AWWWW! Finally, I got a small break from writing. Sorry to keep everybody waiting. It took me a while to think up of some stuff. I have started the first chapter of my new story. ^_^ I know I kinda rushed the beginning but I was being lazy and couldn't think of anything. ^-^' Well here it is! I think it's a bit long but, anyways I hope it is to your liking and I will continue with this story if you all like it. It will get better later on trust me. I will add lots of romance between Ichigo and Orihime, don't worry. Hope you enjoy :D
Bad boys with guns: Chapter 1
The sun was bright and warm. The Sakura trees colored the boring school yard. Bust students walked and continued with their everyday lives. I walked towards Karakura High school thinking about all my friends, along with my empty life. I kept thinking how everybody has something they treasure, to love. Mine was my parents, the only thing that got me through all the hardships in life. Why had the only thing that I cared for in life disappear so easily? How did they leave me and vanish from my life? Why did they have to die? I snapped out of my thoughts and walked into my classroom. I was greeted by Tatsuki and Chizuru. Everything felt to be a like a dream, so unreal to me. It's like I'm living someone else's life. Why was happiness so far from my reach? School seemed so normal, everyone carried on with their lives, the world still continues even without my parents or my happiness.
I heard the teacher tell everyone to take their seats. She carried out with the lesson, her voice dying in the distance as I stared out the window into the world. I saw the soccer team practice early and students walking towards their classes. The day seemed to zoom by and I hardly realized school was over. I had finished all my classes and began my normal route home. I passed by familiar homes and streets. I saw the warm sun begin to set and felt even more lonely. I turned down my street and turned right to find my apartment. I reached for my house key and opened the door. I shut the door behind me and threw my keys onto the Kitchen counter. The room was dark.
"Ah! I'm finally home." I cheered. I turned to walk towards my room but heard a small crash come from the Kitchen. I gasped and ran into the dark Kitchen. I looked around the Kitchen with my eyebrows crossed.
"Hmm… I hope nothing broke." I mumbled lightly to myself. I raised my hand and flicked the light switch on. At that moment I saw a young man about my age pointing a gun at me while sitting ay my Kitchen table calmly. I froze and couldn't say anything.
"Don't move, don't speak. Do you understand?" He demanded coolly. I shook my head. My mind went blank and I felt terror run through me. My body slowly began to feel cold and I walked cautiously towards the chair he pulled out across from him. My feet felt numb and heavy and I sat down staring at his gun the whole time.
He was tall and well built; he had a cool emotionless expression on his face, his fierce eyes staring straight into mine. He had very bright orange hair, and was wearing all the same color…black. He was wearing black Patrol boots, black trench coat, and had a blood red t-shirt underneath his coat. He had torn, black pants and leather gloves. He was handsome with his fierce expression and dark eyes. His spiky, bright hair intrigued me the most.
"What—what do you want from me?" I quivered.
"It's not what I want, but what my boss wants." He answered dryly. His golden eyes pierced mine and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.
"What?" I murmured. He reached his free, left hand towards his coat pocket, I flinched. He continued and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a few buttons and tossed his phone towards me. I caught it with success.
"Talk." He commanded. I pressed the phone towards my right ear and heard it ring three times. I watched the man, frightened that he still held his silver gun right at me. Finally I heard the phone click and I spoke.
"H—hello?" I croaked.
"AH! Miss Inoue-san. I see you got my man." I heard a low, unfamiliar voice say.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"Hmm…straight to the point huh, well you have something I need." He breathed.
"What?" I gasped.
"You see, I'm in need of your intelligence. You have something very important that I want."
"I-I don't understand." I exclaimed.
"You have information that is very reliable." He explained.
"You have something called Transporter."
"W-what?" I asked scared of the results.
"Let me make this simple for you to understand. I'm after military weapons. I'm after … control. Back before the Military and Navy betrayed us, we worked with the Military. We wanted to create the ultimate weapon, the ultimate soldier. Because of the lack of soldiers and new recruits, we wanted to create something unstoppable." He paused. "So we got our top researchers and scientists to use normal human beings to amplify their senses. We first experimented on male recruits soldiers. Unfortunately our project failed." He explained.
"So we encountered a little riddle, why did it fail? We soon realized that it was because of the gender, females were the answer to our little problem." He concluded.
"Wait—what happened to the soldiers that you experimented on?" I interrupted. He paused for a while until I heard him continue.
"They—died." He responded coldly. "What?" I gasped.
"Anyway, we continued our experiments on the females, however there were still casualties. We wondered why. Finally we had created super humans with higher physical abilities. It still wasn't enough, we wanted more, and we wanted these female soldiers to obtain Military weapon information. We wanted them to have advanced technologic information. We placed all the U.S. Navy and Military top secret files and records into their minds." He chuckled.
"Then we finally created the ultimate weapon. Now they possessed the most advanced technology everywhere they went, along with awesome physical abilities. That's why they were called 'Transporter', because they were able to hold and access top secret files." He carried on, "Everything went as planned, however the women soon wanted their own freedom and wanted to start their own lives. So they escaped, soon these woman became every day, ordinary people. They hid in society, hiding their abilities." He clarified.
"They got married, found jobs, had families. Unfortunately, one by one started to die. Some died of natural causes; old age, sickness, car accidents. Others died from insanity and suicide." He sighed, "The few that survived had families. We located them and realized that the men in the families didn't receive the information through DNA during birth." He concluded.
"I-I don't understand." I breathed.
"Only the female children received the ability. Slowly they as well died from still birth, miss carriage, and illness. The other that survived had this information hidden deep inside their minds."
