A/N: Yay~ I'm starting on that Bleach story that's been stuck in my head for months now. Which, by the way, I haven't even been writing in months so I guess that's the best part. And the only reason I got two chapters out of two days is because I've been sitting in my bed with an injury for the past month. D: It's not even healed yet either. . . D:
Eventual Grimmjow/OC, Questions and constructive criticism welcome. Happy Reading~
Disclaimer: I don't own original material (anything pertaining to Bleach), I only own my ideas and characters.
Chapter 1
She walked with a slight limp, arms crossed and completely ignoring the pleading girl beside her.
"I said I was sorry!" The girl wined, turning on her heal and walking backwards facing the limping girl. Still, she said nothing, merely taking a glance at the other girl and stubbornly looking to the side.
"Oh come on! Please talk to me; I said I was sorry didn't I? Doesn't that count?" She said, getting close to her face and trying to peer in the other girl's eyes.
She took another glance at her and sighed. "Fine." She huffed, uncrossing her arms. "But one question, how exactly did you manage to trip?"
The other girl grinned, spinning back into place beside her. "I told you, it was a rock."
"Yeah, right . . ." The other girl said slowly, recalling the events from the other day.
"I am so gonna beat you!" Satomi shouted, passing the other teen in front of her.
Her arms and legs pumping, her breathing getting faster; she could barely keep up. "It's not fair! I started before you!" Kimiko panted as she caught up to Satomi, running side by side.
"Too bad!" The other girl said with a teasing grin. As usual, Kimiko had went jogging with her cross-country team, and just as she was about to finish her run, Satomi had joined up. The team always passed her apartment during the last stretch, but today Satomi had been running late.
"I'm going to b-" Satomi shrieked slightly as her foot caught on something; she tumbled down and rolled to prevent injury. Kimiko's foot nicked the other girl's spinning leg and collapsed as well. Both rolled and twisted on the pavement, scraping their bodies on the way.
When they finally came to a stop, the entire team were hovering over them, asking if they were okay and helping them up.
"My ankle, I think it's twisted." Kimiko said through gritted teeth, lifting up off the ground.
"Well, it's no surprise you're injured with the way you two were sprinting so carelessly." A deep voice scolded.
"Sorry, Coach." The two girls chimed in sheepishly.
"Well, can you get home?" He asked.
"She can wait at my place." Satomi said quickly, interrupting Kimiko and pointing to the building she just came out of.
The coach looked over to Kimiko, "That okay?" She nodded in answer. "Okay, go inside and put some ice on that so it doesn't swell. You too Satomi, go with her and take care of those scrapes."
"No way! Come on coach, I haven't even started running yet, can I finish first, please!" She begged, clasping her hands and putting them up to her face.
The coach rolled his eyes, "Fine, but don't complain to me when you end up sore tomorrow. Let's go everybody, let's finish that last half mile!" He started off again, jogging to the front of the pack, before the rest of the team followed.
"Sorry about that, Miko-chan, I'll make it up to you!" Satomi shouted with a wave before turning around. Kimiko just stared after her with a disgruntled expression, then she turned around and began limping toward her best friend's house.
She sighed, well, it could have been worse, and at least it's only a twisted ankle.
"Hey, I gotta get going, my parents have to give me some cash so I can go look for a present for my cousin's birthday." Kimiko said, looking over at her friend.
"Ooh, can I come?" She asked excitedly.
Kimiko laughed, "You got a lot homework remember. I did mine during lunch and in class. But I doubt I'll be all day, I'll see you later, okay." Satomi huffed but nonetheless gave her friend a hug.
"Later!" Satomi shouted, waving as she walked towards her house. Kimiko turned around and began walking toward the building her parents worked at. They lived in a big city, a metropolitan, with skyscrapers and no real houses. She hated it, she always hated big cities, but her parents had important jobs, so they had to move.
It was nearly a fifteen minute walk, and she was lucky her high school wasn't that far away. Kimiko walked through the revolving doors and headed toward the main desk.
"Hi Takana-san." She gave a slight wave in greeting to the woman behind the desk.
The brunette looked up and smiled, "Oh, hello Kimiko-chan, your mother's waiting for you in her office."
Kimiko returned the smile, "Thanks, bye Takana-san!" The woman nodded at her as she turned around and headed toward the elevator. She saw the door beginning to close so she quickly rushed inside. She set her school bad down after she pressed the button for the twentieth floor. There was only one other man in the elevator, but she paid him no mind.
Once the elevator stopped at her floor, she stepped out and heard the door close behind her. When she arrived at her mother's office she just walked in, not bothering to knock.
"Hey, Mom!" She said, slightly louder to get her attention. Her mother looked up from her laptop and smiled.
"Hey, Honey. I've got work to do so I can't talk for long."
"Yeah, that's fine, I just need the cash and I'll be outta your way." Her mother nodded and reached under the desk to find her purse.
"Here, this should be enough to find something nice for her." After digging in her purse she handed over a generous amount of money.
Kimiko smiled, "Thanks, can I leave my bag here so I don't have to carry it around all day?"
"Sure, hon." She asked, slightly distracted as she looked back to her laptop.
"Okay, I'll see you at home. Love ya!" She smiled and waved before dropping her bag against the wall next to the door, then moving out of the office and making her way down the hall to the elevator.
A sudden banging sound caused her to jump, she whirled around only to find a blur of black and brown crashing into her. Kimiko smashed to the ground, her head bashing against the floor with a crack. She groaned and rolled to her side, pushing one hand against the floor while her other cradled her head.
She was suddenly grabbed by the arm and hauled up to rest against the man who ran into her, his arm around her throat. She winced at the fast movement as her vision blurred. When her surroundings came clear to her, so did the situation. Her eyes widened when she realized she was nearly surrounded my people in uniforms. Her eyes focused on the writing on their vests, and a chill ran up her spin when she saw NPA written clearly in big, white letters.
National Police Agency, or NPA*, are only called when emergencies arise, where they then take control of the police forces.
She suddenly realized the hallway was now empty of civilians and a half moon of officers was surrounding her and the man behind her, all weapons drawn.
"Don't come any closer or I'll shoot!" Shouted the man franticly as the choke hold on her neck tightened. She nearly passed out when she felt cold metal against the side of her head. She was panicking, and missed the soothing words of the negotiator. She watched as all the officers slowly lowered their weapons but kept a close eye on her and the man.
Her eyes darted around her, taking in everything, and saw the door to the stairwell where the man most likely came from and more officers in vests coming their way from down the hall. Kimiko closed her eyes and tried to drone out the sounds of frazzled shouts and slow, calm voices to avoid even more panic.
That probably wouldn't do any good in this kind of situation, even as she began to feel tears roll down her cheeks. Her eyes opened when she heard the yells of the man becoming more desperate. She missed the entire negation, but she could tell things weren't going good, just from the alarmed expressions in front of her.
"I'M GOING TO SHOOT HER, THEM I'M GOINT TO SHOOT MYSELF!" The man shouted, the tone in his voice bridging on insanity.
"NO, WAIT!" The panicked voice of the negotiator yelled, his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. All the officers raised their guns as the slow clicking sound of the gun echoed in the hallway.
BANG!
She opened her eyes with a blood curdling scream.
A/N: Yeah, I know, real original, huh. -_- But considering the fact that I was just gonna find a way to push her out of a window, I think this works at least a little better. :D
* NPA – Basically the Japanese equivalent of the FBI.