~_ Little Red Strawberry_~
Chapter 7
Me: I-I don't o-own Bleach-h...
Ichigo: Why are you so nervous for?
Me: *looks at Ichigo with watery eyes* BECAUSE ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!
Ichigo: Wait, what do you mean?
Hichigo: *walks in with kick ass battle armour and his handy dandy Tensa Zangetsu* Alright, I'm ready for this.
Ichigo: Ria your not serious...
Me: *quivers* Don't you remember in the last chapter? I put in that Gr-Grimmjow had the mission to kill Hichigo from Aizen and that he wants you...like WANTS WANTS you...
Ichigo and Hichigo: WHAT THE FUCK?
Ichigo: Ria why would you try to pair me with him?
Hichigo: Why would you try to kill me? D: D: D:
Me: I-I didn't mean it! Oh I love you guys really! But Knowing you Hichigo, you would kick ass anyways~! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE MEH!
Ichigo and Hichigo: *silence* *looks up after a minute* *glomps me*
Hichigo: Alright, fine. Your forgiven.
Ichigo: But your going to pay even more this time.
Me: Wha- I mean, ok. (Although I'm almost damn near broke) Anyways, read onwards...
Aizen: Oh Ichigo~
Ichigo: *death glare* Fuck off Aizen
Aizen: Oh he's so cute~!
"Ichigo Kurosaki! Before you sit down at this table explain why you weren't home yesterday!"
Oh no. This is exactly what he thought would happen. Ichigo had to say something, because he can't lie to his father. He didn't want to say everything such as him being homosexual, had sex the first time, he knows and fell in love with a vampire. Sighing deeply, Ichigo thought for a quick second of how he was going to explain.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't home yesterday dad...Yuzu, Karin. But I had so go somewhere. It was...urgent. I'll apologize later to my friends and-"
"I don't really care at this point about your friends. I still want to know why you wouldn't at least tell us what you were doing. We were so worried about you Ichigo."
Ichigo choked on his interrupted sentence and hung his head slightly. He felt a little guilty for not saying anything, and he didn't deny that it was his fault. He felt his father's strong hand grip his shoulder firmly, as if trying to prove a point.
"Look up at us son. Do not hang your head as if you are being belittled for this mistake. You are my son and it is my job to tell you these things so you can learn from your mistakes. Remember, a mistake isn't a mistake until you learn from it. What you did is in the past. Now remember for the future. Do you understand?"
Ichigo looked up under gentle instruction and found it rather hard to not look down again. Having your father pass judgement on you is almost like you were in court getting judged by the judge his/herself. Looking at his father then glancing to see both of his sisters looking at him worriedly, was a heart-warming sort of feeling, but it wasn't surprising for it was a family thing to be worried for your loved ones.
"Yes, I understand."
Smiling softly, Isshin placed his hand on back and steered him gently to the table.
"That's good, now let's eat."
Sitting down to have the same breakfast that he had earlier, Ichigo smiled a little at being forgiven. Yuzu served him along with Karin and her father, sitting down last. Not soon after they started, Ichigo's father swallowed a mouthful of eggs to ask a question.
"So Ichigo what type of buisness did you have at this 'place' where you went?"
Ichigo also swallowed his mouthful, clearing his throat to answer.
"Hm? Oh it was just a little visit. I had to ask a couple things along with them asking about things themselves."
Lies. It was a lie he told, but he couldn't say anything. Isshin looked suspicious for a second, but trusting his son, he let it go.
"Oh? What visit was this with?"
"Hm...it was with Obaa-san but something happened..."
Now Isshin was intereseted in this now. With anything happenening to his deceased wife's mother, he had to worry about her well being. Leaning in a bit closer to Ichigo, Isshin's serious expression set deadly on his face.
"What happened?"
Ichigo swallowed hard, but cleared his throat again to rid the slight nervousness that swelled in his throat.
"E-er, well I'm not sure if I should say this..."
"Please tell me Ichigo. I need to know what happened to her."
"Well she...passed on...unexpectedly. But to be honest I've kept this on my mind for a while now..."
