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-Prologue-

Come on sugar, come

I really don't want to go home

Stay with me, be a friend

These streets so cold and my mind is full of goals

Blue eyes watched as thick globs of rain fell from the sky, bombing the concrete of the darkened street on the other side of his bedroom window. Grimmjow had been awoken from the storm; the rain pelting his window like kamikaze birds. He had been watching the storm for possibly hours as puddles grew and streams of water ran down into the storm drains. It had been an odd beginning of summer in Karakura, there would be days like today where it would monsoon then the following day they would be experiencing a humid drought. You were either soaked from sweat or rain, Grimmjow preferred the rain; at least it didn't make him smell like sweat.

Passing a hand through his unruly blue hair he sighed as he went over to the small wooden desk that sat opposite of his bed. His hair had grown long again, he hadn't decided if he was going to cut it or let it grow yet. Pulling out the chair that grounded against the floor making him squint a bit and shoot a worried look to his bedroom door. The last thing he wanted was his mother coming in and yelling down his throat to go back to sleep. Weather seemed to be covering his back, as the rain appeared to just pour down all of a sudden filling his entire room with the dripping sound of rain. He didn't give a shit what anyone says; Mother Nature was a true homie.

Taking out his small journal that he kept stashed under a few magazines and the odd textbook, he flipped through the pages until he found a blank one. It would be the absolute death of him if anyone found out that he kept a journal – he had a reputation to maintain after all, who else was going to be the class delinquent? Well in all honesty he had only received such a bad rep cause he had pounded the snot out of the one kid who had decided to poke fun at his hair colour – some guy named Shinji. He had knocked a few black keys into the man's piano faced grin. That was the story of how he also became friends/rivals/whatever the fuck you want to call it with this emo kid naked Ulquiorra Cifer.

He was really good at making friends and fighting. But the pair didn't seem to go hand in hand in Karakura; if you hit someone you are an asshole that also doesn't know shit. That's what these people thought of him, except Ulquiorra, Grimmjow didn't know what the fuck that kid was thinking about half the time.

Biting down on the pen he turned on the small desk light, his eyes shooting to the door as he strained his hearing. Nothing. He was in the clear. Twirling the pen between his long fingers as he wracked his head trying to think of something to write about. He'd begin with the date.

July 10

It's two-thirty in the morning and it's raining like a motherfucker outside, this summer is off to an excellent start.

Grimmjow looked down to snicker at the sarcastic tone in his writing. Though it was more chicken scratch than actual writing, probably a defence mechanism so nobody would know how much of a pussy he was for writing his daily thoughts in a fucking journal. His school counsellor – a man that reeked of saki and dressed like a total hippy – Shunsui had told him to write in it whenever he could. He had taken it after calling the man a vagina and offering a deal with him; if he didn't smell like saki ever again he would write in the journal. The man didn't keep up his end of the bargain.

I was planning on going swimming at the local pool today, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen. Though Mother N. has been a main bitch today, so maybe the sun will come out. I don' know, is that asking too much? Don' get me wrong, I'm not trying ta keep active or anything, just trying ta avoid mum. Nothing against her, its just she's been a real asshole lately – always prying in my life trying ta get me out of the house.

Summer classes just ended don' I deserve at least a small break? Instead she's been ridin' my dick telling me to seize this summer cuz supposedly I'm gettin' a job next one. See she's an asshole! There are probably laws against forcing your adopted son ta do shit.

He winced at the last part; he didn't like pulling the adoptive card on his folks, even if it was on paper. He was more than grateful when they had pulled him out of the foster system at the age of five – no parents seemed to have wanted a blue haired runt with a strange birth mark on his right cheek. He was even more grateful when they had moved out of Hiroshima and to Karakura for a fresh start.

I don't blame her though; I am a lazy sack of shit.

He chuckled a little louder this time as Mother N. had his back. The door swung open making Grimmjow damn near shit his pants as he quickly pulled a comic book over the journal. His mum could murder him but he would prolong her from finding his journal. He had written some nasty shit in there after all. Instead of his mother's figure in his doorway stood a man with glasses that were starting to slide down his face and bubblegum pink hair. Szayel Aporro; his older brother.

