Hello again. This is the second chapter of my weird songfic and I'm not proud of this story as a whole.:/ Oh well, I tried.
Disclaimer: I own nothing(forgot to put that last time)
Rated T for language, blood, and mature content
11:Shine On by P.O.D
Bleach
Renji you have no idea just how important to me you are. I'm not one to voice my feelings but I feel like I should since I myself don't make it clear enough. You were the only one I have ever confided on back then and even now those feelings never wither. But I was bad to you; I left you although you were the one who suggested it, insisting that it was the best for me and it was what I deserved. I didn't know what to do so what you had said was just meant to be a suggestion that seemed to be a final option but it was only because I was at such a torn I would do anything to get past it; over and dealt with. I didn't realized what I had lost until the next day when I hadn't woken up in a tree. I wasn't able to keep my promise to you and I longed to be at your side like before when we were kids…I really really missed you. I hope it gets through your head because I won't repeat myself. Don't laugh! Don't think so lowly or high of me. I'm just like you so I don't like to be compared to something more than you. Yes, I know that you think of me as a star; you spilled it out one night when you were drunk. I don't see why you would use a star as a comparison, it just makes no sense to me. If being a stupid star means abandoning the things most precious to me then I'd rather be a mutt and if not that then nothing at all. However, if being a star would allow me and you happiness in each other's presence then would you care to take my hand?
12:Chop Suey by System Of A Down
South Park
Kenny McCormick never had the decision to end his life; he could never stay dead yet when would die, he would only awaken again in is bed staring at chipping lead on the ceiling. He was doomed to aimlessly go about and roam his small mountain town, a drained out life indeed, with his oblivious friends and family. Slowly, agonizingly awaiting death was a daily routine. Nothing new. Nothing would break or even crack this ruthless cycle and nothing would change…it's exactly that which drove Kenny so fucking nuts! Everyday crept and crawled and clawed to slow seconds that could just be the end then beginning to the young boy's countless lives. And in between these times, he'd be drifted, pulled even, back and forth, from Heaven to Hell. But there were occasions in which none of the two accept him but instead dump him to the earth's soil as a lone spirit despite the countless others around. This hurt the most because after his violent deaths and the umpteenth time his friends would yell "Oh my God they killed Kenny!" followed by a "You bastards!" EVERYONE would carry on like nothing, like no little boy was killed by Michael Jackson or stamped to death. He doesn't want this! Why him out of billions and billions of fucking people! And out of those people why at least couldn't there be one person who would remember he died yesterday and today! Why did the heavens love to torture his poor soul and why were the depths of hell so passive of him? Well they should see for themselves what it means to suffer. Fuck them; the gods, the demons and the devils, the angels. All of them. The poor demented soul of the little boy that goes by name of Kenny McCormick could only lash out at the sky which hanged above him serving as the earth's chandelier and for all he knows could topple over him. Then without a response, no acknowledgement whatsoever, he would break down into his gloved hands as flesh began to rot.
13:Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes
Bleach
The taste of battle still lingered on my lips and I savor that sweet and salty taste. I lick at my blood drenched mouth and realize the new mixture added to my blood. Huh, a new taste thanks to that Espada. I'm able to tell the difference between my blood and everyone else's. I could also distinguish sweat. I love the way these fights play out in the end. Everyone should know that's how I am. Captain of squad 11, Kenpachi Zaraki is a ravenous monster who looks for comfort in war. The look in my eyes say-no-bark it all! The shimmer that glows within scares everyone shitlessly and it pisses me off that they're such weak fools. But when I do find myself a good fight I tend relish into it, drink it all in as if I was a famished beast. I work myself off and still have the energy to continue to fight, not to win. For this kind of thing winning is the last thing on my mind and all there is to it is the resolve I made up: fight to my heart's content. Sure my senses are fucked up but I don't give a shit what others say about me. I'd rather they keep it to themselves if the know what's good for them. I toss away all of my "humane" senses such as pain and wariness and grin at my enemy who is my new play buddy. I'm just enjoying myself while I cut this guy up.
