Helloooooo there ginranners! I'm so happy to be back and super duper excited to finally introduce my new ginran project :) The title is called "Mafioso's Beloved Bullet" so this fanfic will very much be agonizing as the other one I finished lol You can't really escape sorrow with Gin and Rangiku XD Probably a little bit more of mystery and action!
I chose "I Was Here" by Beyonce because I think it reflects Rangiku's thoughts about her profession and personal
Before I let you guys read away, I want to thank everyone for reviewing the last chapter of "The Menacing and the Beauteous." And I hope that this one has as much success as my first ginran fanfic~~ Again thank you all for your amazing support 3
"I Was Here" - Beyoncé
I wanna leave my print on the scenes of time
Know there was something that, and something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I'll leave no regrets,
Leave something to remember, so they won't forget
I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I've done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here
I want to say I lived each day, until I die
And know that I meant something in somebody's life
The hearts I have touched will be the proof that I leave
That I made a difference, and this world will see
I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I've done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I've done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here
I just want them to know
That I gave my all, did my best
Brought someone to happiness
Left this world a little better just because
I was here
I was here
I lived, I loved
I was here
I did, I've done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here.
(I lived), I lived
(I loved), I was here
(I did), I did
(I've done), I was here
(I lived), I lived
(I loved)
I was here
(I did), I did
(I've done)
I was here...
Dramatic police sirens invade the dark city's streets with aggressive red and blue lights alarming the innocent citizens of the danger that drove in front of them.
A nervous officer's fingers gripped onto the speaker of their two way radio, "This is Officer Jones. We have a 10-49 going east on Navy Hill, I repeat – we've got a 10-49 on Navy Hill. A possible request for back up will be further noticed if necessary."
Bang! Bang!
Officer Jones's partner aggressively shook the vehicle at the sound of intimidating gun shots fired towards the preoccupied authority. The middle aged man furrowed his thick bushy eyebrows, eyeing his uneasy partner tensely driving to the similar speed of the escaped prisoner, "These damn crooks…" He muttered while loading his gun.
"Jones! W-What are you doing?!" The rookie quickly glanced at his friend, watching him quickly roll his window down.
"It's time to put these kinds of people where they belong…" Having a tight hold on his gun, the police officer takes his arm out, directing his intense firings towards the reckless car.
"No! You'll only provoke them more!" The younger officer darted his shaky pupils at his colleague, flinching at the hysterical sound of violent bullets threatening lives.
…
The irritated escaped inmate turned his blue eyes towards the police officers, short thin eyebrows furrowing at their enemies' intentions to stop him from escaping that horrendous place they call a jail cell. He wore a hideous orange prisoner outfit with broken handcuffs strangling his wrists, "Can you drive any slower? Hurry the fuck up!" He yelled at the silent man, his foot slamming on the accelerator.
The motor shrieked tremendously at the stomp of its accelerator, as the blue spiked haired delinquent filled his pistol up with more bullets. His arm sprung out to the air, aiming for the blue uniformed officers, managing to fire the white and blue car, "I ain't letting these bastards take me away tonight." The handsome muscular man mumbled his hatred towards the police under his tongue.
The constant gunshots viciously echoed their way through the ebony streets, frightening gun powder filling the air of Brooklyn. People wouldn't dare to peek not even one eye to the violent scenario, startled at the thought of perhaps losing their lives. The battle of the car chase seemed to feel like an eternity of fear overwhelming everyone, "Jones, stop shooting can't you –"
"Shut the hell up and drive! I'm not letting them escape."
The pop of numerous consecutive bullets made both heads turn to the road, feeling their car out of control. The rookie gripped tightly onto his wheel, realizing that they shot their tires, "Fuck…" The rookie muttered under his breath, finding it ridiculous how in a matter of distracted seconds, they'd end up losing to them. Both officers saw the runaway car gradually depart from a distance, as they rigorously shake out of the road, "Watch out for that –"
25 Minutes Later…
The entire road was blocked with yellow tape, allowing only few people into the crime scene; police men and investigators examined every burnt bullet that lied on the ground. Blue and red beams flashed and alerted the neighborhood, as harmless residents stared at the brutal scenario with terrified dark pupils.
