First chapter baby! :D It's a little short but I just wanted to get somethings figured out before I go into some 6 paged chapters (trust me I can get there, and my brain would be fried). By the way have I mentioned I have no fucking clue where I'm going with this? No? Well I'll just re-state. No clue. But that doesn't mean I'll quit on it, I mean unless you guys really don't like it.
So yeah. ENJOY!
NOTE: I DON'T OWN BLEACH OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, ALL THAT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL OWNERS (NOT ME)
This world can rot; it's full of disease and carnage, hate and greed. It's disgusting. I glare at the ground in front of me and close my eyes, in less than an hour I had a shipment to pick up on the docks, containing something the boss wanted desperately.
Trash.
Filth.
And I'm working for them.
I take another drag from my cigarette before I toss it into the dark depths of the alleyway. Shit pays well, so I won't bitch about it much. I sigh before I head towards the trunk of the car, were I put on my custom design black leather shoulder holster with two 92FS Berettas. Italians knew how to make a gun sexy, damn. They both held a 17 round magazine, more than I needed on most jobs but hey you never knew. I slipped a large combat knife, I deemed Tachikaze, into my black combat boot- the hilt blending with my grey cargo pants. I also grabbed my thigh rig with the Browning Hi-Power, my reliable backup. Something gently fluttered on my nose and cheeks, I looked up to see hundreds of snowflakes litter the sky, I took a deep breath, letting the winter air sting my lungs. Suddenly the wind began to pick up causing the flakes to whip at my face and lower the visibility. I was very glad for the HeatGear long sleeve that hugged my body; I checked my phone and decided that it would be best to arrive early for the shipment to check the surrounding area. This was going to be a long night.
When I reached the docks I parked out of sight and headed out on foot, so far everything was quiet, but I blamed that on the snowfall. Once I found the site where the drop off would be I could easily see that all the security cameras, on the surrounding buildings, were trained on an empty dock. I scoffed, seriously? Were they that stupid? I stayed out of view on a building top a couple of meters away from the dock and sat there waiting.
And waiting.
Fuck, this was taking forever. I looked at my phone again and confirmed that an hour had passed from the appointed time. I scowled, took my binoculars and searched the harbor for any signs of a boat, which was how I spotted the reflective material of a speed boat heading this direction. I glared at the boat and backed away from the edge of the building to remain hidden. When the boat reached the dock I took in that there was only the driver and something large under a tarp at the end of the boat. I wasn't given the specifics on what the shipment was but only that it be brought immediately to HQ, I bet the thing under the tarp was it but it looked oddly human shaped. I lay there and pondered what the hell it was when the driver ripped off the tarp and revealed a man chained and in some sort of straight jacket. I focused my binoculars to get details and could only make out a bright blue color with the snow suddenly flying around everywhere. I sighed again, I don't do human trafficking. The driver unceremoniously heaved the larger man out of the boat and dragged him into a crate a few feet away, I could hear the bolts clamp shut as he sealed the man inside. That crate was not fitting into the car. I huff out a breath and try to regain warmth in my legs while the driver sped away into the dark waters.
I carefully make my way around to the cameras and one by one cut their cords. That settled I walked over to the crate housing the poor bastard who Aizen wanted so much. I un-holstered my Berretta, clicked the safety off and with one hand cautiously unlocked the crate.
"Damn." My eyes widened a little when I took in the man, he was definitely male because of the sheer size of him and what facial features I could see from behind a metal muzzle. Yeah a muzzle, what the fuck? I couldn't tell whether it was a sex kink or if he seriously has a problem with biting, from the look he's giving me I'd go with that latter. He had long, light blue hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, that were currently filled with rage. He was restrained by a series of locks that clamped together his arms behind his back and connected around his shoulders; his legs were bound together with more mechanized locks. I was also right about the chains that held together his wrists and feet. I did a double take when I realized we were wearing similar clothes, and looked at his muscular build- he had to be an ex-soldier. I had to stop myself from thinking too much, I just had to get him from point A to point B, and then my job was done. I holstered my gun and crouched to pick up the man, who offered no resistance, and set him on my shoulder. I had a long ass walk to the car.
I pulled into an underground garage connected to the main estate, parking in front of the elevator and ignoring the glares security gave me. Fuck them, this guy was heavy. I turned off the ignition and lit another cigarette, taking a long hit and enjoying the calming affects. My thoughts suddenly drifted to the man in my trunk, the more I thought about him the more uneasy I felt. Not a sick feeling but a kind of feeling you get when you stare into the dark too long and imagine something staring back at you. It was fucking creepy and childish. I frowned, I'm thinking too much again. With a sigh I pop open the trunk and slowly make my way towards the back of the car. Lifting the lid I was met with sharp, cobalt eyes from a very unhappy man. As I reached for the restraints to haul him out he jerked away and growled, my face turned impassive as I took out my taser and held it within view. I stare into his eyes as a warning, and reach again, this time taking a head-butt in the stomach.
"Son of a bitch." I grunt and jam the taser into his neck, he was still fighting back. His little attack left him halfway out of the trunk, I slammed my knee up against his face and he went limp. At least he had some fight in him. I finally haul him out and carry him towards the elevator, getting some snide comments from security, I flip them off.
I was really not looking forward to meeting up with Aizen at two in the morning; I wasn't up for meeting anyone at fucking two in the morning. The annoying elevator music wasn't helping either, I was going to shoot the damn speakers in… Ding. Thank god. I hoist the target over my shoulder again and walk down a hallway lined with antiques and treasures, completely ignoring the secretary's protests and kick in a large door.
"There was a doorknob Kensei." Murky brown eyes stared at me for a second and then narrowed on the man I was carrying. Aizen leaned back in his chair, probably wondering why he put up with me; I would like to know too. His normal condescending smile turned into a smirk, letting his true face melt through, and reminding me that his scheming mind was up to something.
I frown, I hate this guy. "I don't do trafficking." I didn't do it for a couple reasons; first it was a long job- getting from point A to B without the FEDS sticking their noses into it. Second; the guys who regularly do this are assholes and third it pisses me off when they're crying and pleading instead of fighting back. Plus I have a harder time sleeping at night, give me a target to eliminate and I sleep like a baby, give me a crate full of people to hand over to a bunch of bastards and that's when we have a problem.
Aizen just gave me his fake smile, "And yet here you are. You can place him on the floor, Tousen and Ulquiorra will be here momentarily." Like dogs being called two men came from a second door in the spacious office. That's when all Hell broke loose. The man apparently decided that now was the opportune time to slam his steel toed boots into my balls, causing me excruciating pain that climbed its way up through my stomach to my chest. I had to let go of him to check to make sure I still had two balls intact. I wheezed out a breath, sharp pain still pooling in my stomach. Behind me I hear the dogs struggling with the man and turn around in time to see him head-butt Ulquiorra and bust his nose, Tousen was trying to pin him down. Unfuckingbelievable, three guys can't restrain one who's in a goddamn strait jacket.
Pissed off I walk over to the scuffle and slam my fist into the man's stomach, his cobalt eyes widened at the impact and he wilted forward, giving me a good shot as I cranked back my right fist and smash it against the side of his head. He was out like a light and face first on the floor. I leaned against the nearest sofa trying to feel my cojones again.
"You two should play nicer since you're going to be partners." I whip my head towards Aizen, eyes wide. Oh fuck no. The bastard just sat behind his desk with a smile on his face that has never reached his eyes, now was not an exception.
"His name, "he gestured toward the man crumpled on the floor, "is Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."
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