Oh my god!!! What will happen to out dearly evil Ishida? And what of our poor, misled Orihime? Will Kaien ever repent? Will Miyako survive getting her feet chopped off? Will Tatsuki's curiosity kill her cat?
And, for that matter, why are Ichigo and Rukia pussyfooting around each other with all the romance of a hippo in a tutu?
Well, the latter may be my bad writing, but as Orihime's fate... and Tatsuki's... they are not far from being resolved!!! Will the best friends reunite all happy and (just slightly) lovingly with the tender hearts of young friends? Or will Orihime's previous carelessness with her feeding force her to see her former best friend as nothing but a yummy snack?
I don't know.
Why are you looking at me?
Oh right! I'm the authoress... or so it's rumoured.
Don't pay any attention to me, I've just finished Pride and Prejudice and Zombies so I'm all chipper.
AND! There's a reviewer competition at the end... for a character to meet everyone's favourite werewolf. (No, not Oz from Buffy...) Details at the end!
Reviewers! My loves! I am eternally in your debt!
Except FionaH93, who knows that if she doesn't review I simply nag her for days. It's true, I live with her.
DEATHCARNATION- Oh, he's a total good guy. Don't worry!!! And thank you for the review!!!
Kurou-chan- Haha I'm doing Ishihime!!! Not enough? (Cries) I've never written much of it before! Thank you for the reviewage love though! (Hug)
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"Hello." Momo grinned. "I'll just get someone through..." Ishida put up a hand to stop her.
"I'm going to see Aizen."
"Hold on." She smiled cheerfully and Ishida saw her press a button under the desk.
"Momo..."
"Ishida!" Ichimaru beamed. "How's life?"
"Alright." The dark haired man glanced around the funeral parlour. "What's going on?"
"Eh, not much." Gin smirked. "Say, why Bristol? I mean... why not London or Manchester?" He laughed. "Aizen's so random."
Ishida looked at him as though he was insane (which let's face it... is kinda true). "The first vampire settled here in 1630. Don't you know the old stories?"
"The first vampire lived here?"
"The first to have a double life." Ishida sighed. "He ran for parliament." He moved to pass Ichimaru but was blocked.
Ichimaru shrugged. "All the stories are about you, Ishida." He smiled, holding the vampire in place. "Everyone else is like 'ooh I got this tramp in a doorway' but you're the real McCoy."
"I need to talk to Aizen."
"Need me to buzz you through?"
"I need you to get out of my way."
Ichimaru slipped slowly to one side, hands raised as Ishida strode past. "As you wish." He murmured silkily, his smile frozen until Ishida was out of sight. "Tell Aizen he's coming through." He ordered Momo, who picked up the phone.
"Yes. He's here."
Downstairs was a network of cellar passageways, used to store the dead at a low temperature before embalming. The rooms in these passages were now officially out of use, but some of the lower rooms were used for vampire functions.
One of the unused doors was ajar when Ishida passed.
And voices were heard inside.
Moaning and frantic whispers.
Ishida headed towards the door slowly, so as not to disturb the occupants, and pushed the door open a little, pausing when his hand touched fingerprints of blood.
He couldn't help it.
He stepped inside.
"Please, no more..." A skinny young man looked up with wild eyes, his clothes tattered and stinking. The room was large, with a few bloodied blankets and stools. One light source in the corner that fizzed and spluttered unreliably and...
So many people.
About fifteen adults were dressed in bloody shirts and trousers, and there was a chair to one side with a metal bowl beneath it.
The bowl was stained reddish brown and smelt like iron.
"We told you to be careful." The young man started shakily. "A little here and there won't kill anyone but the last one hadn't had time to recover!"
Ishida was silent, eyes darting round the room quickly, taking it all in. "What are you doing here?" He asked quietly.
"Please! There has to be an order! It's why Grimmjow died and Halibel got so sick..."
"What are you talking about?" Ishida whispered, walking towards the young man.
"We keep quiet and eat what you give us but there are too many of you now." The young man's voice failed.
Ishida's eyes widened as he looked at the frightened humans huddled around the dark corners of the room. "Are... Are they feeding on you?"
"Please..."
"How long have you been here?"
"Weeks. There were other people's clothes when we got here."
"What's your name?"
"...Ulquiorra." The young man swallowed. "There were toys under the bed..."
"We were going to tell you." Aizen started, genially. "But like so much in life... it all comes down to timing."
Ishida's eyes met those of Orihime, who looked away quickly. "So that's how it is."