A tall jet black-blue haired man analyzed the two police officers' lifeless bodies inside the wrecked vehicle crashed against the large tree. He crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows to the spiteful image that was present before his golden brown eyes. He lightly shook his head with disappointment, telling himself that justice was to be served for these men. These men died for their city, for their people and he wasn't going to rest until their deaths were to be remembered, "Detective Amagai…"
He quickly turned his head to the direction of his called out name, spotting his superior's distressed face, "Commissioner Ukitake, I didn't think you were going to show up."
The white haired man shoved his hands in his pockets, setting his chocolate brown orbs away from the corpses, not finding the strength to keep looking at two of his men defeated by their enemies, "I wasn't but I wanted to see what exactly happened."
"Their names are Austin Jones, 43 years old, he has 2 children and married. Then there's Joshua Valencia, 25 years old, who was engaged to Esmeralda Simmons, a psychology student." They both allowed a few people of the investigation team take the bodies out of the car and secure them for their new case – these bodies were needed for further examination.
"According to NYPD's records, they were trying to capture an escaped prisoner."
"Yeah, I managed to search for their most recent report and it turns out that this so called..." Shūsuke shifted his eyes to his note pad, forgetting the criminal's name, "…Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was originally taken into custody for homicide and possession of illegal substances."
Jūshirō lightly nodded his head, remembering the arrest of that man, "Looks like his men decided to come back for Mr. Jaegerjaquez." His head tilted to the detective, "If these people wanted this man back, it's because we'll soon be expecting not a battle, Shūsuke but a war."
The dark haired man's frown deepened at his boss's words. A war was the last thing this troubled city needed, but if a war for justice were to happen, he'd gladly die for his people. He couldn't respond to the long haired man's declaration, only feeling his hand on Amagai's shoulder, "Go get some rest. They're already clearing up the streets before sunrise. I'll need you very much awake for tomorrow's research on Grimmjow – we're all going to play very important roles for this investigation."
"Yes of course, Sir."
7:12 A.M. – 1 Police Plaza (NYPD)
"Amagai-san!" The ebony-blue haired man turned around, eyeing a blonde young man approaching him, "Sir, I managed to get a hold of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's complete criminal record. I'd very much like to discuss about this more profoundly."
"Good. We'll discuss this in my office; follow me, Izuru…" Shūsuke signaled his assistant investigator to his workplace, the young lemon blonde headed man instantly followed similar footsteps as the tall brunette man, his hands gripping onto the brown folder of their fugitive's dark past. Kira's deep blue eyes looked at the detective walking behind his desk, leaning his back against the leather chair.
The young investigator sat down, pulling out a few pages out of the folder. Kira remembered the emergency call he had received last night from Commissioner Ukitake, assigning him to this unexpected case. He didn't really know too much about this so-called Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, but after analyzing his minimal research, he was afraid of ever confronting this man face to face.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door swung open, both officers looking at a snow white long haired man respectfully nodding at them, "Good morning, gentleman. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
"Good morning…" Amagai's golden brown orbs swiftly move towards a distinctively beautiful young woman who stood right beside his superior. Was she here as a witness for their case? Or perhaps she's to volunteer for an interrogation? He immediately removes those suppositions from his mind, spotting a weapon secured on her right hip, followed by a formal golden badge that almost matched her hair color.
"Of course not, Commissioner Ukitake. In fact, we were about to discuss about our suspect." His eyes still stubborn to take a good view of this new feminine face, wondering who she could possibly be, "…Sir, would you like to introduce us…" The tan skinned investigator faintly raised his eyebrow, seeing the long haired woman place a hand on her small curvy waist.
A nervous short laugh triggered the Commissioner, scratching the back of his head, "How rude of me...! My deepest apologies." His head turned towards his guest, "Amagai-san, Kira-san, this is Rangiku Matsumoto. She'll be collaborating with our case. I was able to contact the DEA and they gladly sent Matsumoto-san to support our department."
