Well lokkie lookie. It's November, so I guess it's about that time huh?
Wonder if I can finish this before the year ends for once...
=================
Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump, Studio Pierrot, & Viz Media LLC.
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the
characters and situations from this series. This work of fiction is not for profit and not
intended to infringe on copyrighted intellectual property in any significant or harmful
way.
Should they, or any of their affiliates, request it, this non-profit story will
be taken off line as quickly as possible.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I shall hunt you
down and skewer your nuts. You want to use them? Just ask me first as I'll probably say
yes.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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A cold night.
A dark night.
A bone chilling wind.
A Mysterious city: Karakura.
Inside this city, near a construction site sat a young man. And though
that man was barely a boy in age you would be hard pressed to tell by
his stature. Standing at six foot five and a half inches tall, he was tall
even by western standards. Thus in this small Japanese district, he
was a giant. His dark skin served to make him stand out all the more, and
his silent stoic nature intimidated all who didn't know him and even a few
who did.
The young man known as Chad with two young men in a circle. These men
were band mates of his, and had just gotten out of a club finishing their set
for the evening. His two non -descript friends discussing not tonight's set, but
on the object sitting between them.
"A cursed parakeet?" Asked the young man with scraggly shoulder length hair.
"Seriously. You have got to be kidding me."
"No joke dude," came the response from his short haired non descript friend.
"This bird gets passed around faster than you'd believe. All it's owners've died
horrible deaths and.. and now I..." He started to tear up as he looked at the bird.
"I..." he croaked.
"And now it's your turn to die?" his friend finished. He patted his shoulder in
sympathy, "Well it was nice knowing ya man. I'll be sure to give your sis my
condolences."
"You'd best stay away from my sister Shigeo," the young man growled. "Or I'm
givin' you the bird."
"If ya wanna die that bad, then you're welcome to try ta give it to me then," Shiego
growled.
His friend snorted, "Whatever." He picked up the cage and held it in front of Chad,
who was listening to the conversation in disinterest. Chad's eyebrow rose as he saw
the bird, "How 'bout you my man Chad? See how cute he is? Y'know ya want him."
"Don't be such an dick man," Shigeo growled. "A bass player like him's more valuable
than your chicken shit ass."
-CRICK-
Before the young man could retort, he gasped as he saw an iron beam hurtling down
towards the trio, "OH SHIT!!" He whimpered as he covered his head and cowered,
believing it to be too late to move out of the I-beam's way.
-TROMB-
The boy cringed once more at the sound of the I-beam colliding with something. The
cool wind washing over his body. When the wind past and he felt no pain nor any heavy
weight over his body, he cautiously opened his eyes and looked around. Finding no sight
of the I-beam, he wondered if he might've died.
-Plip-
He blinked as he felt a drop of liquid land on the back of his hand. Removing his hands
from his head, he looked and found a small drop of blood on the back of it. Looking
behind him, all he could do was gasp in stunned silence. Standing above him as stoic
and silent as always, was Chad. "HOLY SHIT CHAD!!!"
"You guys all right," Chad asked as he hovered protectively above them. Not a moment
spent acknowledging the pain. So still and statuesque you wondered if he even felt pain.
Blood dripped from his heart to his head ad was streaming hotly down his face.
"Are we all right," squawked Shiego. "Are we all right?! Dude are you crazy?!? You
caught a steel beam in mid-air!!"
Chad shrugged indifferently as he tossed the steel beam aside. "It's no big deal."
"Says the guy who can catch steel I-beams in mid-air," Shiego grumbled. "Man you're nuts."
"Thanks for saving me, mister."
The trio paused and looked down at the cage. Shiego's lips thinned, "Uhhh... did ya'll
hear something?"
"Yeah," his friend agreed. He eyed the bird warily and shook his head, "But it'd have to
be... no way right?"
"My name is Shibata Yuuichi," Spoke the bird looking directly at Chad. "What's your
name, mister?"
A pause.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Cried Shiego as he took off.
"OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!!!!"
Cried his friend as he took off behind Shiego.
Chad stared down at the bird cooly before he responded, "Yatsutora Sado. I'm fifteen."
And thus, a new mystery begins.
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Ghostface211 presents
A Bleach Story
Stranger Than Fiction
Chapter Six: Tuesday Heartbreak
Comments, Constructive Criticism, and MST 3000's can go to ghostface211@gmail.com
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"So", an irritated voice began. "How did it go?"
"Fine", Ichigo answered, blowing a frustrated breath out.
"You were gone for quite awhile".