Aizen smiled.
"Rukia!" Ichigo burst into the house. "Rukia! We've got to rescue Ishida." He removed his coat and threw it to one side, glancing at the girl laid out on the sofa. "The vampires have him and... it's much worse than we thought."
Rukia remained silent as he ran into the kitchen.
"There was this woman who used to... I'll tell you about it on the way and they're based at an undertakers." He scowled. "Stereotypes clearly hold no fear for these people." He scowled. "I have no idea what I'm looking for... something to defend myself... Do we take crosses? Garlic? I know, we should have watched more films."
He burst into the lounge.
"So far I have..." He trailed off and looked at his two prizes. "A whisk and my mobile phone recharger." He mimed stabbing someone with the prongs of the charger cable before tossing it over his shoulder.
"...Rukia?" He started, looking at her still form on the settee. "Are you alright?"
"Kaien's won." She whispered. "He beat me. I can't... move or..." She swallowed. "He just keeps on killing me."
"Rukia." Ichigo moved round to face her and crouched so that he could see her eyes. "You need to stand up, and help."
"You don't understand."
"No!" Ichigo shouted. "I don't! Ishida, our friend needs you and if you don't help then you have done to yourself the one thing Kaien could never do because then you have finally died Rukia!" He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on!"
Rukia's eyes slowly turned to stare at his hand. They trailed up his long arm and finally met his eyes. "You're an idiot."
"And you're a coward."
A small pale hand gripped onto a larger, tanned hand tightly. "Let's go."
"Hey!" Tatsuki called as they stormed down the street. "What is going on?"
The two turned and stared at her. "Tatsuki, not now!"
"No! Now is a perfectly good time!" She growled, dropping down with a leg sweep that landed Ichigo on the street. "I have seen Orihime countless times since she died, and don't even try to tell me that that isn't Rukia!" She met Rukia's eyes and the two roommates exchanged one long stare.
"How..."
"I knew it!" Tatsuki threw her arms up. "Why is everyone who died coming back to life, Kurosaki? Cause it didn't happen before you and your friend showed up!"
"I can't tell you."
"Damn it!" She grabbed Ichigo by the collar and lifted him. "You are going to tell me!"
"No!" Rukia was the one who spoke this time. "Not right now!" She met the other woman's eyes and moved forwards. "You will know, I swear but if we don't go now then someone's going to die, and not come back."
Tatsuki looked as though she was going to argue- she really did. But she nodded.
"Thank you." Rukia smiled. "Come on Ichigo."
As she watched the two run off, Tatsuki bit her lip hard. "Orihime..." She grinned. "You're not getting rid of me that easily!" And she set off at a silent run.
Ichigo and Rukia cringed at the bell as it chimed to notify the funeral directors of their entry. The reception area was empty and neatly kept.
Rukia pulled a face and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this is the vampire headquarters...?" She asked doubtfully. "Cause it'd be just like you to get it completely wrong."
"Good afternoon." Ichimaru smiled, putting on his formal black coat. "I'm so sorry but we're closed for business at the moment. But I do have a number of..." He trailed of and his smile fell. "Oh my God." He frowned. "What do you want?"
"Well either you have the world's worst customer service or we've come to the right place." Ichigo smirked. "We're here for Ishida."
"No."
"...Can we leave a message then?" Rukia asked.
"What the cock is that?" Ichimaru frowned, eyeing Rukia suspiciously.
"I'm a ghost actually." She smiled and Gin returned the gesture.
"Really?" He grinned and she shrugged. "Can you like... move things about and walk from one room to another?"
"You know I'm pretty sure everyone can do that." Ichigo frowned.
"Shut up Fido." Ichimaru pointed accusingly at him. "The only reason I haven't torn your face off yet is because I've just hovered the carpet."
"Right." Ichigo said, and began to walk past the silver haired vampire.
Ichimaru had him against the wall in a flash, and Ichigo was finding himself being throttled by a man much stronger than he. "Rukia!" He choked. "Help."
The ghost scampered about the reception area, searching for a weapon of sorts. Finding a heavy looking phone, she threw it in Ichimaru's direction...
... And it fell to the floor, held back by the cable.
"Ruk...!"
She ran to the other desk and picked up a chair, smashing Ichimaru across the back with it with enough force to drive him to the floor. "Ow!" He complained. "That actually hurt!"
"Sorry!" Rukia smirked.
