Prologue

Edinburgh, UK

July 7th, 2013

I shut the flat door quickly then I found myself running down the narrow staircase as fast as I could. My hands pushed aside the door, my last obstacle in that crazy race. Outside, the cold wind hit me, but I chose to ignore it and went searching for my bike. But it was nowhere to be found. Arseholes. It was the third time they had stolen my bike! Well, I couldn't have left that stop me.

Name: Kurosaki Ichigo. Age: 25 years old. Hair color: orange. Eye color: brown. Height: 5'11''. Weight: 145 lbs. Current occupation: writer. Hobby: photography.

That day I had to go to my editor's place to give him the manuscript and unfortunately he was living on the other side of the city. I should have arrived there at 3 pm and it was already 2:30 pm so I decided it was time for me to take a shortcut. I turned left, entering a narrow alley, my feet were running at full speed, my hands were wrapped around my manuscript tightly. If only I had my bike!

It wasn't a very crowded place, but still, there were in there and I had to avoid them all, which, by the way, wasn't simple. You know, when you are in a rush you don't really pay attention to details and that's what happened to me too that time.

"BOO!" as I was running a pale stranger dressed in a black hoodie jumped in front of me shouting. I yelped and my body involuntary stepped back, my hands in the air. My manuscript! Hundreds of pages were floating in the air as my eyes watched with stupor the scene. The rude teen walked away without even apologizing and my head turned to look at his back. His slim figure was shaking furiously while a crazy laughter escaped his lips. Annoyed I started to pick up my pages which had fallen to the ground. When I finally managed to do it, I started to run again, mentally cursing that pale teen. What I didn't know was that I forgot something...

The wind was blowing harshly and the clouds were hostile, pressing the Edinburgh city. It was another gloomy day of July, where the hot yet humid air continues to suffocate the inhabitants. Edinburgh was a beautiful city, without any doubt, only that the weather can be a real pain in the arse. Or at least that was what hethought.

The man was walking casually when he saw the carrot top running as if he were on a race. He was holding a manuscript at his chest so he decided to give him a little scare. His face had been priceless and the pale stranger left the writer without even carrying about his papers. He knew that the bastard would pick them up anyway and he didn't want to help. He was too busy to wander around to help him.

Another cold breeze hit his back and he could hear something rustling near him. The pale man turned to look behind and all he could see was a page. He picked it up and read it. My, my. If that wasn't interesting. He grinned madly and took a taxi. Somehow, he got the feeling that was only the beginning of something ten times more complex. If only he knew...!

I'm writing this for my sister, Darky-chan, so that we will always remember about today. Today as we were heading home a total stranger jumped in front of us shouting like an idiot, obviously, scaring us shitless. That's why I have started to write this fanfic although I still have so many to take care of. Sorry, guys. :D

Anyway, hope ya'll like.