Nobody's Home
The music blasted from within the club, and outside, Rukia Kuchiki stared in shock at her partner.
Correction, ex-partner. "Kaien... Stop it, please. Stop." She was crying, her amethyst eyes shining with despair. "Come on, Kaien. Don't you dare do this to me! I... I love you! Please! Wake up! KAIEN!"
I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
Said Slayer opened his eyes weakly. "I know you do. And I'm sorry." He grinned, showing off incredibly sharp fangs. "Kill me, now. Either way, I am going to die. If I become a Vampire, I will be hunted. If you kill me now, I could avoid the pain. Could you... at least, have me leave this world with a soul?" He was almost pleading.
He had been bitten by a very unusual kind of Vampire... The Turok-Han. A monster even among Vampires. It didn't seem to want to kill Kaien, instead, it madehim into one of it's own. It was lying, dead, a few feet away, a bullet hole from Rukia's gun in the back of it's head.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
"No... I could never..." She sobbed but took out her gun nontheless. They both knew it would end this way. She wanted it to end as quickly as possible. She pressed the barrel of the gun to his chest, right above his heart, and fired.
"Miyako... I'm coming for you... Rukia, thank you. Miyako once told me... Never to die alone. She passed her heart to me, and now, I pass both of ours to you." He whispered, thinking of his deceased wife, who had lost her life to Scourge Demons years before.
"KAIEN!"
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
"Rukia. Your new partner is Inoue Orihime. Her old partner, Ulquiorra Schiffer, has been killed."
It had only been four months since she had killed Kaien. Rukia didn't think she could handle a new partner so soon. Then again, it was Orihime, Rukia'sbest friend since third grade. She could definately help Rukia. And Rukia could help her.
Rukianodded, putting on a fake smile for Yoruichi. "All right."
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
"Rukia! Watch it! Ugh, these Haxil Beasts are fast!" Orihime gasped as said demon sped past her. "Rukia!"
"I know! I got it," Rukia yelped as she lunged forward, and stabbed the Haxilon it's forehead. It fell to the ground, dead. "There." She huffed, sheathing her knife.
"Whoa..." Orihime gaped. Then, she glared at Rukia. "You idiot! Just what the heck were you thinking? Are you tryingto join Kaien-san?"
Rukia's hands turned into fists. Orihime knew she loved Kaien, and she still tried her best to remind Rukia day in and day out that Kaien Shiba would never come back. Then again, Rukia wasn't the only Slayer to fall in love with a partner. Orihime had committed the same offence, falling in love with Ulquiorra.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind
Rukia regarded Orihime coldly. "Inoue. Shut up." She growled out her comrade's name, and scowled. "I know I almost killed myself. But I also knew that it would be like this the minute I became a Slayer." She glared harder at Orihime, then proceeded to walk back to Kaze.
"Just mind your own business, Inoue." Rukia didn't look back.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
"I thought you and Inoue-san were friends," Yoruichi said, surprised. It had only been two weeks, and Rukia had already asked if she could work solitary missions for the rest of her days as a Slayer. Yoruichi was, to say the least, shocked.
Rukia smiled. "We are, don't get me wrong, but to be honest, she just slows me down. Orihime is a great friend, but I seriously don't think being a Slayer is good for her. She's way too nice, she would rather heal a Vampire than kill it."
She sighed. "Maybe you could consider sending her to Unohana-san's to learn how to be a medic. God knows we need more. There are over one hundred and fifty Slayers living in Tokyo and Karakura all together, and only four medics supporting them all."
She wants to go home, but nobodie's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
"And Inoue-san is fine with this arrangement?" Yoruichi questioned, eyebrows raised.
Rukia nodded. "Yes, she's the one who recommended it!" Amethyst eyes shifted from Yoruichi's amber gaze, to Orihime, who sat patiently, outside of the room. She was smiling at Rukia. Yes, Orihime did want this. She hated being a Slayer, and she wasn't even good at it.
"Alright then. Orihime Inoue, you are hereby no longer one of the Slayers. As of now, you are going to be taught under Unohana Retsu, Captain of the fourth division. You will still work with Kuchiki, although not as a Slayer. You shall work as a healer here in Karakura after six months of training with Unohana." The fourth division was a hospital in Tokyo for Slayers to be treated for any supernatural injuries.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
End Flashback
"Kurosaki-san?" Rukia asked in shock.
"R-Rukia." Ichigo said, forgetting the use of honorifics. "Please, call me Ichigo. Wh-What are you doing here?" They were at Karosora, an old river that had been running for.. like... Ever. An old cemetery was located a few miles away from the rushing water. She was, for some reason, running, and he just happened to run into her.
Now, here they were, him straddling her, knees on both sides of her hips, hands flat on the ground next to her shoulders.
"Uh- I'm visiting." Rukia said, a bit unnerved by the man on top of her. He looked so... Different. Not evil, or bad, so to speak, but... He wasn't the kind of guy you would see helping out at local pet shelters. His face was pale, and his eyes were emotionless, aside from the slight shock of running into her here.
Ichigo stared in shock at the woman under him. Why was she at Karo? Then, her words struck him. She was probably visiting a grave. "Oh, I see." He said after a moment of silence. Rukia was blushing madly, and even Ichigo had a slight blush.
"Uh... Mind getting off?" Rukia asked, her blush not once fading.
"Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, sorry."
They got up, quickly untangling their intertwined legs. "Thanks."
"No problem," He responded quietly.
It was a short conversation. Simple words, no real meanings. They talked mindlessly for what seemed like hours, but in reality only a few minutes. They talked about their daily lives. Ichigo was apperantly a doctor who worked at Karakura general.
