Author's Disclaimer
I do not own/create Bleach (Anime) and/or its characters.
Though I wished I owned did own the below;
Renji, Byakuya, Ichigo, Jushiro, Shuhei, Sosuke, Gin, Mayuri, Toshiro and Ikkaku.
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Orihime Inoue has just finished making a call, when she ran her pretty fingers through her long orange hair, as she turned her attention back to the two men at her back.
"Well? If they won't come, we might have to drag them here or at the station," the orange-haired detective said.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, detectives. Our morning staff will be here soon," Orihime said. "Now, would you two detectives like some coffee or maybe tea?"
"Coffee for me," Ichigo answered without hesitation. He sure could use some caffeine right now.
"I'll be fine with tea, Miss Inoue, thank you," Uryuu replied, thanking the night-shift manager in return.
"Great! I'll get someone to get some for us then," Orihime said cheerfully as she called on one of the staff you get them some coffee, tea and some tidbits.
"Now, in the mean time, Miss Inoue, could you tell us what room is exactly facing the opposite building?" Ichigo asked the full-breasted woman in front of him.
"The room exactly facing the opposite building?" Orihime repeated his question.
"Yes," Ichigo responded, trying hard to hide his 'what-the-hell' face.
"Hmm," Orihime hummed a tuneless song as she dug the information from her brain. "I think you would be talking about room two-one-nine, but I'll need to double check." She continued as she walked over to the receptionists' counter – Ichigo and Uryuu following close behind her.
The tip of her tongue managed to crawl out of her barely open lips, as she concentrated on the computer screen in front of her. She began humming her tuneless song again, as she keyed in all the necessity information.
The three of them didn't say anything within the time Orihime searched for the information - which seemed like forever to the two detectives who needed information gravely.
"Yeap! Room two-one-nine is the one and it's rented to a man named Ryuu Takeshi. Apparently, he's staying with us for a week and he actually paid full in advance," Orihime said, breaking the silence between them.
'We would like to see this man," Ichigo said.
"Uh, most guest don't really like to be disturbed at this time of night," Orihime stated.
"Would you prefer a possible killer running around in this hotel then?" Uryuu asked.
"No," Orihime admitted as she bit on her lower lip. She looked away at some of the hotel staffs who were trying to shoo wandering guests back to their respective rooms, trying to avoid the glares from the two men in front of her.
"Then, if it's okay with you, we'd like to pay this man a visit," Ichigo said, his patience running thin.
"What about the coffee and tea?" Orihime asked.
"That can wait," Uryuu answered. "For now, we need to get on with our work, ma'am."
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The atmosphere in the grand room grew hostile as Renji Abarai stood in the middle of it. Armed men circled him, ready to pull the trigger if the red-haired guy tried anything dodgy.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi who wore a crisp black pinstriped suit, got up from his seat, standing in the middle of everything, smoked a cigar as he observed Renji. His is a handsome face, exotically tanned skin with a short royal blue colored hair. His eyes shone like a dirty yellow moon, and his mouth, now, displaying a wicked grin.
Apart from Mayuri's keen observation on Renji, he could also feel small black eyes bore into his own coming from the skinhead man who stood next to Mayuri's right side. There were red marking underneath his eyes, which made his appearance more intimidating.
And then there's a different air coming from the woman he had met earlier who was standing next to Mayuri's left side, his daughter. A gorgeous young woman, who, Renji can tell, held herself highly. Full of grace, she stood next to her father, too, eyeing the red-haired man in front of her. Allowing herself to display a smile that was barely there, available only to Renji's viewing pleasure. Her lean hands held on to each other as she rested them behind her body.
"Leave us," Mayuri said, as he broke the still silence in the room. He turned his attention to the bodyguards surrounding the room, nodding at them.
One command was all it took for the armed men to start moving and follow orders. They lowered their weapons as they shifted their guards down a notch. One by one, they bowed to Mayuri and exited the room, now leaving only Mayuri, the skinhead man and Nemu.
"Mr. Kurotsuchi, are you sure about this?" the skinhead man finally spoke.
"Yes, Ikkaku, I will be fine," Mayuri replied, looking back at him and then turning his attention to his daughter. "Go, Nemu."
Nemu walked forward but stopped when Ikkaku didn't budge from his standing. Now in par with Renji, she hissed out Ikkaku's name. "Ikakku! Come!"
