Okay! here is the story I had yall vote for on the poll. like promised if you wanted to i would put it up. enjoy and please review to your hearts content. compliments (if there are any), construtive criticism, and flames are welcome.
Opening of Crystal Tears and Bloody Tigers
Gone. They are all gone.
Rukia, Renji, Orihime, Ishida, the other Soul Reapers, Hell, even the Arrancar, low level hollows and even my own inner Hollow, Shirosaki, is gone. Why? Simple. The soul reapers were just using me. Rukia and Renji, maybe even a few captains, were my only friends in the Soul Reaper department. Orihime and Ishida were my friends too. But they along with the others have been forced to stay in Soul Society. Forbidden from contacting me. The Arrancar? They left me alone when I lost my powers after defeating Aizen. Aizen now lies in the lowest level cell with the highest security possible. Why he's not dead is anyone's guess. Oh, and Chad. He was forced to go into hiding in Hueco Mundo with Arrancar. Why? Apparently the Shinigami think he is a threat. Why? No fucking clue. Shirosaki left me when I lost my powers. I was weak enough for him to use the last of my rietsu so he could make his own body. He ran off with the rest of the Arrancar.
Life fucking sucks. Now onto my family. My dad became the new captain of the brand new intelligence sector. Not research or anything but intelligence gathering. My little sister Yuzu came into her powers after the war and became a student healer under Unohana. Karin is the second lieutenant to Kenpachi. Apparently Karin is the only one able to real in Yachiru and Kenpachi. Not surprising. Orihime is another student under Unohana. Ishida is Isshan's lieutenant. But I k now longer call Isshan Kurosaki my dad. To me he is just Isshan. Same with Yuzu and Karin. Don't get me wrong I love them. I just can't call them sister or dad. Not after the falling out we had.
We had a bit of a major falling out last time we saw each other.
I was fifteen when I got involved with everything and everyone. I was fifteen when I lost everything and everyone.
That's the past. This is the present. I'm nineteen. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I am a mercenary/assassin. I go by the name of Sangeros Tigru. This is my new story.
Chapter 1 Mission: Return to Karakura Town
, My Former Home and New Found Hell,
Discovery of New Powers
New York and Russia. I've had to travel between the two for a month now. Gathering all the information I could on my newest target.
Miguel Rovnaski, famous Russian mafia leader. I have two jobs on him.
One for the mercenary side of me. Steal his ruby choker. It is a beautiful little trinket. A black velvet choker with seven red rubies, the size of a pinky nail inlaid on it.
The other for my assassin side of me. Kill Miguel Rovnaski. Leave a message. Leaving a message in the world of assassins is messy and dangerous for many reasons. But I don't have to worry. I excel at leaving messages.
So here I am in Moscow, Russia. Sitting in some shitty hotel, call Mikoavs, room on the sixth floor. Right across the alleyway is the room of the target. The hotel next to the one I currently reside ion is La Monde Letté. I sit at the shitty ass desk re-going over the plans.
Step one. Gather all and any information. All information is important. Check.
Step two. Map out all exits and escape routes. Always have more than one escape plan in case things go to the shitter.
Step three. Locate the target. Subdue the target. Take the choker.
Step four. Eliminate the target. Create an extremely bloody mess.
Step five. Hightail it the fuck outta there.
Step six. Drop off choker and collect 50,000 cash payment. Then collect 100,000 cash payment for target elimination.
Step seven. Get the fuck outta Russia.
Simple and easy to understand. Just the way I like it.
I get up to and go over to the suitcase for my disguise. I remove my jeans and t-shirt and put on the bellhop uniform. The hotel the target is staying in specializes in 50s fashion. So yeah a fucking scratchy as hell brown overcoat with a white button up. Black slacks with black suspenders. And black dress shoes. Last not least is the brown hat. God, I hate that hat. I don't bother dying my sun set orange hair. The CIA thinks I dye it anyway. Why correct them. I tie my long hair up into a very long pony tail. With my hair down it barely reaches my ass.
