Author's note: So I'm back! Yes, this is a new installment of 'When Five Fell' so just be happy. I know I haven't updated in a while, so try not to kill me. Okay, literally. I do have a good reason. I SWEAR. So, I'm back in school. I have AP classes and Honors English; I just got done with a shitload of drama, so I've been busy. I really have been thinking about my stories, and I do have time, so I thought why not.
I'm sorry, when getting into the college of your dreams seems like a first priority, you kind of shove everything else aside. It's hard keeping a good education while trying to maintain a social life.
Important: I might be deleting Romance of Dance. Honestly, it's not attracting a lot of attention, so I might just not work on it anymore.
So a lot of you reviewers have been asking me to modify chapters so that the boys get a happy ending. The whole point of this story is to express their feelings for a certain girl, which has been revealed numerous times already in the story so far. Sorry fan girls, I am NOT going to modify chapters – just because I'm lazy, and that's not how the story is going to go.
So let's get this story going!
Chapter 4:
Hisagi's story:
I strummed the smooth, thin, and delicate strings of my acoustic guitar. It felt good, playing it. It gave me comfort and some sort of peace in my mind. I'm in music class, and it's a new course, and I did want to learn how to play the guitar better, so I signed up.
Then, I felt a delicate tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a small girl who slightly smiled at me.
"Is this the music class?" She asked me, and of course, I didn't speak. Stuttering was not attractive in the college world. I saw her reach behind her shoulder and hook her small fingers under a strap that was across her shoulder. I looked down and saw she also had a guitar with her.
"Yes, it is. You play the guitar too?" I asked as she smiled and nodded and stroked the neck of her pure white guitar with a few multicolored butterflies on it. She probably painted them on herself.
"Yeah, I also sing too, is that seat taken?" She asked as she pointed a finger to the empty seat next to me with my blue thin backpack on it. I looked at it and smiled.
"Unfortunately it is." She shrugged her shoulders and gave me a simple smile.
"Someone special?" She asked and I nodded as gripped the handle of my backpack.
"Yeah, my backpack's really love in me, follows me everywhere. I can't go anywhere here without it being on my back." I took my backpack off and dropped it between my open legs and gestured for her to sit. She slipped her out her phone as she sat down. Her phone vibrated on her thigh as she sifted through her own bag and pulled out a binder.
I looked over on her phone screen and saw Renji Abarai on her screen. I knew him; he was a pretty cool kid.
I saw a lavender painted nail tap on her screen as she tapped the screen to respond to his text and she laughed as she replied quickly.
"So, what's your name mysterious?" She asked me with a coy smile and I let a wry smile drop onto my lips.
"Shuuhei, Shuuhei Hisagi." I said and smiled and strummed a string of her guitar too while looking at me.
"It's nice to meet you." She said as the teacher started calling on people to showcase their musical talent.
That's how it all began.
(Imaginary line break)
She poked my cheek as I had a hand slapped over my eyes, I was tired. I went to a party last night and gotten drunk.
"What's your tattoo mean?" She asked, I knew what she was talking about. It a tattoo of '69'.
"It means the number 69, just how it is." I responded and she laughed, I looked down and saw that her chest was practically in my gaze. She didn't have a lot, but the smoked navy v-neck enhanced her small bust, I could see a glimpse of her black lace bra.
"Are you sure it isn't a sex symbol?" She asked and I almost choked and I doubled over in my seat as she settled back on sitting on her legs.
I looked over and glared at her.
"No, it's not, my father had the same tattoo, I look up to him. When I turned sixteen, I got it." She tilted her head to the side and she raised a brow.
"I'll believe that, for now." As I turned my head, ready to give a snarky response, I saw she was working on the worksheet our teacher had given us. Rolling my eyes at her, I started working on it as well.
After class, I stopped her and handed her a green slip. She briefly glanced at it and arched a brow.
"All it says is about a local restaurant." She responded and I put a hand behind my head and scratched my scalp.
"I have gigs there about twice a week; you should come check it out." I guess that was my first attempt of really trying to talk to her. I mean, why not? She was kind of cute I guess, and I wanted more people to check me out. The more people that checked out, the more money I got. I mean, I attracted a huge crowd every single gig, but I just decided to advertise.
"Alright then, maybe I will. See you later!" She said as she walked off and when she was away, I secretly smiled in triumph.