"What? So you mean—I" I squeaked.
"Yes Miss Inoue. You are one of the few that survived, you are a Transporter. You have the information that I want." He insisted.
"N-NO! I'm-not-no! I'm just an ordinary high school girl!" I yelled.
"Really? Is that what you think? Then tell me Inoue-san, why do you think that you're so good with science, math and physical education?"
"UH! I-I just thought—" I cried.
"You thought that it was just natural. HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry to disappoint you, but your anything but normal." He laughed.
"Why me? You said that there were others? Why did you choose me?" I whispered.
"It's simple, because they didn't have what I wanted." He stated.
"N-NO! It can't be me." I babbled.
"Hmm… now that you know let's get to the point, I need your assistance, your information on these weapons is going to help me get what I desire. The Russian president is going to meet in Berlin to have a little confrontation. I will provide the ride and everything else." He pressed on.
"Wait, are you—are you going t-t-to kill him? Is that what you want? You want my information on weapons to—kill?" I stuttered.
"In a way. I want your information to have the greatest power to-to persuade a little." He proposed.
"Are you a terrorist?" I quivered.
"Hmm… I guess you can call me that. In a way. My dog will provide you with further details." He added, "I will call to make sure everything goes smoothly. Don't worry my dog is a good bot. he only responds to his masters call. You can sleep soundly. I hope you understand the position you're in?" He inquired.
"Yes…" I whimpered.
"Good. Well that will be all for now. I will be expecting full co-operation from you Miss Inoue-san. Ta-ta." He finished.
I heard the phone click and the conversation had ended. I placed the phone slowly down on the table. Everything felt unreal, my whole body was numb and I couldn't comprehend all the information now pressed into my mind. My mind was blank. The mysterious man took his cell phone and placed it in his pocket. I still saw his gun pointed at me. He reached into his left, inside pocket of his coat and pulled out an envelope, he lightly tossed it on the table in front of me.
"That's everything you need to know," He said, "You have no rights, you have no say in this. You don't have the right it resist. This is not a request." He clarified. I looked up from his gun into his dead eyes. I saw nothing.
"I-I understand." I croaked.
"From now on you can't leave without my consent. You will be under surveillance, and everywhere you go you will be escorted by me," He ordered, "When you go to school you will also be under surveillance. I will be staying here watching you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rose pin. He shoved it into my face and I took it.
"Wear it," He demanded, "That is a camera. You will wear that it at all times so that I can keep you under surveillance when you're at school. This way I can see what you do alone and make sure you do what you're told." He implied. "You're going to school to avoid any suspicion."
"Oh-okay." I answered quietly. I placed the pin on the left side of my shirt near my neck.
"Not there, put it on the right side of your chest. That way I can see where you go." He demanded. I switched the pin to the other side as told and waited for further instruction.
"No one is allowed in or out of this apartment. That means you can't bring anyone here. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I stammered.
"There will be two cameras in each room. The windows are rigged; the two in the bathroom, one in your room, and the one in the kitchen, so don't try anything stupid." He threatened.
"UH!-wait—how—d-do you know how many windows are in my apartment?"
"I memorized the layout of this apartment." He replied. "The telephone wire is cut so that any calls are made they will be wired to me, same with all your other electronic devices." He cautioned.
"Your cell phone will be rigged so that all calls will be tracked and monitored."
"Oh-okay." I gulped.
I stared at his gun, trying to find a way to escape. This man is too good. He has me trapped! He's thought of every way that I could escape. I-can't –escape. I thought to myself. I drifted my eyes towards the kitchen to the drawers.
"Don't bother. All your knifes are with me along with the baseball bat hidden in your bedroom closet behind the red dress." He informed.
"What? How? How did you go through my apartment so easily?" I gasped. I looked back down at his gun still pointing at me. I abruptly got up from my seat and felt hot tears at the corners of my eyes. I slammed my fists onto the table.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME THEN JUST DO IT!" I screeched. He said nothing and only looked up at me with threatening eyes. He finally spoke.
"I would have this morning as you got up from bed." He stated.
"What?" I fretted.
"I knew you longer before today. I know that you have low blood pressure in the morning. I know that you wake up every day at 6:00 a.m. to take a cold shower. I know that at 7:15 a.m. you lock your door and leave for school." He listed.
"N-NO! YOU-YOU CAN'T! NO!" I cried. He relaxed his hand holding the gun and lifted it to his face.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked.
"Yes—a-a gun" I sniffled.
"It's a HardBaller Longslide. If I wanted kill you I would have the moment you stepped into the front door." He concluded. He got up from his seat and turned his back towards me.
"I'm going to set up my equipment and place the cameras in each room. Go about your business." He finished. I felt helpless and alone. He was stern and cold. He was a killer. I can't do anything.
"I'm-I'm going to make dinner. Where-where would you like to sleep?" I stuttered.
"I don't" He interrupted.
"Huh?"
"I don't need sleep." He said dryly.
He walked away without saying another word. I was stuck, helpless. Nobody is going to help me. All I know is that he won't hesitate to kill me. He's a killer. I have no way of escaping.
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Chapter 1 end
Well that was long. My my Ichigo is really mean XD Jeez he really is a cold blooded bastard. HAHAHA! I hope that it wasn't too long :'[ Sorry about all the boring long info about the whole transporter thing. Don't worry I will make this more interesting. Sorry about the long chapter guys. Things will get heated between the two ;) Anyways thanks and enjoy! I hope you liked this chapter.