This fic is rated MATURE. You should not be reading unless you're at least fourteen. (And for the dude who's counting- this is my responsible deed for the day.)
WALK LIKE A SHINIGAMI
fourth set: two hundred and six broken bones
15. REAPER
There's blood spilled on the floor. They all look at her and she doesn't understand. Why? Their mouths are moving, but they don't speak. She lies still on her back and then she realizes the blood is probably hers.
She forces her defiant breath. Her limbs will not move. What has she lost? She wants it back. Give it back. Her fright fades and she remembers those words Renji told her. How he'd told her that he was getting clean. He was done. He found something worth fighting for. He'd said, "I love him more than this."
Oh, love, love, love! Yes, love unites and death divides! Her mouth curves into a smile. Her skull got cracked on the counter, just a slight shove at a bad direction.
Her brain quits.
This was her fortuitous death.
16. GRAVE SECRETS, PART 3
There are no tears for death. There is no sadness, only regret. He stands at her grave. His shiny, black hair blowing. His sister is dead. Unintentionally, he caused it, but he does not cry.
There are no tears for death.
His red hair blows as he stands next to her brother, a hand on his shoulder. "Never stand at her grave and cry," he says. "She's not there."
Ichigo shifts behind them. He didn't know her, only her story.
"Then where?" Byakuya asks.
Renji walks, motioning for the boy to follow. Ichigo trails behind. The path is lit with sunlight, rendering it unfamiliar. He leads them to his grave. He stands before it. The gray stone with his name carved into it.
Ichigo holds his shock.
"I," Renji says, crouching and running a hand in the grass of his grave, "don' sleep here…Where is Rukia? She's," he smiles, "everywhere." A breeze blows between the graves; the drafts carry leaves and birds. In the air is spring. In the sky are crystalline clouds. Rukia is everywhere.
"Who's grave is that?" It's Ichigo who speaks. He sees the faint form of the sister near the redheaded man. The ghost clings to him, but why?
Renji glances at his grave, "Mine."
Why is his face so serene?
17. CYLINDER
Something is stuck in the air conditioning. They can hear it from the window, the constant wapping- just wap, wap, wap.
"Somethin's in the AC," Renji says. Ichigo nods. It sounds like a shovel dragging across the driveway. "Maybe you should fix it, so it doesn't like… blow up or something."
"It won't blow up," he answers.
"But what if it does?"
"I don't care if it does."
Wap. Wap. Wap. "Seriously dude."
"It won't blow up."
Renji pauses. "What if I smack it?"
"What?"
"You know," he gestures crudely. "Smack it."
"Why would you smack it?"
"To shut it up."
"That doesn't actually work."
"Ima try it." Renji gets off the couch.
"Don't!"
"What?"
"Don't smack it."
"Why not? I'm already here."
"You'll break it."
"Damn thing's already broken. Listen to it."
"Don't smack it."
"Ima smack it."
"Do… not… smack… my AC."
Renji lifts his hand.
"If you smack it, it'll blow for sure."
Renji lowers his hand and sits back next to Ichigo. "I never thought 'a that," he says. "You think it would?"
"Definitely."
Wap, wap, wap.
"…Ichigo… I'm bored. I can't stand just sitting around like this. I needa do something."
"Just sit still."
"Can't."
"Get your hands away from me."
"Ichigo…"
"Just sit still!"
"I can't!"
"Hey! Relax, would ya?"
"Can't! Ima active type 'a person."
"Just," Ichigo flails, catching Renji's wrists, "sit still, eh? Hey! Don't lick me."
"Mmm."
"Renji! Byakuya will be here any minute!"
"Ichigoo…" The man's lips met with Ichigo's neck.
"Uhnn."
"…I… brushed my teeth this morning," his lips moved against the boy's skin.
"What?! Why're you saying that now?"
"Mm, 'cause I just remembered. I can still taste the mint, check it out."
"…Ah, yeah… you taste good… for once. Ah! Don't bite!"
An angry shout erupted, overwhelming the constant wapping of the AC. The words, 'don't do that on my couch!' rang in their ears. The guilty two sat up, peering over the side of the black sofa. Byakuya covered his eyes. His cheeks were bright with rushing blood. "Oh God! I hope you two are at least clothed!"
Renji grins, "Yeah, of course dude. Hey, when'd ya get in?"
"Get off me already," Ichigo huffs, throwing the larger man onto the floor.
Thud.
Wap, wap wap.
"Unbelievable. That couch is new. New!" Byakuya whines. "You better not have stained it!"
"Relax dude," Renji says from the floor. "Everything's still new."
Byakuya composes himself, "Alright, let's just go… before we're late."
"Okay!" Renji says, leaping up from the floor. "So that place checked out then? It's totally haunted for real?"
"Yes, and in dire need of exorcism, more importantly- our rent is overdue so… go 'annihilate' it and bring home some cash."
"I don't annihilate," Renji pouts. "I help souls pass over."
Byakuya scoffs, "Well, under the yellow pages, it's exorcism. So exorcise."
Ichigo clasps a hand around Renji's open and flapping mouth, "Yeah, yeah. We get it. Come on, Renji. I'll help you find it. Let's go."
"Right," Renji says. "And when we get back, Ichigo, we can-"
"-Ah! Don't be so open about your sexuality! Some people don't want to hear about it!" Byakuya shouts.
"What? Who wouldn't?" Renji asks. "I'm fascinating."
"You're insane," Ichigo says.
End.
And if you're still with me, you may be asking: "What the hell was this?!"
Answer: Should I have some explaining to do?
Well, this was an experimental fic for me. That's all.
Asking: Should I have rated it TEEN?
Answer: It doesn't matter what I rate it because kids'll still read MATURE shit, and it ain't my problem.
Asking: This was a suck-ass conclusion!
Answer: (Wait, that's not a question.) Well, then I suppose it matches the chapters, eh?
Asking: Why are all your stories the same? Why don't you get some new material?
Answer: I have shit for brains. I can't write anything happy or romantic to save my
miserable life. If you want a feel good story, or even a story with some sort of moral, go watch Shrek or something.
Asking: Um, who's asking?
No Answer.
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