Ayatori (Annie) I find that I love Kira stories, but I haven't posted any of the ones that I've written, so heres one for all you Kira and Gin fans! XD I'm intending on making this a long story, but only if people like it enough for me to continue writing on it. This is also my first story on my Ayatori user, which is pretty much gonna be dedicated to stories about these two members of third company. If you don't like them then don't read, but I'm also putting characters like Momo and Renji in there too! Well enough of my rambling, I need a Beta if anyone is interested and here is the first chapter!:

Story Title: Tainted by torment

Length: 2,628 words long so far

Summary:
Characters: Izuru Kira, Gin Ichimaru, Momo Hinamori, Sosuke Aizen, Renji Abarai, Rangiku Matsumoto, Kenpachi Zaraki, Yachiru Kusajishi and Toshiro Hitsugaya

Pairings: Not sure yet, tell me what you want and I might put it in there.
Rating: Right now its T, Pretty much for older teens, rated for Blood, violence, extreme angst over loads and just all that other stuff that I decide to throw in, rating is bound to go up later though.
Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH cries in corner

CHAPTER ONE

Porcelain hearts and Porcelain flakes

The wind howled through the land, bringing a wave of frigid air to tear through the forest. The trees withered as their arms swayed widely in the breeze, their roots clinging to the dry soil beneath. The faint hint of stars in a sea of black could be seen above. Dark clouds hovered over head, blocking the luminous rays of the crescent moon. The ground was covered with a thick blanket of crystals, which sparkled like diamonds on the forest floor.

At a time like this, not many would be strolling the borders, not unless they had a death wish that was. The temperature was already far below comfort, and aided by the fierce wind turned this place into a hell of ice. Without the light of the moon, only the glow of the white earth could help lead a traveler to safety. Nevertheless, the snow was tainted and disturbed as a pair of weary feet trudged through it. His staggered breaths mixed with the howling of the winds, a silent cry for help unheard.

Every step hurt, making him wince and close his eyes before continuing on the strenuous journey. Each move was met with doubt and hesitation, the figure contemplating on the option of giving up. He found it hard to believe that they were waiting for him. Somehow something deep inside him was telling him not to continue, instead it beckoned him to turn and take the other path. Gazing upon the road before his quivering body, he hesitated making his way back to the Shinigami Headquarters.

He could only imagine being met with their faces, emotionless, cold and dead, as though they no longer felt anything for him. Maybe they were shunning him, tired of the way he continued to look to the past with regret and sadness. On the other hand, maybe it was his weakness that drove these spiteful feelings to surface. For whatever reason, Kira Izuru didn't want to go back. Half of it was because he was afraid. It had been nearly five hours since he'd run from it all. He'd shouted at them, cursed them and blamed them for his problems, and such a thing filled him with shame.

"Izuru what's wrong with you?" He'd heard Hinamori ask, and he tore away from her, ignoring her like the others. It was apparent that he had hurt them all and thus he couldn't face them. It wasn't as though he enjoyed being out here, staggering through the cold and the snow, but it was the only choice he had. Sure, his body was numb with cold, sure, he was tired and utterly lost, but all those things were less painful then walking through those walls. At least when you were out here in such a big world, alone and forlorn, you began to forgot the horrible memories. He'd been driven to this place because he could no longer endure such emotions.

The bitter mixture of grief and agony filled his life, tainting everything he once loved with the utter taste of melancholy. A muffled sigh leaving his lips, Kira let his exhausted body fall into the cold snow. The moment he hit the ground frigid waves shot up his spine, making him tremble, a whimper leaving his quivering lips. It didn't matter anymore though; he didn't have the strength to pull himself from this wretched prison.

He didn't want to save himself, he wanted someone to save him. If he couldn't have the right to ask someone else for help, then he might as well be dead. However, his methods were foolish, for who could possibly be walking these roads at night? He'd half expected to see Hinamori and Renji racing after him, but instead the wind whispering through the trees reminded him of how utterly alone he had become. As much as he silently prayed for their arrival, the soft snow around him remained untouched by the feet of others.

