Living In Confusion

Shinigami Profile: Yomiko Shihouin [for SITS and Seireitei]

2009-06-29T09:18:11Z

This is a profile that I wanted to back up... It's from my Roleplaying Days. Yes. I did Roleplay in the Bleach Universe. This has to be one of my well-known characters. She's actually my first ever character I've RP'd with in the Bleach Universe. I put alot of work into it as well... She's a very complex character to Roleplay with, considering her past and whatnot. I really... cherish her. I don't think... I can ever kill her off unless it is needed. ^^ She hasn't gotten THAT insane. xD

Name: Yomiko Shihouin
Aliases/ Nicknames: Captain Yo-Yo
Yomi
Gran-Gran/Grandma [Only her granddaughter, Amie Kamashiro, can say this. Anyone else who DARES to say this... will be persecuted on sight. XD]
Lindiwe --- A Name her mother used to call her when she was young. In Zulu, it means "have waited."
Formerly known as Yomiko Shihouin-Kimishima
Age: Appears To Be 27 [But she doesn't let anyone know her real age]
Race: Vizard
Vizard Class: A-Class
Seat: Former Unseated Officer of the 13th Division
Former Vice-Captain of the 2nd Division.
Former Vizard-Captain of the 2nd Division

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lbs
Personality: Yomiko is very imaginative, her mind knows no boundaries. She often is portrayed as clueless, but that is not her nature. She sticks to her principles when it comes to combat and showmanship. She is one to ball up her feelings, not letting anyone know how she really feels about something until the time is right. Yomiko doesn't like fighting, but if she is required to, she will. Trust me, she will after she tries to negotiate with you, peacefully. She is open-minded, smart, lazy, and in dire situations she still maintains her gangsta despite whatever is happening. Though, she really isn't willing to do much for anyone else, she is often seen doing anything for those who are close to her, such as Fuyu and Amie. [As a grandmother, she'd do anything for Amie. XDDD] Yomiko is very skilled in Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Kido. She can perform high kido techniques without chanting the incantations required to do so. In the sleeves of her 'shirt' she has a multitude of throwing knives.
Theme Song(s):
Ashita e no Sanka [Orchestra Version] - alan [<3 I love this gal!]
Don\'t Let Go - Pacha Massive
Season\'s Call - Hyde
The Inspiration - Young Jeezy

Physical Description: Yomiko Shihouin is 5'6". She has dark brown skin and piercing golden eyes. Formerly, back in her Vice Captain and Vizard days, her hair was a dark violet color, just like her ancestor, Yoruichi Shihouin but due to events she dyed it a rich dark sienna color. Her hair falls down her back and almost reaches her 'backside'. Yomiko has a curvy and fit body that is rarely seen because of some of the baggy clothes she wears. She usually wears her hair down, and on rare occasions she ties it in a ponytail. On her shoulder, there is a tattoo with the Kanji 'Hope'.

Her Shinigami Uniform isn't like the others. She doesn't wear the Kosode but like other shinigami she does wear the Hakama pants. Replacing the Kosode, she sometimes could be found wearing a dark hoodie or even a regular jacket with a matching tank top. Or, depending on her mood, she might just wear something casual, such as a T-Shirt and some jeans or something. It's not often that she is found wearing her Captain's Haori. The woman wears her Zanpaku-to on her back, in a similar fashion like Hitsugaya. Now, Yomiko wears fingerless gloves that resemble the ones that Kaname Tosen wore when he was in the Soul Society.

Zanpakuto Name and Sealed Description: Persephone - Persephone is a long Odachi reigning 67 inches long in length. Because of the length, Yomiko usually doesn't carry her sword around with her. If she does, she usually carries the sword is carried on her back or shoulder via a brown strap. The sheath of Persephone is obsidian with the Kanji 'Hell' inscribed largely near the guard of the sword. The guard of the sword is in a rectangular form, with for small bells attached to the ends. The Hilt is wrapped in a long red, tattered cloth that feels like the material from a female Shino-Reijutsuin uniform.

Zanpaku-to Sword Type: Odachi
Zanpaku-to Element: Fire

Shikai: 'Prossimo a me... La dea di inferno...Persephone.' (Come To Me, The Goddess of Hell... Persephone..)
The Zanpaku-to's default form of a Odachi Sword turns into a long Ivory whip with purplish-black flames flaring at the end.
- 'Fiamma nera a mezzaluna...' (Crescent Black Flame)
The Crescent Black Flame allows the weilder to shoot a crescent like attack of black flames towards the weilders opponent from the flaming end of the whip.
- 'Mille pugnali neri della fiamma..' (Thousand Black Flame Daggers...)
In a similar manner of the Crescent Black Flame, the whip releases a black flame attack. The black flame appears as so, but it soon materializes into a multitude of dark daggers.
- Una frusta di fuoco… e una catena della frode… ROTTURA... (A whip of fire... and a chain of deceit... BREAK)
The Initial Whip turns into a Chain Whip. It consists of several metal rods, which are joined end-to-end by rings to form a flexible chain. Generally, the whip has a handle at one end and a metal dart, used for slashing or piercing an opponent, at the other. A cloth flag is often attached at or near the dart end of the whip, and a second flag may cover the whip's handle. The flag or flags enhance a wushu performance by adding visual appeal, and by producing a rushing sound as the whip swings through the air. They also help stabilize the whip, enhancing the performer's control. This reduces the performer's risk of inadvertently striking himself/herself.

- Coda del fuoco… (Fire Tail)
The Cloth flag at the end of the Chain Whip ignites in a black flame, allowing it to be shot out at the opponent.

- Separato…
The Chain Whip turned into Two Chain Whips. You can still use the Coda del fuoco attack with it.

Bankai:'Liberi le fiamme di inferno... Persephone' (Release The Flames of Hell.. Persephone...)
The whole area within a radius of Yomiko becomes a barren wasteland. The Earth starts to shake and created large cracks through the ground, allowing hot multing lava to shoot out to the surface. The whip transforms into a a scythe that has blades at both of the ends. The weapon was pull apart into three sections that are connected by a metal chain.
A Sample from another RP I am in. This basically describes what the Bankai is.

Yomiko Shihouin Wrote:

Yomiko slowly placed her hand on her Odachi. She was becoming more aware of her surroundings and continued to tune out Haito's voice in her head. It was now silence. She couldn't hear anything but that voice of Ogato and Persephone. That was something that she had learned over the years when she was young, successfully tuning out someone to the point that it was silence.

Her golden eyes looked around at the place, she wanted to end this fight as quickly as possible. As the sky became darker, losing it's purplish hue, she knew that this situation wasn't going in her favor. It was certainly not. Yomiko looked over at the darkened beach and at the tourists that were dumb enough to walk along it. She could see shadows of Haito, forming along then beach.

She slid the sheathed Zanpaku-to from the holder on her back. A silver aura started to form around the former Captain. It was like a glow was surrounding her whole being. The wind started to pick up in the vincinity around the woman, at first, then it migrated through the city streets. The wind was fierce as if it were a hurricane coming. The reiatsu forming around her was unlike the one that was formerly present, it was like a mixture of the malevolent and benevolent. It was stronger... unlike the energy that the Captain would emit from her person.

It was the mixture of Yomiko, Ogato, and Persephone's.

With the soft jingle of the bells that hung from her guard, the energy began to grow into something. The woman pressed her lips together as she watched more of the shadows form along the beach. She didn't want to have to resort to doing this, but it would have to be the only way.

"Release the Flames of Hell, Persephone..." She whispered to herself. The small four bells that were on her guard released themselves from it. Small bells sank into the ground as if they were engulfed in quick sand.

A small rumbling could be heard in the distance, then it became louder and louder. The ground started to shake like it was a earthquake occurring in then downtown District. The buildings swayed and shaked, but as the rumbling became more dangerous, one of the hotel buildings actually collapsed. Cracks in the sidewalk ran along the beach, then they started to move themselves apart from each other. With a rush, as then 'plates' moved apart from each other, hot gushing lava shot out from beneath the cracks. The lava shot up in the air with a roar.

The sky's hue changed color. The sky was now a pinkish color, unlike then dark color that it was before. The ocean's waves crashed along one of the 'plates'. Her Zanpaku-to turned into a long obsidian scythe with blades at each end. On the rod of the scythe, a electric blue inscription appeared along it, but Yomiko didn't pay this not attention.

Her eyes dimmed a bit before they turned into that familiar hue of crimson. The former Tenshi-Heisoban's eyes resembled the blood of her victims of long ago. Those crimson eyes finally took notice to the Haito Shadows that were coming her way. The wind kept it's pace through the hell-hole realm which was now her Bankai.The extreme heat of the realm brought some to their knees at some point. The windy atmosphere proved a feat for some of her enemies that were lucky enough to see her Bankai.

-'Inferni che fiammeggiano fiore...' (Hell's Flaming Blossom)
This attack allows the user to conjour up small little spots of black flames on the battle field. By each minute, the flames grow larger and larger until the wielder deems it necessary to stop the flames. This attack lets the weilder control the black flames and attack the opponent when necessary. xD
-'Gloria a mezzaluna più scura...' (Darker Crescent Glory)
This Attack, well, you might as well call it a larger version of the Crescent Black Flame. Only this time, the daggers are more sharper and deadlier. This attack can only be used if the weilder uses the sctyhe.
-'Onda di paralisi dell'inferno...' (Paralyzing Hell Wave)
(( I'm tired. I'll get to this attack when I can... Sorry...))

-Schermo twisted della fiamma…(Twisted Flame Sheild) ||
This attack allows the wielder to create a barrier of hot, molten rock. =_=

Kidou:
Bakudo:

1. Restrain (塞, sai)— Locks a target's arms in place behind their back.
4. Crawling Rope (這縄, hainawa) — An energy rope entangles a target's arms.
9. Strike (撃,Geki) — Engulfs a target in red light, completely paralyzing them.
12. Fushibi: A net formed from an attachment point on the caster, can be small or large depending ong the reiatsu force behind it.
37. Suspending Star (吊星, tsuriboshi) - Creates a star-shaped cushion of Spiritual Energy, which anchors it to nearby objects with "ropes" of spirit particles. It can stop falling objects, acting like a safety net.[6]
58. Summoning of the Tracking Sparrows (摑趾追雀, kakushitsuijaku) — Tracks and locates any spiritual force the user focuses on.
61. Six Rods Prison of Light (六杖光牢, rikujōkōrō) — Summons six thin, but wide, beams of light that slam into a target's midsection, holding them in place.
62. Hundred Stepped Rails (百歩欄干, hyapporankan?) — A rod formed of energy is thrown towards the target before it disintegrates into numerous short rods which are used to pin the target to the surroundings and render them immobile.
63. Chainlike Desert (Sajo Sabaku)— The target is wrapped from the neck down in a thick chain.
75. Quintet of 1 kan Iron Pillars (五柱鉄貫, gochūtekkan) — Forms a cage made of five incredibly high and thick pillars around a target.
77. Heavenly Rickshaws in Silken Air (天挺空羅, tenteikūra) — Transmits messages to anyone within Soul Society.
81. Splitting Void (斷空, danku) — Creates an energy barrier in the form of a rectangular wall.