"It kept running and I had a bitch of a time catching up to it with Rukia trying to
point out where it was heading".
"You know you were supposed to tell me when you were going to go out on a
bust".
"She dragged me off telling me it was an emergency, there was no time".
The speaker, Tatsuki, growled at that.
Walking with his girlfriend towards her home, Ichigo sighed, again letting frustration
at the problems his double life was bringing. It had been about two weeks since Rukia's
forced eviction at the hands of the shorter girl by his side. Still, despite the lack of the
substitute shinigami in his home had done little to ease the tension between the two girls.
Especially since Rukia had quickly adopted to Shuya and figured out how to wrap the man
child around her little finger.
Add to that the decided lack of alone time between himself and his woman thanks to the
hollows popping up lately left a rather frustrated girlfriend. And a frustrated girlfriend was
a dangerous girlfriend.
Like Ichigo needed the extra problems.
"C'mon Tatsuki," Ichigo sighed. "Don't be like that. I told you it would only be for a while."
Tatsuki let out a frustrated breath, "That doesn't make this any easier, Ichigo."
"I know, babe. I know," he answered. "But what else can I do? It's outta my hands 'till
chibi-gami gets her strength back."
"I know that too, Ichigo. Believe me I do." Tatsuki groaned. "But with all your ghost-busting
you haven't exactly been working on getting you butt outta the doghouse."
Ichigo gulped slightly. Reminded that he too was caught in the horrific wrath of one Arisawa
Tatsuki and that these days the only way for him to get out of it was to get back on her good
side. And the fastest way to get on her good side was, of course, finding time to get as intimate
as possible.
But as noted before, it's kind of hard for one to get intimate with your woman when your side job
gets in the way.
'Stupid damn hollows,' Ichigo thought irritably. 'Stupid damn chibi-gami. Stupid damn honor.
Stupid damn world!' Outwardly he said, "It's not like I'm not tryin' Tatsuki. Hell, I'd kill right
about now to get some help or something. Still, can't help but for cryin' for the moon on that
one."
At his statement, Tatsuki paused. Ichigo blinked as he stopped behind her, "Tatsuki?"
She turned to him, and Ichigo frowned slightly as he recognized the look on his girl's face.
He knew that look far to well. He hated that look. Nothing good ever came when she had
that look on her face.
"No," Ichigo stated bluntly.
"Huh?" Tatsuki blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"No no no no no," Ichigo repeated. Pointing his finger at her, "Whatever you're thinking, stop it.
Stop it now."
Tatsuki smirked, "Oh? So I shouldn't drag your ass to the nearest love motel, strip you naked
and have my wicked way with you?"
"Yes you should but that's not what you were thinking and we both know it." Ichigo answered
without missing a beat. "I'm telling you this 'cause I love you and I don't want whatever you're
planning to blow up in your face."
"But I'm not planning anything!" Tatsuki protested. "And why do think that if I was planning
something it would blow up in my face?"
Ichigo gave her a look that only someone who has known a person for the majority of their
life can give.
"Oh fuck you," Tatsuki snorted.
"You should be," Ichigo retorted. "Look, I'll figure a way to work this all out. I swear. We'll
have some REAL alone time again. Rukia will be gone before you know it, and things'll be like
they used to be. So just don't act on whatever you got scheming in that cute little head of
yours, ok?"
"You'd better," Tatsuki grumbled. "Or there'll be consequences and repercussions."
"Like there aren't already," Ichigo grumbled. "Here you are. Back home safe and sound, forgive
me if I don't stay?"
"No prob," Tatsuki shrugged. "Dad'll be home soon anyways. Call me?"
"After dinner," Ichigo nodded.
"Good boy," Tatsuki replied sarcastically before grabbing Ichigo's shirt and pulling bringing him
to her and crashing her lips against his and delivering another one of her deep, possessive kisses.
After a moment, she let him go and licked her lips delightfully, "Extra incentive to keep your
promise, babe."
Ichigo was still for a few moments before he finally muttered, "Damnit all, you fight dirty."
"That's the only way to fight, hon." Tatsuki smirked before she pushed him away from her home,
giving his bottom a good slap as she did, "See you tomorrow Ichigo!!"
Ichigo walked away from Tatsuki in a daze, "Yeah, promise. Tomorrow. Nookie."
His girlfriend gave a satisfied smile and wave as she watched her man walk home. The smile
faded as he faded from view, replaced with a determined look back at her room.
"Now then," She muttered. "Time to get some shit straightened out."
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Wonder if I can finish this before the year ends for once...