(Imaginary line break)
"Thanks you guys for coming out today, I really appreciate it." My lips curled into a smile in the microphone and I looked up and saw her clapping along with the whole audience at the assorted tables in the restaurant. She grasped her Diet Coke and took a sip out of it as she smiled at me. Tipping her glass towards me a little, the ice cubes made a small clink, her left leg crossed over her right knee. She was wearing dark denim skinny jeans with a white scoop neck shirt that showed off the purple tank top under it.
I pulled the strap of my guitar over my shoulder and made my way towards her.
"So, what do you think of my performance this time?" I ask as she gestures for me to sit down and take a sip of the preordered Coke.
"Just as I said last week, I liked it. You're a pretty good singer and guitarist." She compliments as she runs fingers through her hair and they glimmer in the dim lighting.
"Don't you ever have anything negative to say about my performances?" I ask as I take a small gulp of my drink, she looks at me out of the corner of her eye and closes her eyes and smirks.
"You hesitate a little bit sometimes, and it kind of breaks the flow. Though, from what I observe," She got up and grabbed her bag. "You're usually staring at a girl when you do. Come on, let's go." I quickly swallowed my drink and grabbed my items. She was right. I did hesitate, my eyes searching in the crowd for a girl. Not just any girl, just for her, the one who was right next to me at this moment.
I put my hands in my leather jacket and we walked out of the small little restaurant that hosts my show every week.
"Don't you do any gigs?" I ask her as she absent mindedly texts on her phone and she puts her phone away.
"I do shows, not musical gigs. I'm a dancer as well. Don't you ever see me walking around campus with that huge bag that carries all of my dancing clothes in it?" She points out and I do see her lug around that huge bag that comfortably hits against her legs regularly as she walks into music class.
"Where do you do your dance shows?" I ask, wondering if it's a public event so that I could maybe try to support her one day like she has been for me.
"Anywhere and everywhere, my next show is actually in the auditorium here at the University." She says and I raise an eyebrow.
"Is it a public show?" I ask and she smiles and whips out a pink slip that I knew had been scattered around school and posted in classrooms, but I didn't know she was going to be the main attraction.
"Of course it is tickets are five dollars. It's in about three days." She comments and I take the slip and I see a couple of artistic photos of different dancers on the slip.
"So on Saturday? I guess I could make it. Don't make any promises though." She tilts her head back at my joke and laughs as she punches my arm.
"Don't think that I'm going to be looking for you, I've got my other friends coming as well." She says to me as she stops at a cross in the road that splits to left and right. Her apartment was on the right, and I had to turn left. We stopped at the fork in the streets and he smiled.
"I'll see you in two days." I say as I look at her and smile and she smiles back at me.
My heart skips a beat a little at her smile. Her eyes become half lidded as she smiles.
"Yeah, see you later Mr. 69. Bye." She says as she turns on her heel and I watch her walk down the busy streets of Karakura and I smile as I turn and head my own way.
(Imaginary line break)
I wave to Renji, Kaien, Hitsugaya, Grimmjow, and Ichigo – who I find the odd one out of the whole bunch. I didn't even know Ichigo knew Rukia or vice versa.
"What are you doing here Shuu?" Renji asks me as we do a simple handshake and I do it with the rest of the guys.
"She was telling me about her show, thought I'd come by and check it out." I say as I slump down in a seat next to Renji. I looked down at my outfit and saw I was dressed kind of like the others.
We all were wearing v-necks and just some type of skinny jeans. We saw a dancer glide up towards us in a black dress that was strapless with pieces of purple, light blue, and light pink tulle flowing as the dancer billowed up to them. There were tulle cuffs on her ankles and her wrists. Her eyes were black due to the contact lenses, her face was a ghastly shade of gray and white, her cheeks had a blended dark swipe of bluish purple blush, making her cheeks look hollow.
Every single one of us shot up out of our seats to greet her and she smiled as she saw us.
"Thanks guys for coming to my show." I looked at her neck and saw a shimmering heart locket, and underneath that mass of tulle on her wrist, I saw a leather bracelet.
"No problem." All of us blurted out at the same time and she laughed as she turned on her heel and smiled.
"See you guys afterwards." She yells quickly as she suddenly disappears and we all sit down and I look at the guys. They have this look in their eyes.
I had it in mine too.
"You guys are all in love with her aren't you?" I ask as I tilt up my fedora hat a little over my eyes and all of them look at the curtained stage.