Hado:

1. Thrust (衝, shō) — Pushes the target away from the caster.
4. White Lightning (白雷, byakurai) — Fires a concentrated bolt of lighting from the caster's forefinger.
11. Tsuzuri Raiden: Imbues and object with an electrical current. The technique was used by Hisagi Shuuhei, by allowing the kidou to travel up the chain of his zanpakutou, Shinikaze.
31. Shot of Red Fire (赤火砲, shakkahō) — Fires a ball of red energy at a target.
33. Blue Fire, Crash Down (蒼火墜, sōkatsui) — Fires a burst of blue spiritual energy at a target in a similar manner to 31, but over a wider area and with more power.
54. Waste Flame (廃炎, haien)— Incinerates a target completely.
58. Orchid Sky (闐嵐, tenran) - A widening tornado-like blast is fired towards the target.
63. Thunder Roar Cannon (雷吼炮, raikōhō) — Fires a massive wave of yellow energy at a target.
73. Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down (双蓮蒼火墜, sōren sōkatsui) — Essentially a doubled version of #33, this spell fires two shots of blue fire with greater potency than the single-shot variety.
88. Flying Dragon Striking, Heaven-Shaking, Lightning Cannon (飛竜撃賊震天雷砲, hiryūgeki zoku shinten raihō?)— Fires a massive blast of spiritual energy in a fashion similar to a laser.

Other:

Kyōmon: It creates a glass-like barrier which is difficult to break from the outside, but quite simple to break from the inside.
Hanki: This technique nullifies an opponent's movement by hitting them with an perfectly opposite surge of energy.
White Crawl (白伏, hakufuku): A Kido Spell that allows it's caster to destroy everything within a certain radius of him/her.
Shunkō[瞬閧, Flash Cry]: A technique that combines hand-to-hand combat and kidō. It concentrates high-pressure kidō energy around the body, allowing it to be fired at opponents. It can also be used to instantly neutralize an opponent's movement.
Senka [闪花, Flash Blossom]: a flash step combined with a spin to quickly move behind the enemy, followed by a strike aimed to destroy the saketsu chain and the hakusui soul sleep with a combination of two quick thrusts.
Utsusemi [空蝉, cicada]: Allows a person to move out of harms way by creating another image of themselves.

Skills:
Odachi Mastery: It is widely known that the Odachi is a long sword that was used for ceremonial offerings and the like. Because of the size of the sword, it proved to be a feat for someone who wanted to wield it. Yomiko is able to wield the heavy sword as if she were able to wield a normal Katana.
Shunpo: Flash Steps...
Zanjustu: Yomiko is very talented in Zanjutsu. This is a bit of a sample of her Sword Play style. [X-Yomiko\'s style is Flying Snow\'s Style (The Female)-X]
Hakudou: Her Hakudou style is the Jun Fan Jeet Kune Do Style [Made famous my it's originator, Bruce Lee.]
Kidou: She has a mastery of most Kidou techniques. She can perform high level techniques without the chants.
Physiognomy: At the time when she was an unseated member of the 13th Squad, her Captain took it upon her to teach her Physiognomy and Kinesics. Physiognomy is a skill that can effectively identify and analyze the features of the face that characterize a person’s personality traits.
Kinesics: This is the other technique that her Captain taught her. Kinesics is the reading of someone's body language. This includes movements, gestures, expressions and posture; all that convey something about personality.

Vizard Abilities:

Vizard Mask: Mask [Temp until I draw it.]

Sonído (響転（ソニード）, Sonīdo; Spanish for "sound") is the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami Flash Steps and the Quincy Hirenkyaku; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances. Use of Sonído is punctuated by a brief static sound, in contrast to the "swish" sound caused by Flash Steps.
Garganta (黒腔（ガルガンタ）, garuganta; Spanish for "throat") It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway.
Cero: are high-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers.
Bala: (虚弾（バラ）, bara; Spanish for "bullet", also translated as "Hollow Bullet") The technique hardens the user's Spiritual Pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. It is seriously weaker than a normal cero, it moves about twenty times faster and can be fired at a much higher rate, but the damage is much the same.
[---Post Time-Skip--]
Hierro: (鋼皮（イエロ）, Hiero; Spanish for "iron") refers to the hardened skin of the Arrancar, which is a result of their compressed spiritual power. While their skin is strong enough to block even released Zanpakutou bare-handed, it is by no means impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar have proportionally stronger skin.
Negación: (反膜（ネガシオン）, Spanish for "negation") fields are used to rescue fellow hollows. Only the Gillian-class Menos have shown the ability to use it. Negación fields surround a target in a square beam of light that isolates the target from the dimension they are currently in, making it impossible to harm them.
Pesquisa: (探査回路（ペスキス）, Pesukisa; Spanish for "inquiry") is the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami ability to sense Spiritual Pressure. It functions similar to sonar.
Gran Rey Cero (王虚の閃光, (グラン・レイ・セロ), Guran Rei Sero; Japanese for "royal hollow flash", Spanish for "Grand King Zero") is a much higher-level Cero used by the Espada. It is performed by mixing an Arrancar's own blood with the Cero.

Bio: Yomiko Shihouin was born into the Royal Family, Shihouin. She had two brothers, one that was younger and another that was older. Out of her two brothers, she was the only one that wasn't adopted. Her mother was banished from the Shihouin family after Yomiko became sick when she was very small. It was unknown at that time that the sickness that she had would plague her for the rest of her life would have such a strong impact on her physically and mentally. Once her mother was banished, her father disowned Yomiko and wanted her to be killed. At this time, she was a small child and before her father could do anything her grandfather stepped in and opted to raise Yomiko; much to her fathers' displeasure...

When her grandfather took her in, she was very young. At the age she was, she was barely able to speak. He raised her from then, teaching her things that will stay with her for a lifetime. As she was being took in by her grandfather, her father wanted little do with her. He just ignored her like she was nothing and her eldest brother was constantly belittling her. When she became sick again, her grandfather began to shelter her more than she should've been. She grew up sheltered by the Royal Family, not able to do anything until she was enrolled into the Shinigami Academy. She was enrolled in low-level classes by her grandfather, who didn't want to stress her body. At the time, she did not pay any attention to this, since she understood that her primary care-giver was trying to take care of her. When she was at the academy, she soon learned that being a Shihouin in a class full of commoners and such was not good. Because of this, no one [the students] didn't want to have nothing to do with her. This lead her academy years to be lonesome until she met Fuyu Arashi and another girl, by the name of Michiko, that wasn't afraid to speak to her or anything. As expected, these three became fast friends despite their differences in status. For a time, this made Yomiko happy...

Chaotic events followed her as she entered her last year at the academy. The year before, her youngest brother was murdered by her eldest brother, out of a fit of jealously. She witnessed the whole thing, not able to do anything about it since she was under her sick spells. The murder still reeled through her mind after wards, causing her to feel guilty about the whole thing. Her older brother, on the other hand, did not get in trouble for the whole thing, but instead he claimed that an 'assassin' had came to attack Yomiko and her brother. They all listened, but only Yomiko and her Grandfather knew the truth but remained silent. Months later, after this incident had happened, her older brother still taunted her with his rude names and such. He looked down on her constantly, the main reason was because of her unorthodox ways of being a 'noblewoman', such as befriending a commoner and other factors.

So one day, close to her graduation from the Shinigami Academy, something unexpected happened. While her and her friend visited one of the districts in the Rukongai, the two were ambushed... by her older brother and some of his friends. That's when they were attacked by the group. Though her friend was strong, her friend tried her best to protect Yomiko at all costs. With a stab to the heart and neck by two of the attackers (at the same time, I might add), her friend was killed. To remember her friend, at that time, Yomiko ripped the cloth from the girls' Hakama pant and wrapped it around the hilt of her Zanpaku-to...

Again, he got away with this as well... selling the family with the same BS
story that he fed them when he killed their own sibling...

Sick of the killing and the chaos that her brother has put her through, on the day of her Graduation, Yomiko decided to confront her older brother about the deeds the family had let him get away with. She thought if they wouldn't do anything about it, she will...

Her brother welcomed the challenged with open arms... not knowing that would be his last time ever being able to be the 'tryant' to her. Though it was a rough battle, Yomiko killed him. She didn't bother hiding his body or anything of the sort, she just left it there and waited beside it until someone came for them. Once someone came, the guard escorted Yomiko to the 'council' of the Shihouin Family. [Her grandfather was on this council as well.] Staring at her long and hard, they decided her fate. At the time, since her grandfather was on the council, she thought she was going to get away with the murder with a small punishment, but alas she was wrong. She was banished from the Shihouin Royal Family, by her Grandfather (Who SUGGESTED the banishing). Feeling betrayed, she left the Shihouin without a word...

Though she graduated from the Shinigami Academy and was admitted into the 13th Division, she decided not to go into the Gotei 13 at that time. Yomiko had a strong feeling that the Shihouin Family might try something... especially with their influence within the Soul Society... So she resorted in 'staying' in the Rukongai for a while.

Her days in the Rukon District Kusajishi were rough and harsh. She had no means for food or shelter. The girl resorted on living on the streets. Because of this hard life, Yomiko began to develop skills in thievery and such. She was breaking into people's homes and stuff... and that's when the Shihouin Family popped back into her life once again. Now, an assassin was after her and wanted her to end up being dead. The assassin caught her when she was walking on a dark night. The assassin almost killed her, until an unknown woman stepped in and saved her. Because of this woman's courage, this prompted her to go back into her rightful place in the Gotei 13's Divine Protectors Division. When she was admitted in, she tried to work around her sick spells and such. As she progressed in her training as a member of the Divine Protectors, she was one of the only few unseated members to gain her Zanpaku-to's Shikai and have a strong control on her reiatsu, which caught the eye of the 2nd Division Captain who recruited her to become his Vice.

Once Vice Captain of the 2nd Division, since she was so in-experienced, she had to learn most Kidou's that someone of her level should know. This prompted her to learn more Kidou, which would explain why she was so talented into that area. She also had to brush up on her Zanjutsu and Hakudou as well. When it came to her last name, she often set her subordinates straight by not allowing them to even address her by her last name or even bow to her, which she still does now. This is because she is not of the Shihouin Clan anymore, despite her last name. Well, as she trained and proved herself to the Captain, her Captain eventually trained her into learning Shunko, which she really doesn't have a full mastering of the technique. Soon, her days of being the Vice of the 2nd Division would soon be over which one of her sick spells caused her to leave her post as the Vice Captain of the 2nd Division...

A few months later, she came back to her post only to see that her former student had taken over the Division. This did not dishearten Yomiko, only made her happy. She was glad that one of her subordinates she taught actually became something. She met her former students in the training grounds, but the meeting was short lived when Yomiko fainted. Her student took her to the Vizard that she was allowing to stay in the squad. The Vizard healed Yomiko and for some unknown reason, out of randomness, she became his 'assistant' despite her protests. After most tests and so forth, he unwillingly turned her into a Vizard. After many 'adventures', these two actually decided to get married...

The marriage was long and quite interesting. Everything was going great until she went to seek out the training of Feiy Boelba and Drift Galewind. Her husband and Feiy were not on good terms with each other, knowing this, she went out to seek the training of the Vizard, anyway. As her time training with Feiy and Drift went on, her husband was killed during the time.

