"Ku... Kurosaki! Aah... Nnn..." My eyes rolled back and my whole body tensed. "Aah!" With a burst of intense pleasure, I came. Ichigo looked up at me, his face covered with my semen.
I looked away, embarassed. He stood and kissed me softly. I pulled away and started buttoning my shirt up.
"There's a towel in the bathroom. Wipe your face off." I was too embarassed to look directly at him.
He laughed and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You're going to stop me there, Ishida?"
I blushed and turned away to hide it, pretending I didn't hear him. I ran my fingers through my hair to make sure it wasn't too messy when Kurosaki caught me around the waist.
"You're so uptight." He whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Come on. Last time you stopped me because your father was going to be home soon, but I know that now he's on a buisness trip in Tokyo."
He moved his hands to my hips and he bite my neck gently.
Shit... I thought as I felt myself get hard again. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head but he made that very difficult by moving one hand down my pants and squeezed my inner thigh.
"Kurosaki..." I tried to protest but he stroked my penis lightly and my protest turned into a light moan. And I succumbed to his seduction.
He picked me up bridal style and lay me on the bed. I didn't protest, I let him run his hands and mouth all over me. He put it in and we did it in every position we could think of. In the end, I lay in the bed fully naked and fully tired.
He stood to get dressed and leave, but I caught his hand.
Even without me saying a thing he knew what I wanted. He lay back down and pulled me close.
I took in the scent of his bare chest and smiled to myself. Wrapped in Kurosaki's arms, I fell into a happy sleep.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sorry
I apologize for not posting for so long, but I've been drowning in homework and I've reached somewhat of a writer's block. Once school is over, I'll have more time to spend on writing and to brainstorm with my onee-chan. ^^
If you have any suggestions at all you can comment or you can email me at BloodRedFanFiction@gmail.com
Thanks for reading and once again, sorry for the wait! Sumimasen gosaimasu!
ittyK
If you have any suggestions at all you can comment or you can email me at BloodRedFanFiction@gmail.com
Thanks for reading and once again, sorry for the wait! Sumimasen gosaimasu!
ittyK
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Bleach Fanfic-Chapter one part five
I stayed motionless, my mind working furiously. He came to recruit me. I’ve only been out of the academy for a few days. I was accepted into third division before I even graduated. Liz and Micah, too. I am a skilled fighter, yes, but not that good! I’m no good with Kido. Why does everybody want to go after me? It doesn’t make any sense.
“Donnelly-san?” Kira’s voice startled me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”
I smiled at him the best I could and hopped off the desk. “I’m fine!”
“What did you say?” He asked, tentatively.
“I said no, of course.”
He seemed slightly relieved. “Oh, good.”
I looked at him, curiously. “Why is it so good? I’m only good at zanjutsu and mediocre at hakudo.”
He looked at me and I could tell he was trying to find the right words. “You see, you graduated from the academy after only three years and you were one of the top zanjutsu fighters there. You have a lot of potential, so we wish to be the ones to help you reach your fullest. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were also those who were going after you sister, who scored high marks in stealth, kido and hakudo, and your cousin who was high scoring in almost all the areas and is very perceptive and smart.”
I nodded, still thinking. I had been one of the top fighters at the academy? But I had only sparred with a few people, the teacher included. I guessed that would be who marked me as such. I smiled remembering the fight we’d had.
I’d come to him after class and asked him to teach me more about sword fighting. We had met in the class and he requested that we just fight to see where I was at. After about five minutes, I landed a hit on him. After half an hour, I had small cuts from head to toe, but he had two deep gashes where I had accidently hit him too hard. He had won, of course, but he told me I was far above average and from then on I received special training. But above average would mean that I was only better than about 50% of the other students. That didn’t mean I was amazing or anything.
I excused myself, still lost in my thoughts. I wandered down the street to my room. Since I had barely graduated, my room was empty and lonely looking. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I took out the jug of sake I bought and drank a few cups. My mind had long since wandered from the words Hisagi had said to how he looked when he said them and, well, how he looked in general.
I’d be the first to admit that I was incredibly shallow when it came to guys. Although I would magnify even the slightest flaw, I would also magnify every good thing. Perhaps that was one of my so called ‘fatal flaws’ but truthfully, I didn’t much care. I figured that any guy who met my expectations would be pretty damn perfect. It may be conceited, but I wasn’t going to settle for any less than 90% perfect. Even with my high standards, Hisagi-san was 99% perfect aesthetically. His well-toned body, his spiky black hair, even his tattoos. He was beautiful to me. Of course, he was a fukutaichou and I was an eighth seat, but was that really important? Yes. But even if we were on even ground, I knew barely anything of his personality. Maybe I was shallow, but not that shallow.
“Donnelly-san?” Kira’s voice startled me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”
I smiled at him the best I could and hopped off the desk. “I’m fine!”
“What did you say?” He asked, tentatively.
“I said no, of course.”
He seemed slightly relieved. “Oh, good.”
I looked at him, curiously. “Why is it so good? I’m only good at zanjutsu and mediocre at hakudo.”
He looked at me and I could tell he was trying to find the right words. “You see, you graduated from the academy after only three years and you were one of the top zanjutsu fighters there. You have a lot of potential, so we wish to be the ones to help you reach your fullest. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were also those who were going after you sister, who scored high marks in stealth, kido and hakudo, and your cousin who was high scoring in almost all the areas and is very perceptive and smart.”
I nodded, still thinking. I had been one of the top fighters at the academy? But I had only sparred with a few people, the teacher included. I guessed that would be who marked me as such. I smiled remembering the fight we’d had.
I’d come to him after class and asked him to teach me more about sword fighting. We had met in the class and he requested that we just fight to see where I was at. After about five minutes, I landed a hit on him. After half an hour, I had small cuts from head to toe, but he had two deep gashes where I had accidently hit him too hard. He had won, of course, but he told me I was far above average and from then on I received special training. But above average would mean that I was only better than about 50% of the other students. That didn’t mean I was amazing or anything.
I excused myself, still lost in my thoughts. I wandered down the street to my room. Since I had barely graduated, my room was empty and lonely looking. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I took out the jug of sake I bought and drank a few cups. My mind had long since wandered from the words Hisagi had said to how he looked when he said them and, well, how he looked in general.
I’d be the first to admit that I was incredibly shallow when it came to guys. Although I would magnify even the slightest flaw, I would also magnify every good thing. Perhaps that was one of my so called ‘fatal flaws’ but truthfully, I didn’t much care. I figured that any guy who met my expectations would be pretty damn perfect. It may be conceited, but I wasn’t going to settle for any less than 90% perfect. Even with my high standards, Hisagi-san was 99% perfect aesthetically. His well-toned body, his spiky black hair, even his tattoos. He was beautiful to me. Of course, he was a fukutaichou and I was an eighth seat, but was that really important? Yes. But even if we were on even ground, I knew barely anything of his personality. Maybe I was shallow, but not that shallow.