=================
Bleach is created by Tite Kubo and distributed by Weekly Shonen Jump, Studio Pierrot, & Viz Media LLC.
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the
characters and situations from this series. This work of fiction is not for profit and not
intended to infringe on copyrighted intellectual property in any significant or harmful
way.
Should they, or any of their affiliates, request it, this non-profit story will
be taken off line as quickly as possible.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I shall hunt you
down and skewer your nuts. You want to use them? Just ask me first as I'll probably say
yes.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies.
And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
----------==========----------
A cold night.
A dark night.
A bone chilling wind.
A Mysterious city: Karakura.
Inside this city, near a construction site sat a young man. And though
that man was barely a boy in age you would be hard pressed to tell by
his stature. Standing at six foot five and a half inches tall, he was tall
even by western standards. Thus in this small Japanese district, he
was a giant. His dark skin served to make him stand out all the more, and
his silent stoic nature intimidated all who didn't know him and even a few
who did.
The young man known as Chad with two young men in a circle. These men
were band mates of his, and had just gotten out of a club finishing their set
for the evening. His two non -descript friends discussing not tonight's set, but
on the object sitting between them.
"A cursed parakeet?" Asked the young man with scraggly shoulder length hair.
"Seriously. You have got to be kidding me."
"No joke dude," came the response from his short haired non descript friend.
"This bird gets passed around faster than you'd believe. All it's owners've died
horrible deaths and.. and now I..." He started to tear up as he looked at the bird.
"I..." he croaked.
"And now it's your turn to die?" his friend finished. He patted his shoulder in
sympathy, "Well it was nice knowing ya man. I'll be sure to give your sis my
condolences."
"You'd best stay away from my sister Shigeo," the young man growled. "Or I'm
givin' you the bird."
"If ya wanna die that bad, then you're welcome to try ta give it to me then," Shiego
growled.
His friend snorted, "Whatever." He picked up the cage and held it in front of Chad,
who was listening to the conversation in disinterest. Chad's eyebrow rose as he saw
the bird, "How 'bout you my man Chad? See how cute he is? Y'know ya want him."
"Don't be such an dick man," Shigeo growled. "A bass player like him's more valuable
than your chicken shit ass."
-CRICK-
Before the young man could retort, he gasped as he saw an iron beam hurtling down
towards the trio, "OH SHIT!!" He whimpered as he covered his head and cowered,
believing it to be too late to move out of the I-beam's way.
-TROMB-
The boy cringed once more at the sound of the I-beam colliding with something. The
cool wind washing over his body. When the wind past and he felt no pain nor any heavy
weight over his body, he cautiously opened his eyes and looked around. Finding no sight
of the I-beam, he wondered if he might've died.
-Plip-
He blinked as he felt a drop of liquid land on the back of his hand. Removing his hands
from his head, he looked and found a small drop of blood on the back of it. Looking
behind him, all he could do was gasp in stunned silence. Standing above him as stoic
and silent as always, was Chad. "HOLY SHIT CHAD!!!"
"You guys all right," Chad asked as he hovered protectively above them. Not a moment
spent acknowledging the pain. So still and statuesque you wondered if he even felt pain.
Blood dripped from his heart to his head ad was streaming hotly down his face.
"Are we all right," squawked Shiego. "Are we all right?! Dude are you crazy?!? You
caught a steel beam in mid-air!!"
Chad shrugged indifferently as he tossed the steel beam aside. "It's no big deal."
"Says the guy who can catch steel I-beams in mid-air," Shiego grumbled. "Man you're nuts."
"Thanks for saving me, mister."
The trio paused and looked down at the cage. Shiego's lips thinned, "Uhhh... did ya'll
hear something?"
"Yeah," his friend agreed. He eyed the bird warily and shook his head, "But it'd have to
be... no way right?"
"My name is Shibata Yuuichi," Spoke the bird looking directly at Chad. "What's your
name, mister?"
A pause.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Cried Shiego as he took off.
"OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!!!!"
Cried his friend as he took off behind Shiego.
Chad stared down at the bird cooly before he responded, "Yatsutora Sado. I'm fifteen."
And thus, a new mystery begins.
----------==========----------
Ghostface211 presents
A Bleach Story
Stranger Than Fiction
Chapter Six: Tuesday Heartbreak
Comments, Constructive Criticism, and MST 3000's can go to ghostface211@gmail.com
----------==========----------
"So", an irritated voice began. "How did it go?"
"Fine", Ichigo answered, blowing a frustrated breath out.
