Hope y'all like this one. I'm only going to post the first few chapters to see how people like this story. If there are enough people that review and like this story, I'll write further chapters. Enjoy!
Evil Angel
Chapter 1: Little Boy
Ichigo walked home the same streets he always does to his home, with his bookbag drapped over his shoulder. He walked with Orihime, one of his good friends, and said goodbye to her as their paths separated. The evening air was quiet, and calm. He was anxious to get home, and get ahold of Yuzu, his sister's cooking. He could just taste the taiyaki. He decided to take a different road home, convincing himself it was a short cut.
As he walked further down the road, the air around him started to cool down. The tall buildings surrounding the street casting dark shadows over him. It gave him an eerie feeling as he walked. He clutched his bag, and began to walk faster.
He began to think taking this street was a bad idea. He wanted to turn around and head back to a familiar street, but something kept him from turning around. He didn't know what. The wind began to blow, and a loose piece of paper from his bag blew out from one of the pockets. It caught itself on one of the streelights. As he reached down to pick it up, he began to feel a strange presence. He stood up to shove the paper back inside his bag, when he noticed a young boy staring up at him.
"Hey there, what are you doing here?" he asked cheerfully. The boy a transparent look to him. He must've died somewhere around here. He looked no more than seven years old. His hair was dark, and his eyes were big and brown.
"How about we get you somewhere safe." Ichigo mumbled as he switched into his Soul Reaper uniform. The boy said nothing, but uttered a small, but loud giggle.
"Now, I'm just going to touch your forehead with the end of my Zanpakuto. Won't hurt a bit." The boy giggled again, then ran away. Ichigo let out a soft chuckle as he stood back up. "C'mon now, quit foolin' around."
He watched as the little boy wandered down a path lined by two large and long hedges. The boy stopped, then turned around and stared at Ichigo. Ichigo smiled, then walked towards him. The boy giggled, then scurried farther down the path.
Ichigo followed the boy to a large, white house. The house had a Black roof, with fine gothic architecture. Two wooden pillars held up a fragment of the second floor. The boy stood on the porch and stared at Ichigo, giggling.
"C'mon, get back over here." Ichigo comanded. This time, the boy waved for him to follow him. The boy then ran through the door. His giggle echoed as he faded away. Ichigo sighed as he put away his Zanpakuto. "Maybe next time." he mumbled to himself.
Ichigo eventually found his way home. Everyone was waiting for him when he walked into the door. Just as he threw his bag on the floor, his father was flying at him. "Son, you're late for dinner!" he exclaimed, thrusting his fist towards Ichigo's face. Ichigo ducked and then countered his attack with a hardy kick.
"I'm sorrry I'm late. I got held up at school." he excused.
"Ichigo, I made a plate for you!" Yuzu exclaimed, handing him a plate full of food.
"Thank you, Yuzu. It looks delicious." He began to eat. "So, how was school today, Yuzu, Karin?"
"Good, I got my math test back. I got a 'B'" Karin said.
"That's good. What about you, Yuzu?"
"Nothing much really. Just an ordinary day."
Ichigo finished eating he grabbed his bookbag and went to his room. He started his homework, when he started thinking about that little boy. He can always try again tomorrow.
