The Urahara Shop Computer
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo is the author of the popular manga/anime series and has complete ownership of all official Bleach characters. I do not own anything that is mentioned as a crossover cameo from anime, manga, video games, music, TV shows, movies, or otherwise. The only thing I own from this collection story is any/all Original Characters, plots, drabbles, etcetera.
The car sped down the street of the countryside of North Dakota covered under a heavy blanket of snow and ice. It was snowing when the driver of the car arrived in North Dakota by plane, but it had stopped half an hour ago and cleared up.
"Listen, Rukia. It's going to be over soon. I promise you!"
"Alright, everyone! Get down to the ground and hands over your heads! And no one will get hurt!"
"Rukia, baby, it's over, alright? It'll be all over soon. You, the kids, we're all going to live!"
"Slow and steady, G, slow and steady."
The lights were turned on as it was an hour past midnight. And even though there were few clouds in the sky this dark dreary night, the moon was out and it was full. Cars and trucks were seldom passing by as the driver continued to speed towards his destination since departing from the airport the next city behind him.
"Rukia. I had to make the call. Don't you see it? It was either we all die, or just one guy dies. I'm that guy!"
"It wasn't supposed to go down like this, G!"
"Rukia, baby, do you want to die where it's cold and miserable, or do you want to live in a place where it's always nice and sunny?"
The car pulls to a stop as the sirens and the tolling bells echoed, the red lights flashing, and the clack-clack of the rail wheels echoing as the train sped along the tracks. The train was a short one and soon the cross bars lifted and the lights and bells went dark, allowing vehicles to cross safely over the train tracks. The driver continues to drive towards his destination, making time by passing slower cars when safe to do so.
"Listen... I met this guy. He's a nice man. His name's Kisuke Urahara and he's a federal officer. Honey, he's going to take care of it, okay? He'll take care of everything."
"Come on! We gotta stick to the plan!"
The car eventually pulls into the small town on this cold cloudless moon-lit snowy night. It slows down at a street corner, turning to the right, heading towards a church that was in the short distance past the train tracks.
"Listen, Rukia. Trust me, baby. We do this one last job and everything is done."
Everything is done...
Everything is done...
Everything is done...
The engine shutting off once the car is placed in park, the door opens sucking out all the warmth of the interior to the cold night air. Out steps a man with orange hair bundled with a black winter coat and pants, wearing an orange scarf and matching winter cap, and a pair of blue and white snow boots.
The soft crunch of the freshly fallen snow echo in his ears, along with the sound of an owl giving its calls from the nearby tree away from the lights of the lamp posts. But that was not concerned him. What concerned him was the growing feeling of dread creeping up upon his spine as he crosses through an open gate and into the church's cemetery. Rows upon rows of tombstones of various shapes, both simple slabs of marble and stone to shapely crucifix crosses; he even walks past one that was shaped like a man with bat-like wings clad in a white robe with black tear tracks running down under the eyes.
He slowed briefly, seeing activity in the far back of the cemetery as he walked further into the cold frozen cemetery, and what looked like construction lights giving the grave digger some light to work in this night. A flash of blue hair is seen as dirt is tossed up and onto the growing pile nearby. He crosses up the steps and soon stops in front of a grave with a dug hole in it.
The tombstone read a name, illuminated by the light of the nearby lamp post: Ichigo Shiba.
"So, you finally made it, sugar tits," the blunette stated, his breath haggard from shoveling into the grave. The guy wore a similar brand of winter coat, only white and half-black, with blue jeans and brown boots.
"You're wasting your time, Grimmjow."
"Just give it up, Ichigo. It's over. You're caught." The man identified as Grimmjow lets out a frustrated breath with a tug of more dirt, shoveling it upward and onto the pile behind him. "When are the lies going to end? When will you stop bullshitting me, huh? You flew all the way here just to talk sense into me?"
"Grimmjow…" He then sighs, looks away. "Fuck it. Go ahead. Do whatever you want. I don't give a shit anymore."
"Yeah... That's exactly what you look like, Ichigo. A man who doesn't give a shit," Grimmjow says, as he twists the spade in his hand, grinning manically. He looks to and from the emptying grave plot to his lying best friend and partner-in-crime.
"Whatever happens in the dark… comes out in the light," Grimmjow says cryptically.
Ichigo finally waves his hands. "Do whatever you want."
"I bet you'd like that, huh?" He says to Ichigo. "Your last chance, Ichigo..."
