Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ Memories part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: Don't own bleach. K.T still does though.

 

(A/N) something random that came out of my thoughts. Just needed to write it down. Still haven't thought of a good title, this one used now is just a working title. Too sleepy to think.

Same with the summary. Promise to edit this soon.

For now, read and review and enjoy!

 

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Well, finally, I had the urge to edit this story. I do believe it's been long overdue, sorry for taking too long. Anyway, I hope you like this new edited version. Maybe it'll make more people read my story.

 

Somebody reviewed this first chapter before and told me that maybe I was moving on too fast with the story, and now, as I read it again, I kinda understood what she means. It would seem like that if you did read the original one that I have written. Now I do hope that after reading this edited version, I would appease my readers and your questions would be put to rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

He stared brooding into his glass half filled with scotch. The rich brown colored liquid twirling slightly, it's color reflecting his eyes. His brain felt laden, inebriated . His body felt numb. Yet the ache his heart continued to throb. He hand unconsciously crept to his chest, willing the ache to leave his already withered heart. But he knew, it wouldn't work. The pain never left him. It never has, and he believes it never will.

 

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His mind, which was already drowning in alcohol was still asking the same questions, thinking the same doubts, puzzling over the situation at hand.

 

Time and again, since receiving his last orders, he had asked himself what the hell is his problem. He wasn't some newbie. Hell, he has never been the typical amateur or sprite. He never had any problem doing his work. He knew he was one of the best.He had never asked if the order was worth following through. It always was. Just like this one is. Yet doubts have been crawling in his mind. The sneaky worries and fears has been laying siege to his already battered brain.

 

He finished the drink at hand and refilled his glass. Orders were orders. He needed to do it. His hand shook at the thought of what he had to do, his muscles quivering, his body shivering. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Somehow, the same paralyzing fear he felt the first time he heard his orders were still there, stronger, gripping him every time he would think of what he was supposed to do.

 

He didn't know if he could do it.

 

For someone who prided himself on having the guts to follow through to any assignment, of being at the top of his game, the terror and horror of what he is supposed to do is, is debilitating him, rendering him useless.

 

“Fuck!” he said loudly as he slammed his glass down with a thud. Why? Why? his brain still keeps on asking. Why does it have to be her?

 

For three fucking years he has tried to forget her. He had severed all his connections with her. He knew he could not keep her. Not with his line of work. Her personality would never have understood his work. No, she never would have understood. He could still see the shock, confusion and accusations in her beautiful eyes when he brought down the final blow that ended the life of the man he has been ordered to kill.

 

He shook the image off, as his heart contracted painfully at the image his brain conjured up. He finished his drink in one gulp, trying unsuccessfully to drown his brain and heart in alcohol. He took out the whole bottle only to find it empty. Irked further he threw the bottle to the wall across, stood up from his desk unsteadily, his knees wobbling with each step he took. The dark abyss was pulling him, he tried to fight it but it was just too strong. The comforting lull of the dark shadows enveloped him. The darkness filled him as he slumped down on the carpeted floor.

 

His thoughts drifting back to the only period in his life that made sense. The time when she came into his world.

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He looked around the small cottage. The living room which bores a couch, a television set, a DVD player and a mini component was at his left just by the door and the front windows, occupying one third of the first floor. The small fireplace on the left wall of the house. Further down was the round dining table small enough to accommodate only three people as further evidenced by the three chairs circling it. Behind the table was the small hot and cold water dispenser. Then there was the kitchen, perpendicular to the table, with only a middle isle bar separating it from the dining room. The kitchen was up to date, housing an electrical stove and oven, coffee maker, toaster, microwave and refrigerator.

 

He opened the cabinets lining the wall and he found it stocked with food and necessities. He could bet the ref is also the same. At least they don't plan to starve him to death here. Maybe just to bore him to death.

 

There was also a door in the kitchen. I bet that's the door that leads to the laundry and garden area.

 

On the other side of the living room stood a spiral staircase leading to the what was supposed to be the attic but was actually the main and only room in the house. The bathroom was just in the right side. In the middle of the room was a queen-size bed, a desk and chair was situated near one of the windows. And a cabinet on the opposite wall.

 

He went up to the other window to find it was actually a door that lead to a balcony looking over the forest the hills.

 

This is just pure hell he thought. If only Yamamoto-sama had believed in his gut instincts in the first place then he wouldn't be here in god knows where surrounded by the quiet and definitely boring nature. They never should have accepted Grimmjow in the first place. And if only he was not the one assigned to train him, then this would not have happened. He knew he was not to be trusted the first time they met face to face. Usually when joining you wont be able to see any of the members. This rule was established the same time the group was formed. For protection of the members. Their names and faces are never to be tied up with a name. And only after you have passed the initiation will you be able to see a face of a member. The face of the one assigned to train you.

 

He didn't actually want to do it. He was there during the initiation and screening and he already said that he doesn't trust Grimmjow. Yet no one heeded him. Even Renji, his old partner told him he was being paranoid. They all wanted Grimmjow after seeing how strong, talented and capable he was. But not him. He wasn't impressed at all.

 

But orders were orders. Who was he to defy the commander general? And in the end that bastard got a good look at his face and was even able to track him down to his unit and get a picture of him. He knew Yamamoto was right. He knew that he'd be a sitting duck by staying in his house and within the city. So he had to flee, hide until they were able to capture the teal haired asshole. The organization would not let one of their best assassins to be killed that easily.

 

His hand formed into a fist, thinking about Grimmjow always sends his anger sky high. He knew that if he ever sees Grimmjow again, he swears he'll kill him with his own two hands.

