One Shots

Ichigo x Fem!Ghost!Reader: My Strawberry (Bleach)

Smiling nervously at the orange haired male, you start backing away. Other people are just ignoring the two of you which makes sense. You had been dead for about a week and had seen this boy around before.

You know that you shouldn't be running from him, or anybody else in a similar uniform, but you can't help it. It was fun scaring people and being able to float through walls, but you knew the risks too. The creatures that had been scrambling about to eat other dead people. Sometimes you have seen the people you had grown used to seeing become these things.

You sometimes are worried about becoming the same thing as them. Other times you just run around without a care in the world.

This wasn't the first time you had seen the orange haired boy. Often you had seen him being followed by a redhead or a black haired girl. All three of these people seemed to have large tempers and short fuses so you tended to keep away from them.

This time was different. You are backing away and you start to turn. You stumble forward and trip over an uneven spot in the sidewalk. You fall forward and go straight through a pole. Putting your hands in front of you, you fall to the ground and scrape your chin. You rub the wound and push yourself off the ground in a sitting position.

"Ow... I thought I couldn't get hurt. I guess though you would have an answer, strawberry?" you say with a smile on your face.

This time you push yourself in a standing position and face the slightly startled male. Rubbing your chin and holding your stomach you sigh and force a smile.

"Come on! I'm starting to get hungry again. The last time this happened, I passed out in front of some creeps house. Do you know anything, Ichigo?" you mock.

By now Ichigo, as you call him, appears to be annoyed. He seems to know nothing about you, but you seem to know everything about him. You keep your forced smile on your face.

"I guess... I mean I do. But I'm not going to go around telling you things. Tell me your name first. And who do you mean by creeps house?" he asks grumpily.

You giggle painfully and spit up a little blood. "Oh. My name is (L/N). (Y/N) (L/N) to be exact. And by some creep I mean a blonde dude in some sort of stripped getup."

You shrug and start to feel dizzy. You move your hands from your stomach and chin to your forehead. Black spots dance in your eyes. You collapse to your knees and feel rock embed themselves in your knees.

"So can I have my answer strawberry? I don't want to die twice," you mumble before passing out.

***

(No One's P.O.V.)

Sighing Ichigo picks up the (H/C) haired girl from her passed out position. Shaking his head the boy hops from telephone pole to telephone pole before stopping. He looks down at a little shop and then looks away in distaste.

"Why am I the one who has to do this? Of all the times to pass out that was not ideal," he mutters before hopping to the ground.

Kicking open the door, Ichigo stepped into the little shop.

***

You groan and blink. You try and sit up but just can't summon any energy. You look at the ceiling and sigh, thinking over your death. You hadn't killed yourself, you had been murdered. The worst part was the fact that the killer still hasn't been caught.

You often think over the little detail like how you had planned to give your best friend the best gift ever. Instead, they had gotten your funeral. The cold, rainy day had been even worse than you had expected.