Izumi Bleach Novels & Stories

I added. Rui frowned. "Bleach for what? The bathroom?" I shook my head. "For hair."

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

"Shiatsu is a master of merchandise! He knows the ins and outs of every product in Midway! He got me some scrap material from his parent's junkyard!" "And?" "Part of the scrap Shiatsu gave me contained an enhancement converter-" "Enhancement what?! You do realize that those converters may prove fatal, right?! If you use it wrong, your enhancements will be nullified! What the hell are you brats thinking?!" "Don't be such an old man, dead eyes... it's Ishigami we're talking about. You do know about his enhancement, right?" Ishigami's enhancement is Blueprint... It allows him to create a literal blueprint of whatever he wants in his mind and visualize it on a 3-d scale.

She scooped the basket of hard bleach off Effie hands. "You don't need so many cleaning agents for one toilet." "Here," She handed them three different brands of antiseptic and bleach. "This should be enough." *** Credits to G****e on hotel staffing info.

Gerry muttered. "I need to give you a bath," Izzy took the bucket of vomit and emptied the content in the toilet. She flushed it and then she washed the bucket out with bleach and other antibacterial killers. She set the bucket at the side of the bed in case he'd need it again.

Amber couldn't complete her words when Leonard abruptly stood up from the couch. "Fine...." He walked out a little and spoke through mind link with Alex to send a maid to his room. Amber had already mentioned bringing few important elements for the cleaning procedure. Within a minute a maid arrived with those required elements. Amber motioned her towards the bed and passed her an antiseptic that would be used to clean the open wounds. The maid carefully took the cotton to dab on those cuts to clean it. Every time those pieces of cotton touched her skin, Leonard noticed a small change in Iris's facial expression. Even in her unconscious state, she was feeling pain.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”