14:Fuzz by MUCC
Bleach
Leaking out onto the hallway, the yellow glow from the room never seems to waver and there are no signs of it becoming stronger. It's was a perfect little light as I recall. I crept to the door and peeked into the room where a soft flow of words became clearer and loud enough for me to hear. The love of my life sat on a rocking chair, all three of our children fast asleep in her arms and I chuckled at the sight of my boy who was slowly slipping down her lap. And then it comes without mercy…I'm pulled away from the image and the wonderful little light. A soundless scream escapes me or at least that's what it sounds like because a scream shatters my world. I recognize the scream as being my wife. Then I wake up in my half empty bed the other side without a wife. I've had this reoccurring dream, nightmare perhaps, since Masaki died and I really want to get rid of it. That scream is so frightening I can't help but think of the countless ways she could have been killed, all leading up to that scream. However in my bed I recall the image. The beautiful portrait which, as well, never leaves my mind; which never dies. In my bed, I can't help but start to long to hear that song once more, in my ear and end up wishes she would come back to us. And then, I remind myself of how good I must have had it even though it was short lived. That soft lullaby is the source of comfort that I keep dear to. My song bird is gone now but her song still lives stronger than ever in my memories and heart.
15:Kesenai Tsumi by Nana Kitade
Bleach
The sight of Ichigo's battered muscular body caused Orihime's chest to hurt in an impossible way. She knew that there was no ending these constant battles that conjured at almost any given moment. At every turn of their lives there was always something that set an ominous setting. It's because Ichigo's a fighter. So there would always be fights looking for him or he would look for them. Back then, when they were 16, she thought that that was it; locking away Aizen and tossing all the supposed betrayals with the negative feelings brought upon. No, that wasn't the end of it. There was no erasing the past and the inevitable faults that came once in a while. The wounds screamed out their existence but she brushed it off and commenced on the healing process. The bruises and gashes on her love's tan body retreated. Ah, it's just like this; that shadow that lingers above them can be chased away despite everything they have done that was considered bad. A particular cut caught her sight on Ichigo's face. She cupped the other side of his face with her small peachy hand and brought her lips to meet the red cut. Strange enough she felt is face heat up as she hugged him and he too returned the gesture. Right then and there she concluded that if she believed hard enough and held onto her hopes than she and Ichigo would in fact be forever happy despite their sins.
16:Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers
TMNT and South Park
If only people understood why the need to drink heavily was necessary and why it had worsened over the years. If only that had happened then maybe Raphael would open up with just a few words or would give simple hints but instead he's usually found on a white satin bed, stomach pumped. There were no signs of his drinking lightening up much less ending even with the help of people. His friends and family worried about him and each individual made only one attempt to help, no second or third attempts as they had found excuses such as Raph's stubbornness pushing them away. What they didn't think of is the why he needed to get wasted. Sadness and loneliness were the obvious answers but no one thought that would be his problem since his persona was strong and blunt. But also, then they would have to find out as to why he was so sad and lonely. It could be anything, knowing how much the terrapin family have been through. Narrowing down the results is painstaking and even if that were to happen it was too much to handle. Then they would give up, put the blame on Raph since he kept to himself and get on with their own lives. "Not like I give a shit" was his infamous line that would only cause the other person to tremble in anger. The patience is cut as he gives them the finger to everyone, then when the night comes and he's running on that poisonous beverage nobody's there anymore. Slurred cries of help go by ignored and unnoticed. If only someone knew what it was like then maybe, just maybe, Raph wouldn't be so lonely.
Dying repeatedly was awful so Kenny would bury himself in his thoughts and dreams of what-ifs, of busty girls, and of happiness. He yearn so much for happiness so it became a habit to watch other people be happy. You might say he was content with it and he would sleep soundlessly and picture himself with that kind of happiness he wasn't allowed to have. Aside from that he found pleasure and satisfaction whenever he got high or whenever he masturbated. It was the closest thing he could find that made him feel good and would get his mind off of death. It was crucial for him to do this since it avoided him from being a faggy goth. Masturbation and drugs acted like a life support for this doomed eight year old but it was good enough for him and it was all he was going to get. And if he didn't get it he'd fight for it; it's his only escape…and said escape is yet again Kenny's cause of death.
