A/N: Thank you to my reviewers so far. I appreciate you all :)

Deuces: some of the initial parings may not be the ending parings *wink wink* lol

Hmm, I might be slow to update this story after this chapter. I think I will focus on my more popular stories since it doesn't seem like too many people are interested in this one. Hey, I like it tho lol.

Onward to this chapter which contains Violence, Alcohol, Foul Language and Sex

Chapter Four: Searching

Renji

Renji thought he would have felt much better when he awoke the next morning. His muscles were relaxed from the sex, but his stomach was turning and his head pounded. It seemed as if the shots of Kazeshini had finally caught up with him. As he lied there contemplating whether or not he wanted to make breakfast and take an Aspirin, a very sweet smell permeated his room, overtaking its usual scent. Swinging his legs over, the twenty two year old man left his bed and put on his gray sweatpants to cover his ample package.

He walked down the hall and into the kitchen where he found Momo making breakfast. Dressed in a white t-shirt and short, pink shorts, the girl happily smiled at her roommate.

"Good morning, Renji," she said when he took a seat at the island. She smirked as he wobbled a bit. "Are you hung-over?" Renji groaned as he adjusted to the room's fluorescent lighting. The rattling of cookware agitated him.

"Yeah, I am." He watched her as she skillfully moved around in the kitchen. "Something smells nice." She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"I'm making peach waffles. You want some?"

"Sure, thanks. It might help this hangover for sure." Momo chuckled and shook her head. She set a plate of waffles in front of him.

"You guys are ridiculous with your drinking. Shuhei and Izuru are still in their rooms passed out." Renji smirked as he poured syrup over his breakfast.

"Yeah they did shots of Kazeshini. Those guys were wasted when I left. That's why I called you to see if you could pick them up after your shift."

"Yeah you had me do your dirty work because you wanted to be a little slut last night."

"I can't help it if I'm hot."

"Oh, whatever. But speaking of last night, what happened to your truck?" Renji's eyebrows rose as he chewed the delicious waffles.

"What do you mean?"

"When I left this morning to get groceries, it had scratches all over the right side. Did you scrape something on your way home?"

"Nooo?"

"Oh. We'll whatever happened, it looks bad." His face still holding confusion, Renji quickly chewed the bite of peach waffles and set his fork down. He got up from the island and jogged to his room to put on snow boots and a sweater. When he came back, he brought one of his coats for Momo.

"Come show me what you're talking about," he said before opening the door. Momo quickly buttoned up the dark, wool trench coat and led the tall man out the door.

"See? That's what I was talking about," Momo said pointing as she and Renji walked up to his apple colored truck. His eyes widened and a large gasp escaped him.

"What the hell?! Somebody keyed my fucking car!" He rushed over to feel the long and deep scratches on the passenger's side. Momo's eyes widened as well.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! These are definitely from a key. Man, what the fuck! I bet it was that fucking prostitute who did this!"

"Prostitute?"

"The girl from last night was a hooker. I can't believe this!" Momo's mouth dropped.

"Renji! You had sex with a hooker?!"

"I didn't know that she was a hooker at the time. I didn't find out until afterwards. She got mad when I didn't pay her so I guess she went after my car. Man what a – ugggh!" Renji angrily turned and quickly walked back to the apartment with Momo jogging to catch up with him.

A slew of vulgar language left the red head when they were back in the heat. He angrily kicked off his boots and yanked his sweater over his head as he walked down the hall to take a shower. As Momo sat in the kitchen listening to him swear, she couldn't help but be amused.

"That's what he gets for acting like a whore," she chuckled to herself before taking a bite of her breakfast.

-.-.-

Renji's day seemed to get worse as the minutes ticked away. The lead mechanic at KC Wheels, Kukaku Shiba, teased him relentlessly when he told her what happened. While he didn't mind the teasing so much, what she said next upset him. She told him that the scratches were so deep that she wouldn't be able to fix them for a reasonable price considering her skill. She would have to charge him double. However, she did give him the name of a mechanic in the nearby Naruki City that would charge him less. As he drove through the busy traffic, he hoped that what Kukaku told him was true.

The lead mechanic at NC Wheels whistled loudly when he saw the truck. Renji shook his head, agreeing with the sentiments.

"Boy, somebody must hate you." the mechanic joked as he wiped his oily hands on a towel. The cigarette in his mouth bobbed up and down as he talked. "Ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah, something like that. Um, Kukaku Shiba sent me here. She told me to ask for somebody named . . . 'Dirty Boots'?" The mechanic took the cigarette out and ashed.

"D.B. huh? These scratches must be deep if she sent you here." He looked over his shoulder and put a hand to his mouth. "Oi! D.B.! You got a customer!"

