~Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo~
Many pairings, my all time favorite: Ichihime, Renruki, Grimmnel
Chp 1
No Room For Mistakes
Location: Secret Base in Washington, D.C
Time: 9:43 am
"So tell me Kisuke, are all the operatives in there current destinations?" The man in power asked.
"Yes, Mr. Aizen. They agreed and know what to do. They are the best of the best, all eight of them my students of course." Smiled the man, mischievously, hiding behind his green fan. His sentence, the man named Aizen noticed, was a threat in disguise.
"And do they know each other? Are they working together?" Questioned Aizen once more.
"A few grew up training together, but all of them have not formally met. They are in disguise, playing out other people as you know. My students are each on there own mission, though they do not know they're technically working together." Claimed Kiskue Urahara, not once breaking eye contact or dropping his forever there smirk.
"I see, well good. Tell me, do they know what to do once they achieve their… goals?" Sosuke Aizen asked calmly, coolly, as if nobody's life was at risk, as if this happened everyday.
"Yes, they are aware of the area you want them to send the supplies to once their mission is done." Replied the man in all green and white, Kisuke Urahara.
"My people will wire the money to the account you gave us Mr. Urahara." Smiled Aizen, lifting his right arm, his henchman came out of the shadows standing directly behind Kisuke. The tall man with silver hair put the gun the blondes head.
"Any last words Kisuke?"
Sosuke Aizen, a devilishly handsome, sly genius throughout the years worked hard, eventually earning the title head of the FBI. A well respected man, he believed in justice and truth. But throughout the years, the world has become corrupted and cruel. He had been through so much, seen so much. Justice no longer existed; it was all about money and power. He wanted change, but the world shut him out. He thrived to bring good back to the world, he didn't want those who broke the laws to walk on the streets. With new guidelines, to make a change he came to a conclusion. He had to play dirty.
Partnering up with his long time friends, Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin, they built a secret agency branch of the government. Funded by Aizen, Kisuke and Yoruichi ran it. With a small group of young, trained, highly dangerous assassins, Aizen and his friends took down corrupted political figures and people of there likes. They were serving the world justice and playing the game of god.
With power comes responsibility, but with too much power comes greed. Aizen, who started the branch wanting good as an outcome, slowly began to become someone else. He was beginning to transform into the people he wanted to take off the likes of earth, the enemy. He noticed all the people against him, all the people in his way, his rivals, were slowly being taken out one by one. A domino effect, the branch opened doors to options that would've never been there.
He kept gaining more and more power. His rivals went to him for protection, help. In return he received even more money, respect, and power.
His long time friends had seen this coming, but didn't know what to do. They started this, it was equally there faults.
The only way to bring Sosuke Aizen down was to kill him.
But Sosuke was not stupid, not at all. He was greedy, that was a fact. He knew people would eventually go against him and he became paranoid. He didn't trust anyone, not even his henchman. But he had no choice; he also had a plan of his own.
He would have Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi help him with one last mission. Then he would kill them off, there students, and burn all left behind information/proof there ever was a secret branch killing off 'the enemy'. The best part of it all?
They wouldn't see it coming, and in fact they did not. Kisuke walked right into his trap. Not only did he walk into his own grave, but Aizen killed two birds with one stone. He had the opportunity to kill the one person who could bring him down, said persons students are running the mother of all arons for him. He had everything planned out to the last straw. His goals?
To rule the world.
And with Kisuke Urahara's help, he initiated his plan.
Location: Moscow, Russia
Time: 8:43 pm
Over five thousand miles away from Kisuke Urahara's location, there was a very complex mission going in, for eight different individuals.
It was 47 degrees outside; the sun is beginning to set. Eight different men and woman were walking around the packed streets of Moscow, a Friday night, operating there crucial missions. There was no room for mistake.
A petite girl with violet eyes and short black hair up in a bun was walking with a tall man with black hair. She was wearing a tight black helix dress with a low cut neckline coming mid-thigh, adorned over it was a long brown fur coat. Every time she moved her legs it seemed to slightly sweep over the ground. She had a black leather hand bag and red stilettos. The man to her right was wearing a black dress suit, white button up, and black tie. His original orange hair was colored black to blend in to the crowed, combed back for the night. With his fancy black leather Oxford shoes he looked prim and proper, his trademark scowl adorning his face.
