OK, so this is my first fanfic ^^ hope you enjoy, please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, nor the characters in my story!
Prologue
It was raining, no pouring in Karakura Town. Wind blew violently, thrashing foliage around with a ferocity that rivaled the wrath of God. Or maybe it was God, showing his disapproval of my actions. I didn't really care what he thought because to be honest he ruined my life. No. I ruined my life not him, but he sure as hell helped me do it. I don't really care though. Not anymore. I'm done, I quit.
I stared down the side of a twenty-story apartment complex, contemplating whether or not I should slit my wrists instead. The thought of anything razor sharp slicing into me sent a shiver down my spine. No, this was the only way I could think to end my life quickly and efficiently. I was drenched to the bone, my bright orange hair clung to my tan face and my clothes were soaked through, making my lithe, muscular frame seem gaunt and skeletal. Maybe it's because I haven't eaten in days. I was cold, tired, and extremely depressed. The man I loved hated me, my dad saw me as a disappointment and refused to have anything to do with me, I had no friends left, and honestly I don't blame any of them. Not a damned bit.
So I jumped.
Chapter 1- 1 year earlier
It was late in the evening in Karakura town almost time for me to help the doctor close the animal clinic. I was an employee at the local pet hospital where I gained experience working with and healing animals. I was an aspiring veterinarian, eager to help out and to learn as much as I could from my mentor, Doctor Yoruichi Shihoin. The woman was crazy, quick-tempered, and extremely uncanny, but she was also a genius (and a bad-ass if I was totally honest, though I'd never admit it to her). We were always busy due to her highly esteemed reputation, and I loved every hectic second of it.
Anyway, I helped her close down the clinic and check on the overnight patients, and then left. There were other employees that helped Doctor Yor. I worked Saturdays and Wednesdays, so that I could successfully balance university and work. With school three days a week I had a demanding schedule, but it was well worth it to do what I loved.
I walked home, which was fifteen minutes from the clinic and ten from Karakura University. It was dark outside with only a few rusted lamp posts lighting the sidewalk. There was a slight breeze, which ruffled my wild, orange hair. I loved my hair because it pissed everyone else off. When I was a kid, I hated it. People wanted to fight me because my hair color, and I was often called 'carrot-top', or 'strawberry' because of my name. As I got older though, I stopped giving a shit about what others thought, I owned my orange hair, and beat the shit out of whoever didn't like it.
As I walked home, I noticed that it was quiet, too quiet. I was walking through the outskirts of the city which was a generally safer place, but still sometimes there was the occasional mugging. Not that I was scared, I welcomed fights, but tonight I needed to get home so that my ever-oppressing father wouldn't lecture me on responsibility again.
My dad used to be the most relaxed and fun-loving man on the planet. That was before he found out I was gay and before my mother died. My father supported a traditional marriage with a women, and when I told him I was gay he was livid. My mom, who was alive at the time, supported me whole-heartedly, which angered him even more. Subsequently, they got into a fight, my mom left the house to cool off, and she was shot in a mugging. Afterwards, he became severely depressed and later he took out his pain and anger on me. This all happened when I was 16, three years ago. I still miss my mom.
I have two sisters, Yuzu and Karin, who I love more than anything. They kept me sane in the last few years of my life. Yuzu took over all of the housework, though Karin and I tried to help her, she insisted. It was her sort of therapy, I guess. Karin kept dad in line around me. He would always try to start shit, even resorting in physical violence. I got used to it quickly since I was used to getting into fights.
I was moving out in a week, I found a perfect apartment located between my work and Karakura University. I didn't want to leave my sisters but I couldn't take my dad's constant disapproval any longer. I needed to breathe.
I heard a shout and then a gun shot. I froze. Who the fuck was shooting a gun in this part of town? I ran to where I heard the shot. I know, I know I'm a fucking idiot, but too bad I wanted to see what happened. I stopped at the corner of a store, which turned into an access alleyway, and peaked around. I saw two men, one was standing holding a handgun and the other was on the ground sobbing, and holding his shoulder.
"Holy shit!" fuck I'm such a dumbass. Why the fuck cant I keep my mouth shut!
The guy with the gun whipped around and pointed his gun at me. I could now just barely see his features under the shitty lamp-light. He was around 5'9", dark skinned, black hair, and he wore large pilot glasses. Why the fuck was he wearing sunglasses at night!? He had on a black form fitting t-shirt, black gloves, and black pants. He wasn't intimidating, but the gun was.
"Who the fuck're you?" he questioned. I didn't answer which I guess wasn't a good idea because he fucking pulled the damn trigger.
Short chapter :/ They will get longer! Please tell me what you think! O.o Hope it wasn't too bad/confusing
