A/N: ty XBlackCat13X for the great betaing! I do not own any characters or bleach they belong to kibu tito.
Ishida set down his cell phone and frowned. Yamamoto was gone. Aizen had somehow controlled two hollows and had him assassinated. Ichigo, that baka, had waited 5 hours to tell him, instead of calling him when it had happened.
Even though he was not a member of the Gotei 13, he knew most of its members. He too went about his life as a business man and upstanding citizen while running an illegal information trade between several governments. He also knew of the hollows and the spirit world.
Ichigo had wanted him to become one of the 13 when Aizen and the other four had walked away, but that wasn't his prerogative. He was a Quincy. He worked alone. It wasn't an issue of trust, but of pride. The Quincy have been around as guardians of the spirit world for thousands of years. He was the last of his kind. He would not allow himself to fail in anything.
"Mr. Uryu, its 2pm." His secretary said over the office intercom. Ishida sat silently for a moment, schooling his features and his voice. "Thank you Ms. Honsho. Hold my calls please."
"Yes, Sir." She said, and undoubtedly went back to reading her magazines.
He smiled, and pushed his slipping glasses a little further up on his nose. He walked over to the large red velvet curtain that partially blocked a floor to ceiling mirror in the back of his office. Ishida pulled the curtain aside revealing the secret door to the elevator room. He waited patiently in the well lit hallway, for the elevator.
This floor was like a penthouse, except at his office. No one had access to it but him, and no one could get to it unless they had the key to unlock the last floor. He looked at his reflection in the shiny interior of the elevator. He wore his usual business casual a white button down shirt and black slacks , he was the boss after all. He was smiling, which he wasn't accustomed to.
The elevator dinged and he waited for them to open. He fished for the keys to his penthouse. He was about to open it when he realized he had forgotten the large red and pink gift box in his office. Ishida waited patiently as the elevator brought him back to his office floor. He hastily grabbed the large present that he had set down in the corner that morning, and headed back to the elevator.
He was excited, yet anxious. He opened the penthouse door and flipped on the lights. He walked to the back of the room, towards the bedroom. She was still there, sleeping. No, she wasn't sleeping, her breathing was too shallow.
It had all been unexpected, he hadn't planned for anything like this to happen. There had been an attack on one of his warehouses, he had taken a few men to go check it out. They had found several men from a gang hanging around the place. He had been severely disappointed, that he had not had the opportunity to test his skills. It had been a few years since he had actually been in a fight and he feared his skills might be rusty. There were few gangs that were foolish enough to mess with him. The ones that did were always small time pawns for someone who was dumb enough to consider themselves on his level. He had turned to leave careful not to scuff his shoes on the dirt floor, when one of his men had called over to him.
There had been a girl there, she was tied up. She hadn't been hurt or anything, just bound and gagged. He had ordered them to put her in his car. He would take her to the authorities and go home, angry that he had been woken up for something that wasn't serious. That was the problem with being the boss. He was never able to get his hands dirty, his men would take care of it and all that was left for him was to watch.
But on his way there he had found himself looking at her. She was tall and buxom with rather large breasts and long hair. It would be the honorable thing to do to bring her someplace where she would get help. He had almost decided that, until he saw her face and recognized her as Orihime Inoue. She was a popular model and actress. But not only that it had been rumored that she had refused Toshimori Umesada, a rather portly and lecherous mob boss. Maybe that's who those men worked for.
No, the right thing now would be for him to take her home and protect her in case Umesada finds out that she wasn't taken care of. In the meantime he'd be able to do what he really wanted with her. He hadn't known what had gotten into him, but he had driven to his empty office building at 2 o'clock in the morning and left her there, still bound and gagged.
Ishida stood over her for a moment and watched her lay there peacefully. She wore a long silk and lace nightie with frilly flowers scattered about in conspicuous places. He hadn't been about to hurt her or anything. He had just wanted to use her.
"Orihime, I'm back, and I brought you another gift." He walked fully into the room and she turned on her side to look at him. He held out the package to her and she sat up and crawled to the end of the bed.
"Really? A gift for me?" She smiled happily and set it next to her on the bed. She carefully unwrapped it and pulled out a rather short dress, with bows, flowers, and lots of lace. She stood and held it in front of her. "It's beautiful! Can I put it on now?" She didn't wait for his answer. Instead she started stripping right in front of him.
