The streets were dark and hardly lit up by the tall lamp posts that gave off nothing more than a dull yellow light. A few cars came and went, never noticing the lone figure hiding in the shadows. His warm brown eyes darting around, searching and watching. His bright, orange hair hidden under his hood. He's wearing a thick black jacket, baggy jeans, and combat boots, all of which are black, allowing him to blend in well. He inhales, the scent of rain on the air as storm clouds roll in. He looks around, staying in the shadows and out of sight. He walks on, as silent as possible. His breathing is soft and hardly there. With nobody on the streets, it made things easier on him. He stops when he hears movement from the alley just feet away from him. He pauses and slinks forward. He peers into the alley way, eyes widening in horror at the sight of a middle aged man on his knees, at gunpoint. The figure holding the gun must be around six feet tall with their whole body covered in black. A blank white mask with a wide, curling, insane grin with blank eye sockets and their hood is pulled up, casting an eerie shadowing over the mask and covering up most of the masked figure's face. Another man is standing there, but his back is to the orange haired teen. All he can see are broad shoulders and shocking, neon, sky blue hair. His back is covered by a biker's jacket, his legs clothed in jeans, and his feet covered by heavy looking combat boots.
"You owe me money. I want it now," the blue haired man growls.
"I-i don't have it," the man on the ground stammers out.
The masked figure kicks out, forcing the man to his stomach. A heavy boots presses down on the middle aged man. A sickening click sounds through the alley. The gun is ready to fire. The man is sweaty and pale. He looks up, a begging look on his round features. The blue haired man shifts his weight, seemingly bored.
"Don't lie to me," he rumbles out. The masked figure cackles, a mad and horrid sound.
"O-o-okay! Aizen forced me to give it to him! He didn't want you getting that money to buy better weapons to use against him!" The man rushes out. "He took it so he could stop you from whatever you are planning!"
"Aizen ya say?" The masked figure asks, their voice lilting and watery and very much male.
The blue haired man curses. "Take him out," is all he says before spinning around. The orange haired teen scuttles back quickly, but not before he got a good look at the blue haired man's face. Beautiful. The only word he can think of. Tan skin, bright blue eyes, and a curling sneer on those perfect lips. Dark blue tattoos dashed under his eyes, making him appear almost feline. The man pauses, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette. He lights it with grace and inhales. He takes a step forward, pocketing the lighter. Bang! He exhales the smoke.
The orange haired teen jerks and jumps, startled by the sudden gun-shot. The blue haired man hardly seems fazed as he turns and walks away. His silent, large figure disappearing into the night and away from the teen. The teen is moving, hurrying away from the crime scene. He looks over his shoulder, noticing that masked man is out of the alley and looking around. That masked man looks his way, yet he can't be sure that crazy man saw him. He hurries away, keeping his head low and staying to the dark shadows.
"Are you sure about that Ichigo? We shouldn't get involved in with the gangs. We are here for a reason," a small, black haired girl says. Her large violet eyes staring at the orange haired man.
"They killed an innocent man, Rukia! What if he had a wife and kids?!" Ichigo snaps back, his brown eyes wide with horror.
"Ichigo! Focus here for our sake!" Rukia snaps, smacking Ichigo upside the head. Ichigo hisses in pain and holds his head. He glares at Rukia as she stands there before him.
"Rukia….I felt something from them," Ichigo finally admits as a tall, blood red haired man walks in, tattoos littering his body. He is dressed in red and pauses, bowls of food in his hands. Ichigo looks over at him. Renji, one of Ichigo's close friends and Rukia's childhood friend.
"Are ya sure Ichi? I mean, come on! There is no way we can run into fallens They don't like the big cities," Rukia says.
"I didn't say they felt like fallen!" Ichigo snaps, eye twitching slightly at their assumptions. He knows what a fallen angel feels like. He has been on earth and met a few fallens who fight to survive on earth every day. He doesn't mind missions to earth, but they always make him restless. Earth is the main breeding ground for demons. Twisted evil creatures that can assume a human form which makes their job of tricking humans into their dark clutches easier. The powerful demonic generals are fallen angels that followed the first fallen. They are the ones the "bible" likes to talk about. Angels let humans believe whatever lies and fantasies they have. Angels never bothered with humans. Angels only come down to earth to stop any bad demonic invasion, or if something weird is going on. This time, it is the latter and Ichigo was given this mission with Rukia and Rukia's childhood friend, Renji. They all have been close together. Their head general claims that a powerful fallen angel has been spotted in this town. Yet the only thing they have found in this town is an underground war between two gangs.
Renji sets the food down and raises his hands in surrender. He gives Ichigo a look. Ichigo doesn't like that look. It is the look they give him whenever he starts freaking out. Ichigo huffs and sits down on the only couch in the tiny living room of the rather small two bedroom apartment. He grabs a bowl of food and starts stuffing his face, glaring angrily at the t.v. Renji sighs and sits down on the floor in front of the couch and Rukia, who had sat down next to Ichigo.