O_O THE PING BOX! -insert dramatic music here-

2008-11-16T02:07:23Z

Birth [Part 1 of 2]

2008-11-04T19:31:59Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Various
Minor Characters: . . . . .
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: Myself… and I thought it would be interesting to write out the day of her birth. ^^

It was a cool, blistering winter night. The cool breeze swept through out the Soul Society as the moon hovered over the dark sky that towered over the Soul Society, illuminating the sky with it’s touch. On this particular night, the all around the Soul Society was calm, even the streets of the Rukongai died down in activity for this night.

“The baby is coming! The baby is coming!” Shinsuke Shihouin’s personal servant sang merrily. The charcoal haired man looked up from his work to look at her. The expression on his face was a mix of mystification and shock. He didn’t think that the baby would be birthed so soon. The elder examined the emotions that were being displayed by his servant. The woman seemed to be overly joyous about this occasion. Well, it wasn’t a bad thing but Shinsuke wasn’t feeling the spirit. He was too drained from all of the work that the family had assigned him. He was glad that the baby was coming, but his appearance only shown a tired nobleman.

The man forced a small smile on his face. “O-Okay. Come Sachiko, I need to go see my grandchild.” He told her as he trotted out of his room with his faithful servant following behind him, closely. Shinsuke was half-listening to the ramblings of his long-time servant, Sachiko, about the forthcoming of the baby. Traditionally, someone of his status wouldn’t even let a servant talk to him like he was some kind of commoner, but Shinsuke Shihouin was different from the rest. He wouldn’t let his royal status form the barrier that so many of his family members allowed to form between them and the common folk. When he broke that class-barrier, it enabled him to have contacts through out the Soul Society.

Sachiko, his servant, was like the sister he never had.

“Shinsuke! Aren’t you happy that you are having a grandchild?” She asked him.

His obsidian orbs looked over to his friend, giving her that tired worn out expression on his face. He silently hoped that the expression he was giving her would’ve responded to her question. “I am. I’m more than happy but I am just tired as hell, Sachiko.” He mumbled with a sigh. “I know my son is going to be real delighted at the news. He has been looking forward to this birth for a long time….” The man sighed once again, which caused Sachiko to give him a weak smile.

Screams of the painful miracle pierced the walls of the enclosure….

“FUCK! JUN! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME!?” Yelled the pregnant woman, Kiyoko.

“Ow! OW! OWWWW!!! STOP SQUEEZING MY HAND!” Whined her suitor, Jun. “OWWW!!! KIYOKO!!”

Shinsuke and Sachiko winced in unison as the yelling and whining continued. As he continued to listen to his daughter-in-law’s screams of pain, he was glad that he had missed Jun’s birth. He was soo glad because he didn’t know what he would do if his wife was…

Wait…

Oh, Never mind….

“A-Are you ready to go in o-or---”

Before Sachiko could finish her sentence, the pregnant woman made another scream. Her wails made it seem like she was in so much pain that the two just stopped trying to talk altogether. The two friends weren’t sure whether or not to even enter the possible war zone. So, Shinsuke and Sachiko waited outside of the room, waiting until they thought it was the right time or…

Whenever Kiyoko stopped screaming like a mad woman…

…And, who knew how long that was going to take....

Death of Ryunosuke Shihouin - Ending

2008-10-20T02:12:27Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Tsume Shihouin, Yomiko Shihouin and Ryunosuke Shihouin
Minor Characters: . . . . .
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: This time, for myself. ^^;

Small feet shuffled among the wooden floor, trying hard not to slip on the floor. The golden eyes girl made sure that she had her balance when she walked on the newly polished floor, but she was so sure that she would slip. She knew she was a bit clumsy, since at the most important times she always managed to make a awkward fall. Yomiko continued to wobble, trying to maintain her balance.

The girl was on her way to see her younger brother, no actually, her grandfather sent her to retrieve him. She didn't have the slightest idea why her grandfather would send her to go get her younger brother in the first place. Wasn't this a job for one of the servants? If so, why was she doing it? Yomiko knew that she couldn't verbally question her grandfather about such things. The young girl was too loyal to him and it had nothing to do with his status in the Shihouin Family. She knew it had nothing to do with it.

Yomiko rushed down the hallway. The urgency in her grandfathers' voice was ringing in her head as she continued to rush down the corridor. She knew her grandfather was a patient man, but this task he had placed on her seemed important. In certain ways, he reminded her of her own father, but it was very clear that the two weren't the same. Her grandpa-pa didn't go flying off the handle when things didn't go his way. Unlike her father, he was a very calm person.

When she arrived in front of Ryunosuke's door, she knocked slowly. She didn't want to frighten the poor boy, like the last time. A small smile crept on her face as she thought back on that incident. The girl stood still for the time being, trying to see if she could hear him on the other side. She didn't hear him shuffling to the door instead she heard a whacking sound. Yomiko was unsure of what her brother was doing now, but she didn't want to keep her grandfather waiting. She knocked a little harder.

"Ryunosuke is getting ready at the moment! He'll be out in one moment!" Came the voice of Tsume. This piqued her interest. From what she understood, her older brother was supposed to be taking some lessons elsewhere. So, why was he in Ryunosuke's room of all places.

Her legs began to feel weak as she winced at the migraine that was sneaking up on her. The feeling of weakness began to take over her whole being once again. Yomiko leaned against the nearby wall for support. The symptoms were now showing. The girl cursed herself for not actually going to see her family doctor as planned. Yomiko knew if she didn't go see him, it was a possiblility that she was going to faint in the middle of the hallway, but she was determined not to let that happen.

Once she gathered herself back together, she went to open up the door to Ryunosuke. Quickly, she was going to inform Tsume that their grandfather needed to see Ryunosuke, but she was not prepared for what she was about to see...

A small, young boy laid on the floor with pools of crimson liquid underneath him. Those golden orbs of his lost their luster, now they were filled with the touch of a looming Death. They were dead. The small body was now shaking, trying to hang on to the last little bit of life he had in him. The liquid dripped out of his mouth as the elder child kicked him some more.

"Y-Yomi?" Ryunosuke managed to whisper to his sister, who was now locked in place. Sheh couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart literally stopped as she continued to witness what was happening to her brother. Yomiko wanted so badly to stop her older brother from doing this to Ryunosuke, but everytime she tried to move her limbs wouldn't let her. It was like her limbs were locked in place, not allowing her to do what she needed to do.

She wanted to save her brother.

"Y-Yomiko! W-Watch out!" Came the voice of her dying brother.

Before Yomiko could react, she suddenly found herself flung against the wall by Tsume. He latched his pale hands around her small neck. The older man pressed his body against hers causing her to gasp for air. She now found it very hard, which didn't help her at all. She was now feeling the familiar touch of fatigue wash over her. Yomiko let out a light groan of discomfort, she knew those symptoms were showing again.

"Little Yomiko should mind her own business!" Tsume growled through his teeth. Those golden orbs of hers stared into his dark ones. She took note that his eyes never changes around her. Those pools of his reflected the hatred he had of her. She could see it, she could always see it. The girl could see his hatred as clearly as she could see the sky itself. It mirrored the hatred she saw in her fathers' eyes whenever he looked at her. They both hated her and she did not know why.

"I-I don't c-care! Look what you are doing to Ryu! IT IS MY BUSINESS!" She spat back, struggling to get out of his grasp. Yomiko knew her attempts weren't working but she knew she had to try. She wasn't going to let this malevolent man take her brother away. The small girl struggled some more, the tighter his grip on his throat was.

"No bitch! It's not your business! Not now! Not EVER!" He yelled as he continued to tighten his grip on her throat. His dark, hateful orbs stared into her golden ones. Yomiko's eyes began to lose their youthful touch quickly. Fatigue's touch became heavier each moment while she was in Tsume's grasp. Her eyes began to slowly drop as the painful drum of the migraine came rushing to her. She winced once again, trying to hold out a little longer. Tsume let go of her quickly, causing her to fall onto the ground hard.

She winced at the pain as she tried to stay up. She wasn't going to give up now. Yomiko was determined not to let herself fall victim to her sick spell once again. But it was too late, she was already falling into that slumber. The darkness was already taking over and all she could hear was a blood curdling scream. She knew that scream...

It was Ryunosuke's....

A Personal Tidbit About Me - The Authoress

2008-10-14T06:57:25Z

Personal Journal Entry: The reason why I am like... "bleh..." now.
Main 'Character': The Authoress
Authoress [of the Entry]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: Myself... and others. It's probably something I wanted some of my friends to know about. I guess, I don't know. I guess I just want someone to finally know how I really feel. -shrugs- Who knows the reason why I even decided to do this, I don't even know.

Are you happy?

-At the moment. I am admittng to myself that I am not happy. It sounds sad, huh?
But it is true...-

Why Are you not happy?

-I am not happy for many reasons. School reasons and personal reasons. Over all, I am not generally happy with how everything in my life is turning out.-

"You sound like Ashley now.
Anyway, why are you so unhappy?
School reasons? Has anything been happening to you at school?"

"Everything has happened at school, and I dislike that place so much it is not even funny.
When I am there, I just feel this feeling that I haven't felt in a long time. I just feel lonely and I hate it. Sure, I have 'friends' but those people are... they arent... I dunno. I just don't have nothing in common with them. I might have two or three people that I have something in common with but still... It's just like, I am just there. Sometimes I wonder to myself, why am I even there? Why am I even hanging out with them if I feel this way?
I get real depressed when I am around them. I know this because everytime in the morning time, when I see them, my heart just drops. I just thought it was me being moody and I had no idea why I was feeling that way until I actually thought about it. I remember there was a time when I was actually like that with my group of friends. When we used to laugh and make jokes about things. When we were actually there for each other. Now, I'm just like... "Whatever.." I listen to their jokes, and I have no idea what they are talking about in general. I often find myself zoning out and thinking about other things. I just don't have no interest anymore. I can remember a few months back, I actually felt like I was apart of the group but now I just feel disconnected and it is scary.
I just feel real lonely. It sounds pathetic, but it is true. I'm just longing for my group of friends again.... I think I am longing to go back to V-Town again..."

"Okiez. I think I understand...
I have to admit, I would feel the same way if I was in your position.
I must be something to be carry around with you... your problems...
How do you feel about them?"

"My problems...
I literally feel as though my problems are a weight on my shoulders. I mean, I can actually feel them on my shoulders. They are weighing me down in everyway possible. It just hurts. I don't think that someone my age should have to be going through what me and my brothers are going through right now. Like I said before, it just hurts. It hurts not to tell someone how you feel. It hurts not to be able to express yourself and the fact that you have to bottle up your feelings because you feel that someone would take that for weakness. I've been going through this for a few months now and you'd think that I'd been cracked under pressure.
No, I placed that mask on my face..."

