Embrace Me Darkly

Embrace Me Darkly

Flora Winter

I do not own Bleach and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: The Queen of Darkness is bored and decides to grow some balls. This story will contain boy love, violence, strong language, and OC. This will take place in the Bleach universe, but with different characters thrown in here and there for more fun.

Prologue

Feeling darkness seethed and it raged like a nest of snakelike tendrils within its fathomless abyss of nothing. It was hot and it was cold. There was war and there was peace. Love was also there and Hate was holding his hand. It was nothing but a never ending chaos and it was bored.

Destruction yawned and opened her violent eyes to the worlds that were within her awesome reach. The spinning darkness was her hair and all the might of chaos was in her right hand. She smiled with lips that were carved from nothing and everything. She was nothing and everything.

“Hmm,” she said, gathering all her little critters around herself. “What fun game shall we play today, my little darlings?”

Demons howled and titanic dragons snapped their powerful jaws. Giant serpents beyond measure and colors slithered all around her divine and damned limbs.

“What was that?” She snickered like the eternal roaring of Hellfire. “Well, if that’s what you desire, then so shall it be, my little pretties.”

The darkness lashed out like a destructive whip, heading right towards…

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Rai’s lime green eyes snapped wide open with an emerald gleam as he sat straight up in his bed. The sheets were twisted all around his slender body. It was like he had been trying to either wrap himself up in a cocoon, or fight with a nest of snakes in his sleep. He looked over at his ticking clock and his jaw dropped. Well, actually, it unhinged from his face, committing suicide. He had forgotten to set his alarm clock again! He was so late!

The door to his bedroom slammed open by a violent force like in a horror movie and a dark shadow loomed in the blinding light of morning. He hissed like a pissed off putty-tat and hid his eyes in his hands. Where the hell were his sunglasses? He always put them on before even daring to open his blinds.

“Why are you not dressed yet?” The frantic voice of his newly divorced mother howled in agitation. “Can’t you see mommy is late for work?”

“Me?” He snapped in anger, rolling out of bed as gracefully as he could manage in his rather tight predicament. “You’re still in your nightgown!”

“What was that?” His mom yelled in frustration, racing off in a wild panic. “Don’t you dare speak to your mommy with all that logic and smartness! I won’t hear of that in my house so early in the morning!”

Twenty minutes later he was running like he had been from the police that one time. Well, it hadn’t really been his fault. He hadn’t caused the explosion at his old school, but he had been in the exact place where the explosion had originated from. So, they all just assumed his little skinny ass had caused it. There hadn’t even been any explosives found either, so they had to let him go. That had been the wick that sat the dynamite off in daddy’s ass.

He heard a loud voice let out a startled cry and his ass suddenly said a not so cheerful “Howdy do” to the pavement. He fell over onto his back with the wind knocked from his lungs.

“Son of a bitch!” An angry voice growled like a bulldog. “Hey! Are you all right? Watch where you’re going from now on!”

He looked to see a pair of large feet race by him and he looked to see spiky orange hair vanish around a corner. What the fuck? That stupid prick!

“You jerk!” He managed to yell while wheezing for air as he rolled over. “The least you could have done was help me up!”

He got to his knees and instantly hated Japan. The old people were nice, but the young ones were douche-bags. Why were they all such ass holes?

“Why the hell did she bring me here?’ He hissed, getting to his feet, picking up his backpack. He should have just stayed in bed. Just because he was half white didn’t mean he was less of a person.

He began walking. He didn’t care if he was late or not. They could just kiss his ivory white ass for all he cared.

Well, at least he wasn’t hurt. That asshole had been so rude. He had just run right into him and then ran off like he had done nothing wrong.

“If only I had gotten a look at his face,” he sneered, seeing the school gates. “I would have knocked it off his neck.”

“Wow,” a voice whispered from directly to his left. “Would you get a look at him?”

“Yeah,” another voice said and he still didn’t turn to look. “Is he Japanese or white?”

He just kept walking. He was so tired of people doing that. Why were they all so quick to judge him just because he looked differently? It had been the same way in America. Kids and teenagers were so cruel.

“Are his eyes green?” Another voice asked. “And look at his hair.”

“It’s as red as an apple,” a guy snickered this time.

“Hi,” a girl’s voice said, and he felt a hand touching him on the shoulder. He turned to see that he was looking at a very cute girl with very large breasts. “My name is Orihime…and you’re new here.”

“Um, yes,” he said, taking a startled step back from her. She was looking right up at him with the biggest smile he had ever seen on anyone’s face before.

“What’s your name?” She asked, leaning her head ever so close, smile getting even bigger.

“Rai…”

She opened her eyes then and looked over his shoulder. “HEY, ICHIGO!”

He slowly turned around when he heard a familiar voice growl out a greeting of annoyance. It was him.

“You!” He snarled, pointing at the guy. “You were the one who knocked me down this morning and ran the hell away!”

The orange headed guy just looked right at him. “Oops…”

Rai’s left eye twitched. “Oops?”

“Good morning, Ichigo,” a deep voice said from behind him.

Rai turned around to see a large guy rippling with muscles towering over him like a giant. His heart started beating really fast in his chest. This guy was fucking impressive. Wow, what a ruggedly handsome face. He sure would like to climb this guy. That’s for damn sure.

