Disclaimer: I do not use big words and I do not own Bleach
Rukia switches the bag of groceries she bought earlier to her left hand as her right hand fumbles for the ringing cell phone in her jacket’s pocket. She cusses when the other contents of her pocket are accidentally being pulled out as well and drop to the ground; among the rubbish are her house keys and some changes.
Rukia hits the answer call button and listens attentively.
“No assignment.”
That was it.
Rukia sighs. She is actually looking forward for an assignment tonight. The reason why she is out on the street with a grocery bag in her hand is because she got so bored.
Rukia puts down her grocery bag to pick up her house keys and her changes from the sidewalk, ignoring the people that walk pass her. This makes her remembers Ulquiorra’s words just a day before, suggesting her to carry a hand bag so that things will get a bit organized. Rukia has scoffed at the idea. The day she starts carrying a hand bag over her shoulder would mark the end of the world.
Rukia is not one for accessories or any trivial clothing. Her everyday clothes are her boots, a simple yukata and a black leather jacket that looks like it has seen better days. It has been tattered around the edges and if anyone bothers to look closely, there are numerous small spots of crusted blood on it. She always cleaned her jacket after an assignment but sometimes she did miss a spot or two.
After she picks the changes that are visible to her, she picks up her grocery bag again and starts walking towards her apartment. The amount of people walking around starts to decrease as she gets closer to her apartment. This neighborhood is not exactly a safe haven. In fact, people avoid this place because of the nasty rumors which most of the time turned out to be true. This area is also popular because of the gang fights that happen almost every night. However Rukia is not an average person. She can take care of herself just fine. She likes it here where people do not care who you are. It gives her the freedom that she needs.
Two blocks away from her apartment, another fight breaks out in one of the alley. Like always she ignores it and keeps on walking. Just as she is about to turn around the corner, she hears multiple footsteps running from behind her. Knowing of what to come, she slinks into the shadow as the guy who is being chased by three other men comes running pass her. As he passes her, he turns his head and Rukia is assaulted by a pair of cobalt blue eyes. It only last for less than a second but Rukia finds herself wondering to whom such frenzy looking eyes belong to. Rukia does not saw fear in his eyes instead she saw a pair of eyes that are lusting for blood, eyes that clearly does not care if it would be able to see the light of day tomorrow. It is as if he is not the one who is being chased, but the other way around.
Rukia still could not stop looking at that guy when she notices something shiny falls from either his hand or his pocket. The guy who does not seems aware of the lost of his belonging keeps on running until the four of them are out of Rukia’s sight.
Despite her mind telling her to keep on walking home, Rukia walks over to where the object had fell. Closer inspection reveals that the object is a key. Rukia picks it up and observes it. There is nothing special about it. It looks like any other house keys. Nevertheless Rukia finds herself putting it in her pocket and her feet stroll to where the fight is taking place.
Rukia stands in the shadow as she watches the guy struggles against the three men that are after him. One of them is howling in pain and is bleeding from one of the eyes, obviously after being poked with something sharp by the guy who has cobalt blue hair to match his eyes. Then the guy grabs the bloody one eyed man’s head and shoves it to the wall. The bastard whimpers before he falls unconscious to the floor.
“Heh, you would not die from something like that, you pussy!”
Rukia lips twitches into a smile when she heard what the guy said.
Not a second later, the second man with dirty blonde hair comes to him with clench fist. He punches the blue haired guy’s face which sends him reeling backward and hits his head on the concrete wall that is full with graffiti. The guy’s nose starts to bleed as he doubles over from the pain.
“Tsk tsk tsk… What a stupid fucker you are for making us running after you. That is not a wise thing to do,” says the blonde man chuckling. His right foot quickly makes contact with the guy’s abdomen. He kicks once, twice and for the third time without giving the guy a chance to suck in air. The blue haired guy coughs up blood.
