My first drama/mystery fanfic! Woo! Okay, just in case you haven't noticed, the title, "Dial 'T' for Toshiro", is based on Alfred Hitchcock's classic, "Dial 'M' for Murder". If you haven't seen it, you need to. The plot is a lot like M's—Ozuki Kosaji is fed up with his boss, Toshiro Hitsugaya, and decides to murder him. But instead of doing it himself, he hires the notorious "Agent G" to kill Hitsugaya. It's all perfectly planned out, but even still, what if something goes wrong? Keep in mind that the setting is in the human world, and that all of the characters are normal people. This fanfic is rated T for violence. I don't own Bleach or any of the characters, except Ozuki. I now present, Dial "T" for Toshiro!
Dial "T" for Toshiro—Ch. 1, Enough.
In the darkness, one could barely make out the silhouette of a person. They sneaked around the walls, not wanting to be seen.
It was obvious that they were up to no good. They wore all black, including a ski mask, and carried around a black case. The figure darted from one shadow to another, carefully avoiding the moonlight. Oh yes, they were definitely up to no good.
Meanwhile, the suburbs of Karakura Town were silent and dark. This provided as a slight disadvantage to the unknown person—one noise and they would be busted. And that could not happen tonight of all nights. Not when their target was so vital.
Finally, the masked man reached their destination. It was a cozy cottage, right by the river. The owner stood outside at this late hour, tending his garden. The man could be recognized as one of the most popular judges in Karakura Town.
The figure was able to climb uptop the roof quietly, thanks to the house's small stature and years of training. The old man was still tidying up his already neat garden, humming softly to himself as he did so. The person on the roof sighed internally—the judge had not seen.
The person on the roof crossed through a small stream of moonlight, and it could be seen that they were not a man, but a woman. She immediately got to work. She opened her thin black case and withdrew something long and thin—a sniper rifle. The girl then attached a scope, but removed it after some hesitation. She was close enough already, there was no need for her to use her scope.
The gun was already loaded, thankfully. If she had been forced to load it here, she might have blown her cover. Unfortunately, it was stocked with only one bullet. This was her only chance. She lay down on her stomach and held the rifle up, ready to shoot. The target was aimed at the man's head, and her finger was on the trigger. She braced herself for it, and—WAIT! Her mind screamed.
She had forgotten to attach the silencer. Thank goodness for her quick brain. She silently reached back to the case, not breaking position, and grabbed the silencer. She attached it to her rifle and braced herself again. Her gloved finger brushed over the trigger, assuming its position as well. When the target was back on the judge's head, she pulled the trigger.
It worked perfectly—not a sound made. In fact, the bullet hit his head so fast that it took quite a while for the blood to come out. Thank goodness for that—she had done some very messy assassinations.
The girl was out of his yard no more than five seconds after his body hit the ground. Mission complete.
"Toshiro, here are those papers you wanted." Ozuki Kosaji grumbled, handing his young, white-haired boss a stack of papers.
The boy with the white hair grabbed them and said irritated, "How many times do I have to say this, Kosaji? It's MR. HITSUGAYA to you."
Ozuki felt his temper rise. He hated his boss. He made one little mistake, and he got snapped at. Snapped at by a teenager. That's right, a teenager. Hitsugaya was only nineteen (much too young to be head of a department, in Ozuki's opinion), nearly twenty years younger than Ozuki, yet he had the right to snap at him.
"Oh, well I'm sorry Mr. Hitsugaya that I accidentally broke one of your petty little demands, but I assure you that it won't happen again." He sneered sarcastically. A vein pulsed in Toshiro's forehead.
"You listen to me, Kosaji, I am your—" But whatever he was was not heard by Ozuki, for just then, Histugaya's stunning secretary, Rangiku Matsumoto, approached the two men.
"Hmm, fighting are we, boys?" She said with a smirk.
"Stay out of this, Matsumoto." Toshiro growled.
Ozuki stood up for the beautiful woman, "Don't you growl at her!"
"Yes, Toshiro, I really don't appreciate you using that tone." Her grin got wider. She was enjoying this.
"Mr. Hitsugaya…." Toshiro growled again, his voice dangerously low.
