“What kind of dogshit ending was that?!”
Terry flipped his keyboard as he attempted to digest the ending of Bleach. After following the epic of the shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo for so long the ending left a bitter taste in his mouth. How did the mangaka mess up the story so much? Terry couldn’t quite understand what had happened. He had looked online for more information. Various news outlets and websites pointed fingers towards the publisher Shounen Jump for neglecting and forcing Bleach to go on for too long. Others claimed the mangaka, Kubo Tite, had given up on the story all together. Even the fanbase was split with many self-proclaimed Bleach officiendos citing various ways in which Bleach spiralled into the lacklustre story that it is now.
Truthfully Terry didn’t know what was the true reason for Bleach’s fall from grace. He simply felt it was a pity for such a story to be wasted like that. Sighing to himself Terry clicked to close the window on his computer when another window popped up.
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
Terry stared blankly at the window’s message. Your father is a phoenix feather, can you not see that right under the final chapter there was about 2000 people who agree with your god’s sentiment? Jeez big brother system if you wanted to sell me something at least come up with a better hook than that. Terry chuckled to himself as he attempted to close the window.
“Huh?”
Scanning the window pop up Terry could not find the usual X sign that normally resided in the top right corner. Was that even legal? Terry quickly scanned the rest of the window. Top left corner like a MAC? Nope. Bottom left corner? Bottom right corner? Nothing.
Taking in a deep breath, Terry secretly made a vow to himself to not frequent any more of these shady sites so late at night. He understood what had happened, his computer had a virus. These Manga gods can go to hell for writing such a stupid virus.
Quickly Terry hit the alt-control,delete keys as his many night adventure escapades on the web has taught him how to deal with these viruses and spyware.
One second…
Two second…
“Huh?”
Nothing changed on his monitor. The final Bleach chapter was still there with Abarai Ichika meeting Kurosaki Kazui. The multitudes of tabs he had opened on his browser were still there. And last but not least that damn pop up window was still smack dabbed right in the centre of it all.
Terry calmed himself down by taking another deep breath. Okay fine, I admit your goddamn virus or whatever is godsend. Skillfully he shifted his finger to the reset button on his pc tower. Let us reboot into safemode and fix this shit.
You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
One second…
Two second…
Once more nothing changed. The feeling Terry got was that time had been frozen.
“PFTTTT…” Terry laughed to himself, like that could ever actually happen.
Guess I will just have to do it the good ol fashion way. He reached behind his pc tower and attempted to yank out the power cord. Damn rotten website forcing me to do this. Terry kept cursing as he tried to pull the cord out. Suddenly he felt a jolt of electricity enter his finger from the cord and his vision went black.
***
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
“Ugh…” Terry groaned as he heard the automated high pitch voice of some robot.
Alright, alright, I your father get it, you are the best virus, spyware, adware, in the whole wide world to even have sound playing in a pop up window. Once more in front of Terry’s field of vision the pop up window appeared. However there was sign of his monitor, the wall behind the monitor, or even anything else except pitch blackness.
Terry wanted to scream, he wanted to flail his body; but there was nothing. He could not feel any movement or make any sound except hear his own thoughts. Is this for real? What is going on? Terry started to panic.
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
Once more the robotic voice sounded out.
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
“Congratulations to host for aligning his will with that of manga gods, it is more rare to find a phoenix’s feather or a quilin’s horn than it is to find someone who shares the manga god’s sentiments! Would host please activate the rewriter system? Click yes”
“OKAY!” Terry screamed in his head as the voice got louder and louder.
“WHOOSH” once more his vision swam into darkness
***
“Hey...hey...Ichi...? Ichi...!”
“SHUT THE F*CK UP” roared Terry. A blurry scene unfolded before his eyes. In front of him was a petite girl dressed in black robes.Her black flowing shoulder length hair coupled with her shocked gaze made Terry feel as though she could see straight into his soul. The girl was injured, blood was oozing out from a wound on her face. Shockingly Terry recognized her. It was Kuchiki Rukia.
Before he could come to terms with why he was seeing Rukia in the flesh and not in a black and white manga page, the sharp pain in his chest jolted him awake. Terry looked down and saw that right there sticking in the middle of chest was a sword. Not just any sword, it was Rukia’s sword. Dear god...this scene is way too familiar. Any Bleach fan worth their salt would know that this was the opening scene for how Ichigo started his journey as a shinigami.
“I am Ichigo?..” The thought struck Terry like a bolt of lightning.
Are you for real? This is not a dream? I transcended into the world of Bleach? I am the protagonist? Many thoughts swirled into his mind as the feeling of excitement hit him. This was just like all those novels he read about ordinary people being transported to a foreign world and reincarnating into one of the characters there. And the world he was in now is the world of Bleach!
Thank you virus, thank you adware, thank you spywares and all those shady sites for giving me this chance. Terry was simply swept up in the feeling of ecstasy at the thought of being the main character of Bleach. Even the pain he felt from being stabbed in the chest faded as he lunged both his hands to grab Rukia’s sword pulling it closer into his chest.
“Y...you…” Rukia couldn’t believe what was happening. What was wrong with this guy? Is he some sort of masochist? And that expression on his face? Why is he suddenly smiling? Forget it this is already a huge mess.
“You, tell this one your name,” Rukia said solemnly as she stared straight into Terry’s eyes.
Ha! I thought you would never ask, it is now time to make my grand introduction. Terry adopted a solemn expression as well as he cleared his throat.
“Listen my name is Ich…”
Before he could finish his sentence a voice from behind Terry shouted.
“His name is Ichi-uni and he is my brother!”