Love with a Gun
Chapter 1: Nobody
OLAH MY BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWERS.
so I'm super excited for this story because it involves a lot of guns and cars and etc...you know all that cool stuff.
I know everyone Is probably sick of me doing all this Grimmhime crap. And I'm really sorry.
Just kidding you guys can get the fack over it. :D
Disclaimer: I am not Tite Kubo, therefore I do not own bleach.
Summary: Orihime Inoue is an average teenage girl with a lot on her plate. But her life is suddenly turned even more upside down when she meets a military agent by the name of "Jaggerjack"
Rated: T for graphic violence and mild to severe language. Mild sexual themes.
whale lets get to it.
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"Hi."
"My names Orihime Inoue."
"My life isn't as boring as it seems, really."
The school bell rang loudly as Orihime made her way down the hallway. She looked around timidly at all the cliques and groups of loud teenagers.
"I mean, school is pretty exciting."
Orihime eyed a group of hot jocks laughing and talking.
"You know, in the special ways."
She blushed and watched them before shaking her head and continuing on her way. Yea, she could only dream.
"Besides that fact, I've pretty much lived my life as a nobody, a non entity."
"Oof!" Orihime was knocked backwards unto the floor by some girls, her books flying everywhere.
"Oh..." A blond turned her head. "Sorry...didn't notice you."
Orihime scrambled up quickly. "I-it's fine!" She smiled. The girl eyed her a bit. "Ori-hiime..." she sounded out. "...wasn't that your name?"
Orihime just stared. "Uh, yeah, we've had 5 classes together...since third grade."
The girl just stared back. "Mmm. Oh well... See ya." The girl went back to talking with her friends. Orihime made a face and bent down to pick up her books.
"It doesn't really bother me...life is going pretty good, I've got two part time jobs..."
"Inoue Orihime, you are fired!"
Orihimes boss yelled at her harshly. She opened her mouth in dreadful shock.
It was late at night, and Orihime was stressed to the max. She had two part time jobs to carry out, one at the pastry shop and another at the local Walmart doing any and every job available. She had just finished cleaning the men's bathroom and literally smelled like crap, and then got splashed and muddy on her way to the pastry shop by some jerk on the road.
She had arrived the shop soaking wet and gross, panting miserably.
Orihime loved working at the pastry shop, but Her boss was a man with no mercy. He had no compassion for a woman and her troubles, and certainly never took the time to talk with her about anything except business. She had been late for the past week, and it was becoming an unforgiving cycle for Orihime. Being the perfectionist that she was, it always made her anxious to be late.
The Walmart she worked at was far away from the nearest train station, and Inoue certainly couldn't afford a car.
"I don't care how pretty you are, princess! I'm done with you being late all the time!" Her boss yelled angrily.
"Please Tenshou! I've been trying my hardest to get here on time, it's just that my other job-"
"I don't care about your other job! I care about what you do here right now! What I need is a more dependable employee, and you just aren't cutting it!" He yanked her worker hat off, making the top of her hair messy.
"Please Tenshou! I'm living alone and I really need this job! Please give me another chance! I promise I'll work hard!" Orihime begged him, utterly desperate.
"A no is a no! Your fired!"
Inoue left the store, utterly crushed. It was late at night and was pouring rain. She pulled on a bulky brown jacket and hugged her body tightly, her wet hair clinging to her neck and face and chilling her to the bone.
She sat on a bench near the road. What was she going to do? She was barely able to pay the bills to her apartment with both jobs, and her dream of going to a college of culinary arts seemed like a sappy fairytail now.
She let tears fall down her cheeks as depression set in. "What am I going to do? They're gonna take my apartment away and I'll have nowhere to live!"
"What am I going to do!?"
It had stopped raining around midnight, but Orihime was still on that bench, not even finished crying.
"What's this?" A male voice called out. "Hey beautiful!" Another voice hooted. Orihime looked up, her wet eyes widening. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here at night?"
When her eyes adjusted, she could see that there were three of them. She quickly got up out of her seat.
They began to circle her. "I-I must be going now-Ah!" One of them snaked their arm around her waist. She turned crimson. "L-let me go!"
Most of them just laughed. "Such an innocent little thing!"
"Mind if I take you ta' my house? You'd certainly be warm there!" The speaker got pushed by another. "Quit that. She's mine."
One ran their fingers through her hair while another gripped her wrist and worked with one more to hold her down as she yelped and screamed.
Another figure began approaching.
"Lets get her in the car. Maybe we can all just share." The voice hissed, chilling her to the bone. "Stop! Don't do this! Please stop!"
The dark figure walked forward ever closer.
