the ghost of you and me
ehem... no need for my usual spew of long-winded excuses for neglecting this journal. it's become more of the norm than not actually. hehehhehehehe. lazy, lazy, lazy... that's me. :D
but the time seems right (sort of... or maybe i seriously have nothing else to do these days...) to post the second part of the bleach fic series that i was working on. so... yeah... onward!
bleach drabble
ichigo/rukia
of ghosts and echoes of the past...
note : no real spoilers, some Soul Society arc hints, and nay, i do not own bleach (150 and 498 words)
Reflections - Part Two of Five
“Hey, only those with spiritual powers will be able to see us in this form, right?”
“Hmm... I do believe I’ve mentioned something about this before.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Then why are you asking me this again? Getting senile, are we?”
“Oh, shove it, will you. You’re way older than me, you little midget. I just wanted to be sure, you know. I’ve always been able to see stuff, even back then.”
“Ceh. Well, like I said before, your innate spiritual powers were already strong before I came along. That’s why you could see spirits and... ‘stuff’, as you so eloquently put it.”
“So, there are others with that ability, right?”
“Of course. But strong spiritual powers are not that common.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure. Not just anyone can see us, okay?”
“Hmmm... really? Then why is that fat, old stray cat staring at us?”
It was him again.
Rukia awoke slowly to darkness. Judging by the deep shadows shrouding her room and her own internal clock, she knew it had to be just past midnight and the apparition, for lack of a better word, had appeared again.
She sighed as she got up from her bed and walked over to her window to look out into the night and glanced around. It was never hard to spot him, even in the near darkness of the night and her gaze found him almost immediately.
The tall figure was standing perfectly still, balanced gracefully upon the telephone line poles a few streets away, silently gazing out over her neighbourhood. He was clad in dark, flowing traditional robes complete with a black-sheathed sword that contrasted sharply with his flaming-orange, decidedly modern, spiky hair.
Rukia just stared up at him, not quite sure about what to make of the mysterious specter.
Curiously, she always seemed to be able to sense his presence, no matter what. He never came around at the same time or even appeared at the same place. But he showed up regularly nonetheless, at different hours of the night and was always within sight from her bedroom window every single time.
She was surprised though, that she had only started to have these sightings of him around the year she turned fifteen.
After all, she had been seeing ghosts ever since she was a child. She had what some referred to as the 'third eye' and it was strong enough for her to still retain it past her childhood. Rukia was used to seeing things that others couldn’t see and over the years, had developed a nonchalant attitude towards her otherworldly encounters.
It had became commonplace for her to see and occasionally even communicate with ghosts of all sorts, both human and animals alike. She had gotten glimpses from afar of strange skeletal-like ghouls with holes, of all things, on different parts of their bodies. She had seen strange spiritual things like ethereal black butterflies and curious red ribbons fluttering by from the corner of her eyes.
But in all her years, she had yet to see something quite like him.
He was definitely human enough, that much was clear. But ordinary ghosts don’t go around with deadly-looking swords, right? Well, he could have been the spirit of a samurai, but then again, who had ever heard of orange-haired samurai? And did they really wear black back then? Wasn’t it considered an ominous colour? And the way that he wore the traditional robes made it look like a uniform...
He was, all things considered, odd.
Maybe it was just another random, though decidedly persistent, ghost that lurked on the streets right outside her bedroom window.
Yet somehow, she knew instinctively that this 'ghost' of hers, perched so gracefully on the highest peak of her small town, was no ordinary spook.
But that certainty once again left her pondering on what exactly he was...
~tbc~
i seriously need line breaks... well, any comments/nit-picks/mistakes and such?
the next part will definitely be up faster than this one was... i hope! Xp
*i still miss my andon... sigh...*
Edit : On to next...
annilra.livejournal.com/15370.html
but the time seems right (sort of... or maybe i seriously have nothing else to do these days...) to post the second part of the bleach fic series that i was working on. so... yeah... onward!
bleach drabble
ichigo/rukia
of ghosts and echoes of the past...
note : no real spoilers, some Soul Society arc hints, and nay, i do not own bleach (150 and 498 words)
Reflections - Part Two of Five
“Hey, only those with spiritual powers will be able to see us in this form, right?”
“Hmm... I do believe I’ve mentioned something about this before.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Then why are you asking me this again? Getting senile, are we?”
“Oh, shove it, will you. You’re way older than me, you little midget. I just wanted to be sure, you know. I’ve always been able to see stuff, even back then.”
“Ceh. Well, like I said before, your innate spiritual powers were already strong before I came along. That’s why you could see spirits and... ‘stuff’, as you so eloquently put it.”
“So, there are others with that ability, right?”
“Of course. But strong spiritual powers are not that common.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure. Not just anyone can see us, okay?”
“Hmmm... really? Then why is that fat, old stray cat staring at us?”
It was him again.
Rukia awoke slowly to darkness. Judging by the deep shadows shrouding her room and her own internal clock, she knew it had to be just past midnight and the apparition, for lack of a better word, had appeared again.
She sighed as she got up from her bed and walked over to her window to look out into the night and glanced around. It was never hard to spot him, even in the near darkness of the night and her gaze found him almost immediately.
The tall figure was standing perfectly still, balanced gracefully upon the telephone line poles a few streets away, silently gazing out over her neighbourhood. He was clad in dark, flowing traditional robes complete with a black-sheathed sword that contrasted sharply with his flaming-orange, decidedly modern, spiky hair.
Rukia just stared up at him, not quite sure about what to make of the mysterious specter.
Curiously, she always seemed to be able to sense his presence, no matter what. He never came around at the same time or even appeared at the same place. But he showed up regularly nonetheless, at different hours of the night and was always within sight from her bedroom window every single time.
She was surprised though, that she had only started to have these sightings of him around the year she turned fifteen.
After all, she had been seeing ghosts ever since she was a child. She had what some referred to as the 'third eye' and it was strong enough for her to still retain it past her childhood. Rukia was used to seeing things that others couldn’t see and over the years, had developed a nonchalant attitude towards her otherworldly encounters.
It had became commonplace for her to see and occasionally even communicate with ghosts of all sorts, both human and animals alike. She had gotten glimpses from afar of strange skeletal-like ghouls with holes, of all things, on different parts of their bodies. She had seen strange spiritual things like ethereal black butterflies and curious red ribbons fluttering by from the corner of her eyes.
But in all her years, she had yet to see something quite like him.
He was definitely human enough, that much was clear. But ordinary ghosts don’t go around with deadly-looking swords, right? Well, he could have been the spirit of a samurai, but then again, who had ever heard of orange-haired samurai? And did they really wear black back then? Wasn’t it considered an ominous colour? And the way that he wore the traditional robes made it look like a uniform...
He was, all things considered, odd.
Maybe it was just another random, though decidedly persistent, ghost that lurked on the streets right outside her bedroom window.
Yet somehow, she knew instinctively that this 'ghost' of hers, perched so gracefully on the highest peak of her small town, was no ordinary spook.
But that certainty once again left her pondering on what exactly he was...
~tbc~
i seriously need line breaks... well, any comments/nit-picks/mistakes and such?
the next part will definitely be up faster than this one was... i hope! Xp
*i still miss my andon... sigh...*
Edit : On to next...
annilra.livejournal.com/15370.html