"That same mask that I use to hide my emotions. The same mask that I usually place on my face at months at a time. That's what everyone sees through me, a smart, quiet, smiling girl who has no problems in the world. Yeah, that's what they see on the outside, but if they actually knew me. They would know that my life isn't like that. Sometimes I wonder if I should stop placing the mask on my face and burst out with these emotions. The once indestructable mask is now cracking, slowing breaking apart with each day and I can't do anything to stop it. That's what is worrying me, also. Like, if I break the mask on my own will these emotions push me farther away from my family and friends? I fear if I let the mask break on it's own, it will hurt them. I'm just like the ticking time bomb at this point, and I can't take it. I want to say something but I can't.
I just fear the outcome... "

"Why do you feel that you have to mask your feelings away from the world?
I don't understand?
Did something happen to you that you felt that you had to mask them?"

"I was never the type of person to let someone worry about me. To be honest, I dislike it when someone is worry about me when they should be worrying about something that is more important. Instead of letting them worry about me, I always place this mask on my face so they won't have to worry. This mask was always with me. It's like this defense mechanism I had all along. My mother does the same thing, too. I guess it runs in the family, y'know?
Nothing has happened to me to make me feel that I have to do it. Maybe school and the people who I hung around when I was younger had something to do with this. From what I can recall, I was always a bit of a crybaby when I was younger. I guess, I got sick of people calling me that... and I just sucked it up. I don't know. I wish I had a clear reason why I place this mask on my face... "

"I see...
You mentioned something earlier about 'if you let your emotions out, you are afraid that the people around you are going to get hurt."
What do you mean by that?
Why did you even say that? "

"I think they are already getting hurt. The mask is cracking now, they are getting hurt. I can tell by their attitude towards me. I know they are wondering what is my problem and I am afriad if they ask, I won't have a reply. I think this thing is affecting my relations with all of my friends. I appear to be snappy, irriatable, and that is NOT me. I am NOT like that. I was NEVER like that, but everyday I feel like I am slowly creeping into that state and I don't like it. I just want to be my former self again. I want be my smiling, goofy self again. I want to be that person that everyone wants to be around, that person that peope come to when they need someone to talk to. THAT was my former self. I was all of those things but now I just...
Ugh...
I know this thing, like I said before, is affecting everyone. I have a person who I really care for and I just feel like I am pushing this person away. Seriously, I do.Tough this person may not say anything about it. I dunno, I don't want this person to get hurt because of these feelings but then I don't want that person to think that I don't care. When it's the fact that I really do care about this person so much.
God...
This situation is killing me, slowly. I know it...
... and it hurts..."

The Tales of Infinity: Scenario 1: KWAL-MART: Part 1: Cookie Refund and Customer Service

2008-09-23T22:56:09Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Comedy
Main Character: Khan, Amy, and Chou
Minor Characters: Smico
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: The Infinity Guild On Gaia
Note: If any of you are wondering, Khan and Amy are friends IRL who asked can they be in the scenarios. xD

Chou stood at the end of the register, bagging the items in the white plastic bags as Yomiko handed them to her. This was just an ordinary day at KWAL-MART for Chou. Just an ordinary… boring day….

Chou’s P.O.V.

‘God, I hate this job. I really do. Why did Yomi have to lose her job at the business company for THIS!? My gawd! I understand that she was tired of the corporate world, but STILL!!! Why this MOTHER-LOVING JOB?! I seriously feel like murdering something right now…’

Chou’s crimson orbs darted over to the various customers and cashiers. Her eyes showed the murderous intent in them.

-Meanwhile in Khan’s Corner-

Khan is at the customer service desk, listening to the pop-music and dancing. Yes, Khan was the customer service man at the moment. His job was very easy, since no one came to customer service. Yes, it was so easy until….

A box of Oreo cookies were slammed down on the customer service desk. The sudden movement jerked Khan out of his dancing mode. His dark brown eyes gave the person, who slammed the Oreos on his desk, a confused and bewildered look. It was the look of horror!!!
OH NO! A CUSTOMER!!!

“I demand a refund for these cookies!!” The woman screeched at Khan. His eye twitched at the smell that was coming from then woman. It faintly smelled like onions, with a shot of red bull mixed into it.
This was a bad combination, indeed.
Her smell caused Khan’s eyes to water.

“I-I’m sorry. What was the problem?” He asked. Khan was trying to be polite and he even tried to keep a straight face. You just HAD to be polite and keep a straight face, no matter how stank the customer may be.
No, wait, it was just her breath.

“I SAID I demand a REFUND!!!” She screeched once more. This time, Khan coughed harshly.

“FOR WHAT!?” He asked, now holding his hand over his mouth.

“The COOKIES!” She slammed her fist down on the customer service desk.

“W-What is wrong with the cookies?” Khan asked, taking another breath. Oh gawd. Her breath was stank. Yes, Khan was trying to be polite as can be, but gawd her breath was stank.

“They were NOT in the box when I bought them!”

Now, Khan snatched the pack of Oreo’s away from the counter. What do you mean, ‘the cookies were not in the damn pack’?! The fuck!? Was she high!? Of course, the cookies just had to be in the pack, right?
His face grew dull once he actually examined the pack of cookies. Stank Breath actually opened up the pack of cookies herself. This crackhead was actually expecting a refund.
OHHHH!!!! She was going to get a refund alright.

“THE HELL?! YOU FUCKIN’ OPENED UP THE DAMN BOX!” He screeched back at her. Oh! This was going to be sweet.

“I STILL WANT MY REFUND!” She yelled.

“YOU FUCKIN’ EXPECT A REFUND! BITCH! YOU OPENED UP THE DAMN COOKIES!”

This time, Khan threw the empty cookie box at the customer, who just swatted it away.

“NO! Y--“ As she continued on with her rant, he picked up the phone and alerted security.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ME! I’ll…”

That’s when the unruly customer fainted, with the help of a certain bodyguard. Khan grinned as the men dragged her away.

“Get some tic-tacs, you crazy bitch!” He called out to her, though she couldn’t hear him. Someone walked behind the counter. Smico yawned before he gave Khan a crazy look. Was he even supposed to be here?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be in electronics?” Smico asked, with another yawn.

“What? You mean this isn’t electronics?”

Smico gave him a dull look.

“That is exactly what I mean… NOW GET OUT OF HERE YOU CRAZED PSYCHO BEFORE I CALL HAITO!!!!!”

Ntozake Housou-Emeagwali:: Life Through My Eyes...

2008-09-19T18:52:16Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Ntozake Housou-Emeagwali
Minor Characters:
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: The Sereitei Guild on Gaia...

My name is Ntozake Housou …
            My age is 16 years old…

            I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa. I know what you are probably thinking, that I am some kind of rebel South African youth that wants some kind of revolution. Hah, that time for rebellion is long and gone… Though, it was a glorious time when Mandela was finally free, so said my mother and father. They both were there at the celebration. I often envy them for seeing something like that.
To be there.
To experience some history.
Y’know… to actually be a part of it…
That’s what I want to do.
Make history.
Be KNOWN.

            I am of Zulu descent, since my father is from the one of the Zulu tribes. He came from one of the villages east of Johannesburg. There were a couple of times I visited the village, but that was it. My father moved into the city because he wanted to escape the village life, this was when he was 17. When most people think of Zulu, they think of Shaka. That’s funny, it really is. A lot of people that I have encountered thought I practice black magic or ask me if I am a direct descendant of Shaka Zulu. No… I am not. =__=
            My mother, she’s originally from South Africa but has lived in France for most of her life. She’s a very beautiful woman.
Beautiful and successful…
            She was a Biochemist. She came from a good family and everything. She’s the one that had first introduced me to the wonderful world of science…

How my father and mother met… I have no idea….

            Well, I moved away from Johannesburg when I was 4 Years Old. My mother landed a job back in France, so we moved there. When I lived in France, I didn’t have many friends, just a couple. This was due to the fact that I was always reading or doing something out of the norm that children my age shouldn’t be doing. Well, by doing this, I didn’t have many friends. It was okay. All I needed was a good book and something to tinker with. That’s what is needed to make me happy.

By the time I was 12, my father passed away of natural causes. This hurt my mother and me, hard. It even threw her in a depression that lasted for a long time. Anyway, by the time I was 14, my mother re-married to some guy and we relocated to the Bahamas…

            To The Place where I was killed…
                        I Am Ntozake Housou- Emeagwali…
                                    I am 16 Years Old…
                                                And this is my story…

The Death of Ryunosuke Shihouin:: Part 3

2008-09-13T17:31:19Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Tsume Shihouin
Minor Characters: . . . . .
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: The Sereitei Guild on Gaia...

The older sibling managed to place a smile on his face as if he were actually happy for the kid. He was so good at this. He was so good at acting the part. That’s what he always did, put on an act for these people. His ‘shows’ always managed to get him anything his wanted. The family was so oblivious to his true intentions.

“Congratu--,” That’s when Tsume launched his thick arm towards his brother. He wrapped his large hand around his small neck. Tsume could hear the boy’s strangled yells as he lifted him up in the air by his throat. The younger boy tried to pry the large hand away from his throat, but with no avail. His grip tightened when he stared into the fear-filled eyes of his younger brother. He loved the look he was giving him; he absolutely loved that pleading look.

“-Fuckin’ Lations!” Tsume screamed as he threw the kid, by the throat, across the room. He knew he had threw the kid with enough force to break his back. Yes, that is exactly how he wanted it. A CLEAN death for Ryunosuke.

He turned his back to leave out of the room. If someone saw him leaving out of the room any later than he should be, that would foil the plans. Little did he know when he turned to leave, that Ryunosuke landed on his feet and lunged his whole being at him. He latched his whole body on Tsume’s back.

The older man shifted and shuffled his body in order in order to get the small kid off of him. Just like the days before this little incident that was currently happening, Ryunosuke would always latch onto him and never let go. He drew out his fangs and pierced them inside of the man’s flesh, causing Tsume to cry in pain. He yanked the younger boy off of him, slamming him on the floor.

A cry of agony escaped his lips. Ryunosuke was shaking and trembling on the hard wooden floor. He didn’t know why his brother was doing this to him, since they were always close. A very petrifying thought came to him, which brought tears to his eyes,

Was his brother trying to kill him?

Ryunosuke’s golden orbs slowly looked up at his staggering figure of 6 feet. He could actually see the rage and bloodlust in his dark eyes. This scene scared him even more because he never saw his brother like this. His dark eyes reflected rage and the capacity to kill.

The older boy grabbed him by his collar, forcing him to stand. Tsume brought his brothers’ face close to him. He could smell of Azalea’s on him. It would seem he went to visit his wretched sister in her garden. He could also smell the fear on his breath. He gave the little boy a very murderous grin.

"Who said that you were better than me! I AM THE BEST! I AM THE TENSHI-HEISOBAN!"

The Death Of Ryunosuke Shihouin- Part 3 1/2: Going In For The Kill

2008-09-12T00:24:47Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Tsume Shihouin
Minor Characters: . . . . .
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: The Sereitei Guild on Gaia..

News of Ryunosuke’s nomination spread through the Shihouin Royal Estate like a wild fire. The news sparked many cheers as well as jeers from other families inside the clan. Some of the candidates were equally objective and furious, especially from a certain individual. He was furious, though the expression on his face was as gleeful as can be when he found out.

Tsume Shihouin stalked down one of the many hallways that were in the Estate. His messy mop of black hair bounced up and down as his eyes were focused ahead. He was majorly, no, OVERLY pissed. He couldn’t believe that midget was picked over him.

