Hello! I'm back! I apologize for my long absence. A lot of bullshit has been going down, it's been really hard to focus on anything truly. So I haven't had anything going out for some time. But I finally got it out!

I'm starting to feel this Fic be my release. Much like how Jhonen Vasquez explained his reasoning for creating Johnny The Homicidal Maniac: It's like a revenge Fic. I have a great hatred for many aspects of humanity, and would from time to time have fantasies about doing things to them (Excluding rape. I have this thing against it. Which is only natural.) but I would never actually do them. I'm not really crazy or murderous, but I play on the fact that everyone has that side to them where it would feel right to rid the world of certain people.

That out of the way, READ!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach, or any of the characters associated with the Anime/Manga! They belong to Tite Kubo and TV Tokyo! Please support the official release!

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

Ichigo awoke to the smell of food. He recognized it to be barbecue sauce, and was instantly on his feet and opening the door before he even registered the world around him.

He slowly moved through the living room and into the kitchen, cautious of what he may or may not see. The scare was fresh in his mind, and he wasn't about to skip on into the clutches of the Monster.

"Rukia?" Ichigo tentatively called as he entered the kitchen and found his lithe girlfriend setting up the table with the steaming hot food.

"Ichigo! You're awake!" Rukia smiled beautifully at him, and he found himself melting in her presence. She hugged him tightly, which he returned, and they shared a brief kiss before she pulled back and pointed to his plate. "Eat up, I made your favorite."

Ichigo grinned as he sat down across from her and sniffed at his sandwich. It was neatly cut into two pieces at a vertical angle, and was still dripping with the sauce that was drenched over the chicken within the cooked bread. He felt himself salivating as he grabbed one of the pieces and took a wide bite. He hadn't known how hungry he had been all day until he took the bite.

Rukia had imagined herself being patient, having planned to let her distressed boyfriend finish eating before interrogating him. But patience wasn't her favorite thing to admire when such a dramatic event was playing out in front of her eyes.

Ichigo's eyes were downcast, despite his obvious pleasure in devouring the delicious meal she had made for him; dark lines creased the skin under his lids, and his shoulders were sagged in sadness. She frowned and contemplated her approach.

"What the fuck happened in the garage?" Smooth.

Ichigo's eyes met hers and his lips thinned out. "What?"

"Earlier, in the garage, what happened?" She reiterated.

Ichigo thought it over, remembering every detail of what he'd seen when he flung open the door of their garage.

"It's...hard to explain..." He said slowly, unsure about how much he should reveal to Rukia. He worried that maybe it'd be too much for her to deal with if he retold his tale.

Rukia's eyes slitted as they narrowed. She was battling with the need to force it out of him and being nice about something she knew was difficult for Ichigo. "I have time," She said.

Ichigo sighed with exasperation. "Alright..." He said, straightening his spine and looking at her eye-to-eye.

–

It started when I was six.

My sisters were only 2 years of age, and I spent a lot of my time helping my parents take care of them. After school, I'd go straight to feeding them and trying my best to help them talk the way I was being taught to in first grade. They didn't get it, and just stared at me with their big eyes.

I remember the day perfectly. I was to watch the girls by myself for a little bit since there was an emergency at the clinic which needed both my parents. My mom said they'd only be gone for a few moments, if not an hour. I could do it, I've watched them so much longer by myself before. So I didn't think nothing of it when the house got quiet and darkness began to fall outside more quickly than it usually did.

About a half hour in my watch, I had noticed something wrong with the air. It felt...odd. Like it was staling over and growing more hot, but cold at the same time. It was weird. I put down the homework I was doing and stood to check on the girls. 'Maybe they pooped or something...' I had thought with the innocence of a six year old.

I saw that Yuzu was fast asleep, sucking on her thumb and cuddling close with the pink blankets covering her. I was satisfied and went around to look at Karin.

She was cooing at something. My brows furrowed, and I turned in the direction she was giggling at to find nothing. I blinked, turned, and gasped.

By Karin's bed, stood a figure. He hadn't been there before, and I would have noticed him coming in. My heart thumped quickly, for I didn't know this person. And I didn't know what to do. I was a kid, and they only taught us to kick and scream. What was I suppose to do if someone came into my home and stood over my baby sister? This guys was freakishly tall, white, and had horns and what looked to be claws.

His eyes were piercing yellow, and the whites were black. He looked at me, and then gave the ugliest smile I had ever seen in my whole life. I heard a hissing noise, as if it was breathing out through it's teeth, which I saw were sharp; like a shark's.

I did the only thing I could think of:

I screamed.

I didn't know why, but my body convulsed on itself, and I went sprawling against the wall behind me as my throat let loose the most terrifying roar I could ever manage. My eyes stayed closed, and all I could hear was myself. But I could tell my sisters were now up and crying their eyes out in fright.

It felt like hours, days even that I was laying there screaming. But really it was maybe two minutes.