Ishida stood there a proud smile on his face and a feeling of accomplishment. That had taken him just one day to make and it came out very nicely. She had the perfect body to wear the designs he made, with her long legs and very nicely shaped breasts. She was one of the best models in Japan after all.
She was standing there naked, a confused look on her face. Ishida blushed and looked away. She was not very shy either. This wasn't the first time he had seen her naked, she had asked him to stay with her when she had first woken up, and had even bathed in front of him!
He glanced at the other side of the room, towards the kitchen, hoping she would get dressed soon. "Shida-kun" She said coming up behind him, "where are the buttons? How do I put it on?" she exclaimed with the cutest look of frustration on her face.
He steeled himself and tried to look anywhere instead of her naked body. He hated buttons, so instead he had a zipper down the side that was partially invisible under the length of lace. He helped her put it on then admired his craftsmanship. It looked perfect on her.
"Are you gonna stay with me today, Shida-kun?" She asked, twirling in front of the mirror.
He could only stay for a few hours, after that they would miss him at work and he had to meet with Ichigo later to discuss what they were planning to do with Aizen. "I can't today, Orihime. I have a lot of work to do. Is there anything you would like for me to bring you tomorrow?"
She frowned but shook her head, "I made us lunch" she said pouting. She sighed and turned away from him, playing with her hair.
" I can stay for lunch." Ishida said trying to cheer her up. It worked. She got up smiling and hugged him then walked out to the kitchen where she began to set the table, humming to herself.
He should really take her home. He couldn't keep her here as his own personal doll. He could but people would probably start to wonder what happened to her. Not to mention where he goes missing for hours. For the sake of his sanity and her honor, he would have to. Otherwise he might end up giving in to temptation and using her for more than just his personal model.
Ishida sighed and frowned, he needed to clear his head and stop looking at her breasts. Orihime was done setting the table and she sat down waiting for him. Ishida looked at the spread she made. There was nothing that looked edible but he smiled uncertainly. "It looks delicious, thank you."
Orihime smiled and began to eat. Ishida held his breath and took a bite. … would it be inappropriate to ask to be excused then hurl? "Do you like it Shida-kun?" she asked looking at him weirdly.
He nodded and swallowed. He prayed someone would call him, the sky would start falling the building would collapse. Anything to get him away from …that.
He reluctantly picked up another forkful, steeling himself for another bite when luckily for him, his prayer was answered, his cell phone rang. Setting down his fork, relieved, he took the phone out of his pocket, careful not to seem to eager so as not to hurt Orihime's feelings. "Ishida speaking."
"Mr. Ishida, there is a man here to see you. I told him you were out, but he said it's important. That you have something that belongs to him..." He could hear the fear in her voice. He glanced over at Orihime who had stopped eating to look at him.
"I'll be down in a moment." He said to his secretary and hung up. 'I have to go Orihime, business. Thank you for the food though it was delicious." She looked a little sad but she smiled anyways.
"I made you a doggy bag!" she said handing him a bento. Undoubtedly filled with the horrid stuff she called food. "Be safe, and bring me more gifts." she said and kissed his cheek, then went back to eating.
He nodded and left. It seems Umesada finally realized that something had gone wrong. No trouble, Umesada was nothing. He'd handle him then get ready to meet with Ichigo.
Gin had arrived at his house in Kyoto, the air was a lot nicer there and it was sunny. She would like it here. She had loved swimming and going on vacations with him before when they had first began dating. He nodded to the two guards that stood side by side outside the front doors and they nodded back, separating to let him in.
The house was quiet. Maybe she was still resting? He walked into the main room and set down his keys. He could hear talking, it sounded like Moto and Kira. They had been the best of friends. He had ruined that too, although unknowingly.
The conversation ended when he walked into the room. Kira looked over at him then back at Matsumoto. "Where's Renji?" he asked .
"He said he had some business to take care of. He should be back later." Kira got up from his seat and gave Matsumoto a hug before leaving the room. It was just her and him now.
"How ya feeling Moto?" she looked like her regular defiant self, turning away from him to lean against the chrome table top.
"Like a prisoner. How else would I feel?" she bit out rolling her eyes. She hated him, hated the fact that he thought he could control her. She hated being anywhere in his vicinity. She had just begun to forget him, to think that she could go about her life as a normal person.
"You know you can do whatever you please here Moto, I just want you to be safe."
Bullshit. The only thing he wanted was control. To know everything was going as he planned. That was the kind of person he was. He was very meticulous and conniving. "I can be safe somewhere else. Somewhere away from you." She had woken up during the flight to this house and had heard Kira and Renji talking.