Unwillingly, Ikkaku moved towards Nemu. Harshly shoving Renji with his shoulder, he stopped in between Renji and Nemu. Renji didn't as much as made a sound to the impact but his eyes showed bloody fury as they met Ikkaku's.
"Let's go, Ikkaku," Nemu said as she started walking towards the exit.
Ikkaku grunted as he copied Nemu's action.
Nemu closed the door behind her as soon as Ikkaku got out to the hall. She turned her attention to the armed men earlier, who now all stood in a line, half on one side and half on the other.
Nemu opened her lips to say something but Ikkaku had beaten her to it. "Don't let your guard down! If anything goes wrong, let me know!" he warned.
"Let US know," Nemu added in.
"Yes sir! Yes ma'am!"
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Orihime laid her pretty index finger on the button, softly pressing it, making the sound of a bell. Standing in front of the oak door of room two-one-nine, Orihime fidgeted as she, the two detectives and a couple of armed officers waited for someone to answer.
"No one is answering it," Orihime said finally, looking to the men behind her. "Maybe he's asleep."
"Try ringing it again," Ichigo insisted. "If he doesn't wake up, then use your main key."
"I can't do that," Orihime protested. "That would be an invasion of privacy."
"If you don't do it, it will be prevention in an investigation," Uryuu reminded her.
Fuming silently, Orihime pressed on the door bell again. No one answered.
"Use your keys," Ichigo said.
"Fine!" Orihime answered back.
Pulling out a key card from her suit, she slid it down the slot. The red light on the little box now flashed green and a sound signaled that they can now enter the room.
"You guys, stay here. Guard here, just in case anything happens," Uryuu said to the uniformed officers who were with them.
"Yes, sir!"
A cool breeze lingered on their skin as the three of them entered the dark room. A mixture of lavender and bleach engulfed their smelling senses, as they stepped further into the spacious room.
"No one's here," Orihime whispered.
"Then there's no need to whisper," Ichigo said gruffly.
"Oh yea," Orihime said, talking normally. "It is so clean and tidied up. It was as if no one stayed here at all."
Ichigo walked over to the window and looked outside. He could see crowds gathering below the hotel and the next building. The blue and red flashing, with a hint of white burst that came from the new photographs flash bulbs blinded him a little.
Just straight ahead, he could see the crime scene – a couple of CSI officers in overalls raked their way through the room.
"Ichigo," Uryuu started, but he was silenced with the raise of an index finger as Ichigo's phone rang.
With a click, he flipped his phone open to answer. "Kurosaki… Yes, Unohana? Nothing huh? Well, I'll need you to scan this room too. Look outside the window, yes, this room. Alright see you in a bit. Thanks, Unohana."
"Unohana? What did she say?" Uryuu asked as Ichigo slid his phone in his pocket.
"The only evidence indicating that there was another woman along with the deceased and the witness was the surveillance camera. There are foreign prints and their running it through AFIS now. Unohana's coming over here soon. We need to comb this room thoroughly if we're gonna catch this killer," Ichigo said with a sigh.
"Right. Another thing, it may seem like nobody's stayed here but some of the miniature liqueur bottles are gone," Uryuu stated.
"And he even cleaned the plates he used for lunch," Orihime added.
"Miss Inoue, we need to see the videos of your surveillance camera," Ichigo said, turning his intention to the now quiet woman, standing in the middle of the room.
"No problem," she replied.
A knock on the door interrupted their discussion, one of the uniformed police officer peaked in.
"Arr, sorry to bother you sir but the people you have asked are here now. Both the CSI and the hotel staff," he said.
"Right, bring the CSI team in," Ichigo said.
"Unohana, that was fast," Uryuu commented as Unohana came in carrying her signature case and some help.
"Work needs to be done," Unohana said softly.
"I know," Ichigo said. "We'll be leaving you now, you know where to reach me."
"Did you touch anything?" Unohana asked as her eyes glittered sharply.
"Tsk. I know better than to touch a crime scene," Ichigo commented.
"I wasn't referring to you Ichigo. I was referring to this lady right here," Unohana said, eyeing the full-breasted woman.
"N-no, no! I didn't!" Orihime stuttered in reply. Unohana may have a soft exterior but somehow her attitude showed the opposite of it.
"Okay then," Unohana said, her voice softening a bit as her concentration now focused on her work.
Down at the lobby Chizuro, Keigo and Mahana stood next to each other scared and confused.
