Title:P.S. I Hate You

Summary: AU When does life begin and life end? For them it ends when he pulls the trigger. For the first time his finger slipped. Instead he gripped her arm and threw her out the door. IchiRuki

Shalan's Say:Hello… I KNOW another IchiRuki? Bet you guys are happy. Anyways… this is for the brainstorming of Somewhere… I AM SO CLOSE TO BEING FINISHED! But I am burnt out on that story… anyways… THE LAST CHAPTER OF SOMEWHERE WILL BE UP ON DECEMBER 24 AT MIDNIGHT! EXPECT IT ON CHRISTMAS! (The first to last will be posted sometime this month… XD)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach… but I do own Kazumi

Prologue: Low Rider

Quote: "… All valid ideas… Great initiative… But…" – Rusty Ryan, Ocean's 13

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Las Vegas, Nevada

"Yeah he's the best in the business… no sir… I assure you… he'll do the job with no problem…" The raven-haired man hung up the phone and sighed heavily, leaning his head down on his desk. Dealing with these phone calls all the time bothered him beyond all belief. The phone began to ring again and he groaned outwardly and ignored it. "He's not here anymore…" he grumbled, his face pressed against the shiny mahogany. He closed his eyes and the obnoxious ringing thundered in his head. "Honestly…" he grouched and answered the phone.

Santa Barbara, California

"Ye-llow…" he lifted his cell phone to his ear. "Hold on one second mmkay sweetie?" He smiled and she giggled, walking off and jumping in the pool. The tan skinned blonde swam over to join the other two girls with a grin. He lifted an eyebrow and lifted his orange juice to his lips. "How you doin'?" He lilted and stood up, adjusting his low slung trunks.

"Where in the HELL are you?" He yanked the phone away from his ear as the screech came over the line.

"What are you? My mother? Cool your jets mate…" He stepped across the tile in his beach house and set his glass down on the granite counter.

"COOL my JETS?" Every other word was emphasized as if he were forcing it out. "COOL MY JETS? WHERE ARE YOU?"

"In Cali… where else would I be?" He miffed, pouring more orange juice into his glass.

"Wha-what is that? Do I hear you pouring? ARE YOU DRINKING THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?"

"And again… are you my mother?" He sipped the fruit juice and smacked his lips teasingly. "Have you forgotten that the last time I drank was in college… or is that not important to you… what are you stitching your knickers about this time?"

"STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT!"

"Why don't you come down to Cali and relax… you're going to give yourself an ulcer soon…" He spoke into his glass only to hear an angry shout. "You're so angry you're not thinking… call me back when you've calmed down…" He hung up the cell phone. "Sorry sweet pea…" he trotted back out to the poolside. "Bugger…" his cell phone beeped and he flipped it open. The Voyager nearly slipped out of his fingers but he caught it and read his text. "In all CAPS too…" he chuckled and drank from the glass again as he read the message out of the corner of his eye, then something tilted his head. "A what?" He set his glass down. "Another assassination huh? Doesn't sound too bad… but only 14 million… surely that can be amended…" he said thoughtfully then looked over at the girls. "I'll call him back later…"

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Okay it shouldn't be hard to figure out who is who… but if you want to know… you'll have to read the next chapter… and isn't guy number two THE MOST FRUSTRATING PERSON IN THE WORLD? XDDD He's just completely like… okay… sure XD READ AND REVIEW OR I WON'T POST AGAIN!

Shalan