The Blind in the Storm
A Bleach Fanfic
A flash of lightning lit the room. In those moments of light appeared three shady figures. Hospital room twelve, occupied by only one patient: Kirie Tachibana.
“Scheduled to leave tomorrow morning, eh?” whispered the lead, with a tone of annoyance. His face shown from the brief light, was rather rough. Hair was a mess, on his chin was some stubble, and he had narrow side burns. He also had eyes of black, with lids half shut almost going to sleep.
The one to his left whispered back, pointing to Kirie with insult, “Bah, little brat ain’t going nowhere.” This one’s face was hidden away by a veil. Obviously it was smart to hide it’s identity. Meanwhile the third of three, remained by the door. All that could be seen was it’s silhouette.
The one wearing the veil told the man, he called Miroko, what needed to be done. Between the two they whispered with a certain view of distrust. Being that each came from the big two. The one in the veil, Miroko called Torakichi, was part of the Opal Tigers; while Miroko was part of the Emerald Hannyas. While the third remain silent.
“So our leader’s have come to an agreement.” said Miroko.
“Apparently so,” nodded Torakichi
“So what’s stopping us?”
Torakichi looked to the floor and snorted. Looking back to Miroko he brought out a tanto from his top.
“I just… damn it, I can’t take the life of someone like this!” grumbled Torakichi, crossing his arms. Miroko sighed shaking his head, and third just shrugged.
“You and your damn theatrics.”
“If one dare’s insult me and my group, they should be met in battle not murdered in their sleep.”
“Tch, law is law. Do you think the higher up give a damn if another student dies. If that were true, then these gangs would not be still running.”
The two got into a stare down, remained quiet for sometime. Only two beds away from Kirie’s and yet things seemed so far. The silent one, remained at it’s post, but was near the point of rolling it’s head. Trying not to fall asleep.
Finally the two shrugged, and turned to Kirie. Both crept their way to her, and Torakichi handed the knife over to Miroko. Taking it, he told Torakichi to take the front.
Kirie lay lightly snoring with her face to the ceiling. From the shoulders down she was hidden in her covers. Off somewhere in her dreams, not knowing that shadowy hands were nearly upon her.
He took hold.
All took a tumble, and Kirie awoke in darkness. The air was thin, and surrounded with warm. When trying to move in this claustrophobic place, she found herself folded into a ball. That’s when she realised that this dark cozy place was really the comforter.
Torakichi kept his hands tight around the ends of the comforter like an unclosed sack. When he hoisted it up on his shoulder, immediately he was met with Kirie shuffling in the bag. Cursing with a grumble he turned to Miroko, who simply pointed to a corner of the room. He nodded, as the shuffling became more frantic and Kirie started blurting words.
“What’s going on here,” muffled her demands, “let me out. Who are you, and what are you doing!” She began banging around in the comforter and as Torakichi walked, he felt every bit of it. As he came to the corner he was struck in the head from a lump in the bag.
Torakichi swung the bag off his shoulder and slammed the comforter on the ground hard. Then dragged and repeated it two more times, till her complaints went silent. Breathing with adrenaline, he calmed himself, while keeping his grip tight on the end. Miroko and the silent one at the door, just stared stupidly.
Sore with pain all over, Kirie kept herself in the fetal position. Her arms, and the comforter kept the damage to her head to a minimum. However the tight fit was now beginning to bug her, along with the air being so thin. This was no longer a game. As far as all things go her life was now in their hands.
Then lightning lit up the room again.
Followed by the roar of thunder.
Kirie’s eyes went wide, and her heart stopped for a mere-second. 3. 2. 1. Her mouth flung open and and she screamed. Rolling about she did everything to find a way out. Punching, kicking, clawing anything to get out. It did not matter if Torakichi was holding the bag with all his might, or the fact that Miroko drew near with the knife. All that matter was to escape the sound of thunder.
Miroko knelt down and took a stab, punching through the comforter. However he only hit the floor. “Hold her good, Tora.” said Miroko, with a hint of delight in his voice. Tora looked away, as he grabbed her, by what felt like her skull and held her to the wall. Closing his eyes all he could think of was how to apologize for this.
Miroko took aim, with a thirst for blood smirk. Kirie’s muffled whimpers and screams, and her constant throwing about, could not send him off his aim. A simple pleasure he was granted every so few times to have. Now was time to add another number in his count of forty-nine. He thrusted forth.
The door swung open, halting his thrust.
The third in the group was sent running and lost footing. Taking one of the beds with it.
All went silent.
Miroko and Torakichi looked to the door. There with the light coming in from behind it, stood a figure with a high-ponytail, and a cane before it. “My, what a storm? Seems everybody’s quite jumpy.” said Ichi, as lighting flickered outside the window, and revealed his smiling face.
The thunder came once more, and Kirie muffled a shriek, but Torakichi quickly covered her mouth. However no matter what he did, her arms and legs would not stop flailing. Miroko rose up, with the blade behind his back. Caught in a real pickle he was, but then he got a better look.
