DISCLAIMER: Bleach is not mine. That would defeat the purpose of fanfiction.
Hey, it's emoemu, and a little background might be necessary. I've had this thing in my head (along with about a million plot bunnies) for a long time, and now I've got it down on paper. (Yay?) This monstrosity is written in first person, but from the POV (point of view) of two people. (The only reason I can pull that off is because my Incredible friend Hannah is writing Tsukiko's POV) This is a bit of a prologue since I'm bored and I need chapter two to be in Storme's POV, so... yeah. I'll shut up now, and get to the chapp!
~Emo-san
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The five of us--Rayne, Storme, Ryu, Niko and me-- piled out of Ryu's car into the empty lot. "The hell'd you bring us here for?" asked Rayne, eloquent as always.
"Eh.School's closed, she" he motioned to Storme, "got kicked out of the mall, and this was the only empty place I could drive to."
"I shoplifted once, ass," Storme mumbled, leaning against the car, head in hands. Her purple-dyed hair fell around her face, blocking everything from her neck up from view.
"Headache again?" I asked her softly as the rest of our group followed Ryu around the block.
"No," she muttered defensively, pulling a bottle of Advil from her pocket and swallowing two. "Thanks, Tsuki." We walked away from the car to catch up with the rest of the group, but didn't get farther than about two steps. Because--well, the ground was there, and then it...sort of wasn't.
As I fell/floated through the blackness, I tried to keep calm and analyze the facts. My ears had popped, so there was a change in altitude. Storme wasn't panicking (that I could hear, and it's impossible to not hear Storme), so either she was far ahead of me, far behind me, or dead. I hope she's not dead. That would seriously suck. I listened closely.
Damn. She probably is dead. I saw a break in the blackness and fell/floated toward it. As I hit the ground, I stumbled a little, and turned around. "Hey, look, another ryoka," said a deep voice behind me. "Ryoka! Can you hold a katana?"
"Yay, Kenny!" If that's who I think it is, I'm screwed now.
Dammit.
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Because I Wasn't Insane Enough Already
FanfictionFanfic, Bleach. Humor, action, maybe even excitement if you're lucky. Two girls end up in Bleach; one in Seireitei and one in Las Noches. Chaos, hilarity, fights, swords, pairings, Arrancar, Shinigami, and OC's. Renji x OC, Ulquiorra x a different...
