Hey everyone! I love the reviews, thank you. And I agree, I was tired of the constant IchiHime and wanted a change. This is fanfiction for crying out loud! Now, for the next chapter! If you don't know my work, I write from multiple point-of-views from characters. And there will be adult content in later chapters, both hetero and non-hetero. I will post a warning each chapter - if you want to skip it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Ja ne!

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Chapter Two

London, Oct. 29th, 1:50 am, Heathrow Airport

Uryuu - Lisa - Mashiro

Eighteen hours on a plane was terrible, but it was complete torture when Uryuu had to sit between two women who couldn't stop bugging him with endless questions. Most of them, inappropriate. As he escaped out of their clutches, he grabbed his luggage and looked around to find his name, along with the other two women, held up by a guy with blonde hair croft to the side, and ice blue eyes with an almost expressionless face. Uryuu began to walk towards him, and the guy raised a brow and smiled as he noticed Uryuu immediately. "Hello, Ishida-san. My name is Kira Izuru. I will be your tour guide and driver until we reach your new home."

"Evening, Kira-san. Before we do any of that, would it be too much to ask if we can find a place to eat. And possibly some alcohol. Anything to tune out the two women who are also tagging along with us." Uryuu sighed, and as if on cue, he heard the nagging voices of Mashiro calling out to him. It sent chills down his spine. "Scratch dinner. Just a place that has alcohol."

Izuru blinked at the man before him and finally smiled with a nod. "I will do my best, but it seems my boss wants to meet and debrief you all before we can do anything else. I do have some alcohol in the limo though, if that makes it any better. Well, wine, actually."

"Oh, Uryuu! Why are you ignoring me? Come on, just answer the question. Do you like casual or kinky foreplay?" Mashiro grinned widely, jumping over to his side and bumping into him.

"Wine is fine." Uryuu immediately said. He was never much of a drinker, but the irritation was growing the more he was around these two women. All he wanted to do was curse them out, but he refrained and kept calm. Now that he was on the ground and there was more room to block any attack, he decided if he was drinking, it would be easier to let loose his tongue.

"Alright, let's head on out." Izuru smiled and led them towards the limo.

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Reykjavik, Oct. 29th, 12:30 am, Keflavik International Airport

Ichigo - Hiyori - Love

I was blinded by my love for you, I didn't realize I lost myself! Those words stayed with Ichigo through the entire 18 hour flight. Part of him wanted to call Orihime the second he landed to apologize for everything, but he knew she wouldn't answer. He would call her in a few days, and hopefully they could mend some things to at least still be friends.

The last thing he wanted was to lose his friend that he's known all his life. Sighing inwardly, he waited for his luggage and looked back at the time on his watch. Orihime was already in New York, but he doubted she would even have her phone on if he did decide to call. Not wanting to think more of it, he finally grabbed his things and waited for his two partners from the Vizored Corp.

"Yo, Ichigo! You can hurry it up now!" Hiyori shouted out, looking over to the orange-haired male who was taking his sweet time to come to them. They were already with the driver and all they were waiting on was for Ichigo Kurosaki to join them.

Ichigo finally made it up to them, and noticed the people he was now paired up with. Hiyori was a short blonde with amber colored eyes and her brows constantly drawn together. She was dressed in simple black jogging pants, a slim blue shirt and a beanie covering her head with a coat hung over her arm. Love Aikawa was a complete contrast to her.

He had on a bright blue cotton zip up sweater, bright blue slacks and black loafers. His head reminded Ichigo of a star, the afro split into 3 different spikes, and a pair of grey color shades that he seemed to wear even on the plane. His demeanor was calmed but he spoke with enthusiasm and confidence.

Both of them were unique but still slightly bothersome, especially Hiyori. The bitching was starting to get on his damn nerves. And the constant glaring…

He then looked over to the driver and the immediate thought of pineapple came to mind. The bright red hair was spiked up into a ponytail with a black bandana wrapped around the guy's forehead. Dressed to the nine, he wore a crisp black, tailored suit with the tie missing and the first top buttons undone. This wasn't some driver, Ichigo guessed. "Hello, Kurosaki Ichigo, my name is Abarai Renji, and I will be your tour guide and driver. Shall we go?"