"Hello, Chizuro, Keigo, Mahana," Orihime greeted them with a smile. "This is Detective Ichigo Kurosaki and his partner, Detective Uryuu Ishida. They would like to have a word with you all, so could we all go inside the surveillance room? That would be great."
They all entered a mediocre grey colored room full of monitors and big machines. They could see empty hallways, the lobby, the restaurant, the bar, the casino, everything all from here.
"Miss Honsho, it is to my understanding that you were the one who checked in a man by the name of Ryuu Takeshi?" Uryuu asked.
"Yes," Chizuro nodded.
"Can you describe what he looked like?" Ichigo asked.
"Unfortunately, I can't really say. His face was hidden behind a pair of sunglasses and a fedora. He is quite tall, with a rough voice. His eyebrows, they looked weird though. I don't know how to explain. We do keep a photocopy of his identification during checking in." Chizuro explained.
"Miss Inoue, we would like to see these documents," Uryuu said.
With a nod, Orihime left the room.
"What else can you tell me about him?" Ichigo asked again.
"He wore a black suit, and he never took his gloves off. He carried a suitcase which he never let go," Chizuro said thoughtfully.
"He is a good tipper," Keigo chimed in.
"Oh yes, he gave us big money as tip and he paid everything in cash," Chizuro added.
"Anything you might wanna add?" Uryuu asked the quiet Mahana.
"No, I've never seen this man in person," she said.
Soon, Orihime walked in the room, in her hand a couple of papers and she passed them to Ichigo. Image showed a man with short dark hair, sharp chin and thin eyes. "Let's look at the video."
They watched as Keigo opened the doors for him and when he registered at the reception. Then there he was in the hallway walking into his room. By noon room service dropped off his lunch and he never came out since he came in. Just ten minutes after nine o'clock, he walked out of the room along with the things he came in with and never came back.
"That's the man we need to look for…"
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The tension was still in the air even when it was just the two of them left in the huge circular room.
"Renji Abarai, care to have a seat?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi asked, shifting his weight to the other side of his leg. He had one of his hands in his pocket while the other held on to a three-quarter left fat cigar.
It took a while before Renji actually reacted to anything at all, moving slowly he walked to the chair that Mayuri had pointed to earlier. As the material of his pants and the leather of the chair came in contact, Renji could feel his ass slid back, making him lean back involuntarily. Immediately, Renji was in awe of the luxury that Mayuri owned.
"You like all these luxury, Mr. Abarai?" Mayuri asked, as if knowing what Renji was thinking.
And if Renji was surprised that Mayuri was able to read his mind, he didn't show it.
"Look Mr. Abarai, I'll be straight with you. I want you to work for me. Your works so far have been impressive," Mayuri continued. "And if you work under me, you can own practically anything you want."
Renji kept quiet.
"You need time to think?" Mayuri grinned. "Yes, maybe you do. I'll give you time to think. And you had better give me an answer within twenty-four hours."
"Then, are we done?" Renji asked, finally speaking for the first time since he entered the premises.
"Yes," Mayuri replied, still grinning evilly.
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It wasn't long before Renji stood next to his red BMW, ready to climbed in, have a nice bath and meal, but the barrel of a gun at the back of his head stopped him. Renji turned around to see the skinhead man earlier, his face full of menace and he looked into Renji's eyes.
"What did Mr. Kurotsuchi want with you?" Ikkaku asked.
"None of your business," Renji replied coolly, even with the barrel now on his forehead.
"Ikkaku!" a woman called out. Nemu walked closer to the two hostile men.
"Go back in, Nemu," Ikkaku said softly.
"No," Nemu replied. "You go back in Ikkaku or I will tell daddy."
Visualizing what Mayuri would do if he knew Ikkaku had threatened his new object, he lowered his gun down. Growling he started to walk away but then stopped in his tracks.
"Aren't you coming, Nemu?" Ikkaku asked.
"I'll come soon, you go first," Nemu said.
Nemu strutted closer to Renji instantaneously, when she knew Ikkaku's far from earshot and view. Raising her own gun to his temple, she inched in more closely. Her breasts and body now leaned comfortably against his own, her long lean legs now in between Renji's own.
Titling her head, she positioned her red lips only a couple of millimeters away from Renji's.
"Make the wrong choice, Mr. Abarai and you'll be dead," Nemu whispered.
Author's Note: Whoa! Finally! You know how many times I have done this chapter and every time something stupid happens and I'm forced to do it again. …sigh… But it's all okay now.