An Evil, Silver, Teasing Fox
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! Unfortunately…
Well here's number two, enjoy and review too please! So far this is really fun to write! I love it! Hopefully you love too read it!
A groan came from a young girl who lied pitifully on the yellow dirt. She had pajamas on and she was left unnoticed and untouched. Her eyes slowly began to open, revealing dark onyx pupils that were drowned of their spirit. Her eyes began to open as she struggled to get up into a sitting position. Her shoulder length, brick red hair with artificial grey tips was messily displayed. She let out a pathetic whimper as she attempted to remember what had happened to her. Only a few things came to her. The name Kaien Shiba, a car, blood, math, and many other things flooded to her. But she couldn't remember anything about… her.
Her age? Nothing.
Her name? Nothing.
What her name was, she didn't know. She didn't recall her friends, parents, if she had any, relatives, and pretty much any personal information she couldn't think of.
She looked around in pure horror. She saw a few stands with people in ragged kimonos who were selling food, water, and other necessities. There were many people who walked up and down the area, stopping in front of the multiple stands and buying the items.
She was confused, not knowing her name; she didn't know what to call herself.
She struggled to stand, just as she had struggled to sit up. She fell over and over and over again. For a second, she wondered if the people around her were like zombies. Not noticing her plain existence. For that reason she didn't like them. Her eyes held defiance and anger.
Successfully standing, she decided to walk around to get used to using her numb feet and to examine the place she was in now. Maybe someone would answer her questions, which was unlikely.
Pushing her body up she wobbled a bit then stood upright and walked on ahead. A grim line was set upon her lips, disappointed. Sighting a few grown-ups approaching her, she quickly side stepped to get out of their way. Then she tripped on what she was sure to be a foot. She let out a small grunt as her frail body collided with the ground. Her eyes were blank but she scowled hostilely.
"You should watch where you're going damned kid!"
The unnamed girl just gritted her teeth and stood. What could she do anyway? Kick and scream? She was weak and helpless. For gods sakes she didn't even know her own forsaken name. She trudged on without giving a second glance.
"Too bad Kyun, the girl didn't cry like you wanted."
"Keh, whatever! She was just a little bitch! She's probably gonna get eaten by a Hollow anyway!"
The sound of their ugly laughter ran out in the hair. Those words sent jabs to her pride even if she didn't know what some of them meant. Trembling in fury, she kicked a small rock, but the only thing she heard was a shout from someone in the distance.
"You shitty brats! Get back here with my water!!"
An old, cranky, skin and boned man appeared, carrying a large, wooden club. He waved it around crazily in an outraged motion. It looked like things like this happened often, seeing the fact that no one tried to do anything about it. They just stared or sighed and shook their heads ruefully. Some even laughed out loud as she old man continued to scream and yell.
Then she saw the kids carrying jugs of water in their hands, holding as many as they could take. They wore ripped and dirty kimonos and were bare footed like most of the people around her.
At that moment, she decided to step in. Giving the fiercest look she could muster she shouted, "Why don't you just let them have the water you dirty old fool!"
He looked down at the red head who dared to come near him. He gave a low growl which made her step back a bit. The children who held the big wooden jugs stared and signaled each other to run. She grumbled as the kids ran. "No thank you at all," she thought sarcastically.
"Brat, don't get in my way!!"
He raised his club to prove his point. Said red head raised her hands in a crossed motion for defense. The club fell down on her arms in contact. They began to sting in pain and felt sore. She fell to the floor and the old man raced after the kids who ran cowardly. Large bruises started to form. The skin was already a light blue or green. Rubbing her arms, she stood again, wondering why she bothered if she was just going to be knocked down over and over.
She shivered as night fell. The air was now tremendously chilly. She was still rubbing her arms which were now cold and sore. She never knew how harsh death could be. She decided that the place she was currently in was not heaven. From the blood and car, she assumed that she was dead. From the stories she could remember, heaven was a beautiful place while hell was horrible and, well, hell. She concluded that she was officially in hell.
She glared down and saw a run down, abandoned store of some sort and rushed off as fast as her bare feet could take her.
Her eyes fell in dissatisfaction. The place seemed to be about to collapse in any second. A puff of air came from her mouth, visible in the cold air. She was almost positive that rings were under her unsightly eyes from the stress of the day. Under her breath, she cursed Kaien Shiba, for bringing her into this terrible world.
Taking a seat in front of the shack, she laid her head on her knees and her hurt arms fell limp to her sides. She took long and harsh breathes. She could almost swear that her lungs were frozen. Her mind was about to fall into darkness.
"Henry, oh my god, look! It's a little girl, hurry before she dies!"
"Ironic…" she thought.
