A/N: here's another chapter for you guys. If this somehow feels like it's rushed, or if you see any errors, please do forgive me, because I finished this when I was up for 14 hours straight. Ahhh, you see this first part of this chapter was sitting for the past week or so but I haven't had the heart to post it. Anyway, feel free to flame.
I don't freaking own Bleach.
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Chapter 4: Disasters of Epic Proportions
I waited for the demon strawberry all night in nail biting suspense. It has already been about two or make that three hours, and I have not seen hide or hair of him. He should've been here by now, fucking my brains out. I pour myself another shot of sake. I wonder what's taking the evil one too long.
All of a sudden I hear footsteps approaching and I really do not know if I'm relieved or not. I brace myself. The door opens only to let Yumi and Ikkaku in.
I sigh audibly as I put the sake dish back on the coffee table. Yumi just raises his beautifully arched brows.
"You're still here?" he asks.
I shoot him a glare. "So what?"
"Considering what time it is, we are expecting that you'd either be in your bedroom or Ichigo's apartment, doing…"
"Say it and you'll regret it."
Yumi just shrugs. Ikkaku sits beside me and take a huge swig of sake straight from the fucking bottle. The asshole. "Oi, you should've gotten a dish of you own." The imbecile just looks at me blankly and takes another swig anyway.
"So, what are you gonna do? Punch me?" my head hurts just talking to someone like him, to think this man is my effing second in command. And where the fuck is the evil strawberry?
"Fuck it. I'm going to sleep." I stand up and trudge toward my bedroom. I know two pairs of eyes are following my every move. Before I could entirely close the door shut, I distinctly heard them talking.
"Idiot's still in denial isn't he Yumi?"
"He sure is."
I don't have any idea what the fuck they're talking about. I strip all of clothes except my boxers before I collapse on my bed and fall asleep.
For the fourth day in a row, I haven't heard from the demon strawberry. I allow myself to wonder if I am finally free from the humiliation he has imposed on me for the past ten years. And for once there is a glimmer of hope in the horizon. Maybe I could finally get laid with a girl or two.
On the fifth night, I am confident enough that the demon strawberry would not show his face. I decide to go out and enjoy for the first time in a decade. I head straight to Kabukichō, Shinjuku's red light district, where some of our businesses are based. I head for the Lily of the Valley, which is one of the strip clubs that we own.
"Renji-dono! What brings you here?" the manager Izuru greets me warmly. He is one of the few people who I trust and knows about the demon strawberry. "Don't you have a meeting with Ichigo-dono tonight?" he asks, his expression surprised that I am here at all.
My face grows dark at the mention of the evil strawberry's name and he backpedals. "My apologies, Renji-dono. How insensitive of me." He says nervously.
I wave him off. "It's no problem, Izuru. You know how strenuous it is for me to deal with him." He nods sympathetically. I am thankful that he does not pursue the issue. "Oi, you forgot something again," this time I send him a half assed glare, "didn't I ask you not to call me Renji-dono? It's just Renji dammit."
He chuckles in response. "But you are my boss. It's not a good example if I was to call you so informally in front of the others."
"Whatever dumbass. It just feels as if we haven't been friends for years." I just say, exasperated.
The blond man leads me to the VIP room, at the back of the club. This room, as they say, is where all the action is. And I am pretty determined to get some tonight! I look around expectantly, noting the wide plush couch spanning the length of the wall. The lighting is just right; it's not too bright, not too dark either. In the middle of the room is a low rectangular dais with a pole standing in the middle. Perfect. It's just perfect!
Izuru keeps on sending the alcohol in and before I know it, I am almost at my threshold. Then he just had to ask if I needed entertainment. My interest is piqued and I nod my head enthusiastically. He goes out of the room only to be replaced by a goddess of unimaginable beauty. Strawberry blond locks, a cleavage that leaves nothing to the imagination and long, long legs are what greet me and for a moment I sit here stunned. How it is that Izuru managed to send this club's top performer, Rangiku, to me, I do not know. I sure as hell am not complaining though.
Clad in a policewoman costume, she walks purposely toward the dais and then starts performing, wrapping her long limbs around the pole. One by one she takes the offensive articles of clothing while she seductively shimmies her hips and jiggles her assets at me until only her tiny thong and bra remain. I could do nothing against this. For years I have been deprived of this treat and I am going to take this chance to fill my need to my heart's content! (Insert evil cackle and clap of thunder here.)
She kneels in front of me and smiles tantalizingly. I made to grad her and nuzzle against her oh so soft chest. Heaven, this is heaven! Then she unbuttons my shirt slowly, raining butterfly kisses along my chest, teasing me.
"Ah, Rangiku-san, you're killing me." She smiles again as she unzips my jeans. If I hadn't been sitting in a couch, I would've cowered in embarrassment. It's—it's just not standing up…
Ever the professional, she smiles at me alluringly and assures me, "Don't worry hon, we'll have your boy up and raring to go in no time."
She strokes my cock with gentle tugging motions as I lay back and enjoy the ride. She takes me into my mouth, but funny enough, none of the expected heat pooled into my groin, not one shot of desire hit me. Suddenly a thought hit me unbidden… this woman cannot hold a fucking candle to my demon strawberry. It just made things worse, because twenty minutes later Rangiku-san still is desperately sucking on my cock but there is still no response. I know for sure her jaws must be aching like hell.
