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Chapter Three
Rochester, Oct. 29th., 4:30 am
Uryuu - Lisa - Mashiro
The car ride had been quite long, but it was expected after they made a few stops. One of them is to change vehicles and being informed about the seriousness of this mission. Lisa put down her phone and finally looked over to see Mashiro snoring away while Uryuu was reading the file about their mission. "Find anything interesting?" She finally asked.
Uryuu didn't pull his gaze up from the folder but answered her shortly. "Nothing really, except for the high influence of the Russian mafia in the UK. It's expected, but what I don't get is the influence of the yakuza and Mexican cartel. I understand the Camorra since Italy isn't too far away, but the other two don't make much sense. I now see why they sent us in, to investigate and report."
"We may also have to fight. We are entering dangerous ground." Lisa added.
It was then that Uryuu lifted his gaze from the folder and looked up to see the woman before him. The dimmed light in the vehicle was just enough to tell her appearance. Long black hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail, and red glasses sitting on her face made her appearance almost seem innocent in a way. There was nothing innocent though about this woman, Uryuu recalled, remembering the time in the plane. She wore a short skirt and a simple blouse with converse shoes with cute frilly socks.
Her partner was the complete contrast to her in looks, but both shared the same interests no doubt. Mashiro had vibrant green hair, reminding him of toxic waste. Where Lisa had turquoise looking eyes, Mashiro had hazel green. Both women were beautiful in their own way, but the more he looked at Mashiro and her odd jumpsuit that was tye-dyed, he wasn't too sure about her anymore.
"If I remember correctly, your crew are specialized in different types of fighting." Lisa nodded at him while looking over to Mashiro. "What do you specialize in?"
"Ninjutsu and weapons. I know how to assemble and disassemble a Barrett M82 with ease, and can hit a target past 1800 meters. It's actually my choice of weapon or my blade. Speed and agility make it almost impossible for you to ever make contact with me." She grinned widely, looking at the guy before her.
Taking note of his wire-framed glasses, and straight chin-length black hair framing his handsome sharp features, she couldn't help but smile at him. It was easy to tease this nicely, slender blue-eyed man. Everything about him screamed he was a prude and stuck up, even his clothes were expensive and neat, just like Shinji. "What about you?" She finally asked, watching him gain a faint blush and looking down immediately.
"Archery and Jui-Jitsu."
She waited for him to continue, but he remained quiet after that. He was a man of few words, and she could respect that. Besides, the vehicle finally came to a stop in front of a building that reminded her of a medieval castle. "So, this is where headquarters is located. I'm not surprised that they chose such an elaborate building to keep up with appearances." Lisa smirked, about to open her door but finding Izuru quickly opening it for her.
Stepping out along with Uryuu, they waited until they heard Mashiro groan and whine then plopping out of the vehicle. "Where are we, Lisa? When are we gonna go to sleep?"
"We will sleep soon, Mashiro. For now, we need to be alert and meet our new boss and get the details of the mission." Lisa informed, walking ahead while leaving Mashiro behind with Uryuu.
He watched Lisa venturing off with Izuru, leading them to where they needed to go. As he stepped forward, he felt a weight on his left arm and looked down to see Mashiro pressing herself and clutching to his arm while resting her head against his shoulder. "May I help you?" Irritation lacing his voice, but it didn't help as Mashiro just looked up and smiled while linking their fingers together. He was too tired to deal with anything else at this moment.
Flicking his wrist, he started to walk with Mashiro linked to him while looking at the watch. No wonder Mashiro crashed. It has been since 24 plus hours that any of them have slept. He will be happy once he got some sleep. The last thing he wanted was to be up for 48 hours, especially on a mission as crucial and sensitive as this one. "Do you think we will be sleeping here or will they be taking us somewhere else?" Mashiro mumbled softly, shuffling alongside Uryuu.
"I don't know. Can't you walk on your own?" He asked once more, knowing this woman wouldn't be leaving his side anytime soon.
"Silly, Ishida-kun! Why would I do that? You are so warm and cuddly." She grinned wide, curling closer to him and gripping his hand tightly as they finally reached the entrance to the castle. He groaned.