Isshin was shocked, along with Yuzu and Karin, for their beloved Obaa-san just died so suddenly without warning. Denial was the best thing that could be mustered out of Isshin voice, his charcoal black eyes wide with surprise.
"Ichigo, please tell me that is not true. Please son."
Ichigo just wanted to disappear, wishing that he would've never brought up the topic. EVER. Looking down again in shame, Ichigo couldn't help but feel guilty again.
"I'm sorry Dad..."
After a minute of long silence, not even the soft breath of everyone in the room could be heard. Soon after, Isshin stood up and had a dark look in his eyes. Sadness and shock weren't there anymore, but instead was replaced with something else that Ichigo couldn't understand. But for one thing, it was cold-blooded.
"Breakfast is over. I'll be going out."
Ichigo looked at him apologetically and guiltily, if only his glance could say and express how sorry he was. Isshin returned a ice-cold glance and walked out the house slamming the door behind him. Ichigo sat in his chair staring at the door, trying hard to think of what was going through his father's mind. Yuzu and Karin also stared at Ichigo, but with sympathy. Karin got up cleared her plate and walked out of the room, going back to her room. Yuzu, following her sister, decided to clean the house to rid her mind of the events that just happened. Ichigo on the other hand, he had to also dwell in his room for as long as he possibly could.
Ichigo ran up the stairs and closed the door tightly behind him, face planting onto the bed. He then slowly curled up on his side, hugging a pillow. He didn't want to be disturbed, not now at least. He still had to explain everything to his friends, let alone his father.
Damnit it's all my fault! I shouldn't have said anything about this at all! Why couldn't I just have thought things more clearly!
Before Ichigo even knew it, he had already begun to cry. It was normal to cry, but to him, crying over such things was useless. Yet he was doing it anyways.
"W-what...? I'm crying. Oh that's just wonderful."
Ichigo whispered sarcastically. Wiping his tears, he kept thinking about all of the things that he shoudl've done until he stressed himself so much that he fell asleep. A couple hours later, he woke up by the sound of his door opening.
"What do you want Yuzu, Karin? I don't want to be disturbed right now."
"Well then Ichigo, I didn't know even big boys like you cry...hn."
Ichigo look at the doorway in a instant before piercing cold lips were pressed aginst his, chocolate brown eyes staring at the unexpected and awefully familiar person standing there.
What the...?
Ichigo thought quickly while he pushed the figure away. It was suddenly dark in his room, just so he couldn't make out the face of the figure.
"Who the hell are you?"
Ichigo hissed wiping his mouth. The figure grinned, the kiss being the first step to capturing his prey.
"Aww, You don't remember me Ichigo? That's really painful to hear Strawberry-Chan."
"W-wait...Don't tell me y-your...!"
The figure grinned even more, loving Ichigo's fiesty attitude. Moving fast, the figure pulled Ichigo off of his bed and threw him to the ground. Binding Ichigo's hands behind his back, the manly figure leaned down closer to him, whispering sedutively in his ear.
"You will me mine Ichigo. Even if I have to force you to."
"Wha-what! No! A-aahhh..."
Ichigo forcefully moaned at the sudden hands that were touching his front. The owner of those hands stared lustily at Ichigo, smirking at his moans.
"That's right. Submit to me..."
"N-no..."
Ichigo said. Ichigo struggled underneath him, trying desperately to get free from this freak. Turning Ichigo on his back, the figure's face was slightly visible from the dull light that shone through the door and from the window. Gasping at the face that he can finally put to the name, Ichigo's eyes widened once more.
"Aizen you bastard! I'll kill you I swear-"
Ichigo stopped in mid sentence after he got punched brutally in the stomach, the pain making him black out. The named Aizen looked down at the soon to be his Ichigo and grinned devilishly. Trailing his index fingers down his cheek, Aizen leaned close and kissed Ichigo again, yet softly and gently. Tracing his lips with his tongue, Aizen whispered against his lips,
"You will be mine. And you submit yourself to me whether you like it or not."
Hichigo was walking briskily down a irritatingly bright corridor, the flame torches lined tightly together showing light down the long hall. He had buisness to take care of with the vampire branch, and it wasn't something to have a nice conversation about.
"Tch, damn rats. Getting their filthy paws on everything."
