Heya guys. So this is my first fanfic, and I just wanna say that even though I rated it Mature, I would consider it Teen. I did it cuz there will be coarse language and violence seen throughout the story (don't know about sexual scenes yet X3). Anywho, I'm not the type to say that I really want reviews (which equal luv) but they are always appreciated. I might at one point hold a poll (if people really get into the story) to see what might happen to some charries at the end, but who knows. We'll just hafta wait and see, so enjoy! (P.S. sorry if anybody is insulted by the constant bad language, but you have been warned~ :3 oh, and I hope you guys enjoy the Japanese I stuck in 8B)
It was something that hadn't been discussed, and it had become a major problem. The requirements of the contract were now violated, meaning that the job had become a liability. Both men looked at each other from across the room, each with a gun. The one with the sunglasses spoke first. "The hell were you thinking?"
"I told you, I was doing the job, nothing more." The man with the strange orange hair was now speaking, his face displaying annoyance.
"Like hell you were. You fucked the whole thing up." Taking off his sunglasses, the red-head stuffed them in an inside jacket pocket. He looked almost as if he was snarling. "You get hired, and then you pull this? Top quality killer my ass." He then spat in disgust, obviously pissed with the situation.
"He failed to mention that there would be a-"
"So what if he didn't tell ya? Kill the mark, kill the witnesses. That's what you're supposta do. You know better than anyone that if you go soft, you're gonna get killed."
"I don't kill people that don't need to be killed." The orange-haired man was becoming impatient, his index finger beginning to tap the gun in his right hand. "You should know that by now, Renji."
"You goddamn son of a bitch. You're talking about knowing each other when you're getting fucking paid to kill some rich shit? The cops could be down on us in seconds, and here you are bitching." Abarai Renji was higher up in the organization, and although he and Kurosaki Ichigo were considered friends, the hostility between them at the moment was getting bad.
"The fuck did you want me to do Renji, huh? Kill that girl in cold blood?"
"Yeah. It's your job, so you fucking doing it."
"You bastard. We may be hitmen, but we still have morals. Unless doing this job for so long has got you not knowing right from wrong anymore."
"Dear God, this bullshit again? What are you, the next Sigmund Freud?"
"I'm surprised you even know who that is." Renji glared at Ichigo, frustrated that the orange-haired man always had the guts to fight back and forth with him.
"Ichigo, you need to finish the job. Cuz of the kid, you didn't even kill the mark. We're in deep shit here, so get it done." Ichigo stuck his gun partly under his belt before shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at one of the dirty cement walls surrounding them.
"…they saw your face didn't they? Fuck. This is what happens when you fuck up! Dammit it all Ichigo." Renji growled before turning his body to his right and kicking one of the walls. Ichigo sighed quietly before looking up at Renji.
"…I'll get it done." Renji turned his head to look back at Ichigo, his eyes squinted.
"You know the organization will get rid of you if they have to." The best way the organization was guaranteed 100% immunity, was that everything linking a hitman back to them could be destroyed, including the hitman himself.
"I know…can you give me an hour?" Renji sighed before rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, but any longer than that and I'll hafta report you as a failure." Ichigo nodded, to which Renji gave a small scoff. Turning on his heels, Renji left the poorly lit room, leaving Ichigo with only an hour left to get the job done. The orange-head just had to do it, there was no way he couldn't. He didn't want to be terminated, yet he didn't want to kill an innocent girl. Pulling out and cocking his semi-automatic handgun, Ichigo had a new determined look in his eyes. Renji was right. When shit happens, you gotta deal and keep moving forward. Ichigo had stopped believing in God a long time ago.
Kuchiki Rukia was sitting in the hallway outside her older brother's office. She was deep in thought, the steam rising from her cup of tea not even fazing her as it drifted towards the mansion's ceiling. It happened so fast that she wasn't even entirely sure what had happened. Two hours earlier, her brother, Kuchiki Byakuya, was sitting in his office working when she knocked on the door. "Enter."