"Please child, don't die yet!" The woman panicked.
She gave into the strangely comforting murkiness that soon consumed her mind into a thoughtless sleep.
It felt like only an hour had passed when she finally awoke. Her forehead held a bit of weight and it felt cook. Completely opening her eyes, she reached to take off the towel on her head with her good hand when a voice interrupted.
"Ah, you're awake! You shouldn't take that off! You have an incredibly high fever!
She shook her head in refusal and sat up, unable to find her voice at the moment. Her feet reached the freezing floor. The woman at the door looked to be in her late twenties.
"Don't strain yourself!"
She ran over and tried to stop the red head but the stubbornly and weakly struggled. At last, the lady got her to stay put and went off to make some tea.
She glanced around and noted that the room was pretty run down but it was considered high-quality standards.
The lady and some man appeared in the doorway. "Oh Henry did you get the kimono for the child?"
"Yes Flora. I have the kimono dear."
"Good now shoo!"
The lady pushed the man out the door and then turned to face her. "Ah, as you can probably tell, I'm Flora and the other man is Henry, my husband. First I think you should have some tea and can I ask for your name?" Flora asked kindly.
She reached for the tea and sipped a bit. "I don't remember my name," she whispered almost silently.
Flora stared wide eyed and shocked. The child just looked down and placed the tea back into the lady's hands.
Flora glanced at her sympathetically. Grabbing the kimono in her hands, Flora told her to stand up.
Flora helped strip the girl of her pajamas and assisted her on putting on a kimono. The kimono was very simple. It was an ugly shade of dirty blue and the obi was the shade of grey. Flora smiled happily while holding the pajamas in her hands.
Turning around to face Flora, she said, "Thank you lady, it's nice, but can you keep my old clothes?" She asked her voice louder.
Flora blinked than gave a brilliant smile. "Of course."
"Henry, you can come in now!"
Henry came in with a smile on his face. He had strangely neat, dirty blonde hair and emerald colored eyes.
"Finally. The child looks nice in the kimono."
Her eyes pierced in a rude glare as she said, "I'm not a child."
Ignoring the young girl, the two talked while she sat, glaring at the people in front of her. Henry stepped out of the room once more as the lady and she were left to themselves again.
"Well child, I think you don't know about Soul Society do you?"
Seeing her perplexed gaze, she smiled and began to explain.
"Hmm, where to start then. Well, right now you're in Rukongai District 68. There are two parts of Soul Society, Rukongai, where new spirits stay and Seireitai, where Soul Reapers roam. Shinigami go to the Human World to purify Hollows and send souls here. Rukongai is ranked by numbers. The lowest numbered districts are the most peaceful and the higher numbered districts are more, well, you can imagine. Now lastly, Hollows are monsters that eat souls."
She nodded as Flora stood. Flora then grabbed her hand and led her outside. "Would you mind if I showed you around?"
She just shook her head and said, "Naw."
Flora giggled at her way of speaking and they walked around to different stores and areas. She spotted many abandoned kids running around with store owners chasing them.
Flora tightly held her hand as disheveled men passed her. Eventually they met up with Henry who had bought some bread. Splitting it up, everyone in the group got some.
She nibbled on the bread as she whipped her head around.
"Henry, should we show her the wall?"
"Sure, the wall is very important."
Henry grabbed her other hand and grinned down at the girl who held her bread with her mouth and was wearing a big frown and glaring.
Henry and Flora then exploded in fits of laughter while the red head glared baffled at the reactions of the two adults who laughed even harder.
That's when they came upon the wall. It was amazingly tall and wide. Over it she could see a temple of some sort.
"That's Seireitai. The Shinigami live there. They're very wealthy. You could become a Shinigami too."
"Sugoi," she whispered.
Her eyes lifted up to lock gazes with Flora whose eyes shined with pure kindness.
Flora and Henry dragged her back home. Her mind was clouded with all the information she received. Then one thing popped into her mind that she should become a Shinigami. They go to the Human World as Flora said and since souls come from that place; she has to go there and to go there she has to be a Shinigami.
When they got back "home" the red head laid down on the futon and looked to where Flora and Henry were going. They turned around and smiled brightly at the girl who was on the floor.
"Ah, well I told Henry about how you forgot you name and well, we decided to give you a temporary one."
She snapped up into a sitting position and stared intensely at the two grown ups across from her.
"Eh, so?" She asked.
"We're going to call you Takara-chan from now on, at least temporarily!"
Takara… that was her name now. She felt oddly happy even though she didn't show it.
Wah so now she's Takara! Next chapter well…
Takara: No! You can't tell them what's going to happen! Well see ya, go do something now!
Sorry for my rude friend, bye now!
