A/N: I've actually been trying to convince myself to hurry up and get my fucking ass moving, but old habits die hard, neh? Especially procrastination-desu~ GOMENESAI! SUMIMASEN! I'm so sorry that I'm a fucking lazy bum…*sob* T^T please say you forgive me? Anyways, im not exactly sure how this chapter will turn out yet, I always do it at the spur of the moment…which is usually why my writing isn't worth crap….*crawls into depressive corner to grow mushrooms* also, since the last chapter was short as crap, im gonna try and make this one a long one…hopefully…
WARNING: THIS STORY IS GAY! IF YOU DID NOT LIKE THE EARLIER CHAPTERS, THEN GET OUT AND DO NOT FLAG! THANK YOU! Of course, if you do, I promise to haunt you foooooorrreevaaaaaaah! =D
DISCLAIMER: I only own this story plot, just not the characters, and I do apologize if they are seriously OOC!
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Dealing With It
Chapter 4
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Did the little girly boy run away from home?" the bully from yesterday sneered as he stepped from the street into the alley. I glanced around for an escape route and realized that there was no hope because I had been surrounded. The boys all stepped closer, leering at me as the stared down at my body. I looked down and realized that the pajamas I had been wearing were now transparent, and silently cursed myself. I looked back up to see them all looming over me.
Shakily, I stood up. I had been lying on the wet ground underneath the cold rain for well over an hour, I realized as I glanced towards the sky. My limbs were all stiff and weak from staying like that for such a long time, and I shook as I pressed my body as far into the wall. Strangely, I just felt blank. Where had all the fear I had felt the last time they hurt me gone? I looked down at my hands, watching them tremble though I still felt so…indifferent inside. What had happened to me? Had the dream really been real? Mistaking the shudders that wracked my body for fear, the lead bully leaned closer and leered at me. I could nearly smell the anticipation from him and that he was aroused from hurting me. No, wait, I could really smell it. The musky smell rolled off of him and the others in waves as they stared at my body. In that moment I realized that this time, they weren't here just to torment me…no, they were going to rape me.
And yet, I still didn't feel any trepidation for what was to come. My muscles tensed up and I understood that if I didn't fight back, they would truly hurt me. And I did not care how much I hurt them anymore; my strength, if unleashed, could probably kill them three times over, but I just didn't care anymore. Those pieces of trash could die for all I cared…I didn't give a shit anymore. After all, they had made my life hell, but never mind that for now. My clothes hung limply on me and I realized that they would hinder my movement once the older boys decided to launch them. I was already freezing anyway, so I pulled it off and held it. It might be useful when he was fighting. I stared at them, coldly calculating which spots I should hit to cause the least damage and the most pain.
One of the goons stared at me and fear flickered in his eyes as he noticed how hard and merciless my eyes were. He nudged his boss. "Uh, boss? He looks different from yesterday…" his voice trailed off when the bigger boy spun around and backhanded him. "What?" he snarled. "Now you're afraid of a fucking brat that's worth the same as a stupid chick?" The other flinched and stuttered, "N-no, sorry. I was, no, I am really stupid, boss." The older boy just sneered at him.
I raised an eyebrow. So they were only working with him out of fear, huh? I could use that to my advantage. All I'd have to do would be to pummel the shithead in front of me into pulp and I'd have a free and safe journey. Not like I really cared of course, they could all fight, I'd just give them the same treatment. A thought suddenly occurred to me, and I spoke to the meathead and his goons for the first time.
"Since you guys are so kindly trying to attack me, I figured that since I don't know your names, I should probably ask." My cold voice cut through their muttering. The shithead, as I called him since he didn't have a name yet, snarled at me.
"Ya fuckin' brat. What right do ya have ta be so damn rude?" I looked at him calmly and thought that if he didn't stop curling his lip soon, he'd probably have to get surgery to get rid of the curl. I snickered as that thought crossed my head and the shithead finally snapped.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?" he lunged at me, his fist aiming for my face. I merely stepped out of the way and watched with amusement as astonishment crossed his features. Pain took over when his fist slammed into the brick wall, and I heard his knuckles pop and break. I mock winced.
"Ooooh, are you okay?" I cooed sarcastically at him. "That sounded like it hurt. You know, if you want, you can tell me your name now. 'Cuz I don't think you would like it if I kept referring to you as shithead whenever I think of you. But it's so romantic isn't it, giving you a pet name when I'm thinking of you?" I could see him swelling like a bullfrog as I spoke and I delighted at his pain. He lunged at me again, but I just stepped out of the way again, and his face ended up crashing into the ground when he lost his balance and couldn't catch himself in time.