"Yeah." They all mutter and I snorted as the lights dimmed quickly and the show was beginning. I saw groups of children in happy bright colors dance on stage in sync on how happy they were in their land.
I tilted up my hat as the music began to become ominous, as I looked up, I saw her twirl on stage, and she was a dark queen, trying to become an evil dictator. Her ruby red lips twisted upwards in a heinous smile as she danced rapidly, they were loud and huge steps and everybody in the forest fell to the ground one by one.
I wonder if those girls represented me and the guys sitting next to me, she was the dark queen, she was taking all of our hearts.
-Two weeks later-
She walked into class and sat down next to me. She slumped down in her seat and plastered a hand on her face. Her legs were crossed over one another and her thin tank was rising up, the skin of her stomach peeking through the purple lace.
"You okay?" I asked and she turned to look at me and she smiled.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." She groaned and I brought out my guitar and started tuning it.
"Why is that?" I asked as I ran my guitar pick over a string again and started playing a song I was working on lately. She chuckled as she brought out her own guitar and started shuffling around in her bag.
"Because, when you have all of these essays due and your friends always want to go out with you, it's kind of hard getting a decent amount of sleep." She quickly replies as she quietly whispers a harsh 'shit.'
I look over at her and she rubbed the bridge of her nose a little as she exhaled loudly.
"What's wrong now?" I ask as I cross a leg over my other and lean my body in to look at her. She took her hand off of her face and had her eyes closed. I saw her thin trace of eyeliner that was placed easily over her lashes that winged out a bit. Her lashes curled with a bit of mascara coated on it.
"I forgot my guitar pick because I was in a rush to get here this morning to see my friend." Her cell phone vibrated and I saw her fingers reach down to her pocket where a small Chappy charm hung from her pocket, tugging on it, she brought out her phone. I saw '3 new text messages from Renji Abarai, Kaien Shiba, and Toshirou Hitsugaya' on her screen.
She sighed as she opened them up and saw the simultaneous texts and responded to all of them quickly. She pushed aside her leather bracelet on her arm – which I'm sure used to be Kaien's since it had the same insignia like the tattoo he had on his arm. So why did she have it?
Then I still remembered she was moping about how she didn't have a guitar pick. She did look a little miserable so I held up my guitar pick to her.
"Do you want mine then?" I asked her, she looked at me with wide eyes and then shook her head.
"I possibly couldn't, you need it. It's my fault I didn't bring mine." She said as she shook her hands with her as well to possibly emphasize how she couldn't take my pick.
"Just take it, I can play with my fingers too, they're used to it." Actually, I was lying. I was trying to work with my fingers, but I still needed some improvement because my fingers didn't conform to play the guitar just yet.
"Are you sure?" She asked as I strummed my pick over her guitar.
"Yeah, but you're taking me out for some noodles after this." I said noticing it was almost lunch time after this class and she smirked at me as she took the pick and strummed her guitar.
"That's a fair deal then." She smiled as she started strumming to a piece our teacher was handing out and I started playing with my fingers.
I didn't tell her how much my fingers were in pain for that hour though.
-Later on-
I slurped up more of my noodles while she took a sip of her shake and dug her chopsticks into her noodles.
I looked up and saw her fidgeting with a heart locket while she was reading a text she had just gotten.
"New necklace?" I ask through my mouthful of noodles and she looks at me and arches a brow.
"Yeah, Hitsugaya gave it to me." She smiled as I almost choked on my noodles. Hitsugaya almost hates the female population. I nod my head as I shovel in another spoonful of noodles and I feel some of the soup base drip down. She notices and takes a napkin.
"You have soup running down your mouth dumbass." She says as she takes the napkin and wipes up the soup running down. I tried to hide my blush afterwards as she went back to eating her noodles.
I chewed on a meat piece and remembered I had an upcoming show.
"I have a new show on Friday, think you could make it?" I ask and she nods her head positively.
"Yeah, I have nothing else going on." Then her phone chirps from receiving a new text and she reads it and laughs a little before frowning a little bit.
"What's wrong?" I ask and she looked up and sighed.
"I don't think I can, my friend wants to hang out with me on Friday as well." She said avoiding my eyes and I smiled a little bit – feeling a little hurt, but it was fine.
"It's fine. Besides, I don't need you anyways to play." I joke and she rolls her eyes at me and smiles as she finishes up the rest of her noodles.
I realized as we were finishing up, I felt a lot more hurt about her not going to my performance than I thought I was.
