Bleach Fanfic: Horror Of Our Love

This is a songfic...

I hate songfics, but I've never attempted writing one, so I'm trying it out.

Categories: Romance, Suspense, Horror.

Rating: T (13+)

Pairing: HichigoxOC (Original Character)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Never have, never will. It belongs to Tite Kubo.

Summary: What happens when the cold and seemingly heartless Hichigo finds himself infatuated with a girl he spotted randomly on the streets? Will he kill her to prevent any further distraction? Will be be able to bring himself to do it? (I suck at Summaries, just read it.)

Author's Notes: The female lead in this story is a girl I randomly made up just for the story. She is not me, nor any of my friends. She is completely fictional, and I own her, so don't be puttin' her in yo writin' without my permission, foos! :3 This story is not related to any of my previous Bleach fanfiction. I just got this idea from this song. The song is Horror Of Our Love by: Ludo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d25xlurNV0s

I suggest listening to it before reading this. It's not necessary, but it helps set the mood.

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Hichigo's POV:

King (Ichigo) was walking down the streets of Karakura Town, and I was watching through his eyes.

I needed some kind of entertainment. It gets really boring in Ichigo's inner world when he's not fighting.

That's when I saw the thing. The awful little thing that drove me crazy.

Distracted me from battles.

Distracted me from everything...

It was a woman.

But this woman... She was different. I don't know how. Sure, she looked like a normal, healthy woman... But at the same time did not.

Out of all of the women we had walked past that day, she stood out to me.

She was of regular height. Probably about 5'5". Which means I tower over her, at 6'3".

Her hair was a mixture of red and orange. But I could tell it was her natural color. Not like Ichigo's hair color, nor that annoying little brat Orihime... er... Whatever her fricken name was. Like I care.

This woman's hair was like a fire. It went down to hair waist in a fiery explosion of waves and curls. It was mesmerizing. I had never seen such a vibrant natural color. From the corner of my eye, it looked like her head was actually on fire, as the wind blew through it, causing it to sway and jerk just like a collection of flames.

She was young. Probably about fifteen years old.

Her face was shaped like a heart.

Her eyes were incredible. They were Blue. Very blue. It was like staring straight into a Hawaiian ocean. I wondered how her eyes hadn't put out the fire, which was her hair.

Her skin... Her skin made me hungry. What for? I was not completely sure. But hungry, nonetheless.

It was pale, but her cheeks had a very faint pinkish tint to them. It looked like she was constantly blushing. Her skin looked so smooth, and tender... Everything about her seemed so breakable. That only made me want her more.

I thought about how a monster like me could scar her for life. Such a sweet, innocent young girl.

Just a girl.