Now that I thought about it, it sort of looked like one of those corny martial arts movies where the villain tries to attack the hero and ends up making a fool. I looked around, half convinced that a camera crew and director were about to pop out and yell, "CUUUUUT!" I felt a smirk forming on my face. Yeah, right. Like crap like that would ever happen. I was suddenly brought to attention when the shithead barreled towards me again, screaming hoarsely. Oh gee, if this continued, it would seem like I was the bully, rather than the other way around. I should probably end this soon, since this bastard was seriously boring the shit out of me.
I stepped aside again smoothly and stuck my leg out. The older boy stumbled, and bent over, pinwheeling his arms to regain his balance. I brought my knee up and slammed it into his face, feeling soft cartilageflatten under the force. The momentum of my hit ended up bouncing his head backwards, so he was bent backward and slowly falling. Time seemed to slow, as I quickly pivoted and swung my right leg in a backwards roundhouse kick. The back of my leg hit the back of his neck, and he shot forward, slamming into the wall. I withdrew my leg before finally putting it down on the ground. Bending down, I dusted off my pajama bottoms…which was actually no use since it was already soaked with rain water, mud, grime, and who knows what else.
I pinned the others with a cold, indifferent gaze. My lips twitched up into a smirk though I felt no actual humor.
"Do ya still wanna play with li'l me?" I sneered. "Or are ya too fuckin' chicken?" They bristled at the last insult but made no movement to attack me. They watched me cautiously, as if I were a tiger in a cage. The only difference was that I wasn't locked up right now, and had no plans to be in that position if I had anything to say about it.
"What? So ya ain't gonna run at me screaming death threats for revenge for ya boss?" I chuckled. "And here I thought this damn thing was really like a corny ass movie…I guess not, then." They didn't say anything to that either.
It seemed like my lips would stay forever curled into a smirk now. This was a good opportunity, and who was I to reject it? I walked forward to look head on at the one that seemed to possess the respect of the others. Tilting my head to the side, I surveyed him closely. He didn't look too bright, but he seemed brighter than the shithead had been. I grinned, and that one expression seemed to throw him off for a bit.
"Hey," I leaned closer. He gulped visibly. "I have a proposition for ya." I waited for a response, and got one when he dipped his head in a short nod.
"How 'bout ya be my lackeys rather than that shithead's?" I cocked my head to the side, lifting an eyebrow in question as I waited for a guy's jaw had dropped open, along with the jaws of the others. Sighing inwardly, I repeated my question.
"Y-you want us to be your underlings?" he repeated. "Why?" I glared at him, which he flinched from visibly.
"Look, idiot. I don't particularly want ya to be my underlin's. It would just be a lot better if this shithead didn't have any support, and seeing how he just forced ya guys to help, I'm fuckin' tryin' ta be nice here." I jerked my thumb towards the heap I knew was still lying on the floor behind me as I referenced the shithead.
The guy stared at me, eyes wide, as I finished. I could feel a small tick forming, and I pinched the bridge of my nose as I waited patiently and counted to three to calm myself down. I let out a sigh, and shot a glare at the other, who finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I accept." He replied. "I don't know about the others, but I accept." As he finished his sentence, the others jumped in and agreed too.
"Me too!"
"Same here!"
"I hated that bastard!"
I lifted my eyebrow in surprise. It seemed like fear of the shithead had kept them quiet, but now they were talking out. I smirked, that shithead had no one but himself now. I cleared my throat and the celebrating idiots looked at me.
"I'm planning on becoming the leader for our school." I smirked at the reactions of disbelief and terror I met.
"What?" I taunted. "Ya too scared of bein' the strongest? Because I know, I ain't." That silenced them as I continued smirking, but one guy spoke up."We've seen your skills in action. I, for one, think that you could definitely beat the current leader. But the only problem is that he's a sixth grader, while you're only in fifth grade."
I smirked. "I definitely wouldn't go down as easy as those other weaklings who have challenged him. I'm stronger than you think." Of course, they would probably never understand the extent of my strength; even I didn't know my limits. Of course, I didn't know how I had turned out this way – with my super strength and all that crap. I snickered. It sounded like those shitty ass comics or something.
I knew I could do it; I had been drilled with fighting techniques daily since I was around six, which made it about three years now. My stupid dad and his damn "surprise attacks" which were supposed to keep me on guard, yeah right. But it did come in handy when I wanted to hit someone, I reflected, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining.
"Ah, well. I'm leaving now. See ya sometime." I raised my hand in acknowledgement of the small group behind me as I walked away, still wearing nothing but my pajama bottoms. Whoops, I still had my shirt in my hand. I quickly pulled it over my head, sulking at the fact that I hadn't been able to use it. Damn it, it would have been so cool if I could have used it, I pouted.
