A/N: Ok Chapter 3! Sorry it took so long but we finally got a computer of our own! Yay! Can anyone find my Hetalia reference? Anyone? Virtual Cookies for all!
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: Loud mouthed Red-Heads and Horrid Dreams
Blood. Horrible heart-wrenching screams filled the stale air as blood continued to pool around the stiff body. The horrific unrecognizable body of someone I had only just met… The screaming continued as the blood soaked the concrete-clad earth around us, soaking the knees of my jeans, as I leaned over the once cocky, and breathing, man. Who was screaming? It must be me, I realized. The screaming ceased after that, the cold night air now only filled with my labored breathing. I attempted to stand, failing as I fell into the pool of blood that surrounded Shiro. I wanted to scream again, now seeing as our faces were nose-to-nose, my warm ragged breaths washing over his cold blood-covered face. I laid there in a daze, ignoring the sticky substance now covering my face, admiring his pale one. All life gone, gold-on-black eyes glazed over in a milky white, nose dripping with blood. My eyes trailed up to his forehead, gushing blood. I snapped out of my haze, shooting up and scrambling backwards. I landed on my back. A pain shot up my back as I landed on something other than concrete. I slowly rose up and grabbed for said object. My trembling hands brought a .22 caliber pistol to my face. I completely snapped out of my haze.
"No… No! What the fuck have I done!" I screamed, trembling. I shot him. I blankly shot him in the head with a pistol. What have I done? What did I do? All he did was try to help me! Shiro… Shirosaki… I'm Sorry…
"I'm sorry!" Crying hysterically I brought the little pistol to my head. I can't live knowing I took someone else's life. I can't live knowing I'm a blood-drawing monster. Not with this blood on these hands. I positioned the pistol to my right temple and put pressure on the trigger-
Bang!
"Wakey wakey, Berry! We're 'ere!" Shiro's voice rang through my ears. Wait… Shiro? I looked around, confused. We were in his car parked in a driveway. So it was all just a dream? I let a grin grace my lips, and despite myself, let out a small chuckle. Thank God!
"Wha' ya laughin' fer? Finally crack? Get yer ass movin' I'm starvin'!" I'm hungry too now that I think about it.
"Ok, Damn. Where are we anyway?"
He didn't answer me, just walked up the driveway as I proceeded to get out of the car. I jogged to catch up to him as he reached the door of the mystery house. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. Being Shiro, from what I could deduct from him anyway, he did what any sensible human being would do, he kicked it. Still receiving no answer he stood there for a minute cursing under his breath. He suddenly jumped towards me, pushing me out of the way and dove for the potted plant by the steps. After rummaging in the dirt for a couple minutes, he held up his prize with a smirk- a key. Oh what a sexy smirk.
"Why the hell would someone keep a key outside?" I asked perplexed.
"I's Karakura Ichi. No' like shit really happens 'ere."
You have no idea. … Wait.
"Is this considered breaking and entering?"
Smirking like some demon douche, his simple reply, "Don' go getting' all goody-goody on me."
Successfully breaking our way into, what I assume, his friend's house he made a bee-line for the fridge. I'll just stand in the doorway like an idiot… Oh a nickel! As I bent down to pick up aforementioned nickel Shiro suddenly shouted.
"Nnoi! Ya here?"
"Don't fucking scare me, you idiot!" I yelled recovering from my mini heart-attack.
"Who the fuck is in my house?" Came a gruff voice from the hallway. A tall lanky man with shoulder length black hair, a toothy grin, and an eye patch soon followed the voice. I guess he knew it was Shiro because I sure as hell wouldn't have been grinning.
"Nnoitora, is Shiro here?" This time it was a softer, female voice.
"Yea, babe."
"Eek! Shiro-nii!" Ok, I take it back, not soft at all. Out came a sea foam green beauty with grey doe-eyes, a curvy figure, and *ahem* formidable assets. She ran to said albino glomping him in what looked like a bone-crushing hug. I'm still standing in the doorway looking like an idiot, the nickel taunting me.
"Oi, who's this?" Nnoitora was it? Asked Shiro.
"Tha's Ichi, ma sweet lil' Berry! Say hi Ichi!" Shiro replied as if I was a fucking five-year old.
"Shut the fuck up Shiro," I snapped, "I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." I held out my hand to Nnoitora who just waved it off. The green-haired girl ran over and caught me in one of her bone-crushing hugs. " It's good to meet you It~sy~go! I'm Neliel! You can just call me Nel!" I nodded struggling to get out of her death hold. Luckily Shiro saved me.
"Nel, yer crushin' 'im wit yer tits, lay off. Nnoi I gotta talk ta ya." He said in an almost serious tone. He sent me and Nel a look that showed he wanted to talk to him alone. That look sent a million shivers down my spine. Look at me! I've known him barely two days! If that!
"Come on Itsygo! Let's go to a little café and get some food while the boys talk!" Not giving me a chance to protest, Nel dragged me out of the house.
`~D~T~M~`
"So… How long have you known Shiro? I asked Nel, trying to start up some type of conversation.
"Since we were in High School. He's a pretty cool guy!" She exclaimed taking a bite out of her sandwich. Yes, they have sandwiches here.
"Hmm… That's cool I guess." I replied taking a sip of my coffee and gazing out the window. It was such a nice day out. Having already finished my food I was waiting for Nel so we could head back.