Grimmjow still didn't know where he stood with Szayel; the guy had been trouble for his parents for as far back as Grimmjow could remember. The man had been caught selling dope on the occasion – though since their mom was a cop he'd always get away with it, "what the fuck are you doing up blue?"

"Reading. What does it look like?" Grimmjow responded a scowl crossing his face. Though he was only a few years older than Grimmjow, he always acted so high and mighty around him, "why are you up so late?"

The man only giggled as he pointed at the comic book, "only pussy's keep journals."

Grimmjow's face went beet red as he looked down to see that not his entire journal had been covered by the comic book, "fuck you."

"Hahaha, goodnight pussy," Szayel laughed as he walked away closing Grimmjow's door behind him. A thud was heard down the hallway accompanied by a few swears, he was probably stoned and had walked into a wall. Served him right.

Well so much for keeping this thing a secret. If I'm lucky he'll either keep his mouth shut or forget all about this by tomorrow.

I really want to go swimming now.

Feeling his face get heavy, Grimmjow shut the journal deciding that he'd finished his entry tomorrow when it wasn't the middle of the night. That and when he got back from the pool so he'd actually have something to fucking talk about. Hiding the logbook under some comics he turned off his light and pushed out from his chair walking over to his small bed, collapsing on top of it. The rain sounded like a metronome at this point, a steady rhythm to fall asleep too. Heavy eyelids closed as Grimmjow entered into a dreamless slumber – the rain stopping somewhere between his heavy breathing and the smile that drew on his sleeping face.

Seize the summer; what the fuck does that even mean?

He let out a loud sigh as he walked down the damp sidewalk of one of the side streets of Karakura, a sullen scowl finding its place on his face. Summer had only just begun and it was turning out of be a miserable one. The weather was either too muggy or too wet to do anything. Ichigo was hoping that it would be one of those days where it was overcast threatening the inhabitants of Karakura with more rain. The only good thing that had come out of this was that his noisy neighbour hadn't had a chance to start his gardening. There was just something obnoxious about the man's rose bushes.

In all honesty, he had been hoping for the public pool to be closed today. It had only been two and a half weeks since school had let out and he was already bored of the chlorine water. It stung his eyes. That and Ichigo was prone to swallowing water on accident, he couldn't count how many times he had wanted to vomit after taking a mouth full of water the general public shared. He swore that his throat had gotten swimmer's itch.

Tightening his grip on the gym bag that was swung over his shoulder, he kept his head down as he crossed the road taking another street that would lead him to his destination. A sudden buzzing from his left leg pocket startled him as his face did a weird flinch. Hoping to God that nobody had been around to see him have a spaz-attack he pulled out his cell, touching the green phone symbol on the touch screen to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Kurosaki-kun!" a shrill shriek came from the other end making Ichigo move the phone away from his ear. He knew the sound of that voice anywhere, "what are you up to right now?"

"Heading to the pool."

"Hmmm, would you rather spend the day with Tatsuki and I?" Orihime bubbly asked. Ichigo didn't know what to make of the girl, she was annoying but kept things entertaining with her sporadic conversations and crazy ideas.

"No, not really."

"What did he say?" another voice came from the background, possibly Tatsuki. How did they even get his number? Some shuffling was heard before Orihime spoke again, "he said no."

"Give the phone to me," Tatsuki spoke as the mobile device was handed to the other girl. He had known Tatsuki since he was young, so the girl didn't really bother him and at least he had a clear idea of how he felt about her, unlike the other girl, "hey shit head, come hang out with Ori and I."

"Fuck you," Ichigo responded in a playful manner.

"In your wildest dreams," she responded a little laugh escaping her, "come on Ichi! Why not?"

"I'm heading to the pool. Your place is on the other side of town. It's an inconvenience for me. Do you want me to make a list for you?" Ichigo responded as he stopped at a four-way letting the cars go before he crossed the street.

