You Came for MeA Bleach GrimmjowxReader fanficYou Came for Me2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Y/N) backed up till her back was against the wall, her face a mask of terror.
“No, don’t touch me!!”
“Oh c’mon (Y/N), it’s your birthday present”
(Y/N) pressed harder against the wall, wishing that it would somehow let her put some more distance between her and the advancing man, “No, no, no, what kind of birthday gift would that be?”
The man chuckled, “I am your friend, what man in his right mind would leave a beautiful girl such as yourself a virgin on her birthday?”
She gasped as a masculine hand grabbed her wrist and lifted it above her head roughly, and then the body that controlled the arm leaned against her, caressing her cheek with his other hand.
She looked up at the man, horror evident in her eyes and let out a scream that wasn’t heard.
Grimmjow woke up with a start, sweat lightly damping his shirt.
What was that? A dream? If so he had never had a dream
The First Vizard: A Bleach Tale PrologueMuken Underground Prison. Five months after Aizen incident.The First Vizard: A Bleach Tale Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How long has it been, Aizen thought. How long have I been down here? He lied in a cell bound in restraint ever since his trial. He was to stay here for twenty thousand years unable to die because of the immortality given to him. The only thing confirming his own existence was the row of dim lights that lined the hallway leading to his cell. He may have been there for a hundred years already. There was no way of knowing the truth. “I guess it doesn’t matter,” he concluded. “By the time I’m released, they’ll all be dead. Then not even Ichigo Kurosaki can stop me”. Aizen began to fall asleep. “I will have vengeance.”
“You’re a fool Sosuke Aizen,” a voice said. Aizen jerked awake. The voice sounded as if it came from everywhere at once. He began to look around for the source. There was no intercom on this level of the prison. “Who’s there,”
Fifteen Years- IchiRuki- Chapter 20 PREVIEWFifteen Years- IchiRuki- Chapter 20 PREVIEW1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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“You aren’t doing it right.” Ichigo mumbled, watching her hands.
“Excuse me? I think I can at LEAST wash some dished buffoon.” She defensively shot back. He rolled his eyes.
“No I mean you’re rubbing too hard. You’ll break the plates. They aren’t as durable as the ones in the seretei. See? You already scratched one.” Ichigo rolled up his own sleeves and walked up behind her. Reached around her to put his hands over hers.
Rukia’s entire body stiffened, face bursting into color. She tried her hardest not to make a sound or move as she felt his rough hands. He leaned closer so he could see and his breath was on her neck and ear. Her mind began screaming red alert and she could feel her heart racing so fast she could hardly breathe.
“See? You can wash them without injuring them. I would have thought a soul reaper could manage the control to not break a plate.” He instructed, his hands guiding he
Rukia's DecisionRukia's Decision3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her mind her body everything was numb. Orihime had healed up her wounds but she couldn't heal one thing
Rukia's world vanished the moment she felt her brother's reatsu simply vanish. She was knocked unconscious when she turned her back on the enemy But when she woke Her real pain began.
She searched and searched for her brother, hoping to find even the faintest trace of his reatsu. She found the general area he fought in and only saw what looked to be a bloody mess upon a caved in wall. So much blood. It made Rukia weak at the knees. She thought they would have taken him to the Fourth Division to be treated immediately not knowing the extent of his wounds. She raced over to the Fourth Division, where Captain Unohana would be awaiting her. She burst through the doors, purple eyes wide in fear as she desperately searched for her brother. She ran towards Captain Unohana, panting from her quickened flash steps, "W-where is he
All I Want Is You...Ichigo laid in his bed, as snug as a bug in a rug. Sunday such a wonderful day of the week. No school, he was off work...it was basically the best day ever. And, so far, there were no Hollows. So he was fast asleep in his bed, planning to just sleep the entire day away. He had been ran so ragged as of late that he was in desperate need of sleep. And he knew that his family would leave him alone. If he wasn't downstairs by seven in the morning, they knew it would mean death upon them if they dared wake him from his slumber. Sadly...one person didn't know this.All I Want Is You...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He heard in the distance the creaking of his door. Figuring it was just Yuzu quietly checking on him or if he had any clothes strewn across his floor, because he had been tired as of late this had become his new habit, so he didn't even bother to roll over and make any grunts of displeasure. Then, he felt his bed sink in a little. His eyes snapped open faster than a bullet train. Nope. Not Yuzu. She wouldn't sit on his bed.