Ichigo smirked and shrugged as he pulled his luggage with him. "Lead the way."

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Tokyo, Oct. 28th, 9:15pm

Chad - Kensei - Rose

"I hope you don't mind we meet here, Yasutora-san." Rose smiled, picking up his glass of pomegranate wine and looked over to Kensei who decided to stick with the hard stuff. "This jazz bar has always found a way to my heart, and has always been the place where I do business. Or relaxing."

Chad reached for his glass of water and nodded. "This place is nice. I been here a couple times." He looked over to the blonde hair male, noticing the difference in appearance to the other guy. Unlike Kensei, Rose has long wavy blonde hair, purple eyes and dressed in what Chad would assume was a suit. It was a black suit with a thigh-length coat, and a frilled white shirt with frilled cuffs. He smelled blossoms and jasmine coming from him, and he always held a soft, cheerful tone.

Kensei was mostly quiet, but unlike Rose, he had short light-silver hair, tall and muscular with a cut-sleeve black shirt, with jeans and combat boots. Clipped to his right boot was a standard military kabar and he always seemed serious and spoke very few words. Guy mostly seemed he was on edge and ready to fight. Those brown eyes were always scanning every exit and person that may seem suspicious.

"Relax, Kensei. I been here several times, and I can tell you that this place is very peaceful territory." Rose grinned, sipping his wine and looking over to Chad. "We should probably get to know each other a bit before our big meeting tomorrow with…" He paused and looked sideways as if trying to remember something important. "Oh dear, what was that woman's name."

Chad raised a brow and cleared his throat as he spoke up. "I believe Yamada Hanataro is a man."

"A man?" Rose blinked at this.

"That is a stupid name for a guy. Who would name their kid that?" Kensei spoke up.

Deciding to change the topic, Rose decided to introduce himself properly. "Well, let's begin shall we? I am Otoribashi Rojuro, but to make it seem we are on a more friendlier and closer term, call me Rose. You know of my job, but for the background story, we will go with my regular story."

"You mean the line you use to pick up chicks and twinks?" Kensei scoffed.

Rose felt his eyes widen at Kensei with a faint blush appearing over his cheeks. "Kensei, shut up!" Chad blushed in embarrassment. "Anyways, I was part of the Navy, specialized in combat training and after I retired from the military, I worked as a personal bodyguard for Sayako Kuroda." He grinned at that. "The cool part is this is all true, so no need to go over the little details."

"He got fired from the Emperor getting caught in the Princess's bed." Kensei added, still seeming less interested in their conversation and more interested in the people around them. Watching them closely.

Rose blushed and looked down into now empty wine glass. "To be fair, I only slept with her husband and she was joining afterwards. Sadly, she is now a Shinto Priestess. Talk about redeeming your sins."

Kensei rolled his eyes. "Name is Muguruma Kensei. Was part of the Stealth Forces in China for ten years." Chad cocked a brow at that. The guy looked no older than late twenties to early thirties. "I was part of the stealth force at the age of fifteen, and escaped after the assassination of the captain that led the team. After that, Vizored found me and took me in. Been with them ever since. I specialize in hand to hand combat and interrogation, too."

"Always so cut to the point." Rose sighed. "Well, what about your Yasutaro?"

"Just call me Chad. There isn't much about me. I grew up mostly alone, and I am half Mextizo and Japanese. My abuelo taught me everything that I know, and I decided to take my skills into boxing. I also work for Urahara as a private investigator, and find that helping people out that way is very satisfying."

Rose nodded at him with a smile. "You are a simple type of man, huh?"

Chad didn't respond but simply nodded. He didn't need much in life, just the necessities to move forward. "For our personal stories, we should probably come up with something that won't blow our cover." He finally added.

"We can think it over tonight. Chances are, the person we will be meeting will have our things for us to go by. It's always easier that way instead of making up things on the fly. It's harder to keep up with the lies." Rose smirked, hailing down a waitress and letting her know to bring the bottle.

Kensei finally relaxed in his seat as the sake began to calm his nerves. "We should probably slow down also, so we aren't hung over."