Rukia slowly opened the door and stuck her head into the office, giving Byakuya a small smile. "You wanted to see me, Ni-sama?"
"Rukia…we need to talk about what you're planning to do after you graduate." Rukia frowned as she entered the room and closed the door behind her.
"With all due respect, Ni-sama, you know that once I get my LLB ((Bachelor of Laws)) I'm going to graduate school in America." Byakuya folded his hands on his desk as he watched his younger sister, her eyes unwavering.
"You have other responsibilities here, Rukia, and you must see to them first."
"Ni-sama! Onegai, I want to-" Rukia stepped forward, trying to reason with Byakuya.
"Rukia, before you were accepted into the university we discussed that you would be graduating in four years time with an MBA ((Master of Business Administration)), however, you explicitly went against my wishes and declared your major in law at the end of your second year." Rukia flinched at his harsh tone and comment. It was true, Kuchiki Rukia was supposed to take over the Kuchiki Corporation, but that wasn't where her passion lay. She wanted to become a lawyer.
"I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, Ni-sama, but I-"
"Rukia," Byakuya's voice was a bit louder than before, causing Rukia's eyes to grow wide. Byakuya was never one to raise his voice. Rising from his chair, the older man walked around his desk towards Rukia. His kimono fluttered as if a wind was passing through the room. It was but his graceful movements, which captivated many eyes including Rukia's. "It's not that you hurt my feelings, but that you refused to comply to my request."
Rukia thought she saw pain in Byakuya's eyes, and in turn, it pained her, but she quickly remembered her goal. "Ni-sama, I beg of you, please let me become a lawyer. Let me reach my dream."
Byakuya sighed quietly as he turned around and went back to his seat. Sitting down with his eyes closed, his grayish eyes then opened to see Rukia's body go rigid. "We will discuss this later." Byakuya proceeded to pick up a pen and focused on some papers in front of him. Rukia's mouth hung open for a few seconds before she closed it and walked briskly out of her brother's office. She was too mad to excuse herself properly from his presence.
Closing the door somewhat loudly behind her, Rukia rested her back on the office door, her eyes looking at the floor. Just like that? She was going to give up, just like that? It was wrong of her to say anymore, but she had to. She just couldn't give up her dream. Breathing in deeply, Rukia turned around and opened the door suddenly.
"Ni-sama I-" She was stopped mid-sentence when the shot was fired. Byakuya clutched his chest as he collapsed onto his desk. "Ni-sama!" Rukia ran to his side and looked at the wound. Weakly, Byakuya tried to reassure her that he would be fine, but he was losing quite a lot of blood. A servant rushed into the room after hearing the noise and ran over to the two Kuchikis.
"Get an ambulance here right away and call the police." After the servant nodded and hurried to the phone outside the office, Rukia's face became more worried as she tried to stop the blood flowing out of Byakuya's chest. She didn't want to be left alone.
Approximately two hours ago, Kurosaki Ichigo was outside in the courtyard of the Kuchiki Mansion. He easily got past security and sat hidden behind a large bush, over fifteen feet away from the window of Kuchiki Byakuya's office. Setting up his sniper rifle, Ichigo looked through the scope at his mark. No matter what 'good' things he had done in his life, this man was bad, and so he was the man Ichigo was sent to kill.
Kurosaki Ichigo is a contract killer, and one of the best. His alias is Zangetsu, which translates out to "slaying moon." He is a weapons expert as well as an expert in hand-to-hand combat. He has never failed in killing his mark, and has never been a suspect in any of his killings.
Waiting for the moment to kill Kuchiki Byakuya, Ichigo reviewed in his head the bit of information he had on the man. He was the head of the famous Kuchiki Corp, and was target for elimination because of his ties to underground crime. Without a doubt he was a great businessman. Ready to take out his mark, Ichigo was interrupted by a knock on Byakuya's office door. Cursing under his breath, Ichigo lowered the rifle.