Yours Truly, ByakuyaThe following story is supposed to read like an entry from Byakuya's journal. Yes, he does have one. XD I'm not shipping anybody here, so feel free to interpret as you like. Enjoy!Yours Truly, Byakuya6 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Ah, I fear I may have made a minor social blunder this afternoonthough perhaps that is an outrageous understatement of the gravity of my situation. In my defense, Ill have you know that it is not remotely within my character to ascribe worth to the usually petty social events that populate Seireitei on the usual Saturday. To name a few, drinking parties hosted by the 9th and 10th division lieutenants, wild nights that commence in downtown Seireitei bars and conclude in the 8th division headquarters, and brawls that radiate from the 11th division headquarters fill the routine social calendar. Call me cold or impersonal or perhaps the antithesis of a social butterfly, but I cannot bring myself to indulge fully in such frivolous events.
Im the type, I su
My Little Lover - IchirukiMy Fiance Has An Orange Hair?My Little Lover - Ichiruki2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sunlight's early warmth peep through the purple curtain of her big glass window. The color of orange,pink and yellow slowly covering the whole room,and yet there's another beautiful sunrise greeting the whole town a 'Good Morning'.
Inside a very big mansion,a sleeping little girl pulled her blanket closer to her chin. The sound of the wooden door opening slowly,revealing the small figure of a child with a black but bluish hair as he stepped inside.
"Psst,Rukia are you awake? If your not then you better wake up." her big brother,Ishida whispered. Covering her entire little body and closing her eyes tightly she replied with a grumble, "What is it this time Ishida?"
"Well..just to let you know,we have visitors.Noble..visitors,from another noble..Household and..there's a kid." he said while walking straight to his little sister's bed.
Rukia's tired amethyst eyes shot wide open as she sat up quickly and looked at Ishida wi
A Little Demon's Tale: Chap 10A Little Demon's Tale: Chap 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a stunned silence, broken only by Sireal's seething, erratic breathing. Pantera and Santa Teresa rushed forwards from behind Murciélago to defend him.
'Hey, get yer damn hands off!'
Murciélago outstretched his wings, barring them.
'Please do not interfere,' he instructed. 'Our people will not take it kindly, and it would only further inflame matters here.'
Reluctantly, the two friends backed down, and watched tensely.
Little Ulqui stared, safe in Tabby's arms, terrified by the rage that twisted Sireal's otherwise gentle features and coursed through the his veins and pulsed outwards in hissing sparks of energy. Why was this person so angry...and what was he going to do to Papa?!
Murciélago sensed his child's fear, and gave his son a reassuring smile.
Sireal shook him hard, gripping his throat tighter.
'What are you doing smiling at that abomination?!' he snarled.
Murciélago bristled angrily, and he regarded his com
Ulquiorra to OrihimeUlquiorra to Orihime4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look into the night sky and see only you.
Those eyes glimmer, signaling your desires or dreams.
Is it perfection that you have, smelling sweet like perfumes?
So is it fate, that from your lips were no screams.
Your eyes, not hesitant to show no fear of a monster.
Oh, how my emerald eyes betray me of the things I can't understand!
Under the moonlight, your hair, your light, why must you taunt a hunter?
Reaching to a light out of my reach, even my wings won't let me leave this desert land.
Here I stand disappearing silently, into dust, into the night.
Each one of you friends has come to rescue you from the dark.
A fierce warrior serves you and knows that I'm not right.
Realms of loneliness I finally come out, but you're already marked.
The warrior must end me to win you back, but why does love always betray?
Time to end it here, and now, the winner earning your heart.
Happiness should relieve you, but yet you linger and stay.
A most wondrous sight I see, that you don't want to be pulle
Bleach - Truth Or Dare Parte 1Chapter 1Bleach - Truth Or Dare Parte 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cheers! Matsumoto exclaimed, clinking her sake glass with the others.
What were they doing? Well, lets retrace out steps
Matsumoto finished her work (for once) and Hitsugaya, being nice and kind, decided to reward her with anything she would like.
Matsumoto, being a liquor addict, instantly decided on holding an all-out alcohol party.
Matsumoto invited Renji, who accepted after much persuasion.
She invited Ikkaku, who accepted.