She stops then lifts her head up form my lap, eyes ablaze with anger as she pouts at me (I think it must've been hard for her to do that considering). "You are the first one to insult me like this!" then she picks pieces of her costume up and stomps out of the room.
I had the chance to finally get properly laid and I blew it. Why does my fucking body betray me at the most critical of times?! I drown myself in alcohol for the next few hours, despairing about my luck. Note to self: remind Izuru to pay Rangiku-san extra for the trouble.
"Oi, mind tellin' us what happened last night?" Ikkaku's voice rang through the room like cannon blasts, making my head hurt more. I send him the most hateful "go to hell" glare that I could muster as I rub my temples.
"Izuru-chan drove you home and you were practically in an alcohol induced coma." Yumi helpfully piped in. All three of us are in the kitchen, sitting around the island, eating breakfast. "And he also mentioned something about Ran-chan servicing you last night."
"If you already know, why the fuck ask about it?" I ground out. Bastards.
"Well, we want details, Renji-kun." Yumi answers playfully (of all people, only he can get away with this). I get a hold of myself before I stab an annoying someone with a fork.
"You do remember that the kumicho is requesting for a general assembly right?" Ikkaku thankfully changes the subject, but something in the way Yumi's looking at me tells me that the interrogation isn't over yet. But fuck, I nearly forgot about that. We have to go to Tokyo in about four days time and we have to be ready with all the paperwork and shit like that. If there's another thing that strains me more, it is my grandfather's grilling questions about the territory that I'm handling.
We finally arrive at the Yamamoto-gumi headquarters in Tokyo after a couple of hours' drive. The lavish ancient building has been in the family for the past hundred and fifty years or so but it wasn't used as headquarters until after fifty years ago. I was born in Karakura, but I grew up here, being home schooled by my grandfather himself before he sent me back to Karakura to further my training and take charge as the shateigashira.
"Man, I still cannot help but be awed by this place every time I visit." Ikkaku whistles admiringly. We left Yumi back home, as we're pretty sure he can handle the work most efficiently even without us.
We were welcomed by none other than Ukitake-san, one of my grandfather's trusted saiko-komon. He looks rather pale, and I think he's thinner than the last time I saw him. He is wearing a blue and white kimono, and it looks very loose on him. But he smiles warmly as he greets us.
"Ah, Renji-kun, Ikkaku-kun, I'm glad you made it safely." Behind him stood my childhood crush, who also happens to be his wife for the past two decades, Yoruichi. As they say, a woman is like fine wine, which gets better with age, and she is the epitome of that. She is the lone woman in Yamamoto-gumi history who ascended the post of a wakagashira. She smirks as she looks at me from head to toe.
"You've grown so much Renji-kun." Her husky voice sends delicious shivers up and down my spine. It makes me think of promises of really naughty things that are to come. I smile nervously. She just has that certain something that makes even the toughest men wallow at her feet.
The general assembly isn't as much about the business as much as the brewing enmity between the clan and an upstart group. I really wouldn't go into details about it; this isn't really the time for that. I feel really tired and cranky, because apart from managing the Karakura operations, I would also have to coordinate with Byakuya (he has one huge stick up his ass), who heads the Kuchiki clan, to give our businesses more legality so to speak. If Rukia (his sister, FYI) isn't one of my long time friends, I would've said no.
I am staying in my old bedroom. It feels comforting to have something like to this to go back to. I am halfway asleep when I hear a knock on the door. I curse, if I didn't know any better, it could be Ikkaku, who loves getting drunk on his ass. I sigh and stand up anyway to open the damn door. Lo and behold, it wasn't Ikkaku but it was… Yoruichi.
She was wearing a black coat and she has that same sexy smirk. I stand shocked, unmoving, then she opens the door fully to let herself in. She takes off her coat to reveal the sheerest nightgown I have ever seen. I back away slowly from her.
"Ah, heheh, Yoruichi-san, shouldn't you be in your quarters with Ukitake-san?" I ask nervously.
"But dear husband isn't really feeling well, his illness is flaring up again." She says as she steps toward me, until she has me up against the wall.
"Wouldn't he be upset if he finds out that you're here?"
"He is upset that he could not join us, Renji-kun." She purrs, her smile signaling the most pleasurable impending ruin. She leans against me and I feel the softness of her breasts against my chest. I can feel my heart almost jumping out of ribcage. I mean, Ukitake-san might be ill but I do know he is one of the deadliest men in the clan. He could really hurt me if he wanted to.
She pushes me to sit down on the huge bed (this reminds me of something, though I really don't want to dwell on it). She straddles me then lavishes me with kisses, on my lips, on my neck and on my chest. Oh fuck, this scene is something straight out of my past and I feel my cock go hard. (Damn you evil strawberry for this Pavlovian response.)
She pushes me to lay on my back then pulls my pajamas off just enough to expose my cock. She moans in delight then takes me into her mouth. I lose all sense of reason. Fuck it all.
I don't have any idea when she took her panties off, but she straddles me again to guide me into her hot moistness. I groan, and grasp her hips in response. But the next thing I know she punched me hard (boy, could she punch!) which made me wonder what I did wrong.
"Who the hell is Ichigo?"
Fuck.
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Some more author's notes:
A kumicho is the head of the clan. The wakagashira is the clan's second in command. A shateigashira is the local gang lord. A saiko-komon is an adviser and hence reports directly to the kumicho. Research material is provided by Wikipedia dot com.