Bleach Fanfic-Chapter one part four
“Oh, yes!” Micah sounded innocent, but I could’ve sworn she winked at me. “We were out late because we had graduated that day and we were celebrating. When we came back, there was nobody around and we were slightly confused, but we just headed back to our rooms. Or, we were when we ran into Tasuku-kun, here.” The way she used such an informal title for him made him flinch. “He told us there had been a murder and we needed to go back. My cousin, here,” She patted my shoulder, which was about as high as her eyes, “is slightly quick tempered. She was getting pissed off at Tasuku-kun,” (flinch), “and decided it would be a wonderful idea to make us even more suspicious by pointing her sword at him and saying…. What did you say?”
I laughed. “Something along the lines of ‘I don’t like you, I should kill you’?”
Micah rolled her eyes a bit, but smiles. “And then I calmed her down, but Tasuku let his guard down so I let her teach him a lesson. Without harming him, of course.”
Tasuku glared at the floor. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he was holding back. Iba must have sensed this, too because he asked Tasuku for his opinion.
“Well, I was pretty sure that if they were murderers, this, uh, Haase-san wouldn’t have stopped Donnelly-san from killing me. However, the fact that Donnelly-san pointed her sword at me makes her seem suspicious. And maybe Haase-san didn’t want more blood on her hands. But it doesn’t seem like that’s very likely.”
Micah and Liz exchanged glances and I raised my eyebrow. “Very well. We may call you back and your names aren’t entirely cleared, but you are off the hook for now.” Iba said, clearly dismissing us.
We all left, and I headed back to the third division barracks. Liz turned the other way to get to ninth division, and Micah walked with me until she reached her division.
“See you!” I called, as Micah turned down the road to the fifth division. She waved back at me.
I walked to the third division to Ichimaru-taichou’s office. I raised my hand to knock on the office door when I heard raised voices.
“Izuru, what are you saying?” Came a deep male voice I was sure I had heard somewhere before.
“Don’t you dare say things like that to Ichimaru-taichou!” Kira shouted back.
“Now now, Izuru.” Came the voice of Ichimaru-taichou. “Calm down. Hisagi-san was only tryin’ ta be helpful.”
“Please, Ichimaru-taichou,” Said the first person, who I guessed was Hisagi Shuuhei, fukutaichou of division nine. “Let me talk to her.”
“I’ll let ya. Don’t worry.” Ichimaru-taichou replied. “In fact, she’s already here.”
I blinked and dropped to my knees in a bow as the door was opened. Kira, Hisagi and Ichimaru all looked at me. “I’m sorry, Ichimaru-taichou!” I said, “I heard you speaking loudly and I-“
“It’s alright.” Ichimaru said, smiling at me. I could feel a blush spread across my face and I kept my head down.
“Donnelly Cate, eighth seat of division three,” Hisagi said, “may I please speak with you privately?”
“M-me?” I looked up, surprised. “Sure…. I mean, yes sir!”
Ichimaru chuckled as Hisagi turned to Kira. “May we use your office?” He asked.
Kira gave consent, so I followed Hisagi into the small office. I sat on the desk and looked him in the eyes. “What do you need to speak with me about, Hisagi-san?”
“No need to be formal. I come here as a friend.” He smiled slightly and I immediately grew suspicious. I had never spoken directly to him before. How could he be here as a friend?
He continued, most likely aware of my suspicions. “Please listen to me in entirety before giving me your answer. I am here to recruit you to the ninth division.”
I was momentarily in shock, but then I found words again. “Why me?”
“As you know, ninth division is in charge of the news that goes around seretei but it is also a major part of the defense unit. I have heard from your sister that you are an exceptional fighter. If you are as good as she says, you can rise through the ranks quickly and have more of a challenge than you would in third division.”
“No.” I said, catching him off guard. “If you have been speaking about me with my sister then you should also know how devoted to Ichimaru-taichou I am. I will serve him as long as I am alive.”
There was a moment of silence and he nodded. “I see. I just thought I should give you the opportunity.” And he turned and left.
I laughed. “Something along the lines of ‘I don’t like you, I should kill you’?”
Micah rolled her eyes a bit, but smiles. “And then I calmed her down, but Tasuku let his guard down so I let her teach him a lesson. Without harming him, of course.”
Tasuku glared at the floor. I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he was holding back. Iba must have sensed this, too because he asked Tasuku for his opinion.
“Well, I was pretty sure that if they were murderers, this, uh, Haase-san wouldn’t have stopped Donnelly-san from killing me. However, the fact that Donnelly-san pointed her sword at me makes her seem suspicious. And maybe Haase-san didn’t want more blood on her hands. But it doesn’t seem like that’s very likely.”
Micah and Liz exchanged glances and I raised my eyebrow. “Very well. We may call you back and your names aren’t entirely cleared, but you are off the hook for now.” Iba said, clearly dismissing us.
We all left, and I headed back to the third division barracks. Liz turned the other way to get to ninth division, and Micah walked with me until she reached her division.
“See you!” I called, as Micah turned down the road to the fifth division. She waved back at me.
I walked to the third division to Ichimaru-taichou’s office. I raised my hand to knock on the office door when I heard raised voices.
“Izuru, what are you saying?” Came a deep male voice I was sure I had heard somewhere before.
“Don’t you dare say things like that to Ichimaru-taichou!” Kira shouted back.
“Now now, Izuru.” Came the voice of Ichimaru-taichou. “Calm down. Hisagi-san was only tryin’ ta be helpful.”
“Please, Ichimaru-taichou,” Said the first person, who I guessed was Hisagi Shuuhei, fukutaichou of division nine. “Let me talk to her.”
“I’ll let ya. Don’t worry.” Ichimaru-taichou replied. “In fact, she’s already here.”
I blinked and dropped to my knees in a bow as the door was opened. Kira, Hisagi and Ichimaru all looked at me. “I’m sorry, Ichimaru-taichou!” I said, “I heard you speaking loudly and I-“
“It’s alright.” Ichimaru said, smiling at me. I could feel a blush spread across my face and I kept my head down.
“Donnelly Cate, eighth seat of division three,” Hisagi said, “may I please speak with you privately?”
“M-me?” I looked up, surprised. “Sure…. I mean, yes sir!”
Ichimaru chuckled as Hisagi turned to Kira. “May we use your office?” He asked.
Kira gave consent, so I followed Hisagi into the small office. I sat on the desk and looked him in the eyes. “What do you need to speak with me about, Hisagi-san?”
“No need to be formal. I come here as a friend.” He smiled slightly and I immediately grew suspicious. I had never spoken directly to him before. How could he be here as a friend?
He continued, most likely aware of my suspicions. “Please listen to me in entirety before giving me your answer. I am here to recruit you to the ninth division.”
I was momentarily in shock, but then I found words again. “Why me?”
“As you know, ninth division is in charge of the news that goes around seretei but it is also a major part of the defense unit. I have heard from your sister that you are an exceptional fighter. If you are as good as she says, you can rise through the ranks quickly and have more of a challenge than you would in third division.”
“No.” I said, catching him off guard. “If you have been speaking about me with my sister then you should also know how devoted to Ichimaru-taichou I am. I will serve him as long as I am alive.”
There was a moment of silence and he nodded. “I see. I just thought I should give you the opportunity.” And he turned and left.
