Chapter 2: Night Before the Reckoning
Sorry about the long wait I got laid off and I've been busy looking for a new job, haven't found one yet : / but I've had a couple interviews. And besides that school has started and all this family stuff so I'm back to writing again. But some good news is I might have an idea for witness protection so I'll keep you guys updated on that but I will finish this story first.
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. Credit goes to Tite Kubo.
Toshiro walked through the streets of the empty city. He had been released on his own recon several hours after his hearing, but he put off returning "home" just in case they would have followed him. The cops weren't that stupid, they knew there were others involved, but they didn't know who they were and where they lived. A sudden breeze caused Toshiro to put his hood up. It was very chilly tonight. There was hardly anyone walking the streets tonight, but that was to but expected. You would have to be crazy to walk there streets alone at night. There was so much crime in this part of the city; after the sun sets the streets were ruled by gangs and drug dealers. When he finally approached the house, he walked in to find Renji sitting on the couch.
Renji turned his attention to the door, to see who had just walked in. Upon seeing Toshiro he jumped up as if he had seen a ghost. "Toshiro?"
"Yea." Was the teen's response. He wasn't a person of many words unlike the red head. He rarely spoke to anyone. He then walked over to sit on the couch and Renji joined him.
"Dude, we all thought they sent you away; I mean you were gone so damn long, so what did they give ya. Probation or community service?" The red head laughed. "I swear when will they ever learn you ain't going change for nobody."
"Six months of therapy." Toshiro answered as the stress of the day finally settled in, the teen wasn't stupid the judge had had enough of him, this was the last straw. His moves in therapy would determine how he lived the rest of his life.
"Therapy?" Renji restated. "That's new, but hell it could have been a lot worse all you gotta do is try out your acting skills."
"Yea, but it's worse than it sounds, but after six months of this shit I'm done with it." Toshiro stated. "Well anyway I need to talk to Kenpachi, it ain't safe for me to be hanging 'round here with the damn cops and my therapists checking in on me."
"I think he's downstairs sparring. Are you leaving for good?" Renji asked with a bit of worry in his voice. Even thought Toshiro was a cold individual, he was still family and it hurts to see your family walk away.
"Nah, it'll only be until this therapy shit is over with, I'll be back."
"So where you thinking of staying?" Renji looked concerned this was home or the close thing to it that any of them had.
"That's why I wanted to talk to Kenpachi, he's got connections, and maybe he could hook me up with a place." Toshiro sighed. He really didn't really want to leave, but there wasn't many options there for him.
"So when you gotta see this therapist anyway?"
"Tomorrow at ten. It sucks, I think I would have preferred community service or probation over this any day. Therapy is gonna be rough." Toshiro said with a sigh.
"Just skip it, I mean what's the worse they can do ya." Renji drunkenly stated. The alcohol from earlier was starting to hit him now.
"They are gonna send me to jail…" Toshiro's voice fated a bit, as if the whole reality of just how much he screwed up this time hit him like a ton of bricks. He would never admit it, but he was really starting to get scared.
"How long?" Renji himself was surprised the judge was willing to go that far, they never hurt no one, they did what they had to, to get by.
"Up to twenty years maybe longer…no probably longer."
"Is there any way to lessen your sentence? I mean that's a bit much for a petty theft charge. I mean you're still just a freaking kid. Just what the hell was that damn judge thinking giving you that much time?"
" I dunno… they told me if I turned you guys in, I might get less time, but I would never betray my family. Cuz if you can't trust your family who can you trust? I might as well get this therapy shit over with, it doesn't sound too bad, but for tonight I don't wanna think bout it." With that said Toshiro pulled out a bowl and a dime bag out of his pocket, while Renji grab the bottle of Sake.
For tonight the teen would be free of his worries for a while. In the morning he would have to face reality and straighten things out with Kenpachi and get this therapy bit over with.
It was late, yet Momo couldn't sleep even though she was dead tired and had an early morning. She was too excited with her new client, even with everyone telling her to give up on him, she was determined as ever to help him.
It was going on one in the morning; Momo was still sitting at her desk, scanning the boys file. In her mind there had to be something that would help her rehabilitate this teen. As she was about to scan his file for the thirteenth time that night, she felt a pair of hands fall on her shoulders and a chaste kiss was passed on her cheek.
"Aren't you coming to bed?" Her boyfriend of four years asked her in a sleepy voice. Momo turned around and gave him a short peck on the lips and smiled as she pulled away.
"I'll be in there in a minute." She replied as she turned back to steal another peek at his file on the desk.
"O come on Momo, you've been at it most of the night now, come on to bed." Kira sighed as she had yet to peel her eyes off the file. He draped his arms around her neck and pulled her close to him. The he whispered. "And besides I thought we could start working on that little girl you want so badly tonight."
The peach's eyes widen slightly. "But we…we aren't even married yet." She stammered.
"Momo you don't have to be married to have children, people do it all the time." Will that said Kira brushed her hair out of the way and started to nip and kiss her on the neck, while tugging at the hem of her shirt.
She had to admit she loved Kira, but they still an uncertain future. They had only decided to finally move in with each other last year after Momo's little brother passed away, but still nothing was carved in stone and that's what scared her the most. While pushing his hands away she said breathlessly. "Wait…" Kira pulled away slightly.
"What?"
"I don't think I am ready… to become a parent just yet. I don't think either of us are ready for that yet, maybe in a couple years, but not now."
"Well I think we are both more than ready, I mean we have our own place and we got stable careers. And besides what was the point of getting an apartment with an extra bedroom, if we aren't going to use it. With that he continued his current actions.
Once again Momo pulled away slightly. "What now?" The blonde asked in a flustered tone.
The peach was slightly taken back by his tone. "Well I just started my career, how would it make me look if I went on maternity leave a few months after being hired on. They might fire me. Then how will we raise the baby you know your income alone won't support three people, it can barely support two." A sigh of relief escaped her as Kira pulled away completely.
"Get to bed soon or you'll be late in the morning." He walked off into the back bedroom. Kira was honestly sick of waiting for her they had been waiting for her for four years to be ready to take relationship to the next level.
Momo only nodded and resume looking at the teens file, blocking the previous event's out of her mind.
Author notes- Okay I know not much happened in this chapter that was important to the story's plot. I'll have another chapter up within a week and have this story back on track I promise. Thanks for reading a please review.