Ichigo mulls over what he saw. The masked man is the eerie one. Ichigo sets his now empty bowl down and stands up. He grabs his jacket and hurries out. Renji and Rukia calling after him, but Ichigo has his mind set. He tugs on his jacket as he races down the stairs and out of the apartment building. it is raining out, the rain pattering around him. Ichigo pulls the hood up and races down the street, his feet getting wet from the amount of puddles in his way. His breath puffs out in foggy clouds before him as he runs and runs, racing towards the crime scene. He slides around a corner, eyes wild with a frenzy. He races past an alley, only to be caught and muffled as he screams. He screams into the hand over his mouth as he thrashes, fighting to break free. His left foot connects with a knee. A gruff curse follows the impact. Ichigo scowls and bits down on a finger. The hand had slipped, so he had a great chance to bite. His abductor howls in pain and jerks his hand away. Ichigo pulls himself free and stops, noticing the mouth of the alley if blocked. Ichigo spins around, getting a lot at his captor.
A tall thin man is staring at his boney hand, his silver hair falling into slitted eyes. He is dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. He tilts his head and stares at Ichigo, an eerie smile on his lips. Ichigo looks at the other person. Snowy white hair, pale skin, and strange amber eyes surrounded by black. His grin is insanely and wild. His clothes mostly white with hints of black. Ichigo twitches. This man looks just like him, all but in color.
"My, my. A fighter. Is this the one?" The fox-man asks. Ichigo bristles. The other tilts his head.
"Yup. He has da brown eyes, plus I saw a hint of orange hair. This is da guy dat saw us," The white haired man says, his voice lilting and watery.
The fox grins even more, if that was possible. Ichigo bristles. His senses on high alert. The two men smirk evilly. Ichigo growls deep in his chest, hands raised and he moves into a defensive stance. The white haired man attacks first, seeming overeager to fight. Blood lust glitters in those gold eyes that seem to gold against his black sclera. Ichigo dodges the kick and counter attacks with a punch. The man groans, stumbling back. Ichigo twists and ducks, a fist flying over his head. Ichigo swipes his leg out, tripping the silver haired man. The white haired man attacks again, his fist skimming Ichigo's nose as Ichigo reels back. Ichigo hisses in pain and kicks the man in the side. He grunts, gold eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"Ya little bitch!" He growls, lunging at Ichigo. Ichigo grunts as the white haired man slams into him. Ichigo wedges his knee into his gut and pushes. The white haired man snarls like a feral animal, slamming his fist down into Ichigo's side. Ichigo howls in pain and forces the man off him by pushing his forward. He rolls, just barely dodging the foot slamming down towards his stomach. He scrambles to his feet, panting. The silver haired man tilts his head.
"Go get the boss Zangetsu," the silver haired man orders.
"Ya sure Shinso?" The man, Zangetsu replies, rubbing his stomach.
The fox nods and smiles cheerfully. Zangetsu turns and darts off, leaving Ichigo to face Shinso alone. Shinso smiles. "Ya sure do know how to fight," he muses.
Ichigo rubbed his stinging nose, but makes it a haughty manner. "My father has a bad habit of attacking me out of the blue to keep me sharp, and boy am I happy," Ichigo growls.
Shinso laughs, silver hair glittering. His slitted eyes open slightly, showing a small sliver of blue eyes. He lunges forward. Ichigo bends his knees, body ready. Shinso slams into Ichigo and they go tumbling, limbs flailing as they kick and punch. Ichigo hisses and snarls before managing to kick the man away. He climbs to his feet, wiping blood away from his lip with the back of his hand. Blood drips from his split lip and his temple. Shinso has a blood temple, lip, and nose. He mops up the blood with his sleeve, frowning. "Yer better than we thought," he mumbles.
Ichigo spits the blood in his mouth out, scowling. "You're not so bad either," he replies.
Shinso chuckles, now smiling again. Ichigo shudders. This man gives him the creeps. Ichigo pants softly, as does the other man. Ichigo backs away, towards the mouth of the alley.
"Aw, tryin' to run now?" Shinso taunts.
Ichigo raises an eyebrow. "Only being prepared," Ichigo replies. Shinso smiles. It is eerie and it seems like the bony man knows something he doesn't.
Ichigo looks over his shoulder, a large hand covers his mouth. Ichigo kicks out, biting down on the hand when it moves. He hears a growl of pain. Ichigo jerks away, now between the people. He looks over, noticing the blue haired man from the other night. He stares at his hand before grinning ferally at Ichigo. Ichigo bristles. He momentarily forgets about Shinso and he reacts to late when a slim arm wraps around him and the other hand is pressing down on a pressure point in his neck. Ichigo groans, weakly trying to strike the thin man, but his vision fades. Ichigo goes limp, the last thing he sees is blue.