Ding! My wrist watch goes off signaling it has turned midnight. The shift change for security has begun. The change over lasts about fifteen to twenty minutes minimum. I quickly open up the window and back up till I am in the center of the room. I start running and when I get close to the window I spring, like a tiger pouncing at their prey, out the window. I fall down three stories before I catch the nearly invisible wire. I swing around the wire once, twice and then I settle with my feet on it. I slowly inch my toward the seemingly closed window of the third floor of Hotel Monde Letté. I ease the window up and slide into the empty room I booked earlier that day. I quickly close the window after reeling in the wire. I'm going to need it later. I close the window and grab the bellhop cart with now cold food underneath. Thank god I remembered to order some food so I can pass as a bellhop on a mission. I open the door and peak out looking for any guards or citizens. Hallway empty.
I walk to the employee elevator and press the button. I don't have to worry about fingerprints since I slipped on some black cotton gloves. The elevator dings as it opens to reveal an empty compartment. Yay. All to myself, I thought as I wheeled the cart of cold food into the elevator and pressed the cream colored button labeled six. Just as the doors close I catch a glimpse of a guard walking out of the room across from the room I booked. Five minutes has passed. I must hurry.
Ding. Ding. Ding! Time for the actor.
The hallway is deserted as walk to room 605. When I reach the door I knock.
"Who the fuck is it?" someone answered. Possibly the target.
"Room service. Complimentary of Manager Letté." I reply in most cherries yet seductive tone. I had learned the target had a thing for exotic beauties. Thanks to my sun kissed skin tone and wild unruly sun set orange hair and swirling chocolate depths I passed. Or so my employer said.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Miguel opens the door and stops to stare at me. I had on a very fake smile that seemed genuine. While he checks me out I take in his look, discreetly of course. His hair is coal black and neatly combed back. His eyes are a startling grey. He is wearing a black Armani suit with a red tie. The tie sits undone around his neck. His white button up shirt and the coat jacket is undone leaving a view of a well-muscled upper body. He still has his shoes on. I must have caught him getting ready to leave or just arriving. After looking at him. I force a very bright blush when I make a show of noticing his state of undress.
"I –I'm sorry! I s-should come b-back!" I squeak as I try to leave. Time to play the shy uke who's interested in in the bad guy. Yippee. I have to stop with the sarcasm.
"Wait! It is all right." Miguel says as he grabs my arm. Hook, line, and sinker. "I did not think my state of undress would make such fuss as this. I apologize. Please come in."
I nod my head and hide behind my long bangs as I turn around and push the cart into the room.
Without looking up I stutter out, "W-where would y-you l-like it?"
"Just leave it where it is." He says as he walks towards me. He grabs my chin and makes me lift my head. "Now, why did you sound all sexy and confident but when I open the door you start to stutter and blush?" I force the lush to become even deeper.
"W-we-well I- I," I stutter and leave off. I averted my eyes to the right just as I was taught to.
"Answer me." Asshole needs to learn not to use an alphas tone on me.
"I-I had h-heard h-how hand-handsome you were. B-but…" I trail off again. Still not looking at him. I can practically hear the smugness in his voice.
"But?" I start to stutter even more.
"Y-yo-you f-far surp-surpass th-the ru-rumors."
"Thanks. Now a reward."
"A rewa-". I'm cut off as a rough lips claim my own. He kisses me roughly for a few seconds. When I start to kiss back his tongue darts out and licks my lips asking for entrance. I open up after a small hesitation. Disgusting. I let his tongue map out my cavern and then engage him in the battle of dominance. I lose to him after a few moments. Damn my inner uke! I bring my hands up and grip his still open shirt as he releases my chin and wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. The need for air breaks us apart. By now the blush is real.
"Well, now what should we do now?" he whispers in my ear in a sickly sweet tone. I tentatively begin to lick and nip at his exposed neck. I had to stand on my toes seeing how he is several inches taller than my 6'5 height. I hate this part. Playing the shy uke. I am more of an aggressive uke. Thank you very much.
"Mmm….and what do I call my fiery kitten?" he asks. Kitten? Kitten! Only five other people can call me that! Calm down. Keep playing the part.
