Black Night, White Butterfly-A Bleach Fanfiction

Even Your Dreams Are Killer. Chapter Two.

I awoke with the most relentless headache and bodyache I'd ever had in my life.
I got out of bed, staggered downstairs, and poured a bowl of FruitLoops and chocolate milk.
Then I hopped and sat on the counter.
'Maple syrup,' The smell struck me in the face, 'Why does it smell so much like syrup and apples?'
I had a faint nagging in the back of my mind, a memory of something, but dismissed it-I was too tired to care.
I glanced at the clock-and almost choked on my milk.
'Two-thirty?! How could I sleep so late on a Sunday?!' I wondered. Dad usually drug me out of bed and into church at least by twelve.
I massaged my pounding head, and finished my cereal.
I put my bowl in the sink, random bits and pieces of last nights... dream, I suppose, kept flashing through my mind. I tried to force them out of it as I busied myself around the house by arranging my exotic tea rack in the kitchen, fixed a few things in the living room, then straightened my own room.
Then I fell onto the bed and lost myself in a deep sleep.
I had another wild dream; this time about a lethal-looking mullet haired brunette man who was frighteningly pale, wearing a creepy pixie outfit.
He was heatedly battling a ginger haired boy in a tattered black kimono. They both fought valiantly, each displaying immense power and skill.
The boy looked noble, in a way, though he didn't say very much to his opponent.
The other man, who oddly felt familiar-aside from the creepy outfit and purple/grey eyes-was almost mad with rage, shouting about his superiority with a massive amount of pride and arrogance-yet, I could tell there was something... hollow and distant about his little speech...
But this man didn't exactly seem like the 'good guy' here... especially as his face peeled back to show a black, sharp-toothed mask that looked like it was ready to devour your very soul itself.
He attacked the ginger with some amazing, almost magical-looking bombs, then with a very impressive sequence of rings and... holy shit... butterfly wings with heads fused to them...
I had to quit eating at Taco Bell.
The ginger fought his way out of that, to a very peeved Butterfly's surprise.
The scene shifted a bit, speeding through something, then settled on the ginger and the once-brunette exchanging words about something called Mugetsu, which seemed to deeply interest the older man, while the younger boy openly disliked this.
Suddenly the ginger erupted into black flames, his entire outfit changing in that instant.
The butterfly of doom grimaced-if that was possible.
The entire space around the ginger and Death Butterfly grew dark as night, and suddenly the brunette crashed to the ground.
I shivered slightly when I saw the brunette's body-sliced in half, straight down the middle...
Then, to my amazement-it started healing almost instantly.
The ginger collapsed near him, and the brunette, now stripped of his creepy butterfly-ness, started ranting about how he must be transforming once more-into a being much, much more powerful than the boy could ever become.
"Observe," He held up a white, crumbling sword, "the Hogyoku has decided that I no longer even need a Zanpaku-tô!"
He said it rather excitedly for someone whose body had just smashed a twenty-feet wide crater in the very earth.
His white covering cracked off his arm.
He gasped, eyes wide in shock.
"What?!" He growled, "This-this can't be-!"
More of it fell off, until there was nothing left but a brown eyed(well, with the exception of a still purple and grey left eye)pissy guy in white clothes, staring at himself as if looking like a moderately normal person scared the living hell out of him more than the fanged demon butterfly he was but just a few minutes ago.
The change in wardrobe, however frightening, didn't do much to quell his rampant superior rattling.
Sure, he was frightening as fuck, but it still seemed like I'd seen him before...
I dismissed it, my attention turning to the brunette.
I knew the ginger wouldn't kill him-it was evidently written on his pained face.
But with the billowing arrival of a blonde man in green, and the strange red light shooting from random places in the brunette's body proved my suspicion that he wouldn't leave the place scot-free.
The blonde man watched as the lights formed crosses, then soon engulfed the raging man, who was now screaming to the green man about how the world should be, and some creature they called "Soul King."
With one last screamed word, the man was swallowed by the strange tripod pillar.
"GRAH!" I cried in surprise and punched something across the face.
Whatever it was flew back into my dresser from the impact, wailing about his nose.
"DAMMIT, JEREMY I TOLD YOU NOT TO SNEAK UP ON ME!" I yelled, then gasped slightly at the similarity of mine and butterfly guy's tones of voice. But I shook it from my head-dreams had an uncanny way of making themselves seem believable.
He sniffled, then spoke in a nasal tone, "I just had to tell you something!"
I sat up in the bed, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Ree. What did you need to tell me?"
"Well..." He sighed, kicking a PeaceTea can across the room, "It's that time of month again..."
I sniggered.
He groaned, "Dad sent me to tell you that you'll be leaving today to stay at mom's for the week..."
