Karakura Cops 2: Broken Shield
It took me a while, but here it is! The sequel to Karakura Cops! There will be blood, gore, coarse language and strong themes(most likely) Review as soon as you have read, I want to know if this is good or not. Now please enjoy! This set just before the end of the first one.
1. Anniversary
KUROSAKI CLINIC
JUNE 18th
It had been one year since the horror, since the pain. Everyone had tried to move on, but it had been a bumpy ride. There had been a rise in suicides in the first few months, but it had stopped now. People had been admitted to hospitals and therapist all over the place. But some endured the pain alone...such as...Ichigo Kurosaki.
The sun had risen high in the clear blue sky, unusual weather for this day. Today was not only the anniversary of the Karakura High massacre, but also the date of Masaki's death. Ichigo's mother had died on this day and now many others had joined her.
"Is this day cursed? Why...why does the world only make this day a bad one?" Ichigo murmured to himself. He stood by the bathroom mirror, staring at his ever frowning face. "So many...taken from me...I can't let the world take any more! Especially not-"
"Ichigo? Is that you?"
Ichigo sighed and trudged back to his room. He ran a hand through his orange spikes as he slowly approached the room. He pushed the door open and looked around.
No-one was there, yet the voice had come from here...
"Ichigo." The voice came again. Ichigo whirled around but still found nothing.
My mind must be playing tricks on me. I'm losing my sanity! Ever since then...
"Ichigo!" The cupboard door opened and a girl with raven hair and a hypnotizing blue-eyed stare crawled out. "Have you seen my phone?" She asked sweetly.
"No." Ichigo whispered so quietly that it was barely audible. His eyes showed tiredness and stress.
"It's the anniversary today."
Ichigo nodded.
"I can't believe how many people were killed! It's...like a nightmare. I mean how could everyone go in just one day?!" Rukia wept into Ichigo's chest and the two held each other, basking in the comforting warmth they gave off.
"Come on...We need to get to school." Ichigo slipped into a grey jacket and set off outside.
Rukia groaned as she checked under a pile of clothes for her phone. "Where is it?" After a minute of hopeless searching she gave up and got dressed.
She jumped out the window and landed nimbly by Ichigo's side. "I wonder who our new teacher is?"
"Yeah." Ichigo agreed distractedly.
Rukia gazed at his saddened expression and felt a mutual emotion. "Don't be sad today. Orihime would want to see you smile."
"What do you mean? Orihime is...oh. Yeah, ok." Ichigo forced a smile as he walked hand in hand with Rukia.
*****
A girl strolled down the street, nodding her head in response to the music she was listening to. Her head bounced too much and a headphone fell out. She stopped and frenziedly placed it back in her ear before setting off again.
The song sounded different today, there was a loud noise in the background she hadn't heard before, it was like distorted laughter. She ignored it and continued on her way to school. After ten minutes, she had noticed that every song had the strange noises. She stopped and took out the head phones. The noise had stopped. She gazed at her new Mp3 player and frowned.
"Stupid piece of junk! Broken after just two days! I should really get a refund and-whoa!" She dropped the device as she was dragged around a corner into an alley. A pale white hand held her mouth shut and another brought a knife up to her eyes. She stared at the gleaming blade and tried to scream.
A knee drove into her stomach and she collapsed. She began to cry, but her loud sobs enraged her assailant. The pale white hands grabbed her again and threw her against a brick wall. She tried to crane her neck, but the attacker held her face against the wall, preventing her from seeing who it was.
She could feel hot breath on the back of her neck and a sickening laugh erupted from the cruel assailant.
"Aren't you pretty? Shame I have to do this really."
"Do what?" The girl asked shakily. Her body spasmed as the tip of the knife poked her back. It continued to press down until it went through her flesh. She tried to scream but it was muffled by a piece of material being wrapped around her mouth. The knife buried itself completely into her body and she felt her life slip away.
The knife withdrew from her back and her blood soaked the cold, wet concrete ground. She dropped instantly and rolled over to face her killer. Her vision was already hazy, all she could see was a ghostly pale figure...with a wide grin.
*****
KARAKURA HIGH
Ichigo sat away from his friends. They had yelled at him to come and sit with them, but his mind was elsewhere. His gaze was set on nothing, just staring into the empty sky, as if all the answers in life where hidden behind clouds.
Why isn't anyone else sad? Am I the only one who remembered? Is the deaths of three hundred and fifty people really unimportant?
"Ichigo! Stop day dreaming and listen!!" A stern male voice roared. Ichigo complied and turned to the principal. "Thank you. Now as you know, the um...incident claimed many staff and students. But we can resume teaching now that we have found a replacement teacher for the class." The principal clasped his hands together and smiled broadly. Ichigo could tell the gesture was forced and really meant nothing and most of the class recognized the false gesture as well.
Great! Another teacher who will just wind up dead! People should just avoid this place, only horrible things occur here.
"His name is Mr Schiffer."
Ichigo's eyes shot open. His jaw dropped and so did Rukia's.
Schiffer?! No way!! It can't be!! We killed him!! Didn't we?
The door creaked open and a white pant leg appeared from behind the wooden board. Then he walked in, fully dressed in white with skin the colour of milk. Wild black hair fell down across his face and the same green markings were imprinted on his face. His emerald green eyes stared coldly at each student one by one, judging them instantly.
"Cool! This teacher has like...tattoos!" One student murmured to his friend.
Ichigo could feel his blood freeze and every hair on his body stood up. His muscles twitched and quivered and his eyes barely remained in his skull.
Ulquiorra leaned over and whispered to the principal. The class all overheard what he said. "That child over there...He looks ill."
