Sorry it took me so EPICALLY long to update. Enjoy, it's a bit more longer this time.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own bleach obviously

CLAIMER: I own the Seppuku family...And not the hot espada...TT^TT

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Karakura High…

Today, yet again, it seemed to be boring and endless. It was raining making it eternally dull. Inside class 1-A it was very quiet, much to the teacher's pleasure. Usually the freshmen are really squirrelly but today was different. It was raining on the world outside as well as on some people's worlds inside.

Suddenly, during one of the teachers lectures, an upperclassmen had knocked on the door, not only disturbing the lecture but some of the student's stoic faces. The upperclassmen had long and straight dark blue hair that could have fooled anyone for purple and she had dark magenta colored eyes. She was nice and fit and she wore a soft smile.

The teacher smiled back and invited her in. The freshman's senior introduced herself as third year (junior) Penelope Seppuku. Everyone wasn't surprised to find that she was related to their ill classmate. Some of the students recognized her as the schools' track assistant captain which really didn't make her all that special but enough to be recognized in the halls.

Like Melancholia, Penelope keeps to herself and only talks when it's necessary, however, Penelope is a bit more open into making friends and being a little more social. Penelope is a lot more of the normal, average high school student. Unlike Melancholia, Penelope actually is a more than just another face in the crowd.

"Who's that?" Ichigo whispered to his friends around him. Penelope was asking for Mel's homework and the teacher beamed even more due both of the student's responsibility not that it wasn't expected. Tatsuki, the only one who recognized her, decided to whisper back.

"Isn't it Seppuku-san's sister? From the track team?" Everyone seemed to realize it then.

"Yeah…" Orihime whispered really dazed. She was lost in her own little world as she was gazing out the window. Her thoughts were glued upon Melancholia and last night. And how she was so powerless to "change" her mind. Orihime was so sad to see a beautiful person waste them self. Orihime couldn't stand it. She NEEDED to do something. Beautiful things shouldn't be wasted.

Tatsuki and Ichigo looked at Orihime closely. She'd been like this since she walked onto the school campus. Of course so was everyone else, but Orihime didn't have the right to be sad and so un-Orihime. THAT is a crime. If she wasn't chirping, something happened to her. It just wasn't right.

"What's wrong, Inoue-san?" Questioned the Quincy, seated next to her. He, too, was concerned about his sewing buddy…not that he had any buddies…

"Its…raining." Orihime said softly, her gray eyes reflected the sad, gray clouds that cried.

~Just like inside my heart.~ She quietly thought, fighting the tears that threatened her eyes and the burning sensation in her nose. Just the thought of missing out on somebody that was so beautiful, that beautiful thing that wants to die, that beautiful thing that doesn't believe in hope, something that Orihime knew she could provide for her, just that thought only made ORIHIME'S heart ache.

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It began to rain harder. The rain drops hitting the window, trying to break it open, only to fail and slide endlessly down the windowpane hastily. Melancholia sat in her windowsill while listening to her music player playing her soft xylophone ensembles. She had her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared, deeply, through the window.

Briefly, a mans face appeared in the pouring rain. Noticing another vision, she leaned closer to the window to get a better look. When she could finally make out his profile he washed away with the rest of the drops of water. She rolled her eyes.

~Che…another vision…ugh.~ Getting up from her spot on the bay window, she went downstairs to find something to chow down on, feeling the emptiness of her stomach finally urge her to get something to feed it. Finally, she reached her destination, the kitchen. She looked in the fridge when she heard someone walk in the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Snowball asked with her eyebrow arched. Melancholia was never one to fake anything. She just did what was supposed to be done. Never really complained unless someone asked her for her opinion. Melancholia only stared back at Snowball, her aunt, as she held a cup of yogurt and a spoon.

"I'd rather die." Mel said. If she was supposed to lie down, she'd prefer it'd be the last time she laid down and it would be inside her coffin.

"You sad child." Snowball sighed shaking her head at her dumb suggestion.

"How'd you guess?" Sarcasm played on Mel's fake smile. She walked past her aunt and jogged up the stairs. Everyone in the house knew about Melancholia's depression and death threats. It was only ever hopeless the unfold the child. Nothing worked so they just let her rage on. They only thing anyone wished was that she would die so she could finally be happy.

Melancholia opened her door and shut it quietly. She moseyed over to her bed and laid on it. She opened the healthy snack and her mind began to wander…

~What's the point in being here?…why does everyone take pride in themselves and blind themselves from their demise? We live in order to die…what is the point?!~

"ARGH!" Melancholia threw her empty yogurt cup on the floor.

~When will I find a reason to live?!!!!~ She curled up and squeezed the shit out of her pillow. She clawed at it trying to control herself as tears jerked at the corners of her eyes.

:::::::::::::::::::::Dinner:::::::::::::::::::::::::::

All 7 of the Seppukus were sitting humbly in the comforts of their dining room. Phoung had returned from her rally and was extremely tired and was running around with a head ache for at least two hours. Penelope and Zen returned home a few hours before Phoung did and cleaned and cooked. At the same time, Snowball had went to go pick up the twins from their private school. Finally, Eidothea arrived after everyone one else, having to close her restaurant and take the money she made to a bank for safe keeping. The only Seppuku that wasn't there was Pi-kun, who seemed to be out at the moment on one of those vacation things. She would be back in a week or two..

