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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 29

Characters: Many

Word count: 1,705

AN: Since I spaced on this chapter last week, I decided to keep my schedule on schedule and post this chapter today and come Friday, the Epilogue. After this story is done, I'll be posting the last chapters of The Truth Behind His Life and then a new story shall come out.
Which story? Well, you'll just have to tune in and find out.
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It was nearly three hours before they were let go from the Units offices after interviews and pictures of the rising bruise on Ichigos cheek had been taken. Still, Ichigo couldn’t help but feel happy as they pulled up to the house. His jaw throbbed, a left over from the pain that he had killed with a couple aspirin and a very cold can of soda. The bruise was a mesh of sickly yellow and black that turned out much lighter then he had expected it to end up. Luckily the blow from Jin hadn’t broken his jaw.
“Home. It looks so good to me right now,” Ichigo moaned, eyes closing as Shinji pulled into the driveway, parking. “It’s done right?” he asked his lover, getting a soft smile.
“Yeah, it’s done. All we have to worry about are the trials for those who don’t take deals,” Shinji replied, smoothing the back of his fingers over Ichigos bruised cheek. “Come on, let’s go in,” he said, the red head nodding. Stepping out of the car, he walked around and opened his boyfriends, helping the tired man out.
“I want a sandwich, some chips, something chocolate and some of your iced tea,” Ichigo stated, looking up at the man with a begging look as Shinji wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Oh, I think I can throw something together. What kind of sandwich?” Shinji asked, smiling down at him as he unlocked the door.
“Rye bread, the usual condiments, tomato, lettuce and pickles with Swiss cheese and turkey,” Ichigo replied. Stepping inside, he leant against the wall as Shinji closed the door and knelt down before him, helping him remove his shoes.
“Come on, let’s get you comfortable and I’ll make you that sandwich,” Shinji replied, drawing Ichigo into the living room once he had put their shoes away. They both saw that the closet door was partially opened and shared a look between them. Ichigo shook his head and sat down on the couch, melting into it with a moan.
“Sandwich. Feed me,” Ichigo said, taking Shinjis gun when the man bent over enough to hide his movements. Giving him a kiss, the blond slipped off his holster as he left, Ichigo tucking the gun under a pillow with a smile at his boyfriends back. Settling in, making sure that the had one hand near the gun, he waiting for who he figured was Orihime to come out of the closet, wondering if he was correct.
She hadn’t been seen since she had escaped from the file room.
He knew he what he was going to say to the woman who had been an old friend before her actions. Tilting his head to the side, he heard the back door open, knowing that there weren’t many people who would be coming over. The soft murmur of voices told him that Shinji was taking care of the person, who ever they were.
It was the soft fall of footsteps that came from behind him that alerted him that his unwanted guest had come out of the closet. Sliding his hand under the cushion, his fingers curling around the gun and he stood up, turning and pointing the weapon before him, eyes dark. Orihime came to a stop, standing there with a large butcher knife in hand.
“Well, well, what a surprise,” he drawled, Orihime snarling, eyes glowing bright in her anger and psychosis. “And a butcher knife, how very cliché. On top of that, one of mine,” he continued, returning her glare with one of his own.
“You…You ruined my life!” she screamed at him, Ichigo feeling his tightly reined emotions snap and spill over.
“I ruined your life? Are you that fucking delusional? What the fuck did I do to ruin your life huh?” Ichigo asked incredulously, frowning as she snorted at him.
“You lead me on, and then when I’m just getting my life back in order, you come strolling back and once more turn it upside down and inside out! Why couldn’t you just die like your bitch sisters?” she screamed back, Ichigo going ramrod straight.
“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice deadly soft as she sneered.
“Did you know that ever after you were gone, it was all about you? He knew that your damn sisters would go and visit you and your fucking store, but he never once stopped them from going, not once,” she said, sneering even more, Ichigo giving her a dark look.
“Man, I never thought that I would say this about you, Orihime, but you are one psychotic bitch,” he stated, eyes narrowed at her. Orihime just snorted and flicked the knife at him. “What did you do? I bet you did something.”