 

“aaggggghhhhhh”

 

He heard the sound. His keen senses already heightening, his eyes straining to see where the sound came from. He held the tilt of his sword thinking that somehow the enemy has gotten hold of him. He scanned the area below, already ready to defend himself from the yet unseen enemy when he saw her. She was hanging by one hand on the branch of one of the tallest trees in the valley bellow. Spurring in action, even before thinking, he jumped down from the balcony. She's gonna fall, he thought, she's gonna fall. He ran as fast as he could.

 

She tried to grip the branch harder. She could feel the shards of the branch digging into her palm. The sharp pain shooting down her already tired arms, making it more difficult to hold on.

 

She was already berating herself for her foolishness. If only she didn't act too rashly. If only she didn't let the paranoia take over her senses, then she would still be on the lumpy but still much preferable bed in the inn, where her major problem was hiding from her brother's cronies. If only she was sensible enough to check first and not wander inside the woods head on, when she didn't even know the area.

 

Another sharp pain shot through her arm and she almost let go. She could feel her palm getting wet. Whether it was from perspiration or from bleeding, she wasn't sure. She looked down and shuddered when she realized just how high the branch she was dangling at. She tried harder to pull herself up. But her tired and bruised hand were starting to feel numb.

 

Kami sama, she silently prayed. Help me, oh somebody please help me.

 

She felt her hand slipping, she tried to hold on tighter, bet she couldn't even feel her fingers anymore. With another horrified shout, she fell to the ground her right shoulder touching the grass filled soil first. She thought she heard a loud crack and pop, but she couldn't be sure. The pain was overwhelming. She tried to stay awake, to keep her eyes open. As she tried to fight over the shroud of darkness that was calling her she, thught she saw something coming towards her, there was something, no, someone running towards her. And as she blacked out from the pain, her thoughts was on the something that she saw, something orange.

 

He saw her fall. He tried to reach her in time but he was too late. She was already unconscious as he reached her side. He quickly examined her to see if she's still alive. She's still breathing he thought reassured. But her right shoulder was starting to swell up. There was also some bleeding in her left hand from the numerous cuts and abrasion on her left palm.

 

He knew he should most probably just call someone else to help her. No one, absolutely no one should see him. But he can't just leave her lying unconscious on the ground right? Not with dusk falling upon them and the temperature dropping with the setting of the sun. Left with no other option, or at least he believed as his only option, he carried her down to his secluded cottage. She needs to have her injuries tended first he thought.

 

He laid her gently in the middle of the bed. She looked so small and frail in the middle of the huge bed. And so pale. He increased the temperature setting of his heater and took out is first aid kit and started to work on her. He bandaged her left hand, taking care to clean each cut for any remnants of wood splinters. He had carefully examined her shoulder noting that it was just dislocated but fortunately nothing was broken. He just manually reducted it then put it in a sling, thanking Kami that he was observant enough when his father treated other children in the clinic before.

 

That should do it he thought. Now he just have to make her take the pain medicines. He slowly lifted her head and rested it on his chest, her back supported by his chest, so her head would be elevated. His hands were holding two pills and a glass of water in the other.

 

“Here, drink this” he said gently shaking her while putting the pills in her mouth and gently tipped the glass I her mouth

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She stirred and was able to swallow the medicines but she never opened her eyes. He rested her once again on the bed and took a good look at her.

 

Her hair was short. Just barely touching her shoulders. A wayward strand was dangling on the middle of her forehead. She just have the longest lashes ever, he thought, mesmerized by the way her lashes curl up from the tip of her eyes nesting gently her face, like crescents. Her skin was like ivory smooth and clear.

 

She didn't look like a beggar. Her clothes were made from fine and expensive cloth. Her light blue shirt, though simple enough, didn't look like it was bought from a department store, but from a trendy boutique. Even the white shorts she was wearing hinted style and classiness. Nothing that a normal, ordinary working class person could sure afford.

 

He slowly got up from the bed careful not to disturb her. He headed straight for the shower. He needed a shower to refresh him. It has been a long and tiring day, with so many things happening.

 

He still had many questions for her, whoever she is. She could even be a spy. But he had checked her, there wasn't anything on her that would pin her as one. And even if she wanted to harm him, there wasn't much she could do at the moment. He let the warm water tend to his tense muscles, and cascade down his back, his mind still on the unconscious girl sleeping on his bed. There were so many things he needed to ask her, but all those could wait. For now they both needed to rest.

 

Bone tired and weary, he thought about sleeping downstairs but he was hesitant to leave the girl alone. He knew she would need round the clock ministrations of anti pain meds. Well it can't be helped, he told himself as he lied down beside her on the huge bed, careful not to touch or crowd her.

 

And as he took one last look at the girl, he thought what could her eyes look like.

 

He! Whatever. Now what to do when she wakes up, he thought as he turned to his side, his back facing her. Allowing sleep to steal his senses.

 

 

 

 

(A/N)

Reviews are welcome my friends.

Promise to edit this one and have a real title and summary next time.

 

 

A/N

 

Well, what do you guys think? I have decided not to alter or change the title anymore. It is somehow apt for the story. I do hope you guys would like this edited version better than the first one.

 

Anyway, I have decided to post a newer, better edited version of each chapter per week. I don't want to take the whole story out, so I would be redoing each chapter one by one and replacing each chap every week. I hope you guys won't be confused. There really isn't any changes in the main story line, so its basically the same story, just written much better than the first posted chapters.

 

And please review. Your reviews help a lot when it comes to making me do a better job of writing for you guys.