They reached Lisa and Izuru, who were both standing silently waiting for the large oak doors to open. Izuru then turned to them. "When you meet my boss, it's best not to comment on her hair. Not that she doesn't love the attention, she will get distracted and start talking about the most random stuff not related to the mission." As he finished, the doors suddenly came open, revealing a fairly tall elderly man in a tuxedo. His salt and pepper hair croft back neatly from out of his face, and a sharp nose and chin with icy blue eyes. "Morning, Fredrick."
Fredrick Albert Wright stared at the four people at the doorstep and eventually sighed as he opened the door to them. "Izuru, it is almost five in the morning. Could this not have waited until the Lady woke up?" He didn't bother hiding his irritation as he continued to walk over to the kitchen, having Izuru and the trio tailing behind him. He stopped and looked over to them. "You may have a seat at the dining table. Breakfast will be served in ten minutes."
Uryuu nodded, while Mashiro unlinked her arms around his and rushed to Lisa's side. The coldness replaced the warmth of her body, but he was happy for it. Being linked to that girl was a nightmare. Walking over to the large open room, he noticed the intricate details on the walls. The height was remarkable, and he felt so small entering this beautiful room. Paintings were placed in the large empty spaces of the walls, bordered with gold trimmings and roses which he noticed were carved from wood. Plants decorated the corners of the room and the large dining table almost took his breath away.
The beautiful cloth was placed on the black wood surface, and as he got closer he took notice of the handmade material. He was envious at the intricate beauty. The stitch work was so advanced, he never knew anyone to create something this close to what a machine was capable of doing. He looked up to see the table pieces and almost made a noise as the candles on the table were made of gold and the flower decor was stitched so well, it all looked so real. It felt divine!
"You doing ok there, Ishida?" Lisa asked, bringing Uryuu back from the clouds.
Turning towards Lisa, he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. Just never seen such beautiful decorations before."
Lisa smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping over to one of the chairs. "If I remember correctly, the lady of the house is one of the wealthiest people in England. She also is the daughter to one of the most corrupt politicians. Her family is really intriguing, but she is one of the few people in the criminal field that works for good." She pulled her chair out and quickly sat down, waiting for food to arrive and for their host to make an appearance.
Uryuu sat down next, followed after Mashiro who quickly leaned her head against the palm of her hand and started snoring away. "You seem to know a lot of the person we are about to meet."
"Do you not?" Lisa asked, cocking a brow at him.
"I'm afraid Urahara didn't care to elaborate on the people we are to be meeting. I barely know much about your department and everyone in it. How would I know about the lady who lives here or anything about criminals?"
"That is so strange. I figured your father would have said anything in relation to this mission. Especially considering how close your family works with Urahara. Well, if you have any questions, I don't mind helping you out there. We do owe you for giving you such a hard time on the plane." She grinned while winking at the blushing male.
Uryuu ignored her. He knew about his family being involved with Urahara, but he never bothered asking about it. It wasn't that he was able to anyways. His father and he didn't have such a great relationship. "Who is this lady that we are to meet?"
"Her name is Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck." Uryuu blinked at the name, turning his head to find Izuru and the butler standing near the table. "She goes by Lady Nel, and will be down shortly to greet the guests who will be staying here at the Odelschwanck Manor."
Manor? Did they consider this castle as a manor? This place is a freaking castle! Thought Uryuu, looking over to the other two women who seem not very enthused. "We will be staying here?" He had to ask.
"Yes." There was no follow up information, and it left Uryuu feeling more confused about this mission than interested. Why did he agree to that nutcase, Urahara?
Honest to their words, breakfast as soon served by the kitchen servants and not long after a woman with light green hair and hazel eyes came waltzing into the dining room. She wore a silk teal robe and a very short and revealing black nightgown. Uryuu stared at this lovely woman, her breasts rivaled the other two women's that he came with and the curves of her body danced with every stepped she made. She was the masterpiece of this house.
Lisa leaned over and tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Casanova, you're drooling." She grinned while whispering to the love-struck male.
Shaking his head, he quickly recovered and looked back to his breakfast. He felt a sudden loss of appetite for food. What he wanted was to explore that woman who was still wiping the sleep from her eyes and leaning up against the butler while complaining about being awake this early. Why didn't anyone warn him that the lady of this house was remarkably beautiful?
