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Chapter 3. Chase down
Ichigo
"Rukia!" I was right behind her.
She was still a world class sprinter, even with her tiny body. She glared at me from behind.
"Go back Ichigo, I told you already!" she yells back.
"Going back seems like I bad idea at the moment!" I honestly yell back, my eyebrows furrowing in a serious glance.
Rukia glared. She bolts to the left. Where the heck was she going? She halts and runs the opposite direction.
"Make up your mind," I snap when she did another unexpected bolt.
She ignored me. Her eyes spotted a tilted red car. She ran back, bumping straight into me.
"Damn it Ichigo. Get out of my way!" Rukia yelled.
"It's your fault! Don't go all blaming me" The shouts of people soon echoed behind me.
"We're stuck," she burst out saying what I already knew.
My eyes scan around for a hiding place. They stop at a trash can.
"No!" Rukia argued then I spotted a laundry place 2 blocks away. It's a heck of a run. I glance at Rukia. It must be instinct or something because I grip her hand and started hauling her towards the laundry mat. The feeling returning to my hands. We burst in half-gasping, stumbling through to the end of the laundry halls. Eyebrows raised at our arrival. We ignored them and bend down on the last set of washing machines. Our breathing hard.
"You idiot the manager is probably going to call the police now," Rukia staggered breathless.
As if that mattered right now. The Police would make me feel safer at the moment.
"Rukia, What the hell did you do to them?"
Rukia eyes darken. She glances away.
"Something really...bad," she mumbles.
I frown.
"They want you dead," I pointed out.
"They're yakuza! Of course they would want me dead!" she snapped back.
I slap my forehead.
"Well you really did it this time," I can't believe how crazy this is turning out to be or the fact that Rukia is involved in something like this. "What have you been doing since we got divorce?"
"The things I've done after that-," Rukia huffs in a snort sort of matter.
Hold up? Did I notice a nostalgic sound to her voice? My head shot up. She must've noticed because she looked away, her arms crossed. She got up and walked off.
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked.
"Ichigo I'm leaving, I can't stay here and if you value your life stay hidden for a while," her voice coming icily cold.
She aims for the exit. I grip her wrist and twirl her towards me.
"What do you mean? Can't you ever be clear?-" I was close to saying so many things at that moment, but those words never escaped my mouth.
They locked on her violet eyes. Eyes I remember staring into a long time ago. Her eyes also locked with mine. The sound of a heartbeat echoes out. It's as if we're in a trance. Rukia seemed to start leaning in, when she caught herself, taking her hand back abruptly.
"Leave me alone! Just go," Rukia yelled.
I jolt. My eyes narrow because along the list of words coming from Rukia. Those were a few of the last words she said to me before our divorce.
"Fine. Do whatever you want Rukia, I don't care," I snap back, heading to the door. "Get out of the freaking mess your into by yourself-," I walk out and firmly told myself not to look back.
Rukia
Ichigo. I closed my eyes. 2 minutes. That's all I can allow myself before running away. I step into the bathroom and let it out. A tear, then another, followed shortly by another. Once I had let Ichigo go and now… I have done it again. It was for his own good. He can't get involved. The last person who got involved- I let out a shaky breath and shake my head. My hand locks on a stuff animal that merely just fits in my hand. I always carry it around. A chappy doll given to me by Ichigo. I can't let him get involve. I would never live it down if I see his own blood spread out in front of me. I had to leave him. 2 minutes are over. I wipe my eyes, head out the door, and walk away. My phone rang outside the laundry mat.
Incoming Call from Toshiro Hitsugaya.
"Hello?" I answered urgently.
"Kuchiki, where have you been?"
"Running away," I reply in return.
"Well I have some bad news. I've been tracking down the yakuza after you for -,"
"Toshiro!" Momo Hinamori voice echoed in the background.
"Not now- ," Toshiro went back on the phone to speak to me "for a couple of days. Yesterday at 3:30 a.m, there was a change shift. They slowed down and split up. Did anything happen between 1: 30 and 3:30?"
I frown. Ichigo and I had bumped into each other at 1:00...
"Nothing that I'm aware of," I lied.
Hitsugaya hesitated.
"Well it seems like your not the only one they want, earlier they had gone to a home. Does the name Ichigo Kurosaki sound familiar to you?" I gasp.
They had seen Ichigo take me to his home last night.
"I have to go," I abruptly hang up. He's in serious danger.
Ichigo
Freaking ex-wife. First, she comes all freak out and bargaining into my life. Next, she's all complaining about me not leaving her behind. Why doesn't she make up her mind? I scowled all the way home. My car was probably still at work, so I'll probably need to pick it up before they mark a ticket on me. When I get there Yorouichi pops out of no where.
"Don't do that!" I shout gaining my composure.
"What's going on? Those men were after you," she crossed her arms, gleaming green eyes narrowed at me.
"They're not after me, they're after Rukia," I sigh.
Yorouichi frown.
"Then how come when they marched in all they ask for was you?"
Huh? Me? Were they after me now? I shrug.
"Ichigo, Is Rukia in severe trouble? What happened?"
"I don't know," I honestly reply."Look I got to go home. Tell Kenpachi I'm sorry for what happen," I start to walk off
"Ichigo...I know those yakuza. They're really dangerous...and well known. Meaning whatever Rukia did to them it must've been really huge," Yorouichi's tone was a deep warning.
Rukia hasn't answered the question herself. I really need to sleep or something so I can wake up from this mess up nightmare. The moment I drive up to my home I noticed broken windows, broken doorknobs. What the- I rushed inside.
"What the hell happen?"
