Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Presage ❯ Target Acquired ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It was unusually quiet in Karakura Town and the moon was showering the whole city in its luminescence. The streets were barren of life and the silence of the night could be cut with a knife. However, there was still one being active at this late hour.

“Kurosaki Ichigo. The ever so famous Substitute Soul Reaper who broke into the Soul Society and rescued Kuchiki Rukia and managed to stop the Bounts. What a goddamn showoff…” The mysterious figure chuckled. “But I won't have to worry about that …” It laughed maniacally. “Because you'll be dead soon enough!”

Meanwhile, at the Kurosaki house…

“Ichigo! Dinner is ready!” A young, high-pitched voice yelled from downstairs. It was none other than his youngest sister, Yuzu.

“In a min!” yelled back the vibrant, young teen.

“Does Rukia want dinner, too?” Ichigo's dad hollered.

“Yes, please!” the raven-haired girl shouted.

Ichigo was troubled. All week, he had been sensing something's or someone's spiritual pressure had been bothering him but, he always shrugged it off. Something that was to come, but he could not determine who or what it belonged to. If it was a regular hollow, then his Substitute Soul Reaper badge would have gone off by now. That, and Rukia would have been able to sense it too -- but, the question still remains.

What is itand what does it want? Ichigo pondered to himself. Tired of thinking, he went out of his room and started to make his way downstairs.

Rukia noticed that Ichigo was nervous. Right before he stepped downstairs, the girl darted behind him and stopped Ichigo. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he froze in his tracks.

“Tell me what's wrong. Now.” Rukia demanded.

Ichigo turned around; cursing under his breath, preparing for interrogation was to come from the overcritical soul reaper. Two big, indigo eyes were glaring at him, compelling him to spill his secret. He tried to shake off the look by glancing away, but he could still feel her eyes watching his every move. He knew that he would lose this round so, he turned around without a word, grabbed Rukia by her wrists, and pulled her in. He closed the door and sat on the edge of his bed. Exhausted, he folded his hands and let his forehead sit upon it.

“Ichigo, you have to tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help,” the raven-haired girl offered. She hated seeing her friends in despair or frustration.

The young teen took in a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “You wanna know what's been buggin' me?”

Rukia nodded.

Of all of the times I needed a cigarette…Ichigo thought.

& nbsp; “I feel like something big is coming. I dunno if it's bad or not, but I have a feeling that whatever it is, it wants me,” he spoke with his head on top of his knuckles. Rukia couldn't resist the urge to laugh.

“Is that it?” She asked with a grin. However, that grin soon receded when she saw how serious his face was. Nowhere on his face were the signs of a smile. His eyes were void of kindness and affection. In fact, there were no traces of any muscles moving in his face at all. Ichigo's entire face remained still as a statue. An eerie silence fell between the two. Ichigo nodded ever so slowly in response to Rukia's question. She began to say something but then closed her mouth. “I'm sorry. I thought you were joking,” she said with an apologetic look.

“Why the hell would I be kidding about something like that?!” He bursted out.

“Because you're Ichigo. It's a rare sight when you aren't being naive and ignorant.” A slight grin was playing on the corners of Rukia's lips. Ichigo opened his mouth to give a sharp retort, that is until Karin yelled “Get down here, you lazy bum!”

Ichigo let out a sigh, relieved that he could avoid the topic, at least, for now. However, Ichigo was not aware of the fact that `it' had been watching him all this time.

Meanwhile, the figure continued to keep surveillance over the young teen. It had devised many schemes to get rid of Ichigo but there was always a flaw in each plan.

“Dammit, where's Ulquiorra when ya need `im?” It growled.

The space in the night sky opened, revealing a slim, pale body with enormous green, glaring eyes.

“It's about time. You know I hate waiting. And you,” The figure complained.

“Grimmjow, stop your unnecessary whining. If you hate me so much , then why did you call on me?” Ulquiorra questioned.

A smirk was on the edge of Gimmjow's lips.

“We are gonna go catch a Soul Reaper.”