Karakura-Raizer Angel [Bleach Fanfic]

Going to be [20]

I managed to get a job at a library as a librarian. And all I had to do was sit by the desk and scan the book and the card of the person wanting to borrow a book. To me, it was a simple task because I was used to doing this. Fun fact, I was a school librarian before I moved to Japan. I would start the job after school the next day.

I also asked around what part-time jobs they were taking. The only one I got an answer out was Ichigo, he was working part-time as an odd-job worker. Or that's what I think it was called. Though, I see him getting trouble most of the time. I saw him get dragged into a van in front of the school gates.

Uryu had to convince me that Ichigo wasn't getting kidnapped, that it was only just his part-time boss getting him to work. What was Uryu doing there? A moment ago he was beating up a bunch of high school thugs which was so badass, I swear. He even proposed to walk me back home.

We walked side by side. "Neddy-San," he called. I turned to him. "Do you notice something different about Kurosaki?" he asked suddenly. I paused, giving it a little thought. For the past few months, sure, he acted differently, he was more depressed and all. But I could say that was something odd around him. I nodded, "Though, I feel unsure about it."

"It's as if he has--," he stopped abruptly, freezing in his steps. My guard went up, I carefully looked around. The two of us exchanged looks. Both of us sensed someone was following us. Though, we couldn't see who. 

A minute after, the presence was gone. As if it wasn't there earlier. 

Uryu shook his head and continued walking, "As I was saying," he cleared his throat, "It's as if he has Reiatsu around him." I nodded, "Maybe..." I muttered, my voice trailing away. I shook my head, "I mean, I'm not sure if it's possible, but maybe, just maybe, Ichigo is getting his abilities back?" I said, "Or maybe he's just gaining his spiritual awareness back."

"It could be possible," he muttered. He stopped, "This is your building, right?" he asked, gesturing to my apartment building, "I'm not so sure... Inoue told me you live the same building with her." 

I turned to the building, "Yeah," I replied, averting my gaze to the pretty boy, "This is my building." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "You wanna... stop by my apartment and drink or something?" I sheepishly smiled, awkwardly gesturing to the stairs.

"Th-That sounds lovely but..." he cleared his throat, "I have to go. I apologize..." he adjusted his glasses, "I'll see you at school tomorrow." His blue eyes went to mine. Not to sound cliché and cheesy, but I felt like drowning in those pools of blue. He got pretty eyes, I had to admit. "Stay safe, Neddy."

"You too," I said as he walked away. I watched him taking a turn before going up the stairs to my apartment. I saw something in the corner of my eyes as I walked to my apartment. I whipped my head to the side, looking at the telephone wires. I blinked a few times. I could have sworn I saw something...or rather a person...

And then I realized how stupid it would be for a person to be standing on a telephone wire.

I blew a raspberry as I shrugged. I unlocked the door and went in, quietly announcing my return. If someone had answered back, I would have been scared for my life. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen. I placed myself on the kitchen counter, staring at into the kitchen.

My fingers tapped against the surface. My mind wondering about what I should eat for dinner. Or if I should go out. And then I decided I wasn't hungry. I walked into my room, throwing aside my bag and taking off my clothes. I threw myself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

As I jumped onto the bed, the necklace hit my glasses, making a small clink noise. My gaze went to the bracelet. It had been months. But my feelings kept going back to the horrible sensation I felt when I killed him. My eyes still watered as it did when I saw him lying motionless in his own blood.

My brain and emotions getting jumbled up the same as I laid next to his dying body.

I sat up, placing my forehead on the wall, let it go already. The murder you did wasn't a crime. But it felt like it. My head convinced me I was a criminal. Regardless if he was a villain, I was the one who killed him with his own blade. 

I was the one who made the decision to end his life.

I was the one who decided to cut him in half. With my hands bloodied with my own dark red blood.

Too much emotional scars. I kept reminding myself about it every time I look at the cursed bracelet. But if I took it off, guilt overwhelmed me. I made myself sound like a jerk. 

You killed someone and not wear the very thing remained of them? That's not very nice.

Every time I thought about him, the same thought came into my mind. But I could never finish the sentence. I had too much to ask.

I wish...

I wish...

I wish...

I...