WestSide Story From Hell
Chapter 24
I stared heavily at the outline of the body of the floor. What could I do? The warm blood was starting to stick to my toes, and I could hear the gasping breaths begin to slow down.
I was already sobbing, letting out the loudest whimpers that I had been holding inside for the longest time. He was dying, and I was helpless. I buried my hands into my tangled hair and squeezed my eyes shut.
Was I really going to let this man die? I thought to myself. I remember Rangiku jumping for joy freshmen year when she told us that she might be in love. I remember her smiling the brightest when she talked about him. That the boy she liked looked past everything and made her feel special for once. Was I really going to take that away from her?
I thought back to Ulquiorra. His face in my memory had become a little blurry since I hadn't seen him in a while. I grimaced inside for I had forgotten his face. If someone took Ulquiorra away from me forever, I would be devastated. Ever since I could remember, I felt no romantic feelings to anyone. He changed that. If he was gone, I'd probably go back to how I used to be. After all I've been through, I don't think I'd be able to adapt back.
Shaking my head, I tried getting a hold of myself. I wouldn't put her through that. During the hours I've been kept in here, maybe even longer, I've been thinking of only myself. I've been selfish.
Wiping my eyes, I crawled over to Gin. His blood started to seep into my clothes. Putting my hands out in front of me, I tried to find the spot he was bleeding from. I had barely any energy left. Without any food in my system, I wonder how long I'd be able to sustain my healing powers.
I became mortified as I found the spot in which he was bleeding from. It wasn't big enough to be deadly, but it was in a fatal spot. My confidence in helping him deterred a little as my shoulders began to sag.
Shuddering, I listened to his quick, short breaths. I could feel him staring at me. I could feel him asking what was stopping me, and to be honest, I had no answer.
Pacing my hands apart, I felt my palms become warm. My hands began to glow and I felt my spine tingle. Light filled the room, giving me a clearer view of his face. It was flushed, his lips dry, and his eyes becoming a dull color.
Frightened, I tried to put more force behind my healing power. Focusing on stopping the blood first and then, healing him. I need more time, I wanted to shout.
Bracing myself, I watched as the glow I was illuminating began to brighten and dull. I was tired and running on adrenaline, making my healing powers work at an inconsistent rate. Still, I hoped for the best. I couldn't let go.
I needed someone to get out of here alive.
Ulquiorra continued to glance at the back seat. Grimmjow had now gotten control of his breathing and was just waiting for the car to make its way to the apartments. Nel had been fidgeting, resisting the urge to stare at Grimmjow.
It was a never ending cycle between the two, Ulquiorra thought to himself. Surely, they would have had figured this all out by now instead of dancing around each other. On the bright side, thinking about those two was a great way to relax and calm his nerves down.
He thumped his fingers against the steering wheel as he saw the apartment signs in the distance. Glancing back up between the two, he furrowed his eyebrows together.
"Are you two together?" He asked, deciding that he may as well get it out of the way. The questioned lingered in the air as Grimmjow turned away and Nel froze in her spot. He let the question sit there before pulling up into his parking spot.
Twisting his key out of ignition, he leaned back in his seat.
"So I'm guessing you're avoiding the question or each other." He murmured exasperatedly. "Have fun, you two." Ulquiorra said as he shook his head and got out of his car.
Twirling his keys in his hand, he walked up his front steps and unlocked his door. He leaned against the door as he turned to look at the "couple" in his car. Nel was trembling; fidgeting even more so, while Grimmjow propped himself up on his elbows to watch her.
"Dancing around each other," he whispered to no one in particular. Scratching his head, he opened his door and walked in. He stood in his doorway making sure everything was as he left it.
Flicking the lights on, he headed to the kitchen where he had left his laptop sitting on the counter. Opening the lid, he stood there staring at the screen as he waited for his eyes to adjust.
He heard his front door open and close, the TV flicked on, and the silence between the "couple" in the living room ensued.
Clicking on his email, he waited as it slowly loaded. It was still early morning. How many days had it been since she had been gone? He inquired quietly to himself. His thoughts turned to Nel and Grimmjow, and how they had danced around each other. He wasn't any better himself.
Ulquiorra was a new transfer student freshmen year. He had quickly got picked out of the group and pulled along side the Espada. He remembered seeing an orange haired girl watching them closely. Always being near them when they were in groups or just singling them out in the public. She wouldn't come too close but never too far away.
Sophomore year came when he realized she was in his history class. He had kept an eye on her. She had a nice smile, he noticed one day. Which was followed on how bright her eyes were, and how smooth her complexion was, to even how her fiery orange hair made her appearance even more alluring.
He tried getting her off his mind several times with no wanted result. She had begun to annoy him for she was literally haunting his mind.
He had thought the easiest way to resolve this was to confront her. So he chose to sit in her spot, the chair that she seemed to attach herself to, in hopes of her saying something to turn him off.