"Gosh, no..." I moaned and fell back into the bed. The last thing me or my brother wanted to do was visit Goldie, of all damn people.
But she had joint custody, so she got to see me a least one week, each month. Jeremy, since he was nineteen, no longer had this problem, although he offers to go with me most of the time. I always turn him down-I know mom's departure caused him much more grief than it had me, I wasn't about to burden him any more with having to see her again. I groaned and got out of bed, crawled into some decent clothes, then went downstairs.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD," I groaned in a deadpan tone.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?" He asked in the same grating tone.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO GOLDIE'SSSSS?"
"BECAUSE IF I DON'T SEND YOU TO HER, THEY'LL THROW ME IN JAILLLLLLL AND YOU'LL HAVE TO LIVE THERRRRRRRRRRE."
"CAN I GET EMANCIPATED THENNNNNNNN?"
'BAD IDEA-TOO MUCH COURT STUFF."
"AAAAGGGGHHHH...."
He broke a smallish smile, "Hey, it won't be too bad-you can skip out by saying you're going to swim at the beach, or something, right?"
"...You do know the woman tries to follow me everywhere except bookstores or coffee shops, right?"
He furrowed his brow, "I know she even hates the smell coffee, but why bookstores?"
"Too much literacy and smart stuff for her bimbo mind," I grumbled as I slouched over to my tea rack.
"Hey, that's not... nice..." He murmured. I could tell he wasn't too keen on defending her, heartbroken or not.
I stared blankly at him anyway, "Dad, the woman was trying to sell something to a guy at one of her yardsales, and he asked when this episode would air on Saturday Night Live-he seriously thought she was the blonde ex-porn star!"
He shook his head in defeat, "Can't argue with that."
Jeremy yawned loudly behind me, "Have you lived under a rock all this time? The woman's burned out, no wonder she acts giddy and weird all the damn time..." He rummaged in the fridge and grumbled something about it smelling like death and rotten cheese in there.
"Maybe you should throw the cheese out," I suggested bluntly, "Its so old Jesus probably saw it."
"I would, but no damn body can find it..."
"Maybe its cause we never clean the fridge out in general."
"That's your job, woman."
"Also the eldest's, boy."
He moaned, "You always have an answer..."
"Hey, lay off, I'm going to the pimp and the bimbo's today-I deserve to bitch and groan a little."
"Good point-feel free to bitch and groan away."
"Yeah, well... Gotta pack first, so maybe on the way there," I suggested, then bounded up the stairs.
I shoved an armful of shirts and jeans in a duffle bag, along with my favorite pillow, and brought it and my satchel downstairs where I set them next to the door.
I whipped up some black tea and honey, then crashed on the couch with Jeremy and our Yorkshire terrier dog, Pluto, until we left.
It's a long trip to California, so my mother usually pitches in and gets me a plane ticket to fly up to her house.
Its a huge, looming house, someone could easily get lost in it-like I have many times.
So, its a great place to do foul things...
Like one time, one of the first times I visited, me and Jeremy caught a skunk in a trap we made.
We flung a towel over the opening, but took it off and scared it with a can and gravels. We didn't like scaring it, but it was necessary for it to work.
We aimed its spray into a vent...
Needless to say, the whole house smelled like Icky the skunk's special defense for many, many months.
Icky, as we named him, now lives happily and safely in his burrow in the garden and has become a pet to us. We also found out that there was a Ms. Icky nearby, and now we have a small troop of Pepi la' Peus marching in single file through the rose bushes.
I sighed, looking through the plane window at the airport that was growing smaller and smaller, then it just disappeared altogether.
I reached in my carry-on for my pillow, and soon fell asleep to the sweet sounds of Owl City.
"Ma'am, Ma'am..."
I stared at the flight attendant who was shaking me profusely, "Please get up, Ma'am, we've arrived at your destination."
I narrowed my eyes, "Woman, you have no idea how much I want to smack you in the face for waking me. I'd much rather end up in God knows where than California, I don't need your input of when I need to get up. I set my alarm, I'm not an idiot..."
But, what I actually said was, "Thanks, ma'am..." and then drug my bag and other stuff out of the plane, and went to a Starbuck's mini café where I asked the barista for a lighter, and luckily he had some matches on him.
I then sat outside, waiting for Goldie to get her sorry ass there, and smoked some black tea.
Yes, you can smoke tea, but be careful if you try it-do your homework and don't be stupid if you use it. It, like anything else, can be dangerous to smoke. It isn't for everyone.
...You do get odd looks when you pull out a pipe and a packet of Tinning's English Breakfast and take a drag off it, but hey, it works.
Helps me deal with the yellow-haired, overly-botoxed giggling idiot that was prissing up to me, now.