Bleach Fanfic-Chapter one part three
He saw me and froze, mid step, then unsheathed his sword. We made eye contact and I grinned. Another shinigami noticed and unsheathed her zanpakuto.
“What is it, Tasuku-san?” she asked, glancing at me.
“Someone I met on patrol duty a few nights ago.” He replied.
Her eyes narrowed. “The murderer?”
I laughed. Tasuku narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think so. If she were the killer I’d already be dead.”
Tasuku and the female shinigami approached me warily, one hand on their zanpakuto. I stood still, swinging my sword and watching them with what I was sure was a look of patronizing amusement on my face.
“What do you want?” Tasuku asked me once he was close enough.
I tilted my head. “Just passing by. That isn’t a crime, is it?”
“Well, I need to talk to you. That night I wasn’t… Ah…” He hesitated, searching for the right word.
“Thinking?”
“The point is, I will need you and your friends to come in for questioning. Will you please give me the names of the other two who were with you?”
“Micah Haase, division 5 9th seat. Elizabeth Donnelly, division 9 10th seat.” He seemed slightly taken aback by my straightforwardness. “Who do I talk to?”
He hesitated for a moment and then told the female shinigami to take me to Iba-san, the fukutaichou of division seven. He went to get Liz and Micah.
She led me down the road to Iba’s office, a large and professional looking building. Her hand slammed the knocker down several times.
“Come in!” called a strong sounding male voice from inside.
The female shinigami opened the doors and entered with me following close behind. She knelt down. “Twelfth seat, Norika Makoto reporting in. Two nights ago, unranked officer Teru Tasuku encountered this shinigami and two of her friends while on his patrol duty.”
“Thank you, Makoto-san.” Iba examined me for a moment. “What’s your name?”
“Catherine Donnelly, 8th of division 3.”
“And what were you doing out so late?”
“I graduated from the academy that day with my sister and our cousin, sir, so I was out in the Rukongai celebrating.”
“And the shinigami with you are your sister and your cousin?”
“Yes.”
“What are their names?”
“Micah Haase, 9th seat of division 5, and Elizabeth Donnelly, 10th seat of division 9.”
“So you three are the prodigious shinigami who graduated in three years and received ranks in divisions before graduation?”
I smirked. “Yes, sir.”
He turned to Makoto. “Is someone going to get her family?”
“Yes, sir.” She replied. “Teru Tasuku.”
“Alright.” He returned his gaze to me. At least, I thought he did; it was hard to see his eyes through the sun glasses. “Will you describe the encounter with Tasuku-san?”
I let a laugh escape and Iba-san looked at me, confused. “Well, I’ll tell ya, but you should know that it’s gonna make me look suspicious. I didn’t do it ‘cuz I’m a killer, I did it ‘cuz he was pissin’ me off. You know, it might be better if Micah of Liz explained it.”
Iba started to say something, but another knock on the door drowned out his words. Makoto opened the door to reveal Tasuku with Micah and Liz. He stepped forward, bowed and presented himself. Micah followed suit, but Liz stood back, looking wary and taking in every detail.
“Great timing.” Iba said to Tasuku. “Catherine was just telling me it would be better if one of these two told the story.”
Micah ignored the implications and spoke to me, instead. “I see you’re feeling better.”
“Much!” I smiled, “I can’t believe that hollow was able to cut me. It was very low level.”
“The smaller the hollows, the faster.” Micah commented. “Although, no hollow should be small enough to be that fast. I mean, it was able to get past you and you’re pretty fast.”
I was about to reply, but Iba cleared his throat loudly. Micah looked at him, expectantly. “Will you please tell me about the night you encountered Tasuku-san here?”
“What is it, Tasuku-san?” she asked, glancing at me.
“Someone I met on patrol duty a few nights ago.” He replied.
Her eyes narrowed. “The murderer?”
I laughed. Tasuku narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think so. If she were the killer I’d already be dead.”
Tasuku and the female shinigami approached me warily, one hand on their zanpakuto. I stood still, swinging my sword and watching them with what I was sure was a look of patronizing amusement on my face.
“What do you want?” Tasuku asked me once he was close enough.
I tilted my head. “Just passing by. That isn’t a crime, is it?”
“Well, I need to talk to you. That night I wasn’t… Ah…” He hesitated, searching for the right word.
“Thinking?”
“The point is, I will need you and your friends to come in for questioning. Will you please give me the names of the other two who were with you?”
“Micah Haase, division 5 9th seat. Elizabeth Donnelly, division 9 10th seat.” He seemed slightly taken aback by my straightforwardness. “Who do I talk to?”
He hesitated for a moment and then told the female shinigami to take me to Iba-san, the fukutaichou of division seven. He went to get Liz and Micah.
She led me down the road to Iba’s office, a large and professional looking building. Her hand slammed the knocker down several times.
“Come in!” called a strong sounding male voice from inside.
The female shinigami opened the doors and entered with me following close behind. She knelt down. “Twelfth seat, Norika Makoto reporting in. Two nights ago, unranked officer Teru Tasuku encountered this shinigami and two of her friends while on his patrol duty.”
“Thank you, Makoto-san.” Iba examined me for a moment. “What’s your name?”
“Catherine Donnelly, 8th of division 3.”
“And what were you doing out so late?”
“I graduated from the academy that day with my sister and our cousin, sir, so I was out in the Rukongai celebrating.”
“And the shinigami with you are your sister and your cousin?”
“Yes.”
“What are their names?”
“Micah Haase, 9th seat of division 5, and Elizabeth Donnelly, 10th seat of division 9.”
“So you three are the prodigious shinigami who graduated in three years and received ranks in divisions before graduation?”
I smirked. “Yes, sir.”
He turned to Makoto. “Is someone going to get her family?”
“Yes, sir.” She replied. “Teru Tasuku.”
“Alright.” He returned his gaze to me. At least, I thought he did; it was hard to see his eyes through the sun glasses. “Will you describe the encounter with Tasuku-san?”
I let a laugh escape and Iba-san looked at me, confused. “Well, I’ll tell ya, but you should know that it’s gonna make me look suspicious. I didn’t do it ‘cuz I’m a killer, I did it ‘cuz he was pissin’ me off. You know, it might be better if Micah of Liz explained it.”
Iba started to say something, but another knock on the door drowned out his words. Makoto opened the door to reveal Tasuku with Micah and Liz. He stepped forward, bowed and presented himself. Micah followed suit, but Liz stood back, looking wary and taking in every detail.
“Great timing.” Iba said to Tasuku. “Catherine was just telling me it would be better if one of these two told the story.”
Micah ignored the implications and spoke to me, instead. “I see you’re feeling better.”
“Much!” I smiled, “I can’t believe that hollow was able to cut me. It was very low level.”
“The smaller the hollows, the faster.” Micah commented. “Although, no hollow should be small enough to be that fast. I mean, it was able to get past you and you’re pretty fast.”
I was about to reply, but Iba cleared his throat loudly. Micah looked at him, expectantly. “Will you please tell me about the night you encountered Tasuku-san here?”
Bleach Fanfic-Chapter one part two
When my eyes fluttered open, I could see healers working over me furiously.