He then chuckled a bit, and spoke, “Well, well… it’s been a while, Michio.” Ichi tilted his head a little, recognizing that name and the voice. “Booze and sweat,” Ichi frowned with disgust, “I could never forget it, Kagerou.”
“Heh, don’t give me that shit. Pretty boy.” he chuckled, seeing the third member get back up. With light in the room, it was revealed to be a girl. She was rubbing her head and navel, when she looked back to see who sent her crashing. Hissing a groan, she turned on a dime and brought her hand to her shoulder. But Kagerou halted her from attacking.
“What are the odds…” sighed Ichi, tapping his cane. “a year has passed since I left, and here we meet again.”
“Miroko, you know this guy?” asked Torakichi.
“Let’s just say were acquainted.”
Ichi stopped tapping his cane, and rubbed his eyes.
It was in that silence he heard something out of place. A muffled voice, and something bustling about on the floor. Kagerou looked back to Torakichi, who was still trying to keep Kirie down. However it got worse for him, when Kirie managed to bite his hand through the comforter. Torakichi held back his voice, as he began beating her over the head.
Sweat trickled down Kagerou’ brow as he turned from the scene, but flinched when he saw Ichi standing before him. So swift and silent, he didn’t hear him coming. “Hmm, is there something wrong, Kagerou?” asked Ichi as the lighting flickered. Kagerou and the girl both felt a shiver crawl up their spines upon looking at those eyes.
Time to act.
Kagerou threw the knife and the girl drew her sword. Ichi tried to strafe out of the way, but it struck into his left shoulder. He then jolted forth into the girls strike, If she were taller he probably would have struck the navel, but instead he struck into her head. Carried by the impact both took a tumble into the fallen bed.
Kagerou quickly ran to the window and smashed it out. Calling for everyone to leave, he hopped out into the rainy night. Torakichi seeing all that was going on, finally got his hand out of Kirie’s mouth. Seeing that Ichi and the girl were grappling to and throw and bashing up the place. “Ja Kay Gee, let’s go!” he ordered, while dragging Kirie.
She rolled up to him, and growled, “Go on, I’ll catch up!” Ichi stumbled up, looking to where he heard the voices. With a growl he drew out the knife from his shoulder, “Kagerou…!” Throwing it aside he drew his sword and charged. Ja Kay Gee was gonna charge, but Torakichi shoved her aside as he threw the bag at Ichi.
It collided with Ichi, and he flew straight back to the wall. His body left a good dent, and he slumped over from the impact. “Strike!” Torakichi whooped. He then hoisted Ja Kay Gee over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could, while she complained into the storm.
The thunder rolled, and the bag rolled about under Ichi’s grasp. Punching, kicking, and screaming Kirie finally rolled out of the comforter. Hair all wild and static, eyes wide and pinkish with tears. She felt bruised all over, and her heart was pounding like wild.
The room was wrecked. Beds tossed over; windows smashed, blood drops here and there on the floor along with a tanto fresh from striking. When she turned around seeing where the blood trail led she saw a shadow slumped over on the floor. Fresh with adrenaline and fear, she grabbed the tanto and ran back to the shadow. Grabbing by the collar she dragged it out of the corner and tossed it into the light.
Kill it, kill it!
She trembled at what had happened tonight. It dared to happen again. A storm had come, and with it people tried to kill her. Haunting her since she was four, the nightmare was alive. Though this was not what haunted her, this person dared to do it.
She pounced onto Ichi’s chest, and stared at the pale face. Her golden eyes burned with tears, and her breath hissed with anger. She could hear people coming, seems the alarm was sounded. But she did not care, dangling the tanto at Ichi’s neck, she marked where to strike.
Slightly unconscious from the blows to the head. Ichi ears ached with the sound of constant pinging, and his heart beat. The sting in his shoulder, chest and face only added to it. But his breathing was slightly labored by the weight on him. It was light, but also uncomfortable in the state he was in. He was also beginning to recognize the trembling voice over him, as the pinging was leaving.
“Think it’s funny-to sneak in during a storm!” Kirie fidgeted, as she raised the blade. “All of ya, just left us-He and they came for us-all of them dead-it’s all at his feet!”
Ichi face moved slightly with a groan, and his eyes fluttered.
“Can’t trust anyone… They all fear him, and do what He says!” she continued, with eyes glazing over. “And now-other’s want to follow his way. He too got to you-” She cut herself off, and came down for Ichi’s throat.
Suddenly the lights went on.
Kirie screamed in horror, throwing the tanto into the air and ran covering her eyes. Tripping over the comforter, she banged her head on the floor. Whimpering and shivering all over she simply rolled up into the comforter and curled up into a ball, as if to hide herself from it all.
Those who came into the room simply stared, jaw gaping at whatever happened. Among them was Grant Fenice, and seeing the little episode of Kirie’s panic attack, he looked down at the bleeding Ichi with a single glaring eye.