“You know you have to pay us when you lay your head in our district even if it is in a dumpster. Running away just making it worst for you,” exclaims the third man who is wearing a green cap. He squats besides the lying guy, grabs his cobalt blue hair and starts to punch his face multiple times.
When the man with the green cap stops punching, the blonde haired man continues by kicking his face several times with his foot.
The blue haired guy face has been officially rearranged.
“F-fuck… you,” utters the blue haired guy despite his bloody cut lips.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Do you have a fucking death wish?”
“Yeah, fucker… If that is what you want, we can fucking arrange it for you. We even put a fucking flower on your dead body. How does that sounds?” inquires the man with the green cap.
The blue haired guy coughs. Blood splutters on the asphalt floor. The two men standing cackle at the sight.
“S-sucks… my d-dick,” replies the blue haired guy after much struggle.
His respond only brings more wraths to the two men. They stop laughing. The man with the green cap gives signal and the blond haired man fishes out a knife from his pocket.
Rukia does not sure why she interferes but when she sees the knife, her body starts to move on its own. Blame it on her reflexes. She still carries her grocery bag when she walks out of the shadow which makes her immediately visible to the four men, three if you don’t wan to include the unconscious guy.
“Hey, do not come here,” warns the man with the green cap.
Rukia ignores the warning and continues walking towards them.
“Damn it,” curses the man with the green cap and signals his blonde friend to follow him. They do not have a choice but to eliminate all witnesses.
Rukia does not utter a single word. Her boots thumps on asphalt floor as they continue on their march. She can see the blue haired guy struggles to sit up, to see who it is that is foolish enough to come to his rescue.
“I am telling you not to come over here. Are you fucking deaf, bitch?” asks the man with the green cap when they are face to face with Rukia.
The man with the blonde hair laughs when he notices how physically vulnerable the girl in front of him looks. He extends his hand to pat Rukia’s head. “What is this? A small girl like you is trying to defy us?”
However before his hand is able to reach Rukia, she grabs it with her free hand. The man’s eyes go wide at the sheer strength of her clutch. He feels like his bones are about to get crush. Before he can squeak a word, Rukia throws him towards the wall. His body crashes into it and create a small crater before he tumbles over to the floor.
The man with green cap could not believe his eyes. His head immediately recalls the rumor of a cold blooded female assassin living in their district. This girl in front of him fit the description to a T. He tries to run away but his knees buckle. Rukia calmly walks over to him and with one graceful swift of her body, she delivers a roundhouse kick to his head which sends him flying few feet away, swallowing quite a number of his teeth as his face lands on the wood panels that scattered on the floor.
“Tch, the ice-cream is going to melt,” mumbles Rukia as she looks at her grocery bag.
The blue haired guy blinks as he stares disbelievingly at what he just saw. He looks at Rukia with awe.
Rukia picks her pocket and produces the key that the guy dropped earlier. She tosses it in front of him.
“That belongs to you, right?”
The blue haired guy looks at it. Surpsrise is evident in his cobalt eyes. Then he nods as he picks it up. Using the wall to balance his body, he struggles to stand up.
Rukia does not want to linger around. Since the guy is well enough to stand up, she should not have to worry about him too much. Besides, she needs to put her ice-cream in the refrigerator as soon as possible.
Urgh, she hates ice-cream.
“Wait… wait a second!” calls the blue haired guy.
Rukia stops walking. She turns around. “What is it? You did not drop anything else.” At that moment, it dawns on Rukia that perhaps this guy is worry about something else. “Oh… do not worry. None of these guys are dead. They are just unconscious.”
“No…” the guy pants his protest. “I think I am about to fa –“
Before he can finish his words, he lurches backward, no longer conscious.
Rukia stands rooted to the floor for a couple of minute contemplating whether to leave him or help him out. After much deliberations, she decides on the latter.
After all, she did say she is bored to death tonight, did she not?
If this set up seems familiar, probably because it is *winks* however I promise you the story would be different… if only a bit *sticks out tongue* XD
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