She had stolen something from Aizen. She didn't remember that though. She honestly couldn't remember anything from the past few days. She had flashes here and there, little snippets of images but nothing substantial. He was after her now and someone had been killed.
She had laid there listening to them for a while. Gin would be going to find Tosen. Tosen? The name sounded familiar, but she didn't know why. He had ordered them to take her to his villa in Kyoto to keep her safe while the fallout happened.
He was a monster. He was a killer. She knew that all too well. He had been amazing to her. They had met by chance and begun dating. He brought her to places she had never been, and had given her anything she wanted. She had been young, foolish, and in love. Her parents had loved him, had given him permission to marry her. She had been happy.
He was behind her now, she could feel the hairs on her neck stand up. He was evil, pure unadulterated evil. "Moto, you can't be that way. I just want-"
She pushed away from him but he held her tightly. He looked harmless but beneath his clothes was a strong lean frame of pure muscle. He was lethal in the most vicious unassuming way. To underestimate his strength was certain death. "I want to go home. You don't care what I want. You never cared about me. You only cared about the money"
He was silent. She was right. Her parents had owned a large, successful appliance manufacturing company, they had been very wealthy. She now knew that something else had been going on. Her meeting with Gin had not been one of chance after all, but an arranged one. She wasn't sure if it had been her parents or Gin that had set it up but they had planned for them to get married.
Her father had even changed his will after Ichimarou had asked her to marry him. Gin would get control of all his assets once they were married. A few days after the changing of his will, she had returned home to find both her mother and father dead. Shot execution style while they were having dinner. Who could have wanted her parents killed? They had been good people, they had never done anything to hurt anyone. She figured out why after wards though. Gin got everything. Her father's estate, his company, all the money.
He kissed her softly against the back of her neck. "I only care about Moto, all I do is for you." His voice had a tinge of sadness in it but she ignored it. He was a snake, the worst kind. He sounded sincere but she knew better.
Matsumoto pulled away from him, "You are heartless," he sighed but didn't let go of her. she could feel the softness of his hair against the back of her neck.
"Yes, I am now." He said letting her go and moved away from her. "Please stay here, Moto. I will be back shortly."
He had left already and she stood alone in the large kitchen. She could still feel the linger of his lips against her neck. Matsumoto took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It would pass, the feel of him, the warmth of his arms. She had thought before that he was the perfect fit for her, the way his body held hers. She had been an idiot.
Kira returned and she went back to fixing the sandwich she had been making. Kira had been one of her best friends, until she found out that he had been working for Gin the whole time. He was just like Gin, a killer. She had seen him deftly murder two men, his face emotionless like such an act was perfectly natural.
"I think I will go take a nap." She said handing him a sandwich and walking away. She still could not look at him without seeing that look in his eyes. Gin had no doubt forced him to kill. She walked towards her room, but paused as she heard Gin talking on his cell phone.
"…No, I won't need you. I have Kira and Renji to keep her company here." He paused as he listened to the person on the other side. "She still hates me." His voice had taken on the soft tone that was laced with sadness. "Moto is… Moto…she is stubborn." It was silent for a moment, then his voice was back to his usual smugness "I can handle him." He chuckled, "Do you forget who you are talking to?" he was silent for a moment "I don't expect a fair fight. I'm not gonna die if that's what you are saying…"
A fair fight? Oh that's right, he was going to be fighting Tosen. There was another flash of memory as she saw herself cornered by a large beast that looked like a bug with huge, dark wings. She heard a man's voice and then felt the sting of pain in her side. Tosen. He had been the one to injure her. Gin was gonna face him because of it…?
He wouldn't survive. Gin was strong but this was something completely different, this wasn't just another man he would be facing it was some sort of creature. He would be killed. Because of her. For a moment Matsumoto stood there frozen. He was gonna die…for her? No, she would stop him, but why? She didn't love him. She said it but her heart knew differently.
"Ya that's fine, talk to you later." She heard the click of his phone as he closed it and then heard his sigh. She pressed herself against the back wall as he walked out of the room and headed towards the door. His phone rang again and he paused to answer it. Matsumoto knew what she had to do. She went the back way to her bedroom. She could see his small plane out the window. She climbed down deftly landing on her feet and sneaking towards it.
She was safely hidden in the large closet when she heard Gin board. She saw him through the small slits sit in one of the seats. He was silent as he looked towards the other end of the cabin. He was not smiling. Did he know what he was getting into…?
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