V' with a black flaming trim.

Totally freaking cool.

Anyways, I played "The Hellion" by Judas Priest, and transitioned into "Leather Rebel". When I finally stopped playing I noticed Ichigo appeared to be in some sort of a trance. (His eyes were all spirally and everything!) I looked at the guitar, then back at him, then back at the guitar.

I didn't care whose guitar this was, I was so keeping it! (And I'm not ashamed to say that I grinned manically at the thought.)

After I was done marvelling at my new plunder, I got right down to business…if you know what I mean!

And let me tell you something…

It. Was. The. Best. Thing. In. The. Whole. Freaking. World! Nirvana, ecstasy, pure bliss, heaven, whatever label you want; it was better than all of those things combined!

But then that stupid bitch had to come and ruin it all…Sigh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be blaming her; I was the one who seduced Soul Reaper*'s lead singer from them, not the other way around.

Anyways, when I woke up the next morning I was curled up next to the absolute-freaking-god-where-the-hell-has-he-been-all-my-life?-Ichigo-Kurosaki in his hospital bed. I pulled the covers down a bit and giggled at how much I enjoyed last night. It took me a second before I noticed we had a visitor in the room and asked something like "Who's the flat midget?"

In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best thing to say, considering said "flat midget" looked about ready to bite the head off the first person that twitched. And she did, right at me! She didn't even give me a chance to put a shirt on! (Though it probably would have just gotten ripped apart in the scuffle anyways…)

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but eventually hospital security came in and broke us up, (which gave me the chance to finally get a shirt on!). They restrained me as best they could, considering I was struggling like a rabid wolverine to run after the bitch that walked in on me and Ichigo.

About ten minutes later we were all escorted into Stan-sama's office sat down next to separate walls. Stan-sama was sitting behind his desk, glaring at us like we'd just caused him to miss the big reveal on his favourite soap opera. (And for all I knew at the time, we probably did…) He told us to explain, and Rukia gulped down two shots of water before pointing an accusing finger at me and declaring that I tried to seduce her husband or something like that. I giggled in spite of the severity of the situation. (Hey, you'd chuckle too if you saw the expression on her face!)

Eventually she stopped accusing me and Stan-sama looked directly at me. He asked me if it was my fault and I reluctantly said yes. I mean I kinda was to blame, and I couldn't think of any valid reasons why I wasn't. He told me that our next gig was cancelled and that we couldn't move up for another month.

After the members of Soul Reaper* left Stan-sama turned back to me with a grin on his face that could put the Cheshire Cat to shame. He told me good job and I bowed, confirming what had just happened. Then he sat back in his chair and told me that MyDeathYourDeath* could move to the next circle whenever.

It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and down and squealing like the schoolgirl I dress as.

Later that day…

When I finally made it back to the rest of the band they were waiting for me with folded arms and sour expressions of their faces, so I had to explain to what had happened. (I figured it would be better if they heard it from me rather than the local news.) When their expressions didn't change after I finished explaining I started to get worried. It wasn't until Kaylee-chan pulled me aside and explained what happened after we left Deathfest that I began to understand. Apparently, there was a wedding between Ichigo and Rukia, practically right after we left too!

Suddenly, that "husband stealing succubus" comment she made makes perfect sense now…

Boy, did I done goof up big time or what?

Seriously though, if I'd know they were married I honestly wouldn't have tried to get into Ichigo's pants! I may be a bit of a slut sometimes, but I do have standards, lines I won't cross.

OK, the next time I see them I'm them I'm going to get on my knees and apologise until either they forgive me or I die, whichever comes first. (Personally, I'm hoping for "forgiveness"…)

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As stated before, this isn't the end. But because this grew as big as it did I'm sure you understand why it's being split up like this.

Also, it's just fun to make you guys sweat waiting for the next chapter to go up.

So, as TheLayman has explained, there will be a second part to this and hopefully it will answer some more questions. Keep the reviews coming, because I need all the help I can to make these final chapters as brutal as possible.