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Chapter 2
"Aizen told me, that you'll be needing help for your mission. You'll be meeting someone at Karakura to acquire information and directions for the next location. Basically, it's just like treasure hunt. Am I right?"
Orhime nodded and watch Ichigo dragged on his cigarette. Losing her cool, Orihime leaned forward and snatched Ichigo's cigarette then put it at the ashtray. "I agreed with your rules, so, it is only fair if I told you to stop smoking while I'm with you. And besides, smoking has numerous disadvantages that could cause your untimely death." He just shrugged his shoulders. He's not a chain smoker as opposed to the belief of his friends and family. He liked it from time to time to relieve stress. And being with Orihime, the stress he is feeling is out of control.
"So, moving forward…" he paused. "It is expected that your father's enemies would be chasing after us. Which, by the way, I'm impressed up until now we can't locate his whereabouts he has too many hiding place."
She also knew about that. That is way she is doing Aizen a favor by doing this. It is like hitting two birds with one stone. Aizen would catch his prey and she would have her revenge.
"May I ask. Why are you doing this? Even though he's a criminal and he had done unacceptable crimes, he is still your father."
"This is business," she said but in truth it's just one of her reasons why she's doing this. "He keeps on disturbing my business by sending his illegal clients. I don't want to risk my employees' lives and his manipulative ways. If he wants us to settle this by playing his little game, I'll play."
"You know what would happen if Aizen catch him," he said while seriously looking at her.
"He would be in jail. It's been a long time coming," her voice was dead pan.
"But Aizen must had told you that if your father and his subordinates resist and he would not guaranty their safety. It is possible that your father would die."
She shrugged her shoulders. "So what? The world is a better place without him. As long as I get my money and my deed, I'm fine. I've no love for the guy."
"You're cruel, woman." He looked at her with admiration. "I like it."
She made a face. "Well, I don't like you."
"I know." He smiled. His smile was erased when he looked straight in her eyes. "I hope you don't mind my asking… how come you became that cruel?"
Her face is unreadable; she didn't want Ichigo to notice that she was affected. She smiled coldly. "It's easy. It runs in the blood."
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Ichigo can't decide either to be horrified or to admire Orihime. She is too self-absorbed. She doesn't give a damn on how she would obtain what she wants as long as she gains it. He can't really understand on how she can betray his father.
Well, it was a big favor for their part. Baraggan Louisenbairn is a ruthless and a smart syndicate boss. He owned some gambling spots in Japan. Aside from that, he is involved in gun smuggling, drug trafficking, and his personal favorite child trafficking. He recruits children-usually female-to sell them to foreigners.
The worst part is that the authorities are unable to catch him. It's as if he can sense that we are able to locate his location that's way he quickly changes his hiding place. Orihime's action is a big favor for them. If she accomplished her father's last demand he would meet her daughter. And if that happens they would have a window of opportunity to arrest the syndicate's mastermind.
Still, Baraggan is Orihime's father. He had no clue of why she is okay for them to kill her father just to obtain what she wants. He didn't think that she's like Hollow; he would use anything to get what he wants. But then again, he had only seen her for about an hour and known her even less. If her father dies, surely, she would attain a large sum of money; she being the only child of a crime lord.
He shook his head disapprovingly. He really has a tendency to over think too much about things. He should not fuss over it. The important thing to do is to escort Hollow-I mean Orihime from point A to point B to wherever else she might need to go, in one beautiful piece.
Or else, Aizen would toast his ass and feed it to the dogs.
Are they lovers? The thought made him a little sick but he couldn't help but be impressed. If do they have an affair; no wonder Aizen doesn't bother with other women. He's perfectly sure that no woman is more beautiful than the one in front of him. If only she wouldn't turn out to be so evil. She's like a female version of Aizen. He shivered at that thought.
He examined the six square-meter room. Opposite from the nature of business outside; Orihime's office is simple and professional. Two different wooden panels are fixed at the walls. There are glass curtain covered windows behind the desk. The wooden desk between them is big. The cushioned single-seater he is currently sitting on is comfortable. He could see a coffeemaker and a refrigerator at the pantry. There is a long sofa that is situated at the corner of the room. He saw a wooden door which is perhaps the comfort room, and lastly a tall bookshelf with magazines and books.
He focused his attention to Orihime. "Do you know the first location?"
"At a hotel in Karakura. They would leave us an envelope. They had already reserved a room for me." she glanced at the ashtray. She faced him with knitted eyebrows. "We would retrieve the envelope, then, we would change hotels. Just to make sure."
He nodded his head in agreement. "To be safe, we will share a room. Aizen told me that you can protect yourself. But not in your sleep.
She shrugged. "Whatever."
He didn't expect she would object, but still, he was surprised when she didn't protest.
"What?" she glares at him. It's like she read his mind. "There's no point in arguing, you would just insist what you want. Besides, you have a point. Why waste my time arguing with you?"
He suppressed his grin. He is tempted to lean and kiss her pouting red lips. Instead he focused his attention to her face. Whenever he is looking at her, his libido is at boiling point. He cursed Aizen in his mind.
When he faced Orihime, he made sure he was looking straight in her eyes. He will not pay attention to her smooth shoulders and cleavage. This is torture.
"When do we leave?" he asked instead.
"Next week," she answered. "I'll take care of your ticket. Do you have your ticket with you? Is the return date open?"
He retrieved the ticket from the inner pocket of his jacket and then he handed it over to Orihime. "If we're done here, I would like to return to the hotel. If you need anything, just contact me." he grabbed a pen from the desk organizer and wrote his number on a paper.
She accepted the ticket and his phone number. "Would you like to relax for a bit? Have a few drinks-and whatever else-on my tab. You would not know, this could be your last chance to relax."
He grinned and went straight to the small selection of drinks in the pantry. He grabbed a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. "In that case, I will bring this with me." He covered it with newspaper and he squeezed it in his armpit. He felt a great satisfaction when her lips parted in surprise. "Thank you. I'll meet you Saturday next week, seven AM, at your house."
"You know where I live?" the look of surprise on her face was too cute.
"I do have an address. And I never leave home without GPRS."
"Goodluck with that." She waived her hands as if she's dismissing a servant.
He smiled. According to Aizen, Orihime reopen the club that is formerly owned by her mother before marrying her husband. In about six years, she improved the building. The top three floors were developed to be a hotel and maintained the ground floor as a club. He could see the business thriving.
He was impressed and very attracted to her, not just physically but also by everything she was-sexy, smart, and sassy; a dangerous combination.
He was greeted by different noises when he stepped out of Orihime's office. He is tired and sleepy, he dislikes hearing noises. If it is not the woman in red inside the room he exited that would volunteer her service to him, then he would pass. He knew he wouldn't be satisfied.