He waited for the longest time, thinking how infuriating this woman was for not saying something. He knew she wanted to, but she wouldn't make the move. Day after day, he waited but came to no end. He was stuck and she didn't realize.
Days passed before she quivered and broke. Yelling at him, trying not to back down, she had told him to move. He watched her, but his confrontation had made things worse. Her voice was a song to his ears, and, before she even knew it, he was wrapped around her fingers.
He didn't dare try to bring her attention to him again.
He had successfully gotten away from her for the remaining year and a half until the end of junior year. Gin, the bearer of bad news, had spoke of the old captain and what he had done to the now-members of the Shinigami. He hadn't let it show, but now that he was alone in the hallway, it really bothered him.
He wasn't even alone for that long as he remembered a soft pale hand reaching out to him. Upon seeing it was her, he tried getting away. She had only left his mind a few months ago, he didn't want her back.
Of course, that didn't happen. He pushed her away only for her to come back even harder. When she finally left, he was stuck with her again and this time, he accepted it. He spent the remaining free time of his summer at her library; trying to get little subtle glances at her while he realized she would stare at him just as hard.
Nel and Grimmjow were acting the same way: dancing around each other, waiting for the other to bring it up. Hopefully, it wouldn't take them almost three years to get them to make a move.
His email had finally loaded as he moved the mouse to his inbox. He grimaced at the amount of spam he had gathered before laying his eyes on one sent from Gin. He stopped and listened back to what was happening in the living room. Making sure Grimmjow was nowhere to be seen from his laptop he opened it.
"Soul Society Correctional Facility."
He stared at the email a little while longer. Gin, who had shot his partner and who had hypothetically left Rangiku for dead, was trying to help to him. He didn't trust it, but it was his only lead for now. Shutting down his laptop, he headed into the living him.
Upon entering the room, his windows and TV started to shake. Everything seemed to wobble as he stared as Nel and Grimmjow. Grimmjow looked towards Ulquiorra mouthing the word, 'earthquake'. Ulquiorra shook his head, and he ran to thrust the front door open.
A loud boom could be heard in the distance as he caught sight of smoke coming from the town. Looking back at the "couple", he mouthed the words, 'explosion; stay', to them.
He jogged over to his car, driving in the directions where he heard the mass of panic minds from people.
Rumble and smoke surrounded Rukia as she lazily tried regaining her focus. She could hear the sirens and screams outside the shop. Her head felt heavy as she tried getting back up. She fell a few times, before reclaiming her balance.
Smoke filled the air and rumble surrounded her. She caught sight of the growing fire coming from the downstairs. Looking around her, she began to panic as she couldn't find her comrades.
"ICHIGO!" She yelled and started coughing. Covering her mouth, she tried again.
"CHAD! ISHIDA! KISUKE!" She yelled again as her throat began to constrict.
"URURU?" A desperate tone began to overtake her voice. "JINTA!" She yelled once more, having her voice crack and die in the end. Her mind started to fog as she started coughing even harder. Her knees began to wobble. Tears started trickling down her face, but the fire surrounding her dried them away before they could even flow. She didn't want to go down like this. Where was everyone? Were they gone?
She could feel her strength to hold herself up slowly fade away. She didn't know which way was out and she didn't want to leave anyone behind. Blinking really fast, she tried to moisten her eyes. Taking a step forward, she gasped as her knee gave out from under her.
Falling, she put her hands out in front of her only to be caught from behind. She gasped at the sudden touch before the smoke got to her head.
Ichigo picked up Rukia's faint body and carried her back the way he came. He had been crushed when he realized she was the only one that didn't make it out of the shop. He was continuously told to stay put and let the adults do their work. But when he heard her voice, he rushed inside.
He was angry as the tips of his hair were dyed white. He was outrageously angry right now. The whole town was being played, becoming puppets, having disguises. He was ready to hurt someone, but he didn't know who to go after.
Surely, a stunt like this would have come from the Espadas, but last he heard, Gin had disappeared and almost everyone was disappearing. He could only think of one person who could be messing with both of them.
The ICUs took Rukia away from him the second he came out of the building. He stared longingly at her as they placed an oxygen mask over her. Chad and Ishida looked expectantly at him, waiting for his orders.
He felt his eyes begin to burn as they started to glow a yellow hue. His hair had grown a little longer, trying to dye his whole head white.
"What's the game plan?" Ishida said, almost about to snap at anyone who dared to walk close to him.
Ichigo waited a few minutes, trying to calm down and think clearly. It wouldn't be a good idea to make a move under the influence of his rage. But his inner self wouldn't see to it. It tried bubbling up to the surface, screaming to be let out. Huffing out a breath, his now yellow eyes stared at his comrades.
"Soul Society Correctional Facility." He said in two voices, his commanding one mixed with the sociopath inside him.
The war had begun.
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