All Fall DownAll Fall Down
Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of poesys
Hasha, Hasha, we all fall down.
You lost her. You lost her. You lost her. You lost her. You lost her. The words echoed over and over inside my head. It was my entire fault.
[Your fault. All your fault.]
We hadnt been a large squadron; Just Sentarou, Isane and I. It was reconnaissance, an easy simple mission that required only three people. I was the only one to surprise.
[It was supposed to be simple, this wasnt supposed to happen! You were supposed to go home and where you and Isane part ways, instead of waving half-heartedly like always youd gather her up in your arms and-]
I had been planning it. I didnt believe in waiting. Waiting was awful and nerve wracking, during a war I couldnt afford to wait, no one could because you never know if you will live to see the next day, let alone long enough to bear your soul. So I promised myself th
Reaching OutReaching Out
You remember the day so perfectly; when he glared at you and told you he was leaving.
You remember the harsh bite to his words, the ice in the eyes that mirror yours and you remember the hate, that acid look on his face. That was when you knew you had failed as a father.
And than he left and you knew that if he had his way youd never see him again.
Because you were a terrible father.
You favored your students over him and ignored his attempts to impress you, you deemed him a failure before he had the chance to prove you wrong. Than he became a captain and it still wasnt good enough for you, you would pick and pick and criticize some more until the poor boy couldnt take it.
You were never cut out to be a father, you thought, so why bother?
You should have seen the warning signs, when third seat Hitsugaya came to you saying how distant your son had been, when the complaints of pranks he pulled had completely ceased, when he actually received some 1
Lets rest for a while till our soul catches up.
Bring on the wonder, weve got it all wrong, weve pushed you down deep in our souls
so how long?
To me time always seemed to move too fast, everyone was always going somewhere, there was always something to do, someone to see. No one ever stopped to just be.
I wished I could be one of those people, but no matter how quickly thoughts rushed through my head, how many battles were fought, won, or lost, no matter how quickly the day seemed to pass, I never changed, it was like I was always standing still while everyone I had ever loved continued to move forward and grow.
I dont know why I couldnt move on. Im not the type of woman whos whole world revolves around the man they love but but Gin wasnt an average man.
Wed been through hell together, seen so much more in a few years than some married couples see together in several lifetimes.
InexorableTo make it clear guys, this centric oneshot drabbles are part of the Innen!verse. Its not AU, its the bleach!verse still, but its my idea of five years after the series starts.
Included in the Scroll of Innen Series is:
These all take place throughout or before Serendipity. Not in order of publishing but in chronological order that they take place in the series, though technically Wake Up and Here Comes the Sun could take place at any time.
Inexorable takes place later on at a point I havent quite gotten to in Serendipity but Im getting there.
You dont have to read all of them to understand them. You dont even have to read them in order.
Lastly I suggest you read Serendipity first.
You lean against the door frame of the flimsy shack, holding the reed curtains aside so as not to obscure your view of
PenanceA/N: Another character study that Ive been dying to do but could probably have been done better.
I give you Isshin people.
Isshin couldnt sleep. Which was strange because that night; for the first time in a long time all three of his children were sleeping under the same roof. He couldnt have been happier, and yet something was wrong.
He was feeling insanely edgy; he was jumpy, he couldnt seem to breathe evenly and thoughts raced through his head at alarming speeds.
He cracked the door open of Karins room which for now was being occupied by its former residents Ichigo and Rukia. He had to work to hold down the proud laugh/immature giggle that threatened to tear through his lips as he stared at the pair.
It was a single bed, so in order to make room Rukia was laying practically completely on top of Ichigo while he buried his nose in her hair and gripped her waist. The two were snoring softly at matching rhythms.
If Isshin wasnt so manly
Here Comes the SunA/N: Im making a project out of making character studies. So far I have...everyone...I just need to post
Here Comes the Sun
Youre sitting alone on the barstool on a cold Sunday night. The filthy place is empty except for you and as you stare into your glass you cant bring yourself to down the contents.
You ponder your life and all youve accomplished and wonder, though youll never tell a soul, Was I good enough? and though youve thought about this a thousand different times on a thousand different nights just like this one, you know youll never find your answer.
So you grip the mug harder and stare at your reflection in the stale brown liquid and slosh it around, not feeling the resolve you wanted to feel.
So you sigh and wonder where the time went and think how long its been since your happy childhood, when you didnt understand why you were fighting. Where did all the time go? you ask
HeroA/N: Im so sorry, I wrote this the week it came out and I saw it but I forgot to type it up! XD sorry sorry sorry.
Disclaimer: I dont own the awesomeness that is the dark knight.
(Dad, why is he running?
Because he is the hero Gotham deserves, he made the choices no one dared to. Hell run because we must hunt him, hell run because he can take it. Hes the saviour of our city. The Dark Knight.)
My name is Jason Gordon.
My father was the great Detective James Gibson; the man who caught the Joker.
I grew up in a time when heroes were scarce and everyone was searching for something to believe in. They were dark times back then when men wreaked havoc and friends betrayed and I had no idea why. I understand a little better now why these men took what action they did; pain, revenge and chaos.
When I was growing up the city had three heroes; my father James Gordon, Harvey Dent, and Batman. The three men who stood ab