'DEA, huh? So she must be an agent. That explains her gear.' A smile graced his lips, as he stood up and stretched his hand out to the gorgeous agent, "Welcome to the team, Matsumoto-san." She returned a small smile, her large sky blue eyes meeting Shusuke's while they shook hands, "Thank you. I hope that my assistance will serve you all well."
"I'm sure you will," Izuru also stood up, welcoming the young agent into their team. He was glad that Jūshiro was able to get someone from the DEA to help them with this case; however, it frightened him at the same time. The only times that NYPD has involved the FBI or the DEA into their cases, it's when the fugitives are not your normal everyday criminals, "…But my guess is that you're not only here for courtesy support, am I right?"
Rangiku crosses her arms under her chest, finding his assumption quite direct for their first meeting, "W-Well… no. I won't lie to you. I think it's best if we spoke about this in a more comfortable room, don't you think?"
…
Conference Room – 7:47 A.M.
The room was semi darkened by the thick curtains covering the sun's lighting invading the room's environment. Everyone's attention was placed on the enlarged mugshot of a handsome cool blue haired man, with this menacing look that could easily intimidate even the toughest officer in the city.
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez: 26 years old born and raised in Colorado. He's been residing in New York for about 5 years. As we all know, he was originally taken into custody for attempt on homicide and possession of heavy pounded marijuana." The rookie detective pulled out a detailed map of the prison area, pointing at a circled spot, "This man was found escaping the south side of the prison. I was able to speak to the night guards that were in charge of last night's security."
Shūsuke and Rangiku sat there, taking in every piece of information that the sharp haired young man reported to them, "Were you able to get information from them?" The wavy haired girl scribbled the criminal's details on her notes.
"Well, they said that they saw a couple of suspicious men waiting for the fugitive somewhere around 11:00 P.M."
"Matsumoto-san, do you have any idea if he was involved with a more powerful organization?"
She crossed her long legs, her eyes lowering to the table and meeting with Amagai's orbs, "Before sending him to jail, the DEA was able to interview him. He confessed that he produced and distributed marijuana as an individual seller and we caught him in the act of almost murdering one of his 'customers' like he would label them as; so he was pressed charges for that." A deep sigh overcame the beautiful agent, slightly biting her plump bottom lip over her suspicions of their case, "…But after the interrogation, I don't know why I felt like there was something else that he was hiding."
"…Or maybe someone..." Izuru spoke out loud, his deep blue tired eyes staring at the ground with his crossed arms.
"Is that the only information that you know about?" The raven headed man stood up walking towards the small table, serving himself a cup of coffee. Hopefully that would maintain him awake for this investigation.
Her eyes followed the detective to the other side of the large room, "I wasn't in that investigation. It was another agent; he was the only one involved in the case."
He turned around, allowing the heat of the beverage warm his face, "Do you think that we can speak your co-agent? He could probably help us out very much to advance with this situation."
Rangiku lowered her eyes to her legs; her silence lingered around the room, "…I don't think he'd be able to do that. But I'll try my best to get my hands on Grimmjow's complete file."
Amgai tilted his head, observing the peculiar stiffness of her body language when asked about her partner. He brought his hot cup between his lips, brown eyes still locked onto Rangiku, "…Right… well, whenever you spot him around, let him know that I'd be very interested to speak to him."
The wavy strawberry blonde felt her breath shorten at the thought of that certain agent, with these beautiful blue eyes that sorrowfully sparkled with the layer of sadness she attempted to cover up, "Yeah, I'll ….let him know."
Rangiku's Hotel Room – 8:15 P.M.
Today felt far longer than any other day. She had received a call from DEA Headquarters, sending her early in the morning for a mission here in New York and from the looks of it, it seemed like she was going to stay here for a while.
It's a shame, really. It only took one phone call by Commander Kyōraku to shut down her plans to visit her hometown over the week; vacation had to wait.