Earlier he had set up a microphone underneath the window, during the day when nobody was around. Adjusting his earpiece, Ichigo listened to their conversation. Damn girl just had to get in the way. Ichigo wasn't the type of guy to go around killing everybody, especially if he didn't need to. His target was Byakuya, nobody else; although it would have been nice if the man who hired Ichigo mentioned this girl Rukia. Once she left the room, Ichigo knew that it was his chance. Byakuya was so absorbed with his work that he wouldn't notice a thing.
Looking through his scope, his rifle focused on Byakuya, Ichigo had his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. Aimed at Byakuya's neck, Ichigo was about to pull the trigger when Rukia burst back into the room. Her voice suddenly in his ear, Ichigo flinched and shot the rifle, the bullet hitting Byakuya square in the chest instead of his neck. Ichigo cursed loudly as he took apart the rifle and put it back in its case. Checking to make sure he was in the clear, Ichigo darted out from behind the bush towards his exit. Dodging in and out of shrubbery, Ichigo could have sworn that a pair of eyes saw him disappear into the night.
"Oi, Kuchiki, daijoubu ka?" Rukia looked up and met the eyes of her brother's assistant and friend, Shiba Kaien. Rukia's frown disappeared into a relieved smile as Kaien beamed down at her as usual. Putting her cold tea on the bench beside her, Rukia stood up. She was very glad to see Kaien, and knew exactly what she needed to do. "Kaien, we need to get to the hospital, onegai, Ni-sama is-"
"Ah, shitteru yo, Kuchiki. Ikuze sa." Rukia again sighed in relief, still smiling at Kaien. Even if he was just around, Rukia felt happier. It was Kaien's gift really, he always knew how to bring the best out of people. As they walked along the long corridor to the front door, Kaien snuck a look at Rukia. He felt responsible for her, especially now that Byakuya was severely injured. She was like a little sister to him, but some would have thought that they were in love. Which was impossible, since Kaien was married to a woman he felt was his true love.
"He's out of surgery now, I checked in with the hospital." Rukia turned her head to look up at Kaien, who looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in casual clothes, since it was late at night and he had long since left the office that afternoon. Rukia on the other hand was in a formal looking white and blue dress. Byakuya was the type that demanded some level of formality even in the comfort of his own home.
"So he's all right?" Kaien nodded, to which Rukia gave one more sigh of relief.
"For now at least; the bullet almost hit his left lung." Rukia bit her lip as they neared the front door. She had studied crime for almost four years, yet, never before had it been right in her own backyard. She was scared. Scared that Byakuya might die, and scared that…that man might come back. She wasn't certain, but she could have sworn a figure ran off from the courtyard when she just happened to look out the window. An accidental bullet from a drive-by shooting just wasn't possible, so this seemed to be the only answer…an assassination. Servants and policemen had checked the courtyard, but no sign of anyone having been there was found. Also, Rukia didn't mention she had seen anyone, even though the police had asked her. She didn't know why at the time, and she still wasn't entirely sure now why she hadn't said anything.
A servant opened the door for Rukia and Kaien, to which both of them gave a nod of acknowledgment. Walking a bit ahead of Rukia, Kaien went over to his silver sports car. It was sleek yet slightly bigger than most sports cars, definitely a cool ride. As the two got into the vehicle, Kaien put his keys into the ignition and started up the engine. Driving off, Rukia listlessly looked off into the dark landscape.
GASP! OH THE DRAMA! Lulz, well, I hope people liked the first chappie. Sorry, I know it's a bit dry and slow, but it'll get better, trust me. I got a lot written down and there's more ta come. Until next time! :D
~BeastMedley~
BTW, tell me if you see any grammar mistakes. I won't get all up in your grill for it, I'll just give you a cookie. I have a grammar police badge, so do not be ashamed if you see that I made a really silly mistake somewhere. Arigato~
TEH JAPANESE WORD LIST:
ni-sama – formal way of saying older brother (the suffix –sama means the person being mentioned, in this case Byakuya, is greatly respected by Rukia)
onegai – please
oi – yo or hey
daijoubu ka? – are you all right?
shitteru yo – I understand or I know
ikuze sa – let's go
arigato – thanks
