AN: full summery
He was a cold blooded killer, an ex-hit man sent to hell for his crimes. She was a Shinigami with no purpose to live. Their meeting was bound to be….catastrophic.
This will be an Ichgio and Rukia paring, all others are unknown…why Ichgio and Rukia…mostly because of the chemistry they have…that and I love the paring…sue me.
Monsters were Heroes once. - Unknown
His last contract…then he was out of the business, he could leave and never look back to the past.
…he wasn't sure why they wanted the old man dead now of all times…but frankly he didn't care…after this he could find his family again…explain why he had to do what he had done.
…Hopefully they will listen. Karin and Yuzu…maybe, but Dad….probably not…especially since I was disowned.
The man with the orange hair shook his head at the thought, best not to be pessimistic he reminded himself… at least not until after the job is over.
He allowed himself a small sigh and looked off of the building; the target was close to him now. Saying a small prayer for his soul to go wherever it should he checked the silencer on his sniper rifle.
Breath in…breath out…breath in….breath out…listen for the moment.
NOW.
He fired and in the space of a few heart beats the old man, his target had a bullet hole in his head.
He nodded his head at that, almost satisfaction at the kill…or rather that it was painless…he hatted killing, it was against his nature.
He shook himself from his thoughts before quickly dropping the sniper rifle and free running off the building using the fire escape. The building was abandon so nobody would see him leave.
The moment he was far away enough he grabbed a switch from one of his many pockets and flipped it on. A large explosion caused the building to explode…specifically around where he dropped the rifle. It wasn't enough to destroy or even cause anything to fall outside of the building…inside is another matter.
Going over a bridge a quick toss was enough to ensure that he would not get caught, along with the gloves, the water would wash away any fingerprints they could find…
…besides he did not exactly have fingerprints…long story that involved a grind real to stay out of jail…he had to skip town rather fast on that one.
Shrugging softly at the thoughts he went to one of the local cafes around town, the one where he would meet him….god he hatted that arrogant ass.
The café like usual was fairly busy at this time of day, yet at any second could easily become empty if they sensed a fight was coming. The perfect place for people who…disliked each other… strongly could meet at.
Sitting in the usual spot he waited…Looking over to the window he saw his reflection. Orange spiky hair that went everywhere, brown (but he has had known some "poetic" people to call them amber) eyes harden from his lifestyle, a gray hoodie meant to cover up his rather notable hair, simple blue jeans and fingerless batting gloves that he always had on.
His eyes snapped forward as he saw someone sit in front of him, 39 seconds…he was late.
Deciding to be as open as he could about it he spook in a calm voice that practically screamed if I don't get my way I will fuck you up, 'I did the job…now let me out.'
'Fraid I can't let you do that Ichi', the man in front of him said, most of his body covered up by a coat, only his grey eyes visible.
Ichigos eyes narrowed at that, his body tensing up his amber eyes turning even harder 'and why….pray tell that you cannot let me go.'
The man seemed to sigh before saying, 'you're the fall man….sorry but it's the truth, for what it's worth ill look after your family…hmm how old is your sisters?'
Ichigos eyes flashed with pure hatred and said in one of the calmest and coldest voices that he could do, 'you touch even a mere hair on them, and I will flay you alive, then I will burn whatever remains…then I will erase your existence from any and all written records or memory.'
The man in front of him chuckled and said 'how can you hurt a man when you have never seen his face.'
At that moment the room for lack of a better word, exploded, Ichigo had a knife out throwing it at the man but he was long gone, bullets went flying everywhere the ground began to shake, a bright light or rather lights bounced off the walls and into everywhere, but the noise was the worse.
Ichigo however was trained against this sort of thing so he did not think…he reacted.
A quick move had the table thrown out the window, then he slid across the ground and into one of the small exit doors that this establishment had…in case something like this happened.
The table was a distraction and a good one at that, the police or maybe some people a hell of a lot scarier were there already trying to figure out where he had gone.
Quickly changing coats he used one of the matches he always kept in it, and began to burn it. He grabbed one of his spare hoodies, this one a very large shade of white out behind one of the garbage bins, sure people would notice the hoodie…but not the face.
He quickly grabbed a knife, a simple throwing knife before walking calmly away.
After a few seconds he got to a crowded intersection that was always full of people even in the middle of the night. Looking around him in his best uncaring way he began to scan for eyes. Specific gray eyes, the time needed to get here (the perfect way to hide), and to get out of that baggy coat would not give the man enough time to change let's say contact lenses.
It took him a good minute to find what he was looking for…sure he was good, but he wasn't that good.
A person, lanky, silver hair, a smile on his lips and strange gray eyes…that was him alight.
…so how to approach, he couldn't shoot the ass hole he didn't have a gun, the same could be said with the throwing knife, far too risky.
….well the best approach was a direct approach after all…he hatted a fair fight…you only get in a fair fight if you did something wrong.
Shaking his head from those thoughts he began to push his way across the sea of people, simply by pushing them out of the way, sure they might look at him funny, but he had the hoodie on for a reason, it would keep them from identifying him latter.
When he was about to charge at the man he felt…a dull pang…then he found himself falling, or rather more accurately his body falling.
Ichigos eyes slowly widen as he watched his….body of all things fall…he saw a small hole on the back of his head or rather the back of his hoodie…his eyes widen in some series shock.
He saw the gray…no, blue eyed man smile showing….teeth.
The man then…fell out of his body. And he was there again black robe like things a sword on his hip. Feeling a sudden pull he looked down and saw chains….chains wrapped around him and going behind him.
…he did not want to look behind him…he looked behind him.
There was a gate, a gate that practically screamed pain, anguish and sorrow.
The man went up to him and smirked before saying, 'have nice deaths in hell.'