"Vladimir." I barely whisper. Man. Vlad is gonna kill me for using his name. Vladimir was the guy who organized my schedule and handled the finances. Smart bastard.
"Well, Vladimir. Shall we head to the bed? Or would you rather I take you up the wall? I 'd rather not hurt you too much." I shivered in sickness when he said my name. Dude, not seductive at all.
Breathlessly I whisper with just a little stutter, "I-I rather like a l-little pain." Miguel's breathing hitched when breathed on his ear as I spoke.
"Naughty little bitch, aren't you?" now don't get me wrong. I am all for dirty talk. But coming from him, it's just…Ew.
Miguel slid his hands up shirt and starting stroking my nipples. Being trained in the art of seduction made sure I became very sensitive. I gasped when he twisted my left nub viciously. He took advantage of my gasp to kiss me again. I kissed back. Time for the worst part. I ground my hips against his. Miguel moaned and threw me against the nearest wall. I grunted with the impact. The fucker is stronger than I thought. He lifted me by my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my hands through his hair. While he was attacking my neck, no doubt I'll have a few hickies, I slowly pulled the wire from left wrist. Slowly, gently.
In my most seductive tone, I whispered, "W-what name do I-I scream o-out?"
"Miguel, kitten." Call me kitten one more time. So help me I'll ring your intestines around the room like bloody streamers. I slipped the wire through my fingers and pulled it till it was nice straight.
"Miguel? I have a surprise for you."
"Mmm…What would that be, Kitten?" That's it. My lifted my arm from around his neck and before he could figure out what the wire was for. I quickly used the wire to slit his throat. Warm blood splattered my hands and face, yet I paid it no mind in favor of catching myself before I landed on my ass. Miguel reached up and tried to stop the blood flow.
"Don't worry Miguel. A cut like that won't kill you. All it does is disable your voice box. Can't have you calling your guards." I say. All hint of stutter and shyness gone. Nothing but an emotionless tone. I rewrapped the wire around my left wrist so as not to lose during the oncoming struggle. While he tries to stop the blood flow I calmly walk to the cart and move aside the curtain and pull my hunting knife. No other like it in the world since it was home made. The knife around was as long as my waist. Handle included. The blade was silver with the moon and some lilies engraved on it. The blade was jagged and sharper than my temper. The handle was pure black with a white silk ribbon near the top that is tied off in a little bow. The ribbon won't be white for long though. It's not girly it is for sentimental purposes. On the bottom of the hilt was some chained around four feet long. I loved this knife just as much as I loved Zangetsu. I carved the name Lily into the bottom of the blade.
I walked towards Miguel as I checked my watch. Damn. Only five minutes left. When I looked up Miguel had already started towards the door. I chased after him and grabbed his right shoulder and slammed Lily into his left shoulder blade. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Told him he couldn't make a sound. We tumbled to the ground. I straddled his back while tried to break free. We struggle for a few more moments before I pulled Lily from his shoulder and stabbed his other shoulder. The effects of the poison I laced Lily with should start working any minute.
Any drug dangerous is a weapon while in the hands of an assassin. He should start to feel the pain even more clearly now. . I grabbed him by his hair and roughly pulled his head back, causing the cut on his neck to bleed more. I raised Lily in the air and stabbed him again. But this time I aimed for his lungs. I waited a few seconds until I heard him start to struggle to breath.
"Goodbye, Miguel Rovnaski. I hope your after life is a much happier time for you." I quickly slashed his throat. I released my grip on his hair. His head hit the floor with a sickening thump. I stood up and ignored the blood clinging to my face, hands, slacks, and shirt. My jacket had come undone during that nasty make out session. Don't know when though. I grabbed the choker from the nightstand by the bed I spotted earlier and jogged to the window after leaving my calling card.
Sangeros Tigru
Crystal tears flow
From the mourning ones
Bloody tigers pounce upon their intended prey
Pray Little Ones Pray
That Sangeros Tigru
Does not come for you
This entire message was written in blood on the wall. Sadistic and sick isn't it? I think so. But I can't help but let my sadistic side out after a fresh kill.
