Revenge

If the steady melody of sirens had not awoken the bloody and injured woman on the floor, the fire creeping toward her body would have swallowed her in its grasp. Her eyes scanned hazily for a sign of life, but the blur and hectic state of her mind made it impossible for her to comprehend. Her hand stretched out, desperate to feel something. Anything that would clear her mind of the chaos and insanity.

The answer came when someone wearing heavy boots crushed her tanned hand. The pain awaken the misery her body was feeling, but did not allow her to recover the memory of how she had gotten to this moment. Her teal eyes narrowed, a hiss slipping quickly from her lips when the owner of the boot began to dig his heel into her hand. She heard ragged breathing, then the clicking of a gun getting reloaded.

"Woman."

Her blond hair was coated in blood, a mixture of her victims and her own, her three long braided locks of hair tangled and caught beneath her heaving chest. Her tanned skin had multiple cuts, bruises, and injuries. The biggest one began to form a puddle of blood beneath her. It stung each time she took a breath, burning when a hand gripped locks of her hair and forced her to look into the barrel of the gun only inches away from her.

The owner of the gun grinned sadistically, cocking his head to the side as the cold steel pressed harshly against her heated skin. Her eyes showed sorrow, but a light shown in them when a shadow appeared behind her. A blade cut through the owner's eye, screeches of pain and anguish filled her ears before the blade cut the man's chest, craving it brutally and revealing the river of crimson beneath the pale skin.

The man fell back, clutching his eye as his teeth bit into his slender lips. The arms that had injured the man held her protectively, the scent of soil and blood filling her nose and confirming who had saved her.

And had reawakened her memories of what had happened.

They were being chased down by the people that were their comrades just hours ago. The man that seethed in pain on the floor was Gilga Nnoitora. She was Halibel Tia, "La Tiburon", the third strongest ranked member an infamous league of assassins given the task of killing those they were paid to dispose of...

And the man that was cradling her beaten, but not broken body was the strongest of them all. "El Lobo"... A name well known in the underground world of paid killers. He was ruthless when he wasn't lazy. Cruel when he wasn't with the ones he cared for. And bitter when she was not by his side.

His arms held onto her tighter as he began to walk from the accident. Two cars became small infernos to those unlucky enough to have not escaped in time. A few bodies scattered the deserted street and the sirens of the police and ambulances grew nearer. Tia squirmed lightly in his arms, but the stab wound she had received during their escape caused her to cry out in his arms. She felt a warm breath fan her face and lips gently graze her forehead. She only opened her eyes when she felt something warm drip onto her face.

Coyote Starrk stared down at her, his eyes showing a small hint of relief behind his harden expression. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his left eye, were blood continued to stain her round face. Her body trembled when she had realized that his eye had been gorged out, just like what had happened to Nnoitora.

He knew what she was think as he continued to move skillfully though the shadows. He was the only one that knew her and her inner thoughts. A weary smirk played his face, making her face soften at his warm gaze.

"We are almost home... I'll send the girls to get me medical things and then take you to Szayel's place. He can fix you up. Then, we are leaving this fuckin' town. You, me, and the girls. Just us..."

"So we won't ever be alone again." Tia whispered reassuringly, knowing just where his words were headed.

He chuckled and coughed lightly, his pace quickening as he neared their destinations. Tia sighed when the familiar area revealed itself to her, only for her heart to skip a beat when fire once again appeared before them. Starrk had stopped in his steps, his face revealing his emotions at the sight before him. Tia twisted her head to see what was happening, only to scream at what was in front of her.

The fire was like a hungry beast, devouring the place they once called home. However, that was not what made her released her shrill cry. It were the bodies of four women that made her get to her feet and run from Starrk toward the small Hell on Earth. As she neared, her horrors became clearer.

The bodies that were laid blatantly before the house she loved belonged to the only people they cared about.

Apacci...

SunSun...

Mila-Rosa...

And the youngest laid between them all. Her once vibrant smile nothing more but bloody lips.

Lilynette...

Starrk's daughter...

Tia's adoptive sisters...

Laid dead before them for the world to see. For the world to know of the lover's sin. Her throat had gone raw from her cries and strong arms held her close as her body trembled violently...

As the fire grew closer to them, the lovers struggled to save the bodies of the people the loved. They could care less of their earthly possessions. The only things they cared about were stolen violently away from them...

By one man... A man they had once believed had saved them...

Aizen Sosuke.

Tears drenched Tia's face, but stopped spilling as she glared at the fire. Starrk held his dead daughter's body close, his own gaze on the fire started just for their sins. They both turned to one another, their eyes locking and holding the others gaze strongly.

They got to their feet once they had closed the eyes of the fallen, their injured bodies nearing one another. Starrk stared down at his lover, who returned the gaze. Silently. Deadly,

They vowed revenge. Revenge on the man that had foolishly turned his back on them and destroyed all they loved.

However, this is not were everything started. Far from it. The tales of these two lovers dates back four years ago, when the two lovers were once two enemies.

I will show you when the tragedy began...

Disclaimer: I do not own "Bleach.

See you all next time. -Masky