Disclaimer: I didn't write this fan fiction, I'm just translating it from Portuguese. Bleach an its characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Should I be Shocked?
Chapter 1
"Interesting.." I said sensually, while spinning around him, pointing my whip.
"Please! Can I already? Let me!" He begged, still with his knees on the floor, his arms tied up.
"Nope... First I need to know a couple of things..." I told him while slightly whipping his back.
"Aww..." He moaned feeling more pleasure than pain.
"What do you work with?" I asked still sensually and Bend over in front of him.
"On a bank! A bank! Now let me! Please!" He begged.
"No... Wrong answer" I said whipping him one more time.
"Awww...I swear!" He moaned.
"Are you... sure?" I asked turning around and brushing my ass on his revealed erection.
"Yes, I am!" He said sounding desperate.
"Wrong answer, dear!" I pressed against him, provoking him.
"Fuck! I'm a drug dealer! Happy now? Please!" He begged one more time.
"Oh, that's so bad! I don't fuck drug dealers!" I smiled turning to him and drawing a gun on my corset. "Bye, honey" and simply pulled the trigger.
A scream echoed through the entire hotel and I hurryed myself getting out of there, knowing that soon the security guards would be there.
"Sir! Is everything alright in there?" just as I predicted, one of his bodyguards were there already.
"One more." I laughed jumping out the window, suspended by the rope tied around my waist.
Four in the morning. Nothing was worth looking on the streets. People were either too high, or didn't give a damn.
I let go of the rope and got into a cab. The driver was asleep and needed a slap on the shoulder to wake up.
"May I help you?" He said a little dizzy from sleep.
I told him my home address and we kept silent through the whole way. I hate small talk.
I got home and took of my shoes. I had got out of the hotel in such a hurry that I was still wearing only underwear. I put gun on the table, and went to the phone next to the couch.
"So?" The voice probably expected my call.
"Eliminated." I said calmly.
"Suspicions?"
"Confirmed. Let's say the biggest drug dealer in Europe is dead now" I said victorious.
"Good girl" The voice said proud "I'll only need you tomorrow in the afternoon. You can take the morning off"
"I will" I said before hanging up
Five years working with it and I've never seen 'The voice'. Maybe a man, may be a woman… there's no way to know it. The voice is changed by a machine. Not that it bothers me.
I got up from the couch and went into my bedroom. Pressing an inside button of my closet a little laptop came out of a fake wall.
"Number 127" I smiled, typing the digits in the laptop.
What number is that? The counting. Today there are 127 deaths. 127 closed cases. Just another 73 and I'll be the voice.
I went to my bed and lay down. Today was a good day. One death, two arrests and two little fights. A good day I'd say.
-Flashback- - Narration in third person-
The agitation on the room hadn't stop. Who would be the new company president? Nobody knew. The former one had died not long ago and the company had no truly leader. The same was happening on a company of the same category on the same city. Maybe it was bad luck.
The muttering stopped when an old man passed the door, with really tired features. He threw a red folder on the table and stared at everyone over his glasses, with tired eyes. The room turned quiet and they seem worried.
"We have a new president", The old man declared
The muttering return, everyone wanted to be president. A new employee, that had entered not even a month ago, was the most quoted. They said he was a great spy, there was no detective more clever, nor colder killer. He himself was convinced of his position as the president. But no one knew his name.
"Silence", asked the old man patiently and everybody quieted respectfully. "The president has been chosed. But he wishes to stay in secrecy"
"Is he one of us?" A curious voice echoed through the silent room.
"I'm afraid not" The old man said
The muttering return once again. Why did it had to be an outsider?