Helloha, Readers! Well because I have a problem with thinking of too much plots at a time before I even finish a story, but this plot came out unintentionally thought of! I was dropping my father at the airport and the idea just came to me! So, I was wondering how this story sounded and I ended up putting it up! I'm not sure how it is, but I hope that you guys will please review and tell me how it is! Pretty Please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
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Hijacked Hearts
Chapter 1: Oh Shit
Clank. Roll. Clank. Roll. Clank.
The sound of her heels hitting the nearly spotless granite and the slight rolling of her small plum colored suitcase sounded through her ears. She glided across the granite floors with such grace and elegance she looked as if she were simply floating on air. Random people stopped their conversations, some looked up from newspapers, and small children even stopped wailing in their mother's cooing arms just to get a glance at the young woman as she made her way to her destination.
The nearest Starbucks.
The young woman stopped in front of the ebony granite of the counter top. She tipped the edge of her large sunglasses on to the bridge of her nose, revealing the most alluring amethyst eyes that anyone had ever seen. She looked up at the menu, her eyes scanning the different drinks through her thick eyelashes. The cashier/barista was currently turned around, rinsing out a blender that had been used to create some random drink that was on the menu. When the young woman turned around to greet her next customer, her jaw dropped, the strawberry lollipop she had been sucking on, falling out of her mouth.
Oh my God. I think I just turned lesbian. The young woman thought as she stared at the beauty in front of her. She watched as the woman looked up at the menu, and then looked straight at her, her eyes stopping the young cashier's breathing.
"Excuse me?" The purple eyed woman asked, trying to get the cashier to snap out of the trance she was in. Her silky feminine voice bringing the cashier out of her daydreaming, the woman blinked, her face turning a small twinge of pink.
"I-I'm sorry," The cashier stuttered, "What can I get for you today?"
"Can I get a tall peppermint hot chocolate, please?"
"Sure," The cashier started inputting her order in to the register computer, "Will that be all?"
"Yes."
"Okay, one tall peppermint hot chocolate? $3.50, please." The cashier said, secretly cursing herself for making such a beautiful woman pay such an outrages amount for a cup of hot chocolate. The said beautiful woman, handed the cashier exact change.
"Can I get a name?" asked the cashier, happy to learn name of the lady that just changed her sexuality forever. The young woman looked up at the cashier and gave her a brilliant smile that would be able to melt the hearts of even the coldest people in the world.
"Rukia."
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"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time old man, there's no one here!"
The outburst of a very handsome orange haired man forced the heads of people to jump slightly, turning to see who the man was yelling at. Of course, there wasn't any physical person there, the man had been yelling into his cell phone for the past five minutes.
"What? No, I'm not blind! You're the closest of becoming blind, you ancient piece of…" The man stopped abruptly, turning his head around to see the unwavering stares of people looking at him as if he were crazy. His amber eyes narrowed at the people, who jumped, quickly turning their gazes away from him as he sat back comfortably in his chair to continue his conversation.
"I didn't say anything!" His voice now quitter than before, "You know what? Forget it, I'll call you again when I land!" He angrily snapped his phone shut, mentally reminding himself that when he landed back in Japan to beat the old man to a pulp. Just because the old man was his boss, did not mean that he could bash him with insults as much as he liked.
The man sighed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. His head pulsated, signaling that an ever present headache would grace him with its presence. He snapped back up, stuck his hand in the pocket of his carry-on and pulled out a small container of ibuprofen. He opened the container, shook out two small pills and popped them in his mouth. He held the pills in his mouth, grabbing an almost empty bottle of water and taking a swig of the lukewarm liquid.
He grimaced, finishing off the bottle. No more water for him unless he wanted to waste money on overly priced water. Seriously, no one wants to pay like $3 for a bottle of water that was normally priced at less than a dollar at convenience stores. He turned around to look for a recycling bin, but all he saw were hundreds of drab seats occupied with people. He saw the usual family of four chatting happily about seeing their grandparents, scruffy men with laptops on their laps, and the usual creep who watched young college girls out of the corner of his eyes.
Then his eyes lay on the back of a small woman, whose airport fashion seemed to look almost pirate like to him, standing in front of the counter of the Starbucks. From behind, he could see the flowy brown vest thrown over her loose white long sleeves, her black tights making a stunning contrast with her knee high boots. He watched as saw the cashier turned around, the lollipop she had in her mouth falling to the ground as she gaped at the woman in front of her. Ha, she's probably so ugly she stopped the cashier from breathing. Poor cashier will probably have nightmares. He mused in thought, turning back around in his seat.
"We will start boarding flight 569 to Tokyo, Japan soon. Passengers, please make your way to gate thirteen."
The deep male voice rang through the intercom, making the young man look up fruitlessly knowing he wouldn't be able to see the origin of the voice.
That was his flight.
The man stood up, throwing his beat-up backpack over his shoulder. He twisted his neck, hearing the satisfying crack of bones as he stretched himself out after sitting in the uncomfortable seat for three hours. Then he walked his way past crowded chairs of people and luggage to gate thirteen.
When he got to his gate he made his way to the back of the line. And it was not a short line. This was going to me one of those loud annoying flights complete with crying children and people with sensitive stomachs. He could already see one of the female passengers, biting her nails nervously as she turned a light shade of green.