She stepped over to the table, taking a seat right beside Uryuu and he finally caught the faint scent of roses and bergamot and all he wanted to do was lean closer and inhale her. Instead, he watched her as she sat down and looked at the plate before her before grabbing the buttered scone and taking a bite out of it. The way her lips circled around the scone, her taking a bite and then licking her lips immediately after as she began to chew - he was captivated.
Suddenly a sharp pain was felt against his chin, and he looked down to see Lisa's foot retreating back as she kicked him. Looking up to her with a glare, he noticed people were talking and he had not been listening one bit. Fuck, why did I agree to Urahara's plan?
Reykjavik Oct. 29th, 9:39 am
Ichigo - Hiyori - Love
Ichigo yawned once more, waving for the waiter to refill his glass with another strong dose of coffee. It was midnight when they arrived in Reykjavik and that wasn't counting the 18-hour flight or the already seven hours of being awake prior to that. To only sleep for a hand full of hours and having to wake up at 8 in the damn morning and still wait an hour and a half later was beginning to annoy him further. And to make matters worse, he had sent a few texts to Orihime just to see if she was doing well and arrived safely and he heard nothing back.
He deserved the silent treatment, but could he not worry about her?
Running his hand over his face, he looked up to see Love Aikawa leaned back in the chair, glasses placed firmly up his nose and his arms crossed against his chest. Hiyori was leaning over the table, her hand under her chin, and her hoodie covering the majority of her face as she tapped the spoon against the surface of the table. It was October and this country felt like it was winter already. Bringing the scarf around over his lips, Ichigo looked around the coffee shop and noticed no one around. "By any chance, do you guys know how this person looks? Or who they may be sending? I haven't seen Abarai yet, and this entire coffee shop is nearly empty."
As soon as he said those words, some customers began to walk into the shop. Eventually, the place was half full, tables around them taken with guests ordering drinks and chatting about. "Nevermind on the empty shop," Ichigo muttered, leaning back in his chair and drinking his fourth cup of coffee. "Seems the place is full, with the exception of the people we are supposed to meet up with."
"Look, carrot-top, we don't know any more than you do. Unlike the others in our division, we just go with the flow and learn on the mission instead of gathering the intel beforehand." Hiyori grunted, looking up to glare at the male before her.
Ichigo just blinked at her, shocked at the words that came from her mouth. "You're joking, right?"
Love was the next to talk. "Not really. We gather just enough information on the targets to get by. But we prefer the element of surprise." Ichigo looked over to the other male, shocked that the man was actually awake and not asleep. "Keeps this missions lively and fun, ya know?"
"No, I don't know. This is my first time ever doing something like this, and I can assure you I have no clue what the hell I am doing. Urahara told me that I would be in good hands, but seeing how that's not the case, I can't help but worry about my life and the life of my friends." Ichigo snarled, pulling out his phone to dial Orihime's number.
Love reached out and grabbed Ichigo's phone. "I wouldn't do that." He warned, placing the phone into his chest pocket of his sweater. "Making phone calls internationally costs a pretty penny and we can't have anyone knowing who we do know." He pulled down his glasses, locking gazes with Ichigo. "Understand? This ain't no simple mission. We got to be careful."
Ichigo swallowed, looking over to Love and then Hiyori who only rolled her eyes and looked away from him. He nodded and took in a deep breath as he finished off his coffee and ordered another.
Another hour went by and the shop continued to hold customers left and right. He was growing impatient until they all heard the door to the shop open and in came Renji Abarai along with two other men beside him. Ichigo observed the other two men, noting the complete contrast to the guy on the left of Renji.
He was bald with a frown and narrowed eyes. He wore red markings under his eyes, along with a red shirt and black slacks and boots. The coat he had on had fur lining on the collar and end of the sleeves, black faux leather and a short staff in his right hand that he used as a walking cane. There was no mistaking that the cane was a weapon that probably held a dagger or extended out, but Ichigo had no proof of that just yet. Just gut instinct that this man who was walking in with Renji was dangerous.
