Izumi Bleach Novels & Stories

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

Elizabeth Autumn paced the concrete floors, bleach in hand to tackle the great stainless steel sink that had wanted to be cleaned for quite some time. Back and forth she propelled her hand with the hot mixture of water and bleach, getting rid of blood and other various bodily functions that she had to deal with day after day. Lizzie, as her friends called her, was proud of her laboratory, its white washed walls, had all the high tech equipment stuck to it. She had only been in the job for a few years and already she had received such a lovely place to work in, much to the distaste of her more experienced colleagues.