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Nobody's FaultA Bleach HitsuKarin fanfic
Bold Italics=Hyōrinmaru talking to Toshiro
Bold=Toshiro talking to Hyōrinmaru
Toshiro flew as quickly and as smoothly as he could in his bankai form towards the direction he knew the Kurosaki family's house was located. He knew their father was a doctor so he would be able to help the young teenage girl in his arms. He glanced down at her bloodless face that with her black hair framing her face, made her look like that Snow White woman he heard about.
Toshiro's mouth, which was usually a frown, turned into a straight line as his eyes closed tight in pain. It was his fault, his fault that his friend Karin ended up this way. It would be his fault if she dies, and then Ichigo would end his life, and he wouldn't blame the boy at all.
Once he got to the Kurosaki residence, he quickly released his bankai and entered his gigai, for this is where he was when he felt the holl
Grimmjow Shopping?Bleach Fanfic: GrimmHime
A Coming Together: Chapter 2
Within 10 minutes Orihime and Grimmjow were walking down the streets of Karakura Town. To say that they were causing a small stir would be an understatement. Orihime was a common enough sight, but the man beside her was certainly not. He was dressed in the most outlandish clothes that have been seen in a long time, plus he had even more of an unnatural hair color as Orihime.
Orihime could tell that the whispers were starting to get to Grimmjow. She could almost feel his smoldering anger rising. "Here Grimmjow-san," she pulls him into the nearest clothing store and is relieved to see that it was a guy's clothing store. "What kind of clothing do you want?"
He looked surprised at the abruptness of her pulling him into the store and didn't reply at first. "Heh, doesn't matter, anything would be an improvement on these ridiculous clothes."
"Man, you got that right, wh
What is Christmas?Bleach Fanfic: HitsuKarin
Four bundled up figures that go by the name of Kurosaki walked along the snowy cobbled streets of London, carrying a large pewter bowl that contains a concoction of ale, wine, cider and apples called wassail. It might seem strange to find a family with a name like Kurosaki in the heart of the English empire, but they had emigrated from Japan a little more than a year ago. They could not stay there anymore, they're sympathies for the Western nations made them unwelcome in their homeland, so they were forced to move and chose England as their new home.
It was not an easy move; the English were a proud nation and at first had a hard time accepting a Japanese family as one of their own. But the father, Isshin, opened a home clinic and offered aid for people of every station. That, plus the fact that he was very skilled, made him the doctor of choice for many families. As such, the family was well off financially, they weren't as prosperous as the rich, well
Help Given, but Not OfferedBleach Fanfic: GrimmHime
A Coming Together: Chapter 1
After the winter wars, Orihime had been returned to the human world of course. Ichigo was still unconscious from using the Final Getsuga Tenshou, but at least was home. She looked forward to the day that he woke so she could thank him for saving her.
For a few days she went about her normal life in Karakura Town, going to school and being with Tatsuki, and shopping when one day after coming home from school, she found Toshiro leaning against the wall next to her door in gigai form.
"Well hello Toshiro-kun, what brings you here?"
"It's Hitsugaya Taichou. And I have a favor to ask. Actually the whole of the Soul Society does."
"What is it?"
"Well, we have kinda a predicament. With Kurosaki's raitsu like it was before, this is a place full of raitsu, where many hollows will come looking for food. The one shinigami we have in the area won't be able to cover it all, ev
Revealing TruthsThis is a one shot continued from my story Past Meets Future, so I strongly suggest you read that before you read this if you haven't already. Don't want you guys confused.
Tatsuki walked along the riverside in Karakura Town, for once in a daze and not sure on what she was feeling after talking to Trunks.
She and Trunks had been dating for about a month and a half now and had enjoyed many times together. He wasn’t always able to be in town, but when he was they would always at least train or spar together and because of that she was a lot stronger than she had been before and couldn’t wait to show Ichigo and everyone else, but the timing just hadn’t felt right yet.
Also on the days that he was around they would also go on quiet dates. They never really went anywhere big and expensive, and that was just fine for both of them. Neither of them really was into the expensive stuff. They mostly just flew around the sky, walked along the riverbanks; sometimes a
Is This It?Bleach Fanfic: RenTats
How do You Fight a Hollow Like This?: Chapter 5
Both Tatsuki and Renji stared at Urahara in shock, and then Tatsuki bolted and ran through the doors to the outside.
"Tatsuki, wait." Renji called out to her but she was already gone.
"My my, it seems I upset her." Renji turned and glared at Urahara, who was waving his fan again. Renji promptly punched him in the head.
