Lemony: Ok, its the middle of May and its currently 37 degrees where I live...I hate the cold, but I have my snuggie. Anywho sorry for that delay in updates readers my personal life has gotten hectic and I STILL don't have internet...*gets down on hands and knees and prays for internet* BTW pay close attention to this chappy, it won't make sense if you don't. And now without furthur ado...
"What the hell do you mean there's nothing we do?" Gin shouted angrily at the police officer sitting across from him in the living room of his home. Inspector Taro Shinju sat across from the irate silver-haired man with his brown eyes sober and listening to Gin rant.
After the heated argument between Gin and the unknown caller, he had long sense called the police. And Inspector Taro Shinju came straight over. The decorated police officer was head of Hotaka's case and if the Ichimaru's had reason to believe he was the on behind this, Shinju had to be sure.
"You don't know who called," Shinju said to Gin who was trembling with rage, "You don't know who is supposedly 'stalking' you. How can I make an arrest if we don't have a suspect?"
"Who needs a suspect!" Rukia spoke up shaking violently from her own fear, "Its Hotaka! He's the one calling! He's after me!"
Here Shinju's brown eyes went wide, "Are you talking about the same Hotaka Amaterasu? Escaped convict? Around 6'1? 157 pounds? Black hair, brown eyes, age unknown?"
Rukia nodded, "Yes him!"
Inspector Shinju had described Hotaka to a tee. The Inspector looked thoughtful for a moment.
"This changes things..." Shinju said with his voice trailing off. Gin was sitting with his arms folded glaring hatefully at the officer. The fox-faced didn't give a damn about shit anymore, Gin just wanted someone to slap the cuffs on this guy!
"If you believe its Hotaka contacting you, start keeping a log of his harrasment, every phone call, every email, every friggin telegram it doesn't matter."
Shinju continued,
"The more you have, the guiltier he looks. It'll be easier to file new charges against him that way."
Rukia's face fell, keeping a damn log wouldn't keep her safe at night! Gin saw his wife's fearful expression and his glare got hotter on the Inspector.
"And what should we do if he comes after one of us? A log won't stop that crazy son of a bitch from killing us both!" Gin snapped, he was too frustrated with this. Everthing had gone so wrong, so fast.
Inspector Shinju looked at Gin and calmly flipped his brunette bangs from his eyes.
"You want my honest opinion?" Shinju said, "Buy a gun. I wouldn't normally suggest that but, Hotaka is dangerous and I don't doubt what you're telling me."
Rukia's eyebrows furrowed. Guns and violence is what got her into this situation, but at this point she didn't give two flying fucks anymore. Rukia would steal every gun from the Russian military because she was that desperate for protection.
After all, the police sure as hell weren't helping.
"Mrs. Ichimaru," Shinju said seriously, "May I tell you something?"
Rukia swallowed hard and then nodded. The Inspector steeled himself because this wasn't going to be easy.
"You're not the only one getting threaten phone calls of this nature. The others who testified against Hotaka have all had the same experience this past month. Maybe you should get in touch with one of them, maybe then you won't feel so alone."
He continued,
"Its against policy for me give you this information but I feel you need it. I won't tell if you wont, Mrs. Ichimaru."
Shinju began to scribble the infromation down a piece of paper and then handed it to Rukia. There were a total of three people on the list. The raven-haired girl was now choking back tears. So she wasn't the only one Hotaka was tormenting.
Rukia skimmed the names of the people on the list.
~Miko Souta
~Suzume Taichi
~Takashi Natsuko
She didn't recognize any of them but Rukia would be sure to call at least one of them. Shinju spoke,
"A word of caution Mrs. Ichimaru, Hotaka is extremly dangerous and violent. He's an opportunist. He'll take any chance you give him to get to you. Lock your house down at ALL times. Carry some form of protection, have the police on speed-dial, and if suspect anything,"
Here Shinju pulled a business card from his suit jacket, "Please don't hesistate to call."
Gin snatched the business card with a low sneer, he kept his red eyes glowering at the brown-haired police officer. Shinju swallowed and then finished explaining everything Rukia and Gin should do to protect themselves.
Once Shinju left Gin immediately logged onto the internet. Rukia was still sitting in the living room hugging herself and trying to process her thoughts. How could all this happen? What had she done to deserve this?
Meanwhile, the silver-haired man was searching for a nearby gun store. He couldn't handle this. Some deranged killer was stalking his wife, the police weren't doing a goddamned thing, and everything was just...
The fox-faced man could feel the veins in his neck pulsating, Gin held his anger in for so long and now he was threatening to explode.
Regardless of what Rukia said, Gin was buying a fucking gun.
"Gin," Rukia said softly approaching him, "I...I want...I want you to buy a gun..."
The raven-haired girl was leaning over his shoulder at his laptop computer screen. Gin looked over his shoulder with his eyes soft.
"I'm only getting this for our protection, once this is all over I'll get rid of it...I promise. Everything is going to be ok. Listen, try to go get some sleep. I'm right here if you need me."