"You were gone for quite awhile".
"It kept running and I had a bitch of a time catching up to it with Rukia trying to
point out where it was heading".
"You know you were supposed to tell me when you were going to go out on a
bust".
"She dragged me off telling me it was an emergency, there was no time".
The speaker, Tatsuki, growled at that.
Walking with his girlfriend towards her home, Ichigo sighed, again letting frustration
at the problems his double life was bringing. It had been about two weeks since Rukia's
forced eviction at the hands of the shorter girl by his side. Still, despite the lack of the
substitute shinigami in his home had done little to ease the tension between the two girls.
Especially since Rukia had quickly adopted to Shuya and figured out how to wrap the man
child around her little finger.
Add to that the decided lack of alone time between himself and his woman thanks to the
hollows popping up lately left a rather frustrated girlfriend. And a frustrated girlfriend was
a dangerous girlfriend.
Like Ichigo needed the extra problems.
"C'mon Tatsuki," Ichigo sighed. "Don't be like that. I told you it would only be for a while."
Tatsuki let out a frustrated breath, "That doesn't make this any easier, Ichigo."
"I know, babe. I know," he answered. "But what else can I do? It's outta my hands 'till
chibi-gami gets her strength back."
"I know that too, Ichigo. Believe me I do." Tatsuki groaned. "But with all your ghost-busting
you haven't exactly been working on getting you butt outta the doghouse."
Ichigo gulped slightly. Reminded that he too was caught in the horrific wrath of one Arisawa
Tatsuki and that these days the only way for him to get out of it was to get back on her good
side. And the fastest way to get on her good side was, of course, finding time to get as intimate
as possible.
But as noted before, it's kind of hard for one to get intimate with your woman when your side job
gets in the way.
'Stupid damn hollows,' Ichigo thought irritably. 'Stupid damn chibi-gami. Stupid damn honor.
Stupid damn world!' Outwardly he said, "It's not like I'm not tryin' Tatsuki. Hell, I'd kill right
about now to get some help or something. Still, can't help but for cryin' for the moon on that
one."
At his statement, Tatsuki paused. Ichigo blinked as he stopped behind her, "Tatsuki?"
She turned to him, and Ichigo frowned slightly as he recognized the look on his girl's face.
He knew that look far to well. He hated that look. Nothing good ever came when she had
that look on her face.
"No," Ichigo stated bluntly.
"Huh?" Tatsuki blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"No no no no no," Ichigo repeated. Pointing his finger at her, "Whatever you're thinking, stop it.
Stop it now."
Tatsuki smirked, "Oh? So I shouldn't drag your ass to the nearest love motel, strip you naked
and have my wicked way with you?"
"Yes you should but that's not what you were thinking and we both know it." Ichigo answered
without missing a beat. "I'm telling you this 'cause I love you and I don't want whatever you're
planning to blow up in your face."
"But I'm not planning anything!" Tatsuki protested. "And why do think that if I was planning
something it would blow up in my face?"
Ichigo gave her a look that only someone who has known a person for the majority of their
life can give.
"Oh fuck you," Tatsuki snorted.
"You should be," Ichigo retorted. "Look, I'll figure a way to work this all out. I swear. We'll
have some REAL alone time again. Rukia will be gone before you know it, and things'll be like
they used to be. So just don't act on whatever you got scheming in that cute little head of
yours, ok?"
"You'd better," Tatsuki grumbled. "Or there'll be consequences and repercussions."
"Like there aren't already," Ichigo grumbled. "Here you are. Back home safe and sound, forgive
me if I don't stay?"
"No prob," Tatsuki shrugged. "Dad'll be home soon anyways. Call me?"
"After dinner," Ichigo nodded.
"Good boy," Tatsuki replied sarcastically before grabbing Ichigo's shirt and pulling bringing him
to her and crashing her lips against his and delivering another one of her deep, possessive kisses.
After a moment, she let him go and licked her lips delightfully, "Extra incentive to keep your
promise, babe."
Ichigo was still for a few moments before he finally muttered, "Damnit all, you fight dirty."
"That's the only way to fight, hon." Tatsuki smirked before she pushed him away from her home,
giving his bottom a good slap as she did, "See you tomorrow Ichigo!!"
Ichigo walked away from Tatsuki in a daze, "Yeah, promise. Tomorrow. Nookie."
His girlfriend gave a satisfied smile and wave as she watched her man walk home. The smile
faded as he faded from view, replaced with a determined look back at her room.
"Now then," She muttered. "Time to get some shit straightened out."
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