I crinkled my nose. Her very scent repulsed me, as if her frozen, lifted face and whiney personality didn't already.
Yes, she's my mother by birth, but she lost the right to even be called my acquaintance after "it" happened...
"Khrissey!!" She squealed, face contorted into what I assumed was a smile, "It's been too long!"
"It's been a month exactly, woman," I said blandly, pushing her off of me, "And don't you dare call me that."
"Hey hey, Khriss-ay," Tom, the 'pimp,' drawled from his expensive car. He seemed to sneer at me, but I didn't dare let myself be drug to his level. So I just narrowed my eyes and smiled, self-satisfied of myself. I saw a flash of confusion in his eyes, and only smiled broader.
He didn't know it, but I'd copied all of his credit card information long ago and have been dipping into my jackpot of revenge for over a year. He figured it was Goldie buying herself some new trinket, which was perfect camouflage, but in reality it was me, Robin Hood, who'd make a small withdrawal one day, and act surprised when Dad found a couple hundred bucks randomly lying in the driveway the next.
Goldie chattered on and on about everything that had happened since I'd saw them last, but I just tuned her out and listened to my iPod. She didn't seem to notice, or care.
She loves the sound of her own voice too much.
It wasn't long before we reached the grand white villa that was to be my prison for the next week; it was greek-style, with tall columns and balcony overshadowing the oaken doorway with a Tuscan tiled roof, with many windows that made good use of the Californian sunlight. It had a bronze fence that encircled it, and was a short jot from the ocean, and also the woods.
It was very beautiful, and I wouldn't mind staying, if it wasn't for them.
I got out of the car, and shouldered my duffle bag. I glared and hoisted it higher when Tom asked to carry it for me. He always dropped it, on purpose.
I shimmied up the stairs, and went straight into my room where I shut he door and flopped on my bed, cutting off Goldie's call.
It always smelled like pine sol and lemons in here, which conflicted with the beachy atmosphere.
It was a rather plain but well-finished room, color tones gradienting from white to blueish grey. There was a white dresser with a mirror, a closet, a desk that I draw on, and a wide window with a seat built beneath it. My bed was a fourposter, with grey wooden posts and headboard, a white cloth draped over the top, and a dark grey bedspread edged in silver.
It was a pretty room, all hatred for its owner aside.
"Khriiiiiiiisssss!"
I sighed.
"Khriiiiss, your mom and my dad's going out, she wants you to stay here while they're gone," Yelled Tom's ridiculously spoiled son, Joshua, "And if you don't-"
I whisked the door open in a flash, amused by his surprised expression, "If you think for one moment that I believe you're capable of setting up any kind of trouble for me, you're gravely, sadly mistaken. What's more, why would you care if I'm here or not? Were you really bribed with that Zero candy bar?"
I pointed to the half-eaten bar in his hand, smirking.
He widened his eyes even more, and I widened my smirk.
I grabbed my purse and board, then slammed my door shut, "Don't you dare go in there."
"Who's gonna stop me?" He shot back, creaking my door open.
"If you do, I'm going to come back with a nice long snake and I'll let it slither soundlessly beneath your covers and will let it do as it pleases," I flashed him a devious smile, and he stiffened in memory of the last time he'd disobeyed me that also involved a slithery serpent.
I heard him shut the door and saunter off.
I kinda wished he would go in, though-I felt like causing him a little mayhem...
I slid down the banister, and jumped off at the very end, landing right in front of the door.
I skidded down the driveway and onto the road, it wasn't long before I rolled into town, then down the street and finally whizzing into Berkley B's Café, which was a hippy-rockabilly tea-and-coffee house that served both food, drink and smooth tunes from it's live stage.
Many, many nights I'd be here, sipping a cup of orange pekoe tea and escaping the world alongside my-"KHRISTALYYYYYYN!!!"
On stage, the hippy singer raised an eyebrow, but carried on her lovely acoustic version of the Black Ghosts' Full Moon.
"Khriss! How've you been?!" The rainbow haired girl shrieked, happily hugging and practically squeezing me to death.
"I'm good-gasp-just got here-wheeze-TracyIcan'tfeelmyhead," I wheezed with my remaining breath.
She giggled and let go, "Sorry, I just missed you!"
"I missed you too! Is anyone else here?" I asked, looking around the low-lit room.
"You just missed the others, they just left for home," She sighed, "That's where I need to be, too..."
"Something going on?" I asked, scooting closer to her for comfort.
"Nah, just that Jason's back and you know how mom gets," She rolled her eyes.
"Ha, yeah, well if he gets excited and tries to get after you again, I'll beat him very, very hard with a stick in all the best places," I growled, glaring at his thought.