"Because you are going to do so much at the pool!" the girl teased, Ichigo avoiding a crow that had just landed to make feast of the spilt garbage he had passed, "I thought you said you hated chlorine."

Ichigo hopped over a large puddle, worms drowning in the brown water, as they had been unable to escape the monsoon. Swinging around the corner he could see the community center in the distant, a few people already gathered in the outside pool, "I do. I hate the smell of it. And I especially hate the taste of it. I'm still going to the pool though."

"Why the hell are you so adamant on going to the pool?"

"I felt like swimming today."

"Whatever, there is obviously no point trying to change your mind."

"Nope."

"We are going to hangout by the end of the summer though," Tatsuki said as she hung up, leaving no room for Ichigo to protest. She had made it sound like it was a promise, Tatsuki usually kept her promises.

Putting the phone back into his pocket he looked down at the sidewalk where something caught his eye. Sitting in a blue recycling bin, a dry notebook was on top of soaked stacked newspapers. It wasn't very large and could probably fit into his hand. Black cardboard like material held together faded yellowish papers. A beach scene drawn in gold on the cover; at least he assumed it was a beach as there was water waving on the sand and those hump birds people draw when they are too lazy to draw the actual thing.

He picked it up turning it over in his hand. Brown copper rings holding everything together as binding while a strap sealed the contents from being revealed. What had drawn his eyes in the first place however was the bold gold writing that took up the centre of the cover. It was a saying that he had never seen before but somehow resonated within him. It meant something to him.

In life we must find the magic to make our souls soar.

It was probably from a book that he had never read before. For some reason he got the impression that it was Shakespearian? Though that could just be because he thought everything that had to do with fancy writing somehow derived from Shakespeare. He should probably pay more attention to English class next year. Opening the notebook he was surprised to see that much of the pages had been doodle in revealing spectacular scenes in black ink.

There was a drawing of Calvin and Hobbes looking up into the star with a bold number one drawn between them. Flipping over the next page; scenery filled both sides of the pages, black ink drawing an old wooden train track, the number two drawn on one of the wooden posts. Furrowing his brow Ichigo turned to the next page, this one again drawn as a scenery; the public pool at night, the fence that was usually locked opened wide while a large three was drawn in the water.

He begun to skim through a few pages all revealing something different; an animated burger with eyes that had three patty stacks and the number seven on a toothpick shoved in the top bun. A Japanese maple tree, branches barren of leaves and replaced by shoes, a number six drawn in the branches as an illusion possibly? A picture of Totoro spray-painting the number four on a wall, two Hello Kittys kissing – nine, outlandish cartoon sticks dancing around a bonfire the flames forming an eleven in the air.

Ichigo finally came to a stop near the middle of the notebook, bold letters spelling out Infinite Playlist on the top centre of the page. A list of numbers and instructions written beside them filling the rest of the page, he kept going until reaching some of the neatest writing he had ever seen that gave an explanation of the list.

This is your Infinite Playlist, complete the desired tasks and throw away the journal to be found by another. Do not cross out what you have done. There is no time limit. Have fun.

-Anonymous

Ichigo looked down at the book giving another scowl. This must be a joke. Someone at school wanted to fuck with him, though he just couldn't think of who would go through so much detail to fuck with him. He had to say that both the drawings and penmanship was exquisite. Though the fact it had been placed in the recycling must have meant something? Maybe this notebook was like that Jumanji movie? It was just waiting to ruin his life.

Looking up and down the street he was on, checking to see the person who had obviously left it for him to find it. Seeing no one, he looked back down at the notebook. If he had half a brain he'd throw the thing away, it would eventually fade out of his mind that he had found it and he could continue his boring summer. Then again his summer was boring.

He packed the notebook in his gym bag, deciding that he would settle with what to do with the thing when he was finished at the pool. Continuing his quest, Ichigo walked towards the pool, wanting to get over this visit as painlessly as possible.

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