“Get more bandages!” One cried. “And you, heat up the water!” He looked down at me and realized I had awoken. He called for some sleeping pills, and I was forced to take them before I could even ask what was happening.
I awoke again. At first, everything was fuzzy but my eyes slowly adjusted. I was in one of the rooms for patients in the division four healing center. This time I didn’t have healers working over me. I sat up, wincing a bit as I tested my shoulder. The room was empty except for me.
I used my left arm to pull myself into a standing position. I immediately felt dizzy when I finally pulled myself up, so I gripped onto the wall for support. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
I opened my eyes again and the world stopped spinning. I took my hand off the wall, tentatively and walked a few steps.
The door behind me opened suddenly and I spun around to see who it was. It was just a fourth division member coming in with more bandages.
“Oh!” She exclaimed when she saw me. “You’re awake!”
“Yeah….” I muttered.
She led me gently over to the bed, where I sat while she dressed my wounds, talking while she did so. “The poison that hollow had was quite troublesome. It kept dissolving our bandages and we had troubles drawing it out.”
“You mean… Drawing it out with a needle?” I looked at her, wide-eyed.
“Well, yeah.”
A shudder ran through my body. Needles were the one thing that I was afraid of. I would laugh in the face of death, but when presented with a needle I would run for it. Stab me with as many swords as you like and I’d be fine, but stab me with a needle and I’d probably cry. I’d had a bad childhood memory with needles.
The healer noticed and said, “Oh, its okay. It was only about this long.” She held her fingers an inch and a half apart. I looked down and shuddered again.
“I don’t like needles.” I whisper.
“Okay, okay. Just stay still and I’ll fix your bandages. Luckily, you don’t need any more needles for this.”
I did as she told me, and she was able to dress the wounds quickly. She helped me stand and regain my balance then left. I wandered around my room for a bit, but quickly got bored. I leaned against the wall.
Maybe I should check out. I thought. I hate not being able to go places.
I thought about it for a second more and then slid open the door. I wandered through the halls until I found a nurse. She checked up on me and when she decided I was well enough to leave she checked me out.
I wandered through Seretei towards the third division barracks. I’d have to report back in and tell
Ichimaru-sama that I was able to work again. As I passed the road to the seventh division, I noticed the shinigami man from two nights ago. I smiled and took out my zanpakuto and swung it casually.
“Get more bandages!” One cried. “And you, heat up the water!” He looked down at me and realized I had awoken. He called for some sleeping pills, and I was forced to take them before I could even ask what was happening.
I awoke again. At first, everything was fuzzy but my eyes slowly adjusted. I was in one of the rooms for patients in the division four healing center. This time I didn’t have healers working over me. I sat up, wincing a bit as I tested my shoulder. The room was empty except for me.
I used my left arm to pull myself into a standing position. I immediately felt dizzy when I finally pulled myself up, so I gripped onto the wall for support. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
I opened my eyes again and the world stopped spinning. I took my hand off the wall, tentatively and walked a few steps.
The door behind me opened suddenly and I spun around to see who it was. It was just a fourth division member coming in with more bandages.
“Oh!” She exclaimed when she saw me. “You’re awake!”
“Yeah….” I muttered.
She led me gently over to the bed, where I sat while she dressed my wounds, talking while she did so. “The poison that hollow had was quite troublesome. It kept dissolving our bandages and we had troubles drawing it out.”
“You mean… Drawing it out with a needle?” I looked at her, wide-eyed.
“Well, yeah.”
A shudder ran through my body. Needles were the one thing that I was afraid of. I would laugh in the face of death, but when presented with a needle I would run for it. Stab me with as many swords as you like and I’d be fine, but stab me with a needle and I’d probably cry. I’d had a bad childhood memory with needles.
The healer noticed and said, “Oh, its okay. It was only about this long.” She held her fingers an inch and a half apart. I looked down and shuddered again.
“I don’t like needles.” I whisper.
“Okay, okay. Just stay still and I’ll fix your bandages. Luckily, you don’t need any more needles for this.”
I did as she told me, and she was able to dress the wounds quickly. She helped me stand and regain my balance then left. I wandered around my room for a bit, but quickly got bored. I leaned against the wall.
Maybe I should check out. I thought. I hate not being able to go places.
I thought about it for a second more and then slid open the door. I wandered through the halls until I found a nurse. She checked up on me and when she decided I was well enough to leave she checked me out.
I wandered through Seretei towards the third division barracks. I’d have to report back in and tell
Ichimaru-sama that I was able to work again. As I passed the road to the seventh division, I noticed the shinigami man from two nights ago. I smiled and took out my zanpakuto and swung it casually.
Bleach Fanfic-Chapter one part one
The light seeped through my closed lids and I rolled over. Sunrise meant I had to get up, which was the last thing I wanted to do at that moment. A sudden realization came over me, and I sat up.
I had to get up because I had to report in today.
I swore and scrambled into my robes, grabbed an apple on the way out and pulled my sandals on quickly before walking quickly down the road to Ichimaru-taichou’s office.
My fist connected with the heavy wooden doors a few times before I heard Ichimaru-taichou telling me to enter. I did so and as I did I bowed.
“Hello, Ichimaru-taichou. I’m so sorry for being late.” I said, smiling.
“It’s quite alright, Cate-san.” He replied, using my first name.
I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to keep from blushing. “I look forward to serving you.” I said, trying to distract myself.
“I look forward ta havin’ ya un’er me. Now, I was jus’ tellin’ Izuru an’ tha rest that today y’all are gonna be huntin’ hollows ‘round the Rukongai Districts. Yer gonna be in a team with Izuru.”
I bowed again. “Yes, taichou.”
We broke into our groups, which were all very small. I was with Kira and a three other shinigami. One was a large man with a squished looking face named Inose. The second was a short female shinigami who looked quick and agile named Rima. The third was a male that looked, in every sense of the word, average named Okeriyashi. We headed to the Southern Rukongai districts.
During the trip, we stayed in the woods around the district, killing any hollows we came across. Around noon, we ate at a small restaurant at the very outskirts of the district, and then we headed back into the woods.
After downing a snake-like hollow, I leaned against a tree. That one had been smaller than normal, and much faster. It had even given me a small cut on my shoulder before I had given it a sword in the skull. I steadied my breath and wiped the blood from my shoulder.
I hesitated for a moment, then took my zanpakuto to my sleeve and cut it off. I had to strain my neck, but I could see the cut was much deeper than I had initially thought. I tried to lift my arm, but I couldn’t. The hollow had, most likely, cut my shoulder muscle. I cursed and swung my sword in my left hand. It felt off, but it was better than not being able to fight at all.
Kira came into the small clearing I had made while chasing the hollow. He took one look at my arm and he said, “I’ve seen worse, but I won’t be able to treat it. It’s been too long. We’ll have to get you back to the fourth division healing center.”
“I’m fine!” I protested. When he insisted I said, “Fine, but you all should stay here and continue the job. I’ll be fine on my own if you just bandage it up real quickly.”
He did so, and I wandered off towards seretei. My head started spinning as I reached the entrance, and I leaned against the wall. “Shit….” I whispered.
