week #78 -- endline challenge
Title: Crimes
Characters: Spoiler >Orihime Inoue<
Word Count: 264
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or anything affiliated.
Summary: Years into hiding and even then she can see when hell is going to break loose again.
“Are there any questions?” She was wrapping up the class when she heard the hollow roar outside of the building. Curiously, so did five of the students in her class. Three were shinigami who thought they good enough job of blending in, one was a Quincy.
Megumi wasn’t and her fists were balled so tight that the blood started to run off of her bandages again.
“Class dissmissed. Megumi-chan, stay behind please.” The shinigami left without a word and the Quincy, Takato, paused before leaving too. He wasn’t an Ishida, but it didn’t matter.
“Rangiku-sensei?” A name, picked, for an old friend.
“Don’t follow them. It’s not a world for you to play in- not a place for you to be in. Oh, Megumi-chan, you would be so much better off following living dreams.” The girl didn’t pay any attention and those strong green eyes hated her for that moment.
“No. No, I can’t they need me. Need me more than they think they know” With some concentration she saw the red string of a shinigami and Megumi dashed outside of the door, body separating into two; shinigami and mod-soul. Once the girl cooled down there would defiantly be questions about how weird old Rangiku Shiba knew about hollow and shinigami!
Orihime Inoue would tell her the truth about everything; the wars, why her powers were there, the hollows that were waiting just beyond the sight of reality. And with all that truth would be bits of advice that should have been given to her before it was too late.
The hyogyoku shivered in anticipation.
Characters: Spoiler >Orihime Inoue<
Word Count: 264
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or anything affiliated.
Summary: Years into hiding and even then she can see when hell is going to break loose again.
“Are there any questions?” She was wrapping up the class when she heard the hollow roar outside of the building. Curiously, so did five of the students in her class. Three were shinigami who thought they good enough job of blending in, one was a Quincy.
Megumi wasn’t and her fists were balled so tight that the blood started to run off of her bandages again.
“Class dissmissed. Megumi-chan, stay behind please.” The shinigami left without a word and the Quincy, Takato, paused before leaving too. He wasn’t an Ishida, but it didn’t matter.
“Rangiku-sensei?” A name, picked, for an old friend.
“Don’t follow them. It’s not a world for you to play in- not a place for you to be in. Oh, Megumi-chan, you would be so much better off following living dreams.” The girl didn’t pay any attention and those strong green eyes hated her for that moment.
“No. No, I can’t they need me. Need me more than they think they know” With some concentration she saw the red string of a shinigami and Megumi dashed outside of the door, body separating into two; shinigami and mod-soul. Once the girl cooled down there would defiantly be questions about how weird old Rangiku Shiba knew about hollow and shinigami!
Orihime Inoue would tell her the truth about everything; the wars, why her powers were there, the hollows that were waiting just beyond the sight of reality. And with all that truth would be bits of advice that should have been given to her before it was too late.
The hyogyoku shivered in anticipation.