Bleached Metal: Encore

Yes! That's right! Its back! The stars of Bleached Metal return for more crack-fic-fun! I hope you enjoy it. The long awaited (Does a month count?) sequel is here for you to enjoy. So sit back, play something heavy and rock on! Contains Violence, coarse language, drug use, mature themes...You know, the good stuff! Enjoy and review!

Track 1: Comeback

Inside a small hall, two thousand people gathered together before a small wooden stage. Blood-curdling screams echoed from the crowd as they jumped about and shoved their neighbours aggressively. The lights were down and an ominous rising note was playing on a loudspeaker while mist crossed over the stage.

The packed little room reeked of sweat and the night was still young.

Bored security guards stood firmly, crossing their arms and glaring at the crowd.

For a while, this went on, the only noises were from the crowd as they roared and cheered at the empty stage. The ominous note reached a high pitch and then started over again.

A silhouette appeared behind the mist. Its shoulders were slumped and it carried something in its arms. As it came closer it was revealed. A man with wild blue hair and a wild gleam in his eyes. He held his scarred bass guitar in one hand while raising the other hand in the air, forming devil horns.

The crow returned the gesture and roared even louder as another silhouette took the stage, this time a man with a spiky red ponytail. He held an electric guitar that appeared as if it could also be used as a deadly weapon as well due to the spikes and hooks that formed its body. The red-head yelled out loud and raised both hands in the air, gesturing the crowd to get louder.

They did as asked and an unholy roar escaped from them, loud enough to bring the small room to the ground.

A tall lanky drummer sat behind the imposing set with its many individual pieces. The man flicked back his draping black hair and grinned with large, clearly visible teeth.

The recorder noise rose in pitch again and two final silhouettes appeared from the back of the stage. The almighty roar increased in volume and intensity as the couple made their way to the head of the stage.

One was a small framed girl in a skimpy gothic number, wielding a magnificent electric guitar. The other figure was a young man with spiky orange hair. His face was hidden behind corpse paint but his smile was unmistakeable. He raised devil horns and screamed, inciting an equal reaction from the crowd.

The girl took her place and the boy stepped back and took up a microphone. The lights flickered, illuminating everyone for a brief second before everything went out and only the thick fog could be seen.

"Hollow." The boy rasped in a chilling voice.

The crowd cheered as a double bass count-in ensued. It went on for a moment before the sides of the stage erupted in pillars of flames and strobe lights switched on, lighting up the band as they all did their job.

A haunting lead melody played over a darker rhythm piece, all the while the drums were attacked mercilessly by the lanky man whose head was swinging in a full circle in beat with the song, swinging his hair about like a windmill.

The crowd cheered as the front man took a deep breath and unleashed a tortured scream that stretched on for twenty whole seconds. By the end of the haunting cry everyone in the audience had Goosebumps and several shuddered.

"As I sleep, a voice calls to me..." The boy growled in a tone so dark and menacing that it would frighten even the most thick-skinned of people. "It's urging me, to go on a-" The boy leaned back and gazed at the heavens while shrieking in true black metal fashion, "-Killing spreeeeeeee!"

The crowd seperated and formed several mosh pits. People fought against one another while being totally absorbed in the grim ferocity of the music.

The boy's eyes flickered manically as he resumed his bestial growling. "Eat their soul, suck their blood, throw their corpses to the mud! HOLLOW!"

The guitars had a short duel before leading into the chorus riff. The drummer beat the living crap out of the drums and the bass player's fingers moved so fast that they could barely be followed with the naked eye.

The singer used his aggressive roars to combat the unrelenting musical assault that erupted from the speakers.

"Hollow! This hole inside! Hollow! Taking over my mind!" Ichigo then gave another sustained scream lasting just as long as the first one.

A dual lead guitar solo followed. Half the crowd became air guitarists, living out their dreams without the slightest sense of self consciousness. Others rocked their heads back and forth rhythmically, throwing their hair about and losing themselves in the moment. Several people crawled over the people in front of them and began to crowd surf to the stage. The rest were drunk on animalistic rage and intensified their battles within the mosh pits.

As the solo wound down back into the verse the vocalist returned to the front of the stage with a sinister smile. "You life as you know it, now at an end, come and join us, be one with the dead!" Ichigo glared at the crowd and snarled. "Endless violence, endless pain, innocent victims I shall maim! HOLLOW!"

The chorus returned, more aggressive than before and with intermittent miniature solos between phrases. The crowd chanted along as the front man jumped off of the stage and landed on top of them. The excited fans held him up and carried him while he screamed the final chorus.

"HOLLOW! THIS HOLE INSIDE! HOLLOW! TAKING OVER MY FUCKING MIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!"

When he was back on the stage the boy gave one last agonised scream and the whole band played frenziedly ending on one abrupt and heavy power chord.

The lights died out instantly and the crowd cheered louder than they had before. Applause was added into the mix as well now and several pairs of panties were thrown by the female fans. The spotlights switched on and the band members bowed and went to the foot of the stage.

The boy roared and raised a fist, inciting a wild howl from his dedicated followers. "YEEEEAAAAH! I am Ichigo Kurosaki! This Is Rukia Kuchiki!" He gestured to the female guitarist. "This is Renji Abarai!" The red-head. "Grimmjow Jaggerjeaques!" The bass player. "And this is our session drummer Nnoitrra! The tall drummer hurled his sticks into the crowd.

