Disclaimer: "Can I have Bleach?"
Ichigo: "No"
"What about Ichigo?"
Shiro: "No"
"Shiro?"
Ichigo: "No"
"Ice cream?"
Both: "Why not..."
Whispered words chapter 2
The small girl exhaled painfully as she stumbled feebly out of a dark room. Her chest heaved as the small lungs achingly allowed air to pass through. She whimpered. Why couldn't she just die?
It would make It happy and she wouldn't be a bother for it anymore. Plus, as an added bonus, she might be with Mama up in heaven.
She slowly made her way down a flight of stairs. The winding stairs led her to a place she had once deemed to be the scariest of all. The Basement.
But now it did not frighten her, there was something else that frighten her up the point of hysterics. The problem was unlike the old-fashioned unrealistic Monster-In-The-Closet or Bogey Man that supposedly scared the living daylights of nursery children, her Monster was alive and very,very much real.
She made her way down the stairs and squeezed her way into a hole, a trail of red, red blood following in her wake.
The basement, at first glance was like any other; cluttered and dusty. At a closer look, a set of shackles nailed to the wall creaked,and a table next to it. The table held objects of horrific value. Whips, branding metals, sandpaper,and a paddle. The little girl shivered. A spanking with a belt was nothing compared to other things the Monster had used.
She walked and laid her aching body on a thin smelly blanket that served as her bed. She didn't cry. Crying was bad, she knew that. It was a fact that was honed into her over the years. She screams, it hits, She'd cry, it hits harder.
She just laid there,holding her legs in a loose fetal position. What was hours felt like minutes. The door bashed open and cussing was heard. The slamming of the door didn't faze the little girl, the voice did. It was the Monster...
Seconds later and a tall figure appeared. The little girl became vigil, if it was one thing she learned in her short life,it was this; Never trust the Monster,always keep your eyes on him.
If you did, it was Death....
A young man sighed. Man, he hated going out in the rain, but he had to if he was going to eat and survive for the next two was either go out and shop or die from no food. Naturally he chose the latter of the situation.
He sighed relived to see the grocery store not 5 blocks away from him.
He grunted as he stepped through the doors into the store,shaking the rain from his hair, a crooked smile on his face.
He sighed once again,looking at the shopping list he had taken for hell to begin again.
Several minutes later, he found himself carrying a shopping basket partially filled and looking for a item that frustrated him to no end.
"Carrots,carrots, where are they? hmmm, the damn CARROTS!?" He said, glaring a hole into the sheveles. He sighed roughly and turned his head.
only to find on a shelf, as if mocking him, sparkling rows of............carrots.
"If I'm not already, then one day I'll probably be insane" He muttered feeling slightly embarrassed of both the situation and how unobservant he was.
Several days later found the little girl on the streets hurrying to keep up with the long strides of the person leading tripped and fell down with a cry,her soft skin hitting the harsh cold concrete.
"Oh get up!!!!!!!!" the man snarled. The man looked around and wrenched the small girl up by a tiny arm. He let go and quickly resumed his fast strides. the girl followed him, cradling her arm. She continuously tripped and almost fell as she tried to keep up, her eyes watering in pain.
Just as the pair rounded a corner, a young man bumped into her,causing her to almost kiss the floor beneath her.A arm wrapped around her tiny frame before she met the ground,gently lifting her to her feet as a voice said; "Opps, sorry little one! you okay?"
She struggled to answer the young man, her eyes flickering up to his face and back down to the floor. The young man waited paitently, a warm smile on his face.
"Brat!" A angry voice called out. Both the girl and the man next to her looked up to see a middle aged man in front of them, a angry snarl on his face.
"Brat!? How many times do I have to.........!?!?" The man stopped his words that the sight of the other man. He quickly hid his anger and looked at the newcomer with a
calculating stare.
"Hello! Is this child yours?" the young man asked a smile on his face. The other man responded with a stiff nod.
"She's a sweet kid, what her name?" the young man asked. The other man said nothing.
"Who are you?" the man asked icily.A beeping entered the crackling silence before the adolescence could answer and the young man looked at a watch on his wrist.
"Heh, well I've gotta scram, so take care" And with that young man they were utterly alone
Slowly the older male turned to face the baby, a sneer on his face. He roughly picked her up and tucked her under his took his belt and slammed it down harshly on the little girl's unprotected backside. She shivered,tears dripping on her face. A warning,telling her what would happen when they got home.
But she wouldn't get the belt. Even though she was just two, she knew she would soon be screaming.
The young adolescence walked up the street, his mind on the confrontation with the little girl's father.
His eyes narrowed, it was to obvious. The man just suddenly calm when he saw him with his daughter. The guy was pretty good at hiding emotions. But he was pretty good at decoding them. Especially after so many years of honing in the talent. He knew the difference between fake and reality. What really gave it away was the little girl. Her eyes.........held so many emotions, he couldn't even tell the difference. He hated seeing this, and that's why he took his job.
To help them from humanity's monsters. To save them.
AN: sorry for the long wait!