Bleach: Memories In The Rain Novels & Stories

Remi says easing herself down from the examination table. There's a knock on the door. Blaze quietly lets himself into the room. Dr. Williams nods her head resigned to do as Remi asked. Dr. Williams picks up the phone and calls the lab down the hall. One by one; five beings come into the room. Blaze swipes their memory of Remi. The two nurses come in next. Once they're swiped Dr. Williams calmly stands for her turn. Remi places her hand on Blaze's forearm stopping him just before he swipes her mind. "Leave her memories of me. Just swipe the memory of the blood work." Blaze nods his head then does as requested.

SCARLETT DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. The incessant drops of rain resounded in the room. It was the sound of retired rain after a heavy downpour. But this sounded too close. Too strange. It filled the room, accompanied by a strong metallic smell that caused my nose to wrinkle. It was a familiar smell that brought back ugly memories. Memories of war. Pain. Loss. The pain in my stomach twisted hard, sharper than before. It spread lower, hooking into my pelvis like claws. I gasped, curling in on myself, trying to hold it in.

“Now rise, rotten apple, and let us be rid of you.” Above her, the neon glowed red, the color more sunset than shocking crimson in the rain-slicked sidewalk at her feet. Across the street, the door to Eidolon waited. The rain still fell, the drops so light they no longer pelted the thin plastic tied beneath her chin. And though she held the keys in hand, her home no less than fifty steps away, she stood, lost in a turbulent sea of raging ghosts and regretful memories.

“Uh, I couldn’t tell how tall he was because he was in the chair the whole time. Taller than me, I’m sure. I think I might’ve picked… 28D? No, maybe it was 34P. I can’t remember.” Gale let out a hot breath that resembled her name. “How can you not remember?” “I don’t know. I’ve been through a traumatic experience. It’s hard to recall a lot of the details. I spent most of my time looking at the door, waiting for someone to let me out.” “Ugh, you’re no fun.” Breeze tossed her pillow at Rain, and she laughed, knowing she was joking around. Rain tossed it back to her. “Your one chance to see a naked man with the lights on, and you blew it.”

That’s when something breaks. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly. I turn around. And I walk out. The rain hits my face before the tears do. I don’t remember leaving the building. I don’t remember the elevator. I just remember running. My heels slip against the pavement. Cars blur past. The red dress clings to me. Heavy. Humiliating. My phone buzzes again. Madison. I don’t look. I can’t. My chest tightens. My vision blurs.

****† RALI Standing at the balcony, watching the rain spill from the sky did something to my mind. The world blurred into silver streaks, and for a moment, my thoughts followed each falling drop like it was a memory being washed out of me. Every splash felt like a replay of my life hitting the ground and shattering. The door opened behind me and that distinct smell hit me; the one that had always belonged to him. Being back at his house had helped strengthen my memories in a lot of ways. The missing pieces were stitching themselves together whether I wanted them to or not.

Shortly after entering the bathroom did I find myself vomiting the little food I had today. God Raine, look at yourself. I stare back at my reflection. My eyes were red, and a bit watery. I have a sting in my chest from all the acid that forced its way out of my body. I splashed water on my face, cleaning myself up, making sure I looked just as good as I did when I came in. I took a deep breath. “You don’t have time to be sick, Raine,” I speak softly, before licking my lips.

Callista asked and Haru immediately answered while her eyes were closed and she was enjoying the rain falling on her face. "Because of this rain, I experienced happy and sad circumstances. The rain witnessed all that I went through. And do you know that it is better to cry while it is raining because no one can see you crying because the rain accompanies you when you cry. You are free to cry without anyone noticing." Haru said and help Callista to enter the house because Callista were sick more when it got soaked in the rain. Callista was quiet as Haru helped her to enter to the house.

Christmas morning in Valentina's apartment in Gràcia smells of coffee and rain. Barcelona does this sometimes in December — ignores the season entirely and produces a morning of soft grey rain and the particular indoor light that makes staying inside feel like a choice rather than a concession. She wakes before him, which she usually does, and makes coffee in the kitchen with the rain coming down the window and the city outside unusually quiet, and thinks this.

The scent of pine and safety. The woman inhales, and the memory *tears* free. --- **The Unraveling** The temple shudders. Eden collapses, a raw scream shredding his throat as the stolen memory carves a new scar-a jagged fissure down his spine. The mirrors shatter, the false Edens swarming, their hands clawed and hungry. The storm erupts, a maelstrom of lightning and rot, but the woman dances through it, unharmed.