After she had the meeting with Izuru and Shūsuke, they asked her if she could join them to question the night guards. As tired and sleepy she was because of the sudden flight and immediate change of state, it would've been rude and very unprofessional to say 'no' to the boys, especially when the DEA had sent her to accomplish the mission with success. The guards weren't much help, saying how dark it was to even identify the physical of the people whom helped the prisoner escape.
When she first arrived to her suite, Rangiku threw her worn out body on her cushioned bed, finding the fresh sanitary scent appealing to her nostrils. Oh if only she could have this peace in her life for all eternity… but no, she was here for a mission and it didn't feel like a job where they'd be tracking down a local drug dealer. This Grimmjow guy didn't seem like he worked alone; there's something about him that made Rangiku doubt that he wasn't involved in something bigger.
A deep sigh overcame the busty woman, effortlessly picking on her dinner that Izuru recommended from across the street. Don't get her wrong, the flavor was detectable, but Rangiku wasn't too hungry. She despised leaving home but this was all part of her career as an agent. One day she could be at Florida or Washington and the next day, she could even be on the other side of the world. Sure, being a federal agent seemed dangerous and thrilling for some people but when you have a job like this, you'll never know if you're going to experience life the next day. Enemies know who you are, what you do for a living, what your objectives are and Rangiku was afraid of one day dying the wrong way. She's a strong independent woman who can fight and defend herself but death was something she wasn't ready for; at least not yet.
She stood up, long legs making their way to these wide French doors that faintly reflected her appearance with the dimness of the moon. Her hand gripped onto the silver door knob, twisting it open, feeling the soft wind caressing her smooth skin. The sight of the city and the glittering stars added a breathtaking scenario to one of the most beloved places of this country. Rangiku leaned her elbows onto the beautifully antique designed balcony rail, relishing the little harmony that she could engage into this very moment.
…Right… well, whenever you spot him around, let him know that I'd be very interested to speak to him.
Her long eyebrows lowered as well as those exquisite icy blue eyes fermenting her inner emotions. That request her new partner made to her ringed in her ears, sending this faint shock cursing through her spine.
'Him…' Matsumoto scoffed at the mention of him.
Matsumoto couldn't remember the last time she had thought of him. She promised herself she'd quit thinking about that man; it did her no good. The young agent begged herself to move on and follow life's path. It wasn't normal to allow the past haunt and chain you while the future gradually slipped away from your hands. That's what Rangiku didn't want her future to become of. Her melancholy orbs lowered to the illuminated city lights, seeing all of these people having the time of their lives… while she was here, silently mourning over someone who stopped existing in her life.
He was the only person who mattered to her, the only man that she willingly rewarded him her heart and now…
She pursed her full lips, her chin softly quivering at the sudden flashbacks rushing through her head. Rangiku shook her head, "Stop it Matsumoto… just stop thinking about it." She quietly whispered to herself. Stored anger began to swell around her chest, remembering that he was the reason why she decided to expand her DEA experiences. Because of him, she thrived to become one of the best DEA agents. Gosh this nostalgic pain reminded her how cruel her past really was. A few glistening tears streamed down her face, quickly wiping away the evidence of her sentiments.
Those memories only caused her more heartache and only wished that it would be the first and last time Amagai or anyone mentioned him.
…
Everything was happening so quickly; her eyes couldn't catch where those terrifying gun shots were coming from. All she knew was that her comrades needed to leave this place as soon as possible.
Rapid footsteps were heard from behind. She was running, running for her life. Rangiku quickened her pace at the sound of pistols aiming at her and her squad. Her heart was beating faster as fear drugged her emotions.
Her head unconsciously began to shake side to side, tightening her closed eyelids. Sweat began to drain down from her scalp, her frown immediately growing larger on the sleeping Rangiku. A silent whimper slurred out of her plump lips, her eyebrows furrowing at the disturbing scenario blurring in her eyes.
Large constant puffs of disturbing air escaped her full lips. All she could do was run and pray to make it out alive. Time was running out…one single shot made the light red head stop running. Her head turned; sensing the horror glistening on her sky blue orbs.
"NO!" Desperate agonizing screams overcame the apricot haired beauty at a scene she was petrified of ever being part of.