Inside my house everything is a mess. It's as if a tornado hit it, stuff were on the floor-tipped off and everything seemed as if it wasn't even my house. Huh? Who could- at the same moment a letter was on the floor. I pick it up.
We know you have the girl. Hand her over or die.
I frown, one eyebrow raise. What kind of options are those? Oh Great. My house is a complete mess. My ex-wife is being chased down by the yakuza. Somehow I got involved in to the picture. Now there chasing after me as well. Not to mention how tired this all got me. I look at my disaster of a home. Later I'll worry about cleaning my house and fixing it tomorrow. I head towards me bed. A realization hitting me as I close my eyes. Rukia is gone again...
I hear a crash. My eyes snap open hazily. What's going on? I just manage to open my eyes when I hear voices.
"Check everywhere," a deep voice came.
In a flash I was alert. I sprang out of bed and grab a hoodie. I glance at the window. Deciding whether I should face them or leave. Footsteps were heard on the floor. The only place I could think of hiding was under the bed. Not very original I know. Now I hate myself for not listening to Rangiku when she said I should always carry a bat with me. The guys walk around, opening closets, looking just about everywhere.
"No one here. Hey someone check under the bed while I look in the bathroom,"
Shit. I don't wait for the person to check. I come out and land a hard kick on that man's face. He stumbled down. I guess this is my chance. I bolt into a run outside.
"Out there! He's somewhere outside," I hear behind me.
I don't glance back. I slid into my car. Where are the keys? Oh!...Damn. I left them somewhere on the table. Damn Damn. I open the door and burst into a run again. Gunshots followed behind me. Those guys take stuff seriously. I know they're after me, but I'm not even sure where to run right now. I would hate to get Rangiku involved or Yorouichi. Orihime is definitely out of question. Chad is 5 miles from here. Keigo? I think he's in America now. Uryu is on some business trip and Tatsuki is on a world tournament right now. Where to go now?
"Got you," A person came behind, slamming the gun hard on my head.
I sank down on my knees as two other cornered me.
"Think you could outrun us punk?" the guy I kick, punched me.
My lip started to bleed. I glared at him.
"Where's the girl?"
"Which girl? I know a whole lot of girls," I say instead.
"Don't lie to us! We saw both of you this morning! Rukia Kuchiki. Where is she?" they yelled.
"Why do you want her?" I hopefully ask. Maybe they could tell me what she did.
"A great dishonor, that girl should wish she was never born," spat the guy.
I grimace. That wasn't as clear as I wanted it to be.
"For helping her you shall die as well. Any last words?" they ask.
I smirk slightly.
"Just a few. I'm going to kick your asses," and just as I said this. I manage to escape the hold. When I was younger I got bullied a lot, especially because of my hair. So fighting these 3 guys wasn't a problem. I was good at fighting. I grip their gun and used it as a hitting weapon. In a few minutes I knocked all 3 of them down. Bastards. I start running when I realize more are coming. It didn't seem like I was going to have a goodnight. I sighed, hearing fast footsteps. I get ready the gun, though I probably wouldn't use it. The steps fade. I walk aimlessly for what seem like an hour. I sank down on a metal compartment, clearly exhausted from running. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep when I hear a machinegun load. Not again, I grumbled. My eyes snap open. I turn.
"I-Ichigo?" it was Rukia.
I have no idea where she got the gun or anything. I just stare at her with my mouth open. She bends down.
"You're alive?" she asked scanning me.
"Yup," out of all things to say at that moment that's what came out of my mouth. My vision was getting blurry.
"Ichigo. You're really alive. You're alive," Rukia starts crying.
HUH! Whoa.
"Rukia? What's wrong?" I ask too alarm to seeing her crying.
I start to get wake again.
"Fool! I thought you were dead! When I saw your house I- Didn't I warn you to hide, look at what happened," she touch my bleeding lip.
I don't know what was more surprising, seeing Rukia crying because she thought I was dead or her touching my lip.
"It's only a lip Rukia," I reply trying to calm her.
She glared. "Then what is this and that," Rukia pointed to a bruise I don't remember receiving and small gushes of blood coming from my head.
I shrug. "It's nothing. I've had worse," I say as calm as possible.
Rukia crying just freaks me out. I hardly see her cry unless she really means it. I'm not sure what's wrong with her.
"You're an idiot Ichigo! I was so scared that they'd kill! I practically ran my way over to my house to then run to yours and see if you were still alive!" she was yelling at me some more.
At least yelling I was used to. I was freaking tired. I stand up, gripping Rukia hand. We're still not safe out here. I noticed an empty rent house on sale about a block away.
"See that house?'' I point.
"Don't tell me we're breaking in!" Rukia gasped.
I nod. Only for tonight. We really need a place to stay. The windows were easy to sneak in. Lucky for us there was carpet. I collapse on the carpet. Who care if it's carpet. I'll sleep here tonight.
"Don't you understand Ichigo? We're in serious trouble, now they're going to want you dead too," Rukia seriously looked worried.
"Trust me I figure that out when they came chasing after me," I instead mumble back. "Rukia just calm down for a while."
Rukia sighed heavily before bending down.
"Scoot over," she ordered.
I scowl. "There's plenty of carpet over there," I point, but she glares.
I move for her to lie down next to me. I go on my side so I can face her. How many times when we were married did I gaze at her like this? Her eyes look up on me.
"You don't know what you got yourself into Ichigo," Rukia sighed, closing her eyes.
Do I? All I know is that right now I don't feel bad. Rukia is back. She's right next to me. Only now, do I confessed that I'm' happy she's back lying down next to me.
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