I felt arms around me. I began to lose it again, fighting against the person holding onto me. I thought it was the Monster who was touching me, about to drag me into the bowls of hell. But it wasn't the beast, nor was it dragging me anywhere. It was my mother, soothing away my worries with her warm words. She calmed me down after holding me and rocking me back and forth. I stopped yelling, and saw that my father was tending to the girls. I felt embarrassed about what I did, and looked away with a flushed face.

–

"My mother knew about the Monster. I told her about it, and she seemed to know something I didn't." Ichigo went on, fighting back the tears as Rukia took his hand for support. She knew this was hard for him, and she was astounded by his tale.

"You ever ask your mom about it?" Rukia asked. "I mean, more thoroughly?"

Ichigo shook his head. "I was always too afraid when I was younger, and when I was nine...It took her away from me."

Rukia eyes widened. "The Monster took your mom from you?"

"Yes..." Ichigo whispered, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. "It spoke to me, in garage." He said, taking Rukia by surprise.

"It talked to you?"

"It wants more..." Ichigo growled lowly. "The beast has noticed our activity...and wants us to kill again. Soon." He said, and looked up at her with dark eyes.

Rukia's lip twitched, and she schooled her features into a placid one. She couldn't hold back the glee that rose within her at the prospect of getting to let loose yet again, but she kept her lips thin, and her eyes emotionless for Ichigo's sake. "How soon?" She asked, unable to hold back the excitement from her voice.

Ichigo grinned. "Take tomorrow off, Rukia. We're going hunting." He said and pulled her into a kiss.

–

"That's too hot!" Kurodo cried as he spit out a short stream of coffee.

"Aah! It's all over me!" Ririn yelled, slamming her fist into the larger man's face, growling as he went tumbling over his chair and onto the floor.

Noba watched as his two companions squabbled over the coffee. He didn't flinch as Kurodo stood and Ririn smacked him with her muffin plate, the sound of breaking glass resounding through the whole house.

There's always a conflict... Noba rolled his eyes as Kurodo turned to him for support.

"It wasn't my fault!" Kurodo pleaded as Ririn stood over him, despite their obvious height difference.

"How is it not? You spit on me!"

"Ahh! Stop hitting me!"

"Asshole!"

Noba sighed as he turned to the TV and flipped onto the History channel, watching as a long winded explanation for the plague flowed from the TV.

An hour passed, and Noba was still tuning out the bickering duo behind him. It was progressing, and Noba thought that if he wasn't such a patient and shy man he'd have flipped long ago and broken the two up. It was just coffee!

Suddenly, there was a crash, and the two arguing adults stopped and looked off towards the noise.

"What was that?" asked Ririn.

Noba stood and walked next to Kurodo, who was shaking but holding a tough rouse. "That must be a burglar!"

Noba agreed. He took lead as he reached over and pulled out a gun from under the couch inside the lining. It was for emergencies, and he didn't really expect to use it. But it could help in scaring off the intruders.

Noba moved forward with Ririn and Kurodo behind him. There was rummaging noise coming from the rooms- specifically Kurodo's room. The trio moved on through the darkened hallway, Noba holding up the loaded gun. The noise was growing louder, signaling that the burglars were hurrying up in their quest. It was now or never.

Noba grabbed the doorknob gently and slowly as to not alert the trespassers. He wanted to catch them and hold them down until they could get the police. They couldn't just let these hooligans go to just rob someone else, it was wrong. And Noba made sure he would hold them down long enough for Ririn or Kurodo to make the call.

"Do it!" Ririn persisted quietly, impatient.

"Hurry up!" Kurodo added, holding his shaking hands to his face.

Noba briefly wondered why he roomed with these idiots before pushing the door open and holding up the gun with a loud "Freeze!" leaving his lips on instinct.

Inside Kurodo's room was a tall man with peach skin and spiky orange hair. He had on black gloves and a leather jacket. He turned with wide eyes, a bag in one hand with one of Kurodo's top hats in the other. "Uh..." The man stammered.

"Who are you?" Ririn stood in front of Noba, her height coming to just under where he held the gun at the orange haired man. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at the man fiercely.

The man visibly cringed as he realized his mistake. Noba figured he'd thought no one was home, for none of the trio drove a car and preferred to walk everywhere they went. It was a simple mistake, but one that just cost the man at least two years of his life.

"Um...would it be cool if I just left?" The man offered, dropping the bag and putting up his hands.

Ririn sniffed down her nose at him, feeling superior. "Hell no! We're going to call the police and you're going to jail you delinquent!"

"Yeah!" Kurodo cheered, his shaking done and his shoulders squared.

The man cursed under his breath, and Noba beckoned for him to exit the room through the door. He complied by taking slow steps forward. Ririn stood behind him as the Noba and Kurodo stood off in the hallway to give the man room. Noba made sure to keep a certain distance, for if the man got brave and lunged for the gun it'd be nasty. And he knew none of them wanted that on their conscience.

They lead the man into the living room. Ririn forced him to sit on the couch as Kurodo went to grab the phone. Noba stood stiffly in front of the man, holding the black Glock tightly in his hands. If the man was perceptive, he'd have noticed Noba's hesitation to use the weapon in his hands.

