This is a continuation of my One-Shot Fic Obsess! Go read it before reading this!

This is a story I had been working on for a bit. I had hoped to make it all before posting, but as of recent events I've been thinking of moving on from my Fanfiction writing and going on to some original stuff. I want to be a writer once I'm free of college and hope to be a successful Supernatural/Horror Author!

So, I figured I'd post what I got so far on this story for everyone to at least see before I leave. I'm also hoping that maybe having it out there would give me more motivation to finish this before heading off to other and better things.

Though, if not, I would be willing to let someone else adopt this story once I'm gone. That is, of course, if people like it!

Enjoy my insanity!

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I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth again
I'm Getting Away With Murder

Momo Hinamori ran bare foot through the woods, the rain pouring down onto her face and making her clothes much more heavier for her to have to carry. Her legs were burning and she was steadily losing breath; the only reason she had made it this far was because of her daily jogs and need to live.

She felt a stick break under her foot and stab into her heel, drawing blood. She winced but kept going, for she couldn't stop. She needed to get away!

"Who's there?" The voice of her boyfriend Hitsugaya rang through her mind, the events leading up to this replaying through her head yet again.

A noise had been heard. The four teenagers all jumped up in fright and began to scan the area for what it could be. It was nearing midnight and they had all come out camping for the weekend. The weather though had been misread and they were stuck inside of their tent to stay dry.

"Shiro-kun, there's nothing out there. Just the rain." Momo had reassured, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

"I swear I heard something," Hitsugaya persisted as he tried to look through the fabric of the wet tent.

"Oh come on Toshiro! You're just scared! Admit it!" Their friend and near sister to Momo, Rangiku said, a sly smirk on her face.

"Shut up Matsumoto! I am NOT scared!" The short white haired teen defended angrily. He hadn't been one to scare easily, so Momo instantly took his side in mind, but she was too nice a girl to speak up on his defense.

"C'mon little guy, let's just get back to the thing." Rangiku's boyfriend Shuuhei said, adjusting his hands over the board which lay in the middle of the four.

"They told us...they told us not to do it..." Momo chanted under her breath as she could hear them coming closer. "Why-why didn't we listen?"

The Ouija board shifted slightly as Hitsugaya moved back into his spot on the blue cotton blanket. He huffed and put his hands back on the indicator to continue. They all had copied his actions and looked up to Shuuhei to wait his turn.

"Alright...what to ask..?" He wondered to himself.

"Hisagi you fool..." Momo whispered as she felt her pace slow as fatigue started to catch up with her.

"Just ask already!" Hitsugaya had barked, impatient for this to hurry up.

"Shiro! Be nice!" Momo had scolded.

"Bah!" Her boyfriend grunted, unable to argue with her.

"I got one," Shuuhei smirked devilishly. "Who is going to be the first one to die out of all of us?"

"Shuuhei!" Momo squealed, completely horrified by his question.

"That's messed up man," Hitsugaya shook his head.

"Oh quit being babies!" Rangiku giggled, catching on to the joke as Shuuhei tossed her a sly look. "Let's let the spirits answer his question." She said and they had all watched it move seemingly on it's own.

Momo heard a noise to her left and made the mistake of looking...

The sound of footsteps boomed over the tent and they all froze as two voices sent chills down all their spines.

"Maybe we can answer that question." A female voice said followed by the sounds of ripping and splashing. Momo's eyes had been unable to match the speed of it all as it happened, but when she could properly see...

"Got you." The male of the two said as a flash of dark orange blurred her vision and she felt her stomach heat up in an odd sensation to which she had never felt before.

Shuuhei had been decapitated. His head slammed to the ground followed by his blood gushing body. The three teens had all screamed after a moment of stunned silence. The tent had been pulled from the ground and two figures stood over them.

Momo could not see them through the darkness and heavy downpour, but she could tell one was a man and the other was a woman. She could not see their features, but she could clearly see the shine of the knives they held and knew that if she didn't get away she'd be killed.

Hitsugaya had tried to be the hero and made to tackle the man, but the woman had intervened and sliced her blade right through his throat. Rangiku took the opportunity to turn and high tail it out of there, but the man had caught her as well.

With the two preoccupied she found an opening and knew that this was all she could do. All she could do was run and try to live. Alone.

Her eyes widened as she realized what had just happened. Momo could feel hot liquid running down her legs and dripping onto the ground. She shakily pushed her now stiff head down to look and see the knife which penetrated her stomach, the blood gushing out and staining not only the blade but the hands which held it.

Momo looked up into the eyes of her killer. They were amber, something she had once admired. A very unusual eye color, but she thought it was very handsome. But these amber eyes, they weren't handsome. They were evil, psychotic, murderous.

"A-a-are-are...y-you..a..d-d-demon?" She gasped out with her last few breathes, the world starting to go dark as the pain started to numb her body.

"No," Was the only thing she heard before the smell of her own blood filled her nostrils and she was gone forever...

