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Every Lifetime	By : Starspear Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, its characters or affiliates. I do not make any profits from this story. These characters are rightful property of Tite Kubo and Co. with the exception of my OC’s which you should be able to identify easily.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Sunshine and Strawberries
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, its characters or affiliates. I do not make any profits from this story. These characters are rightful property of Tite Kubo and Co. with the exception of my OC’s which you should be able to identify easily.

AN: Slightly AU since I’ve included Muramasa earlier on and my OC will traipse through Seireitei for a while prior to Rukia’s “trial”. Over 100 hits and no reviews…come on.

That’s it, girl! The ever present voice in my head cheered in a snarly voice. Hit him harder! Harder! Make him bleed! The combination of the violent encouragements and the hazy red that clouded my vision drove me to swing with more force at the crumpled being beneath me. Logically, somewhere in whatever scrap of sanity I still possessed, I knew I was over reacting as my blows landed solidly on the boy under me, but I was beyond care. I wanted to punish him.
Around us a crowd had long since formed, cheering the beating on wildly. My fury hitched higher as my victim began to spout blood from the mess that used to be his nose. The thing inside of me crowed at the sight, the sound loud in my head. The boy was crying now; full on whimpers and screams wracked his frame.
“What’s going on here?! Break it up! Right now!” The voice had enough authority to disperse the majority of the crowd instantly. It wasn’t too long after the call to cease that hands slid around my waist to hoist me up off the bloody mess I had created and even more hands grappled to control my flailing fists. “Hatake-san!” Someone called to me as I struggled. More sets of hands gripped me as I tried to tear forward. The boy had begun to crawl away. My prey was escaping me. “Hatake-san! Stop this, this instant!” The prompt did no use, though. Whoever was calling out to me might as well have been calling out to me from underwater. There was only one voice I heard and I heard him clear as a bell.
Rip his heart out! Tear him to pieces! I wanted to, I thought. This boy had broken a law of nature. I was the dominant one and I would make him pay for thinking otherwise and offending the laws of power. He shrieked as I reached a hand out towards him.
“Suzume-chan!” My body jolted at the sound of my name. Eyes shooting up, I realized I was now looking at a familiar face. The scent of warm honey and lemons assaulted my senses and suddenly the red haze surrounding my vision began to melt away.
“O-Orihime?” I blinked as true color began leaking back into being. She looked teary-eyed and smelled like sorrow and fear. I paused in my struggle. “You’re sad.” I stated dumbly, blinking away the rest of the red. Vaguely, I could hear a demonic hiss in the back of mind before it faded into nothing.
“You’re angry, Suzume-chan. I don’t want you to be so angry!” Orihime sobbed quietly suddenly gripping the collar of my shirt and burying her tearful face into the crook of my neck. I went to wrap my arms around her but I couldn’t move. Shock thrilled me as I noticed at least three teachers latched on to various parts of my body.
“Inoue-san,” a boy called gently, stepping beside her. “Maybe we should give your friend some space.” He was tall, ridiculously so, with darker features and a quiet strength.
“Suzume-chan isn’t my friend!” Orihime warbled, lip trembling. “Please let her go!” Gently, and very warily, if their looks were anything to go by, the teachers began to release me. Immediately my arms fell around the taller girl. The tall boy tensed, as did the other three behind him; a dark haired boy with glasses, a girl no taller than me, and another boy with hair that reminded me of sunshine. In fact, I noted as I took an experimental whiff, he sorta smelled like sunshine, too.
“I’m not mad, Orihime-chan. You don’t have to be sad.” I said confused. Why was she crying? Why was I being held by multiple teachers? Why did everyone look like they were standing on eggshells? Who was that boy crying and bleeding on the concrete? “Please, don’t be sad.” I reiterated, giving the girl a reassuring squeeze.
“Miss Hatake!” Someone finally shouted. “What do you have to say for yourself?! Attacking a fellow student like that!” One of the teachers, a man with a wrinkled face and freckled skin, gestured to the bloody boy. Had I done that? No, I couldn’t have. He was three times my size. I couldn’t have done that…could I?
“It wasn’t her fault!” Orihime shrieked suddenly, wiping the tears from her now furious looking face. “Mizurii grabbed her out of nowhere and j-just started g-groping her!” Orihime struggled with the word groping in a completely adorable way as her face flushed. I ran a hand through my hair. Had that been true? Had some guy just started feeling me up? I glanced over to the boy who was now being helped upright.
“I-I’m sorry!” He screamed as he caught my eye. “I just thought it was funny! I’ll never do it again! Please don’t hit me anymore!” His voice cracked and my eyes widened at the very real fear I saw written across his face. Understanding snapped through me like the sharp sting of a rubber band. He had gotten to me. Again.

