Hiruma stared out the window of the small cafe he was in on some nameless street in Karakura town. He wasn't there for the shop's disgustingly sweet confections or their stupid caramel mocha frappa-what-the-fucking-ever. He like his coffee black, like his soul, and the stupid fancy little cakes in their display case were grating on his nerves. But he wasn't there to use innocent pastries as target practice either. No, he was there to watch someone. A very specific someone who at first just made him curious and was now haunting his thoughts every waking minute of every day. Even when he was concentrating in class or shooting idiots at football practice, his visage was always in the back of his mind, just waiting to spring to the forefront again when Hiruma had finally thought he'd forgotten the number fifteen jersey that blazed onto the field like a comet.
That's what they were calling him now. The Comet. He'd come from nowhere. Appearing in the world of high school American football and then disappearing just as quickly. He'd left spectators stunned and reporters gaping and fellow players with an impression burned in their minds of the athlete they all aspired to one day be. The fucking chibi's speed, that moronic kicker's long legs, the strength of a linebacker, and the impossible god speed reflexes that only appeared once in a century (now proven to appear twice). The Karakura Poltergeists tore the opposing team apart with good strategy and the skill of their surprise ace.
Of course, Hiruma had to look into them.
The only one worth noticing was Kurosaki Ichigo. Seventeen. A third year in high school. He hired himself out for a week to whichever sports team was willing to pay him the most. High school delinquent and almost an idol at Karakura High, he ranked within the top 20 of his entire school. He beat up anyone who ridiculed his bright orange hair and there was no one in all of Karakura who could land a hit on him. He had a father, two sisters, and a mother who died under mysterious circumstances. But what really caught Hiruma's attention was his multiple absences in his first year of high school. He was gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time. To where, Hiruma couldn't find out, even with his extensive network of slaves. There were no hospital records, no travel tickets, no debit card charges or online purchases that gave any hint of where he ran off too. He quite literally disappeared, even running right out of the classroom with no warning if his classmates were to be believed.
And the town was just as mysterious as the man. Mysterious explosions and deaths terrorized the city, growing in frequency until one day all contact was lost with Karakura. For ten straight hours, no calls, no radio transmissions, and no transport was successfully sent or received. It made national news and when contact was re-established, the townspeople hadn't even noticed anything was wrong. Every single person that was interviewed by an official had lost ten hours and every clock had been set ten hours back. There still wasn't any answers for what had happened and the explosions continued, though with much less frequency and death.
While researching Kurosaki's disappearances, Hiruma noticed something very interesting. In the weeks leading up to Karakura's ten hour blackout, Kurosaki disappeared more and more often until he was gone from the day before the blackout to almost a month after. Then, the disappearances stopped completely. He went to school normally and his grades went back up. A few weeks ago, he'd started running out of class again and Hiruma still couldn't figure out what he did. His slaves couldn't keep up with him and Hiruma always lost him on the traffic cameras.
Hiruma snapped out of his thoughts and zeroed in on bright orange hair walking past the window he was seated in front of. Kurosaki Ichigo, the person who'd been plaguing his thoughts since his game against the Chuuoudai Panthers almost a week ago, casually walked by on his way home from school with two of his friends. Hiruma couldn't care less about his friends. They were average people in an average world. He zeroed in on Kurosaki like a sniper and watched as he talked and laughed until they were all gone from sight.
Hiruma put his head in his hand and berated himself for being such a creep. This was the fourth time that he's done this. He travels all the way to Karakura and sits in this cafe everyday just to get a glimpse of Kurosaki and then thinks about him all the time in Tokyo. Hiruma grit his teeth, suddenly angry. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was Kurosaki making him like this? How the fuck was his team supposed to go to the Christmas bowl if their quarterback didn't have his head completely in the game? Enough was enough. Hiruma roughly shoved his seat back, slammed some money on the table, and darted out the door of the cafe. Kurosaki was still in sight of the shop. Hiruma ran to catch up and put an end to this once and for all.
So, this is the first time I've ever published fanfiction before, (but not the first time I've written it.) It's a crack/rare pairing trying to be serious, so I'm kind of nervous about people's response. Please let me know what you think!