"You're no fun, Kensei."

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New York, Oct. 28th, 6:40 pm, John F. Kennedy International Airport

Orihime - Shinji - Hachi

He's seen many beautiful women, but none like the little fire sitting right beside him. It was hard to keep his gaze set right at her and not to her breasts when he was sitting in front of her. It was why he was now sitting beside her, letting Hachi sit in front of them instead. "Thank you again for getting us First Class tickets, but you really didn't have to go through the trouble, Hirako-san." Orihime blushed.

"What? And let you sit in economy all cramped up with people who know no boundaries?' Shinji grinned, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs. A flight attendant walked over beside them, a bright smile on the pretty burnett's face as she met with Shinji's gaze. "We will have a few drinks and some snacks, doll." He winked and watched as the women bowed and carried on.

It wasn't long until the plane finally landed at JFK International, and as they all got off and gathered their things, they realized they were early. "Strange. Usually, we would have been met with someone by now. Oh well, let's go get something to drink, shall we? I know a great wine bar not to far from us." Shinji grinned, pulling his luggage and walking down the terminal with Orihime and Hachi following.

"Hikaro-san…" Orihime looked up to the blonde male. "Shouldn't we stay put until the person who is meeting with us comes?"

Shinji shrugged. "They will eventually find us. That second cell phone Urahara gave to you has a tracking device to show our locations. Remember to always have that cell phone on you, it could one day save your life." He informed.

She didn't bother to ask anymore questions but instead kept her pace behind him. She finally looked up to the guy and noticed him for the first time. He was taller than her, same as Hachi who was beside her. Shinji sported a ash gray trench coat, a crisp white dress shirt with a striped tie and gray slacks with what she guessed were also expensive looking loafers. His blonde hair was straight and shoulder length, with bangs that reached right to his light brown eyes. His expressions usually revealed his upper teeth, and whenever he grinned, it was wide to show all his pearly whites.

Hachi was a much larger man, with a azure tuxedo and violet bow tie and black shined shoes. His hair was interesting to her though. She never saw anyone with light pink hair before. Short hair with a black skull on the back of his head, and a pink mustache. His eyes were a warm amber honey, and he always smiled with genuine happiness. He didn't speak much, but whenever he did, his voice was deep and resonated in whatever space he was in.

From what she gathered from both of these men, Shinji was the leader of the Vizored Corp, and also a master in kendo and some martial arts. She also found out majority of the Vizored studied krav maga, ninjutsu and other martial military fighting tactics during their lifetime. All of it was so interesting to her, that she couldn't even imagine what else these people were capable of doing. All she could do was aikido.

Pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear, she watched them carefully and wondered just how dangerous this mission was. Would she need to increase her fighting skills to defend herself? It isn't like these two would always be there for her all the time.

As they reached the restaurant, Shinji got them a table and ordered two bottles of the finest wines and a pitcher of water. When the waiter left, he finally turned to Orihime. "Well, let's get to know each other, shall we? We could have done it on the plane, but what would be the fun in that?" He chuckled.

Blushing, Orihime took notice of a tongue piercing and wondered how she missed it earlier. "Well, you all know my name. I am sure you also know my information since you run a private investigation." She looked down and smiled. "I am not that interesting. Not much to tell, except I run a dojo with my best friend back in Tokyo and I also work under Lady Unohana to become the world's best doctor."

"Not interesting, huh?" Shinji grinned. "Well, Inoue-san, I have to call you out on that. Everything you just mentioned was interesting and well accomplished. Even your goal is interesting, don't you agree Hachi?"

Hachi nodded. "Inoue-san, you mustn't be so hard on yourself. You have big dreams and achieved so much. If I remember for your paperwork, you also were ranked 5th place in Aikido Martial Arts Worlds Tournament. That is something to always be proud of, Inoue-san."

She looked at them then, and knew just how right they were. All her life, she usually kept to being humble and not standing for her achievements. They were something to be proud of, but she kept to her shy self and didn't think much. Because you were with Ichigo. A voice played in her head, and she felt her heart tighten. "Yeah, you're right." She finally voiced. "I also scored the highest in medical school, which gave me the opportunity to work under Lady Unohana. That alone is a great achievement, cause not everyone can work under her."