When Rukia didn't immediately start walking Gin stood and escorted his trembling wife upstairs. The silver-haired man lovingly tucked her into bed and then returned downstairs to finish his search.
Rukia curled up in bed staring out of the window. What if Hotaka was watching right now? The thought itself made Rukia leap out of bed and shut the blinds as tight as they would go. She crawled back into bed but jumped when she heard the phone ringing. With a shaking hand she looked at the caller ID, the name read Miko Souta. The younger Kuchiki recognized the name from the list.
"Rukia? Who's that calling?" Gin called worriedly,
"Its ok, it one of the people from Inspector Shinju's list." Rukia replied, she then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Ummm...may I speak to Rukia Ichimaru?" The voice on the other line belonged to a woman, she sounded terrified.
"This is she," Rukia said,
"Hi uh...Inspector Shinju um...he gave me your number. He said that you were..."
"I know, he said the same thing to me." Rukia said, Miko chuckled nervously on the other line.
"Listen he said I should call...just in case..."
"I understand, I was going to do the same thing." Rukia explained, it actually felt somewhat comforting to know someone else was just as scared as she was. "He said we could confide in each other...don't be scared."
Rukia couldn't even sat her own damn advice, she was scared to death herself.
"Thank you, I needed that...um, if you should ever need to talk, please give me a call."
"I will, thank you Miko."
"Bye."
"Goodbye."
That short conversation made Rukia feel a little better. There's strength in numbers, right? Hotaka couldn't take all of them, and then add the police, he was greatly outnumbered. The raven-haired woman sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
Against her better conscious she clicked on the TV and decided to watch the news to see of they had said anything about Hotaka.
"We come to you live with tragic news," The newscaster exclaimed, "Suzume Taichi was found dead in her home ealier today by authorities. The details of her death are currently unkown, however acorrding to our sources, Taichi was shot to death with the fatal shot to the head. The fatal calling card of Hotaka Amaterasu."
The newscaster continued,
"Police speculate that responsible for this dreadful murder. It is apparent the city is no longer safe for anyone. Citizens are advised to be in their homes before dark, lock your doors and windows...and don't travel alone."
Rukia placed a hand over her mouth to keep her frantic wail from being heard. Gin heard the muffled sound and bolted upstairs. He found Rukia on her knees in front of the TV crying her eyes out. The fox-faced man snatched the remote off the bed and rewinded the DVR. He watched the news broadcast with his heart beating wildly against his chest from what he heard. Every muscle in Gin's body became numb and he sank onto the edge of the bed with his eyes hard. Once the broadcast was finished, Gin silently clicked off the TV.
Then the phone rang.
Rukia picked it up quickly not even looking at the caller ID.
"Miko!" She cried thinking the other tormented woman had seen the broadcast. "Oh my God! Have you seen the news?" Rukia cried, her eyes glazed over when she heard a deep, throaty chuckle on the other line.
"Saw the news, Rukia? I caused it...poor Suzume, she struggled so much. But she was so much fun to...hehe...play with...the way she moaned, oh she was so fucking tight..."
"You're sick!" Rukia cried finally letting all her emotions out, " You demented bastard!"
"Ouch," The voice said sarcastically, "That hurt my feelings...now I'm gonna hurt you."
"Rukia, hang up the phone!" Gin demanded thru gritted teeth,
"Tell your husband to shut the fuck up. Doesn't he know its rude to interrupt a conversation?"
Rukia's mind was completely blank from anything beside the terror creeping into her psyche. This couldn't be happening...
"Hang up the phone, Rukia!" Gin yelled crossly, Rukia was shaking, she couldn't even process what Gin had said.
"Oooohhh, someone is angry." The voice laughed, "So now that leaves Miko, Takashi, and you...but I think I'll save the best for last...
"HANG UP THE FUCKING PHONE!"
"Hmm...your husband might pose as a problem..." Here the voice let out a laugh that would send chills up the devil's spine. "I suppose I'll have to kill him first..."
Before the voiced could finish that statement, Gin snatched the phone from Rukia and immediately hung up. Furiously, he ripped the batteries out of it and sent them hurtling across the room. Rukia jumped when she heard the batteries smash against the wall.
"Do not pick up this phone without looking at the caller ID! Dammit, Rukia!" Gin was so enraged he stormed from the room and slammed the phone on the hook. He plopped down on the couch downsatirs and brought his hands to his face. Gin Ichimaru was an otherwise patient man, but this...this...this wasn't something to test one's patients.
Rukia kneeled near the bed and just cried. She was praying to God this would just end, just go away.
This had to be a bad dream, and soon she would wake up from this wicked nightmare. But this was no dream...
This was tearing her apart, and it was tearing Gin apart.
Sadly, they couldn't do anything about it.
Lemony: Oh my, not good. Not good at all. Anywho like I said, my personal life is very hectic and STILL no internet (something's gotta give sooner or later)...REVIEW!