Ichigo could feel the chains pulling him into…hell, but he forced himself to stay still at least long enough to ask 'What is your name."
'Gin Ichimaru, why do you ask.' Gin said this without a smile, rather a small frown.
Ichigo could feel the chains pulling on him harder and harder almost breaking him in half. "So that I can find you."
Gin looked at him in some shock …until he actually laughed and said 'I look forward to it.' Then Ichigo was thrown backwards and into…hell.
…Ichgio did not scream…not even once.
Two years….two years in hell…and he was so close to getting out, all he needed was a connection to someone outside of hell…then he would be free…he could check up on his family, then he could go kill someone.
He sighed softly as he looked at the forever closed gate…if only it would open; he shrugged at that thought though. He was just lucky that he wasn't on the lower layers of hell…like he was for the first year…then the rest of the years he…climbed, fought, and ran like hell (he was aware of the pun)
He had also died…a lot, this was his 27th time he believed…but he had a feeling about this one…He missed winter to…so much…so much. He needed to stop his rambling thoughts, someone might sneak up on him and slit his throat, wouldn't be the first time but now it would be catastrophic, it would mess up everything.
He sighed and happened to look up and he had to blink softly…was the gate…opening?
Ichigo smiled for the first time in two years, a chance.
Rukia sighed softly as she fought against the Hollow. The stupid thing had taken her forever to track and find. After this she could send the soul of the boy to heaven and he could rejoin her mother. Which was good…if she could just hit the stupid monster which wouldn't stop bugging her. If she had headed to Urahara's and asked for some help she might have been able to avoid this situation….she hatted going there.
The thing was fast and she could only go half of her strength, if she went any higher or used any of her dances she would hit the parrot with the boy's soul inside it. Yes she had a problem.
Hell she couldn't even find the time to yell out any Kido, and any she could do required a lot of incantation she was too busy working on not dying…this was actually a bit embarrassing truth be told.
What her and the hollow did not expect was for the gates of hell to be opened…both of them stopped and just stared…in a lot of shock.
The hell?
Her eyes narrowed as she saw her moment and started saying an incantation for Kido, but before she could do that a Cero was fired at her…apparently the hollow had thought the same thing.
…a large Cero, if she tried to move it would hit the boy/parrot behind her…if she didn't she would probably die.
The one time I actually need some saving and nobody is there to save me, figures.
She was getting ready to use her blade to deflect some of the Cero, it was hard to do but if she got it right she might come out of this mostly unscathed….or dead whichever one.
…and she would probably be tired afterword's, upon which she would probably die.
One thing at a time Rukia, one thing at a time.
What she did not expect was a hand to appear out of nowhere and to stop the Cero…no that wasn't right he did not stop it he caught it….how the hell do you do that?
Looking up at the man she saw his face and couldn't help but let out a gasp.
He was….hot it might be improper to think that but it was true. He was tanned, very tan with long spikey orange hair that went down to his back, no shirt his body covered with scars, very torn up pants, a scar on his face going straight up to his eye and stopping…and pools of Amber eyes.
…she wasn't over exaggerating about the eyes either, she felt like she could swim in them…and she felt…calmer, almost safe.
The man turned his head and spook in a surprisingly smooth voice, 'You are trying to hurt this women, and an innocent soul that has done nothing to you…time to send you to hell.'
The hollow then spook its voice almost oily making her feel dirty just by hearing it, 'You think you can hurt me, Togabito then you are sadly mistaken.'
The orange hair man smiled and threw the Cero at the hollow, it did nothing not even make smoke blow out as the Hollow laughed before it started to move toward them.
The man was still smiling.
Chains wrapped around the hollow and began to drag him in as the hollows eyes widened.
'Have fun taking my place in hell….Togabito.'
The hollow did scream then, but not for long.
Within seconds the gates were closed and just vanished. The man turned around and offered a hand to Rukia.
Rukia was confused, but grateful and took the hand. Quickly going over to the soul of the humane boy she started to try to convince him to let her put him in Soul society also known as heaven.
…he wanted to find his mom.
This conversation would not work well.
Suddenly the man came on over and leaned down and put a hand on the boys shoulder.
He then spook in his smooth tone 'Kid…it might take you a while to find your mother, it might take you years…but she is in heaven, and this is where you will be as well. If I ever go there ill even help you look for her okay.' The man said this with a charming smile on his face.
The boy seemed to consider this for a second until saying 'promise.'
The man nodded gravely and Rukia could not help but smile.
…in a few seconds the process was done and the soul was sent to the soul society.
The man looked at her for a few seconds before saying 'why don't we introduce ourselves, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki and you are?'
The ma-Ichigo looked at her expectantly as she said in her most formal tone Rukia Kuchiki.
Ichigo nodded at this before saying, 'well I do hope that you catch me and put me somewhere safe because I'm about to pass out, right aro-.'
He trailed off and started to fall but Rukia was ready and carefully caught his arms and lowered him to the ground.
….blinking softly she sighed before going over to the parrot cage and letting the parrot out. Then going over to pick up Ichigo she sighed.
…looks like she was heading to Urahara's after all
AN: Author: SPEAK MY PUPPET
Hichigo: this was designed with the purpose of having Ichigo in hell…at least for a little while before he got out and how that would change him along with if he had a darker past, the vengeance thing with Gin (who will have be a very big character good or evil is up to you to decide) is just a bonus in the Authors mind…and I am not your puppet.
Author: mehh, whatever. Anyways this was done with no Beta so yaaaa….I would not mind one (just for this story) but I do hope that you…enjoy it I guess. The chapters will be longer by the way. Hit the review button please, be the first one and you get a cookie….the second one gets half of a cookie…I guess….im going to stop rambling.