"Hmm, Lady Unohana." Shinji grinned. "Does she still have that weird hairstyle? The braid wrapped in front of her neck?"

Orihime's eyes widen and she quickly nodded. "Yes. Do you know her?"

"We use to date, until her ex-husband found out and wanted blood." He smirked. "I bailed after that, but not after getting into a fight with the guy. Talk about blood lust. I still don't know what Unohana saw in that man."

"I heard about him, but never met him before. Lady Unohana never talked about him, and whenever his name came up from other workers, she would immediately tell people to continue with their work. I don't know what it is, but when she smiles and gives out orders, I am compelled it seems to do just that. Her smile kind of scares me." Orihime laughed nervously.

Shinji grinned and nodded in agreement. He looked over to see the waiter back with two bottles of wine and a pitcher of water. He set down three wine glasses, opened the bottle and poured the wine. Handing them to each person, the waiter smile and walked away. "Ever had Domaine de la Romanee? It's exquisite." He grabbed his glass and took a sip, savoring the flavors against his tongue.

Orihime looked at her glass and picked it up, pulling it to her lips. The dark, burgundy liquid looked lovely, and the bittersweet scent made her inhale more. Placing it to her lips, she tilted the glass back and felt the liquid fall against her tongue, tingling her taste buds with the rich flavors of what made this a pinot noir. She swallowed and set the glass down and looked at him. "This is delicious. I never had anything like it before."

"I only go for rich tastes." Shinji smirked, finishing off his first glass and pouring another. Orihime looked in shock as he was getting a second round of wine. "Don't worry, Inoue-san. The first drink I usually down right away. It's been a strange tradition for me."

Hachi laughed. "That's only because everything you drink, if it's not quick enough, Hiyori will knock it out of your hand."

"Is that the reason?" Shinji grinned. "Damn little mouse always making me flinch around her." He took his time to drink his second glass, finally savoring the drink in his hand.

An hour went by and soon they were met with a young woman. Orihime looked her over, noticing the black, soft hair pulled up into a tight bun with a few strands hanging loosely around her frame. She wore metal frame glasses, hiding her light blue-violet oval eyes, and held a serious look. Holding a black book, she wore a black pencil skirt, with a light blue blouse that was tucked neatly into the skirt. Instead of heels though, she wore flats and tan panty hoes. This woman was the definition of business, and from the looks of it, she was here for them. "Hi?" Orihime finally spoke up.

Nanao Ise looked at the three people and raised a brow. "Great." Shutting her eyes, she held her tongue and finally introduced herself. "I am Ise Nanao, and I will be the one taking you to the mansion. Your main driver unfortunately fell ill this morning, and I was sent. I don't have all day, so we must hurry." And with that, she turned to leave the bar, while leaving the trio to look at each other.

"Ise Nanao. Well this should be fun." Shinji groaned, pulling out his wallet he hailed the waiter who immediately came up with the bill in hand. He grabbed it and pulled out his credit card and handed it back to the waiter. "I should come here more often. Usually Domaine runs around twenty grand, and these guys are selling it for sixteen grand. I might have to buy another bottle."

Orihime gasped and looked at him. "What?"

He grinned again. "I told you, Inoue-san. I only crave rich taste." The waiter came back and he quickly mentioned another bottle while signing off the receipt and finally went to grab his luggage with the other two following suit. As the waiter came back with his card, another receipt to sign and the bottle in a bag, he pulled out a couple hundred dollars and handed it to the guy as he placed his wallet back into his pocket and headed out the bar.

With the same shock looked, Orihime looked at the waiter who also seemed perplexed at what just happened. She gave a sheepish smile and followed after the two men and looked back to see the waiter smiling with joy. At least they made some guy's night.

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Tokyo, Oct. 28th, 4:23pm

Urahara - Isshin - Coyote - Ryuken

"I am confused. You sent my son where?" Isshin Kurosaki asked over the phone.

Another grumble over the phone was heard. "I can't believe I am agreeing with this worthless man, but have you gone insane, Kisuke?" Ryuken spoke up, earning him a scoffed noise from Isshin.