Rangiku fake-pouted. "Oh, come on, is 'Toshiro' all that bad? At least I don't call you 'Little Shiro' like your girlfriend."
Ozuki laughed out loud. "Little Shiro?" This couldn't get any better.
"Watch it, Ozuki." He said dangerously. "Don't talk about Momo. And she's not my girlfriend, Matsumoto."
"Who is, then? Soi Fon?"
"She's just a friend too!" He snapped, blushing.
"I'll let you two finish this by yourselves." Ozuki said smugly. He began to walk away.
"Oh no you don't, Ozuki!" Hitsugaya grabbed him by the shoulder and wheeled him around. "I'm tempted to suspend you,"
"And why is that?"
Toshiro glared at him. "You've been giving me this sarcastic attitude for weeks. I don't like it, Kosaji."
He lost it. "Oh really? Is poor wittle Shiro upset? Maybe you should go to your little girlfriend Hinamori and she could comfort you! Oh, wait! I forgot she's IN THE HOSPITAL DYING!" He yelled. It felt surprisingly good. He knew he had touched a nerve with the last part. A few weeks previously, Hinamori had been assaulted by her own boss, Sosuke Aizen, and when Toshiro showed up to help, he and Aizen had gotten into a fight. Toshiro had hurled his pocket knife at Aizen, only to have Aizen grab Momo and put her directly in front of the knife. It hit her in the heart. Toshiro still hadn't recovered mentally, and Hinamori's chances for survival were slim.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP YOU NASTY, VILE, WICKED—" Toshiro lost it. He almost lunged at Ozuki, but Rangiku intervened.
Toshiro was breathing deeply. "You—You're fired." He said. But Ozuki was already out the door.
Ozuki got into his car and drove away from his place of work, Sieretei Insurance Coverage. He was glad that he had finally stood up to Hitsugaya, but he was angry that he was fired. And even though it was his own fault that he lost his job, he still blamed that annoying, rude Toshiro Hitsugaya.
His blood was still boiling on the way home. Man, he hated that guy. He wished he was dead!
When Ozuki got home, he slammed the car door so hard, it almost shattered the glass. He walked up to his front door and kicked it. It made his toe hurt, but his anger subsided. He kicked the door again, this time imagining that it was Toshiro. It made him feel worse this time. He kept kicking and kicking until the paint was getting chipped off.
When he got inside, his anger was mostly gone. He sat down on a sofa near a coffee table and picked up a picture of a woman and a man, holding hands and smiling—Ozuki's parents. Ozuki felt a tear slowly slide down his cheek.
You see, two years ago, Ozuki's mother and father had died in a car accident, leaving him all alone. Ever since then, Ozuki had been…not right. He was an extreme pessimist, for one. He tended to look on the bad side of life, and he occasionally had overly-intensified fits of anger over very small situations—take tonight as an example. Deep inside of him was a wound that could not be repaired. If psychologists knew what went on inside Ozuki's mind, they would dub him "mentally unstable". Crazy, in other words.
Ozuki sighed. Though his anger was gone, he was still contemplating something that he had thought on the way home. "I wish I could kill Toshiro!" he had exclaimed. Now that he contemplated it, that didn't sound like a bad idea. Toshiro definitely deserved it. The problem was, Ozuki couldn't shoot a gun if his life depended on it. Nor was he smart enough to think of another way to kill him.
As Ozuki thought about this crazy idea, he noticed the headline on a newspaper lying near him:
"Local Judge Murdered—G Strikes Again," It read. He vaguely remembered who G was…some sort of assassin who had killed several popular figures in Karakura. Everyone knew where G resided, but nobody was brave enough to walk into one of the most crime-filled alleys in Karakura Town unless they were looking to hire someone.
He sat in silence for a few moments, then another idea popped into his head, this time even crazier than the last. He would hire G to kill Toshiro.
Author's Note
I would like to point out one thing: Right now, it may seem like I'm setting Toshiro up to be a jerk, but I'm really not. This is in Ozuki's POV, and he's a little...crazy, so everything's twisted. Next time will be Toshiro's POV.
Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Next time there will be more appearances from Rangiku, Soi Fon, and even Hisagi! Updates will come about every other/every three days.
Later,
Potterwatcher