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I leaned my head back against the wall of a building, standing in the shadows of an alley. Dammit…I had walked out of there all cool, but I had nowhere to go. It wasn't like I was planning on going home, not after everything that happened…had happened. But where should I go?
More figures loomed over me and my eyebrow ticked in annoyance as I looked up. This again? The same eyebrow shot above my hairline as I noticed that there were about a dozen gang members surrounding me. What the hell? Was that a Mohawk one of those guys had? My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I saw a few other ridiculous haircuts around me. As I was thinking, the biggest guy stepped forward and leaned towards me, sneering.
"So what's a li'l girlie like ya doin' here at dis time o' night, eh?" He sneered as he leaned even closer. "Ya do know dat dis here is da property of da Vizards, eh? So watchu doin' trespassin' here, eh?" A vein popped in my forehead and I grabbed the front of the assholes shirt and brought his face within a centimeter of mine. My mouth was curled in a snarl and I could feel myself glaring at the idiot in front of me.
"SHUT UP WOULD YA?" I yelled in the dudes face. "WHAT'S WITH THE GODDAMN "EH-EH-EH"-ING ALL THE FRIGGIN' TIME?! GET SOME NEW VOCABULARY WHY DONTCHA?" With that said, I brought my head back and smashed it forward into the bastard's face and let go of the front of his shirt, so he flew backwards and crashed into a few of his lackeys.
A chuckle rang out and the group parted to let a man in his twenties to step through. Huh, apparently it had been the dude that was the lackey, not the leader. It seemed like this guy was the real honcho. Speaking of which, since I was basically cornered, I should probably make my position a little less dangerous. I turned my back on the man in front of me, before walking towards the wall at the end of the alley. It seemed to be about twelve to fifteen feet high, so it didn't seem to be a problem.
I jumped upward, my hands stuck in my pajama pockets, using a dustbin leaning against the wall to propel myself higher before I landed on my feet on the top of the wall. With a slight twirl, I turned to face the man on the ground and sat down on the wall. It was about a foot wide, so I could sit on it without worrying about my but hurting later. I looked behind me and saw another alley leading to multiple different cross sections. This would be the perfect way to escape. I let a small grin curl my lips, though I still felt oddly blank inside.
With my possible escape route confirmed, I turned back to the man on the ground and observed him curiously. He had blonde hair cropped at chin length and a wide shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was wearing apinstripe suit with a black dress shirt and no tie. He seemed to be relaxed and was standing with his hands in his pockets…speaking of which, I took my hands out of my pockets.
I watched him curiously, waiting for him to say something. A minute passed, then two…another five minutes passed, so I raised my eyebrows and stood up. I turned around and was just about to jump off to the other side of the wall when he spoke.
"Would ya like ta join the Vizards, kid?" His voice was mellow, a smooth baritone. I had heard the words, but it took a minute to process thembefore my eyebrows shot above my hairline. I slowly turned around to plop back down to my seat. My eyes were fixed on his face, searching for any hint of a lie. All I found there was pure seriousness and I stared at him in disbelief.
A minute passed…then another…and another. We seemed to be locked in a staring contest, where we were both trying to figure out the other's secrets. I felt a chuckle bubbling up within me and it burst out, building up into bellows and howls of laughter. My body was convulsing with laughter and I nearly fell backwards off the wall. Slowly, the laughter died into small snickers before all that was left was just a wide grin on my face.
It was so damn funny…or at least I thought it was. My emotions were still sort of blurry and I couldn't tell how I felt, but I felt happy…sorta, I guess. Shaking my head, I redirected my gaze towards the man, who still hadn't moved. My grin spread wider as I looked at him.
"Ain't your mom ever taught you to at least introduce yourself before askin' a favor?" I smirked at him. A goon behind him tried to charge towards me at my sentence, but he waved his hand for him to stop. The man's shit eating grin had grown even wider as he listened to my cocky statement.
"Hirako Shinji's the name, boy. Now will ya consider my request now?"Shinji replied just as cockily and my grin grew as I realized the man had actually wormed himself into my friends' category.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," I stated abruptly, standing up and brushing off the back of my pants. Shinji stared at me, confused, so I deigned to explain. "That's my name, Shinji."
"Ahhhh," he nodded his head in understanding before grinning, "so will ya join me?"
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A/N: So should he? Whaddaya think? Sorry the update took so long, I actually had this half done, but finals week rolled around and now it's a new semester and stuff and shit happened. Thanks so much for reading and please review!
