Bleach Quincy Oc Novels & Stories

I can thank David Beckham for bringing professional soccer the fanbase it has these days. I climb the stairs to the second story of her apartment building. It's an older complex but it's smaller, too. Three units on top, three on bottom. I knock on the door, noticing the landscaping is up-to-date and the building is kept up nicely. It's also in a pretty good neighborhood. It makes me feel better to know she's not living in a dump with a four-month-old. The door opens, revealing a frazzled looking Quincy, who is holding an almost naked Chance. Almost naked except for his diaper.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

"As long as I can have chemicals to clean it, then I will do that." All laughter stopped behind me. Were they as surprised as I was? The Amatucci family was powerful, moneyed, and very well respected. That their only daughter would clean the bathroom? Maybe I'd been doing this for too long, but that, more than anything else, seemed the most suspect of her actions. "No bleach," I said. She shrugged. "Fine. Soap and water, if you have hot enough water, should do fine." I nodded. "Agreed. Give me the knife."

"Yeah, quite entertaining, but it's a shame you're not home to witness it." I chuckled, "No worries, I'm accustomed to it, no regrets." "Oh." Quentin retrieved the phone and reclined in the bathtub, the soothing sound of water echoing once more. Curious, I inquired, "What's that sound? Are you brushing your teeth?" Quentin casually played with the foam on the water's surface. "No, I'm taking a bath." "..." A brief silence ensued as I contemplated how Quentin was tolerating the argument outside while immersed in her bath. How irritated she must be! "Well, keep enjoying your bath. I'll hang up!"

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

“The room is in desperate need of a broom, a mop, some rags and some water. Why don’t we all just clean it together?” “Mom…come on, we don’t have time for that.” “We do…it’s still family time if we’re together, right?” She grabbed Quinn’s hand. “Can you do something for me, sweetie?” Quinn nodded slowly. “I…I guess can.” “Splendid! I want you and Zayd to get the soap and the bleach.” “Me…Me and Zayd?” Quinn glanced at Zayd who was glaring daggers at his mother. “I swear to god, you’re the most annoying person I’ve come across, mom. Why must I get bleach and soap? I’m not cleaning this disaster.”

Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I was trying to move it," Zoe stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I thought it was hanging too close to the heater, I was holding my wine, and I reached for the dress, but I tripped over my own heels. I grabbed the cleaning supplies on the shelf to steady myself, and the bleach cap wasn't on right... it just happened so fast, Lucy. I tried to wipe it off, but it made it worse." Lucy looked at the shelf Zoe was pointing to. The bleach had been tucked away in the back of the closet behind a stack of towels. It wasn't something someone would accidentally grab to steady themselves.

I breathe. “That’s what Wren calls her.” I look up at him. “Oh, I didn’t…I wouldn’t …” Why the hell am I so nervous? My heart’s pounding, stomach twisting. “It’s fine. You’re good.” “VP’s got magic hands,” Clay whispers. From the corner of my eye, I see Ray flinch and I glare at Clay, almost decking him for that title. And then Quincy steps out. A blanket draped over her body, and dragging on the floor. Her eyes are blood shot, nose red.

“This doesn’t look too good, Quin. There are still lingering toxins in here. If it’s not drained out in time, something bad would happen!” “Thank you, Mr. Goth,” Quincy said weakly. “I need to use my mouth to clear it out,” Quentin said seriously. Quincy blushed. U-Use his mouth? How embarrassing! “I-Is there no other way?” she asked, her face flushed red. Quentin pretended to be serious. “Sorry, that was too abrupt. I’ll go get the medicine. You should take it. It’ll stop the toxin from spreading.” He walked toward the table, opened the bag to take a small bottle out, and dumped out a pill.

I narrowed my eyes as I slowly followed them. I didn't understand what was going on and I'm afraid of what I'm gonna see. I reached the next hall as I noticed they entered an empty class. I looked through it but I couldn't see anything but I could here. "I think you should go and get cleaned up, you won't want anyone seeing that" Quincy said. What does she need to clean up that nobody is allowed to see. My heart started beating. I heard footsteps approaching, so I walked in. Bella slowly moved back in surprise.