Hichigo muttered under his breath and kept walking. Soon he came across a large oak door, a handle carefully and quite beautifully engraved even enough to match the craftmanship of the door. Hichigo grasped the handle, turning it noiselessly then stepping inside closing the door behind him. At a round hollow table sat 7 vampires, around the same age as him. Tier Halibell, Coyote Stark, Ichimaru Gin, Barragan, Szayel Aporro Grantz, Nnoritra Gilga, and Yammy.
They all wore the traditional white and black underlined uniform, looking similar to a shikakusho. Although, the appearance differed in some ways. For a huge difference, the material was expensive and smoother, almost silky. The uniform differed to their own tastes, being made especially to their liking. For example, Tier Halibell's uniform is a half cut, just barely being able to fit her over-sized breasts. Grimmjow was another exeption, likiing to have his uniform shirt open with nothing underneath.
Continuing onward, Tier looked at Hichigo with a disdained glance.
"Your 2 minutes late Hichigo. This meeting was supposed to start strictly at 10:00 A.M."
"I know that. I apologize for it."
"That's enough. Let's start the meeting."
Stark said professonally. Three parchments of paper sat neatly infront of everyone, all saying the same thing. The title gave away the topic of today's meeting, and set everyone on edge.
Insignificant Blood Banking
What the hell was that suppose to mean? That there wasn't enough blood in the vault? How is that even possible? Hichigo rested his chin on his knuckles, looking at the further details as Gin began to speak.
"Fellow Vampires, over the last centuries our blood bank has always been full thanks to your dedication to keeping up to date about your kills. Lord Aizen and myself thank you greatly for your efforts. However, problems in the levels of blood taken are becoming quite a serious matter."
Looking up from his sheet of paper, Hichigo glanced around the room at the other vampires, knowing damn well that there was something wrong about this. Concentrating on Gin, knowing the snake of a man had something he had something that he was hiding.
"The main reason why Lord Aizen isn't here today at this important meeting, is because he brought it upon himself to look for some people to drain and put into the Blood Bank. Now here's a quick question. Please answer honestly. Who in the past couple of months has been taking blood out of the bank?"
Hichigo knew that he has taken a few pints of blood from the bank, but not enough to cause this. His feeding schedule is not as ravenous as the others are. Hichigo's would be to feed every 5 weeks at the most. On some days his hunger would have a outrage unexpectedly, but even then he was still tightly regualted. Tier admitted by saying that she took 8 pints, Stark saying that he took 6, Szayel saying that he took 9 and surprisingly, Yammy only taking 4, while Barragan taking 11. Lastly Nnoritra taking 9 as well. Adding that altogether, that was 47 pints of blood taken from the bank along with Hichigo's withdrawl. So that altogether would be around maybe 52 pints taken. And knowing Gin, Gin would probably pull some strings and take even more than Barragan.
This was a lot of blood, saying that the human body had only 3 pints of blood. Wait, Aizen went out to look for someone to drain and disposit into the Blood Bank? Hichigo got up in a instant, knowing in a heartbeat that Aizen would target Ichigo. Maybe not for his blood, for a twisted reason. All 7 vampires turned their attention to Hichigo, for it was a strict rule that no one left before the meeting was officially over. Barragan coughed harshly then weezed, his ripe old age straining his health as a vampire.
"Hichigo, where do you think you're going? The meetings not- hack! Cough! Cough! Ahem. Over yet."
"I know that Barragan-San. But I need to be going somewhere. I have buisness to attend to besides here."
"Shirosaki, you know it is against the rules to be leaving."
"Yammy, understnad the words I am speaking. I need to leave."
"Let him go, he's irritating me."
Stark included waving his hand then glancing his ash grey eyes in the opposite direction. Getting irritated himself, Hichigo's gold on black eyes twitched and darkened for a quick second, his fangs beginning to show. Stark annoyed him just as much as he did and for no apparent reason.
"Watch your tongue Stark, or I'll rip out myself."
"Hn, I want to see you try."
Not wasting anymore time, Hichigo left not even waiting for Gin's approval. Flashing down the hall and out the entrance doors, Hichigo began to run towards Karakura Town.