The other guy was calm and short. Short black hair to his shoulders, and a wide smile with dopey eyes that made anyone around him smile. He wore a pink shirt with a picture that looked like a dweores character but something was different from this mechanical creature. The creature had a dot for an eye, but also a vertical line on the other side, and at the bottom read Hisagomaru. He also wore light blue jeans and sandals and carried a green winter coat.
Renji waved over at the blonde woman behind the shop's counter and pointed over to the trio sitting by the window. Ichigo, Love, and Hiyori looked from Renji to the woman back to Renji again. "I see you met the newbies, boss?"
"Boss?" They all said in unison, looking back to the woman who was dressed in black slacks, suspenders that were visible over the crisp white dress shirt and black vest that hid her large breasts. Her hair was short, barely touching her shoulders. Thick blonde lashes covering her aqua colored eyes, and olive colored skin that almost appeared golden to her hair color. They have been sitting here for the past two hours with the person they were supposed to be meeting up with, and no one at this table knew.
Renji walked over with the other two men, pulling up chairs to sit at the table and plopping down with a grin. "How are you liking the coffee? It's the best in the city." He asked Ichigo.
Ichigo was speechless. "What's the meaning of this, pineapple? We have been sitting here for hours. You could have told us that she was the boss we were supposed to be meeting up with." Hiyori growled out. Love nodded, and eventually, Ichigo agreed too.
"Didn't Urahara and Shinji tell you who she was? I am sure the documents they sent you guys had the information in them." Renji noted.
Ichigo groaned and looked over to the other two. "See! I told you we should have looked into this stuff!"
"Shut it, carrot-top!" Hiyori snarled out.
"Bite me, snaggletooth!" Ichigo leaned forward, baring his teeth at her.
"Hey! Calm down you two!" Renji laughed. "Let's talk business, alright? Let me introduce you guys to Ikkaku Madarame," His hand waving over to the bald man. "And Yamada Hanataro." He waved over to the short-black haired male.
Ichigo and Love blinked over to Hanataro, looking over to Renji than to each other. "What kind of stupid name is Hanataro for a guy?" Ichigo asked, looking over to Yamada who looked offended at his words.
"Enough!" Renji sighed, his eyes shut tightly in irritation. "Yamada is incredibly skilled at healing and very resourceful. No picking on the poor little guy."
"Little?" Hanataro frowned at Renji.
"Now, as you can see, we asked that you come to this shop cause it is our base of operations. Everyone in here is associated with us in some form. The group over there with the elderly men and young woman are in charge of the drug trafficking through Iceland, Russia, and China. They send their stuff over to most of Europe and Africa. The people sitting over there," He pointed to the opposite side of the cafe. "Are in charge of politics and law enforcement, those people you want as your friends. Don't piss off the short redhead chick, she is the chief of police and has ties to some questionable people all over Europe and Asia. Her name is Vivian Grace."
Renji leaned back in the chair, pointing to a few other groups around the restaurant, telling them who was who and what they were in charge of. He also noted that this cafe was neutral ground. No fighting was allowed in this place, and everyone was welcomed who sought sanctuary. Under the cafe was one of the black markets in this city, and held a few cells to lock away anyone who disobeyed the rules of this cafe. The building above this cafe was home to his boss, along with rooms that were used for sanctuary.
"Any questions?" Renji finally asked, looking at the trio. "No? Alright than. My boss, who you will also answer to is Harribel Tier. If you know what's good for you, you will call her Harribel."
"The last guy who tried to call her by her first name ended up in the cells down below," Ikkaku smirked. "She doesn't play nice to people who aren't formal with her."
They all nodded as they finally understood. "Now that we got all of that out of the way. You will all follow me. We will be meeting upstairs in Harribel's home." Renji rose from his seat and began to walk away, followed by Ikkaku and Hanataro. The trio moved quickly along, looking around as the other people in the shop ignored them and carried on their own business.
New York, Oct. 28th, 10:45 pm
Orihime - Shinji - Hachi
Orihime sat in the living room of the penthouse belonging to Shunsui Kyoraku. From what she had gathered from the last few hours of being here, he was in charge of the illegal gambling business that happened in New York City. They had all agreed that living nearby would be best in their interest, and with that, Shunsui had blocked the floor below his penthouse to be their new homes for their remaining visit. She couldn't complain. This place was enormous and beautiful.
