Hello my delicious blueberry muffins.
Its been awhile, huh? OK, so I'm just going to apologize right here, right now. I know, I'm a dick head and I really do feel some sense of guilt, but I just could not continue on with that piece of crap I called a story. So I deleted it and I am now starting over, determined to make it up to you guys. So read up and enjoy, oh and one more thing,
I'm back baby, and Its going to stay that way.
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Do you wanna know something funny- about the world?
You can't fix whats already broken.
You can repair it, you can...pave over all of the little cracks and imperfections and fill the holes with plaster,
but everything,
Eventually.
Falls.
Apart.
Yeah, everything breaks.
Nothing can withstand time its self, nothing lasts forever.
Sure, you can fight to fix the flaws and you can keep working to make a perfect place in a so called perfect world but, as I have said from the beginning,
skyscrapers can fall,
houses can burn,
and In the end,
a spirit can be broken.
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God, did she hurt.
It felt like a thousand knives were embedded in her left leg, tearing the flesh from the bone and causing her breathing to become shallow and unstable, coming out in short, panicked pants. The amount of blood oozing down her leg and onto the ground was sickening, the liquid was easily seeping through her black-spandex pants and the sleeves of the tight shirt she was wearing, it also didn't help much that she was running and jumping over roof tops, stretching her injured leg and having pain shoot up her spine.
She couldn't believe she had been that stupid. Walking right into a trap that the boys in blue had planned.
'You could have been caught!'
And she thanked god she hadn't been, jail was not on her agenda.
It was supposed to be a simple job, break into the vault at Karakura National bank and make a 'withdraw' of 10 G's, but not everything had went as planned. Her employers, the Italian mob, apparently had a cop on the inside, said guy tipped off the police and said police crashed the party and rained on her parade. She had barely been able to escape the damned building before it was surrounded, of course she only knew that the cops were there when she heard the tell-tale sign of guns being loaded, that had prompted her the grab one of the bags of money, ditch the goons that the mob had sent with her, and run like hell, escaping with her pay-check and a bullet stuck in her leg.
'It could have been worse. At least I'm alive.'
At least she got that months rent.
How much longer could she keep this up? This crappy life-time movie that she was living in, the beautiful girl haunted by the sins of her past, struggling to get by in the world and be someone, wanting to be loved. Then the guy of her dreams will came into her life and sweep her off her feet, telling her that he understands, that he's there for her.
'Oh, did I mention he's rich?'
No. She supposed her life was nothing like that at all. Although, the 'struggling to get by' part was right, as were the 'sins', but that's where the similarities ended. Hell, she was criminal for Pete's sake! Taking on gruesome jobs just to get some money to live, it was a despicable way of living for sure, but what else could she do? She was sinking in to deep to come out Scott-free now, no good guy would even look at her, they new she was trash. And honestly, she was just A-OK with that.
She didn't have the time to play games with a member of the opposite sex, she had a living to make after all.
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The pencil he was holding was thrown violently at the wall with a muttered curse.
She had gotten away again, even after 'operation fuck up the bank heist' was put into motion. It had taken months of careful planning and weeks of climbing through the ranks of the mob, gaining the trust of the mob boss Salivatore Manny, all the while keeping and ear out for any information that he could feed to his fellow officers. Then the idea of the Karakura Bank Heist came up. Up until then, he had had no idea that the 'Black Mask,' a female criminal that the police could never seem to catch, was hired by the mob. That was of course until he stumbled upon a meeting between the masked villainess herself and Salivatore. The Italian man promised the woman 3 grand if she agreed to help with the robbery and she gave her consent.
As soon as there conversation was finished he was out of there and dialing the chiefs number.
"Ichigo, whats u-"
"The Black Mask is working with Manny. There is a scheduled robbery Sunday at Karakura, we need all units at the bank at 5."
"Sunday? That's tomorrow!"
"I know. We have to move, if we can catch the Black Mask and some of the mob's goons then the criminals on the streets will be running scared."
"All right, all officers with be there."
"Good."
And that was the end of that conversation. The police had arrived at the bank right on time, catching the mob red handed with the money but no Black Mask. They surrounded the area, searching for her and just as they thought that she had gotten away a young officer had radioed that he had her cornered at the back of the building. When they reached the area the man was alone, pistol raised and breathing heavily, apparently the Black mask had given him quite a chase and he ended up shooting her, the end result was a winded officer but still no woman in black. She had gotten away even after getting shot in the damn leg.
"Fuck," he groaned into his palm "Just freaking fantastic."
That was the closest they had ever got to even touching the damned criminal and she still managed to slip through their fingers. After that disaster, the mob had figured out that there was someone tipping off the police so he ditched his black hair die and unshaven face and returned to the force.
It felt good to have his gun and badge back, to feel clean again. The dirty life of working for criminals was emotionally exhausting and he was glad that his time as an undercover agent was over. He wasn't sure if her could have taken much more of it.
His attention was dragged back to the gritty black and white photo of a young woman in black sprinting along the roof of a building. The Black Mask was an elusive pain in his ass and he was determined to find her. Her days as a criminal were dwindling because he would make sure that the next picture she would be in would be her mug-shot, free of the skin tight outfit, free of the smug smile she always had, and free of that damned Black Mask.
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Hope you enjoyed! Now some of you might say that Orihime is a little OOC. Well, to me she's not and you will see her become more 'Orihime like' as the story progresses and she gets out of her criminal shell.
Thanks for reading and R&R please!