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We do not claim to own/create Bleach (Anime) and/or its characters.
Though we did wish we owned the below;
Renji, Byakuya, Ichigo, Jushiro, Shuhei, Aizen (bad-boy look), Gin, Mayuri (mask-less, of course), and Toshiro.
(Well, at least, I did! XD – unamariposa)
My Lover - A Yakuza
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“The world would be a better place if I had not existed,” he said silently. Squatting in a dirty lonely alley, he leaned his small body to the dirty brick walls. He looked up to the sky; it was blue, blurry and carefree. “Carefree… I wish I was carefree. I wish I did not have these problems,” he said to himself.
His brown hair lay flat on his face, dark circles surrounded them. His yellow eyes were droopy and his lips, dead white. His pale skin laced with sweat. It was a fine day but his white shirt is damp with the salty substance. He hugged his school bag as he shivered.
The world moved slowly around him. It was a quiet and dead alley after all. There were a couple of dead birds and rats on the pavement.
Death… His thought wandered. I am a living dead… How he got into this kind of mess was beyond his knowing. Well, he knew; he just didn’t want to admit.
“Oie! Eiji-kun!” a male voice called out to him. “What’s up?”
He turned around to see who had called out to him. His wandering thoughts vanished at the sight of the person. Frantically, he stood up.
“Kano-san,” the small boy greeted, bowing slightly.
“I can’t always skip school for you,” Kano responded with an annoyed sigh. The boy, who wore the same school uniform, walked closer to the bowing boy. He had a grey sweater vest and a white shirt underneath. His legs donned long black pants and to his side he carried a black sling bag. “Just because you want to be expelled, does not mean I want to.”
“Gomen kudasai! I didn’t mean to get you into trouble, Kano-san,” Eiji replied, bowing lower.
Kano, a boy with a rather feminine face, glared at the top of Eiji’s head. His unkempt looks and dire smell made Kano’s nose crinkle. Running his hand through is short black hair; he pulled a small package from his bag. Fluorescent orange powdery substance filled the clear small plastic bag.
“You got the money?” Kano asked, as he waved the bag in front of Eiji’s face.
Eiji’s facial expression changed from subtle to desperate as he eyed the clear bag. Eiji’s had reached out to touch it, but Kano slapped his hand away.
“Have you got the money?” Kano repeated his question, this time more slowly, just in case Eiji turned deaf at the mere sight it.
“Kano-san,” Eiji started.
“You don’t have it, do you?” Kano replied, keeping his voice to a minimum. His looked back and forth, keeping an eye for anyone who has the chance to hear them.
“Kano-san. Please, I will pay you when I have the money,” Eiji begged.
“How many times do I have to tell you! You bring the money, I bring the stuff!” Kano said, while shoving Eiji further away from him.
“Kano-san, please,” Eiji started again.
“Get some fucking money! Where are your parents?” Kano raised his brow as he asked.
“N-No,” Eiji stammered. “T-They are already suspicious.”
“You know what? I have just had it with you,” Kano replied, throwing the clear bag at Eiji.
Eiji scrambled to pick it up from the smelly ground, like a starving dog picking up a bone.
“Arigatou yo!” Eiji said before he turned to walk away.
“Eiji-kun! Let me just end your sufferings right now,” Kano said as he pointed a handgun to his friend.
“Kano-san! What are you doing?” Eiji spluttered. His eyes opened wide with shocked and his legs froze. He wanted to run away, but he couldn’t. “You are my friend! You were the one who brought me into this mess in the first place!”
“Eiji-kun, let me tell you a secret,” Kano said, trying to contain his excitement while he aimed for Eiji’s forehead. “My name is not really Kano. My real name is Luppi. And I have never been your friend.”
Without warning, he pulled the trigger. The bullet had reached his forehead before Eiji could even scream for help. His lifeless body slumped to the ground.
With the gun still in his hand, he picked up the blood splattered plastic bag and walked away.
There Eiji’s body lay alone in a maroon thick puddle. As his warm blood flowed steadily to the ground, his spirit wandered free.
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Kuchiki Byakuya sat behind his heavy rosewood desk, flipping through loose papers with a fountain pen fitted perfectly in between his lengthy elegant fingers. The sun illuminated the room and brought in warmth and serenity. He was in his study room, which happens to be his home office as well. It was in a three storey mansion that stood majestically on top of a hill. A little waterfall brought out the beauty of a pond, where the exotic Koi’s lived. The garden was filled with beautiful trees and flowers, particularly Cherry tress and Chinese Bellflowers, which dances when met with the constant flow of untainted breeze.
