Treasured blood
Disclaimer : I do not, nor will I ever, own Bleach. I make no profits with these FanFictions. However, I do enjoy playing with the characters. :D
Author's Note : Here's the new story I told you about. Hope you like it, please review.
Chapter 1
Hichigo pov
A twisted grin played along his lips as he stood staring at his work. Two men on the floor eyes slowly fogging over, fear still burning deep in them as blood loss stole them away. Next he trailed his fingers through the blood pooling in the tile. 'Use me once I'll use you, cut me twice our blood shall mix,' once again he filled a large glass with what blood he could then trailed the flames of a small blowtorch over his blood written words. Never would he be caught. He cackled as he noticed one of the bodies twitch.
"Still 'live are ye' there kiddie?"
No reply. Hichi grinned and flipped the smaller of the men a few times with his foot before stomping hard on the man's chest. Emerald eyes shot open and blood spewed from his mouth.
"You used to be quite the sight, or did you forget? The same way the old you was forgotten on your resume. Got tired of it so ya became a judge another twister political stunt. Tried to get me caught."
Emerald began to lace with fear and panic again as Hich sliced the smaller's neck using two seraded knives angled together. As he left the room he couldn't help but giggle as he pulled a nearby fire alarm.
Ichigo pov
Ichigo held his breath as he hid in his room. His dad was pounding on the wood door to his room. He was drunk and angry, that was never a good thing. Ichigo grabbed the bag he had filled with money, food, and clothes and slid out his back window. Just as he slid through the bushes the door to his room gave way. Ichigo ran as fast as he could soon hitting a busy highway. He waved down the first car he saw and was thankful it stopped. It was a solid white 1969 Camaro with white wall tires and solid black leather interior.
The man inside was almost as white as his car and his eyes were gold on black. A small smear of red was under his left eye.
Normal pov
As the car pulled away Ichigo was almost too busy staring to notice they pulled over again and the albino was staring expectantly.
"Well?" He said and his voice felt like honey to the teen.
Ichigo shivered and hugged his backpack.
"What ya doin' wavin' down random cars on the highway what if I was a pedo or somethin? You're what fifteen?"
Ichigo nodded slowly as he was scolded by a stranger.
"I-i had no choice. My father was-" Ichigo teared up as he climbed out of the car.
The albino climbed out of his car and sighed. He kneeled down to be face to face with Ichigo. Ichigo closed his eyes ready to be hit and flinched back when a hand swiped a tear away.
"Alright, where am I takin' you sweetheart?"
Ichigo stared at the other in shock then frowned.
"I-i dunno. Umm mister what is that red stuff?"
Hichigo pov
"Red stuff?"
The teen just nodded and touched his cheek.
"I-is this blood?"
Shiro sighed and looked around. With noone passing by he nodded and wiped the remains on his sleeve. Ichigo giggled looking at his hand. Red staining his fingers.
"So you hurt someone? Did you hurt them bad? Did they die?"
Shiro grinned at the questions and couldn't help but notice excitement creeping through the smaller's eyes. Shiro ruffled Ichigo's hair as he lead him back to the car.
"How would you feel if that blood was from a man that is now dead in his home with no trace that I was ever there?"
Ichigo giggled as the image of the albino played through his mind. Blood splayed across his clothes and clashing with the man's white skin.
"So you kill people and can't be caught?" Ichigo asked as he climbed into the car. Shiro smiled sweetly at the smaller male.
"I can be caught if anyone ever lived long enough to prove it," Shiro grinned more. It had been a long time since he had met someone who got excited about murder like he did.
"So what's your name kiddie?"
"Ichigo"
"Awww, you have a girl's name. That's so cute," Shiro drawled as he pulled into the driveway of his home.
Ichigo glared at the larger till he noticed a large house coming into sight. His mouth fell open as he stared up at the three story house. Huge elaborately made doors littered with little orange flowers on long twirling vines. surrounded by white brick and each floor had tall arched windows. The house looked like it was owned by a millionaire. He chanced a glance at the car door only to jump as it was pulled open. He looked up at the grinning albino and climbed out of the car. He was lead into the house and couldn't help but smile.