Yumichika, who overheard this, began whining and telling Matsumoto about the years of friendship they shared. And so, Yumichika was also included.
Kenpachi, who overheard Matsumoto finally agree to Yumichikas indirect self-invitation, self-invited himself too, which made Yachiru want to come along also.
Hisagi passed by, and persuaded Matsumoto to invite him, too.
Matsumoto reviewed her guest list, and had only one invitation left. While she was contemplating on who she should invite, Hinamori just happened to pass by.
A Broken GoodbyeEveryone silently gathered around the dying hero, watching him struggle for breath even through unconsciousness. The grief and mourning was thick over the crowd, despite the victory against the universe's almost certain destruction. The young man, clad in torn and bloodied robes marking him as a shinigami, was fading fast. He had sacrificed everything to save his friends, the balance between the worlds, the entire universe's existence. He was a hero in triumph. But he was dying there on the ground. And there was nothing they could do. No amount of healing kido or rejection powers could undo the hole that was made in his soul.A Broken Goodbye3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Soundless tears spilled down cheeks, some eyes cast themselves away from the sight, and some bowed their heads in thanks, in apology, in reverence. There was the sound, somewhere in the background, of shifting rocks after the damaging battle. Fires were slowly flagging that damaging spells had caused. And even the early morning birds began to leave the safety of t
What Makes a Good Story?1. The prose flows naturally.What Makes a Good Story?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. There is an equal balance of humor and seriousness.
3. You actually learn something from it.
4. The characters are believable.
5. The characters go through a significant change of some sort, whether physical or mental.
6. There is some sort of conflict going on; not all goes well.
7. Good descriptions, vivid but appropriate; the best stories are where the audience has a good idea of what's going on and yet they're still free to use their own imagination.
9. Proper spelling and grammar.
10. Appropriate for intended audience.
~Velut Luna~: Chapter 8 - The Fable~Velut Luna~: Chapter 8 - The Fable3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ulquiorra could sense the pressure of her spirit, even at this great distance. She was practicing again, the warp and the weft of her rich golden reiatsu winding sinuously through the air, weaving the powers of life and death together. With one hand she could dissemble the lie of life, with the other, invoke the truth of death.
He had descended the steps and finally reached the corridor in which the woman's cell was located. Once at the door, he knocked and she opened the door right away.
"Hello," she said, smiling slightly, then creasing her brow in confusion. She was as put out as he was by the intimacy of this greeting. Wonderweiss was sitting on the couch with her, his hakama rumpled as usual, his rheumy violet eyes strangely attentive. He hadn't even looked at Ulquiorra; his eyes were fixed on the woman.
"Time for dinner?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "but we are going for a walk first."
"You had your appointment earlier, so we did not go. I thought that was obvious."
To Be MissedTo Be MissedTo Be Missed2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ichigo couldn't hold back the grin if he tried. His sake cup sat, forgotten, on the low table in front of him as he enjoyed the shock and gaping mouths of his friends and comrades around him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he didn't bother with pretense. Yes, Kurosaki Ichigo was gloating.
His spirits hadn't been this high in so many years. Immediately after losing Rukia, he was angry, at himself, at her, at everyone that didn't stop her, at the world. Then came the depression. That period was just as intense and guilt-ridden as it had been when he lost his mother. But at least his mother knew how much she meant to him. Ichigo had mere seconds of staring into the beautiful eyes of the woman he fell in love with after his confession before she was ripped from him.
So it was a foreign but nostalgic sensation to have his mouth stretch into the shape of a knowing, triumphant smile. Short of getting Rukia handed back to him just as he last saw her, heari
Traditions, TraditionsTraditions, TraditionsTraditions, Traditions5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo Kurosaki really wasn't into large parties or ceremonies, so he usually kept the wedding planning to Rukia, however there were some things about his wedding that he was very opinionated about and he wouldn't allow those things to change no matter wat! ...He really didn't no Rukia all that well if he still thought that...
