Death and Strawberry

Chapter 7: Santen Kesshun. I reject.

It's been 2 weeks and a half now since she informed Tatsuki and Chad that someone had been following her on her way home.

They had kept turns on accompanying her everyday until they catch the insolent bastards and find out what they're after.

Tatsuki on one occassion couldnt go with her due to a tournament coming up, so she ordered her strawberry friend to stand in for her.

Ichigo didnt need to be told twice. He even got angry  when he knew they left him out on this little information. They were afraid that he might do something rash if he found out, they say.

He volunteered despite her refusal. He was stubborn. Since their houses were in the same area, they've been going home together since.

But today is a very important day for Ichigo. He had been waiting for this day since he had interned at the FBI.

He was naturally intelligent despite the looks. He only need pay attention in class and put in effort to pass the career exam they handed out for the seniors last term.

"Im sorry Inoue. I've got somewhere really important to go to right now. Could you ask Chad to walk you home?" He sounded as apologetic as he could, because he really was.

"He's got club activities until later. But it's okay. I wouldnt want to trouble you and Sado- kun."

She laughed and scratched the back of her head. "Besides, it may have just been my imagination." No one had been bothering her since Ichigo.

"There wouldnt be aliens waiting to abduct me." She joked.

He was so distracted that he didnt quite hear what she had to say. Rather he didnt pay attention to her words.

"Text me when you get home. Ja ne." And he went off sprinting towards the station.

"Take care Kurosaki-kun."
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The empty cargo hold resounded with the sound of bone hitting bone. Of angry curses and of pained grunts.

"Stop it Ichigo. Killing him wont change what he did. Killing him wont bring your mother's life back." Ishida held onto his arm firmly, stopping him midpunch.

The four-eyed medical intern accompanied him, posing to be dealing dangerous regulated drugs he stole from the hospital to lure out the man whose face he was smashing to pieces.

He relented albeit begrudgingly. He pushed the man to his back unto the ground harshly. The lowlife coughed out blood. Staining his already caries filled teeth red. Three at the front missing. His left eye half closed from swelling, the skin a purplish red.

Uryu was right. Death would be merciful. It would be too easy. The scum had to suffer and rott in jail for the rest if his miserable life to pay for his crimes. To pay for the death of Kurosaki Misaki.

Several minutes later, sirens could be heard and a number of patrol cars stopped infront of them. Police officers did their inquisition. An agent handcuffed the bastard while the other read him his rights.

A medic sat him atbthe back of the EMS vehicle and tended to his wounds. He had a scraped knee, a blunt trauma on his forehead and bleeding knuckles.

Uryu handed him his phone when it rang. "Yes, Chad? What about Inoue? " Ichigo felt his world crumble when he heard what Sado had to say. "What!"

Ichigo ran a hand through his spiky hair. It's been a while since he had that dream. He had been under a lot of pressure lately.

Soul Society a mafia group, composed of families of different Russian mobs, had made headlines when one of its prominent members died in a shoot out last week.