Aizen you bastard, you better have not layed a finger on Ichigo!
Hichigo thought running as fast as he could. He hoped and for the first time prayed that Ichigo would be safe. Aizen was strong, not as capable as Hichigo, but very strong. Reaching the gates of Karakura, Hichigo slowed down as he ran normally in, not caring for all of the judgmental eyes that stared at his albino skin. He panted heavily as he approached Ichigo's house, knocking urgently on the door. Waiting a minute for it to open, he expected Ichigo himself but his youngest sister Yuzu answered instead.
Sighing inwardly, Hichigo asked politely with a nice smile,
"Hello. Are you Ichigo's sister?"
Yuzu was a little shocked at the strange white color of his skin at first, but not being a judgemental person, she smiled back and answered.
"Yes! Yes I am."
"Aah, I knew you were. Do you know where Ichigo is?"
"Yes I do. He is upstairs in his room. Would you like me to call for him?"
"Oh no no. That's fine. Can I come in and get him myself?"
A little surprised to hear the slight urgency in his voice, Yuzu nodded and let him past. Hichigo was glad that his sister was a kind as she was, letting him in besides his obsurd request. Knowing exactly where Ichigo's room was, Hichigo raced up the stairs skipping two at a time. Finding Ichigo's room across the hall form his fathers and his two sisters, Hichigo openned the door to Ichigo's room hoping the owner to be there. The room was unusually dark, seeing that the house was bright and filled with light which irritated his skin awefully.
"Ichigo. Ichigo are you here?"
Hichigo said softly, looking around the room. Openning the curtains that hung by the window, Hichigo's eyes widened to not see the orangette of his lover lying on his bed. Leaning against the window, Hichigo covered his mouth.
Shit! He got here before me.
Hichigo thought. He cursed himself and blamed himself for not being here earlier. But he honestly thought that Aizen would make his move later then sooner. Now Hichigo was determined to find Ichigo, and kill that bastard Aizen for taking Ichigo away from him.
"Ichigo I swear that I'll find you. And Aizen I promise that I'll kill you before you can lay another filthy finger on Ichigo."
With that said, Hichigo got his act toghether and went back downstairs. Yuzu was in the kitchen washing that morning's wares, cleaning the kitchen as well. Hichigo passed her and thanked her for letting him see Ichigo, making Yuzu blush a little from his manners.
"Oh your welcome. Please come by again!"
Hichigo left, closing the door behind him. Now walking down the street with a determination in his eyes, Hichigo set off to find his beloved. Turning corners and squeezing past alley ways, he had the feeling that someone was following him, being just a breaht away. Stopping and icily glancing behind him, he hissed,
"I know that your there. Come out and show yourself."
Silence ensued for a couple minutes, before a gust of movement came behind him. Turning around to face Grimmjow and his cocky attitude, Hichigo darkened his golden irises.
"How did you know it was me Hichigo? I thought that you were caught up in your little world of thinking about Ichigo."
Hichigo stayed silent, not liking the fact that he has to even talk to Grimmjow.
"Hn? Your not saying anything? What's this? You're usually so talkative! Why is that?"
Hichigo glared Grimmjow down, taking a step back and standing in his pose to fight. Grimmjow is always unexpected, making a move when you least expect it. Grimmjow grinned, his cerlean blue eyes gleaming with blood lust.
"You wouldn't just come up to me and say these things to my face Grimmjow. Someone sent you here, after me. Am I correct?"
"What do you mean? I just came here to have a 'friendly' quarrel with you...is all."
"It was Aizen wasn't it."
Hichigo didn't ask a question. It was a statement he knew well because Aizen hated him. And Hichigo hated Aizen.
"What? No, no. Of course not. But coming back on topic. Let's have a nice fight, alright? Rules are, only one person is going to live after this. Hn..."
Hichigo tensed in his pose, Waiting for Grimmjow to make the first move. After a intense minute, Grimmjow leapt forward and did indeed make the first strike, going straight for the stomach with a piercing blow. Dodging and flashing behind, Hichigo leapt back then dove forward again, seeing Grimmjow doing the same. They took each other head on, tackling and smashing brutally into each other.