"So anyway I'm thinking of a black and wite wedding," Rukia said, Ichigo sighed lightly, she had been gonig on and on and on.... and not that he didn't CARE about his wedding, because he did, but he wondered why everything had to be so precise, it was more like a scientific equation than a wedding and all those details made him anxiouse, he had a bad memory to begin with but the more information she crammed into his little skull the worse it got, "Great..." "You can wear a wite suit and I'll wear a black dress, maybe with black butterflies on it," she said, "Uh-huh," he muttered from his magazene, then her words clicked.. "Wait a minute wat
Marks of MarriageIt was the middle of the night and the Kurosaki household was fast asleep, except for a certain raven-haired shinigami. Rukia had just awoken from her slumber to drink a glass of water. After doing so, she climbed back into bed with Ichigo. This wasn't uncommon anymore, because the two had been a couple for several months now. Since then, Ichigo's dad even insisted that they share a room.Marks of Marriage3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Probably in hopes of grandchildren, thought Rukia, smirking. Sorry Kurosaki-san, that's not gonna happen anytime soon.
Rukia snuggled near Ichigo's sleeping figure and instinctively; he wrapped his arms around her.
He's so cute when he's sleeping, she thought smiling. He doesn't scowl and he seems at peace.
Ichigo's warmth enveloped her, making her smile more.
Sometimes, I wonder if I even deserve such happiness, she thought, somberly.
Rukia could feel Ichigo's warm breath in her hair. Rising up slightly, she kissed the tip of his nose and pecked his lips. Even thoug
Rukia x IchigoIt had been late in the day by the time; the hollows had stopped appearing for a bit. This was her chance! Rukia stared at Ichigo. She could tell he was slightly annoyed. About what, she didnt know. As she stared, Rukia would never admit it, but she was totally crushing on the orange haired hunk.Rukia x Ichigo8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Come on Ichigo! she called Uggh, Valentines Day. Ichigo grumbled. He knew what was coming. Every year on Valentines Day, his dad (Isshin Kurosaki) would find a way to embarrass him in front of whatever girl that was around. He felt slightly peeved that Rukia suggested having a Valentines party with his family.
Hello my son! Isshin cried while trying to jump-kick Ichigo. What is wrong with you? yelled Ichigo, dodging and feigning a punch. While his dad was fooled he aimed a hard kick towards the head.
Well it appears Rukia-chan does have a good pick with mus
Ichigo and Rukia: When I Was GoneAs he knew what was about to happen, he played an act. But that was not true. We both played an act. Miserably.Ichigo and Rukia: When I Was Gone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"... this is goodbye, Ichigo.", I said, trying to hide the sadness in my voice.
"... seems like it, doesn't it?", he said with a fake smile.
"What's that? Don't look so sad.", I taunted him while crossing my arms in front of my chest. Or better while trying to protect myself against the uprising sadness. "Even if you no longer can see me, I will still be able to see you."
"What the hell? That's nothing to be happy about. And I don't look sad!", Ichigo said and scratched the back of his head as he always did when he was insecure and didn't know what to do or to say. We both hid our true feelings.
We wanted to keep that miserably act up. We both knew how we felt for each other. But it was impossible for us. Not in this world and possibly not in any other. All there was left for us was our little act that hurt the both of us.
We stepped closer to each other. My head was
Another Life Part 1Another LifeAnother Life Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a time that blood ran along the streets like rainwater, rushing against the dirt roads, over rock and corpse, eroding the earth until the raw bone of the city sparkled in the moon light. The streets were not a safe place for children to play or women to walk less they get caught in the midst of a bloodbath of government and rebellion.
That was a different time. That time had ended eleven years ago but those unfortunate enough to live through the bloodshed and horror of the Japanese civil war were forever riddled with the things they had seen and the things they had done.
Eleven years ago marked the end of the Tokugawa regime and the end of the civil war that had taken as many lives as it changed. But not all ghosts of a lost war stayed silent in the dark shadows of the street, lying in wait and seething evil into the lives of those living peacefully every chance they got.
But not every ghost wished harm to the new era they had craved with their own hands.
Sisters Before MistersSisters Before MistersSisters Before Misters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"....They're at it again...."
"I see that Orihime..."
The two girls watched on in irritation as the large group of guys fought over them
Ichigo, Renji, Keigo, Kon, and Ashido were in a brawl over Rukia
Uryuu, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, and ... Kon again... trying to kill eachother over Orihime
"Wat do we do?" Orihime asked timidly as she took a step behind her freind
"I don't no WHY they do this.... I'm Ichigo's girlfreind and you're Uryuu's girlfreind..."
"You would think they'd get over it...."
