~AN: I'm just trying to see if this would be a good story to continue...so review and show me some love!~
Chapter One
One picture. One picture ruined my life. I had hidden my life away. I had moved from my home town, my country even. I just wanted to be forgotten. I wanted to be someone new. That all came crashing down when there was a resounding knock on my door.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting something to drink so I could relax when there was a pounding sound, almost a thud against my flimsy little door. A long, drawn out groan fell from my lips, I had just gotten comfortable. I shuffled my way to my front door, slinging it open ready to scream at the person or persons on the other side, only to pause as I saw who it was. "Ugh, what do you want?" It had to be them, it just had to be the most annoying, caring best friends i have ever had. The taller one was my age, had his blonde hair cut into a 70's bob that brushed against his chin. He wore a white button up with a red tie, grey skinny jeans that were tucked into calf high combat boots. The person next to him was older then me by a year or two. He had bright bubblegum pink hair cut to cover one side of his face. He was wearing a lavender shirt with tight white skinny jeans, and plain black Converse. Identical yellow eyes were shinging back at me, and I suddenly became worried as they both grinned and snickered. At the same time the said, "We know your secret! We know who you are!"
I lowered my head so that my bangs covered my eyes and they took a step back. Anger was rolling off of me in waves and currents of disdain crashed into them, weighing them down. When I finally looked up I was glaring, trying to burn them with my eyes. Grabbing the front of their shirts I yanked them in, kicked my door closed and slammed them into the wall. "What the hell did you just say?" I couldn't tell if I yelled or growled at them, but either way they were shaking with fear, trembling in my hands. I shook my head and dropped them, walked over to my couch and flopped down. "Ok, one of you start talking." I scrubbed a hand down my face, anything but this.
They looked at each other. Shinji, the blonde, spoke first. "You always keep to yourself. You never tell us anything when we ask. All you've said is that you're from another country." He shrugged like it wasn't big deal. Szyele, the pink one, looked up sheepishly "We just wanted to know so we called in a few favors and found some interesting information." They both started to jump up and down, and I groaned. I gestured for them to take a seat across from me and started talking as they complied. "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki, I'm 23. I was born in Tokyo, Japan exactly at 12:00. My favorite color is blue. I have one brother, two sisters and a dad. My mother passed away. I graduated from high school when i was 13 and from college not even 2 years later. After that, I dabbled in a lot of stuff." I paused to look at them, they seemed a bit disinterested. "Anything else you want to know?"
A glance was exchanged. "Well...we heard rumors."