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[moonsheen]

14_lyrics Rockstar!Ichigo continuity. ....bizarre, in a word.



I died quickly. Really, really quickly. I was crossing the street. It was a rain day there was truck and…yeah. I wasn’t looking and…yeah. It didn’t hurt very much. One minute I was crossing and thinking, oh god, I’m going to be late to meet my friends—the next minute I’m sitting on the curb watching people stand around my body and I’m just thinking. Stupid. Stupid. Why are you so stupid Miya-chan? You didn’t even get a boyfriend!

…at first being a ghost didn’t really feel very nice. Everything was very heavy. And I had this chain, hanging out of the front of me. A chain! I didn’t know what it was for! It kind of hurt to touch so I tried not to whenever I could. I stayed on the curb for days—I think it was days! It got dark a few times so I guess it must have been. Time passed weirdly—I guess I must have gotten a memorial service. I guess mother and father must have been sad. And my sister must have cried and gotten my make up. And…yeah. I got used it though. After awhile, the air didn’t feel so heavy. And I could float. I could float! There was a photo booth nearby. You get those stickers from it. I liked hang out there. Girls would come. Girls with their boyfriends would come. Sometimes just a boy would come and I’d sit next to him and get my picture taken with him. Pretend he was my boyfriend, if he was cute!

My face ended up all over, I like to think. I like to think I had a lot of boyfriends who I took pictures with. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I’m not popular!

I think I spent years like that? Maybe? I don’t know. It felt like a long time. I didn’t feel cold or hot. So I could only guess the season by the clothes people or wearing. I liked my photo booth. I stayed there mostly. But there was also a theatre down the street—the place where I’d been going to meet my friends when I died—and I’d go there too sometimes. Watch a movie. Sit in the seats next to a boy. It’s like a date. After the movies over I go back to the photo booth and…yeah. That is what I was doing. The night it happened. The thing.

I was floating—I liked to float! –across the road and I saw a shadow next time. It was a very large shadow. But didn’t think much of it. There are a lot of shadows in the world after all! I don’t have one anymore. But this one kept growing. I kept going. It grew with each step I took. It was following me, I realized! This is bad, I realized! So I started moving faster, and the shadow did too. Soon the shadow had legs. A long body. A long tail. A white, white face—it looked like a skull—not a human skull, a dog or a rat or something. It had teeth though. It had a mouth. It was grinning at me. It wanted something very bad, I knew, and I didn’t feel cold when people started wearing scarves and winter uniforms—but I felt cold then. I ran. I tripped. It was suddenly on me. Stupid Miya-chan, I thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You’ll be the first ghost to die again!

And then…yeah. I didn’t see. My eyes were closed. But the thing, the shadow, the rat, the monster; its head fell to the side. It was split in two, across one of the eye sockets. It crumbled before it fell. And there I was suddenly, all alone. There, across from me…was this…man. Older man. Alive. Very tall. Looking right at me. He had a sword over his shoulder—no. Actually. He had guitar over his shoulder. A big, black guitar. Electric. He looked at me.

He looked at me! It had been a very long time since anyone did that. Sometimes, the boys I had pictures taken with, they looked at the stickers they print out and they blinked a little bit. But they never saw me, perched next to him. This man—this older man with a guitar…yeah. He saw me.

I blushed. I couldn’t help it. He was very good looking, even if his was hair was very bright. He wore nice clothes: american jeans with a skull patch on the knee. A heavy dark jacket with a white shirt underneath; something written across it in English. Tinted sunglasses—Miya-chan, I thought, you’ve been rescued by an actor. Or a rock star! …and you, you had to go and die in your school uniform.

“Yo,” he said, with a deep deep voice. “You’ve been here for awhile haven’t you?”

“…not that long,” I said, hiding my face. I didn’t really know though.

“Yeah? Well, has to get boring, hanging out on the same street here…”

“It’s not that bad,” I said. I didn’t want him to think I was a boring person.

I looked up and he was raising his eyebrows at me—it looked like he’d bleached those too--they were the same color as his hair. “...think you’d say that in a few years?”

“I’m dead though,” I said.

“Kinda noticed,” he said.

“It was a car.”

He nodded. “…crappy way to bite it, yeah.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” Which was true.

“You think so?” He touched his guitar again, at that point. Black guitar. As he took it off his shoulder it made a sound, a soft cutting noise in the air.

Like a sword.

“Yanno,” he said, and he was smiling very nicely, even if his tone was very gruff. “I don't.”

…and that’s the story of how I got here, Mr. Shinigami.

Comments

[autophanous.livejournal.com]

Hate to break it to you:

SO NOT CRAP. Egads I love you so much. ♥!

[troisroyaumes]

I bow to your utter, utter brilliance. Black guitar. As he took it off his shoulder it made a sound, a soft cutting noise in the air. ::swoons at the coolness::

[blankmeridian.livejournal.com]

T.T BLEACH is one of those fandoms that I hid from while everyone else was inhaling it, but then I poke curiously at your fics and almost want to check it out just to read them and know all the details of what's going on.

[blankmeridian.livejournal.com]

Ha. I just realized that I commented about not following BLEACH with an icon from the manga. *cough*

[go-hifreann-lea.livejournal.com]

Heh. Wow, I can say that the character was sufficently irritating to be very realistic. Yum, yum, Ichigo. Good job.

[white_aster]

...omg guitar!zangetsu...that is the awesomest thing ever. ^__^

[starlighter.livejournal.com]

Because, you know, I could totally see Zangetsu as the most badass guitar anyone had ever laid eyes upon. *hearts!*

[random-prophet.livejournal.com]

...SO COOL.

...did his shirt happen to say "Speaking is NOT communication?" And yes, Zangetsu would be the coolest guitar ever.

[aviy.livejournal.com]

Read this yesterday, forgot to comment that I loved it.

In a way there is something both interesting and relaxing about the mind of an utterly non-unique girl.

[aviy.livejournal.com]

Also:

Ichigo and Dante as guitar weapons buddies: it would so happen

[kuzhi.livejournal.com]

I stumble upon your journal and fall headlong into your brilliancy. BRAVO, BRAVO all the way!