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It was said somewhere by someone that an obsession could only be quelled by accepting the obsessive thoughts and letting them die down. For by denying the thoughts you were letting them embed themselves into your mind, so by accepting them and letting them be they would soon start to fade away on their own.

Whoever said this never met Ichigo Kurosaki. He had been obsessed with many things in the past, the thought of murdering someone, the thought of using a knife or a gun or any other weapon on someone else for the joy of it, and then there was the obsession with his neighbor from across the street.

Half a year has passed since he finally let himself sink into the thoughts and let them free out into the world. But how wrong this person was to say it would go away with acceptance. Ichigo accepted himself as a maniac who was in love. But in no way did he fall out of love, or become sane.

Rukia Kuchiki had become his lover, his soul-mate. They had made the descent into madness together and had ever since never looked back.

They murdered a man, not just any man though. His name had been Kaien Shiba. Rukia's former 'Fiance' and soon to be husband through an arranged marriage. He had noticed the symptoms of obsession in Rukia and had come to speak to her about it.

What a mistake.

Rukia had knocked him out cold and set him inside of her bathtub to which would be his death bed. Once Ichigo and Rukia accepted the obsession for each other, they moved in to quell the voices which told them what to do and chopped him into little bits.

If Ichigo were to guess: He would say some of Kaien was on his way down the Pacific while the rest was either eaten by an alligator or ended up in some swamp where some red-necks found him and reported it to the police.

This is where the obsession would start to die down and they would feel guilt destroy them from the inside out, if the little 'theory' worked. But no, Ichigo and Rukia only made love again in the after glow of murder and set up plans for how to dispose of the body and then made plans for their next kill.

Half a year, 6 extra murders (Four being the teens who thought it cool to play with ghosts in the woods at night) and one moving into a new house further away from the rural parts of Karakura later they stand stronger than ever in their insanity. Their love had grown. Their techniques had progressed, and their escape plans were set. They would not go down without a fight should the police or anyone else ever find out about them.

It had been hard to escape Rukia's parents. Kaien's disappearance had been a total shock to everyone in both the Kuchiki and Shiba clans. The police were still searching to this day for at least a clue on his whereabouts with absolutely nothing on what happened.

Rukia had been a great actor and had put up a great show of fake worry and concern for the whereabouts of her former future husband. It had been hard for her to fool her keen parents, but in the end she had did it and they got away scat free.

They had to be careful though, for the police had put Rukia under watch for about two weeks as part of the investigation. Ichigo's paranoia had been what saved them as he had watched out the window the cars passing by and knew exactly when to move out into her home and when to not.

After two weeks, the couple had been free of watch and proceeded to mingle yet again. They had received yet another victim who dared hit on Rukia out in the market. Ichigo had literally ripped out his throat and played with the spinal cord as if a whip (He had always wanted to pretend he was Indiana Jones!) and then Rukia cleaned off the scene and took care of the body.

Two more months passed before the couple made public their relationship to the families. Rukia's parents had put up a fight saying Kaien would return and that Rukia should wait, but yet again she put up a great fooling act about how she couldn't bear it anymore and that Ichigo reminded her so much of Kaien and that's why she liked him.

Her parents had been fooled and believed her. They gave their consent for their relationship and Ichigo couldn't be happier. His family had yet to meet her though, it was planned for them to meet some other time after his father had finished with some sort of month long doctor's convention. He was alright with that, he didn't want to be around them when he was having so much fun anyway.

They had soon found a nice house down some from their original homing places. Not too far, but further away from the hustle and bustle of potential witnesses. They had found a rather desolate neighborhood with many of the houses being empty and only two other people living on the street. One of whom was an old friend of Rukia's. She had trust in that fact that he wouldn't notice anything weird and that he'd never stumble in on one of their 'sessions'.

The other neighbor was a young woman named Inoue Orihime who was around Ichigo's age with almost the same colored hair and a very, very weird personality. He was uncomfortable around her, but did not feel the need to kill her.

Ichigo proved this theory wrong. He felt a sense of pride towards this accomplishment to which only he knew of. He would grin at times just at the thought of someone's impending doom, just to make the point of proving it wrong.

They were happily in love, happily insane, and happily getting away with murder.

Alright! That was the Prologue basically. So forgive me if it kinda sucked! I feel pleased really myself, but that could just be me! I have a sick mind, and I hope that y'all who also do will enjoy the shit that spews from my brain!

This story was made thanks to a suggestion from a great writer of Dark IchiRuki, lovemydogs82! And also a thanks to my loyal friend James who keeps my darkness alive with our favorite game "How to kill a celebrity!" in which we name a famous person, and then think of the heinous way we'd kill him/her.

This is a revenge Fic. For those who wanted to do something to those kinds of people who piss you off, along with to those who are like me: Paranoid, see things that aren't there, and believe they hear a faint voice from time to time. Medicine is such a feeble thing, yes?

I hope everyone likes this, despite my obvious weirdness. And I hope to see this thing finished, be it by me or someone else.

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