Most say you can't hear someone scream in the dead of night. To one Ichigo Kurosaki, this was a complete lie. He simply was out to the convenience store to get some late night dinner and get that cashier's number. What was his name again? Oh, that's right, Hanataro. The way he'd blush when Ichigo would look his way from the isles. Ichigo could never resist a hot face. In this case, it was a literally hot face if the color of it was any indication. Hanataro seemed really quiet, but Ichigo knew he was a firecracker. After visiting the tiny store so many times on his way home from Seireitei U., he got to know the boy very well. He was seventeen, which was a five-year difference between him and Ichigo. Ichigo didn't really care. He just hoped Hanataro didn't when the time came. Well, if the time came. At the moment, Ichigo wasn't sure he'd live to that moment.
He couldn't move. His brain could barely process that his lungs needed air desperately. His brain instead told him to run, but he couldn't hear it over his pounding heart.
Move, dammit!
Ichigo could smell something akin to the metal of a penny that had been left out in the rain for weeks. The imagery didn't help his heart either. A silver-haired man stood over another man with locks of blue. The blue haired man's leg seemed twisted at least sixty degrees more than a leg normally is expected to bend. If one shifted just enough, on the inside of the man's knee part of the shin bone could be seen through his thigh. Ruby fluid trailed along the ally from the entrance where Ichigo stood to where the man lie now. Blood seeped from a small hole in the man's abdomen. If Ichigo had been anyone else, he probably would have screamed. Actually he shouldn't be the one screaming by the looks of it.
"Ya jus' gonna stand ther'?" the silver-haired man asked facing Ichigo directly.
Taking in the silveret's appearance, Ichigo took a step backward. The man seemed to be watching him with eyes thet were not quite open. The smile that was glued to his face didn't settle correctly either.
"What's it to ya, Smily?" Ichigo challenged.
'Smiley' gave a small chuckle and lifted a silver pistol that he'd been pointing at his prey.
"Is tha' any way ta' speak ta a man wif a gun?"
"Well, when you put it like tha-"
A shot resounded in the small ally, rattling Ichigo's heart even further than it already was. By now, it felt as though he had a heart-shaped candy dispenser in his chest full of Sweet Tarts. He just hoped this wouldn't affect his performance on his literature test tomorrow. The sound of huffing and grunting assaulted his ears. Ichigo directed his eyes to the man now coughing up blood on the filthy pavement. His hands trembled. Ichigo trembled, too. Ichigo wanted so bad to help the man. Considering the distance between him and that gun, it seemed impossible, though. The dying man now had a new hole on the right side of his chest. At this rate, the man would die from a collapsed lung. If not that, blood loss.
"This could be be you, y'know?" The man stepped closer to the orange-haired male. "But I'd hate ta' waste sucha' perty face."
The oranget scowled disdainfully.
"Now don' do tha'. I like tha' first scowl better." Ichigo took another step back. "Maybe I'll let ya' live if ya' give me a kiss."
At this, Ichigo's blood began to boil. He held nothing back when he balled up his right fist and slammed it into the silveret's face in a feirce punch. Blood splattered to the trash covered concrete from the slit-eyed man's mouth. He had stumbled into the nearest wall just from the brute force of the blow. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hit that hard. Blindly lifting his gun, 'Smiley' pointed it to where he presumed the nearly dead corpse was and pulled the trigger. Yet another shot resounded through the ally followed by a small thud of something heavy hitting wet pavement. Ichigo watched in horror as the bullet ridden man fell. No one could possibly survive such a close range shot to the head. Ichigo dropped to his knees, his groceries down with him and he held his head. How could he be so useless. Again.
"Well, mah job here 's done," The grinning killer pulled himself up from the brick wall he'd been leaning on.
"You bastard," Ichigo said hoarsly." How can you kill so easily."
"He woulda' lived longer if ya' hadn' come along,"The grinning man turned the opposite of Ichigo and began to walk away." Jus' so ya' kno', I think we'll be meetin' ag'in. I know a guy who migh' be interested in ya'."
"You-" Ichigo choked."BASTARD!"
Ichigo was sure you could hear someone scream in the dead of night: It just fell upon deaf ears.
Just prologue.
Just wondering, but can anyone guess how old I am?
MAYBE I'll add in something special for the next update if one or more of you guess right.