MAKE IT BURN

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They took his lighter. Then his matches. Those things were apart of him. He was sure if he didn't have them he would go crazy. The police officer was feeling him a bit too much, and obviously enjoying it.

"Hey man, aren't you having a bit too much fun?" He asked, scowl on his face as he tilted his head a bit to get a better look at the officer's sick face. That was when the other officer stepped in.

"He's right Edokawa. If you're not careful he'll call sexual harassment." He snickered. So you can call harassment on cops too? He filed that away for use later.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and a loud cackle. Ripping down the hall was a mad man with white hair. He was about to pass right by him, their eyes catching. He giggled suddenly and grabbed him, placing a rough kiss on his lips. "'ey babe, you're gonna help me get outta 'ere" Quickly, he placed himself behind him, a gun to his head. "Try it an' I shoot." he said with a laugh.

"Should we let them go?" a couple of cops asked. He could feel the other's smirk at his neck.

"Jus' lemme go loves. Cuz I really will shoot 'im" He smiled to himself. Nah, he didn't mind dying this way.

"Hey, if you're gonna kill me...light a fire afterwards." the mad man looked at him and laughed, backing slowly out of the station.

"Sure, why not?" he said as they broke into a run. "Can ya tell me why yer so calm? Most would start screamin' 'specially since it's me." He draped an arm around his shoulder, smirking as they walked onto a bus, sneaking past the driver.

He laughed. "You were helping me get out too...would you have really shot?" he didn't look too worried. He didn't feel too worried. He wondered why. This man was so comfortable, as if he'd known him all his life.

"Yup. But it woulda been a waste." he leaned down and kissed him again. Not anything loving or endearing, just the contact of flesh. "You're damn cute."

"Alright, if I'm going to be your hostage, I might as well learn your name, right? By the way, you got a lighter on you?"

"Ain't got one. I'm Hichigo, Hichigo Shirosaki. Murderer at yer service." he made a mocking bow to him, a wide grin on his face. What a strange guy.

So why didn't he feel worried?

"I'm Ichigo. Arsonist." he said. He wasn't worried. All he wanted were some matches. Maybe he would make the entire bus blow up. He wanted to burn things.

Because fire was just so pretty and comforting.

Maybe that's why he liked him. His eyes were a gorgeous yellow, like a very bright fire. His eyes were insane, but comforting. They were yellow eyes of deception. But so very beautiful.

OWARI

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