Where has the time gone?

2007-04-22T06:40:16Z

Just a quick note:

It's my birthday today!!!

Happy Birthday to me.

Where has the time gone? It certainly doesn't feel like a year has passed... What's that old saying?

"When I was a child, time crawled. When I was a young [adult], time ran."

Time certainly seems like it's running now. Is this what it feels like to get old??? Hm.
*wanders off to ponder the situation*

First Fic Post

2007-04-01T04:32:28Z

I've just been looking through my bookmarks and realized that they've gotten entirely out of control. I must have hundreds of them and its becoming a real chore to find the site I want at any given time. Honestly, its ridiculous.

I've got a Bleach fic that I'm in the process of writing that, wonder of wonders, does not focus on an original character. I started it a while ago (read, last year, as in early 2006) but inspiration for it has hit me again. The basic summary is that Ichigo's mother wasn't killed by the Grand Fisher; instead Ichigo is killed saving her from the Hollow and goes to Soul Society.

There will be original characters in this fic, mostly because Ichigo is going to go to the Academy and the only Shinigami canon lets us see are those that have graduated, but the fic is going to focus on the canon characters.

I'll post the prologue and we'll see what happens.

Don't own, don't sue.

As-Yet-Untitled Bleach Fic: Prologue

He did not like the rain.

It was cold and wet - the only time you should be wet was in the bath, and baths were never cold. It brought up a sort-of mist that made everything blurry, which made the usually friendly streets creepy. And it made big puddles in the roads that let the big trucks and cars splash little kids like him with even more cold water. He did not like the rain.

But mommy was here and she made everything okay, wiping away the wet on his face with a happy smile and promising him a treat for being so brave as to not cry.

They were walking home after his karate lesson. He'd done pretty good, but Tatsuki-chan had beaten him again, though sensei said she shouldn't have hit him in the mouth.

Now they were walking by the river. When it was sunny this was a fun place to play; the grass was green and soft, and the water would sparkle prettily. There was someone down there right now, but it wasn't a good time to play. The grass was dark, matted and muddy, the mist was thick, and the water looked angry. The raindrops hit it so hard the surface churned in waves tipped with white foam. It looked like a long, hungry mouth.

And the person was standing very close to the edge of the river. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl; he or she was too far away to see in the rain. The kid was wearing a long white raincoat that didn't have a hood, which really defeated the purpose, and had chin-length dark hair. He wanted to ask his mommy what the kid was doing down there, but she was looking the other way so she hadn't seen.

But now the kid was walking closer to the water! He shouldn't do that - it was dangerous, he could get pulled in. He had to stop that kid, now, there was no time to warn mommy.

He ran down the hill toward the kid, pulling his hand free from hers and ignoring her startled cry. He did not like the rain; it muffled his yells of warning to the kid, who must not have heard him because the kid didn't turn around. The kid was almost too close to the river now, one more step and he would be pulled in. He reached out and at the last second managed to catch the kid's hand.

Standing there, so close to the river, he was very scared though he couldn't say exactly why. He had stopped the kid, right? He told the kid that he shouldn't be so close to the river, he'd get pulled in and that was bad, and tried to tug the kid back.

Then the kid smiled at him and said, "I know. You will."

If he had been scared before he was utterly terrified now. He dropped the-kid-who-was-not-a-kid's hand as though he had been burned, realizing too late that this was not a living person, but one of those other-things that he could see and no one else but Karin-chan could. But this one was very bad, very mean, and wanted to hurt him.

He had to get away, but he couldn't move.

Then his mommy was behind him, asking why he had run off and who he had been talking to. He could barely hear her, transfixed by what he saw rising from the frothing water that had hid it. It was dark, mossy-greenish and hairy all over, connected to the not-kid by a tentacle. Its face was a terrifying white mask with glowing eyes.

Mommy was still talking, and the eyes shifted to look at her. He realized with a jolt that mommy couldn't see what he saw - she couldn't see the mask. And he somehow knew that the mask was going to hurt her now, instead of him. He didn't know how he knew, but the mask was going to hurt and eat and kill mommy, the most wonderful woman to ever live, anywhere. He couldn't let that happen.

He could move again.

He jumped between the mask and his mommy, screaming for her to run away, about the mask and how it was going to eat her. He pushed her back with strength he didn't know he had and she fell out of the way as the mask's gnashing teeth caught his shoulder. The thing shook him, lifting him off the ground, and he couldn't see his mommy and it hurt so much but that was okay, because if it had him then mommy was safe. But once the mask was done with him it might go after her again, and he couldn't let it hurt his mommy so he had to make it go away.

There was the feeling of something being pulled away from him and he realized that the mask was eating him now. But he also realized that what it was eating was somehow what he needed to use to drive it off, so he had to stop it.

So he thought about his mommy and how very, very much he wanted to keep her safe - and what the mask had pulled away came flowing back, and more besides. For a long moment everything glowed bright, bright blue. His chest hurt briefly; a sharp, quick pain and he fell to the ground as the mask dropped him. Through the roar of the rain he could hear the mask screaming, could somehow feel it running away, that he'd hurt it with whatever he'd done. Now it wouldn't hurt his mommy.

But when he tiredly lifted his head to look at her and smile he saw his mommy kneeling on the muddy ground by the river. She was crying, screaming for help, that her son was hurt. She was clutching something to her that looked an awful lot like him, normally bright orange hair dull and flat from the wet and blood on the yellow raincoat.

He was so tired that he couldn't stay awake, though he wanted to go to his mommy and tell her that he was right here, that he was okay, just very sleepy.

And his last thoughts before blackness swallowed him was that if it weren't for the rain none of these horrible things would have happened. He wouldn't have been tricked by the mask and his mommy wouldn't be crying.

Ichigo hated the rain.

TBC

A/N: If the character's thoughts seem a bit immature or OOC it's because at this point Ichigo is only about 9 years old and was, at the time, something of a crybaby.

Constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Tell me what you think!

And God said "Let there be Light"...

2007-03-25T04:51:45Z

I never thought I would be doing this. Making a livejournal account, that is.  Still, it seems like the thing to do at this point in time, so what the hey.

Nevermind the ramblings of a young adult trying to find her place in the world. I would have prefered to find a black layout but there weren't any that caught my fancy. I'm still trying to figure this out, actually.

I am Kuraishine. Pronounced Ku-reye-she-nay, said very quickly. The literal translation means dark/black death.  I would like to point out that while I am a self-proclaimed cynic and occasionally possessed by a morbid sense of humor, I didn't choose the name to be creepy. In fact it was the name of a vampire-character that was based off of me for a comic that never really got off the ground. Which is a pity because the character herself was actually pretty cool, although since she looked a lot like a female version of Zelgadis from Slayers, minus the rocks, that was pretty much a given. ^_^

I am a longtime lurker of writers' livejournals, who is hoping to de-lurk and maybe make a few friends along the way. And being a writer myself I hope to post some of my own works here and maybe get a bit of feedback. This in addition to the regular blogging I will probably do, so if anyone winds up reading this I warn you that many rants at the stupidity of the world in general are soon to come. For those that do not mind this, expect posts at all hours, for I am a caffeine-addicted insomniac.

Off I go onto the webs of the internet. I have people I wish to friend.

In the Darkness Many Secrets Exist...

Where has the time gone?

First Fic Post

And God said "Let there be Light"...