I jump out the sixth story window and fall till I hit the third story window were I quickly grab the freshly covered, snow covered window ledge. Good thing the window is opened. I had also booked this room just in case I needed it. I pulled myself up and through the window. I didn't bother closing the window or hide the blood smears off the window sill. I discarded my clothing and wiped the blood off with a wetted down towel. No use taking a shower. An escape is supposed to be quick. I slipped on my baggy black jeans. I slipped the studded belt on as well. Next was the black turtle neck with the black collar on underneath. Next came the black jacket with the furry hood. Then came the standard military combat boots. Black of course. I slipped the ruby choker in my coat pocket and set fire to the room before I left. No evidence.
I was four blocks away before the sirens started. In walked through the snow covered streets of Moscow Russia. After another block I reached the café I was to meet the client at. I dusted off the snow on the outside chairs and waited. After ordering a coffee I finally began to survey my surroundings in hope to find the client. Sasha Rovnaski. Older sister to the now late Miguel Rovnaski was the client who hired me to steal the choker. She also unknowingly hired me to kill her brother.
Apparently, Miss Rovnaski wanted the large inheritance that she would get after Miguel's death. The inheritance being that of a cash variety. A large one at that.
"Mister Tigru?" I looked up into the face of a beautiful woman. She was around 4'5 with large blue eyes and long blond hair that cascaded around her like a golden waterfall. She wore a large fur coat made of what looked like wolf. She wore a blue business suit. Karin had more fashion sense then this woman did. Blue and wolf fur does not go together. She had black high heels that added about an inch to her already short stature.
"Yes, that would be me, Miss Rovnaski." I replied.
"Oh good. I was hoping that I got the right person. I must ask though. What made you dye your hair?" She asked as she took the seat from across me.
"Miss Rovnaski, I assure my hair color is all natural. People from where I was born had much odder colors then I do."
"Really?! My, my, I must say that is strange."
"Well, they specialize in the strange. But we are not here to discuss my personal life."
"Of course. Did retrieve what I asked for?" I responded by pulling the choker from my coat pocket and held it up where she could see it. The bloody rubies glinted in the sunlight. She reached out for it but I pulled it out her reach. She looked at me with a confused look.
"The payment first Miss Rovnaski." I stated. Her look of confusion turned to one of understanding.
"Of course Mister Tigru." She pulled out the payment we agreed upon and slid it across the table. "Money is a first for mercenaries and world class thieves like you." I took the money but I did not hand her the choker.
"Miss Rovnaski. Three weeks before me you hired an assassin to kill your brother Miguel Rovnaski. Don't try to even deny it." I said. She looked at me with barely concealed hatred. Honestly, aren't mafia women supposed to be able to control their emotions? It is far too easy to read her.
"How did you know?"
"The assassin you hired is a Mister Sangeros, correct?" I asked.
"Yes." She snarled.
"Didn't you ever think about my first name? Didn't you ever consider that my name is Romanian just like Mister Sangeros?" Understanding dawned on her.
"You are Sangeros and Tigru. Aren't you?" She asked.
"I am Sangeros Tigru." Her features paled. I continued on as she paled even further. "The job of assassinating your younger brother has been completed. I would like my payment. Now if you please. Don't try to hide the money either. I saw it as you pulled out the payment for the thief job." She reached in her coat and pulled out the money and slid it across the table. Thank god both the streets are deserted or we would have been getting questions about the 150,000 in cash sitting on the table. I handed her the choker and picked up the money and stuffed it in the backpack I picked up from across the street. I stood and with backpack firmly in place. I walked away with nothing but wave and said,
"Farewell Sasha Rovnaski. You know how to contact me if you have another job." With that said I walked to the airport where my contacts have a first class seat and no security scans to Tokyo Japan.
Then from there it was a short drive to Karakura town, my former home and new found hell.
I had no idea that when I arrived I would participate in another already ongoing war. I had no idea that on the way there I would gain powers, both new and old.
After all, I am Fates favorite toy to fuck with.
Hoped you enjoyed chapter 1! Shiro and Zangetsu get a breif scene in the nest chpter!
Stay tuned and find what happens next time on
Crystal Tears and Bloody Tigers
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