Back to Bleach again... what are ya gonna do?
Murciélago
Chapter One
Night.
What an ironic setting.
Indeed, the man couldn't imagine anything more so. The dark setting of the day was just odd. At one moment, you could be walking by yourself and one of two things could catch your attention. The beauty of the stars and the moon, or the strange noises off in the distance. You're either at peace, or you're on edge. It was like that every night, and not one night did you always feel the same way.
Oddly enough, the man felt both ways every single night. The life he lived was a risky one, so he couldn't very well afford to have his guard down. Yet at the same time, it was the only time he felt any form of tranquility. He couldn't feel that during the day; everyone talked about him, and he knew because they'd always look at him. It was attention he didn't want, nor did he know if he could even afford. No...
The night was safer.
"Target in sight." A voice whispered, coming through the ear wick in his left ear. The man pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tightly. He was working; he couldn't space out while he was working.
Letting out a cold breath, the man lifted his arm and spoke into the microphone attached to the cuff of his sleeve: "Hiawatha?"
"Yeah. Across the street, headed your way." The man turned his to look. Yes, there was his guy. He was walking pretty fast with that briefcase of his. No doubt holding the key he needed hostage.
The man crossed the empty street at a casual pace. No need to startle the other, not now. All it would take would be for the man to stop, and then the key would be his.
And the night just so happened to love him tonight, for the man he was following stopped at a corner to look both ways and cross. "How foolish." He thought, the ghost of a smirk on his face as he put the needle in the man's neck, injecting the anesthetic agent; very similar to the anesthesia given at hospitals, but it was much more powerful, and it left a few more after effects on the target in question.
The man fell, instantly, completely unconscious. The man then moved for the suitcase, which was locked with a different key. It didn't take long to find that on the unconscious man's person before opening the thing. He took out the key he was looking for, a small thing with a plastic end that had a '59' on it.
"Too easy." The man thought, standing up as a white car turned the corner. He got into the back, putting the key in his pocket as he sat down.
"Where to, boss?" Said a man with pink hair and rectangular glasses as he began driving again.
The man in back narrowed his eyes. "Preston Train Station. North Side."
There was silence, but the man in back could feel his subordinate's risen brow. "A locker at a train station?" He questioned. The boss only nodded. "What kind of idiot steals a little girl's blood transfusion, makes a ransom notice for it, then hides it in a train locker."
"The idiot that thinks he can make bank by threatening the life of the mafia boss' daughter." Came the quick reply. The driver chuckled at this, but said nothing. He simply drove as fast as the speed limit would allow so they could get paid.
Detective Artemis Yukimura slammed the door to her apartment shut, looking more than pissed. Recently, the Homicide Unit of Seireitei, California started investigating into the murders of fifteen girls. They were between the ages of twelve and seventeen, and they were all brutally murdered. Raped, cut, missing organs, and not to mention the flesh being torn from the bone and left all over each scene.
The young detective combed one of her hands through her moonlight-blue hair. That all started six weeks ago. And the only reason they found the scenes was because the bastard was taunting them by leaving 911 calls. It wasn't even the case that was bugging her though, it was what her stupid Captain decided to do.
Captain Kaname Tousen had always meant well, and he wanted nothing more than for the cities to be safe. However, he had his eyes set on bringing former street thug: Kenpachi Zaraki put away without ever seeing his daughter again. Her captain hated her, though. Kenpachi was supposed to be in good jail for a good few years to come, but was about to be let out on good behavior. Her profile on him cleared him, and he managed to get supervised visits with his kid: Yachiru.
And because of that, her defenses for the upcoming father, who was following the law just fine at this point, went upon deaf ears. Lieutenant Kuchiki, Sergeant Hitsugaya and her partner, Detective Matsumoto, were all in agreement that Zaraki wasn't their guy; despite the first two not liking him. The Captain had none of it, though; and because she had banded the three together to help make a case, the captain suspended her for three weeks without pay.
That was crossing the line. She knew that, because before she left, both the Sergeant and the Lieutenant told her that they were filing sanctions on the captain, and they were going to make them stick. And with how stacked their desks normally were...
Artemis sighed. At least she swiped a copy of the police files so she could keep working the case. The only thing she could hope for at this point was for her captain to learn that he was wrong, let Zaraki go, and then let her go back to work. That meant another girl had to die again, but as it stood, that was inevitable.
The detective sighed again; sky blue eyes eying the scotch just calling for her. She went and poured herself a glass before sitting on her couch.
Things would only get worse from here.
Well, never imagined this. An AU is definitely a nice challenge. Hope you've enjoyed!
~ K. Fang-sama