2:28 A.M. – Long Island
Grimmjow's irritated eyes observed the vintage-looking mansion as he tucked his thumbs in his pockets. He was finally here.
He was glad about never wearing those ugly orange rags they dare to call clothes. It wasn't the first time he's been behind bars, but that never stopped him from escaping each time. Grimmjow had connections with people, important people that would do him the favor to help him escape; however, those kinds of people always asked for something in return or as they like to say, 'pay the debt'.
His hard knuckles knocked on the large double doors, not taking long for someone to open up, "Well now would you look at the rat that found his way out of the sewer?"
'Not this little shit again…' The bright blue haired man clenched his teeth at the first person he saw. This was the bastard that had taken his role after he was captured 3 years ago, but Grimmjow was going to make that change once he got his hands on him. There was no way he was allowing this faggot keep his Espada position.
"Shut the fuck up, Luppi." He lowly growled at the fair skinned young man.
His large violet eyes glanced up at the spiked haired man, giving him a mocking smirk. He loved irritating the muscular fugitive; it only made Luppi's night much more interesting, "You know just because they helped you out doesn't mean that you'll get your position back. I mean, who would've thought that the Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez would lose to some stupid DEA agents?"
Grimmjow's fingers were itching to strangle the little fucker from talking foolishness. His strong jaw tensed at the stupid grin that seemed to stretch from cheek to cheek, "I said shut the fuck up!"
The shorter slimmer Arrancar laughed at how pathetic he thought Grimmjow was, "Ah ah ah…" He shook his index finger side to side, ticking his tongue at the short temper that Grimmjow could never control, "…Now Mr. Jaegerjaquez calm yourself. Don't dare lose your temper in a place like this."
His cold fingers gripped onto Luppi's collared shirt, already with a fist ready to aim for the raven haired man, "I've had enough of you!"
"Grimmjow…" A low voice made both heads lift at the sight of a bronze skinned man with long ebony-purple dread locks surpassing his shoulders, "He's waiting for you."
His furious blue eyes glanced at one of his superiors, reminding himself how much he loathed that man too. Why the hell does he have to take orders from this son of a bitch? Almost everyone in this fucking house was non-essential and mindless dumbasses, "Fine…" His fist tightened, bringing Luppi closer to him, "…Once I'm finished with this one…"
"Grimmjow…!" Kaname called out his name once more but with authority as his superior, "I am not going to repeat your order, unless you'd like to deal with the consequences."
Anger and annoyance boiled through Grimmjow's blood, having to deal with this man. A deep sigh blew out of his flared nostrils with that tensed jaw that signaled his inner frustrations. After long seconds of his grip onto the Arrancar's collar and his fist still in place, he forcefully agreed to Tōsen's stupid request, "…Fine." He spoke through his teeth. That still didn't mean he wasn't going to eliminate that worthless scum.
Grimmjow followed Kaname's footsteps, his head turning from left to right, as he skimmed at the decorations there were on the walls. The path was short, boring but short. The dark skinned man opened the wide door, gesturing the runaway criminal to enter.
The room had low lighting, it almost felt dark yet he could see how large this office was. His deep blue eyes spotted his boss sitting on a chair with his thumb under chin and curled index finger underneath his bottom lip. A faint smile graced this man's lips, with these brown eyes that carried mystery and danger at the same time, "I'm glad you managed to reunite with us..." A deep manly tone of voice echoed the room, "…Welcome back, Sexta."
Soooo? What did you guys think of the first chapter? Good? Bad? Okay?
I know I left out a lot of questions and mystery but that's the point of the story. There will be answers later in the story. And yes, I know - Gin didn't show up but I promise that our favorite grinning man will appear! :)
Another thing I wanted to mention. Yeah, the setting is in New York again ha ha What can I say? New York is the perfect setting for anything LOL I was originally going to place this in Miami or Los Angeles but New York seemed to fit in as always XD
Please leave your amazing reviews and let me know what you think :D Thank you for reading, you guys are awesome like always ^_^
Much love,
~Sephire