Ichigo looked away, taking a step from the dug-up plot. Grimmjow giggled a bit, half-crazed, before resuming his task of digging to the truth. Ichigo looks back after hearing a solid crack of steel on wood. Grinning, Grimmjow discards the shovel and grabs the pick-ax. Ichigo doesn't reply, as he stands there and stares as Grimmjow smashes the pick into the wooden box. He makes a successful hole, as he digs through the last traces of dirt and starts cracking a larger hole into the aged and half-rotted wood. The scent of death hits his nose, but it didn't matter to him, as he breaks down briefly.
"As if I didn't know," he finally stated, in a half-hysterical tone, looking to Ichigo before back to what greeted him inside the wooden casket.
Staring back at Grimmjow within the reflected light was a rotted half mummified corpse of one of their friends.
It was the corpse of Gin Ichimaru.
"I had to make a decision, Grimmjow! We were all going to die!"
"So? So what? What was it supposed to be, huh Ichigo? With Gin in the can and me in the hole? Or was it supposed to be the both of us in the dirt? Huh?"
"You saw what happened, Grimmjow!" Ichigo shouted at the blue-haired psychopath. "Gin got shot and went down! He died! I got shot, and I lived! I had to make a choice, Grimmjow!"
"Yeah, but I think what you didn't count for was me showing up at your doorstep ten years later." Grimmjow climbs out of the desecrated grave, getting to his feet as he stares down Ichigo, the building rage bubbling to escape. "You," Grimmjow's voice twists with hatred, "Hollow motherfucker!"
Grimmjow draws out a gun and levels it at Ichigo's head. Ichigo was fast on the draw of a gun he had purchased from a gun shop on his drive to where his grave was located. Both men held a gun in their hand, leveled at one another.
"I had a family, Grimmjow," Ichigo said, his voice twisting with emotion. "Rukia, Saito, and Rin... I didn't want to get them killed with me. We were all going to die! I didn't want that so I made a call! This is what happened!"
Grimmjow was breathing heavily through clenched teeth. He tried hard to squeeze the trigger, but somehow he wasn't able to fully apply the pressure to do so. "What are you waiting for? Pull the fucking trigger!" He yells at Ichigo.
Ichigo stared hard at his partner/friend. Grimmjow was struggling to curl his finger around the trigger and fire off a round. Of course, Ichigo was also struggling to end it all and kill his friend right here and now.
"You don't have the guts..."
"I'll do it, Ichigo. I'll do it!" he yells at him.
"Then go ahead!" Ichigo yells back.
"I will!"
The intense stare down was interrupted by the sound of feet crunching the snow.
"Who the fuck is that? One of your friends?" Grimmjow yells at Ichigo, hearing the speedy footfalls.
"Mister Jaegerjaquez! We need to talk!" shouted a Chinese man rushing up the short steps. He carried an automatic assault rifle in his hands.
"What the fuck?" Ichigo yells in surprise, seeing someone else rushing to them.
Grimmjow didn't reply. Instead, he threw his gun at Ichigo smacking him in the head before bolting for it. Ichigo recovered and fired off a few shots, however Grimmjow wasn't hit as the church back gates slammed shut. Grimmjow was running away, while the man from earlier shouted in Cantonese to other people running into the graveyard. Ichigo wisely took cover behind a nearby tombstone, as he could see in the few light sources of the lamps these men were dangerous and armed with semi-automatic rifles and carbines.
"Get the boyfriend!" the same Chinese man shouted to more of his friends.
Huh?
"Wait? Boyfriend?" Ichigo muttered confused, just as gunfire opens up from the Chinese gang members.
Of course, with just a 9mm, Ichigo had to time his shots perfectly, taking headshots, and scavenging their guns for added heat, as he slowly battled his way with a blaze of gunfire out of the church cemetery, and back to his car, leaving behind a visible carnage of destruction and blood and blown skulls. When he finally made it to his car to escape, to his horror the car wouldn't start. And he saw the reason why in seconds: the lines under the steering wheel were cut with a knife.
"Fucking Grimmjow!" he swore, banging his fists on the steering wheel.
Lights shined in the window and to his increasing horror, more Chinese gang members arrived, and all had their guns trained on him. Ichigo immediately threw his hands up into the air, the universal sign of surrender.
"Get out of the fucking car," one of the gangsters threatens, leveling a Glock at Ichigo, finger on the trigger.
"Okay, okay... I surrender."
Ichigo slowly opens the car and tosses the gun away. One of the gang member's pockets it as he gets out of the car slowly, hands still held up in surrender. That's all he recalls as the butt of one of the rifles bashes him in the head, knocking him out.
How come I thought of this first? :P