Only two weeks into the New Year had passed and Ichigo had already broken his first resolution: Don't kill anyone. Ichigo Kurosaki looked down at the body that lay at his feet. The raven lay face down in a pool of his own blood, a gun laying just out of his reach. Ichigo stepped back and put his own gun back into its holster, pulling his vest back in place to cover it up. Shaking his head, he turned and walked out of the large hotel into the bright sunlight. Hurrying to his silver and red Hummer HHR, he jumped in the driver's side and started the engine, pulling away as if nothing happened.
Going back to his apartment, Ichigo calmly cleaned his gun and wiped it down. It wouldn't take long before the raven was found by one of the housekeepers. He couldn't believe things had worked out this way. After taking every precaution to leave his old life behind and start over, the raven had managed to find him. Ichigo had changed his name and moved to another town, picking the biggest city to get lost in. He never thought his former friend and partner would find him so easily.
"What do you want, Ginjou?" Ichigo asked, once he reached his former friend's hotel room.
"I have a job for you," the man told him. Ichigo turned around and went back towards the door.
"I don't do that anymore," he stated. A soft click from behind him made him freeze in his tracks. Turning around he saw a gun pointing at him.
"Would you rather Rukia find out you're still alive?" Ginjou asked flatly. "The man who murdered her only brother?"
"She doesn't need to know," Ichigo growled before reaching back to open the door.
"Do the job or die," Ginjou stated. "Your choice, my friend." Ichigo's eyes went wide at that.
"I refuse," he said. "Find someone else."
"Then die," the raven deadpanned. Before he could pull the trigger, Ichigo yanked his own gun out and shot him, a silencer already in place. Ginjou's face held a shocked look before he fell to his knees on the plush carpeting. A moment more and he was face down, blood pouring from the wound in his head.
Shaking his head at the memory, Ichigo stood up and placed his gun in its holster. Picking up his bag, he threw what little belongings he kept into it before zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Taking a last look around, he went out the door back to his SUV, tossing the bag into the back. Climbing into the driver's seat he blew out a breath and sighed.
"Looks like it's time to start over again." he muttered before driving away, leaving yet another life behind him.
A/N: This was for a prompt challenge I did. I hope you all like it and will read and review! Also let me know your thoughts on whether I should keep it this way or make it longer. Any and all comments are welcome! Any flames will be used to melt the marshmallows for my s'mores! Ja ne!