"What is wrong with you people?" Gin spat. "That totally, fucking hurt." He turned to advance on Ichigo again with blacked out eyes and long canines.
"Hit him again! Hit him again!" Ichigo shouted, backing away from Ichimaru. It wasn't that he was weak... but he was no match for a vampire.
Ichimaru darted forwards and grabbed Ichigo's shirt, which had unbuttoned slightly from the previous struggle, and immediately recoiled, hissing.
"What...?" Rukia began, but Ichigo held up the weapon.
His Star of David pendant.
"This is it?" He asked, advancing on Gin, and punching him knocking him to the floor with one blow. With the enemy on the ground, he turned to Rukia. "That was pathetic." He announced. "We're like... the world's gayest ninjas."
"I don't get it!" Rukia pouted. "I hit him with a chair and nothing but you hit him with your girly fists and he's knocked out!"
Ichigo ignored the insult. "My Star of David weakened him." He frowned. "That's weird though... it never hurt Ishida... he looks after it while I transform."
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"I feel sick. I think that was my first real fight." Rukia sighed, leaning against the wall and laughing lightly.
Ichigo shrugged, and began buttoning up his tip. "Yeah? Well you'd better get used to it. This is our life now."
"How's your hand?"
"Really fucking hurts." Ichigo gasped, bending over. "Is that guy made or marble or something? I think I've bruised the bone."
Rukia kicked Ichimaru's motionless body. "Dunno what to do with him."
"Leave him" Ichigo sighed. "Let's go and find Ishida."
"What was that?" Ishida demanded, following Aizen into the conference room. "Who are those people?"
"Runaways... mostly." Aizen smiled.
Ishida threw his hands into the air. "I thought all of this was voluntary! That doesn't look bloody voluntary to me!"
Aizen smirked. "Well I never said that I was after one hundred percent conversion, did I?"
Ishida's eyes met Orihime's briefly. "What do you mean?"
"Well we were always going to keep a small portion of humanity alive, we don't want all the useless shit off the streets."
Orihime closed her eyes and Ishida had to be restrained as he flung his body forwards. "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Well..." Aizen turned to smile at Ishida. "We need to feed."
Ishida was silent, his jaw going slack. "That's what this is? All of this... this bullshit about a new race... about advancing the world... it's all smoke and mirrors!" His eyes darkened. "You just want to feed."
Aizen smiled and sat down, Momo standing dutifully by his side. "That's not all... I also want to be able to look down at this tiny, pathetic little world and laugh." He shrugged. "But I'll admit, feeding is the priority." He stroked Momo's hair. "Now for you, Ishida."
"Aizen..." Orihime started, but when he glared at her, she turned and left.
Ishida smirked. "What about me? I don't want to be part of this."
"Now that is a problem." Aizen sighed regretfully. "I have indulged you for a long time, as a way of acknowledgement to our long friendship... but I have to put a stop to it now. You can't just hop in and out as the fancy takes you." His words and eyes went cold, and he stood up, walking slowly towards the captive vampire. "You're either one of us, or you're dead."
"Then I'm dead." Ishida smirked defiantly. "When there was a choice... when I was only feeding in order to change, I could fool myself that I was innocent. I was blind."
"You have always been so very blind." Aizen sighed. "So unable to see beyond the next life taken- or not, as the case may be."
"Do me a favour." Ishida asked, eyes meeting those of his killer calmly. "When I'm gone don't... talk about me- the way you do. I don't want to be remembered for the twins in Germany, or that mayor in London. I'd rather be forgotten."
"Well no one can call me heartless." Aizen smiled, and allowed his teeth to grow. "We won't talk of you after today."
One of the guard vampires fell to the floor, and two figures charged into the centre of the room, one with vivid orange hair and one with dark spiky locks.
"Who wants a piece of my chair?!" Ichigo called, holding the folding plastic chair above his head, still stained with a little undead blood.
When the tight hold on Ishida slackened, he broke free and turned to his friends, wildly staring at them with such a fierce surge of hope that he wondered how he had ever thought of turning away from them.
It seems that people thrust on you unexpectedly are just as important, or more so, than those you choose to involve of your own free will.
"RUN!" He shouted, and Ichigo threw the chair at the crowd of vampires with Rukia shrieking a little in shock as Ishida burst forth and led them down the network of underground corridors.
"How did you know where I was?"
"Didn't!" Ichigo shouted back. "I ran into every room with a different cool-sounding line to announce my entry!"
"... Who wants a piece of my chair was meant to be cool?"
