I feel my lungs were on fire as I suck away the last little bit of the cancer stick in my fingers. Fuck this morning isn't going the way I need it to. This… This writing I'm doing right now is and impulse, I might not come back to this after I finally can feel my legs again. My therapist, Dr. Urahara said this would be a good idea. "Tell the world what happened to you Ichigo it might be what you need to let out of your chest." It's funny though, I don't think it will help. How cute, that he thinks that I will make a chain reaction with this tale. People are to ignorant and narrow minded to really do something about keeping things that happened to me from happening to the other little girls and boys out there. I can feel my heart clenching up in pain as I continue to write this little introduction, but I'm getting off of topic here. When is that ever a surprise. It will be easier for you to understand my babbling of words if I actually tell you the damn story.
Ichigo grit his teeth letting in a deep breath, he tied his orange hair back into a loose pony to keep strands of his hair from his eyes. He still didn't understand why he was doing this still. Maybe it was to stop Hat an' Clogs constant begs for him to do it. Maybe he just wanted to connect back with his father and sisters by making them understand why he left in such a hurry. Who knew honestly, The orangette sure didn't. He tossed the butt of his cigarette in the trash and looked into the box which was supposed to hold his nicotine and let out a growl of irritation when there wasn't anything in there to give him a momentary bliss.
"Gives me another excuse to go to the store anyway, god I need to pay attention…" He turned and saw his apartment in a mess. "Need to clean too." Even with these words of encouragement not to continue to write on that old ass computer the man turned himself back around and began to type again letting his body become engrossed with his current activity.
I was fifteen, beginning high school and letting the years of junior high drift away in a pleasant way. It turns out the junior high is more like getting the hormonal preteens a chance to be crazy in yet another supervised environment. I didn't really remember much of my classes, more like the fights I would always get into because of my hair color. I could almost smell the lust and stupidity as I walked into my high school on the first day. Hell it's not like most of the teenagers there were really worried about getting caught by the teachers when they were molesting each other every place they could. Not they everyone was like that. At this place it was easy for me to slip away from everyone. Hide in my own little place and actually get work done. That technique worked for a little while, but that was when people began to come and find me for help in class and to just talk to me. They say I looked like a trustworthy guy, Definitely a flip from junior high. I was almost the end of my freshmen year when I met a guy named Hichigo. I didn't really know about him at the time, but he ran into my life and made me fall on my ass, literally. He was running down the street and he slammed himself into me while I was on the phone with my dad. Yeah lame explanation of two people meeting, Yeah he didn't fly down from the cloud with a pair of feather white angel wings. Heh, that's a laugh. I can remember the conversation we had, as like any other the days after that.
"Hey asshole watch where you're going!" I yelled pushing the him off of me seeing who had slammed himself into me. What was more important though was to find my phone, sorry dad…
"No' mai faul' damn it! Stop payin' attention at your phone and you migh' get somewhere!" He snapped back at me as he sat up. His voice was static like, gripping my body like a snake capturing his prey. I didn't know why I let my curiosity get the best of me, but it was the first mistake I could never take back. Though at the time I didn't know that. It seemed like everyday after that I saw the albino teen always walking down the street, and ironically in the halls of our school. We even had classes together. I didn't try to make it seem like I recognized him, but all of that went in the pot hole when he finally made himself to me. He waltzed into the library like he owned the place and plopped himself beside me a sly crazy grin on his face; till this day that grin gives me shivers.
"Hey there Ichi."
The man sat unknowing if he could actually continue to place his memories into words. He stood from his chair and walks to the balcony doors looking out to the morning day, Ichigo was probably only writing for about an hour. For now to him that was to mush to take even if he had only written so little in that time.
"Like I'm actually going to finish, it's only a impulse showing how blocked you really are. You'll find a proper idea soon." Finally steeping from the pleasantly hot beam from the world outside the orange head made his way to the bathroom stripping himself of his clothes. Turning on the water Ichigo leans stretching his back closing his eyes for a moment to recollect his composure and to pull out his hair tie. Moments later a shower head splashes to life making lines of water hit the bathtub. The man stepped into the shower to feel the comforting hug of the water hitting every part of his tanned body, he let out a moan of appreciation from the water moving down his front wetting his lithe muscles. Just because he was introvert didn't mean he had to just sit around all day. Besides exercising relaxed him. Orange head allowed himself to be doused in the lukewarm water before srcubbing his body with the necessities.
He got out not to long after to get ready for the day ahead of him. "I think I might skip the gym today, I have to go in an talk to Hisagi anyway." Hisagi Shuhei, Ichigo's editor and publisher. They got into business together when Ichigo wrote his first novel, "The Rule of Death" It's a tale about a young boy forced to become the apprentice of Death himself. It was a best seller when it was first released, Ichigo supposed that people really like those tragic tales.