At first, she thought it was Shunsui who decorated this lovely home, but she quickly came to find out it was his niece who decorated. There were flowers everywhere though. Some she never even seen before, and others she was sure didn't bloom in the middle of fall. This entire home was remarkable in its own way, and she was falling in love it.
Meanwhile, Shinji lifted Nanao up on the bathroom counter. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, while he quickly made away with her underwear she wore in that pencil skirt. Pulling back, he growled against her lips and looked at her with hunger in his eyes. "Two years, Nanao and you still can't keep your hands off me?"
She smacked his arm and glared at him. "You left me, remember!" She hissed out, trying to keep her voice down.
"And a mistake I often regret, I can assure you." He grinned, pulling on her hips to place her closer to him. She leaned back and braced herself against the back of the counter, watching as Shinji quickly made away with his pants, pushing them down to free his erect cock. "Ready for me, love? Remember, got to be quiet or your uncle will hear us." He wasted no time, placing the tip of his cock against her wet entrance and sinking himself deeply inside her tightness.
They both moaned, pausing as Nanao got used to his cock again. Reaching up, she covered her mouth as Shinji began to thrust into his ex-lover, causing her to bite down on her tongue as she felt the pleasure rising. His lips against her neck, his tongue playing with her ear. "Fuck I missed this."
Meanwhile, Shunsui Kyoraku sat at the table outside on his patio. He poured himself another glass of sake as he watched the city that never sleeps continue to sparkle in front of him. This place was better than his homeland. There was always something to do, and things to get into. Like right now, he knew his niece and Shinji thought they were being sneaky but he knew.
He always knew.
No amount of him trying to separate those two would ever stop them from almost eye-fucking each other whenever they were in the same place. He remembered when he ordered Isane and Brian to go pick up the trio from the airport when Nanao caught wind of who would be there. When he came downstairs into his living room, expecting to see the new guests only to see Isane and Brian playing chess, he knew what had happened. Nanao went to get them.
Sighing, he looked at his watch on his wrist and continued to drink. Isane eventually appeared beside him, and he looked over when he noticed the time once again. He must have fallen into a drunken nap, cause it was no longer 8 o'clock. It was now close to eleven. "Well, seems I have dozed off there. I suppose they are waiting for me?"
"Well, Orihime is still in the living room. Hachi went to his own home to check it out and take a nap. Shinji…" Isane wasn't able to finish as Shunsui lifted his hand up and silenced her.
He rose up on his feet and smiled at the woman. "I'm sure I know where he is at." He walked back into his room and headed down the hallway leading the downstairs living room. As he came up to the steps, he heard muffled noises coming from the guest bathroom and immediately rolled his eyes. Walking over to the door, he knocked.
"Fuck!" Shinji groaned. "Yeah?" He called out, still thrusting roughly into Nanao while covering her mouth with his hand.
"You two are horrible at being slick." Shunsui shook his head, leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs. He didn't bother to wait for his niece of Shinji. As he reached the living room, he noticed Orihime Inoue glaring at her phone.
Orihime watched as Ichigo's number popped up once again, waiting for her to pick up and answer. Instead, she hit the cancel button and was so tempted to send him a message to leave her alone until she felt another presence in the room. Looking up, she felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw Mr. Handsome walking up to her.
She took notice of his long, wavy hair that was no longer tied in a bun that he let freely fall against his shoulders. His eyes were warm and inviting, and he wore a kimono with a pink, flower robe over. This man was gorgeous in her eyes, and all she wanted to do was just stare at him all day. Swallowing, she finally smiled back and bowed her head. "Evening, Kyoraku-san."
"Please, call me Shunsui." He grinned, sitting beside the young girl. "They left you here all alone?" He pointed at her phone, curious about her expression earlier. "Were you trying to get ahold of them?"
She blinked at him and then shook her head. "Oh no! Nothing like that, Kyo… I mean, Shunsui-san! I was ignoring my ex who has been calling me and texting me for the past few hours now."