"... I'd begun to run out of ideas."
The three were rounded off into one of the rooms by a freshly conscious (and pissed off) Ichimaru. Rukia disappeared briefly and reappeared in the doorway they were running towards.
"I just went to check if the coast was clear." She gasped, and Ichigo grabbed her shoulders.
"And is it?"
"Very much not."
"Damn..." Ishida cursed as vampires began to surround them. "Well guys... if I had to die today, I'm a bit glad it was with you two."
"How selfish." Ichigo smirked. "Wanting us to die too. We should've left you."
"Thanks."
"Now then." Ichimaru smirked, nursing a bruise on his cheek. "What're you going to do now?"
Ishida's eyes turned black and his canines lengthened. Ichigo unbuttoned his top to reveal his Star of David and Rukia readied herself for battle by spacing her feet. Gin laughed coldly and stretched his neck muscles.
"This will be good."
All of a sudden, he was pushed forwards and a girl stood in the doorway, staring grimly at the three people in the centre. "Well this was slightly worse than expected." Tatsuki sighed, assuming a karate stance. "Which of you bad boys wants to spill blood first?"
When a burly Indian was felled with a swift kick to the chest, she smirked.
"I meant, of course, your own blood. Suckers."
"Tatsuki!" Rukia called. "Behind you!"
Their dark haired saviour turned and had to roll to one side as Momo lunged for her neck. "Hey!" She yelled. "No dirty tricks!"
"I'm afraid we don't play by the rules." Ichimaru scathed. "Little girl."
"I bet you don't." She kicked at his face but her limbs were too slow and weak for a vampire anticipating the attack. Ichimaru quickly had her pinned to the floor with ease, and the other vampires gathered prevented any of the three others coming to her aid.
"Tatsuki!" Ichigo shouted. "Why did you follow us?"
"A bit late for that..." Tatsuki grunted, squirming as Ichimaru licked her neck. "...don't you think?"
"Oh god." Ishida breathed, and Ichimaru groaned in pain as a wooden stake pierced his chest. Momo was thrown into the crowd and knocked over a few of the advancing vampires in the process.
"Orihime!" Tatsuki cried, near tears as she took in the appearance of her oldest friend. The sweet girl who wore her brother's hair grips was gone, replaced with a ruthless leather-bound monster.
The red haired girl met her eyes, though, and Tatsuki smiled.
"I guess I have to thank you, huh?"
Orihime smiled. "Consider it my thanks for all the times you saved me."
"And us?" Ichigo put up a hand. "We think we should get out fast." Orihime helped her friend up and the five ran out, led by Orihime, into the dark of Bristol's night.
"We were in there a while, huh?" Rukia sighed, shivering.
As they dove into a secluded alleyway, Ishida grabbed Orihime and pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. After a moment of shock, she smiled and closed her eyes, savouring the touch.
"We have to go back to the house." Ichigo urged. "We have to pack and get the hell out of here."
"What about those people down there?" Rukia demanded. "We can't just leave them!"
"Maybe he's right." Tatsuki bit her lip. "It's not safe, right? The only ones capable of actually damaging that lot are Ishida and Orihime... We can't just rely on two to defend so many."
"We can't leave them."
"I'm not saying we can!" Ichigo grunted. "Just... how about going back now?" He looked up at Tatsuki. "We could get them out while everyone's in uproar and hope for the best."
"The best?" Tatsuki rolled her eyes. "You mean chaos. At least one of us would die if we did that, and who says they won't hunt us down afterwards anyway? We need to leave."
Orihime stiffened and looked up. "You need to stop them." She said, flatly. "Someone needs to stop Aizen."
Ishida stroked her cheek tenderly. "It's going to be tough, sweetheart."
Orihime looked down. "Tatsuki... I love you." She looked up at her friend, eyes swimming. "I'm so sorry for everything I've done."
"Don't sweat it..." Tatsuki grimaced. "You didn't know better."
"But... I did."
"You knew about those people." Ishida sighed, pressing his forehead against hers. It wasn't a question. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because..." Orihime's eyes spilled over, and her shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs. "You'd have made me stop." She gripped onto him tightly, trying to communicate her meaning. "And I... I didn't want to!"
"Orihime..."
"It felt too good!" She leaned against the wall and deliberately avoided the horrified eyes of the others in the alleyway. Ichigo was tightly holding Rukia's hand, and Tatsuki had closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fighting the urge to rip someone's head off.