Looking down to the female next to him, she looked up at the same moment. They held there gazes before he spoke seriously, "Are you ready?"
"No mistakes." She responded. They both nodded; making a sharp right turn they passed by the corner of a building. At that same moment, a man with red hair tide in a pony tail wearing a suit walked in front of the pair. Lifting his left arm up and bringing it back down, he flashed a sign, letting his partners know he was prepared.
The three were set in position ready to carry out there mission, there destination to a large hotel.
On the other side of the street stood another group of three.
A tall, buff man, with brown hair and dark tanned skin was making his way with his partners to the same hotel. Wearing a black suit, red tie he strode down the street. He had a calm expression on his face, when in reality he was strategizing all the different possible outcomes of what could happen and/ or go wrong during this mission. He had a solution to almost every issue. No mistakes could happen. Sticking his hand in his pants pocket, his fingers grazed over the black semi-automatic pistol in his right pocket. To his side were his two partners holding hands. A women with her green hair put up in a ponytail wearing a white sleeveless peplum dress with a dark green belt around her waist. She had white five inch platform heels on and a small green hand bag with twin pistols in it. The man with blue hair holding her hand wore a grey suit, black button up, and white tie. He too had twin pistols in his pockets.
He gazed at the woman by his side, bringing his lips to her ear, "Be careful," he pulled away and went back to pulling his serious façade. "You know I never make mistakes Grimmy," she giggled and planted a kiss on his cheeks. They stared at each other for a second until they reached the doors of the hotel. Breaking eye contact, they looked away. Letting each others hands go, they began to make there way to the hotel alone but not to far away from each other. This was their mission to work on together. There was no room for failure, no room for mistakes.
Outside in the back of the hotel was a man with spectacles over his eyes. He had hacked into the hotels security and cameras; he was currently controlling the entire technological system of the hotel. He could lock off an elevator with the flick of a button. The man with black hair and blue eyes was given the job of transporting a group of agents with him back to their hideout. He didn't know who they were or what they looked like, he barely had any information on this mission. All his employer said was to keep an eye on the camera and at 10:00 pm he was to shut off all the power for thirty seconds. Then they were to leave the premises, find the hideout, and read the next part of their mission. "That damn Kisuke," cursed the man under his breath while typing a number of codes into his computer.
Standing at the top of the stair case in front of the entering doors stood a beautiful, tall, snow-skinned woman. Wearing a sleeveless sky blue colored tight long dress with a thigh high slit allowing all to see her whole left leg, her curves were highly accented, the dress hugging her body in all the right places. Her grey eyes were adorned with a hint of dark blue eyeliner and black mascara. Her normally auburn hair that seemed to mesmerize all who cast there eyes on her was died blonde for the occasion. She had to blend in and with hair that shade of light auburn, practically yelling at people to look her way. Her body already called for attention, she needed to disguise herself somehow. Grabbing the bottom of her dress not allowing it to come in her way while walking down the steps, the little action showed even more of her long toned out legs. With her silver pumps, she began to stride down the stairs with grace, authority, and confidence, after all it was what was required from her. Her normally bubbly and shy personality had to be thrown away for the rest of the night. She was only thinking of two things, her mission and the mantra playing out in her head.
'There is no room for mistake.'
Over and over again, like it was her only life source, her anchor.
This was her most important mission.
This was all of their most important missions.
There was no room for mistake, no chance for error.
As she reached the final step she let go of her dress, pulling a seductive smile upon her otherwise sweet and innocent face, she began her mission walking up to a group of men. Containing the man of the night, the man who this party was set up for, the man who her mission was sculpted around.
At that same moment two doors adjacent to each other opened, a man with blue hair walked in with a tall dark skinned man with curly brown hair towards the direction of the ball room. Behind them walked in a woman with green hair who went the opposite directions, into a dark hallway, on her way to the casino. In through the other door walked a pair, the man with orange hair and the petite female with violet eyes, hand in hand, they went up the stairs on to carry out there mission. Behind them stood the man with red hair, watching out for them, keeping his eyes out for any threats that could jeopardize their mission.
Inside the van, the man with spectacled eyes stood there, waiting to carryout his part.
Something was bound to go wrong.
Thank you so much for reading this story! I really love action pack movies and tv shows and I kind of had an idea to incorporate into this! I didn't exaclty give out 'names' yet but hopefully from the descriptions you guys can make possible guesses?