"I know," She smiled, "But I do have to go-will I see you here tomorrow, Madame?"
"Indeed you shall, Madamozelle," I replied with a smile.
She grinned and got her purse, waving and blowing kisses and all manner of other things as she left.
I smiled and shook my head.
Tracy Hardee is the sweetest, if most hyperactive person I know-she's liable to accidentally break nearly every glass thing you own, but she'll give you the shirt off her back if you need it.
She's a singer, tea addict, and indie-punk guitarist-we couldn't get along better.
I watched her round the corner and disappear, then got up and ordered a Bismarck and cup of orange pekoe tea.
"All on your lonesome tonight, eh?" The restaurant owner, Andy, said as he sat the tea in front of me.
He's around his late twenties, got reddish blonde hair, and green eyes. I can't tell if he's Scottish or Irish or what, but he's got the accent for it-if a bit slurred by his beloved disco dust. Also doesn't understand the concept of shaving very well and always has reddish brown stubble.
I took it and paid him, "Yep, but I'm happy just being away from the house."
He chuckled a bit, "Can't blame ya, kid-I don't see how ye make it in there."
"Lots and lots," I took a swig, "Of secretly spiked drinks."
We laughed a little about that, but today my friend seemed a bit worried.
"Something up?" I asked, watching to read his expressions.
"Nah, just thinkin'. There was a man in here earlier, askin' to see ya, and boyyy was he a frightful sight," He shuddered a bit, and gave me a pointed look.
"Really? That's odd... What did he look like?" I asked, a bit baffled, and wondering just what his look meant.
"Bout me height, with black hair, and an e-"
Something poked me in the side and I jumped, and knocked my drink across the counter.
A honey-brown haired dude around my age sat near me to watch the singer better, and had unknowingly poked me with his umbrella.
Andy sighed and bent to clean it up.
"I'm sorry, Ang," I apologized.
"Don't worry-happens all the time," He said from below the counter.
"Anyway, he was wearin' a white trench coat of sorts," He gestured the length, "He had his hood on most of the time, so I didn't see much of his face, but he's got a tattoo on the right side of his neck, and pierced ears."
"Sure he was asking for me?" I asked, faces of people running through my head, trying to remember this guy.
"Kid, how many other people're named 'Khristalyn?'"
"...Good point."
"Still, be careful. He looked like a shifty guy, and I don't want ya gettin' int' trouble," He said with a concerned look.
"Don't worry, I'm armed with an arsenal of knives, shurkins, and taizers-nobody's gonna get ahold of me," I grinned mischievously.
"Ehe, ye make a shocking point," He winked.
"Gah, always the puns," I laughed.
I glanced at the time and choked in surprise.
It was already 11:32, and I desperately needed to be home.
I told him goodbye, then headed down the street.
I slipped into my bedroom through the window by climbing a tree, then slid beneath the covers.
Sure enough, Goldie peeked inside.
I pretended to sleep.
She left, and for about an hour, nothing happened.
I was about to get up when I heard someone scuffling around my doorway.
I could smell the acrid scent of alcohol, and the overly cologned smell of Tom.
He opened my lockless door, then stumbled towards my bed, smiling perversely & murmuring his foul intentions.
I readied my taizer.
He pulled back my covers, and then started undressing-
I lit his ass up like dynamite.
He shuddered violently as the volts of electricity passed through his body.
Eventually my battery ran out, and he was left quaking on the floor.
This wasn't the first time the man had attempted to get in my bed-but I usually managed to knock him out or prod him away.
I chose not to tell Dad this-it was a stupid thing to do, mind you. Do not dare follow my example here. I will know-through a long line of my twisted reasoning, I'd decided against it. Just learned to padlock my door when I was asleep.
Joshua was the only one to see about him-Goldie was likely passed out in her bed.
He gasped in shock, "You-you killed my dad-?!"
"Oh, shut up, you moron. He isn't dead at all-he's just unconscious, again. Kinda happens when you've been taized."
"YOU TAIZED HI-!?"
"He was coming to fuckin rape me-of course I did!" I growled, dragging the unconscious man into his and my mother's bedroom. Hiding evidence.
"You can't just- You-!" I tuned out his complaints, and flung the man onto the bed. This would all play out in the morning as a drunken hallucination.
"Listen," I pinned him swiftly to the wall with a single hand, "You speak of this, and you'll get to know what it feels like to stick your weenie in a light socket. Got it?"
He nodded his head slowly.
"Good. Remember that, tomorrow."
"...I wasn't gonna tell," He breathed.
I scrutinized him, "Really, huh?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Guess we'll see tomorrow," I have him a last glare and went into my room, changed into some pjs, locked the door and went to bed.