Disclaimer: Bleach, characters and their stylish clothing belong to the great Kubo Tite ie All not mine.
A/N: Last bit of the stuff I wrote in the past. Current pending continuation.
Killer Fashion
Chapter 3
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~The Police Station~
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There were a few policemen scattered throughout the police station, but they all looked frustrated, tired and very, very busy.
Ichigo edged cautiously into the office area, up to the reception counter and said, "Um, I would like to report a robbery."
The policeman—no, policewoman, there's no mistaking that with the amount of cleavage she was revealing—on duty looked up from her magazine and regarded him with a raised eyebrow.
She's very beautiful, with long wavy hair and sultry eyes, but this impression of feminine grace was erased almost immediately when she hollered across the station, "Oooi Zaraki, there's a sucker here for you!"
"Fuck off Matsumoto!" A shout echoed back from the same general direction.
She then turned to Ichigo and said briefly, "Room 11, to your right and keep going."
Then she kicked her legs onto the table, shifted into a comfortable position and went back to reading her magazine.
Ichigo muttered a thanks, which Officer Matsumoto barely acknowledged, and started apprehensively for Room 11 and Officer Zaraki.
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When Ichigo walked past cubicle 9 and rounded the corner to table 10, he caught sight of 2 police officers smoking in the stairwell, looking more like gangsters than servants of the Law. One of them wore dark shades and the other had a gleaming shaved head, they both glared at him for looking and the bald one made a rude gesture.
His impression of the police greatly diminished, Ichigo entered Officer Zaraki's office with low expectations.
Officer Zaraki met those expectations and brought them crashing down into the negative zone.
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"Officer, I'm here to report—"
BANG! BANG!
Two shots rang out and Ichigo froze in horror. There were 2 new, smoking holes in the wall right beside him.
"Who let you in? Get the hell out of my office!" The tall, dark and menacing officer sneered at him, gun still in hand.
"Are you crazy?!" Ichigo exclaimed in disbelief, "That could have hit me, you asshole!"
Officer Zaraki ignored him and shouted out the door, "Ikkaku! You useless piece of shit! I told you not to let anyone in!"
"You're on duty today captain," someone shouted back.
"What the fuck! Who the hell do you think I am? I'm a fucking Lieutenant, I don't have office duty!"
"You're being punished for the last time Yachiru trashed the Superintendent's office, cap."
"Fuck! I'm never letting that kid in here again!" Zaraki grumbled then glared at Ichigo, "All right. What do you want?"
"I just want to report a robbery," Ichigo snapped, "I need the police report to claim my laptop insurance."
"Sit down, kid," Zaraki opened a drawer and dug through the mess of paper inside, finally pulling out an extremely crumpled form. He smoothened it haphazardly on his desk and tossed a pen at Ichigo, "Fill this in and don't say another word to me."
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While Ichigo worked on the form, Zaraki was on the phone with about 3 different people at the same time. He was mostly shouting things like "Fuck you! What the hell did they teach you in fucking police school? Useless piece of shit!" into the speaker.
This continued even when Ichigo had completed everything. He sat impatiently and waited for Zaraki to finish shouting at the person on the other line, not quite daring to interrupt the other in the middle of his verbal abuse.
When the other man finally slammed his phone down, Ichigo shoved his form forward eagerly.
Zaraki glared at him, "What the hell are you still doing here?"
"I already said I need a copy of the police report to claim my insurance," Ichigo glared back.
Although he was visibly pissed off, the officer picked up Ichigo's form and started reading. Surprisingly, it seemed to have caught his attention.
"This happened yesterday night in Narajuku?" Zaraki looked at Ichigo seriously for the first time.
Ichigo nodded silently, slightly wary of his sudden change in attitude.
"You said the robber is a fat guy of average height…"
"He was about my height," Ichigo clarified, "I'm 174cm."
"Was he wearing a black duster, kind of unshaven?"
"It was dark, but that sounds about right," Ichigo looked up in surprise, "Do you know the culprit?"
"Not personally," Zaraki said grimly. He opened a file and pushed a photograph in front of Ichigo, "Was this the guy that robbed you?"
It was the robber from last night…but with a gaping hole where his heart used to be. The wall he slumped against was splattered with blood and his face was twisted into an expression of extreme horror. Though just a photograph, it was enough to turn Ichigo's stomach.
"Wha-What happened?" he asked weakly.
"Why don't you tell me?" Zaraki replied, smiling nastily down at him.
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TBC