Izumi Bleach Novels & Stories

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

I smeared the purple residue across a chemically treated glass slide. Within two seconds, the color violently shifted from a deep violet to a sickly, corrosive, bubbling black. My jaw locked so hard the muscles in my neck screamed. "Deep cavern mushrooms. Amanita Tenebris cut with highly distilled aconite." "Can you neutralize it, Luna?" Silas barked urgently from the window, never taking his eyes off his thermal scope. "We don't have the time or the gear for a full laboratory synthesis!" "I don't need a lab," I snapped.

He winked at me and I blushed, hurriedly averting my gaze. "Let Jamie have the yellow plate and party hat," I heard Higan say and looked at him again. There were five plates and party hats that were pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. "I don't mind any," I said, interrupting their banter. "Bullshit," he said, walking to me with the yellow party hat in hand. "It's your favourite colour." My eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?" "Well, your phone case is yellow. There's this yellow sweater that you seem to cherish so much and well, you're blonde."

“What is that thing?” “Medicine.” Was all the woman said as she poured the content into another leaf, bigger than the first. With her bare hands, she crushed the bigger leaf and the powdered content into another container and added water to make a paste. “Aloe vera and the gill of a fish” She added as she walked towards Ejima, “Would kill the bacteria, just in case the wound has been infected.” “I feel fine,” Ejima grunted, disgusted by the foul smell. The woman laughed.

I replied, in the corners of my eyes, I saw Klay rolling his eyes, annoyed. Suddenly a loud scream came from the office, I smirked and stared at the office. It happened when the Italian teach threw me out because she couldn't stand a student talking much better in Italian than her. Since she annoyed me by sending it off to the principal and they had to call my parents, I have to give some of my medicine. It was lunchtime, I snuck into her office and poured some bleach on her hat which she wore every time. "That is so fun, I'm glad you took care of her." Zach said behind Klay.

=== Item: Pixie Prank Parasol Spores Description: Gives temporary gills to breathe underwater and suffocate without water. === The last moment of his struggle remained vague in Zen’s memory. When did he kill a blue mushroom monster? Either way, he finally knew what that monster was called. The name was a little ridiculous, but it was befitting. Of all the spores he collected, the blue spores had to be his favourite because of the effect. Having temporary gills would be amazing for exploring the lake, and Zen wanted to stock up on blue spores. It could come in handy for other dungeon stages that may require diving.

When the water inundated the two of us, Blaze turned off the water in the bath tub. Now that we were soaking in warm water, I could feel Blaze's tense anatomy touching my back. Blaze picks up a pink and purple bath bomb, he throwed it in the warm water in the bath tub where we were soaking, making it... give off a lot of foam and the scent of lavender blossoms.

A cloud of fumes filled her lungs, choking her. She used the sleeve of her blouse as a mask, attempting to filtrate the air. Her eyes burned as she looked over the room. There was an open container of bleach laying on its side, now clearly emptied. The contents had been launched sporadically in every direction. Some of her clothes were speckled with orange and yellow spots where the liquid had bled into the fabric, and in other areas, she could still see where pools had formed on the carpet underneath the clothes from where the chemical had been poured directly onto them. They were all discolored and ruined. Jade backed out of the room and closed the door, gasping for a breath of air.

"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."

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.