Note: I'm not gonna do this again, 'cause you're already on the third chapter…

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any if its characters. That is the joy of Tite Kubo.


Cici turned over with a groaned. Her muscles ached like a bitch.

Sighing, she sat up and looked around. Why was she in her living room again?

…What the fuck? Why was there so much blood on her-?

Oh. Yeah. That's right. The strange man with the blue hair….

Cici shifted to look beside her. He was just laying there. Sleeping she guessed. He looked a lot better compared to last night….

Her face darkened.

Last night.

Oh, yeah. She remembered last night. She remembered all too well. She remembered how she found him, bleeding and dirty, in a small crater on her porch. She also remembered calling the hospital, but the paramedics couldn't see him when they got there for some reason….

She growled. The paramedics.

Those bastards. She had yelled and screamed at them that the man was right there in front of them, bleeding and in need of help, but all they did was deny his existence and call her crazy!

Psh!

Like hell she needed to call a psychiatrist! Who the fuck did they think they were? And they left, too, without even trying to help the blue-haired man! Bitches!

Oh Yeah.

The blue-haired man.

Cici turned back to look at him again. Now that he wasn't in danger of dying from blood loss, and now that she actually looked, she found that he was….damn sexy.

For a guy who looked like he had experienced the beating of a life time via sharp objects, that is.

His hair was an unusual shade of blue. Vivid even. It looked really soft, too. She wanted to touch it. So she did.

Oh. It was soft…

Shaking her head, she pulled her hand back, cursing her cheeks for growing hot. Blinking a few times to clear her head, she went back to studying the strange man. Like she had found before, he was extremely muscular and looked to be in fantastic shape, though his skin looked a bit pale, from what she could see of it under all of the bandages she had to apply to get him to stop bleeding on her carpet, that is. The paleness was probably due to blood loss though.

Poor guy.

But hey, he survived it, didn't he?

She took in his face. He was quite handsome. An angular jaw, strong cheek bones, and smooth skin. He even had these cute turquoise colored markings on the sides of his eyes that didn't come off when she was scrubbing the blood off his face. Tattoos perhaps?

She blinked.

"Damn," she whispered. He had to be some type of bad-ass to have tattoos like that done on such a sensitive area.

"That's….kind of sexy." she muttered, reaching out to touch them. She pulled her hand back when he shifted in his sleep a bit. He looked peaceful. When she felt it safe, she continued her observations of the blue-haired stranger.

She didn't pretend to not notice the jaw-looking thing on the right side of his face. She just choose to ignore it. After all, who was she to say what he should wear and what he shouldn't? In fact, he kind of looked like some sort of cosplayer with that jaw thing and his unusual cloths, ripped though they were.

But that was okay. They sort of added to his charm.

Yes. Charm...

She took a moment to study what she could see of his body. He was muscular, of course, and had a nice, manly v-shaped body. There was a large pink scar on his chest poking out of his bandages, though. Probably from before he got all cut up like he was.

Her eyes traveled down his body. Nice…

She froze.

Was that a-?

Did he have a-?

O-On his-?

"Wh-What the fuck?" she said, reaching out her hand to the spot her eyes had found. Why hadn't she seen it before? She had bandaged him after all. Why didn't she notice?

She poked at it. Her hand went through.

She blinked rapidly, trying and failing to see if it was just her eyes playing tricks on her poor, tired brain.

She rubbed them.

They weren't.

"AH! WHAT THE HELL!" she screamed, scooting away from the man. She quickly covered her mouth after realizing that she had probably just screamed loud enough to wake up her neighbors.

Cici looked at his face. Nope. Still sleeping.

She took a deep breath through her nose to steady herself, letting it out shakily. When she was sure that she wouldn't scream anymore, she removed her hands from her mouth.

"Calm down," she whispered to herself, "Just….calm down." She took a few more breaths to steady her nerves.

"Okay."

She slowly turned her gaze back to the stranger's body, in particular, the spot in question. She stared at it for a few minutes before shaking her head, baffled.

On his lower torso, obscured slightly by part of his white hakama, was a large hole that appeared to go all the way through his body.

