Disclaimer: I do not own anything in BLEACH. That's all copy written to Tite Kubo. I do not even own the character that ISN'T in BLEACH. That is Ryan's character.
Enjoy Chapter One.
An eerie silence hung over the Ishida household. Ino crept into the house, gaze shifting from one side of the living room to the other. Slowly, she stepped towards the couch on which her father, Ryuken, was sleeping on. The hardworking man was resting peacefully, head on the arm of the sofa, one arm hanging off the edge. The TV was on, playing the news, and he still had his ovular glasses perched upon his nose. Ino smiled, though she couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. She removed his glasses, placing them on the table beside the settee, and turned off the television. She placed a thin blanket on his slumbering figure.
Within the house there was an extensive, deep creak. Ino's eyes instantly turned to the direction in which reverberation originated from. Nothing was there. A chill ran up her vertebrae as another groan resonated through the floorboards, so this time it was undeterminable where it came from. Just then, something rested a cold, skeletal palm upon her warm shoulder. She made a short shriek, which was deadened by another undernourished hand. The air began to strip itself to an opaque ivory hue, which formed the culprit of her muffled cry. A face slowly moved stealthily beside her own. It was black in the center with a colorless nose and cheeks, and golden eyes that were wide open. The teeth of the man, she guessed, were rectangular and flat. Two golden knobs spiraled off his head, enveloping his ears. A low, crackling flooded from his closed jaws.
"Well, well, well," the man rasped in her ear. It cracked as the noise that faltered out of his throat did.
"Was… Was that your laugh?" Ino questioned without thought. Boy she needed to think more.
"My name is Mayuri Kurotsuchi. Do you understand?" Ino nodded swiftly. "Are you going to scream?" She shook her head violently. Mayuri removed his hand from her orifice. Ino moved away and shook her father, who grunted sleepily. Mayuri seized her arm and jerked her away from the now half-awake man. Ryuken grumbled groggily as he began to sit up. Mayuri thought quickly and moved to a stereo system, yanking Ino with him and turning on a soothing song that was so conveniently the first song. Was this set up? Ino wondered. Or was it just coincidence? She hadn't any time to debate about it in her head as her father dropped back down to the couch. She was in deep shit now. "Your name?"
"Mine? Um… Err… Ino I-Ishida," Ino stammered. "My name's Ino Ishida." Mayuri nodded.
"Pig… PAHAH!" The outburst startled Ino, sending her back an inch or two. Mayuri approached her, a sneer spread across his sinister face. Ino stepped back, eyes widening. Yeah… She was in deep shit. He grasped her arm tightly and pulled her near him. She protested, pulling and struggling, eventually breaking his hold. She grabbed a remote, turned off the stereo, and thrashed Ryuken around until he was up and furious. When his gaze shifted from her to Mayuri, whom was standing right in front of the couch, he calmly put his glasses on and observed the man before him. Then his face grew red with rage. Uryu had mentioned the man. He said he was the murderer of Souken, which enraged him even more. Oh he was only enraged at his daughter's distress towards the strange man at first. But now he knew more.