I don't think I could really fire if he came barreling at me...

"Now, to call the cops." Kurodo gloated. He and Ririn must feel fantastic in this position of power, Noba noted. It was a bit sadistic, but with the mundane of their every day lives this must have been a treat.

Kurodo dialed the number and held the phone to his ear. Ririn grinned down at the man with her arms crossed, and Noba watched the man's sour expression lift ever so slightly as Kurodo gave a befuddled look.

"What's wrong?" Noba asked, never taking his eyes off the man before him.

Kurodo looked down at the phone with confusion. He turned it around and checked the battery, only to seem dissatisfied as he held the white house phone up for everyone to see. "It's broken or something, it won't send out the call." He said finally.

Ririn rose a brow. "You mean the line is dead?" She inquired, glancing at Noba.

Kurodo nodded. "Yeah, it's weird-"

Suddenly, Kurodo gasped and jerked forward. Noba actually jumped this time while Ririn screamed. Kurodo fell forward, hitting the ground head first with a large butcher knife protruding from his backside.

"Oh my god!" Ririn wailed, terrified.

Noba too was stunned. He looked up at the smiling, raven haired woman standing over the injured body of his long time friend.

"Got you!" The spiky haired man lunged forward, slapping away the gun in the direction of the female and jammed his elbow into Noba's windpipe. He coughed, and struggled against the obviously stronger male.

"Noba!" Ririn moved to tackle the man, but the woman was fast, almost unnaturally so. She knocked Ririn's across the head with a hard punch, sending the blond haired girl to the ground with a bruised temple.

"Ririn!" Kurodo called from the floor. Blood was freely flowing down his back and onto the carpet. The knife was lodged deep into his back, probably even scraping his spine. Noba couldn't count of Kurodo getting up to aid anytime soon.

"Nicely done, Ichigo. What an actor!" The woman smiled over at the man as she stood imposingly over Ririn.

The man named Ichigo smiled devilishly back at his partner. "I learned from the best, Rukia."

Rukia blew a kiss before turning back to the now weeping Ririn. She leaned down and placed her hand on top of the blond's head. Ririn flinched, and Rukia cooed softly, "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon enough. Just wait a second..." She trailed off, standing and walking over to Kurodo's prone form.

"What are you-" Kurodo spit up blood, the light in his eyes wavering ever so slightly. He was helpless as Rukia grabbed the handle of the knife and yanked hard, pulling it free from the now screaming man's back.

"Kurodo!" Ririn stood and charged without thinking. Noba tried to yell for her to stop and run away, to get help and at least stop these people and save herself. But when he opened his mouth Ichigo jammed his elbow harder into his throat. What should have been a warning came out as a violent cough.

Rukia grinned maliciously as she kicked out and knocked Ririn off her path. The poor girl spun around in a circle and slammed into the wall with a sickening crack of her head.

Noba felt sick. He watched as the raven haired murderer took Ririn by the hair and held up her neck to expose her pale neck.

"Say goodbye," Rukia placed a soft kiss to the blond girl's bruised temple before slicing open her throat with a single swipe.

"No!" Kurodo cried as blood gushed from the wound and Ririn fell to the ground, dead.

Rukia stood, now covered in the crimson liquid. "Damn, why must good things be so enjoyable?" She pouted as she looked over to Ichigo. "It's going to be hard to clean this off!" She whined.

Ichigo snorted. "Burn the shirt. Evidence." He said and turned to Noba with a dark grin. "You next?" He inquired, as if it was Noba's choice.

"N-no..." Noba said weakly, his insides shivering in fear.

"Alright," Ichigo smiled and let go of his hold over Noba. The red haired man fell to the ground and wheezed, holding his sore throat. "We'll take out the funky haired dude next, then you." Ichigo said, taking the knife from Rukia with a smile.

Noba's eyes widened. He needed to do something! His legs were like jelly, but when he looked up and saw Ichigo leaned down next to his friend adrenaline pumped into his veins and he charged.

Noba made the same mistake Ririn did, for all he was rewarded with was a swift kick to the head from Rukia. The kick was powerful. His brain rattled back and forth in his head as he tumbled back and hit the wall, blood trickling from his lower lip.

"Nice try," Rukia grinned down at him, the blood on her clothing adding to the affect. Noba was terrified.

Noba looked up in time to watch Ichigo take the knife and stab it right through Kurodo's head. Forever would the image of Kurodo's wide eyes pleading with Noba to save him somehow be with him. Though, forever seemed so short now as the two turned to him with evil sneers.

They took their time, for Noba stayed alive much longer than he expected. They cut off his feet, then his hands, then started to take off chunks from his legs and arms until they felt satisfied. He watched with bleary eyes the two make love in front of him inside a pool of the trio's blood.

Noba bled out. The last thing he ever heard were the love proclamations of Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki.

SO! To start off, I am sorry for some of the chapter. I'm out of it right now (Been up all night) and may have some mistakes or just plain bad writing going on. I am sorry, and hope you look pass that!

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