Contains Language The Seventh Rant

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Bleach Fanfic

THE SEVENTH WIRE


Part 1: Intro




It was raining heavily outside. Jennifer came out on the balcony of their small condo. The rain was so gray, so sad... It made her shiver and gave her goosebumps. The feeling something ominous was about to happen couldn't stop haunting her.

-”Jennifer, go back to bed. It's like frickin' four in the morning.”

-”Oh, stop complaining, Alex. You whiny brat.”

She slid back in the bedroom and quietly sat down on the bed, snuggling by Alex.

~*~Some time later~*~

-”How was work?” Alex asked.

They were driving through a tunnel.

-”A pain, to be honest. I can't wait to get home and just lie down.” She turned her head towards the window, looking at the mesmerising tunnel lights.

-”Honey, have you ever thought about marriage?”, she asked him. He was caught surprised by the question, stuttering, not knowing what to say.

-”I mean, we've been living together for a while now. I think it's about time we make the next step. Right?”

Alex seemed confused and, for a brief moment, scared, unsure. Just about he was to answer her...

It all happened in a flash. The truck was driving on the wrong lane, just around the bend. He hit the brakes hard, but it was a head on collision. The car seemed to bounce off the front of the truck, a comic moment before death. For both of them.


Part 2

-”Welcome, one and all, to Soul Society!”, the fat shinigami was yelling to the new batch of dead souls. There were thousands of them, perhaps millions even. He called each and every up and gave them a district to live in. For some reason the time seemed to fly, he didn't feel bored, tired or anything of that sort; it seemed like a short second that the fat shinigami took to give districts to thousands of other souls. As it was his turn to approach the fat shinigami, he looked at him queerily.

-”Excuse me, but what are you exactly?”

-”Why, I'm a shinigami, of course. My name is Kantaro. Glad to meet you! Although I honestly suspect we'll see each other again. You know, I had a far cousin or grandson of mine one hundred and fifty – or so years ago, up here, and I never saw him since! Soul society really is a big place, I'll tell ya.”, the plump man kept yabbering on.

It was just then that Alex started realising things. The plump man was wearing a katana, a black robe and a rope around his waist. The surroundings were surreal. He was in a wood of a kind. All of those souls, people standing there with him, were suddenly gone.

-”I'm...dead”, he realized.

-”Gotta give you points for that realization, kid”, another voice in his head spoke.

He was amazed. This was just too much information for him to absorb at once.

-”Kiddo? You there? You got district 55. It's not a bad district, but not the best one aswell. You'll be fine.”

His body started, almost, warping, how to say it. It went up in little, thin, lines, and then dissapeared.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a bed. He got up and looked around.

It was a nice, little japanese style condo with tatamis on the floor. He put some clothes on which were there and walked out.

Then he realized something.

-”Where's Jennifer?”

-”Took you long enough to get it, dumbass.”; the voice again.

-”You again? Who are you?”

The voice didn't respond anymore. He opened the door, and there it was -

a long street, basked in sun, with many people walking up and down. The road seemed to stretch into infinity, over the horizon.



~*~*~Same time, Hueco Mundo~*~*~

She woke up. Her face was different, disfigured. All around her was white sand, and in the distance she could see a great white tower. She got up and started walking towards it. All around her, cactuses or dead leaves. The sand was somehow reflective of the sun, even though there was no sun. It was a pitch black night, lit only by the half moon in the sky.

~*~*~Back at Soul Society, 55th district~*~*~

Just as he stepped out on the street, a big, black, strong man caught him by his collar and threw him in a side-alley. He rushed in behind him, his massive body almost blocking out the light in the small alley. Alex could see four soldiers pass by. He noticed the black man had the same clothes as the plump shinigami, and a katana on his back. He put a finger on his mouth, signalling Alex to be quiet.Alex was surprised he was calm despite all that, as if he couldn't get excited, as if his pupils decided to stop expanding.