I stayed there, leaning against the wall for support, for a few minutes. Eventually I decided that it wasn’t going to get any better and it would be better to move on quickly. I opened my eyes, and the world seemed to spin faster than usual, forming strange swirly patterns. I tried to focus and stay upright, but I fell to my knees. My left hand found my shoulder. The bandages had dissolved.
“Poison….”
Then I blacked out.
I had to get up because I had to report in today.
I swore and scrambled into my robes, grabbed an apple on the way out and pulled my sandals on quickly before walking quickly down the road to Ichimaru-taichou’s office.
My fist connected with the heavy wooden doors a few times before I heard Ichimaru-taichou telling me to enter. I did so and as I did I bowed.
“Hello, Ichimaru-taichou. I’m so sorry for being late.” I said, smiling.
“It’s quite alright, Cate-san.” He replied, using my first name.
I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to keep from blushing. “I look forward to serving you.” I said, trying to distract myself.
“I look forward ta havin’ ya un’er me. Now, I was jus’ tellin’ Izuru an’ tha rest that today y’all are gonna be huntin’ hollows ‘round the Rukongai Districts. Yer gonna be in a team with Izuru.”
I bowed again. “Yes, taichou.”
We broke into our groups, which were all very small. I was with Kira and a three other shinigami. One was a large man with a squished looking face named Inose. The second was a short female shinigami who looked quick and agile named Rima. The third was a male that looked, in every sense of the word, average named Okeriyashi. We headed to the Southern Rukongai districts.
During the trip, we stayed in the woods around the district, killing any hollows we came across. Around noon, we ate at a small restaurant at the very outskirts of the district, and then we headed back into the woods.
After downing a snake-like hollow, I leaned against a tree. That one had been smaller than normal, and much faster. It had even given me a small cut on my shoulder before I had given it a sword in the skull. I steadied my breath and wiped the blood from my shoulder.
I hesitated for a moment, then took my zanpakuto to my sleeve and cut it off. I had to strain my neck, but I could see the cut was much deeper than I had initially thought. I tried to lift my arm, but I couldn’t. The hollow had, most likely, cut my shoulder muscle. I cursed and swung my sword in my left hand. It felt off, but it was better than not being able to fight at all.
Kira came into the small clearing I had made while chasing the hollow. He took one look at my arm and he said, “I’ve seen worse, but I won’t be able to treat it. It’s been too long. We’ll have to get you back to the fourth division healing center.”
“I’m fine!” I protested. When he insisted I said, “Fine, but you all should stay here and continue the job. I’ll be fine on my own if you just bandage it up real quickly.”
He did so, and I wandered off towards seretei. My head started spinning as I reached the entrance, and I leaned against the wall. “Shit….” I whispered.
I stayed there, leaning against the wall for support, for a few minutes. Eventually I decided that it wasn’t going to get any better and it would be better to move on quickly. I opened my eyes, and the world seemed to spin faster than usual, forming strange swirly patterns. I tried to focus and stay upright, but I fell to my knees. My left hand found my shoulder. The bandages had dissolved.
“Poison….”
Then I blacked out.
Monday, March 21, 2011
RenjiXIchigo Yaoi
I turned in my bed, thinking. My room in Urahara’s shop was cold and I curled up to get warm. My mind raced in circles and I closed my eyes. “Stop…” I whispered to myself. “Stop thinking. Get to sleep.”
But I couldn’t.
I sat upright and grabbed my soul candy. I popped it into my mouth and headed out into the streets of Karakura town. The cool breeze tossed my long red hair back, which I hadn’t bothered to put up.
If I was lucky, I could find a stray hollow and distract myself temporarily. These ridiculous cravings wouldn’t stop if I kept going on how I was.
I turned down the street and froze. “Damn!” I cursed. I had subconsciously walked here, of all places! I turned and started to walk back, but then I stopped. Maybe he would be awake. Maybe I could just see him.
I jumped up onto his windowsill and looked in at him. He was asleep, sprawled across the top of the bed. His shirt was off and his covers had been thrown to the ground.
No! I told myself, firmly. Walk away. Leave it.
Just then his eyes opened. He sat up, staring at me. He opened the window, looking confused. “Renji? What are you doing here?”
I jumped into his room and folded my arms. My mind raced to come up with an excuse. “I’m hungry. Urahara has been practically starving me and I figured you’d have food.” There. That works.
Ichigo sighed and got out of bed. “Wait here.” He told me, and then left.
I sat on his bed and did as I was told. Before long, he came back with a sandwich made up for me. I ate it, hungrily, as he sat next to me on the bed.
“Thanks.” I muttered, wiping my face.
“Do you need anything else?” Ichigo asked. I looked at him and saw a peculiar look on his face. What was with this guy?
“Um, no. I’m fine.” I grinned at him. “Although I may stay here for a while. Everywhere else is boring.”
He nodded and looked down. I frowned. Why was he acting so strange? He looked up at me and grinned back. “I never said you could stay here.”
WHAT?! “I can stay if I want!” I said, glaring.
“Whatever. It won’t be much fun anymore. I’m going to sleep.” He lay down on the bed and closing his eyes.
“Hey, hey!” I said, loudly. “What’s that for? I just got here!”
He sat straight up, his face inches from mine. “Shut up! I’m trying to sleep! If you don’t like it go somewhere else!’
I couldn’t breathe. Why was he so close to me? What was he playing at? “Don’t tell me to shut up!” I said, moving half an inch closer. “I’m the guest here!”
“More like freeloader!” He replied, closing most of the distance between our faces. “And if you won’t shut up, I’ll make you!”
He grabbed my head and pulled his lips to mine. My eyes widened and my heart stopped beating. Then I realized why he’d been acting so strange. What the weird looks had meant.
I kissed him harder, and pushed him back on to the bed. Our lips moved in time, running down each other’s necks and cheeks, up to the ears. Everywhere.
Our breathing was ragged when we finally pulled away.
“Ichigo….” I whispered.
He smirked at me and lay his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled to myself. This was really happening. I finally had him in my arms.
But I couldn’t.
I sat upright and grabbed my soul candy. I popped it into my mouth and headed out into the streets of Karakura town. The cool breeze tossed my long red hair back, which I hadn’t bothered to put up.
If I was lucky, I could find a stray hollow and distract myself temporarily. These ridiculous cravings wouldn’t stop if I kept going on how I was.
I turned down the street and froze. “Damn!” I cursed. I had subconsciously walked here, of all places! I turned and started to walk back, but then I stopped. Maybe he would be awake. Maybe I could just see him.
I jumped up onto his windowsill and looked in at him. He was asleep, sprawled across the top of the bed. His shirt was off and his covers had been thrown to the ground.
No! I told myself, firmly. Walk away. Leave it.
Just then his eyes opened. He sat up, staring at me. He opened the window, looking confused. “Renji? What are you doing here?”
I jumped into his room and folded my arms. My mind raced to come up with an excuse. “I’m hungry. Urahara has been practically starving me and I figured you’d have food.” There. That works.
Ichigo sighed and got out of bed. “Wait here.” He told me, and then left.
I sat on his bed and did as I was told. Before long, he came back with a sandwich made up for me. I ate it, hungrily, as he sat next to me on the bed.