"Ex? Who is that?" He smiled, watching the young girl blush.
"Kurosaki Ichigo. I also work with him at Gigai and well, he broke up with me the other night." She looked down, feeling the tears she tried so hard to bury away. Suddenly, she felt a hand grabbing her chin and bringing her to look back at Shunsui. Her heart fluttered.
"The guy is a fool. Leaving a beautiful gem like you is such a crime." He smirked. And as if on cue, Ichigo began to call again. "Here, let me." He grabbed Orihime's phone and answered. "Hello?"
"Who is this?"
"Name is Kyoraku Shunsui. You must be Kurosaki Ichigo." Shunsui smirked, keeping his gaze on Orihime. "Orihime was telling me so much about you. What I don't get is why are you calling though?"
"Put Orihime on the phone. I need to talk to her."
Orihime shook her head, hearing the words from an angry Ichigo on the other line. "Looks like she doesn't want to speak to you. I'll tell you what, Kurosaki. Why not take this mission as some self-improvement and soul-searching? Calling Orihime while you two clearly broken up isn't going to help the poor girl from moving on. She's in good hands. Bye now." He didn't want for Ichigo to say anything else, and quickly ended the call and turned it off.
Handing it back to her, he smiled and watched as she blushed a bright red. "I wouldn't answer him until a week later, princess. A guy like that needs to learn." He smirked, about to say something else until he heard a rush of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Looking up, he saw Shinji and Nanao, whose hair was up in a messy bun and Shinji's shirt that was not buttoned properly. "If you guys are going to fuck, don't do it in my home." His voice was deep and serious, his eyes narrowing to the both of them. If he couldn't stop these two, then at least he could place the rule of them not fucking in his domain.
Nanao blushed brightly and quickly hid her face, while Shinji just lifted his chin and looked back to Shunsui. "Deal."
Tokyo, Oct. 29th, 7 pm
Chad - Kensei - Rose
Jushiro Ukitake sat steadily on his knees as he watched Chad, Kensei, and Rose walking into the private room of Hinokizaka Restaurant. He hadn't expected the boys to actually show up to such an elegant place. As a matter of fact, he had really hoped the boys would abandon this mission and not show up at all. What they were up against was dangerous and as much as he wanted The Malachai to cease to exist, he didn't want to put innocent, young people in danger. This was a war meant for the elders, at least that is how he thought about it until his boss, Yamamoto Genryusai, ordered Urahara Kisuke and Coyote Stark to investigate the abnormal dealings and strange occurrences that were happening between the Yamaguchi-clan and Bratva (The Brotherhood Mafia).
"Wow, this is a really nice place, Jushiro-sama." Rose mentioned, sitting down on the cushion. "This is their Kokushoan room, correct? Quite a lot of money for just a small meeting. I suppose we should get straight down to business then?"
"Jushiro is fine. I am not of high nobility, so no need in using such honorifics." He smiled softly, waiting for the waitress to enter to place sake and water on the table. "I hope you gentlemen don't mind. I took the liberty in ordering sake and water for us. Dinner will be coming shortly."
Rose perked at the mention of alcohol and quickly lifted his hand. "Hello beautiful, if you don't mind, can you also bring some of your finest wine?" Before she could ask what type, he smiled and finished. "Bring five of them."
Her eyes widen and she quickly nodded as she left the room to get the wine bottles. "Five bottles?" Jushiro asked.
"The guy loves wine," Kensei grunted. "He will drink it day and night. He and Shinji have a knack for shit like that." Leaning forward, he grabbed one of the sake bottles, opening it and pouring it into the saucer for himself. "But I agree, enough of the formalities and shit, let's talk business."
Raising a brow, Jushiro then shrugged his shoulders and began to pour himself a saucer also. "Well, to start off, I am sure you have read the files given to you by Hirako-san and Urahara-san?" They all nodded. "It's not complicated, we have someone who is messing with the most dangerous mafias, one of them being the Bratva and the other Yamaguchi."
Chad was the first to ask. "What is Bratva?" He didn't go for the alcohol, and instead poured himself a glass of water.