"How the hell are you still alive, stranger?" she whispered, combing a hand through her hair. "I'm surprised that you weren't dead a long time ago with that kind of hole in you…" Sighing, she pulled her hand back and saw that there was blood on it.

She freaked. Was she bleeding! How! When!

….Wait. This was his blood, not hers. She let out a breath of relief. She felt a little stupid for freaking out like that, especially when she notice that, not only were her hands covered in his blood, but her blue tank top and shorts, too.

Well shit then.

That was her favorite outfit.

Looking around quickly, she noticed that the large blood stain was dry and still on her carpet as well. That meant that there was also a shit load of dried blood on her porch. And a crater.

She looked around her living room again.

There was a pleasant mess of medical supplies strewn about around her. This was happily accompanied by a bowl of pink water and bloody rags. Joy.

"Great," she muttered exasperatedly, "My house is a mess and I have a freak with a hole in his gut sleeping on my floor….Who is somehow still alive. Can my life suck even more than it does now?"

The answer: Yes. Yes it can suck worse.

She had to clean up all of this shit. Alone.

She sat there lazily for a few moments before finally mustering enough will power to stand. She regretted it. God, her limbs hurt.

She stretched to try to loosen herself (which turned out to be quite painful) and began to gather the scattered medical supplies. She tucked them away neatly back into the first-aid kit and set it aside. She then picked up all of the bloody rags and the bowl of pink water, and brought them into her kitchen. She dumped the water in the sink and rinsed the bowl thoroughly, making sure that she left it soaking in a mix of scalding hot water and dish detergent. She contemplated ringing out the rags and washing them, but decided against that idea because, really, even bloody rags that have been washed thoroughly are still unsanitary.

They went in the trash.

Cici figured that she would need to change the mans bandages again after she was done cleaning, so she left the kit next to his head and went down the hall to right the damage she most likely had done to her bathroom when she went tearing through it. Sure enough, she found that her all of her cabinets were thrown open and had their contents spilled onto the floor. Sighing, she set to work. If she was going to accomplish anything, she was going to have to work fast.

"I still need to clean up that blood in the living room," she muttered as she straightened some towels, "And I need to wash off my porch, too. And after that I should probably take a shower and change his bandages, not to mention I need to go shopping…" she took a moment to groan.

It was going to be a long day.

. . . . .

She loved showers. Really she did. She loved how they just seemed to wash away all the harshness to the day.

Especially when you had just spent hours cleaning you carpet (and getting dizzy from bleach), washing your porch, and changing the bandages of a man whose life you saved.

….Even though he should already be dead because he had a hole the size of Texas on his stomach.

She was never going to get over that. How the hell do you survive having a large chunk of your stomach taken out of your abdomen? There wasn't even any blood! Seriously. It was just a clean hole….

….In the middle of his stomach.

Cici shivered.

"I'm not gonna think about that anymore…" she said.

But she did. Damn it…

She didn't even go shopping because she was too paranoid to leave that man alone in her house (that and she was covered in blood…).

…Even if he was unconscious…

For some reason, she had just kept picturing him waking up and screaming in pain, then bleeding on her now clean, bleach-smelling carpet, and screaming about a hole in his gut.

…Okay so it was a weird little thought, but she wasn't going to risk it, damn it!

The shopping could wait until tomorrow….

….When she wasn't feeling so lazy….

But she had an excuse! What if he did wake up and no one was there to tell him what the fuck was going on! That would be horrible!

….That and it was 11:30 at night….

I took forever to get that blood out of her white carpet. Even with two whole bottles of bleach and carpet cleaner.

Cici sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her torso, then wiped the condensation off of her mirror, stopping to look at herself.

She still looked like her mother.

She frowned and went for the door, reaching for the handle and opening it quickly. The air outside was cold and it made her shiver.

Doing her best to ignore it, she stepped across the hall and into her room. Drying herself quickly, she reached into her closet, taking out a pair gray of sweatpants and another blue tank top. Satisfied with her new attire, she took up the towel and began to dry her hair as she made her way out her room and down the hall. It was time to check on her guest.

As she made her way into the living room, towel around her neck, Cici felt that something was….off.

Not way off, but…off.

As hazel met rich blue, she soon found out why.

Her guest was awake.


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