“Thanks.” I muttered, wiping my face.
“Do you need anything else?” Ichigo asked. I looked at him and saw a peculiar look on his face. What was with this guy?
“Um, no. I’m fine.” I grinned at him. “Although I may stay here for a while. Everywhere else is boring.”
He nodded and looked down. I frowned. Why was he acting so strange? He looked up at me and grinned back. “I never said you could stay here.”
WHAT?! “I can stay if I want!” I said, glaring.
“Whatever. It won’t be much fun anymore. I’m going to sleep.” He lay down on the bed and closing his eyes.
“Hey, hey!” I said, loudly. “What’s that for? I just got here!”
He sat straight up, his face inches from mine. “Shut up! I’m trying to sleep! If you don’t like it go somewhere else!’
I couldn’t breathe. Why was he so close to me? What was he playing at? “Don’t tell me to shut up!” I said, moving half an inch closer. “I’m the guest here!”
“More like freeloader!” He replied, closing most of the distance between our faces. “And if you won’t shut up, I’ll make you!”
He grabbed my head and pulled his lips to mine. My eyes widened and my heart stopped beating. Then I realized why he’d been acting so strange. What the weird looks had meant.
I kissed him harder, and pushed him back on to the bed. Our lips moved in time, running down each other’s necks and cheeks, up to the ears. Everywhere.
Our breathing was ragged when we finally pulled away.
“Ichigo….” I whispered.
He smirked at me and lay his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled to myself. This was really happening. I finally had him in my arms.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Bleach FanFic-prologue
My eyes closed. I let the rain seep into my skin.
Rain….
Just like that night. The night I would always remember so clearly….
I opened my eyes to see the smoldering wreck of the plane. I had survived? I tried to stand but my body wouldn’t obey me.
But, wait….
I wasn’t in my body. My body would have been damaged severely in the crash. I wasn’t even scratched. How?
My mind spun and I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of it all. I was dead. There was no way I could have survived the crash. But how was I alive enough to think all this? Maybe I was a ghost. I’d never believed such things before but now I had no other option to believe it now.
Then I heard someone approaching. A whole crowd of people. I opened my eyes just enough to see a bunch of people staring in wide-eyed horror at the crash. Some women were crying. One child saw a body and screamed. Others had out their cell phones, no doubt calling an ambulance or something.
I forced my body to stand up and looked around. Nobody looked at me and nobody seemed to be shocked that someone had survived the crash.
Right, I reminded myself, that’s because I didn’t.
That was when it started to rain. The clouds that had been threatening to burst since that morning shattered in the sky. I reached my hand out but the droplets of water seemed to go right through me.
I am a ghost. I am not here. I told myself, firmly.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped. Someone could see me! Someone could touch me! I spun around and saw Micah, my cousin.
“You’re alive!” I said, happily. I caught her in a big hug.
“I don’t think so.” She said, hugging me back. “My body’s over there. And yours is there.” She pointed at our bodies. As far as I could tell she was right. They were both bloody messes.
“Where’s Lizzy?” I asked, gripped by a sudden fear.
“I don’t know. Let’s look.” Micah took my shaking hand and pulled me forward. We walked around the crash until we found my sister. She was unconscious.
We woke her up by gently shaking her and she looked at us, confused. “Are we in heaven?” She whispered.
“No. Heaven wouldn’t be such a gruesome place.” Micah replied.
Lizzy sat up and looked around before asking “How the hell did we survive?”
“We didn’t.” I said. “I think we’re ghosts.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.” Lizzy said, standing up shakily. We helped her.
“Then how else do explain this?” I replied. “Our bodies are all messed up and disgusting, but we’re standing here without a scratch.”
She didn’t answer me. She walked over to a man talking on his cell phone in rapid Japanese. She seemed to be trying to say something to him but he ignored her. She turned back to us.
“Okay,” She said, “Maybe something’s up.”
I figured that then wouldn’t have been the appropriate time to say ‘I told you so.’
That’s when I saw him. Or rather, Micah saw him and pointed him out to us. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a small brown goatee. He wore black robes and he carried a long sword, which was drawn. He was making the other victims disappear.
I looked around and realized for the first time that there was two of everybody who had died. One was all bloody and disfigured, the other was in perfect health. He was making the latter disappear. He would press the hilt of their sword to their foreheads and they would shimmer then…. Vanish.
We watched in wonder.
He saw us and walked over to where we were standing.
“You all are awake?” He said to us.
Lizzy and I were speechless. He could see us? But Micah responded. “Obviously. Who are you?”
“I am a shinigami; Anari Hinagoi, seventh seat in division 7. I’m here to protect Karakura town and to send souls on. You guys are souls, so I’m going to send you on.” He answered, shortly.
“Souls…” Lizzy said. She turned to me. “I told you we aren’t ghosts.”
“Wait,” Micah put up a hand, “Where are you going to send us?”
“To soul society.” He said. “Come on. You can get all the answers to everything there; I have a job to do and not much time to waste. All these souls are bound to attract hollows.”
“Hollows?” I asked.
“Get answers there.” He replied, impatiently. “I’m sending you on now. Good bye!”
He touched the hilt of his sword to my forehead. After a few seconds pause he did it again. His brow furrowed and he hit me again much harder. I stumbled backwards then brought my hand forward. My palm connected with his cheek and it was his turn to stumble back.
“WHAT THE HELL?” I shouted. “THAT FUCKING HURT!”
“WELL, IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” He bellowed back at me. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S GOT TOO MUCH REITSU FOR ME TO SEND YOU ON!”
“IF YOU KNEW THAT, THEN WHY DID YOU HIT ME SO HARD?!” I screamed.
“BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL AFTER I HIT YOU THAT HARD! BESIDES, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SLAP ME!”
“HELL YEAH I DID!” I raised my hand, threatening to do it again. “SOMEONE NEEDS TO TEACH YOU A GOD DAMN LESSON! YOU CAN’T GO AROUND TREATING PEOPLE LIKE SHIT!”
“CATE!” Micah caught my hand as I was about to bring it down again. “This coming from the girl who tries to pick a fight with everyone she meets?” She turned to Anari. “Sorry about her. She’s got a quick temper.”
He rubbed his cheek and ignored her apology as he examined Micah and Lizzy. He tilted his head back and sighed. “You three are so troublesome. You all have about the same amount of reitsu. I can’t send any of you on normally. I’ll call my captain and ask him what to do. You guys stay right here and keep out of trouble.”
I flipped him off as he left. Micah glared at me sharply. Lizzy looked at both of us and rolled her eyes. Everything seemed normal at that moment. It seemed as though we were just having a normal interaction on any normal day.
Except that day was not normal. That was the day we died. That was the day everything changed.
Three years later I stood looking out at seretei from the school yard. I was dressed in a black robe with a white sash trying it together. I turned my head and saw Micah and Lizzy walking towards me across the yard dressed the same.
“Congratulations!” I cried out, throwing my arms around Micah and Lizzy as soon as they were close enough. “We’re all officially shinigami now!”
“I know!” Micah hugged me back. “It’s crazy! After only three years in the academy, too!”
