A/N: First Chapter! Again I type these at school so updates will vary… Kinda short, the length will vary each chappy. Merry reading! (Please excuse any errors or spelling mistakes) :)

Summary: Ichigo; on the run after being accused of witch craft. Who can he trust? Not many. Modern-day (Despite how it sounds). A.U. ShiroIchi. T.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Don't Take Me: Albino Wishes

It's dark. Pitch black outside, clearly showing it to be at least 3 in the morning. The eerie silence made me uneasy, making this desolate street seem suddenly very crowded. I picked up my pace, now eager to get to my little apartment. I suddenly stopped. Something didn't feel right. I looked around, suddenly feeling stupid, for it was pitch black outside making it almost impossible to see anything. With that I turned forward and continued my jog-walk.

"Damn it! Why in the hell did Keigo have to call in sick! I could be in home, asleep in my bed! But no, he had to get sick leaving me alone with a deadline! Hey dumbass! It's called a flu-shot! Fucking dum-"

My rant was cut short by the sound of heavy foot-steps. They weren't behind me. How cliché is that? They sounded like they were right beside me. It must be my imagination. Damn head. Damn Keigo. And damn fucking foot-steps right beside me! I started running trying to get away from the foot-steps. I stopped about a block away from my apartment and caught my breath. No foot-steps. Thank god. I resumed my walk on the dimly lit side-walk, finally making it to my dainty apartment.

"The fuck..." My apartments a mess! My couch! What the hell is on the wall? Is that... blood?

"Shit!" I began looking for my cat. Yes my cat. He's a little tabby cat. I named him lil Grimmy. Anyway... Where the hell is my cat! I looked under the nearly shredded curtains, under the piles of magazines and newspapers, and behind the overturned coffee table. Nope not there. I flipped my couch back over.

"Ahh! Grimmy!" I couldn't help but scream, albeit it was a manly scream. Now I know where the blood came from. My Grimm, my lil Grimm looked like he had a fight with a blender. He had so many cuts making his once white and orange body dark red and pink. His signature blue streak on his back, the one that made him Grimmy, wasn't even noticeable under the gooey liquid. His spine was peeking through his neck, his body almost totally drained of its life source called blood. His once sky blue eyes were totally white, his tail missing. I picked up the mutilated body of my cat and wrapped it in one of my torn up curtains. I set the carcass down against the wall and realized I was hyperventilating.

"Shit... Calm down Ichigo. Calm down!" I repeated my little mantra until I was able to get my breathing to slow to a steadied pace. I decided I might as well check out what this sick bastard did to the rest of my apartment. Kitchen's closer, so I made my way towards it. Odd, the kitchen looks just fine. Well excluding the bloody steak knife in the sink and the cat tail hanging from a clip magnet on the fridge like it was a fucking drawing my little sister drew me. Scowling, I snatched the tail off the fridge. I need something to drink. I opened the fridge, seeing it emptier than I last remembered. Scratch that, there is nothing in here. Nothing. Fuckers raided my fridge! With a huff I slammed the door, settling for a glass of water. After downing a glass I made my way down the hall. Not much down, just my bedroom, a closet and the bathroom. My bedroom door was still closed but I decided to take a look anyway.

"Are you serious?" My clothes were strewn everywhere and there was a pair of bloody clothes folded neatly on my bed. Bastard decided to clean up, eh? I felt my eyebrow twitch. I backed out of my room and walked towards the bathroom. Huh, the shower is on. Wait! The shower's on! I ran into the kitchen and found the knife I saw earlier. Hey, it could work. I quietly opened the door and noticed the light was off. I dared not turn it on. I walked towards the shower, my knife drawn and ready. I brought the knife down with a mighty "Yah!" Nothing. Seriously? I turned the shower off.

'Funny, calling the police never crossed my mind until now,' I thought. I walked into the living room and turned on the floor lamp next to the bloodied wall. Turning around I saw the bloodied, curtained carcass of my beloved cat. I shuddered and walked towards the window and pulled the blinds. The moonlight shone in, illuminating the mess of blood-painted magazines, glass, water (thanks flowers), couch pillows and various other items. The blood stains on the carpet made me cringe. How in the hell am I supposed to explain that to my dad? Not to mention the corpse, the source of the blood. Sheesh, I should take care of that. I walked over to, what used to be, little Grimmy and picked up his tightly wrapped body. I turned around, only to come face-to-face with the bloodied wall and the message it really held. I gripped onto Grimm's body and froze.

"I know what you do. Those little games you play. All those little ghosts you 'befriend' and 'help'. You're next, little witch. Just like you mother. ~:)"

"Wha-What the fuck is this!" I couldn't stay here. I dropped Grimm, grabbed my shoes and bolted. I didn't even bother shutting the door, let alone locking it. I'm scared shitless in all honesty. My… My mother. That shit's no joke! I wish I could get away from here. I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM HERE! I collided with something firm, making me fall back. Grabbing for my ass, I looked up to see white. That's it. White.

Definitely a man, who looked my age, about 5" 9, and definitely albino, had this uncanny resemblance to me. He was sin. The contrast of his almost achromatic white skin-tone and matching hair against the hopelessly dark night made me struggling to get up. I looked into his eyes and my mind went blank. Black sclera surrounded the most beautifully golden hued eyes I have ever seen. I forgot what I was running from at the moment.

"Nee' help?"

Sin I tell you! His voice, like a watery tone a Siren would be jealous of. I said nothing as he helped me to my feet. Shit I was still on the ground?

"Where ya off ta in such a hurry?"

"Don't care, anywhere. I need to get away from here," was my shaky reply. He cackled. Yes cackled.

"This is yer lucky day! An' where comin' up! Hichigo. Hichigo Shirosaki." He said holding out his hand.

"Ichigo Kurosaki." I said taking a hold of his hand. He smirked and I was expecting some stupid crack on my name meaning Strawberry or some shit. Surprisingly he just squeezed my hand and let it go, gripping onto my wrist and leading me to his 2011 grey Escalade. With that we were headed out of Omaeda city. Let's see where this shit takes us.

A/N: It's 1/24/2012 and I am about ¼ the way done with the second chapter. Not very interesting but meh. Well that's all for now! Ciao!