17:Dead Memories by Slipknot
Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni
The laugh echoes throughout the black countless tunnels that lead to who knows where. Every dark corner is penetrated by this insane laugh that managed to escape me. Blood drips to the dirty tiled floor forming small but growing puddles and with each tiny inaudible splash comes the illusion of someone lamming at my head from the inside. The room reeks although there's a fresh corpse in front of me. Satoko's eyes are red and bulging out of their sockets. My sister whimpers pathetically for someone like this damn brat. Ah, it's so lovely and lively! Yes it is and I don't care if no one else thinks so! All that matters is that everyone I despise for making Satoshi-kun disappear is dead! That's it, that's what I want, that's how it should end for them without dignity and mercy.
I gave into it…
My time is running out; in a matter of a few days I'll be caught for sure. I won't be able to keep up my sister's façade. But I'm not done and I won't allow myself to be caught only until after everyone I want to kill is dead for sure. I won't allow it. That small part of me that still longs for Satoshi-kun, that's still in love, lives surrounded by my back chrome heart…But he's long gone now and although I've accept it, I cannot continue my life without some sort of closure. Something had to be done because the police weren't going to do much and I put myself in the middle thus making the decision and last resolve to kill…for Satoshi-kun…Yes for him only…look at what I've become, engulfed in hate provided by a demon and driven by love for a dead fragment.
…to the demon.
18:Grief and Sorrow composed from Naruto Original Soundtrack III
Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni
Oh, Hanyu is crying again…for me. When is she not? She seen me die right in front of her countless times already yet she can never accustom to it. She can't help herself; she cares too deeply for me, not because she won't be allowed to live. I care for her too that's why I try to stay alive so that we can relish life to the fullest and live each piece of it beyond the date of June 1983. I pled for forgiveness, however, it doesn't lessen the fact I have failed yet again nor does the guilt go. But I do not cry for if I do it would only show weakness and would only exaggerate my failure that would be a slap to my face. I don't cry because Hanyu is still crying. My eyes sting but are kept wide open so that the tears wouldn't fall, I'm suffocating as my throat goes dry all the while I hold back with some strength as the rest would be used so as I do not scream. Invisible tears fall, unnoticed, softening the night and the view above being a dark twisted smirk. Whimpers escape Hanyu and I mentally smile. At this moment, the saddest sound sounds so beautiful to me almost like a blessing and a sign. Perhaps I'm being delusional; however, I could care less about it. Yes it sounds beautiful to me because I'm the one with a knife brought to my bare flesh. Don't hold back Hanyu, I-.
19:In The End by Linkin Park
Elfen Lied
I ask myself who can ever come to understand me much less like me without any judgment to back away from me. I was lucky enough that this one person did come anywhere near me but I drove him away all because of a misunderstanding that I caused. That's how I ended up walled in by steel; the outside world sealed away from me and along with it the clouds and my innocence. Time stretches and I long for some kind of freedom, anything at all even death. I got the chance though, a small opportunity opened for me that I did not allowed it to escape. For a second time in my life I experienced and savored the aftermath of my rage. Kurama will pay for what he's done to me, acting like it was for the great of good; for humanity. I'll show him. But just when I'm at my highest point, I'm brought down and swallowed in confusion… but then time yet again does not wait is the bitter truth but maybe I overlooked something. Fate. I heard it somewhere. That invisible thing brought me to the hands of the nicest people and my first love. I'm happy for this but I know that it can't last since misfortune follows me…I don't care! If fate brought me here to only take me away then I'll change it! I could do it also! I won't go down and let myself suffer again. I'll go through Hell and have the worst of the worst happen to me if it could let me continue life with Kouta. But I can't, he knows now… fine then. If I was never meant to be happy then so be it but I'm not going to just forget them and their kindness and let them be killed just because of my interaction. No, I won't allow it. I'll protect Kouta and fight for his happiness instead. I'll try and prevail for him because I no longer matter. He's the most important thing to me right now and will always be.
20:Let's Fighting Love from Good Times With Weapons
South Park
Whoosh, whoosh goes the nunchaku, then Sais, then the ninja stars. Clank the impact of the katana is strong against the tonfas. The sickles catch Kenny off guard and Cartman retaliates (?) with a swift hit of his powers at Clyde for being an asshole. A nunchaku hits Black Chaku in the forearm before it can hit anything critical. Thank God it didn't hit his balls, most important and vital thing…and so is love.