Title: Untitled Preface
Author: Me! XD
Rating: M
Beta: I tried. XP~
Warnings: Yaoi, Adult content, adult language, violence, sex and gore.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo. I'm just borrowing.
Summary: Hitsugaya Toshiro thought college life would be simple. Not a chance. Now he has to deal with his lust for a certain Strawberry roommate who's more than he appears, and his abilities as a necromancer to impress Karakura's nighttime residents.
A/N: Okay, here's the thing. I cross-referenced a bunch of vampire/zombie/monster media -(everything from Rice to Hamilton to Meier to Butcher to Rosario+vampire)- because I wanted to start a really good AU fiction for Ichigo and Hitsugaya. So after learning about the various bad-ass heroes and the sheer volume of how many monsters that could possibly be out there, I managed to squeeze this little drabble out. I first posted it on the IchiHitsu community on Livejournal, and there was some welcome to it. Now I turn to the fans on . Lately, I've been getting the urge to write more of this. Do you think it has a future? Please read on! -Bows-
Prologue - Exordium
I reeked. I was rancid. I was stained. Hence, without any other priority in mind, I stepped into the shower almost immediately after walking across the threshold of the bathroom door, and almost with all of my clothes still on. They were ruined beyond repair, so there was no point trying to save them, another school uniform tossed to the rats(you'll understand that pun later). Stuffed into a tiny chamber with several unrecognizable eviscerated corpses, ground littered with rat feces, and in the air, the unmistakable scent of rot and gore, yes, it was most definitely time to get that stench washed out of my skin and hair. I think I might scrub myself until I bleed.
You're wondering how I got into this disgusting predicament, aren't you? It would be complicated if I told you this situation, like opening a fairytale with the end of an epic battle instead of "once upon a time." Except this story is rated for the.. mature crowd that aren't faint of heart. A bath tub is an odd place for storytelling, I admit, but I'd rather you catch up with the current story now. You could have an unfortunate accident by running into them, or worse - me. Allow me to give you an introduction of sorts.
You might have heard of me, or better yet my parents and relatives; the Hitsugaya family. Owners of several international corporations, giving donations to several charity organizations, and loving wife and husband, it's only natural that they have me, Hitsugaya Tohsiro, child prodigy and genius extraordinaire. A bit lavish? Let me simplify. I look like I'm nine, my actual age is fourteen, and I'm a freshman at Karakura University. As for my appearance, being vertically challenged has its perks, but is often more of a nuisance. Health advisory: don't say that I'm short to my face. My roommate made that error, and my reflex was to punched him in the jaw. It was a great shiner, as expected since I'm a black belt in karate, and my kendo classes are running quite smoothly at school.
People expect me to take over for my parents, but they, as well as I, know that isn't the case. A therapist, perhaps with my own office or at a mental institution, I haven't decided. Ever since taking my Intelligence Quotient examination at a young age, I aspired to learn as many things as possible about various subjects, and I rather liked the effect it has on others around me. A perfect example would present itself as my extremely hot roommate. I swear on my life, he's becoming my personal guinea pig when we graduate.
Didn't know I was into guys? Yeah... I'm just barely coming off of puberty -it comes late for us Hitsugaya's- and my high IQ has, unfortunately, no claim in choosing who I'm attracted to. Yet another prime example; Kurosaki Ichigo, my roommate.
He isn't a total idiot, but he isn't the brightest crayon in the box, either(pun intended). He's an artist, and quite talented, far different than what his family actually does. Ever hear of the Kurosaki Clinic? That is a clinic run by his father, someone who has quite the college resume and an impeccable record. Ichigo is a minor in nursing, and often has to help his sisters when their father is away to seminars and lectures, but that's as close as he gets. I'd drown any day just to get him to kiss me, but the thing is, despite the highly developed skills of my IQ, I can't tell if he's gay or straight. It's all mixed signals to me. But we'll elaborate on this progression later.
So to summarize, I'm a rich genius majoring in psychology, lusting after Nurse Ichigo. Just starting college and bunking with a walking wet dream, I thought my life couldn't get anymore interesting. Fangirls and schoolwork alike, I look upon them now with misty, water-colored nostalgia.
I've never been one for believing in the supernatural. Spirits, like ghosts, would be as far as I would go. The hocus-pocus of witches and the waking dead was nothing but Hollywood's idea of a cheesy B movie. Even as a child, I figured the monsters in my closet and under my bed were merely a figment of my parents' imagination. They liked to tell me scary stories to try and scare me, but each and every one of them failed.
Soaking here in the bath, under a scorching cascade of water and soap, I wish I wouldn't have brushed them off so easily... Various sources of information on the things that go bump in the night could have proven useful for my first encounter with a vampire... And I've found that, lately, as in starting the summer just before I entered the university, dead animals -be it roadkill or a hit-and-run- like to peel themselves off the ground and follow me. Only for a certain distance, then they flopped back down after a block or two, once again lifeless. And it's strange when Ichigo tells me my hands are always cold.
All of this, is only the very beginning. Where my fate leads me, I have no idea. Welcome to my odd life, my cold power, and my strawberry death.
EDIT: This is the start of a major overhaul. When my edits are done, I will give the chapter a name and replace it so you can tell I've changed it. Please continue to support me and my writing with reviews, favorites and alerts. Thank you. -Bows-
