For a friend, ONLY BLEACH FANFIC I WILL WRITE FOR A LONG TIME
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BLEACH!
Ichigo was sound asleep, safe in his room, or so he thought. The door creaked open slightly to show, Ulquiorra, his hand gripping his sword.
'Tonight will be your last night, Ichigo Kurosaki… baka-yara…' he smirked.
He walked, slowly, up to the sleeping Soul Reaper, hand out ready to stab his hand through his throat.
"Ranza del relampago." He calmly spoke, his words cutting through the air.
"Huh? Ulquiorra?" Ichigo awoke confused, meeting a spear in his face.
His screams were the only sound in the entire house. Ulquiorra laughed, stabbing him, Ichigo's blood littering the bed, floor and walls. Ulquiorra swiftly cut his stomach open, and ripped the spleen out, shoving it down his throat.
Then, he jumped onto Ichigo's bloodied body and did the big gay dance
FIN
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