"Actually Orihime that's a common mistake women make," Rukia said
"Wat do you mean?"
"I mean that men DON'T think, they have no brains and no common sense,"
They were both silent for another moment as Ichigo fish-hooked Renji and Grimmjow socked Uryuu in the eye
"You no Orihime.... if we were smart we'd turn-teams and run off with eachother," Rukia muttered as she shifted her weight to her other foot, seeing that her right was so
Ichigo and Rukia...x3It was a very cold night in Kyoto, Japan. Rukia was trying to sleep but it was just so cold that it was very hard for her. Ichigo was already asleep because Rukia could hear him from his closet. Rukia thought to herself "How can he sleep that hard when its flippin freezing in here!? Oh well at least it keeps him quite." Rukia always acted as if she dosn't like Ichigo but the truth is-, suddenly Rukia got a order that a hallow was around the area. Rukia jumped out of Ichigo's closet and went out the window.....but she didn't bother to wake up Ichigo. Ichigo was still there in his bed sleeping while a hallow was attacking around the area of his house.Ichigo and Rukia...x38 years ago in Teen More Like This
Rukia wanted to see if she could defeat the hallow on her own, with the rest of the power that she has. Rukia tried alot of diffrent spells. But Ichigo suddenly woke up to a loud BANG. Ichigo jumped out of his bed and noticed that that his window was opened, and a draft was coming in. Ichigo jumped out of his bed and looked in his closet to
Maybe We Should Get A Dog...Maybe We Should Get A Dog....Maybe We Should Get A Dog...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo finally broke and agreed to get Rukia a pet, as long as it wasn't a rabbit or a hamster or anything with a short lifespan... he didn't explain this to her ofcourse, complaining that it would be harder to take care of a caged animal, but truthfully he just didn't want to deal with the day that the animal died and have Rukia in a ball of tears and upset... since she became his girlfreind he hated seeing her cry even more.... so she decided she wanted a kitten, ok, not his cup of tea, frankly he perferred dogs but cats were cool, "Make sure we get a Ragdoll kitten Rukia, they don't shed as much, they aren't as active, they're freindlier... less likely to reach out and scratch you for no reason..." he muttered as they walked into the Animal Rescue, not even bothering to consult with anyone before walking over to a pin were the kittens where (it was play time wile the cages were being cleaned) "Oh Ichigo!" Rukia chirped, "Isn't this one just DARLING?!" s
Scorpius's Request 1When he left his office with a goodbye wave for Ron and a handful of Floo Powder, it was with the full intention of shucking off his robes and going to bed. It had been a grueling week and he was tired. Week, he thought to himself. Try month, Harry. A grueling, exhausting month and now he had two weeks all to himself.Scorpius's Request 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
When he felt something inside him shift, all thought of going home to his bed vanished and was Apparating to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Someone had set off the wards. They were silent trips, not designed to harm so much as to keep entrapped. Apparition became impossible, port keys would shut down, the floo literally folded in on itself, and the doors became blocked. They were the same wards he kept on his own home, when he'd realized that he could stay at Number Twelve. There were too many memories, too much weight. And none of it had ever or would ever feel like his.
He removed the wards at the front door with ease, stepped in. "Kreacher?" he questi
Rukia's Hang OverRukia's Hang OverRukia's Hang Over6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo sighed, it was NOT his idea to have a party to celebrate Aizen's defeat, and it CERTTAINLY wasn't his idea to do so that involved people getting drunk! Now he was trapped at Urahara's with countless drunk Soul Reapers breaking things! And why didn't he leave? Because he had lost his midget, that's why, he sighed and grabbed at his hair, "Na, Berry-Chan? Does you have chocolate?" he turned around, praying that slurred voice didn't belong to who he thought it did, and there stood Rukia, "Chocolate?" "Chocolate tastes gooooooooood!" he reached behind him, grabbed her, and placed her beside him, "You. Are. DRUNK!" he said slowly, "Am I!? I am baaaaaad!!!" she laughed, he gently grabbed her cheeks, "Rukia Kuchiki wat have you been drinking!?" she suddenly became seriouse, "Hmmmm," she put her finger on her chin, "Champy pang," "Champagne," "And wiiiiine," "Wat kind of wine!?" "Berry wine!" "No, wat color?" "Hmmm... you no that stuff that looks like berries and blood