HE was the overachiever of the three.
HE was the smartest.
HE was the strongest.
HE was the GOLDEN CHILD!
SO why wasn’t he PICKED?!

More questions were forming in the depths of his mind. He couldn’t comprehend as to why he didn’t get that title. He felt as if he was the embodiment of what the Tenshi-Heisoban should be. What did they see in Ryunosuke that they did not see in him?
WHAT DID THEY SEE!?

Tsume’s vision became blurry then a tinted red. His heart was racing and he was beginning to breathe hard. The man was now on the war path and no one was going to stop him.

The eldest sibling stomped down the corridors then turned into the next one. He had been down this corridor so many times before, often to get his supplies or to harass those two brats. Well, let’s just say one brat. That one brat, he felt, did not deserve life. He despised that brat with everything.
He hated HER.

Tsume stopped at his destination. The doors were closed, so that only meant one of three things and he highly doubted that is was neither of the three given choices. The man could easily feel the persons’ reiatsu lingering from inside of the room. He couldn’t take it anymore!

It was as if the reiatsu was taunting him, laughing at him. He gritted his teeth and tried to slow down his breathing but he couldn’t. The anger was pulsating through his veins. It felt as though something malevolent was taking over him. The deathly hollow voice in his head told him to kill.
Kill the opposing threat.

Tsume closed his eyes, balling up his fist tightly as he tried to fight the urge. He was trying to fight the urge to kill his younger sibling.

The door opened slowly to reveal innocent golden eyes blinking at him. The kid only looked to be like he was 7 years old. Soon, those golden eyes were shaped into crescents with a smile. The little naïve kid thought that Tsume was there to congratulate but little did he know why his brother was really at his door for.

Death of Ryunosuke Shihouin Part 2 - Envied Thoughts.

2008-09-11T22:24:55Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Drama
Main Character: Yomiko Shihouin
Minor Characters: . . . . .
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: The Sereitei Guild on Gaia..
Note: This is part of a multitude of stories that I have been writing in school. XP
This is not for my enjoyment, merely by doing this, it is shaping my character for the guild. >.>
<.< Giving her more depth… -nods- Plus, this is the second part of it... I am too lazy to post the 1st part. DX

Once she snuck he friend out of the Royal Estate and took another nap, the 12-yr old girl laid on her back in the middle of one of her favorite gardens in the Royal Estate. The smell of freshly cut Azalea’s danced through the air. A cloudy blue sky hovered over above her small figure as the hot beaming suns’ rays pounded on her skin.

She loved being in this particular garden at the time. It calmed her and often made her forget about her long-term problems, like conquering this battle with her sickness and actually trying to learn this Zanpaku-to’s name. The long obsidian sheathed Odachi laid on the side of her. Tied to the Odachi was a worn brown chest strap, which enabled Yomiko to carry the heavy Zanpaku-to on her back, instead of carrying it in her hand all of the time. Traditionally, an Odachi was only used as a ceremonial piece as a symbol of war and was too heavy to use as a weapon. This put her at a disadvantage when she was practicing her Zanjutsu and caused her to be among the lowest of the low at the Shino-Reijustuin.

Yomiko wanted to understand why her grandfather gave her the sword instead of letting her use the original one she created out of her own reiatsu. She knew her older brother knew something, since he would always hint around about something that concerned the Zanpaku-to. When he did this, it made her very curious.

She could hear ruffling and the crunch of grass under someone’s feet in the distance. Yomiko ignored the person as they came over. She was thinking it was probably one of the servants sent by the family doctor to retrieve her for one of her treatments. The small girl sighed heavily, hoping… no pleading for it not to be time for one of her treatments.
Yomiko Shihouin was under one of her sick spells again.

“Yomi!!!” She heard the ever-so-identifiable call of her younger brother, Ryunosuke. The feet that continued to crunch the grass beneath it, came closer to her. Mentally, Yomiko breathed a sigh of relief. She was very glad that is was her brother instead of a servant or even worse, Tsume, her older brother. She was very, very glad.

Ryunosuke plopped down beside his sister, his golden eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. Every time she would look in them, they reflected the wisdom and knowledge that had been fed to him over the years. He smiled mirthfully at his sickly sister. He wanted to tell her something, something important, Yomiko can tell.

She often envied him because he was lucky. The boy was well liked and respected among everyone. Their parents showed more favor to him and Tsume than her. If it wasn’t for her grandfather, she’d probably been dead by now.

Ryunosuke was one of the lucky ones.
He was ALWAYS one of the lucky ones.

“I’ve been picked!” He burst out suddenly, unable to contain his laughter. Her brother’s laughter was soft, light, and mostly contagious.

Yomiko didn’t understand what her brother was talking about. What did he get picked for? She decided not to dwell on those thoughts, but joined in the laughter, too. His small arms embraced his sisters’ frame, hugging her tightly. He still continued to laugh and smile.

“I’m in line to become the next Tenshi-Heisoban, Yomi…”

Dark’s Story [His Beginning-Entering The Soul Society-Part I]

2008-06-25T19:58:21Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Comedy
Main Character: Daisuke [Dark] Shiba
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Note: I was not writing it in a serious matter. Wrote this as I typed, no draft.

Lavender eyes blinked in confusion, staring at the lifeless bodies that laid in the pools of blood under them. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Those two bodies that lay limp and lifeless were him and Charles’.

He was dead. He was actually dead.

“Daisuke.” He heard a very familiar voice. He turned himself around to see the other ill-fated man. His eyes widened. Was he actually seeing his friends’ ghost? Well, when he thought about it, he was somewhat a ghost too… so…

“So… I guess we’re dead, huh?” Charles asked as if it was nothing, but that was not how Daisuke thought about the whole situation. He had a good thing going for him. Everything was surprisingly going well for him, but now…

…It was all gone.

Daisuke looked away from Charles.

“Hey!? Hey!? What are you—“He heard Charles exclaim. He turned around to see someone in obsidian Gii in front of his friend. From what he could see, his friend was disappearing right in front of his eyes.

“Hey?! What are you doing?” Daisuke asked. The figure turned around with a grunt. The man seemed to have a pissed off look on his face, like the fresh soul was bothering him or something. He raised something that looked like a sword in Daisuke’s face then pressed its hilt up against his forehead. He winced, feeling a burning sensation going through his body. What did this person do?

“What did you!?” Then, in the blink of a eye, he disappeared from the world of the living and transcended onto the next.

Dark's Story [The Beginning-His Untimely Death-Part 2]

2008-06-24T08:33:35Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Action
Main Character: Daisuke [Dark] Shiba
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Note:None. Just excuse the fight scene. I was being lazy. Plus, I would've had this up earlier, but I had limited access to my comp, and we had a LOT of thunderstoms lately. Chy'eah. You get the point.
Previous Chappies: Dark's Story [The Beginning-His Untimely Death-Part 1]

The cold December air swooshed through the city streets. A tall small framed man, with a heavy looking backpack, stood at a pay phone on the corner of the intersection. He waited no-so-patiently as his wild blood shot eyes occasionally trailed up and down the deserted streetsA shiver ran through his body while the chilled air of December ran through the streets once more. He waited anxiously for Daisuke to arrive. He needed a solution for his problem, and he knew Daisuke could provide him with one.

He didn't know how much trouble he was in, but he had a strong feeling he was in a whole lot of it. The man had stolen something very valuable, from a very influential person in the 'hood. In the little hours he had this asset he heard that someone was out looking for him.

He spotted Daisuke turn the corner in his big black overcoat. From the look that Daisuke had on his face, he knew that he was highly aggravated. Yeah, Charles would have to admit, he would've been aggravated too if someone would've called him at this time of night. But, that's not the point…

Daisuke's lavender eyes landed on him, coldly.

"What is so urgent that you had to call me in the middle of the night for?!" He asked.

Charles stared at his friend for a couple of moments. His deep brown eyes trailed to the heavy backpack he was holding then he unzipped it.

Daisuke's attention was no longer on the man but to what the bag contained. His eyes widened in amazement. He had not seen so much cash in his life. At least, not so much on one place. It must've been thousands of dollars in the bag, maybe even millions.

His mind was racing now. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this really Charles' problem?

But the real question is: How did Charles obtain such a large amount of cash in such a short amount of time?

Daisuke looked back up to the man with a look of disbelief. He hadn't--

Did he?

"Charles! Where did you get this money from?" Daisuke exclaimed so loudly, maybe the occupants in the apartments surrounding them might've heard him.

Charles pursed his lips in annoyance, then his heavy brown eyes still scaling the street. He hurriedly zipped up the bag.

"I got it from Jay." Charles stated. His voice was now heavy with urgency. "I stole it from him a few hours ago."

Daisuke's darkest suspicions were confirmed. Charles had stole the money, but from Jay?

Jay of all people… That man was a heavy hitter around the neighborhood. I mean, he was huge! If you mess with Jay and/or his hustle. Well, you might as well kill yourself because he was one brother you did not want to mess with.Real Talk.

Daisuke was speechless. He, at this point, didn't have anything else to say to Charles. At first, it was only Charles' life on the line, but now he was just hurled into it. He knew about the gruesome tales of Jay and his crew. He heard about a time when Jay bashed someone's head in just because they looked at him funny.

Charles placed the backpack on his back.

"I need you to help me--" Charles then balled up his face, and then twisted it up. "Shit! I have to go take a leak!" He exclaimed.

Daisuke just sighed.

Overactive Bladder Problem…

Before he knew, Charles was running down the sidewalk and disappeared into one of the alleyways.

Daisuke waited…
And waited…

How long has it been? Like 10 minutes?

Daisuke couldn't take it. He knew it didn't take that long to take a leak, especially when it was in the middle of the night and freezing. Hell, who knows what type of characters were lurking in the city streets and alleyways at this time of night.

Daisuke grumbled then ventured down the sidewalk. He was seriously going to kick his ass if he was--

Daisuke paused as he stood outside of the alleyway where Charles was pissing. He heard multiple grunts and a blood curdling scream coming from the alleyway. He rushed into the space to see Charles toppled over while five men continued to repeatedly kick and beat him with a bat.

Then there was a guy on the cell phone.

"Yeah… Alright… On the corner of Long Island… yeah… Okay Jay."

This scene angered Daisuke. He charged into the nearest man, tackling him into the ground. All of the men's attention was off beating the shit out of Charles and now it was on Daisuke, who had just assaulted one of their own.

Daisuke got off the man as the others were slowly walking towards him with the same menacing look in his eyes.

Shit! What the hell did he just get himself into?!

He felt something have a firm grip on his ankle.He looked down to see the person, whom he'd just tackled holding his ankle. He tried to budge, but while his attention was on that his face had contact with the wooden bat. The force from the bat flung Daisuke to the ground.

He hit the ground, hard.He tried to get up. Now they made him real angry. [HULK SMASH]

Daisuke managed to get into his fighting stance, which made the other men burst out in laughter.

"What are you tryin' to do, scare us?" One of the men asked. The others were ribbing on him by making imitation martial arts war cries and such. Daisuke's brows furrowed in annoyance, but he soon shut them up as he planted a swift kick in the face of the men that taunted him.

