This lovely creation comes from a RP between me and InnerBeast. Ya best all be checking out their profile~ 'cause without them this wouldn't be here…
Hope that makes sense. x3
He wiped the blood from his lips and pocketed the now stained cloth. His victim, a nineteen or twenty year old woman, lay dead on the gravel at his feet. The moon shone brightly, reflecting cold death in both the woman and his eyes.
Except his held the signs of ancient wisdom.
Ichigo turned from the scene and made his way out of the alley. He knew someone would discover the body, but none would know his fingerprints if they'd happened to find any.
Ichigo faced the moon, breathing in the night's fresh air, when shuffling was heard. His eyes flicked to the man approaching him. Ichigo turned pale when touched by moonlight, but he hardly compared to this stranger's glowing skin. He stepped towards the man, mesmerized by the strange glow, and was fazed when the man flinched away in fear.
The stranger's eyes, bright gold, widened in terror as Ichigo approached him. Ichigo broke free of the enticing trance the stranger put him under and realised just how bad things really looked. He was slowly approaching this man like some sort of animal while a bloodied and beaten body lay no more than a meter away.
And to make things worse… "K-Kurosaki?" …the stranger knew who he was.
Ichigo took his hands and pinned him against the wall. He thanked god that he'd just eaten because of how pleasantly addicting his classmate's scent was. Ichigo leaned in to his ear and whispered, "Go home, Shiro. Forget you saw this. Forget I was here."
Shiro's resistance faded. Fear fled from his eyes and his golden orbs dimmed lazily.
"You went out for some fresh air, never saw me, never saw her…" He murmured sweetly. "Go home."
Ichigo took three steps back. Shiro wobbled and took two forward. He walked away slowly, movements sluggish and robot-like, his expression calm and vacant. Ichigo could feel a headache coming along. He went home quickly, locking the door without a word.
Ichigo threw himself on his bed, heart beating at a slightly fast pace. "I can't believe it…" He murmured.
He glanced at the clock, 12:33 am…
"Of all people… Why, why him? What was Shiro doing out so late?" Ichigo stared at the ceiling. He pictured the way Shiro's skin shone, the way his eyes sparkled, how his smell invaded every one of Ichigo's senses, how his voice shook him to the bone…
Ichigo shuddered.
"The moon says it all, but I still can't believe it." He rolled over, tucking his head into the pillow. "Shirosaki isn't… he's not like me at all. He's kind, he's smart, he cares about everyone… and yet, we're so alike. The two of us, dark souls…"
Ichigo punched the pillow. "Fate you are a cruel bitch… he is not of my world, and yet you want him to be mine. Keep it together, Ichigo. If he finds out about you he'll freak. If he joins your world his whole future will be lost. You can't have him, you can't let him fall..."
So, there's the Prologue…
Chapter One will be longer, I swear! x3
If you like where this is headed, stay tuned!
Otherwise, well, thanks for reading!