"You bastard!! Did you really have to go and say it like that? She's been tortured by this thing for over a week, probably thinking it's nothing at first. Then you go and say she's going to die? And not just die, but cease to exist for crying out loud. What did you think it was going to do to her? Is there any way to get rid of it without harming her?"
"I don't know, freeloader," Urahara is back in his serious mode again, "There's never been a case like this in the history of the Soul Society. Nothing can be deduced without some experiments and o
Lost MemoryBleach Fanfic: HitsuKarin
Above an empty football field a five year old black haired little girl named Kurosaki Karin sat on a grassy hill with a sidewalk and railing behind her, holding her legs against her, her face in her knees, crying her eyes out.
Until about a quarter hour ago, she had been in the field below trying to kick a football around the field. But her little legs just couldn’t handle the new activity and she constantly fell.
She had seen the bigger kids kick around the same kind of ball in a field like this and it looked like so much fun, but she couldn’t understand why she couldn’t do it like they did.
Then while she was still hid her face in her knees she hears an icy boyish voice above her, “Why are you crying?”
She gasped and looked up. Standing over her was a boy that seemed to be about her age, but the strange thing was that his hair was white, and had striking turquoise eyes.
She looked back down, still crying. “I want to
Beginnings and EndingsWhat do you picture
When you think of the end?
An end to a relationship?
The conclusion of a story?
But are those really the end?
A relationship that is dropped
Opens a new free life
The conclusion of a story
Is the birth of another
When one thing ends
A new beginning
Is part of an end
So are there really such things
As beginnings and endings?
Family ChristmasWarning: This Bleach fanfic contains a couple themes for Christianity. If you think you might be offended by the one and only reason for this Christian holiday, don't bother to read it.
"Ichigo!!! Come on, it's almost time for us to go!!" Tatsuki yelled up at Ichigo as she folded her arms that were encased in a deep red satiny shirt that matched perfectly with her black slacks.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."
She waited for a little while not hearing anything coming down the brown carpeted stairs that led to the second story, "I don't hear you coming. I thought girls were supposed to be the ones that take forever."
"Yeah, but you're not a typical girl Tatsuki," finally footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, "Which is why I married you," And then he came around the corner in grey slacks that was tucked over a deep red button up shirt with an evergreen vest over it. Contrasting to his orange hair, but not in a bad way.
Tatsuki smiled when she sa
RepentanceWhat is this shame that weighs me down?
That racks my soul and keeps me bound?
I try to forget the things I've done
To justify sins from a time long gone
But try as I might I cannot hide
Cannot ignore this pain inside
As memories harrow, I cry out in prayer
This guilt is more than I can bear
I hunger for something I cannot find
Of peace to my soul and light to my mind
Without it my joy is incomplete
And so I approach the Mercy Seat
I ask and He answers, quenching my thirst
Lifting my soul up to Him as at first
My sins are forgiven, my heart made to sing
Of Jesus, my Savior, Redeemer, and King
The Parable of the PigThe Parable of the Pig
By: Matthew Whiting
In the fields of a lovely glade, there lived six animals. Five of these animals were the most beautiful and exquisite of their species. Horse was an elegant creature with deep, hazel eyes and a chocolate brown coat. Falcon proudly boasted a majestic plumage of shimmering gold and silver feathers. Ox was a handsome and brawny creature with thick, curling horns and a voice like the deep rumbling of thunder. Panther was the feline embodiment of absolute excellence, with dark, silky fur and claws that gleamed like gemstones.
Snake was perhaps the most remarkable of all the animals. She was a born leader with a sharp wit and the charisma to match. She dazzlingly displayed vibrant scales that glowed every color imaginable: Ocean blue, Parma violet, golden orange, and candy-apple red. She was known as the wisest of all the animals. She could solve the trickiest of equations in the blink of an eye, she could recite every proverb and saying ever writte
The Light of HopeThe golden sun disapeared from the sky.
The world was left with a single question: why?
The sun had cast it's bright rays touched those in need.
With his light it helped faith grow from a seed.
The sun was taken and had done nothing wrong.
There was hope that the sun would be back before long.
On the third day he rose.
The people whispered he glows.
The day was glorious when the sun came back from the dead.
He would save man from the terror of death's bed.
The sky errupted in gold, purple, pink and was no longer blue.
The sun will again rise and save you...
That is a word many use
Many think there is no life worse than theirs
That it may be better to die now
And give up the fight for life
When we see someone like that
We need to do all that we can
To help them see the light
And give them the love of Christ
For each life is precious to God
And he does not want
Any to die before their time
So lift up people who are sad
And you just might save a life.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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