"We...Are...Soul Reapeeeeeerrrrrrr!" Ichigo roared with raised devil horns.

"Thank you, you've been fucking amazing! See you on tour!"

The band members retreated backstage. Grimmjow snatched a bottle of water and sculled the lot. Renji wiped his forehead with a towel while Rukia and Ichigo embraced each other and shared a kiss.

"Get a room." Nnoitrra moaned as he strolled past them.

"Maybe later." Rukia giggled and turned to leave, only to be spanked by her lover. She yelped and then giggled like a horny schoolgirl.

Renji watched with a scowl. He still hadn't gotten over it. Part of him had him convinced he'd never live it down. Losing was one thing...But losing to Ichigo! That was an insult in his mind. Worst of all the prize was more important than anything else in the world...The hand of Rukia Kuchiki. He cursed inwardly and remembered his promise to Rukia a while ago.

Rukia was led out of the hospital accompanied by the cheerful cries of a legion of fans. The band travelled to a bar and after a drawn out kiss between the newlyweds, Ichigo wandered off to order drinks.

Rukia watched him leave and the turned sharply to Renji. "What's wrong with you?"

Renji cradled his chin in one hand and drummed the fingers of the other on the table. "Nothing..." He murmured.

"It's about me and Ichigo isn't it?" Rukia guessed well on the mark.

Renji snorted and averted his gaze. "As if. I don't care about that anymore."

"Bullshit! I know you still haven't gotten over it! God, what is wrong with you? You have to understand that I love Ichigo and that's the way it's gonna be!"

Renji rolled his eyes like a spoiled brat.

"Please Renji. I hate having to live like this. It's so stupid." Rukia gazed down at the table and frowned. "Could you promise me something Ren...You know, as a friend?"

Renji said nothing, but stared intently at her.

"I want you to promise me that you will stop acting like this. You have to promise me that you will get over the marriage so we can get on with our lives. Can you do it...for me?" Rukia's deep blue eyes sparkled like the ocean at sunrise.

Renji found himself struck by her beauty and absent-mindedly agreed. It wasn't until Rukia had thanked him with a soft peck on the cheek that he understood what he'd done.

Rukia skipped over to the bathroom leaving Renji alone. He rubbed his cheek and then bowed his head. "Shit..."

The irate red-head forced a smile, appearing happy on the outside while his mind berated him over his decision back then.

Why did I do it? Usually I only do stupid things when I'm drunk! Dammit...This is gonna be a rough time...

The band members filed into a black van and were driven home, back to Grimmjow's large home. When the van pulled up on the cub memories flooded back as if a dam had all of a sudden broken.

"It's been so long..." Ichigo whispered.

"I missed you..." Grimmjow said softly. Everyone stared at him and he blushed through the corpse paint.

They stepped out and paid the driver a small sum for his efforts and then waved him off. The vehicle blended in with the darkness that surrounded them and it soon vanished from sight.

The band hurried inside and instantly threw themselves at the lounges. Renji and Grimmjow both went for the same lounge and inadvertently head butted each other on the way, both landing in a heap just in front of their desired chair. Ichigo stepped over them and made himself comfy, placing his feet on the human cushions.

Nnoitrra groaned while flexing his wrists. "Damn, that was a workout! How did Kenpachi manage?"

"That man would've kept drumming even if he broke his hands...Come to think of it even if they were cut of he'd just slam his head into the drums..." Rukia sighed. "I miss him."

"I don't miss Urahara! I'm glad that bastard is rotting in the ground!" Ichigo snarled while folding his arms behind his head. He yawned and stretched his legs out, accidentally kicking Grimmjow in the face. He apologised feebly and then yawned again. "How late is it?"

"It's three thirty." Grimmjow answered, rubbing his jaw.

"No, that isn't right. It's night time."

"There is a three thirty in the morning as well dumbass." Grimmjow explained.

"But...Wasn't the gig supposed to end at midnight?" Ichigo asked.

"We did four encores. That's why it's so damn late. Still, it was our first show in months...Those people deserved a special show." Rukia said, removing the striped sleeves that ran up her arm. She threw them at the wall and groaned. "This top is so tight. I thought I was going to suffocate."

Ichigo ignored her and whined himself. "Someone punched me while I crowd surfed..."

"Stop whinging!" Nnoitrra roared. "You're supposed to be scary, not bitch and whine about every little thing!" The temporary drummer kicked the sofa beside him, unwittingly releasing the footrest which banged his shin. He hopped on one leg and cursed.

"Well Nnoitrra. Show us how it's done. Don't whine." Ichigo smirked.

"Screw you! That's not fair!"

"He's not acting scary." Rukia added with a wry smile.

"Shut up!" Nnoitrra tried to swipe at the meddlesome woman but lost his balance and tripped. He cried out as he face planted. The others laughed uproariously. When Nnoitrra was back on his feet he shot a fierce glare to everyone in the room and stormed out.

"He's tired. In the morning he'll have forgotten all about it."

"True." Rukia nodded. She wandered off into one of the many bedrooms to get changed while the others fell asleep where they were, too exhausted to move.

The life of a rock god is a difficult life, but it's worth it!

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