"Somebody?" He whimpered slightly, fighting back the urge to scream the words out before realizing that his dry throat would not allow it. The chill of the cold sunk to his bones, filling his body with a numb sensation that cut off all power to move. Moments like this made him wish he wasn't such a fool, to believe that he could come out here and see old friends again. It was the part of him that couldn't accept the news, that part had drug him out here and then left him to die.

For deep down inside, he didn't wanted to be that the one man he'd looked up to so much, had completely betrayed as though he was worth nothing. Gin Ichimaru was a wicked man to do so, but no body had ever said he was nice.

Nevertheless, Kira had lost the once glittering hint of light in his eyes, now all that was left was anxiety and misery. Now being a member of the Shinigami did not hold as much value to him as it once did. As hard as it might have been to explain, he loved following the orders of his captain. He loved the feeling of confidence and self-assurance he received when he completed a task. However, the word "assistant" Captain no longer thrilled.

Now he wished he could tear the name in two as he did his bleeding heart. Life held no meaning now, there was no one to seek solace or comfort from. Hinamori was always too happy to understand him and Renji had wanted no look on his personal life, thus it seemed like Gin was the only one that accepted his small conversations. Though it wasn't much, talking with someone as high-ranked as a captain was an exciting and enjoyable thing.

Now all that was gone, now he had no one to talk to and no one to listen. They were getting too tired of his rambling to understand that he desperately needed someone, anyone who cared. Lying here while feeling his own life slowly slipping away was giving him a solid grasp on how it felt to be austerely, unreservedly, alone. The small part of him that had once wanted to live had died in the last few months. Oh how those times had been agonizing.

He was assistant to a new captain, one he hardly even knew. Foods and drinks he had once devoured greedily now left the lingering taste of ash in his mouth. Even the sweet essence of sake, failed to take its desired effect anymore. Thus, he had slowly began to eat less and less, sick and tired of the dead taste in his mouth every time he rose the flagon to his lips. His eyes burned with weariness, for sleep had also been robbed of him. With such restless thoughts, all he could do was toss and turn instead of entering the ecstatic world of dreams.

His blood shot eyes traced the paths of the porcelain flakes as they fell to the ground in a cascading parade of white. The moon taunted and mocked him from it's place high in the sky, daring him to stagger to his feet. But alas, his knees were far to weak to support what little weight he carried. He'd come here wishing to find something, anything that would remind him that he was not alone, but instead he had found nothing. Slowly, he lifted his head, trying to cry for help.

"Ichi-" the weak voice faded, cut off by the rough feeling of pain.

His sad eyes stole one last look at the crescent shaped moon, tears turning them misty before his head sunk into the snow again. His body was overcome by the frigid waves before his eyes closed and blackness changed his world to shadows.

"IZURU?!" The name rang throughout the 3rd division headquarters, a girl disturbing the peace of the night as she stumbled through the shadowy hallways. Momo Hinamori's heart was aching as she dashed down the corridors, praying she would hear his voice. However, it seemed as though no matter how many times she screamed his name, he did not hear. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she called out again.

"IZURU?! IZURU PLEASE ANSWER!" There was nothing but the sound of her shouts droning slowly into the depths of the silence. Her lower lip trembled with fear as a new sense of dread crept up from behind. Hours earlier when he'd pushed her away, he hadn't headed in this direction. As much as she was trying to deny it, she knew he did not run to this place. He'd took off in the direction of the gates, which meant he wasn't anywhere near here, still she searched blindly.

Stealing a look out the frost covered-window, she trembled," Izuru?" The word fell dumbly from her lips. She knew he was out there, and if that was true, then he was probably freezing himself to death. Her body shook with sobs, her knees shaking beneath her, threatening to give way. Such reactions showed that this girl did not wish harm on her friend. Oh, how she regretted the words they had exchanged only mere hours ago. She'd wanted to consul him, save him from the hell of a world he was sinking into, but instead she had caused him more pain.

