Thank you for reading. This chapter contains a tad violence. You have been warned:)
2.40 AM Karakura Town
How many things a woman's presence in a man's bed can cause.
It didn't take long for the blonde woman to compose herself after the humility of walking into the man's bedroom only to find a naked woman laying on the bed, lurking. Waiting. Urgh, she didn't want to think about it anymore. What had happened was in the past and now she would move on.
She had been delusional, but he had been kind and what else had he been? She couldn't remember anything else about his personality. She had fallen for those abs she had felt through his garments when they bumped into each other by the bar. He had been dressed in a tent, more or less, not a very fashionable dresser. But she was only a woman and she wasn't that picky. If he hadn't turned out to be such a jackass, she would have spent the night there with him. She knew she would have. She would have been there now – kissing him, running her hands over those well defined abs.
"Maria, you couldn't have known," she told herself as she walked down the road in search of a taxi to take her home.
The night air still felt warm, the asphalt had carried the heat from the hot day even until this late hour. The birds still hadn't gone to sleep and neither had the guests at the various pubs in the area. A light breeze was drifting through the city, filling it with excitement and hope over the arriving summer.
In the pub to her right, the one she had been to earlier, a young couple had just said goodnight to their friends and retrieved their jackets from the guard at the door. The man looked like he was in his late twenties and the woman only a couple of years older. The woman impatiently waited outside as the man had gone to fist bump his bartender friend one last time.
She was tapping her foot in a rapid motion as the blonde woman approached her, "Do you know where I can get a taxi around here?" Maria asked.
"Well, ya kno" she began in a foreign accent. "Ah think ya can gat won fro tha streat thaer"
She pointed towards the closest street and be it coincidence or fate but something happened as the two women crossed paths. They felt connected, secure from the ever moving world. They felt as if the summer could never end.
Maria thanked her and walked a couple of meters towards the street.
She didn't get further than that before she was shot. BAM, BAM. Two bullets. One for the other woman and one for her.
The woman with the foreign accent died instantly as the metal dug into her skull and exploded in it, but the blonde's passing took several minutes. For every second that went by, her heart wrenching screams grew louder and louder until they couldn't be held back by the leather jacket that was pressed against her nose and mouth. She cried out of misery and pain as her life force drained out of her along with her blood. She cried for the last time in herlife.
After a while, when the sidewalk had been painted red by her blood, Maria finally found peace in the warm summer night.
It could just as well have been Ichigo and Rukia who died that night, it could have been Urahara and Yoruichi or Inoue. It wasn't. It was the blonde woman whose night had been ruined by the decision to go home with a certain mysterious shop owner.
How many things a woman's presence in a man's bed can cause.