"What do you expect?!" Ichigo blurted. He jumped to his feet, incidentally knocking his desk over. "You killed them all!! You were behind the whole thing!! You killed my friends!!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I only arrived here yesterday, but I have heard all about the accident."
"Accident?! You burned the fucking school down and murdered the students out of cold blood! You tried to kill my sister by throwing her off a roof! You're the most twisted, vile and evil person to ever live!! I will never forgive you! And I sure as hell wont let you teach me!!" Ichigo slung his bag over his shoulder and stormed out of the room, ignoring the principals irate yelling.
The principal excused himself and ran off after Ichigo.
Ulquiorra sat down at his desk and studied the class again. "That was quite odd, but I'm sure he acts like that more often than not." Some students nodded reluctantly. "Well, I want to get to know you all as fast as possible...because we could all die at any moment." A small smile crept across his blank expression.
*****
"No one believes me! It's like all of Karakura was asleep while that man was terrorising the school and the police force!" Ichigo yelled at the principal.
"We all know that it was a terrible thing to happen, many young lives taken in their prime...but that man is a qualified teacher, not a sadistic murderer. Your reaction is most likely a hallucination from stress and anxiety. I have notified the councillor and he will meet with you soon."
"What?!" Ichigo slammed a fist down on the couch he sat on. "I'm not mental! I know it was him!"
"Calm down Ichigo. Now I know this may make you angry...but I called your father."
Ichigo's face fell. "No...not today. He's at the grave with my sisters. You can't make them come here. It's a tradition in our family to stay at the grave today. Yuzu and Karin would have to leave as well and they want to be with our mother today, not sitting at home!"
"I know about your families traditions, but they need to come down here."
"You bastard! If Ulquiorra goes on another rampage...I hope he kills you first!" Ichigo glared with utter contempt at the elderly man. The principals face turned red, but not from embarrassment.
"You've done it now Kurosaki! You have tested my patience for the last time!"
The squeal of brakes alerted them both. The principal frowned at Ichigo. "I wanted to be in a good mood for your fathers arrival, but now he must see me when I'm angry. Have a nice time with the councillor." He smiled falsely and waved as Ichigo was taken to the councillors room.
Isshin pushed through the office doors and stared at the principal. "What has my son done now?"
"Well, for one, he threatened me with violence, he also accused a teacher of being a maniacal criminal and walked out of class. This behaviour is not tolerated here."
Isshin looked at the floor and hummed to himself. "He has been through a lot. It's understandable that he would-"
"No! Your son has been nothing but a nuisance! He is always fighting, being rude to teachers or skipping class! I'm sorry to say it Mr Kurosaki...but I think we have no choice but to..."
Isshin nodded before lowering his gaze to the floor again
*****
SOUL SOCIETY
The survivors all gathered around a memorial statue built in the courtyard of the first squads territory. He sombre group all studied the statue, eyes cast down and tears staining each cheek.
"Why? Why did we agree to do this stupid thing?! It's all your fault Renji!" Soi Fon scowled at him. A tense air drifted between the two.
"I only suggested it! Everyone agreed of their own free will! It's no-ones fault!" Renji snapped defensively.
"The captain commander will punish you for your insolence!" Soi Fon continued.
Renji simply spat on the ground and the flash stepped away.
The others watched forlornly. "Soi Fon, that was cruel." Kiyone said.
"I couldn't care less! He doomed us all! We followed blindly and we were butchered!" Soi Fon stopped momentarily to weep.
"Well, we were needed. If it wasn't us who were attacked, it would have been innocent people. Police or shinigami, we have a duty to protect them!" Matsumoto explained.
"Silence you fools!" Mayuri rasped.
They all did as asked and remained silent for a long time.
*****
An elderly man strolled happily along the sidewalk. He watched the children playing at the park and sighed.
It's about time my grandson came to visit. It's been too long!
As he left the park he entered a cold and quiet street. The noise of the park was drowned out by deafening silence. The old man looked around nervously. "A bit quiet around here..." He said, just to break the unnerving and awkward silence.
Someone laughed above him and he craned his neck up slightly before wincing and looking back down. "Oww. That's right. The doctor said to not look up for awhile...silly me."
"No..." Someone said, the voice coming from behind. The voice was raspy and unnatural. "...Dead you!" The person then began to laugh.
The old man turned to face a knife held over his throat. Sweat began to pour down his forehead. "Please? I have a family! I will give you anything!"
The killer cocked his pale head and smiled "Deal."
The old man sighed in relief.
"I want your head!"
"Wha-"
The silence was broken by the wet splatter of blood on the ground and the sickening laughter of the ghostly killer.
*****
KUROSAKI CLINIC
NIGHT
Ichigo buried his face in a pillow. His sisters had been devastated that they had to leave the cemetery so early and Isshin hadn't spoken a word since his chat with the principal.
My family must hate me! I'm pathetic! Pathetic!
#A series of bloody murders have occurred in Karakura today#
Ichigo sat bolt upright and turned up the volume of the TV.
#Authorities have refused to give out much information, but they say that the body count will continue to rise until the perpetrator is found. Suspicions have arose about the coincidental anniversary of the Karakura high massacre last year. Could this be a copy cat killer? Is it somehow related to the incidents of last year? Right now we don't know, but the authorities are already hunting for the answers.#
Ichigo cradled his head in his hands. "Another killer on the loose? Someone needs to stop him!" He unwittingly found himself gazing at the police badge on his desk...
Ulquiorra has returned and at the same time a serial killer has begun a rampage! Is Ulquiorra behind all this?
Anyway, this chapter wasn't very long, but I will improve on that in the next one. Please review, I love to hear your comments.