They just chuckled sadistically, beginning to drag her away. Orihime began struggling violently, screaming for help. "Quit it bitch-"
One of her captures could only gasp as a large shadow loomed over him. She felt one of them being ripped away from her. The unfortunate man could be heard yelling in pain before flesh connected with gravel.
Orihime saw a flash of blue, and then another man was gone. She saw the large figure uppercut her capture, and then gave him a powerful kick to the stomach, sending him flying.
The last man let go of Orihime by himself, backing up from the large man in fear. The man slowly advanced, making her capture whimper and run for his life. Her savior was there in a flash, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him up. The whites of his eyes shone in the dark, along with his piercing blue orbs.
"Maybe you and your buddies should stick to touching yourselves next time, no?" His voice was deep and rough; rogue sounding.
He smiled, his white canines showing menacingly. He shoved the other man back, making him fall on his back. The man yelled in fear before scampering off like a wired jack rabbit.
Orihime was laying on the wet concrete under a flickering streetlight. She was breathing hard, tears streaming violently down her face.
The mans dark form slowly advanced on her trembling form. She looked up to see him entering under the light of the streetlamp, his features being illuminated.
When Orihime got a good look at him, she saw only handsome features on tan skin, contrasting lightly with striking blue strands of hair hanging in his face apart from his slicked back hair which hung forward slightly in the front. Orihime let her mouth open a little. He was really amazing, god-like. She felt a light blush creep into her cheeks. "W-Who-Ah!" She was pulled up by the arm rather roughly.
The handsome man eyed her with intimidating blue eyes before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away.
Orihime was slightly taken aback by his silence, and waited until he was halfway down the street before she came running after him. "Wait!"
"Wait!" She grabbed his wrist, realising that he was just as wet as her. There was an awkward silence as he eventually looked to where she was holding him, and she quickly snapped her hand back, running it across her thigh.
"Please..." She looked at him, still soaking wet. He turned to her. "Please tell me your name!"He narrowed his blue eyes, making her blush again.
"Jack." Came the low reply.
"Jack." She repeated. "Are you um...I mean...do you have a place to stay because, like its late at night...and I was just wondering if I could-"
"No." He replied simply, his stare making her uncomfortable.
"No?" She mimicked him again, surprised that he actually didn't have a place of his own. "Um okay...would you...would you um..."
Was this really okay? He was a complete stranger that just happened to come along at the right time. What if he was a thief? Or a pervert?
Orihime had always been fearful, always hiding from things. She had never really stood up for herself, and was always the nobody. And she most certainly didn't take chances.
She felt stupid for thinking this, but why couldn't she just take a chance this one time? He DID save her life...
"Would you like to come to my house...Jack?" Her weak grey eyes turning solid.
He hesitated before replying. "Yes. That sounds good." He nodded affirmative, walking towards the three men's car. "W-Where are you going?"
"We're stealing this car. Are you driving?" He replied gruffly. Orihime stopped. "Umm...stealing this car?"
"Yeah." He opened the drivers door, motioning for her carelessly.
"I've never done this before." Orihime couldn't hold back her excitement as she drove. "Have you... ever done anything like this...before?" She looked at him.
"Many times." Came his hushed reply. He grinned. She watched him incredulously, a smile on her face. "You know, I'll probably go to jail for this but you know...I could really care less!" She shook her head. "I just..." She let her back hit the seat. "I just get this feeling like now Is the best time to let everything go...and just be free...do you get me?" She looked at him, and saw that he was staring at her dumbly.
She blushed, realizing she was already pretty "free-minded".
"this is your house?" He asked when they arrived at their destination. "Yes, this is my apartment." She sighed, closing the door, and letting him walk in first.
"Cozy." He commented, taking off his jacket to reveal a tight shirt beneath.
Orihime did a double take, looking twice before carefully observing his muscular arm out of the corner of her eyes.
Three distinct, circular, scabby-looking marks marred his rough skin.
Bulletholes. Now Orihime was really nervous. Just what did this guy get himself into? Was he a policeman, or a drug dealer?
"Um, so you can just sleep in my bed, and-"
She watched him plop down on her couch. "Here is fine." He muttered, flashing a smile. "Thanks."
Her cheeks immediately heated. "O-of course!" She smiled awkwardly.
She turned to go. "What's your name?" He asked, he looked at her with soft blue eyes.
She looked behind her, blushing when she looked at his unusual soft gaze. She quickly turned around, staring at her feet. "I'm...Orihime Inoue."
"Orihime...like princess?"
She blushed and smiled rather crookedly at him. "Yes, exactly like that."
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