It was true. We had all excelled in all our classes and had been offered ranked positions in different divisions after three years so we graduated three years early. Lizzy was 10th seat in division 6, Micah was 9th seat in division 5 and I was 8th seat in division 3. The taichou of division 5 was Sosuke Aizen, Lizzy’s taichou was Kaname Tousen and mine….
I nearly fainted just thinking about it. Gin Ichimaru, whom I had admired ever since he and Aizen had visited the academy in our first year, was my new taichou. I didn’t know exactly what about him drew me in. He seemed observant and fairly quiet. He had let his taichou do most of the talking. Maybe it was his smile which was always there. Perhaps it was the air of mystery he held. Whatever it was, I looked up to him like a daughter would to a father.
“In celebration I’ll buy all of us sake!” I announced, stepping back and looking at them.
“I don’t drink, love.” Lizzy said.
“Me either.” Micah said.
“Well, you guys are no fun. What if I buy you candy?” I offered.
They brightened up like a child on his birthday. And that’s what they were; children. They didn’t drink, they ate candy.
We worked our way through the crowded streets of the Rukongai district to a little candy shop owned by a kind old woman. We each got a little bag of sweets and headed back in to Seretei, stopping quickly to buy me some sake. When we got back it was late and nobody was in sight.
“Where is everybody?” Lizzy asked, looking around. “Even though it’s late, there should be people out.”
“I don’t know.” Micah looked down a street and then back at us.
“Well, this is weird.” I said, leaning against a wall. I didn’t like being confused.
Lizzy pulled me forward, and we wandered towards the center of Seretei.
“Hey!” We all jumped and spun around. I drew my zanpakuto, Lizzy crouched like a snake waiting to spring and Micah glared at the shinigami approaching us as if she was evaluating him. Apparently she didn’t find anything threatening about him because she relaxed slightly.
“What are you all doing out? Don’t you know that a warning was issued tonight? You all are supposed to be in your rooms.” The shinigami had his zanpakuto drawn, too.
“Then what are you doing out here?” Micah asked him, stepping forward.
“I’m a guard, ain’t I? In case you don’t know, guards guard.” He narrowed his eyes. “now ge-”
“I don’t like you.” I said and he stopped short. “I think I should kill you.” I tilted my zanpakuto so the tip was pointing towards him and tilted my head.
“Cate!” Micah said, glaring at me. “If there was a warning issued that means something bad has happened. Saying things like that is only going to get you put under suspicion. And us too, since we’re with you.” She turned to the guard. “Sorry about her. She’s got a quick temper. Anyway,” She continued, “what was this warning issued about?”
The guard lowered his sword slightly and said, “There was a murder last night and we haven’t caught the culprit yet.”
“Murder?” Lizzy said, standing up. “Who was killed?”
“The guards of the record library were the victims. And there were some missing records. That’s all I know though, so don’t go asking me any more questions.” He sheathed his zanpakuto and turned away. “Just get yourselves back to your quarters.”
I glanced at Micah, and she nodded. I smiled and came up behind him. I placed my sword at his throat and pinned his arms to his side.
“If I were the murderer,” I whispered, “you would be dead. You never sheathe your zanpakuto around an enemy, nor do you turn your back on them. You don’t know that it wasn’t us; you’re just trusting your gut feeling. You’re so lucky it was right this time but your gut feeling might lead you astray and you’ll wind up dead. You don’t know who the enemy is, so don’t underestimate any suspects and suspect everyone.” I moved my sword away from his neck, and spun his around. “Guards guard, right?” He nodded quickly. “Then guard. Got it?” He nodded again.
Micah’s hand was on my shoulder. “Calm down. I bet you’ve taught him enough for tonight.”
We left him standing there rubbing his neck.
“Who are you?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“What are you?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“Where are you? I’ve been looking for you. Where did you go?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“Why won’t you speak to me?”
I asked and she made no reply.
“If we don’t talk now, we may never do so.”
I said to her and she made no reply.
“Don’t make me go.”
I told her.
“I’m scared of the world out there. I feel safe in here. I feel safe with you. I can hide.”
She told me to go.
So I did.
Rain….
Just like that night. The night I would always remember so clearly….
I opened my eyes to see the smoldering wreck of the plane. I had survived? I tried to stand but my body wouldn’t obey me.
But, wait….
I wasn’t in my body. My body would have been damaged severely in the crash. I wasn’t even scratched. How?
My mind spun and I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of it all. I was dead. There was no way I could have survived the crash. But how was I alive enough to think all this? Maybe I was a ghost. I’d never believed such things before but now I had no other option to believe it now.
Then I heard someone approaching. A whole crowd of people. I opened my eyes just enough to see a bunch of people staring in wide-eyed horror at the crash. Some women were crying. One child saw a body and screamed. Others had out their cell phones, no doubt calling an ambulance or something.
I forced my body to stand up and looked around. Nobody looked at me and nobody seemed to be shocked that someone had survived the crash.
Right, I reminded myself, that’s because I didn’t.
That was when it started to rain. The clouds that had been threatening to burst since that morning shattered in the sky. I reached my hand out but the droplets of water seemed to go right through me.
I am a ghost. I am not here. I told myself, firmly.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped. Someone could see me! Someone could touch me! I spun around and saw Micah, my cousin.
“You’re alive!” I said, happily. I caught her in a big hug.
“I don’t think so.” She said, hugging me back. “My body’s over there. And yours is there.” She pointed at our bodies. As far as I could tell she was right. They were both bloody messes.
“Where’s Lizzy?” I asked, gripped by a sudden fear.
“I don’t know. Let’s look.” Micah took my shaking hand and pulled me forward. We walked around the crash until we found my sister. She was unconscious.
We woke her up by gently shaking her and she looked at us, confused. “Are we in heaven?” She whispered.
“No. Heaven wouldn’t be such a gruesome place.” Micah replied.
Lizzy sat up and looked around before asking “How the hell did we survive?”
“We didn’t.” I said. “I think we’re ghosts.”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.” Lizzy said, standing up shakily. We helped her.
“Then how else do explain this?” I replied. “Our bodies are all messed up and disgusting, but we’re standing here without a scratch.”
She didn’t answer me. She walked over to a man talking on his cell phone in rapid Japanese. She seemed to be trying to say something to him but he ignored her. She turned back to us.
“Okay,” She said, “Maybe something’s up.”
I figured that then wouldn’t have been the appropriate time to say ‘I told you so.’
That’s when I saw him. Or rather, Micah saw him and pointed him out to us. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a small brown goatee. He wore black robes and he carried a long sword, which was drawn. He was making the other victims disappear.
I looked around and realized for the first time that there was two of everybody who had died. One was all bloody and disfigured, the other was in perfect health. He was making the latter disappear. He would press the hilt of their sword to their foreheads and they would shimmer then…. Vanish.
We watched in wonder.
He saw us and walked over to where we were standing.
“You all are awake?” He said to us.
Lizzy and I were speechless. He could see us? But Micah responded. “Obviously. Who are you?”
“I am a shinigami; Anari Hinagoi, seventh seat in division 7. I’m here to protect Karakura town and to send souls on. You guys are souls, so I’m going to send you on.” He answered, shortly.