"How'd you meet Shiro?"
The question caught me by surprise. I honestly don't know how to answer it. I can't tell her the truth. I can't trust an almost complete stranger. Can I?
"I was taking a late night walk and we ran into each other. Literally."
"Aww how cute! Maybe there's hope for you two yet!" She exclaimed. She is way to hyper. Wait… What does she mean?
"What do you mean?"
"Ya know! Shiro's gay!"
Well that's interesting! If my sputtering on my remainder of my coffee was any indication. Nel just sat there with a happy glint in her eye, grinning from ear to ear while taking the last bite of her sandwich. Yep, she's too far gone in yaoi land. Shiro's gay? So… like… into guys right? So… Maybe… No! Bad Ichigo! Two days!
"Are you gay?"
"H-Huh?"
"Are ya?'
"We-Well…"
"You are!" I just nodded. Neliel looked happy as she downed the rest of her shake.
"We should head back," I suggested. Nel agreed and we started the two block walk back to their small home. The walk was silent and comfortable. Neliel is probably thinking of all types of yaoi scenes in her head. Sighing I waited for her to open the door before I let myself in.
"We're back!"
"In here, babe!" Nnoitora's voice came from the kitchen Shiro was on the couch so I just took a seat next to him.
"I got Nnoi to let us stay 'ere fer the night." Shiro said. I nodded. "I'll show ya tha room; we'll 'ave ta share a bed. Don' start, he don' trust ya alone."
Effectively cutting off all protests, Shiro showed me the room. It was nice I guess.
"Well 'ere ya go King."
`~D~T~M~`
I lay on the bed as Shiro took his shower. Now that everything had a chance to settle down, I was alone with my thoughts. Karakura Town. The town I was born and raised in. I laughed and played in. Cried and fought in. The town my mother was killed in. They snatched her away from me. Accused her of things… Things I didn't think any human mind could possibly think of. They blamed me… Said it was my fault… They- Feeling myself tear up, I stopped my train of thought. For a few minutes I just stared at the ceiling, my mind blank. Then it went to that dream. Shiro, a man I've barely known two days, dead by my hands. A monster, maybe I truly am a monster. I began chuckling to myself, but before it could turn into laughter, the door opened to reveal a shirtless and wet albino. Finding it suddenly hard to swallow, the floor became very interesting as I fought to swallow the lump in my throat.
"You're 'bout my size right?" I jumped at his voice, looking up his eyes met mine. I shrugged as he threw me a pair of boxers, some sweats, and a wife-beater.
"Go take a shower. I left ya a towel in there."
"Thanks," I replied, getting up clothes in hand.
`~D~T~M~`
The room was almost pitch-black when I returned from my shower. He was right, we were almost the same size; he was maybe a size bigger. I looked at the bed but there was no Shiro. Having no idea where Shiro was or where to put my clothes, I just threw them next to the duffel bag on the floor. As I made my way to the bed something grabbed me by the waist. My back met a solid chest, as a warm breath ghosted over my neck, sending familiar chills down my spine.
"Ya smell good Berry."
"Ge-Get off me." Damn stutter.
I could feel him smirk against my neck. He let go and I breathed a sigh of relief. That was short-lived as he grabbed me by the elbow and spun me around, effectively pinning me against the wall.
"Say Ichi," His face was so close, "You trust me, right?"
I stood there, face red, breathing ragged, pinned by a sexy ass gay albino, shell-shocked. Did I trust him? I don't know. Can you trust someone after only a couple days? Certainly not, but after all he did for me... My thought process was interrupted by his chuckling. His minty breath fanning over my face. When did he get so close? I want to lean in…
"S' okay Berry. Takes time I guess. Let's get some sleep." He said detaching himself from the wall and myself. He walked over to the bed getting snug under the cover, me soon following suit. After a few minutes I felt a strong arm around my waist, and a pair of strong legs curl up behind me.
"Ne, Berry?"
"What?' I asked exasperated.
"How ya like me spoonin' ya?" He said with a cackle.
"Shut up!"
`~D~T~M~`
Shiro woke me up about 9:00 the next morning all packed. He threw me a pair of jeans, saying it was going to be hot and the beater would be fine. Shrugging I threw on the jeans and met Shiro in the living room. He threw a note on the table and grabbed my wrist, leading me towards the door.
"In a hurry?" I asked.
"Humph. We'll pick somethin' up ta eat on the way out, 'kay?" He said pullin on his shoes.
"Ok…" We walked out to the car, Shiro throwing the duffel in the trunk, when I spotted a familiar tuft of spiky red locks coming up the sidewalk.
"Renji?" I whispered under my breath.
"Huh?" Asked Shiro.
"Ichigo! Man, I haven't talked to you in a while! How ya been?" Renji shouted.
"Fuck." Shiro whispered.
"Hey Renji," I greeted, "I've been Okay."
"Really? Everyone's been talking about your 'disappearance'. They're saying you're crazy Ichigo. That, you're a witch." He said. A witch. Everyone? Oh God, no. This is how it started with my mom.
"Wha-What?"
"Ichigo," Renji said turning serious, "I have to turn you in."
A/N: Oh No! Ichi Ruuun! Nah! Til next time! Damn I'm tired... (P.S. Anyone Guess the Hetalia reference?)