His head snapped to attention when he heard a knock on his door.
“Yes?” Byakuya called out, his voice deep and cold.
“It’s me, Kenpachi,” a voice that is deeper and gruffer called out.
“Ah, come in,” Byakuya replied, returning back to his paperwork.
Zaraki Kenpachi, a giant of a man walked in the room and closed the door behind him. The bells on his spiked up hair ringed as he walked to the matching rosewood chair on the opposite of Byakuya’s.
For a moment the both of them sat in silence with Byakuya doing his own work and Kenpachi was left to entertain himself.
“What are you doing?” Kenpachi asked, finally.
Byakuya, instead of answering Kenpachi’s question, looked back at him with an apathetic face.
“You work too hard,” Kenpachi commented, brushing off something from his black suit.
“You try running our parish,” Byakuya said finally, his face still no showing any emotion.
“I’d kill them all, you know me,” Kenpachi grinned.
Byakuya glared at him with his intense dark eyes.
“Why don’t we have a match? A good fight,” Kenpachi suggested. “With your spirit at the moment, I know we’ll enjoy it.”
“Do you enjoy losing that much?” Byakuya asked.
“The only way I will ever lose, is when I let you win,” Kenpachi replied smugly.
Byakuya was about to make a remark when he was interrupted by the knock on the door.
“Yes?” Byakuya called out again, sighing with frustrations.
“Sumimasen, Oyabun-sama. I have news,” a male voice responded.
“Whatever it is, you can tell Soi Fon,” Byakuya replied, curtly.
“Soi Fon asked me to come tell you this personally, Oyabun-sama,” the voice answered.
“Come in,” Byakuya responded.
The door opened to reveal a big burly man standing behind it. Giving a bow, he waited until he had permission to enter.
“Come in Omaeda,” Byakuya insisted. “What is it that you need to tell me?”
“Another death, Oyabun-sama.” Marechiyo Omaeda replied.
“For God’s sake! Another one?” Kenpachi cried out.
“Yes, Waka Gashira-sama. This time, a college student,” Marechiyo said.
“Where is Soi Fon now?” Byakuya demanded.
“Gomen nasai, Oyabun-sama, but Soi Fon is still out investigating about it,’ Marechiyo answered, bowing slightly.
“If that is all, you may leave,” Byakuya said.
“Sumimasen, Oyabun-sama, Waka Gashira-sama,” Marechiyo said before leaving the two men alone.
“What are we dealing with here?” Kenpachi asked.
“I don’t know – yet,”
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Unohana Retsu sighed as she eyed the lifeless body of the young college student. Delicately, her covered hands reached out for his pale face. Her fingers brushed blood soaked locks of hair that clung to his face like dried glue. She felt overwhelming sadness as she looked at him. Such a young boy with a possible promising future collided with misfortune. How his parents will react to the dire news, she’d rather not imagine. It hurts badly enough, she thought.
The clang of her tools echoed throughout the white tiled room. Picking up a pair of scissors, Retsu began cutting off the school uniform he was wearing. Slowly and kindly, she took it off him and put them in a bag. There were odd marks all over his body, she thought. Using a toothed forceps, carefully she pulled out the bullet that had been embedded in his forehead.
Retsu was done slicing his chest apart when a figure of a woman suddenly stood next to her.
“What’s the verdict, Unohana-san?” the woman asked. She had a small figure with short purplish black hair.
“Soi Fon-san,” Retsu greeted, pausing her work. “Close range shot to the head. He died instantly. There are strange markings on his body though. I was just about to check it out.”
“Please do continue, Unohana-san,” Soi Fon replied, stepping back a little.
Using an enterotome, Retsu opened up his intestine only to reveal the inside of his stomach.
“What the-“ Soi Fon stopped herself before she could say anything more.
“I don’t know,” Retsu replied. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life.”
“It seemed to be burnt,” Soi Fon said.
“Yes - and this orange substance - what is it? It looks as if it’s burning him from the inside,” Retsu commented. Picking up a scalpel, she scraped off the substance and put it a petri dish. “I’m going to do some tests to this. Oh and his blood, there appears to show signs of toxicities in them.”
“What are you saying?” Soi Fon asked, looking at the older woman next to her.