“It wasn’t Suzume-chan’s fault, Mr. Yakutta. Please don’t punish her! It’s only her first day!” Orihime pleaded, gripping one of my hands in both of hers as if to protect me. My first day? Looking around I grimaced as I remembered where exactly I was. Karakura High School. It was my first day at Orihime’s school.
“If that’s the case we’ll talk about it more in my office. If what you say is true, which it seems to be, I’d say justice has been delivered better than a detention slip could ever do.” Mr.Yakutta sent the large, bloody boy, who was being led away, a withering glance. “How did you become involved in the fight, Inoue-san?”

“I was walking with Suzume-chan when it happened.” Orihime stated, eyes wide with honesty.
“And how do you two ladies know each other? You said you weren’t friends with Hatake-san.” Mr. Yakutta removed his glasses, examining them for any damage. My own eyes sheepishly roved over the spectacles, praying I hadn’t just killed some old man’s glasses.
“We’re not friends,” Orihime corrected. “We’re cousins.”

Vaguely I began to remember what happened. Orihime and I had been walking…then someone grabbed me…then nothing really. Shit. On my first day, too. I sighed quietly, feeling more than a little disappointed in myself. Orihime was the only family I had. She deserved better than a cousin who lost control of her entire body at random intervals. I snuck a glance at Orihime’s friends. They must think the worst of me already, I lamented tiredly. The taller boy, the girl, and the one wearing glasses had all stepped aside slightly and were talking quietly amongst themselves. I could already guess what about. The other one, though, the one who smelled like sunshine was still standing there. I almost jumped when I realized he was looking directly at me. My cheeks began to burn under the intense stare. He was looking at me as if I was the most intriguing thing in the world, like a brand new puzzle had just been put right in front of him and he wanted nothing more than to sort out and connect every single piece.

Surpassing my olfactory senses, completely on whim, I decided to mentally reach out to him while Mr. Yakutta listened to Orihime relayed her side of the story. Reaching out with my energy I gave a delicate caress to the pulsing aura around him. That time I did jump. But then, so did he. The taste of hot strawberries flooded my mouth, almost overpowering the scent of sun. His eyes narrowed and I knew he’d felt something, too. Cursing myself mentally, I dropped my gaze and followed Mr. Yakutta when he motioned for me to follow him to his office. Orihime gave me a sisterly squeeze on the hand before releasing me to my fate.
“Kurosaki-san,” I heard the taller boy, now behind me, ask someone. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” was the response. “I just really want some butterscotch.”

“Butterscotch?” Orihime chirped. “But, Kurosaki-kun, you hate sweets.”
I tongued the remaining taste of strawberries in my mouth guiltily as Mr. Yakutta and I made our way indoors. I shouldn’t have reached out like that, granted, but I hadn’t been expecting such a grand return, either. It made me curious. It made me want to turn around and stare back at the boy with the same intensity he’d stared at me with. I knew I couldn’t, though, and the reason why was whispering darkly in the deepest recesses of my mind as I struggled to ignore it.
I want to kill him for you.
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