I have absolutely no idea where this came from. one minute I was drawing Sarugaki Hiyori and the next...I was looking at this short piece of writing which sprouted from my fingertips. I kinda like it so I posted it. I have never tried to write Bleach fanfiction so I have no idea whether this is actually good. If anyone would like this to be expanded on then please review otherwise this is going to be awkwardly hanging around on the website...all 378 words -_-
in other words, please review!
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Bleach or any characters included therein.
Warning: there is use of swearing and other taboo language. (I am not being insulting as I know some people aren't comfortable with that. I don't usually like it ut with bleach and Ichigo's persona...well you get the idea.)
Chapter 1- 健 忘 症
"Nnggh, gggr, oww, let me down! Come on! This isn't funny! Oww! Why are you? Let me go! Mph! Put. Me. down!" The shopkeeper watched with thinly veiled humour as the shoji door slid open and his closest friend Tessai Tsukabishi entered with a lithe teen thrown over one shoulder.
"As you can see sir, I managed to secure the boy."
"Excellent Tessai, bring him over here. Where did you find him?"
"He was trying to escape through the alleyway behi-"the man was cut off by one of the teenager's feet landing firmly in his crotch. The giant grunted and dropped the boy without warning.
Ichigo cried out as his back and subsequently, his injuries struck the tatami matting. Before he could recover he felt his arms being bound behind his back and his legs being held together by an invisible force.
He narrowed his eyes when a man came into view, smiling widely, his face shadowed by a striped hat,
"Well, hello Kurosaki-kun. I don't know why you tried to run off. You're injuries aren't healed."
The teen whimpered when he found he couldn't back away and tried to shout instead, "Get away from me!"
Urahara frowned, "now now Kurosaki-kun, I'm not that close. Calm down."
"I don't know you! Get the fuck away from me and let me go! Goddammit!"
The man's eyes narrowed under the hat and he turned to his long-time friend, "Tessai, have we done the blood tests yet."
"I was ready to do it before Kurosaki-san ran off."
"We'll do it now," After he received a nod he turned back to the fear-stricken teen and removed his hat before providing a gentle smile,
"Alright Kurosaki-kun, my name is Urahara Kisuke and my acquaintance over there is Tsukabishi Tessai. We are friends of yours but for some reason you seem to be suffering from a temporary amnesia. Will you let us run a few tests to find a cause?" he asked hopefully.
Ichigo's eyes, if at all possible, narrowed further into a recognisable scowl and he rapidly shook his head, "Like hell I will!" he growled.
Urahara sighed and in one smooth movement jabbed his cane straight through the middle of the teen's forehead. Almost immediately the boy slipped into unconsciousness.
"Right then," he smiled cheerfully, "pass me the needle."
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