What a story.
They parted ways, and Ichigo thought of something as he looked at her retreating back. That's four times now that I've seen that girl; I wonder if I'll see her again after today. His focus turned back to her, and he smiled as she disappeared from his view.
I will. After all, she could help me find the Chosen Slayer.
Present Day, July 14, 2009
Ichiru closed her eyes in frustration, closing the book in her hands tiredly. After her mother had told her the first part of the story, Ichiru had gone to Osaka's Library, to do some research on Karakura Town. She couldn't find anything.
"Is something wrong?" A sweet voice asked kindly. Ichiru looked up, her crystal blue eyes being met with two stormy gray ones. "No... It's just... Do you know anything about a place called Karakura? My name's Ichiru." Ichiru smiled.
The girl's eyes brightened instantly. "Oh, nice to meet you! And, yes. I do. My name is Mi-" She hesitated. "Misuzu. Misuzu Kusuki." She smiled brightly. "Karakura was, as I'm sure you already know, abandoned as a ghost town about thirty years ago."
"I knew. But why?" 'Misuzu's' smile fell. "After... A certain incident, it never rained there, and Karosora, the town's main landmark, dried completely. As such, people stopped visiting, and others moved out. The town eventually became one of the poorest places in Western Japan, and because of that, everyone moved out completely."
Well... Not everyone. Misuzu thought darkly. She scowled lightly, and her gray eyes held an emotion similar to Ichiru's mother's eyes whenever she got upset.
"What incident?" The young girl suddenly asked, curious.
"I don't know."
She was lying through her teeth.
[January of 1944]
"La lumière qui sèche la pluie persistante, et l'obscurité qui éclipse des rêves résident dans une fille. La fille qui sauvera notre monde. Le tueur."
"The light which dries the persistent rain, and the darkness which eclipses dreams reside in a girl. The girl who will save our world. The Slayer."
"Elle combattra les créatures de l'obscurité, et protège notre terre précieuse."
"She will fight the creatures of darkness, and protect our precious Earth."
"Elle sera connue comme lune blanche, parce que elle accordera la lumière au minuit le plus foncé."
"She will be known as The White Moon, for she will grant light in the darkest midnight."
"Le tueur."
"The Slayer."
"Your French is improving, Rukia-chan." Michiru smiled at her blushing friend. "Merci!" Rukia smiled wider, and she spoke in a close to perfect accent. Then again, close only counted in horshoes.
"Just work on your 'r's." Kiyone, a Slayer-in-training chirped in a thick accent. She had been shadowing Michiru, to see how everything in Karakura HQ worked. She had arrived in Japan, after living out the first twenty years of her life in Lille, France.
"Oh, thanks, Kiyone." Rukia smiled. Rukia knew many different languages, English, Japanese, Spanish, Chinese, Dutch, Portugese, even Latin. The only problem was no one could really understand her, she had a horrible accent, especially in French.
"Why don't we work on Latin next? Kiyone needs to brush up on her Japanese, too."
Rukia groaned softly. "Fine... I don't understand why, though. Latin's a dead language. "Lux lucis quod assus pertinax pluvia, quod obscurum quod eclipses somnium sedeo in a puella. Puella quisnam mos servo nostrum universitas. Trucido."
"What are you thinking about, Kurosaki-san?" Sakura asked Ichigo one morning. He had been acting pretty distant lately.
...Well, at least more than usual.
"Tomorrow is... January 16, am I correct?" His voice was empty, hollow. Not at all like the arrogant 'I-know-everything' voice of Ichigo. Sakura nodded. "Yeah, so?"
He shook his head. "Nothing... It's just... It's going to be snowing tomorrow." He whispered the last part, his brown eyes hazy with an emotion that greatly resembled guilt.
Sakura tilted her head to the left. "What are you talking about Ich? It's sunny out! Okay, yeah, sure it's been kinda chilly lately, but it's not going to snow." She offered him one of her goofy smiles. "Cheer up, kay?" She giggled and skipped out of the room. Now, Sakura was smart, but she acted way too much like a kid.
Hitsugaya Toshirou stared in shock at the obviously furious woman before him. Seven years. He hadn't seen her in seven years.
Mitsuki stared at the Vampire before her, fury burning in her gray eyes. Seven years had hardly changed him.
He still had that shockingly silver hair, those cold, but still warm blue eyes, and the perma-frown that made Toshirou cute and intimidating at the same time. He was just taller. He was dressed differently, too. Instead of the usual black tee shirt and khaki pants he used to wear, he was clad in a black long sleeved shirt, black pants, and a brown leather jacket. He looked about twenty six, now.
"Hitsugaya-san." Her voice was firm, cold. Bitter. "You are under arrest for the murder of Kasaki Amaru." Her voice cracked slightly, but she was stiff, her face passive. But her eyes... Toshiroucould see right into those stormy depths. She was torn inside. She didn't know weather to kill him or hug him... Or do her job and actually arrest him.
He smiled sadly at her. "Am I?" He walked up to her confidently, and the hand which held her pistol shook uncontrolably. "H-Hey! Get back, I'm warning you!" Tears were forming in her eyes. His hand lifted, and he softly jerked away the pistol. "I'm sorry, Mitsuki."
Her eyes hardened. "I'm sure you are, bastard." She growled, but let her weapon go. "Go to hell." She whispered, voice cracking.
"I really wish I could." He sounded apologetic, and then, her world went black.
She screamed.
A/N: OMG! Cliffhanger! But don't worry, Mitsuki doesn't technically die... Yet. And it's so short, too. The next chp will be longer, tho!
Anyways, I'm not sure if the translations are correct, I got them from .
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-TMU
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