-Music Class 2 weeks later-
I set my guitar down again. I started strumming my guitar again, working on a new song for my upcoming show. I felt a little uninspired. I had a showcase in about two days, and I couldn't come up with a new song.
I've been feeling a little uninspired ever since she stopped coming to my shows. After she couldn't make it to that one show, she just stopped showing up, always calling me to cancel, and I had to pretend to not be hurt.
It sucked.
And soon, after that, my songs morphed into songs of sadness. I saw her rushing in through the door, trying to hold in a laugh as she smiled gently at her phone and she climbed up to sit next to me. Her black flats making a little sound as she walked quickly into her seat and began to sit down in her seat, she still hadn't touched or unpacked her bag.
"Morning Shuuhei." She said as she replied back, her feet crossing over another as she hooked it behind a chair leg.
I looked at her and kept on playing.
"You missed my show last night." I said a bit coldly and I saw her look up with remorseful eyes.
"Oh my god, I forgot you had a show. I was out with my friend. Sorry." She apologized with a sad face and I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
I pretended not to be hurt – again, this was the fifth show she missed.
"It's alright; I've got a new slot in about two days you want to go then to make it up to me?" I asked as she brought out her guitar, and my pick. I let her keep it and after I said that, I rushed to the store and bought myself a new one.
She slapped her forehead and groaned.
"I'm sorry, I can't make it, and I've got a date."
"A date, like an actual dinner date, with a boy?" I asked and she smiled a little bit.
"Yes, with a boy, what, I can't go out with a guy every once in a while? It's not like we're going out, jeez." She said as she laughed, and I did too.
I just wished I was the one taking her out on that date.
-A week later-
I made a song, just for her. And I was going to finally confess to her. After days of being uninspired, and hearing her go out on a date with some guy, I knew I had to act fast. As far as I knew, Renji, Kaien, and Toshirou were too much of a chicken to make a move any time soon.
If I wanted her, I'd have to do it today.
I determined this as I wrote her song. Getting out of my car, I walked out of the parking lot. I kept on walking until I heard her laughter, and it was loud, I also heard a guitar as well. I could recognize her voice from anywhere.
I turned my head in all directions before I stopped in one as I saw her sitting on the hood of a car, with a guy playing the guitar to her, on his knees. And he was singing.
That guy happened to be Ichigo Kurosaki.
I walked up to them, and just before I called out her name, I saw him get up, she put her arms around his neck and both leaned in to kiss each other. I almost dropped my guitar. I felt a sting and the world seemed to dissolve.
She turned her head and saw me and waved me over. She was jubilant and bright, yet I felt so dark and cold.
I walked over, feeling numb, and as soon as she touched my arm, I felt liveliness spring into myself again.
"Hey there Hisagi!" She chirped in that same voice I loved. I smiled weakly at her.
"Hey, you two together?" I asked, of course they were, and I just saw them kiss. She blushed a little.
"Yeah, we've been official since last week. When I went out on that date I told you about." So she ditched my show for Ichigo Kurosaki.
Ichigo smiled at me.
"You're lucky you get to see her play the guitar, she doesn't show me at all." He joked as she smacked him across the head, to which he screeched she was a stupid midget.
I wanted to be in his position right now so badly.
"Hey, I've got a show tonight, you want to come?" I asked her and she smiled.
"Yeah, me and Ichigo will both go." She turned to him and gripped his shirt. "He's really good, you should hear him play, maybe learn a thing or two." She said to him and he chuckled as he looked at me.
"We'll make it man, if this one here says you play good, I'm sure you do. I need to keep on learning to make this one happy." He said as she gave him a brief kiss on the lips. I smiled and waved.
"I'm going to go." My heart stung as I turned on my heel and walked far, far, far away from them.
I've never seen you look that happy even when you were with me.
I wonder if I could have made you feel that way.
But I guess it's too late now, huh Rukia?
Author's note: This was bordering on 10 pages. So I decided to cut it short since I couldn't really make up anything else for this chapter! So this is Hisagi's story. I'm unsure when Grimmjow's story will come up, but I'll try to make it soon. Or at least around December time, I'm just really lazy, so I don't make any promises.
I hoped you guys liked it; I felt it was a little rushed, but hey, I'm trying to produce something for you! Even if it is crappy! Oh well. I really love you guys for sticking with me, and almost giving me reviews on older stories to get me to update. I had some time since it is the 3 day weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed this, and review for me my dears!