'I swear that lady better not be sitting in back of me,' the said woman abruptly covered her mouth and ran for it, making him scowl deeper than he already was, 'Or next to me.'
"We'll be boarding unaccompanied minors, families with small children, and handicap first, so if you fit in any of those categories, please make your way to the front of the line and have your boarding pass and passports out." One of the gate attendants announced over the loud mumbling of the people in line. The man overheard the grumblings of some impatient people as they grumbled on about how it was unfair that only people in those categories could go in first.
Out of total boredom, the man looked ahead of him watching the people that went to the front of line and who were already boarding the plane. He saw every category of persons the attendant called, but there was one thing that struck him as odd.
The back of the woman he had seen at Starbucks earlier, made her way to the front of the line. He watched carefully as the woman, who didn't fit in either one of those categories, showed her boarding pass and passport, earning a nod from the attendant. Then the woman disappeared as fast as she came into the passenger bridge.
"That youngster doesn't fit in those categories!" He heard one of the elderly men complain to his friend, but the friend just gaped at him, swatting his shoulder slightly.
"Are you kidding, Gerald? Did you even see her? She's a beauty! She can do what she wants! I'd wait hours just for her!" The elderly man's companion gave a hearty chuckle with a dreamy smile, reminiscing about the so called, 'beauty.'
The elderly man, he guessed was Gerald, frowned, "Really? Are you sure? You, the most impatient man in the whole world, would wait hours just for that lady? Damn, she must've been a looker."
The companion laughed again, patting his now depressed friend's back, "Oh, don't worry, Bobbie, I'm sure you'll get to see her on the flight!"
Gerald perked up, laughing, "Yeah, maybe! And if she is the beauty you say, maybe she'll take a picture with this old man!"
'Eww. That's a bit sick.' The orange haired man thought, eyeing the men with a suspicious look and a grossed out one. He did not want to deal with molestation on his flight home. The elderly men that he would keep an eye on moved forward, finally to the gate attendants, passing in their tickets and making their way down the bridge. The man gave the two creepy old men one last look before walking in front of the young female attendant.
"Ticket and passport please." Her cheeks flushed with color as she looked at the handsome man in front of her.
The young man passed in the requested items, his hands bumping into the attendant's hand, startling her. She gave him an apologetic look as she took a look at his passport and ticket.
"Ichigo Kurosaki?" She asked in a timid voice, handing him back his stuff.
"Yeah. What about it?" He gave her a bored tone, making her blush more. It may have sounded bored, but it was hot as hell.
"O-Oh, nothing. Have a nice flight." The attendant bowed slightly, her chest pounding with excitement.
"Thanks." Was all he said as he walked his way down the bridge. From behind him, he could hear a small commotion, but didn't bother turning around. He heard things like, "Oh my gosh! Courtney! Are you alright?" "Did you see him? He was hotter than my mother's enchiladas!" The sentences came in one ear and out the other, making him yawn. He heard those sort of things everywhere and it was tiring having people swooning over him so much. You know, if they didn't think he was a delinquent.
"Welcome, watch your step." Ichigo looked at the flight attendants, giving them a slight nod as he stepped over the protruding space between the airplane and the bridge and stepped into the cabin. An airplane was something far from new to him. He's used them so much in his line of work that they didn't fascinate him at all. Nothing about worn out blue cushioned chairs, small windows, airplane food, and barf bags fascinated him at all, none what so ever.
He looked at his ticket for the seat number, 15H. The seat he knew was a two seater next to the window, and he knew for a fact he had the window seat. Oh how he loathed the window seat. It was just playing uncomfortable, no leg room, you had to literally climb over a person just to get to the aisle, and little kids loved window seat, which only brought him the constant kicking on the back of his seat.
Scowling hard, he pushed his way to the area his seat was supposed to be in, praying that he wasn't sitting with anyone so he could take up the two chairs for himself. His eyes scanned the airplane and then his eyes landed on the seats of 14H and 15H. Then he scowled harder.
There was someone sitting in the seat next to him.
From his view point, all he could see was a small part of raven hair. With such little to go on, he could tell the person was pretty small, since he couldn't see the rest of the person. 'Crap. An unaccompanied minor? Those are just as bad as creepy old ladies. You have got to be kidding me.'
After the amount of people in front of him dispersed in to their respective seats, he trudged forward with heavy feet. If he was lucky he didn't have to look at the person and make eye contact because those were the things that took a way quiet plane rides. The person would be lonely and talk for the what, over ten hours? Ten hours of a person talking was not fun or enjoyable, especially if it was an older lady that would have the 'hots' for him.
He made his way to the seat, not bothering to look at the person in the seat as he opened the baggage storage above. He nosily took his backpack off and pushed it into the tight compartment, that his current 'companion' had taken up most of the room of. He nearly swore, when the stupid backpack wouldn't fit, he then gave one final shove, his bag finally going in. But, not before having a small carry-on fall out, hitting his companion straight in the head.
"Oww! What the hell are you doing?" The voice screeched at him, furiously. It was definitely female and very angry.
Oh shit.
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Okay, so finally done with this. So, I have a problem and come out with too much things, so hope you guys will bear with me! I just wanted to see how this story would do, so I hope that if you guys like it and want it continued, then you guys would pretty please review and tell me how it is! Pretty Please and Thank You!