"The Bratva is the Russian mafia, also known as The Brotherhood or Solntsevskaya Gang. Their leader is Barragan Louisenbairn, who also goes by Time Keeper or Barragan the Reaper. His second in command is Szayelaporro Granz, The Mortician and is believed to be residing here in Tokyo." He informed the trio. "We believe that Barragan answers to someone else though, known as The Malachai, or that is the name that continues to appear in transactions and overseas banking information."
"The Malachai?" Rose raised a brow at the white-haired male. "I heard about the Time Keeper and also the Mortician. As a matter of fact, we have been trying to locate the Mortician for the past year, due to the string of kidnappings, sex trafficking and just recently the murders of the five women whose abdomens were cut from the neck down. Their autopsies reported several organs missing, and one spinal cord. How did you find the location of this monster?" His eyes narrowed, watching the male before him carefully.
Jushiro looked down and quickly downed his second saucer of sake. "I am sure you heard about Kurotsuchi Mayuri." Both Kensei and Rose nodded. "It was him who pinned down where this man would be next. We gathered enough information to send the guy to death row, but as luck would have it, we still can't exactly pinpoint his location. Tokyo is large with a lot of corruption. We got lucky to figure out the name to The Mortician, thanks for Mayuri."
"How was he able to figure it out?" Chad asked, drinking his water.
Before he could answer, the door slid open to reveal the waitress once more, bringing in the wine bottles and behind her a couple others who were bringing in the food. As they set everything down on the tables, they each bowed in respected and left the men to their business. The aroma of food filled the air, causing their stomachs to growl. Rose opened one of the bottles of wine, smelling the bittersweet scent and pouring himself a glass while Kensei and Chad grabbed their chopsticks and began to dig into the feast before them.
"Mayuri works as a pathologist and mortician, and a few years into his career he was teaching a couple students: Szayelaporro Granz and his daughter, Nemu Kurotsuchi. During this time, he noticed something strange with Granz. Missing limbs, organs, even tools began to disappear from the labs. When Mayuri finally captured evidence on a security camera, Granz was gone and eventually left the country." Jushiro informed, reaching out to grab a bowl of rice.
"Ah, that makes sense." Rose nodded, drinking his wine and enjoying the savory taste. "So, besides finding the Mortician, we are also to find the Malachai? Do we know anything else about this person? Are they a he or a she? Elderly? Young? It's obvious they are intelligent and clever, but we need more information to goon."
Jushiro only shook his head. "The only information we got was from Urahara and Stark, mentioning a name of who they think it may be." He swallowed the rice and quickly drank another saucer. "The name is Sosuke Aizen, but where he is located or how he looks is not available. We do know that he has a twin brother named Sasuke Aizen. They look exactly alike, except that Sasuke doesn't mess around with the criminal world."
"Their parents must've hated them with a passion. Naming those two so close, it's no wonder one of them decided to be the evil one." Kensei smirked, taking another bite of the steak in front of him.
Jushiro chuckled and nodded. "You're not wrong there. From what Urahara has told us, Sasuke was seen as the favorite child, even though he didn't have the smarts like his twin brother. There is bad blood between the two, even since Sosuke murdered their parents when they were graduating college."
"Fucking hell, that's brutal." Kensei shook his head. "Did they ever catch him?"
"From what Urahara said, Sosuke fled the country immediately and the parents weren't found until two days later when their bodies washed up on the shore of Lake Inba-numa. He used to work with Urahara and Stark until the incident. Ever since then, they never found him again but have reason to believe he is The Malachai."
Chad placed his glass down. "So, that is why you have us working together to find more information? No one knows us really, and it makes sense why Urahara kept our work and files locked tightly."
"Yes. This has been going on for some time now, but I'm afraid it has gotten worse in the past couple of years. Corruption in so many countries is no longer in hiding. Leaders are now eliminating terms, and more crimes are rising to the point where we aren't sure what is safe anymore. The mafias have been the main culprit in every incident, and now China is gaining a power hand in this game. We need to stop it before war breaks out and all is lost." Jushiro warned. "I'm afraid this will be the last time we talk face to face because, after this, we will no longer have any affiliation with each other. You men need to get deep into this hostile mess, and quickly before it's too late."