“Of course I did,” Orihime snorted as Ichigo shifted, making her shift around with him to keep him in sight. “My brother had a contact who had taught me all about my Talent and how to use it to my advantage when I was really young. I gave him a call and found out that he had a hard on for your family. Why? I don’t know, but he did agree to help me in the long run,” she drawled, eyes bright with her smugness. “He called someone and apparently sent the Bounts after them. I was not going to let anyone continue to my life and that included your idiotic family.”
“Again, you. Are. A. Psychotic. Bitch,” Ichigo stated, shaking his head as Shinji and Tatsuki walked in behind her. Tatsuki was looking surprised at the sheer anger and madness that seemed to roll off of her best friend and love. “So, you called your friend to kill us. I bet you weren’t expecting Jin to end up obsessing over me for some freaky ass reason. Of course, once The Council found out what they were doing, the leader yanked their backing out, leaving them wide open. Why else do you think that the mission you were sent on went down hill so damn fast?” he asked, eyes dark.
He snorted once more. “All that betrayal and all you’re going to end up doing is going to prison for a very long time for your part in the murders of three innocent people and the attempted murder of a fourth. That is, if you’re not stuck in an institute.”
“Right, like anyone will remember anything once I’m done with them,” Orihime snorted, Tatsuki making a soft noise behind her. Orihime spun around, her eyes going wide at the sight of her closest friend standing there.
“I’m surprised at you, Orihime-chan, really. How dare you do such a cruel thing to them? Isshin-san was a lovely, wonderful man and his children were both sweethearts,” Tatsuki said, shaking her head, hands placed in her pockets. Shinji had told her what was going on in the kitchen and had given her a neck cuff that she was somehow to get on her friend. “What did they ever do to you? What did Ichigo-chan ever really do to you?”
“He made me fall in love with him! And then he strung me along!” Orihime cried as Tatsuki walked over and tugged her friend close, hugging her as she unwound the neck cuff in her hand.
“No, he didn’t, sweety. I knew he was gay when his eyes tended to follow Mizuiro-kun or Sado-kun when they walked. He never wanted a female,” she said softly. “I tried to warn you, but you refused to listen to me,” she continued. As Orihime dropped the knife with a clatter, clinging to her friend as tears escaped her eyes. Tatsuki slowly brought up the neck cuff and snapped it on.
“What did you do?” Orihime asked as her connection to her abilities was cut off with the snap of the cuff, her knees going weak.
“I’m sorry, Orihime-chan, but you need help and you can’t get it with your abilities in the way. I was an idiot and so blind to your pain and madness,” Tatsuk said, stepping back as Ichigo came up behind her and gently pulled her arms behind her back. Shinji walked over with a pair of cuffs, handing them over.
“Come on, Orihime-san, let’s get you help that you so desperately need,” Shinji said, drawing her to sit down on a chair as Ichigo placed the gun in his hands into one of their gun safes. Tatsuki sat down and drew her friend close, smoothing a hand over her hair with sad eyes.
“Am I to blame for not seeing what was happening to her sooner?” she asked, tears glittering in her eyes. Ichigo shook his head as Shinji pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up the knife.
“No, it’s not your fault,” he said, sitting in his own arm chair. “She has been so off before, to see just how fractured her sanity actually was, was nearly impossible. She had hidden it, I think, for so long that she didn’t know how to unhide it and forgot about the fractures herself,” Ichigo sighed shaking his head.
“Someone is coming to pick her up. Tatsuki-san, you can go with her if you want,” he said, Tatsuki nodding as she continued to pet her friend’s hair. Orihime was almost in a catatonic state from the shock of being cut off from her Talent after so long. Ichigo stood up and drew his lover into the kitchen.
“Thank you for staying with me through all of this,” he said quietly, pulling Shinji down into a gentle kiss, the blond resting his hands on Ichigos hips, pulling him close with a smile.
“I told you that since I had you, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go ever,” Shinji hummed, brushing a hand over Ichigos bruised cheek, placing another kiss to his lover’s lips, getting a sweet smile.
“Here’s hoping life goes better yeah?” the younger male asked, Shinji laughing and nodding his head in agreement. “Are you going to feed me now?”
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