Silently she prayed he'd turned his back and headed in another direction, maybe he'd went to go talk to Renji or even Retsu, but such things were hard to believe. Kira had never been the type to storm away from someone then cry to someone else. Part of her wanted to go after him, but part of her was too afraid to put one foot into that snow. For already, she was cold walking on this wood, even with socks on her feet. It was impossible to imagine the chills she would receive if she opened the door leading to the outside world.

Suddenly she found her hands tightening into fists as a force gave her power, her body no longer shaking. She bit her lower lip so hard she could taste the blood underneath, but she ignored it. She tore down the hallway, running at top speed until she reached the fearful door that stood between her and the blizzard. Shaking aside any thoughts of doubt or regret, she seized the cold handle and threw the door open. The moment she did so, a blast of frigid air knocked her senseless, making her throw her arms in front of her face as if to shield it from the blows of the wind.

Without a moments hesitation she took the dive, her body trembling and shuddering as she hit the freezing ground. However, she did not let such trivial things stop her, instead of turning back like a coward she took off. Pulling her feet through the heavy snow, she could just barely make out a pair of tracks leading to the eastern gates. Her heart skipped a beat as she struggled to follow them. The strong winds stung her eyes like fire as her cheeks burned. She rubbed her hands together, doing her best to keep warm but failing miserably.

By the time she cleared the open gates, all feeling in her limbs was completely gone. The howl of the wind droned out her voice as she tried to scream Kira's name. A numb sensation swept through her body, and the air she drew in made a sharp pain arise in her chest. She hugged her arms out of a desperate attempt to keep warm. The faint path made by someone before her was becoming harder to see, aided by the slicing flakes of the blizzard. Hinamori found it hard to keep her eyes open as the path continued to get smaller and smaller, the tracks hardly noticeable. The route she was following was obviously old and at this rate she'd never find Kira. Though she doubted he wanted to be found in the first place, he had told her not to come after him and yet here she was.

"IZURU?!" She hollered above the roaring wind, her voice barely a whisper though it took a great deal of strength. Her face dropping with disappointment, she contemplated on if she should head back. Her body ached and she constantly found herself eying the shadows fearfully. This forest was not a place that she normally trudged, thus she had no idea were se was going. There was no spiritual pressure around her, just the lingering hiss of the wind.

Suddenly she felt her heart skip a beat, eyes growing wide as the crystal ground changed to crimson red. She looked onward, realizing that the tracks ended in a tapestry of red and white, one that Kira was not part of. The river of crimson dwindled on a few feet, painting the snow and mixing into a completely new set of tracks. The rancid stench filled her nostrils as she gaped at the scene.

"Izuru?" the name barely left her quivering lips as her eyes darted ahead, watching as the path disappeared beyond the dark horizon. It was obvious by the mass amount of blood that he had been hurt, by how and by whom? Then he'd been drug off somewhere? None of it made much sense. Bending down, the blood beneath her was still warm, though the luscious essence of life was quickly being tainted by the cold. The lingering sensation of a strong spiritual pressure clung to the crimson as though it was a parasite sucking the very life from it.

As much as she wanted to follow, Hinamori found that she couldn't. If someone had the power to shed so much blood than she feared them more than her greatest enemies. Her knees giving way, she fell to the ground in a sobbing heap. Her body shook with rough spasms as tear streamed down her cheeks.

"Izuru where have you gone?" She muttered through the heart-wrenching sobs.

Whoa! I actually wrote something, I know I'm so hopeless, but please feel free to tell me what you think. I have no idea about pairings but if enough people will it I will write it so leave a comment about that if you decide to review. If you are interested in being a Beta, I would be ever so thankful! Until next chapter!

Annie (Ayatori)