Coyote Starrk looked over to Kisuke as they sat in Urahara's office, his expression almost bored with the two arguing now over the line. His wavy, shoulder length brown hair shadowed over his dark blue eyes, which narrowed at the dusty blonde male who sat with an amused expression. He reached up to play with his small goatee, his right leg resting against his left knee. "You are nothing but an disgrace to medical fields, Kurosaki!" Coyote raised a brow finally. Seemed like things were getting good.

"Guys! Come on now! Let's get back to the main focus, shall we?" Urahara smiled behind his fan.

"Shut it, Kisuke!" They both shouted out. "Now, listen hear you prick! I will have you know that my clinics are rank the highest compared to yours, Ishida!"

"Oh, with your small percentage of people who matter not? You are nothing but a…."

"Enough!" Coyote finally shouted out. Silence was met between everyone, and he sighed as he sat back and looked over to Urahara. "Now, Kisuke, please explain why you gathered all of us here."

Urahara finally nodded and began to pull out a folder. "How long have we all known each other?" He asked. As they all answered, he smiled. "Twenty-five years almost, and during that time we were in charge of being the Ambassadors for the world leaders to keep the peace. As you two, Isshin and Ishida, have moved on to create your families, both Coyote and I continued."

"For the past ten years, there have been more wars and treaties being broken. At first, we just thought the world leaders who were elected were at fault but at it turns out, that hasn't been the case. Martial law has been implemented, and elected leaders have ruled out terms and become the countries permanent leaders. I can name off a few countries who have done this already, and some are even calling themselves royalty." Urahara opened the folder and placed documents on countries who now have permanent leaders and their controlled factions. "It's happening more and more, and it won't be long until more countries begin to go through the same."

Coyote raised a brow then, while the other two males over the phone were quiet. "It seems the mafia is back in order, and controlling a few of the major countries, influencing the political agenda. Of course, this wouldn't matter but the moves being made led us to suspect someone is in charge of controlling everything."

"Aizen Sosuke." Isshin was the first one to finally say something. "No need to explain anymore. He would be the only one who could be behind this. We practically worked with the guy twenty-five years ago, and after that fall out, it would only make sense."

"We haven't heard from Aizen since 1993. We aren't even sure where he will be located." Ryuken added. "Unless…"

Urahara grinned. "You really are sharp, Ishida. This is why Gigai and Vizored Corp are working together to get to the bottom of this. That is why Ichigo and Uryuu were sent out on the mission. Coyote will be going to New York and I will be staying here in Tokyo."

"Where are we going?" Isshin asked. "I am guessing that is the main reason you called, right? Diplomats to keep the peace in the countries involved?"

"I'm so glad you asked, Isshin!" Urahara chuckled. "You will be going to Ice…"

"Don't say Iceland."

"Iceland! Reykjavik to be exact! And Ishida, you will be going to London!" Urahara ignored the groans from both males and looked over to Coyote. "The gang is back!"

Rolling his eyes, Coyote looked off the side while pulling out his phone to go ahead to purchase his ticket. "Before I purchase this ticket, how long will this trip be?" Coyote asked, gathering the other two males attention.

Urahara gave a sheepish smile. "Well, depending on how fast we can get to the bottom of this…" He paused for a moment. "Six months. I also took the liberty to get your tickets and homes set up in the destined locations."

"Damn. I am gonna have to ask Kaien to go to the conference and take care of the clinic while I'm gone." Isshin sighed. "He isn't going to like this."

"Kaien?" Urahara perked at the name. "Will Kukaku also be helping?"

"Kisuke, if you like your balls where they are, I wouldn't go down that road. It's not Kaien you need to worry about, but Kukaku herself. Her last boyfriend ended up in ICU." Isshin informed. "Anyways, I am guessing the stuff is already at my home. So I will be letting you guys go, got to contact my cousin and see if he can do me a solid. Later."

Ishida was the next to hang up with a short bye, leaving both Coyote and Kisuke alone. "What happened to Yoruichi?" Coyote asked.

"Seems I was barking up the wrong tree." Urahara laughed nervously.