"Orihime... Orihime..." Ishida breathed, stroking her hair. "It's okay. We can set them free, and run away from Aizen... you don't have to do that anymore."
"I can't run away..."
"You can."
"No!" She cried, and met his eyes with her own, wild ones. "I will feed and feed until there's no one left! I can't run away from myself Ishida! And it was me who went there frequently on my own to feed on those people! Oh god... sometimes they don't even fight."
Tatsuki sank to her knees and stared helplessly on as he friend dug into her pocket.
"Ishida... please..." Orihime sobbed. "You brought me into this world..." She gave him the stake. "You have to take me out of it."
"But..." Ishida shook his head, his own tears finally falling. "You saved me."
"So now save me."
No one looked away as she crumbled to dust, their tears the only acknowledgement of her passing in the deathly silence of the dirty alley.
"I'm sorry." Ishida mumbled, still holding the stake and Orihime's coat. "I'm so, so sorry..." He closed his eyes. "I love you." He whispered, and Everyone bowed their head in respect.
"We... have to go." Tatsuki repeated.
"Tatsuki..."
"Really." She said, turning to Ichigo. "We can't stay here."
"Have a little..."
"A little what? Sympathy? She was my best friend and I lost her twice because of him." She stood up. "If we're going to do anything we need to be prepared. Ishida." She stood squarely, lifting her chin defiantly. "Prove that you loved her. We have to kill that bastard."
Ishida nodded once. "Tatsuki, go to your house and find a wooden stake or something... we have one thing we need to do back home before we finish this." He met Rukia's eyes. "Ready for your revenge?"
Rukia met his eyes and nodded once. "Thank you."
"I'll meet you at my place then." Tatsuki smirked. "Aizen's going down."
"You bet he is." Ichigo growled. "No fucking bastard gets away with what he's been doing."
"Shall we?"
"Let's go."
Kaien opened the door in high spirits. "Honey! I'm home!" He laughed as he kicked at the familiar cracked tile and turned to see three figures in the dark lounge. "Oh look at that." He breathed, smirking. "The Gang's all here."
Rukia stood closest, her icy violet eyes narrowed and her mouth set in determined detachment. Behind her, to her right, was Ichigo, stood with clenched fists and a deep scowl. Ishida looked calm by comparison, but still filled with killing intent.
"Oh don't tell me..." Kaien laughed. "You two aren't ghosts too are you? Oh I knew I should've got references."
"Kaien." Rukia said, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "I brought you here to show you that you're nothing."
"Oh really, babe?" He smirked. "Cause right now it feels like I'm something pretty special."
"I'm just the tip of the iceberg." Rukia continued. "Did you never wonder what, if I existed, what else could exist too? look at you." She sneered. "So pleased with your grubby little murder."
Ichigo smirked.
"You think you're the big bad wolf?" Rukia's eyes narrowed. "You should see Ichigo on a full moon."
Kaien glanced at Ichigo, who allowed his smirk to widen, showing gleaming white teeth.
"You think you're a cold-blooded killer? Ishida was murdering countless people eighty years before you were born."
At this, Ishida's eyes turned black and he smirked.
At this point, Kaien's previous arrogance had all but vanished, and he was staring at Ichigo and Ishida with frozen horror. "And now." Rukia continued, relentless. "I'm going to tell you the very worst thing in the world... Something that only the dead know." Suddenly, she was beside his ear, and as she leant down to whisper, Ichigo met Ishida's eyes nervously, but saw no concern in his friend, and instead returned his gaze to Rukia, who stepped back slowly, her eyes on Kaien.
The man in question was trembling, and his eyes flitted around the room in a panic.
"That's... not true."
"It is." Rukia said coldly. "I've seen it." She touched his face, which was wet with cold sweat and tears. "If I were you, I'd find a big house, with big dogs and I'd never, ever turn out the light."
Kaien jumped back from her touch, icy as it was, and threw himself at the door, breaking into a frenzied run down the street, all the while sobbing and pulling at his own hair.
Toshiro Hitsugaya was a good policeman, and he prided himself on being immoveable.
Therefore, when a tall dark haired man threw himself at the glass partition to separate the officer at the desk from the potentially dangerous public, he barely blinked.
"Yes?"
"I need you to keep me safe." Kaien whispered, touching the glass gently.
"Right." Toshiro sighed, pulling out a form. "Who do you think is after you?"
"No." Kaien insisted, eyes wild. "I killed my fiancée and now she's going to kill me with what I think is a vampire, and a werewolf."