“Souls…” Lizzy said. She turned to me. “I told you we aren’t ghosts.”
“Wait,” Micah put up a hand, “Where are you going to send us?”
“To soul society.” He said. “Come on. You can get all the answers to everything there; I have a job to do and not much time to waste. All these souls are bound to attract hollows.”
“Hollows?” I asked.
“Get answers there.” He replied, impatiently. “I’m sending you on now. Good bye!”
He touched the hilt of his sword to my forehead. After a few seconds pause he did it again. His brow furrowed and he hit me again much harder. I stumbled backwards then brought my hand forward. My palm connected with his cheek and it was his turn to stumble back.
“WHAT THE HELL?” I shouted. “THAT FUCKING HURT!”
“WELL, IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” He bellowed back at me. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S GOT TOO MUCH REITSU FOR ME TO SEND YOU ON!”
“IF YOU KNEW THAT, THEN WHY DID YOU HIT ME SO HARD?!” I screamed.
“BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL AFTER I HIT YOU THAT HARD! BESIDES, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SLAP ME!”
“HELL YEAH I DID!” I raised my hand, threatening to do it again. “SOMEONE NEEDS TO TEACH YOU A GOD DAMN LESSON! YOU CAN’T GO AROUND TREATING PEOPLE LIKE SHIT!”
“CATE!” Micah caught my hand as I was about to bring it down again. “This coming from the girl who tries to pick a fight with everyone she meets?” She turned to Anari. “Sorry about her. She’s got a quick temper.”
He rubbed his cheek and ignored her apology as he examined Micah and Lizzy. He tilted his head back and sighed. “You three are so troublesome. You all have about the same amount of reitsu. I can’t send any of you on normally. I’ll call my captain and ask him what to do. You guys stay right here and keep out of trouble.”
I flipped him off as he left. Micah glared at me sharply. Lizzy looked at both of us and rolled her eyes. Everything seemed normal at that moment. It seemed as though we were just having a normal interaction on any normal day.
Except that day was not normal. That was the day we died. That was the day everything changed.
Three years later I stood looking out at seretei from the school yard. I was dressed in a black robe with a white sash trying it together. I turned my head and saw Micah and Lizzy walking towards me across the yard dressed the same.
“Congratulations!” I cried out, throwing my arms around Micah and Lizzy as soon as they were close enough. “We’re all officially shinigami now!”
“I know!” Micah hugged me back. “It’s crazy! After only three years in the academy, too!”
It was true. We had all excelled in all our classes and had been offered ranked positions in different divisions after three years so we graduated three years early. Lizzy was 10th seat in division 6, Micah was 9th seat in division 5 and I was 8th seat in division 3. The taichou of division 5 was Sosuke Aizen, Lizzy’s taichou was Kaname Tousen and mine….
I nearly fainted just thinking about it. Gin Ichimaru, whom I had admired ever since he and Aizen had visited the academy in our first year, was my new taichou. I didn’t know exactly what about him drew me in. He seemed observant and fairly quiet. He had let his taichou do most of the talking. Maybe it was his smile which was always there. Perhaps it was the air of mystery he held. Whatever it was, I looked up to him like a daughter would to a father.
“In celebration I’ll buy all of us sake!” I announced, stepping back and looking at them.
“I don’t drink, love.” Lizzy said.
“Me either.” Micah said.
“Well, you guys are no fun. What if I buy you candy?” I offered.
They brightened up like a child on his birthday. And that’s what they were; children. They didn’t drink, they ate candy.
We worked our way through the crowded streets of the Rukongai district to a little candy shop owned by a kind old woman. We each got a little bag of sweets and headed back in to Seretei, stopping quickly to buy me some sake. When we got back it was late and nobody was in sight.
“Where is everybody?” Lizzy asked, looking around. “Even though it’s late, there should be people out.”
“I don’t know.” Micah looked down a street and then back at us.
“Well, this is weird.” I said, leaning against a wall. I didn’t like being confused.
Lizzy pulled me forward, and we wandered towards the center of Seretei.
“Hey!” We all jumped and spun around. I drew my zanpakuto, Lizzy crouched like a snake waiting to spring and Micah glared at the shinigami approaching us as if she was evaluating him. Apparently she didn’t find anything threatening about him because she relaxed slightly.
“What are you all doing out? Don’t you know that a warning was issued tonight? You all are supposed to be in your rooms.” The shinigami had his zanpakuto drawn, too.
“Then what are you doing out here?” Micah asked him, stepping forward.
“I’m a guard, ain’t I? In case you don’t know, guards guard.” He narrowed his eyes. “now ge-”
“I don’t like you.” I said and he stopped short. “I think I should kill you.” I tilted my zanpakuto so the tip was pointing towards him and tilted my head.
“Cate!” Micah said, glaring at me. “If there was a warning issued that means something bad has happened. Saying things like that is only going to get you put under suspicion. And us too, since we’re with you.” She turned to the guard. “Sorry about her. She’s got a quick temper. Anyway,” She continued, “what was this warning issued about?”
The guard lowered his sword slightly and said, “There was a murder last night and we haven’t caught the culprit yet.”
“Murder?” Lizzy said, standing up. “Who was killed?”
“The guards of the record library were the victims. And there were some missing records. That’s all I know though, so don’t go asking me any more questions.” He sheathed his zanpakuto and turned away. “Just get yourselves back to your quarters.”
I glanced at Micah, and she nodded. I smiled and came up behind him. I placed my sword at his throat and pinned his arms to his side.
“If I were the murderer,” I whispered, “you would be dead. You never sheathe your zanpakuto around an enemy, nor do you turn your back on them. You don’t know that it wasn’t us; you’re just trusting your gut feeling. You’re so lucky it was right this time but your gut feeling might lead you astray and you’ll wind up dead. You don’t know who the enemy is, so don’t underestimate any suspects and suspect everyone.” I moved my sword away from his neck, and spun his around. “Guards guard, right?” He nodded quickly. “Then guard. Got it?” He nodded again.
Micah’s hand was on my shoulder. “Calm down. I bet you’ve taught him enough for tonight.”
We left him standing there rubbing his neck.
“Who are you?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“What are you?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“Where are you? I’ve been looking for you. Where did you go?”
I asked her and she made no reply.
“Why won’t you speak to me?”
I asked and she made no reply.
“If we don’t talk now, we may never do so.”
I said to her and she made no reply.
“Don’t make me go.”
I told her.
“I’m scared of the world out there. I feel safe in here. I feel safe with you. I can hide.”
She told me to go.
So I did.
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This is a place for me to post my fanfiction writing. It's mostly anime related, some of it will be yaoi, yuri, and/or explicit. THE STORIES THAT HAVE THE WORD 'LEMON' IN THE TITLE ARE SEXUALLY EXPLICIT!!!!! If you are easily offended, please don't read it. I also may contain spoilers, so be warned about that too. I'll post it chapter by chapter unless it's a short story like the RenjiXIchigo yaoi I'm working on.
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ittyK
If you are going to criticize my work, I would love it as long as it's constructive crticism.
That being said, I don't own any of these mangas or animes or stories or movies. All rights to these belong to their respective owner.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy,
ittyK
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