The men lunged at him and then the fighting started. With a lot of kicks and somehow managing to dodge that heavy wooden bat didn’t seem to be a match for Daisuke.

Once it was all over, bloodied up bodies lay on the ground in the alleyway. Daisuke glanced at the bodies with a grin then made his way towards Charles, who was attempting to get up on his own.

Daisuke helped him up. He wasn't aware of the cars that were blocking the exits or that the fact a big heavy set man was getting out of one of the cars and coming towards him.

"Isn't this the little asshole that stole my money?" The heavy set said, holding something that looked like pistol in his hand.

Daisuke looked up to see the man and the pistol. His eyes widened. He was in some real deep shit now.

"No! No! You have it all…"

The pistol went off five times…
         And pools of blood appeared on the concrete…
                 Cars pulled off…
                         A woman screams…
                                 And the ambulance siren wails in the distance…

Dark's Story [The Beginning-His Untimely Death-Part 1]

2008-06-20T06:33:26Z

Tossing and turning in his bed, that night, Daisuke couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering him terribly. As for that something, it had to do with the little episode that occurred earlier between his best friend, Charles. Daisuke still couldn't believe that the little episode happened in the first place. All he was trying to do was help him that was all. It wasn't like he was trying to control his life or anything.

Daisuke sat up on his bed. He leaned his head against the chestnut headboard with a sigh. His lavender eyes stared into the darkness of his room. He had no idea what time it was, and he did not care. All Daisuke did was recap the episode in his mind with a frown. He couldn't believe that he had said that, but it was expected…

Charles was always the stubborn one.

Daisuke's cell phone rang, out came the jazzy, sultry voice of the late Phyllis Hyman. The chorus of her classic 'Living All Alone' rang throughout the dark room. Her voice jolted him out of his 2^nd recap of the episode.

Daisuke questioned himself of who could be calling him at this time of hour. It wasn't like he knew what time it was, but he assumed it was late. Instead of letting Phyllis' voice continue on, he answered it.

"Speak." He stated, more like commanded. This was the usual greeting that he would give to someone who called him at this time of night as opposed to the friendly 'Hello'.

Daisuke could hear someone panting real hard on the other line. His eyes squinted and his face bunched up in disgusted.

Was this some kind of prank call or something?

He moved the small phone away from his ear slowly, very disturbed by what he was hearing. He placed the phone in front of him, with his eyes automatically glued to the illuminated 'END' button. Daisuke was about to hand up on this sick pervert until he heard something else on the other line.

"Daisuke." He heard a husky voice that Daisuke knew all too well. He placed the phone back to his ear with a mixture of anger and confusion.

Why was Charles calling him?

"Daisuke…?" Came the voice once more.

"Yeah…" Was all Daisuke could say at this moment. He was still ireful at what happened.

"I-- Man! I need your help," Charles paused for a moment. His paused was filled with more fatigued pants. Daisuke was even angrier than before. Wasn't this the same man that snapped at him and told him not to try to help him out anymore?! So, why the hell is he asking for his help now?

Before Daisuke could speak him mind about this whole situation, Charles finally caught his breath.

"Shit!" Daisuke heard him mutter as if he were aggravated and in a hurry. "J-Just meet m-me on the corner of Long Island and 8^th."

He hung up.

Yes, Daisuke was still furious at Charles, but he had a strong feeling that Charles was in it deep. So deep, that maybe he couldn't get himself out. Daisuke thought of leaving him to sit on that corner all night waiting for him, but he sounded so….

Desperate…

It was… almost too desperate….

[Boyz Love] Kenpachi "Sticky-Note" Drabbles:: Note 1--The Move.

2008-06-15T07:28:55Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: Bleach
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Romance-Angst
Sub-Genre: BL
Main Character: Kenpachi Zaraki-Jeremy Sawada
Minor Characters: None
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Note: This idea came to be when I was at meh Grandma's House, stuck. So I decided to write a story on Post-it notes. So, this little drabble came out that. Oh, Another thing, this is a OC. With this particular OC, I wanted to go more in-depth with him. So that's why. I just thought he was a shallow character, so this is mainly why I'm doing this Drabble Series, and besides, this time I wanted to write a BoyXBoy story and finish it this time.

Kenpachi glanced inside the bare room with a dumbfounded look on his face. In this particular room, there would be a vast collection of mysterious things that were not native to the Soul Society. Of course, these things weren't his, why would Kenpachi have any use for any of it? Those mysterious items that once were housed in room were his room-mate's, or his former room-mate, from what the empty room was saying. The heavy-duty Shinigami-Captain sighed for a couple of moments before mumbling some incoherant words about his room-mate, under his breath.

Though his outward appearance seemed emotionless, but on the inside, Kenpachi Zaraki was very surprised by what his room-mate actually done. The boy actually went through with his threat and moved out. Though, there were many times that the boy would say that he'd leave but when Kenpachi dared him, he would never go. But now, he did...

He left him....
He left him and moved out...

His room-mate never went this far and packed all of his things then up and leave. Sure, he would go back and stay with his mother after the two would get into some altercation. Of course, Kenpachi would win just to boost up his ego and prove to him that he was superior. Some feeling in his heart told him that he wasn't going to come back. He wasn't going to come back to him like he thought he would, or that is what his gut was telling him.

He placed his hand on the wall. He had to admit, he messed up bad. He actually felt guilty about what he had done. Kenpachi? Felt Guilty?! The boy had obviously got to him. What he had done, he had caught him at the wrong moment... with the wrong person.

The 11th Division Captain knew he had to do something to push him out of his thoughts. He, then, knew what he was going to do...

Drink.
Drink like there is no tomorrow.

Scale 45:: Silence & Studying ||Saiyuki Reload-Repos ::Skip and Skittlez::||

2008-05-10T07:27:44Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime[s]: Saiyuki Reload {At The Moment}
Movie: Repos starring Michael Blackson, Katt Williams, Master P.
Author [of the anime]: Kazuya Minekura
Genre: Comedy
Main Character: Skip a.k.a Iyanna Flame, Natalie a.k.a Skittlez
Minor Characters: None, but a reference to SasuNaru
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Writing This For: Skip, Skittlez, Rick Ross, 50, Weezy, and DJ Khaled. [Not the real people, these are just nicknames that these people go by. xD]
Note: This was a idea that I came up with when I was watching the movie 'Repos'. I asked meh friends about it about 4 months ago, and I just finally got to it. =.=; Anyways, I'll be writing this in a way that me and my homies interact on a daily basis. So, yeah. Get over it.

Skip sat at her desk in her office on the computer, reading SasuNaru fanfiction. Yes, SasuNaru fanfiction. The woman couldn't help but sqeal at a certain lemon that was about to happen in the FF. Her fangirlish squealing stopped when her office door had opened to reveal her boss, a heavy-set woman with olive contacts, burgundy and balck two stringed twists, and a random Baby Phat outfit with the Jamacian flag colors. The boss' eyebrows furrowed when she saw Skip on her computer.

"Nikka! Why aren't ya out there gettin' my money!!! Cars need to be fuckin' Repo'd!" Natalie fussed in frustration, then turned her flatscreen monitor around, so she could see what site her employee was on. The girls' eye twitched when she had skimmed the passage of what Skip was reading.

"And I know you ain't readin' SasuNaru on my computer!" She stated then began ranting about how she was freeloading in her office. You can see Skip's nervousness on blast. As you have guess, this was not Skip's office, but her Natalie's. Why was Skip in Natalie's office?
Well, mainly because she didn't want to Repo anything today since her last Repo. The last Repo attempt her and her partner, 50, tried to do ended in failure. Their last Repo, was Genjyo Sanzo's red Ferrari and as of current, Natalie sent 3 more Repo men to retrieve the cars, no matter what it takes...
These three Repo men were amoung her best, and craziest...

Scale 6: Dearest ||Luke and Jason ::Saiyuki Reload::

2008-04-30T02:05:20Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: Saiyuki Reload
Author [of the anime]: Kazuya Minekura
Genre: Comedy
Main Character: Luke and Jason
Minor Characters: None
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Note: This was a idea that me and my cuzzo thought about one night over my winter break '07. I told him that I was going to write it, so I kept my promise. I didn't write this in a serious manner, like most fics I do, I wrote this in a way that I would be talking to a person... but only in 3rd Person Onmiscent...

The two cousins sat at the bar drinking some drinks. They were trying to pass time until they can get enough money to move onto the next city and hunt their next bounty. Or... whatever it was they were hunting.

Jason shifted his weight on his stool as he burped loudly. No one hardly paid attention to the replusive burp because they were either soaking miserably in their self-pity or just plain drunk to notice anything else but the beverage they were drinking.

All the twenty-something-year old bounty hunter did was laugh a somewhat maniacle laugh before his teenage cuzzo half-heartedly punched him in the arm, a gesture to tell him to stop his crazy behavior. Jason sucked his teeth and continued to drink something while his younger cuzzo resumed what she was doing.

The two did not know about the couple of men that were watching them from the corner of the bar. Their low grunts of disapproval became louder as one of the men, the head honcho, got up from his seat. His walk towards the two automatically suggessted that he was drunk and out of his mind. Jason and his cousin did not even pay attention to the drunken man, who began to yell pointless accusations against the two. These two were used to the verbal abuse, from a drunk amoung other things.

The innocent bartender tried to stop the drunken lad, who continued to rant.

"I'll kill you for what you did to my daughter!" He screamed, then broke the beer bottle on the bartop then pointed it at Jason.

"What chu gonna do?" He yelled once more, then made a gesture that caused his friends to gather around the two. Jasons' cousin looked up from what she was doing to see them crowded around them. She sighed as bit before she slipped off her stool. She then glanced around at them slowly, easily assuming that she could overpower them with ease... Or so she thought....

Scale 33: Kataritsugu Koto || Senosuke Kuchiki ::Bleach:: ||

2008-04-28T07:45:17Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Angst
Main Character: Senosuke Kuchiki, Andrea Shihouin-Hisagi
Minor Characters: Hiromu Ozaki
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.
Previous Chappies: Scale 32: Kataritsugu Koto

After he spoke with Jin, he made his way to the 12th Division quickly. He felt if he didn’t say anything about the current inner turmoil he was facing now, he knew there was a slight chance that the next time he had see his father, the boy might just do something he might regret---

Scratch That---

Something that he might not regret.

Hell, Seno-Chan might just fight a nigga or two, who knows. Anything can happen between him, Andrea, and Byakuya at this point of time. Since, there has been some tension between the two teenagers and the adult.
[Lolz. Street nigga fight outside of the 6th Division HQ. Seno-kun is the next Kimbo Slice! ROFL]

The young nobleman walked into the large courtyard of the 12th Division. His golden eyes glanced around frantically for his younger cousin for a few moments. He pretty much concluded that there was no sign of her on the courtyard grounds but he was pretty sure that she was somewhere inside of the 12th Division Main Research Lab since he could feel her reiatsu increasing slowly. The boy proceeded to walk down the stone pathway that lead to the building that he thought she was in, that’s when he was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Senosuke-sama. You must be looking for Shihouin-Hisagi-Taichou." The nobleman turned around to see his former best friends’ wife, Hiromu. For some odd reason, he wanted to groan because he knew that he couldn’t get to Andrea easily, at least without her help.

