Bleach ficlet - Rescue Mission
Type: Fanfiction
Series: Bleach
Title: Rescue Mission
Author: Ore
Genre: Gen, Ichigo, Tatsuki, and Chad kicking some ass.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kubo Tite. I am not him.
Notes: Written for chirachira. Don't ask how many times this took. The three were a pain for some odd reason.
Chad took out two of the high school boys with a single punch as he ran with ground-eating strides and a blank face. The boys froze for the bare part of a second before they started to scatter, taking more to the flee aspect of flee-or-fight. With panic set in, only one or two of them noticed Chad’s dive off the bridge and into the murky waters below.
And then Ichigo and Tatsuki arrived.
Tatsuki nailed one in the back with her knee and then leapt up to chase after three more. “Get back here, you cowards!”
Ichigo leaped and caught another one on the chest with a kick. He lunged forward and caught his next one on the wait. They both hit the pavement hard and rolled and pummeled at each other -- hungry, meaty thwacks -- until Ichigo cursed and grabbed the boy’s shirt, stuffing his opponent’s head underneath the rails and over the edge of the bridge.
He knee dug into the boy’s back and he wrapped a hand in his hair. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”
“I - I -” and for the gang the boy was in, he was crying easily, “ - they’re just c-”
A shout and Tatsuki’s guy was hanging onto the bridge by his fingers. She leaned against the railing and scuffed her feet at his hands, giving Ichigo a look and he nodded all while the guy was whimpering. “I can’t swim.”
“The hell,” Tatsuki said and Ichigo knew she thought about kicking him off then and there. He might have. “Stay there and rot,” she decided, pulling a shoe string from one of her shoes and tying his wrist to the railing with it, “and think about how you’ll be a good boy from now on.”
Ichigo jerked his boy’s head to the side to look into a glazed, wild eye. “You heard her. Bastards.”
Hearing a jumbled shout from below, Ichigo and Tatsuki released their victims and darted down the embankment. A soaking, writhing bag sat on the bank and a sopping Chad was pulling himself up to it, coughing here and there. Ichigo grabbed his hand and hauled his friend in the rest of the way with Tatsuki already working at opening the bag.
“You okay?” because goddamn that was high and he hadn’t actually thought that Chad would leap off the bridge.
“. . . Fine.” They watched as Tatsuki pulled the first kitten from the bag and the terrified orange tabby wailed and scratched and she held onto the scruff of it’s neck for dear life.
“Ow, damn it. Think they’re all okay.” Tatsuki scowled. “But we should have really kicked their ass.”
Ichigo and Chad peered into the bag together. Four of them, as damp as the first, and huddled together with shivering bodies. It might be a sixth sense of Chad’s, Ichigo decided. Finding cute things in danger because this is so not the first time it had occurred.
“Okay, come on.” His pants were ruined and blood was running down his leg. “My old man can check them out.”
“Him?” Tatsuki asked with a grimace.
Ichigo shrugged.
Chad picked up the sack carefully and left them with no option, already heading in the direction of Kurosaki Clinic.
Following after him, Tatsuki flexed her scraped hand. “He do this often?”
“He likes cute things.”
“Huh.”
Series: Bleach
Title: Rescue Mission
Author: Ore
Genre: Gen, Ichigo, Tatsuki, and Chad kicking some ass.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kubo Tite. I am not him.
Notes: Written for chirachira. Don't ask how many times this took. The three were a pain for some odd reason.
Chad took out two of the high school boys with a single punch as he ran with ground-eating strides and a blank face. The boys froze for the bare part of a second before they started to scatter, taking more to the flee aspect of flee-or-fight. With panic set in, only one or two of them noticed Chad’s dive off the bridge and into the murky waters below.
And then Ichigo and Tatsuki arrived.
Tatsuki nailed one in the back with her knee and then leapt up to chase after three more. “Get back here, you cowards!”
Ichigo leaped and caught another one on the chest with a kick. He lunged forward and caught his next one on the wait. They both hit the pavement hard and rolled and pummeled at each other -- hungry, meaty thwacks -- until Ichigo cursed and grabbed the boy’s shirt, stuffing his opponent’s head underneath the rails and over the edge of the bridge.
He knee dug into the boy’s back and he wrapped a hand in his hair. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”
“I - I -” and for the gang the boy was in, he was crying easily, “ - they’re just c-”
A shout and Tatsuki’s guy was hanging onto the bridge by his fingers. She leaned against the railing and scuffed her feet at his hands, giving Ichigo a look and he nodded all while the guy was whimpering. “I can’t swim.”
“The hell,” Tatsuki said and Ichigo knew she thought about kicking him off then and there. He might have. “Stay there and rot,” she decided, pulling a shoe string from one of her shoes and tying his wrist to the railing with it, “and think about how you’ll be a good boy from now on.”
Ichigo jerked his boy’s head to the side to look into a glazed, wild eye. “You heard her. Bastards.”
Hearing a jumbled shout from below, Ichigo and Tatsuki released their victims and darted down the embankment. A soaking, writhing bag sat on the bank and a sopping Chad was pulling himself up to it, coughing here and there. Ichigo grabbed his hand and hauled his friend in the rest of the way with Tatsuki already working at opening the bag.
“You okay?” because goddamn that was high and he hadn’t actually thought that Chad would leap off the bridge.
“. . . Fine.” They watched as Tatsuki pulled the first kitten from the bag and the terrified orange tabby wailed and scratched and she held onto the scruff of it’s neck for dear life.
“Ow, damn it. Think they’re all okay.” Tatsuki scowled. “But we should have really kicked their ass.”
Ichigo and Chad peered into the bag together. Four of them, as damp as the first, and huddled together with shivering bodies. It might be a sixth sense of Chad’s, Ichigo decided. Finding cute things in danger because this is so not the first time it had occurred.
“Okay, come on.” His pants were ruined and blood was running down his leg. “My old man can check them out.”
“Him?” Tatsuki asked with a grimace.
Ichigo shrugged.
Chad picked up the sack carefully and left them with no option, already heading in the direction of Kurosaki Clinic.
Following after him, Tatsuki flexed her scraped hand. “He do this often?”
“He likes cute things.”
“Huh.”