Toshiro didn't even blink, and instead met Kaien's eyes with detached disdain. "Right." He said. "We're going to need a different form."
"So what now?" Ichigo asked, taking Rukia's hot cup of tea gratefully.
"I don't know." She admitted. "With Renji there was just suddenly this... so I suppose I just need to wait."
"That was... incredible." Ishida smirked. "I've never seen you like that."
"It's amazing what fending off a horde of the undead does to your confidence." Rukia smirked in satisfaction. "And... it just felt right."
"What..." Ichigo swallowed. "What did you say to him?"
Rukia fell silent, and glanced at Ishida, stood behind him, who shook his head slightly. "Just a secret." Rukia said, and smiled. "That's all."
"That's all? I've never seen..."
"Oh god, Rukia." Ishida said sharply, and Rukia looked up, only to find his eyes fixed on the corner of the room.
Ichigo stood up abruptly. "Oh..."
Rukia looked around at the heavy looking wooden door and swallowed. "I guess that's mine..." She murmured, and stood up, slowly walking towards it. "Oh god."
"What do you do? Just... open it?"
"I guess." Rukia turned quickly. "Do I pack or...?"
"No." Ishida smiled. "I think you just go as you are."
"Right." Rukia laughed nervously. "Of course."
"Don't go." Ichigo said suddenly, and Ishida frowned.
"She has to."
"Or not." Ichigo insisted, not turning his fierce amber eyes from Rukia. "You could stay. With m... with us. What's beyond there anyway? Something better? Or something... else."
"It might be something else." Rukia closed her eyes.
"Then why go? Why... Why leave?"
"Because it's an end." Ishida interrupted, and the ghost smiled gratefully at him.
Rukia felt her tears spilling over. "I really can't." She said. "I'm so... so sorry." She looked between the door and Ichigo. "I should... say goodbye properly then."
Ichigo scowled, but nodded tightly.
"Oh god.... Ichigo." Rukia darted forwards and hugged him tightly. "You hated me."
"No I didn't." He argued, holding her to him.
"Oh come on idiot..."
"Well." Ichigo smiled in spite of himself. "Maybe a bit."
"Ishida." She sobbed, still clinging to Ichigo. "Don't kill anyone."
"Good tip."
Eventually Rukia was released and she hesitated. "Oh god." She bit her lip.
"You're lucky." Ishida smiled. "Not everyone gets the chance to say goodbye."
"I know but..." Rukia's hands clenched into fists. "Fucking hell!"
Ichigo's face fell. "You might want different last words."
"Ichigo!" She said, staring resolutely at the door. "When I open it... don't look inside." He nodded fiercely and Rukia slowly touched the doorknob, gasping a half-sob. "It's cold..."
KNOCK, KNOCK
"Argh!" Rukia squealed, pulling her hand back.
Ichigo pulled her back, pointing and shouting. "There's something at the door! There's something at the fucking door!"
"Guys! Guys!" Ishida shouted, with a smirk. "It's the other door."
"Oh god." Ichigo sighed as Rukia began to giggle hysterically. "I think I had a heart attack."
Ishida laughed and shook his head. "This is ridiculous we can't do this with someone at the door."
Rukia laughed nervously and separated herself and Ichigo. The werewolf put a hand over his eyes. "What the fuck could someone want at this time of night?"
Still laughing, Ishida opened the door.
And was staked.
Ichigo ran to his side as Aizen disappeared into the night. "Ishida!"
"Oh my fucking God!" Rukia screamed, and Ichigo turned to face her.
"Go! Go now!"
"I can't leave now!"
"You might not get another chance!" Ichigo shouted. "I can deal with this, just go and move on!"
Rukia stared helplessly.
"GO!"
Oh my God! Who saw that coming? (Being Human watchers excluded lol)
It's now 1.40 in the morning, and I'm up way too late JUST so I can say this.
TWO UPDATES SO CLOSE TOGETHER?! WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF111111111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111!!!!!!!!
Haha.
SO! Little reviewer competition to be featured prominently in the almost-climax of the story...
1) Tell me the name of the city where Ichigo comes from in this story.
2) What has been your favourite moment so far in Being Human?
Only one reviewer will be featured as the prominent character, and the first reviewer to be both correct and interesting will get it. The others to answer both questions will have more minor roles.
WHICH OF YOU IS UP AT STUPID O'CLOCK AM?
I love you all though... And I feel kinda mean for doing a competition... but its fun?