Punches, kicks and fatal strikes to various parts of the body were placed in in the torso and abdomen, fresh blood and deep gashes showing how the fight went. Most of them were on Grimmjow, but even Hichigo had his share of wounds. They stood a couple meters apart from each other, panting heavily as blood pumped slowly from their cuts.
"Let's end this Grimmjow. Your wasting my time."
"Tch. I didn't even know you had time to waste, Hichigo."
Hichigo growled in annoyance, spitting out a blob of black blood off to the side.
"I didn't honestly think that you would bring me to the point of me having to use this, Grimmjow. I thought this would be over by then."
Confusion crossed Grimmjow's tanned features, his interestingly styled sky blue hair beginning to fall lifelessly infront of his cerlean blue eyes.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
Hichigo raised out his hand parallel to the ground with his palm face down against it. Light liquified and shimmered in a small pool, a white hilt of a sword with pure white chains that were broken but stable dangling of the end. The sword was long, beautifully crafted, the snow white color bringing out the pureness within it. But it was deadly. Yes it was deadly. Grasping the hilt, Hichigo brought the sword to his side and swung it down. A shimmer for the light above glimmered against it's long blade, the smooth sharpness to the touch was incredible.
Grimmjow's eyes widened. Never before has he seen a vampire with a weapon as a sword. He only thought that vampires only killed with their fangs. If only he could escape and tell Lord Aizen...in which he won't.
"Farewell, Grimmjow."
Hichigo said running forward and making a deep slash across Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow's breath hitched, the sharp metal slicing through his skin across his heart allowed blood to splatter everywhere, even across the snow white blade. Grimmjow gasped his last breaths before dying, landing face down of the cobble stone alley way. Hichigo brought his sword to his face then swung it down again, the motion causing the blood to splash off the blade. Soon afterwards the blade and the corpse of Grimmjow faded, drifting away in the slight breeze. Believe that the only way to kill a vampire is with a wooden stake? Lies. That isn't the only way to kill a vampire. Let alone holy water and Christian symbols, but a vampire can die just as much as a human can. Simple as that.
Hichigo walked away, the instant regeneration skill that he owned as well was healing his wounds instantaneously, so he could be ready to battle Aizen. Hichigo's long silver hair streamed silkily down his his back, being the last thing to leave the bloody scene before going to the next. Hichigo hasn' t fought another vampire in years, so this battle was a nice 'training' excercise to him. Now that he thought of things, he should've asked where Grimmjow would've reported to before he killed him so he would know where Aizen would be. There would only be two places to find Aizen. At the Vampire Mansion, or two...At Queen Rukia's Castle, underneath in the secret dungeon area.
Me: LE GASPS! I knew that you would kick ass Hichigo-kun~!
Hichigo: *flips hair back sexily* Grimmjow's defeat was inevitable anyways...hn...
Ichigo: Oh Hichigo! I nearly thought that you were going to die there for a second! *glomps Hichigo* I was so scared... *uke face*
Hichigo: Oh god- *nosebleed* Ichigo, your 'coming' with me.
Ichigo: Huh wha-? Ria, haaaaaaaaallllllppppp...! *Goes into my room*
Me: PHEW...I'm glad this chapter's over. I can't believe that I have to talk about Rukia again, I don't like her at all but I did mention her in the story and I ave to put her SOME where...
Rukia: Oh? What was that? *has spy hearing aid* You called my name? O.M.G! I'm FINALLY EMPLOYED! :D :D :D :D :D :D
Me: Calm the fuck down. I didn't want to mention you let alone your name again ever. I have to because I have to mention all characters I use at least twice. So Uryuu, Chad, Renji, Keigo, Kira and Ulquiorra, I'm going to make you guys mentioned to.
All six of them: Hurrah!
Ulquiorra: *seductive* Please use me again. I got lonely~...
Me: *NOSEBLEEDS* Oh don't worry, I'll 'use' you soon. Oh yeah, OI! SNOW WHITE! MAKE SURE THAT YOU CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF ALRIGHT!
Hichigo: *muffled behind door but yells anyways* OK!
Me and everyone else: REMEMBER, REVIEW!