“It’s like he consumed a very uncommon or yet, an unknown drug,” Retsu answered.
“An unknown drug? A kid like this? How could have he gotten his hands on them?” Soi Fon wondered, examining the body closer.
“I don’t know,” Retsu sighed; her sad eyes looked at the poor boy. “His parents, have they been told?”
“Yes,” Soi Fon answered. “They will be identifying his body when you’re done with him.”
“Poor boy,” Retsu murmured, turning her back to use a different tool. “Soi Fon-san?”
But by the time Retsu turned her back, Soi Fon was already long gone.
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“Oie, Kurosaki!” a couple of boys shouted as they saw a small blonde girl walking towards them. She hated this part of the day. She picked up her pace, ignoring the boys. In part of the day would have been okay, if there was someone to walk her home, but her sister had to stay back for football practice and her brother wasn’t really the dependable type.
Something about her short strawberry blond hair and her flapping short uniform skirt, blown by the wind made her look irresistible, one of the boys thought.
“Hey, I dare you to go up to her,” the taller of the boys said to his group.
“Yeah? What would I get if I did?” one boy asked, his eyes glittered with mischief.
“Nothing. If you don’t do it, you’re not a man,” the taller boy said simply. “Get her to kiss you.”
“HAH! You had me at kiss!” he replied.
Kurosaki Yuzu hesitated, she didn’t know whether she should just walk pass the group of boys or turn back and wait for her sister but it was getting late and she really needed to go home and get food on the table by dinner, so she braved herself and continued her walk.
Hugging her books, she tried to put on a brave face but her emotions betrayed her. The boys looked even more excited knowing for a fact that she was anxious. Quickly, she tried to pass them, hoping to avoid a hassle. Just went she thought she got away from it, a boy grabbed her arm.
“Let me go,” Yuzu said, wincing in pain.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go,” the boy jeered. At the background, his friends laughed.
“No! Let me go, you pig!” Yuzu cursed, tugging at her arm.
The boy cackled and harshly pulled her closer. His unoccupied hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. Yuzu’s books fell to her feet, as her hands lost its energy to the pain. Yuzu could smell his breath and the heat from his mouth coming closer to hers. Closing her eyes and biting her lips, Yuzu tried again to pull away. Tears threatened to fall but she knew if she cried, it would only make them more agitated. So with all her might, she tried to escape from his filthy grasp. The background laughter made her mad, but she realized she didn’t even have the strength to hurt one boy.
Suddenly the laughter was gone and she felt the boy’s grasp loosen from both her arm and hair. Slowly, she opened one eye, and then the other.
“You know, boys like you should go to hell,” a tall dark-skinned woman said, grabbing on the collar of the boy who had physically hurt Yuzu. One pull and the boy was on the ground, crying.
She had long purple hair with dangerously dazzling golden eyes, Yuzu noted as she eyed her savior.
“It wasn’t my fault! He made me do it,” the crying boy stammered pointing to his taller friend.
“Don’t you DARE run away now!” the woman said, to the taller boy who tried to escape. His emotions were mixed with fear and confusion. Who could she have known he tried to run away when the woman didn’t even turn back to glance at him.
“I only see useless boys with useless actions,” the woman replied. “Apologize now!”
“N-No Way!” the tall boy stammered, still maintaining his innocence.
“Apologize now,” this time the women spoke slowly but sternly.
“O-Okay! We’re sorry!” the boys spluttered, still standing rooted to the ground.
“Now, scram!” the woman replied.
Yuzu watched the boys scrambling to get away from her and the woman as quickly as possible.
“Ano… Arigatio gozaimasu!” Yuzu said, bowing to the woman.
But when Yuzu looked up, the woman was gone. A little freaked out; she picked up her books and walked quickly home.
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“Aizen-sama. The goods are ready for shipment,” Ulquiorra Schiffer, a small man with a melancholic face, said to a taller man who stood looking out the large window.
“Good, Ulquiorra. How long would it take to reach the specific destination?” Sosuke Aizen responded, a little smile played on his lips as he ran his hands through his wavy brown hair.
“It would not be until a week or so,” Ulquiorra replied. He was a very pale man with sad green eyes. He had cyan lines tattooed descending from his eyes, making it appear as if he was crying blue tears.
“Get Grimmjow there. See to it that things will be gone exactly as planned,” Aizen responded, waving his hand away.