Ichigo got dressed in a button up black top with smooth looking dark blue jeans and his grey converse, man did he love his shoes. He grabbed his wallet from the kitchen counter with the keys to his car and went out the door after locking it. Can't be to careful, even in a nice town. To let the boring details slide the orange head man made it to his car and turned the little beast on leaving the parking lot of the apartment complex to head to the store, he really didn't want to hear his editor ramble and beg for the other to get his imagination in gear to write a new book. It's harder then one would think. The author's head relaxed as he listened to the radio allowing it to blare it's sweet old jazz in his ears letting the man tap the beat of the music on his stirring wheel. The music these days didn't make any sense to him. Sure there was some good music, but most made him wonder what king of drugs did the singer take before singing the shit.
The drive was short, traffic was lacking not that it was a bad thing of course. Ichigo focused on the unneeded details of the outside world surrounding his parked vehicle. He sat in his cushioned seat enjoying more silence for just a little while longer. His eyes focused on the car in front of his, it was a smooth polished black. He didn't know the brand, nor did he really care. He wasn't for good reason. There was scratches or dents tainting the car of it's up most glory. The owner took much pride in this one. He stared a little longer before opening the door and getting out. Grabbing the essentials, like his keys and wallet shoving them both in separate pockets after shutting and locking the door. Ichigo let his gaze fall back on the car hoping no one was hiding inside thinking he was some creep for staring so long. The windows were black tinted so who knew what was going on in there, maybe to love birds were getting it on with out a care that people were around them. The man smirked a little to himself thinking of how stupid that would actually be.
His feet guided him to the front doors of his editor's company, "Soul Society". Ichigo had always thought it was a tacky name, but this place got the job done. He walked inside moving easily through the many people running around ignoring him so they can get their work done. There was some new author getting a major hit, made the orangutan curious about the book. Ichigo made his way to the stairs jogging up the way to the third floor keeping out of the way from the other worker but mumbled a hello when they greeted him.
The silent man walked to Hisagi's office hearing talking within, so he did what any person would do when he really wanted to talk to his editor. He was down on a chair and opened up a newspaper to hide his face. Yes the best cliché disguise ever possible. Might as well play the part and read the little headlines within. Shitty economy, crimes, deals on cars, and then the fantastic comic section. You know the ones that have no real reason to be there other then entertain the reader because the rest makes you want to use the news as a blanket and fall right to sleep.
Ichigo's ear perked as he finally heard the door open the Hisagi's office hearing two pairs of feet steeping out of the office. His listening ears were interrupted when the newspaper rudely snagged from his hands making him look up to the man who had destroyed his hiding place.
"Well well Ichigo I didn't think you'd actually come today." Hisagi looked down to his companion smirking a little at the orangette's face as he looks up to the other. That scowl will always get this guy so far in friendships. "Come stand up I want to meet our new author Grimmjow Jaegerjaques." Ichigo stood looking to the other man, seeing his eyes immediately seeing within that this man had a burning passion for what he did, but he could see the arrogance and ego that mixed in this fiery blue eyes. Bet this guy thought he could get anyone under him, and you know what maybe he did. Ichigo didn't care.
Before Hisagi could say the orange head's name Ichigo spoke taking Grimmjow raised hand shaking it. "Ichigo Kurosaki."
"I already knew who yah were Strawberry, read your books." The bluenette smirked as he let go of Ichigo's hand shoving it back in his pocket. It didn't take to long for the bigger man to notice the scowl on the other's face grow darker. Now this guy might be fun.
"My name isn't Strawberry, it's Ichigo besides yours is fruiter then mine ever will." Yep, Ichigo didn't like this guy. An asshole to say the least. To bad Ichigo wasn't to good with retorting with words, when he was younger a black eyes would be the result of that stupid pet name. "I got stuff to do Hisagi let's get this over with." He turned from Grimmjow who scoffed from the remark but still smirking like a kid.
"Oh yeah, it'll be real quick. Cya Grimmjow." The black haired male turned from Grimmjow after giving him a slight wave and leading Ichigo to the office.
"Bye, can't wait to see you again Ichigo."
End of chapter one. I hope you guys like this so far, and if you got any advice for me I will gladly take on your constructed criticism. This is the first story type thing that I've written in a long time. I'm excited to see how this will turn out. Hopefully I get better as I go. As long as I actually keep this story going, because this person sucks at keeping on track with stories. Wondering mind ;D I ain't the only one out there~.
So yeah give me any advice, what you like, and also what you hate, I'm excited to read what you guy's have in store!