“Hi, Chad,” Ichigo said, walking by them. This caused Rai’s left eye to twitch. Did this jerk just walk right by him? Oh, he was going to pull his orange hair out by its black roots.

“I’ve not seen you here before,” Chad said, looking down at him with sweet and charming eyes. “Are you new?”

Rai looked up at him and then really looked at him. He was Japanese, but he was also of another descent as well. He just didn’t know what, and it would be rude to ask. “Yes,” he said nodding his head. “I just moved here a few weeks ago with my mom from America.”

Chad smiled warmly and Rai felt like he was going to faint. The gentle giant was so damn sweet. Why couldn’t guys who looked like this back in America be this nice? They had been such assholes.

“Hey,” Orihime snapped. “Did you two forget all about me? I am your tour guide after all, Aoichi.”

“Oh,” Chad said, scratching the back of his head with a large hand. It made Rai want to know what it felt like. He loved a guy with large hands. “Is Orihime showing you around?”

He nodded. “Yes,” he said, turning back around to smile warmly at her. She was being very nice, even if she was a little wacky. “How about you show me where my first class is?”

That caused her to burst into a squeal. She grabbed him by the arm, and began dragging him after her. “Look out, boys!” She yelled, pulling him along. “I’ve got a gorgeous boy on my arm and I’m not afraid to compare him to your ugly butts!”

He turned back around to see Chad waving goodbye, and he did the same. He really wanted to get to know that sweet guy. “Hey,” he said, ignoring all the funny looks on people’s faces. This girl really was out of her mind. “Who was that guy back there?”

Oh, that was Chad,” she said, taking his list of classes from him, looking them all over. His real name is Yasutora Sado.”

“Oh?” Rai asked. “Is he Japanese?”

She nodded, handing him back his list. “Yes, he is. But he is also half Mexican.”

“Ah,” Rai said. Wow, he bet that must be rough. “Did he grow up in America?”

“I’m not really sure,” she said. “He doesn’t talk all that much about himself. We don’t really hang out a lot. But, Ichigo knows him really well.”

That made him growl. He never wanted to see that jerk again. He was so damn rude. But, he did want to get to know Chad. The guy was a God among these people who didn’t have time to let the trees grow tall. He wondered if Chad experienced the same racial hate as he did. But, at least he looked white. His mom is Japanese and his dad was Irish. He got his green eyes, red hair, and moth white skin from his dad, but his looks from his mom. She was fucking beautiful. That was why people were always giving him second, third, fourth, and even fifth glances. He was such an odd one.

“Oh, dear,” Orihime said, looking around. He did the same. They were in the middle of the empty and silent courtyard. A breeze blew a leaf by their heads. “I seem to have gotten so caught up in the excitement of having such a pretty boy on my arm that I have forgotten where I was going.”

Rai dropped his head. “Well, at least I have a friend.”

“That’s right!” She said, squeezing him. “And an awesome friend I shall be.”

“HEY!” A loud voice roared, blowing a really loud whistle. “WHAT DO YOU TWO STUDENTS THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“Oh, crap,” Orihime sighed, quickly dragging Rai off in another direction as quickly as they could run.

“GET BACK HERE YOU TWO!” The loud voice shrieked, reminding Rai of a banshee his daddy had told him so much about. The woman did sound an awful lot like his grandmother. That woman had been a nasty and cruel bitch. “I SHALL TEACH YOU TO SKIP CLASS!”

Rai had to giggle. At least his first day wasn’t boring. That was for damn sure.

“OH, ICHIGO!” Orihime shouted. “SAVE US!”

“GODDAMN IT!” The orange haired guy yelled, pointing wildly at them. “Don’t bring that crazy woman over here!”

All three of them took off running into the stairwell and up a flight of stairs. Rai could still hear the sound of that whistle echoing in his ears. But, at least they had escaped the Grounds Banshee.

Ichigo quickly began to walk around Rai and the smaller teen stuck his foot out. The orange haired jerk fell flat on his face.

“YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!” He roared, rolling over, looking up at him.

“Did I now?” Rai asked, putting a finger to his bottom lip. “Oops.”

“I’LL KILL YOU!” Ichigo shouted, jumping to his feet like a large cat.

A whistle suddenly blew down the hall. “GET TO CLASS!”

All three took off running again. “Don’t worry, Rai,” Orihime said. “I’ll get you to class, even if it takes me a hundred years to remember where I’m going.”

He was filled with such confidence.

“ASSHOLE!” Ichigo yelled at him.

Rai snarled. “DOUCHE-BAG!”

“What did you call me?” Ichigo growled like a ton of falling rocks.

“You heard me!” Rai snapped like explosive lightning.

“OH, IT’S ON, WHITE BOY!”

That was all it took. The two of them jumped each other like a feral kitten and a rabid bunny rabbit on crack.

“I’m going to hit you so hard,” Rai thundered, slugging him in the side of the head. “It’ll make your ugly ancestors fall out of heaven!”

“And I’m going to hit you so hard,” Ichigo roared, punching him in the jaw. “It’ll knock you right back across the ocean where you came from!”

A whistle blew and Orihime was jumping from foot to foot, screaming for them to stop. Doors to every classroom on the floor slowly slid open with heads peeking out in a very frightened manner.

To be continued…

Please read and review this story. I would really like to know what you readers think.

Flora.