Hey everybody! Sorry this took so long, my mind has been caught up in other stories! But here it is! Enjoy!
Chapter 21
The car felt slow. Renji knew that Byakuya was, in fact, driving much faster than he should, but it still felt slow. Ever since leaving the hospital Renji had been panicking and shooting past alleyways, looking for some sign was making it worse. He swore if Ichigo lived, he would make his life living hell.
"Shit!" Renji started at Byakuya's unexpected outburst. Seeing the dead end, his panic skyrocketed. "Let's get out and look on foot, we have to be close." Renji nodded, barely noticing their roles seemed to have reversed. Renji, the usual talker was silent and Byakuya was unusually vocal. Once the car shut off, Renji got out and looked around. Confused, he turned around to see why Byakuya wasn't out of the car yet. He watched, surprised, as his love pulled out a handgun from the glove department. If he wasn't so worried, the redhead would make a remark about Byakuya holding back on him but as it was, jokes were the last thing on his mind right now.
His body was throbbing. Everywhere hurt. If he had been able to spare a glance he was sure every inch of his skin would be black, blue or red, or a painful combination of all three. Panting, Ichigo eyed the albino slowing getting to his feet. Ichigo felt a surge of some type of malicious emotion at that. His last kick had knocked Shiro down very hard and the man seemed to be feeling the pain. One pale hand was clutching his side, exactly where Ichigo's heel had landed.
Ichigo felt a flash of despair at the standing man. That kick was one of his last ditch efforts to end this fight. He watched as that sadistic smile grew; Shiro knew he was losing strength. "What's the matter King? Gettin' tired?" Ichigo continued to watch the man, looking for some clue to the man's next move. The last thing he needed was to be distracting by his taunting. He watched, disgusted as Shiro lifted a bloody hand, covered with both of their blood, to his mouth. It was a battle of wills as Shiro lazily licked away all the blood, Ichigo refusing to back down and Shiro daring him to. Even when all the blood was gone, he continued, as if there were minute traces left. "You still taste the best King." He suppressed a shiver at that. "And us together? We're perfect." Gold eye gazed dreamily at Ichigo, expecting him to agree. When he didn't even acknowledge the statement, the eyes hardened. "Still haven't learned your lesson?" Ichigo glared mutinously at him. "Such a shame." Shiro said, shaking his head disappointedly. "You must need more pain." The bloodless hand reached behind and Ichigo's eyes widened at what it came back with. In that white hand was a knife. The silver blade was five inches long and it seemed to flash ominously from the surrounding lights.
Ichigo was shocked. He had never seen Shiro bring a weapon to a fight. Shiro smiled again, and he knew the shock showed. "Surprised King? You know you deserve more than a simple beating. I figured a knife would do the trick." Ichigo tensed, before forcibly relaxing his muscles back into his stance. He watched the albino grip the knife tight and take a step forward. Once again, the knife flashed, only this time it was on a downward arc towards Ichigo.
Toshiro sat in the white hospital room. Everything was white. The walls. The sheets. The floor. And he hated to say, but Toshiro himself as well. He had lost all the color when orange left. Dull eyes gazed out the window, taking in the overcast sky. Even the stars were covered by a thick layer of dirty white. Toshiro once again felt tears rise up at the thought of Ichigo out there. He was still hurt at the orangette words, but all that seemed to pale in comparison to the situation now. He was out there, alone, getting hurt. All for Toshiro. Without turning away from the sky, he glimpsed drops hit the already wed, white sheet.
Toshiro hated white.
In what felt like slow motion, Ichigo tried to block the knife. To some extent he did. He kept the blade from his neck and chest. That meant, however, the knife would slice is lower arm. Ichigo couldn't stop the cry of pain as he felt skin split open. He jumped away, feeling warm liquid run down. "Ya missed Shiro." Ichigo told him, trying his best to anger the man into doing something stupid. It did work; he saw the metallic eyes shine with anger. But the man seemed to be looking behind Ichigo. He refused to turn around. Then he heard it, running. He angled his head, and was both surprised and thankful. Renji and Byakuya had come.
While Ichigo hadn't turned around, he was distracted. It was the perfect opportunity for Shiro. He saw the knife, but this time Ichigo wasn't fast enough or lucky enough, to get out of the way. He felt the blade slide against skin and the rush of blood. Then Ichigo knew no more.
Byakuya ran even faster. He had tried to raise the gun earlier but there was too much of a chance of hitting Ichigo. When Ichigo hit the ground Byakuya froze, aiming at the bloodied albino, waiting for him to go after either Ichigo of them, but he didn't. Instead he seemed to be watching the blood flowing from Ichigo's neck. "Get away from him Shirosaki." Those haunting gold eyes turned toward him and he grinned. The knife rose. Byakuya tightened his finger, ready to fire.
"Ichigo's mine." The blade, rather than aiming at anyone, aimed at the albino himself. In but a second the knife slit his throat. The retired cop watched, shocked as bright red blood gushed down white-skinned body of Shirosaki.
What's going to happen?!
Probably two chapters left! Please review!