Knowing his younger cousin, she might just like Ozaki-Fukutaichou listen onto their conversation, then Ozaki is going to express her concerns to Naota then Naota goes to Renji....

The whole thing is going to blow up in his face------------------

Scratch that----

The whole thing was going to blow up in his, Andrea, and Byakuya’s face, then the whole Gotei 13 would want to know about him and Byakuya’s possible confrontation. All and All, it was not going to be good.

Tyranny Bound.
Destruction.

Utter chaos on all of their parts.
Senosuke can only imagine it now: The destruction, the killing, the blood, the gore. He had stopped thinking about that when he had felt Andrea’s reiatsu. He had been hanging around Andrea for too long…

"Seno-Kun, you came to see me?" Andrea asked as she suddenly appeared in front of him. The lively goldness he knew in her eyes was now dull.
He knew. He knew that every year on this day would have this effect on her. The younger girl would lag in her studies, she wouldn’t care about anything that would be happening in the outside world; all she would do was stare into space in silence.
Senosuke nodded his head slowly with a frown that was barely visible on his face. His golden eyes then glanced down at the concrete pavement. Andrea noticed this then dismissed her Vice-Captain. She knew what Senosuke was here to talk about.
She sighed, "Senosuke…"

The nobleman balled up his fist in anger. He knew it was going to take a lot to say what he was going to say to Andrea. But, he knew she would listen.
"It’s all that bastard’s fault." Senosuke stated, not bothering to look up at Andrea. "If he hadn’t took away her powers, she would’ve survived."
Andrea stared at her older cousin. She hadn’t seen him like this since that thing with Jin. That little incident had everyone confused.

Anyways, she had to admit, Senosuke had a point. She would’ve been able to evade Sousuke Aizen if her Saketsu Chain and Hakusui Soul Sleep were still with her. It was times like these that Andrea blamed herself for the death of her oba-san*.

"No. Senosuke don’t blame your father, it’s my fault. If I hadn’t arrived on the Kuchiki Estate that day," Andrea paused. "She would’ve been alive."

That’s when Senosuke looked up from the pavement slowly. He looked at Andrea, who seemed to have a distant look in her eyes. He had to admit, at first, he blamed her for his mothers’ death, but it was apparent as time passed he began to see the real picture.
In other words, like people have been telling him lately, he has been gaining his mothers’ mentality.

He had began to see the flaw in his fathers’ teachings. His teachings of how rules come before anything else in your life. About how your personal feelings should not govern your actions and decisions as a Shinigami. That’s when he began to realize what his mother was trying to teach him all along when she was alive.
He thought that his father could’ve easily incapacitate her without taking away the Soul Sleep. He knew that Andrea knew this. So the question is, why does she keep blaming herself?

"Andrea, it’s not your fault. He knew what he was doing, It was almost like-- He wanted to do it. Maybe the thought of her helping you at the time angered him. Because of his stupid teachings that I am not able to have a mother. It’s the fact that angers me the most is that she won’t be able to watch us grow up. She died as a casualty, not a Shinigami. Sometimes I wonder if her death plagues his mind, but knowing that bastard he probably doesn’t give a damn. He probably thinks of her as a egg donor and nothing more. He didn’t even make a attempt to bring her back to the Estate when Oba-san took her in. Like he could care less about me…"

Andrea listened to Senosuke as he continued to talk. She knew how Senosuke felt, she had lost her parents 5 years ago during the second attack Aizen launched on the Soul Society.

When she was rummaging through old computer files, she had found a very unusual MP3 file that had her aunt singing a song that was eerily familiar to her. She was wondering if Senosuke knew something of the song. Maybe listening to the song will calm Senosuke’s nerves a bit.

As Senosuke continued to pour her heart out to her, she pulled out the sleep black MP3 player and handed it to him.

"Senosuke, you should go talk to your father about this. He would want to listen, I’m sure and listen to the song on it. Now go! Before he actually wonders where you are!"
*Oba-san : Aunt.

Kataritsugu Koto ||Lyrics|| Hajime Chitose

2008-04-28T07:29:27Z

Story Type: Lyrics
Anime: Blood +
Artist: Hajime Chitose
Genre: I would define this as a Ballad/R&B, I may be wrong... XP
Note: Lolz. The lyrics to Kataritsugu Koto or as in english ’The Things I Pass Down’ by Hajime Chitose. Most of you know it as the 1st Ending theme song to the anime, Blood + [Very gangsta anime, I suggest you watch it.]

Japanese:

Namida ikutsu koborete
Shingetsu no yoru hitotsu umi ga umareta
Tooku tsumuida kotoba
Kataribetachi no monogatari no naka ni

Mukashi dare ka ga koko de
Hari sake sou na mune wo sotto hiraita
Uta ni kanadete zutto
Donna basho ni mo tazusaete yukeru yo

Kesa naide anata no naka no
Tomoshibi wa tsuranari itsushika
Kagayaku kara

Kataritsugu koto ya tsutaete yuku koto
Jidai no uneri wo watatte yuku fune
Kaze hikaru kyou no hi no sora wo
Uke tsuide sore wo asu ni te watashite

Yubi ni hitai ni kami ni
Anata no mukou kaima mieru omokage
Moshimo toki no nagare wo
Saka noboretara sono hito ni deaeru

Kono sekai umarete soshite
Ataerareta ara yuru namae ni
Negai ga aru

Itoshii egao ni kokoro ugokashite
Arashi ni yura ide tachidomaru toki mo
Mamoritai subete wo sasagete mo
Omoi wa chikara ni sugata wo kaeru kara

Katari tsuide tsutaete yuku koto
Jidai no uneri wo watatte yuku fune
Kaze hikaru kyou no hi no sora wo
Uke tsuide sore wo asu ni te watashite

English:

Many tears I shed, and of the night
of the new moon, another tear is created
Far in the distance, the words of this
story are spinning around

A long time ago, someone stood here
here heart slowly opening up
always singing his song
taking it along wherever she went

Before long, the undying flame
in you will bring us together
as it shines in your heart

The things I want to pass down and explain to you
will cross over to your time, as a boat over water
The wind that gleams in the sky today,
I pass it onto you along with the future

I can briefly see your finger,
your forehead, your hair, in the distance
If somehow, I could turn back the stream of
time, I would be with you

When we’re born into this world
the names we are given, they each
contain a wish of their own

Your beautiful smile, it moves my heart
when I’m stuck within a storm
I want to protect you, give your everything
because those thoughts turn into strength for me

The things I want to pass down and explain to you
will cross over to your time, as a boat over water
The wind that gleams in the sky today,
I pass it onto you along with the future

Scale 32: Kataritsugu Koto ||Senosuke Kuchiki ::Bleach::||

2008-04-28T07:03:36Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Angst
Main Character: Senosuke Kuchiki
Minor Characters: Jin Kitazawa
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.

Note: Lolz. I know. I know. I’m skipping ALOT of scales, but I want to get this out of the way b/c I started writing this scale in a Brand New notebook and I accidently lost it at school the other day. So, yeah plus... I just wanted to put it up here. YESH! I might just bounce around on random scales. >.< Yeah, ’cause they are random drabbles [except for this one, it’s mulitple drabbles]. Anyways, this one is really short. I guess because at the time I was playing around with the idea in my head. XD. So yeah. Each drabble/scale/chappie gets longer during each entry. >.<' I also based this song around the song 'Kataritsugu Koto', as for why... You will see...

Senosuke opened his golden eyes slowly that morning. He glanced at the cieling in his room dully with lifeless eyes. He can imagine himself jumping out of his bed, running out of his room to greet his mother a ’Happy Birthday’ and spend the whole day with her. That’s when he came to the realiztion that those days were over. He felt hot tears building up in his eyes then he quickly blinked, trying to gain back his cool, stoic posture. He slowly got out of the bed and got ready for another day at the 6th Division Headquarters.

He walked out of the Kuchiki Estate, looking slightly odd. He didn’t bother wearing his Kenseikan [See the Album labeled ’Byakuya Kuchiki’, them things that he put in his hair] or anything that symbolized his Noble Status. It had been like this ever since the 1st anniversary of his mothers’ death. She never wore anything that symbolized her noble status, so why should he?

This bold, reckless move caused Byakuya to scold him every chance he got. Now, he just didn’t care what the man thought of him anymore.
When he arrived at the 6th Division HeadQuarters, he was greeted with a friendly hug from one of his now good friends: Jin Kitazawa.
Senosuke looked down at the smaller man in confusion. Jin never did this to him before, but then the confusion wore off when Jin flashed him a smile.

"I-I almost thought you weren’t coming today." He stated with a worried tone in his voice.

Senosuke closed his eyes. In all honestly, he wasn’t sure if he was going to attend work either. He needed to talk to him younger cousin about some stuff that happened 5 Years Ago. Of course, he could talk to Jin, but he didn’t want him to worry too much. These were personal matters between him and her.

"I have to go." Senosuke stated as he opened his eyes slowly. "If my father asks, tell him I went to see Shihouin-Hisagi-Taichou..."

Scale 46: Tomorrow ||Michiko Saruwatari::Bleach::||

2008-04-22T01:02:30Z

Story Type: Prose
Anime: BLEACH
Author [of the anime]: Tite Kubo
Genre: Angst
Main Character: Michiko Saruwatari (OC)
Authoress [of the fic]: Ciante Wright.

Note: This is a Michiko Saruwatari Story. I noticed that I don't write about her as much as I do with Yomi. I truely began to write this because I did not have a backstory when she became a soul in the Soul Society. I also remember me telling myself that this 'incarnate' version of Michiko was her complete opposite. Well, when I first started writing her in my Bleach Fanfictions, she was the complete opposite from what she was in the Original Stories I centered around her. [Seriously, her story was not started in a FanFiction, it was in a Original Short Story I wrote sometime ago.] So, I written this Scale to show her true personality as I wanted it to be portrayed in the original stories. I merged the Bleach Realm with her Realm of origination, a.k.a her past life. Enjoy.

******

The wheat haired woman continued to walk through the districts of the Rukongai with her legendary sword in hand. She was wandering alone, just in her previous life. A wanderer was all she was and claimed to be. At some point of time, she was surprised that even in the Rukongai, many would tremble at the mention of her name. Some others would say she was a silly myth, that she wasn't real. She also noticed that the ones that would tremble were the ones she can identify.

They were the ones that she killed in her past life.

A myth? She was like a living legend...
A Legend that would be continued to be told to the living and the dead. She once feared that her past deeds have not faded away from the living world, as she had. She had a right to fear something like that, having only to be remembered only for the gruesome deeds she carried out when she was alive. Only to be rememebered for the bad things she had done...

Michiko walked through District 71's rowdy streets slowly. She felt as if she were about to faint, since she hadn't stole from anyone in the past few days. She thought that when you were dead, you weren't supposed to be hungry but she guessed that the Shinigami lied to her. She had to steal and resort to tricks she had learned when she was younger in order to support herself. Her childhood wasn't a bad one but it wasn't a good one either. Her life, her childhood, had it's ups and downs.