Snowball and Penelope had cooked nice soba noodles with a flavorful sauce as well with red curry and beef. Everyone seemed to enjoy their noodles and curry, that is all except for Melancholia, who sat slurping her broccoli soup.

~I hate this…~ Melancholia glared at her damn soup. Fucking rain. Fucking soup. Fucking life itself. Fucking pain in the ass.

It was normally quiet with the twin's whispering and giggling, Snowball texting on her hand held, Phoung and Eidothea discussing business like usual, they both did own their own things.

"So how was school Penelope?' Asked Snowball, stuffing her face with some soba noodles.

"Ok." She sighed. "I hated English as usual." She wandered with her eyes as she toyed with her noodles. Snowball smiled at the silly teen. Snowball could remember her days as a high schooler, and how it was completely normal to hate school in general, but that was oh, so very long ago.

The mention of how someone's day went was brought to Phoung's attention and so she decided to ask Melancholia, who was quietly eating her soup.

"How was your day, Mel?" She looked over at her, while shoving some noodles into her mouth with a pair of shiny chopsticks. Mel looked over at Phoung, a slight glare tinted with it.

"Hated it…as usual." She emphasized to refer back to her miserable life. Penelope rolled her eyes at her little sister's sarcasm. Phoung twitched.

"My, my, such hateful children!" Eiodothea said dramatically, clenching her chopsticks to her chest. Phoung only sighed once more. What was she going to do with her?

"Alright." Phoung said which earned Mel and her little brother Zen's attention. "But are you ready to go to school tomorrow?" She look at Mel seriously, with her dark eyes. Mel only stared back.

"As usual." Was the sick teen's reply as she stoically stared back. Phoung stared back.

"You should lighten up a bit you know." Phoung said as she picked up her chopsticks again.

"I'd rather express my distaste for everything I do distaste." She said like nothing while swirling her spoon in her soup. Snowball's eyebrows reached her hairline.

"Oh my." Snowball said.

"I'll be doing my homework." Mel said as she dismissed herself from the family dinning room. Everyone sat quietly as they heard the soft padding footsteps upon the ceiling.

"I'm finished." Zen said quietly as he dismissed himself too. Taking his dishes as well as Mel's to the kitchen and then left upstairs.

It was awkward at the table. The four ladies quietly finished up their meals and proceeded to the kitchen to wash their plates.

"Penelope hurry up and finish your homework. You have your flute recital tomorrow in the morning before school." Phoung said.

"Okay mom." Penelope quickly left upstairs to wash up and finish what she had left. The rest of the woman quietly returned to the living room and began to talk. Upstairs Penelope was obviously doing her homework, Zen was upstairs typing up an essay, while Mel quietly sat in her window, thinking.

Suddenly a quiet knock was heard behind Mel's bedroom door. She looked over and said "What is it?" Zen quietly entered her room. The musty smells from earlier had vanished. The waste baskets were changed and the room smelled of Melancholia. Zen smiled. Just like it should be.

"What do you want?" Melancholia said with a bored expression clouding her features.

"How come you never smile anymore?" Zen asked, crawling onto her bed and wrapping himself around her sweet smelling covers. Mel looked down at her brother, who was shoving his face in the covers. He looked like he was too embarrassed by his question to even look at her. She only stared until she realized that he wouldn't return her gaze. Looking back through the glass that separated her and the world, she thought.

"Well, brat…" She heard a muffled grunt. "I don't know." The two were quiet. Mel had expected a remark from the small genius. She decided to break the silence. "There are a lot of missing answers to questions like why do we exist? What is the point? Why live another day if we only are waiting to die? Why can't we just die tomorrow instead of looking forward for it's surprise that may never happen?" Zen listened closely and analyzed his sister's words that obviously reflected how she perceived her own life.

"Or maybe why do you harm yourself?" Mel looked down at him. "Can you answer that one at least?" He looked at her as she gazed back.

~I ask myself that everyday little bro.~ She smirked and held her knees a little closer.

"Why the hell am I even here?" Was her reply which made the little boy with light, icy, blue hair frown.

"That's not good enough." He folded his arms and glared at her.

"When is anything ever good enough in the shitty world?" She looked at him with a sincere smile. He took a moment to consider. Zen thought that Mel could be right in the reasons for what she does.

"But that doesn't mean you have to hurt yourself."

"Hurting myself makes me feel the most alive I've ever been. More alive than this world could ever make me feel. Feelings that not even you could feel." She stared out the window. Like her little brother could ever feel the pain or emptiness that she did.

"Well why can't I feel that alive like you?"

"Because brat, first off, you can't feel the pain I do." Zen sighed and got out of her bed. It was getting late and he was pretty sure Phoung knew that they were up and would probably be up there any minute to scold them. He walked slowly over to her door while still thinking.

"Mel…" She looked at him. "The doctors tell me I have emotional problems. That I don't really experience them. They say it's a problem that I undergo." Mel's interest seemed to peak. She knew about his emotional abilities but she never really looked into the matter, seeing as though it never really concerned her opinions.

"The truth is I just reject them. They are just useless to have. I never really can experience the joy the other kids talk about. I guess I am as empty as you because I can't really find the reasons to use my emotions to be happy because there really isn't a reason to be happy." Zen looked at his sister, half of smile showing.

"No…there never is a reason is there, brat?" She mirrored his half smile.

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Thanks for Reading.

~PhoungSeppuku

...Good Days to You...