Her straw hat hid her piercing emerald orbs in the shading as the sun came to it's highest peak. She felt a sweat bead ran down her skin as she held onto her gold and green sheathed Katana lightly. Her vision became a tad bit blurry as a crowd of orphaned kids ran past her, laughing and playing as if they had not a care in the world. This situation made her scoff in disgust. You'd think that in the Soul Society, they'd already be with their parents but instead they are randomly placed in districts with no one to guide them or even to take care of them. The orphaned children either end up becoming theives and die, and if they were lucky enough, someone would adopt them into their family.

Michiko's thoughts were interrupted by something that hit her thieghs [sp!?!] with a thud. She looked down to see a small pale boy with shaggy brown hair and a dirty face. He was wearing a shabby faded blue Yukata, which looked like he had outgrown over the years. The young boy gave Michiko a weak smile. Her intimidating figure was already beginning to scare him, badly. The boy felt like he wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't budge.

"I-I'm sorry." He finally managed to stutter out after a few moments of staring at the woman in mortal fear. She noticed that his knees began to shake, and that's when it hit her.

"Yuki!" A child-like voice yelled from behind her figure. The little boy seemed to manage to look past Michiko and towards the voice. He blinked his chocolate orbs as he scratched the back of his wild hair, giving the voice a weak smile. "Come on!"

That's when the boy ran after the voice without any hesitation. He ran away from Michiko as if he wanted to get away from her. Michiko continued to stare at the boy as he disappeared into the crowded streets of District 71....
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Foster:: Chappie 1:: Another Kid

2008-03-28T02:08:49Z

Random Note/Introduction: Well, this is my FIRST serious attempt at SasuNaru, so they might act a little OOC. Anyways, I originally posted this on FF.net under the penname 'Geta-Boshi', so yeah. Anyways, pwease be gentle.
All Rights Belong to: Masashi Kishimoto
Naruto's RollerSkates belong to: c_shihouin a.k.a Geta-Boshi b.k.a Twinkie!!!!!
Chapter 1:: Another Kid

"We're having a new kid moving in with us." Iruka stated, glancing at Naruto to see what his reaction was going to be. All the blonde did was blink before he asked,

"How old is the kid?" He asked as he propped his feet on the new coffee table only to have Iruka jerk it down. Iruka didn't want his furniture to lose it's new look so soon, and besides he was still paying for the thing.

"He is about--"

That's when their doorbell rang, which made Iruka smile for some unknown reason. Naruto glanced at Iruka and that smile, that's when he began wondering who was at the door until a loud grumble from his stomach stopped the wondering. This was a very obvious sign that the little kitsune was hungry because, well, in Iruka's house on every 2nd Sunday, it was... massive clean up day... Let's just say that Iruka had a creepy germophobe persona that could match Danny Tanners [Full House] anyday. Usually, Naruto would protest to these clean-ups and lock himself in the room the whole day so he wouldn't have to hear Iruka's constant naggging, but today was different.

He actually felt like cleaning up his room...

Anyways, Naruto got off the couch and made his way to the kitchen while his foster parent went to answer their apartment door. As his stomach growled once more, Naruto automatically went to his 'stash' of Instant Ramen Cups. His eye twitched when the cabinet revealled a empty space that his ramen stash was. He cursed under his breath at the fact that Iruka found them before he could eat at least one cup. He was seriously regretting making that bet with Iruka...

2 Weeks without Ramen...

Naruto grumbled another incoherant thing under his breath when he heard his guardian greet someone in the apartment by the name of 'Sasuke'. For some reason, that sounded like a cool name to Naruto as closed the cabinet that was supposed to contain the cups. He sighed, it seemed like he would have to settle for a sandwhich.

"Naruto! Could you come here please? I would like you to meet someone." Iruka called from the living room. Naruto groaned a bit at this request. He didn't want to meet one of Iruka's weird friends', having Kakashi over at the apartment after school hours was already strange enough. All he wanted was food! Ramen to be exact.

Naruto walked inside of the room to see not one of Iruka's weird friends, but someone of his age. That's when it dawned on Naruto, this was the one that Iruka was talking about earlier. His cerulean eyes landed on the raven haired boy, who stared back at Naruto with emotionless obsidain eyes. Naruot had to admit, he was a looker but he was already with someone. Well, it wasn't like he automatically liked him, for all he knew he could be a total prick.

"Nice to meet ya, Sasuke. My name is---"

The fox could feel his stomach growl more. It grumbled loud enough that even Iruka and Sasuke heard it.

That's when the awkward silence occurred.
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And that's when Iruka decided to break the silence.

"Eh. How about I show you to your room, Sasuke." Iruka stated as he took the boys' duffle bags then began to strut down the hallway. Sasuke waited a bit before he followed Iruka down the short hallways, giving Naruto one last look before he followed the older man.

Naruto let out a sigh of relief. The kitsune didn't even catch the last look that the raven gave him recently. But for some reason, Naruto had a feeling that the new guy would make quite the stir in his life, or he might just becoming more paranoid...

Sasuke walked inside of the small room with Iruka. He gave the brunette another emotionless look as he explained to him that he would be enrolling him into school tomorrow and that he hoped that Sasuke could adjust here peacefully. After that, Iruka walked out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him.

With a sight, the raven sat on his bed quickly, then laid back on it. He let out a moan at how the bed was comfortable as he adjusted himself slowly. That's when he took out a picture from his pocket then glanced at it. His legs began to gyrate when he looked at it, all he could do was frown. The pitcure was of him and his brother, eight years ago before everything went down:
The Robberies.
The Kidnappings.
The Murders.

All of those things caused the two to split up between different foster homes.

Sasuke could remember his brother telling him that one day he would come back for him. Save him from these kind of homes, but for some reason Iruka's seemed different. It seemed, comfortable. Well, the thought of his brother coming back for him made him grunt is disbelief. He knew that his brother was old enough to come back and get him. He only concluded one thing, he forgot about him. Sometime ago, Sasuke came to that realization and didn't care anymore if he just popped up on the doorstep demanding him. He was nothing to him now.

The raven placed the picture back into his pocket then yawned.

The Uchiha man was now bored and he needed something to occupy his time while he was here.

**Knock Knock**

"Sasuke! Wanna go to the Skating Rink?"

That's when it hit Sasuke. He knew exactly was going to occupy his time. The Uchiha couldn't help but grin.
Yup, this was going to be sweet.

Tired and ish reviewing Teh Quizlets... ooer... Quizlets... sounds like Nooblets...

2007-11-11T05:02:37Z

Man... I haven't updated in a while huh? Man... things are about to change for the better or worse, either way, they are going to change.
What has happened in the past couple of weeks doesn't really matter because I just found out that I'm failing more than half of my classes. Major bummer... It's not that I've been lazy or anything, it's just that I've been having at lot of things going on at the house lately which is really stressing me out to oblivion. GRRR!!!

Anyways, let me get on the light side of things... I'm soo freakin' tired it doesn't make any sense...>.> I need to take a break from the internet or something because it's really getting annoying... very annoying indeeed.

What's the deal with Hannah Montana? Why does people like that show anyways, seriously because I'm listening to it right now and I feel like I'm going to change it to the Boondocks.... WTF!

I still can't believe that they took off Bleach from the Saturday lineup. It was getting to the good part too... because I really wanted to see Byakuya and Ichigo fight... and the Yoruichi and Soi Fon fight.

God damn that was a ling HTML code, just to put on a little boxy thingy? Are they crazy? I might just put it on the Boondocks right now ::changed the channel to the bookdocks::
Turns out that the little boy doesn't want me to change it from Disney Channel ::sigh and looks at the Quizlet thingy::
What the hell? Nine children, are they insane. That's... oh man... >.> But the good thing is that I live in a Mansion... O_o; Who the hell wants to be a teacher? Teachers are cool and all but in all I want to be a cartoonist... anyways, on to the next quiz!

This shit made me crack up, real talk. 66%... man... I do gotta think about that. I do like to sing 'Thriller' at random moments of the day when I be at school.
>.> Psh... and I listen to P.Y.T. When I have nothing else better to do at the moment. =.- Yeeeaaaahhh.... I'm uber tired at the moment, so I'll just be heading out and going to sleep... I may update tomorrow...

What Do You Have To Say? - Travel: Top Three Places

2007-10-03T00:19:40Z

What are your top three destinations and why go there?

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My top 3 destinations would probably be.... Australia, UK, and Japan...

I would love to go to Australila, just because of the diversity and culture. If I did go there, the first place I would go see is the Syndney Opera House. The pictures and what I've read about it seemed to be so amazing...

Ah Ha... Japan. Why? Well, me wanting to go to Japan ain't driven for my passion for anime, but the culture. I've always been curious and mezmerized by the asian culture. I'd love to see/ visit the Shibuya Ward in Tokyo, see Tokyo Tower, see some of the shrines, and finally... go to the arcades! >.> It seems worth while.

Um... what else... Yeah!
The UK... for some odd reason I always wanted to venture there. -.-; Reasons unkown I guess...

My Schedule Change

2007-08-16T00:05:04Z

*Psh* They changed my schedule, so I'm out of the Honors class with all those snobby people and into a Honors class with the people I can relate to. It's for the best, really because the snobbby Honors class was getting a bit over crowded, y'know? Heh, and my drama class is my first, so I'm kinda have mixed feelings about that one. It's my fav class, I was getting used to having that class for 6th and getting used to the students. But now... I don't even know who is in my class, all I know is that one of my closest friends are in the class, and that the class is almost full, y'know? It's probably not like the 6th Period class, where there is a few students.

*Psh* I know I'm going to do well tkhis year, at least, that's what I hope. I kinda been slacking in the homework department though, which is like: WTF! Heh, I know I can get that grade up in no time. ^.^

High School is Tiring:: Blah:::

2007-08-14T22:58:27Z

Man, seriously. I even wake up tired, y'know? All the books I gotta carry to and from school, it doesn't even make sense. *Psh* I don't even know if I can even survive this year like I've been doing the other years.

9th Grade is hell.

*Psh* New Cafeteria rules is causing me not to eat lunch, because of all the books I have to caryy into the lunch room. Heh... I have money to go to the snack machine, but the lines be too damn long. And nobody, I mean Nobody, doesn't want to stand in them lines. >.>;

Honors Class is imtimidating....

Yeah, my 9th Grade Honors class is... that's one intimidating class. I'm serious about this shiyate. All them kids are waay smarter than me or the other kids from my middle school. You asking how do I know? Well, It's that look they be givin' us, y'know? Like they are better than us in some type of way. It's disturbing... I'm not going to back out of that class, no-way! I'm gonna stand my ground and show them what's up. Heh, I guess writing in this journal is giving me a bit of confidence in this class.

Heels

I been wondering for the longest time now, ever since I started school: How do them Female be wearing them heels for a long time, and not have they feet hurting? No seriously, every day there is someone in heels. That shiyate, is kinda disturbing. I wonder if they gonna fall or something when they walkin', y'know?

Aiighty then...
I think I'm gonna post sometime later this week, aiight, peace.

MASH (for old time sake)
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You will live in a(n)	Mansion
You will marry	Current bf/gf
You will have this many kids	9
You will live here	US
You will be a(n)	Teacher
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