"Hold on, hold on. I'll be out in a sec." Renji froze upon hearing the voice. That voice. I know that voice. His suspicions were confirmed when 'Dirty Boots' came out of the garage. Mimicking his feelings, her eyes widened when she laid eyes on the tall man.

"What in the hell?" she thought out loud. The lead mechanic's eyes bounced between them.

"You two know each other or something?" Shaking out of her trance, the woman shook her head.

"No . . . I was – I was talking about the car."

"I know right. His girl got him real good." He walked over to the woman and laid a hand on her shoulder. He gave Renji a reassuring smile. "But don't worry. You're in good hands. If there is anyone in the world that can fix that, it's Jackie."

Renji and Jackie continued to stare at one another in silence after the man's footsteps had long faded. Coffee and hazel eyes clashed in a silent war. Jackie was the first one to break contact. She wiped her oily hands on her navy jumpsuit, which Renji had to admit flattered her curves. She walked over to get a good look at his truck.

"Wow, these really are deep. I'm not surprised someone would want to key your truck." Renji rolled his eyes.

"That wouldn't be bitterness talking, would it?"

"No. You're a cop so naturally you must have enemies. Am I wrong?" He bit his bottom lip, hating to admit that she was right. Jackie took his silence as affirmation anyways. She rubbed her fingers over the truck's wounds. "Give me a day. I should have it back in good condition by then."

"How much is this going to cost me?"

"Hn. About 9,000 is a rough estimate. Renji grimaced upon hearing the price.

"9,000 yen, huh? And you're sure I'll be satisfied with the results." Jackie stood again and scoffed.

"You don't think I can fix it can you?" Renji gave her a "wtf" look.

"I didn't say that. What are you talking about?"

"You're making it sound like I don't know what I'm doing. I can fix a 2004 just fine, thank you. I'm a damn good mechanic."

"I – I never said you weren't. Chill out." Jackie sighed and held out her hand, putting the other on her hip.

Renji quickly dropped the keys in her palm, his chocolate eyes still warring with her hazels.

"Come back this time tomorrow. It'll be ready." She quickly turned on her heels and sashayed back to the garage. Renji couldn't help but notice how good her plump rear looked in the jumpsuit.

He walked out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk. He didn't plan on spending his day in Naruki City. However, since he had the day off, he thought he should check out the scene.

Jushiro

Diligently working at his desk in Station Thirteen, Jushiro tried his best to square things away for Sentaro before his surgery the following week. Finishing up his last bit of paper work, he was about to call it a day. That is, he was until his phone rang. Sighing from exhaustion, he reluctantly answered.

"Ukitake-taicho," he greeted, the wear and tear of the day clear in his voice.

"Ukitake-taicho, hello. This is Akon. I'm calling you about the results from the DNA scan at the crime scene from the other day." Jushiro perked up upon hearing this news.

"Oh hello, Akon," he said, sitting up and leaning forward as he listened intently to the next words that were about to come out of the man's mouth.

"It turns out that the DNA found at the scene did belong to a member of the Vandenreich. They were from a guy by the name of As Nodt."

"As Nodt?"

"Yes, Sir. We are 99.9% sure it was his DNA."

"Alright, I will issue a warrant out for his arrest before I leave today. Thank you, Akon." Jushiro smiled as he hung up the black phone. Happy that the suspect had been identified so quickly, he felt optimistic about the chances of catching him. If they could manage to arrest As Nodt before he went into surgery, it would be the icing on the cake.

Reclining back in his black, swivel chair, he took a moment to bask in the good news. However the jubilant feeling was quickly interrupted by another call, this time on his cell. Jushiro rarely took personal calls while on duty, however when he looked at the screen, he saw that it was Toshiro's after school tutor. Hmm, I wonder why she's calling.

"Hello, Ochi-san," he greeted in a warm and friendly tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, Ukitake-san. I'm sorry to bother you while you're at work; however I was calling to see if Toshiro was going to be able to make it to our session today." The white haired captain scrunched his nose.

"Toshiro was supposed to be dropped off earlier by Isshin Kurosaki. He, Karin and Yuzu were supposed to come together."

"The Kurosaki twins are here but Toshiro did not accompany them. As of matter of fact, he has been absent for the last few days. I was calling to make sure that everything was all right with him." Furrowing his eyebrows, Jushiro stared down at his desk confused. Was Toshiro really skipping his tutoring sessions? That wasn't like him.

"Everything is fine, Ochi-san," he lied, faking a smile to hide his confusion. "I will make sure that he is prompt for the next session. Thank you for calling me." Jushiro immediately dialed Isshin after ending his conversation with the teacher. It only rang once before Isshin's cheery voice filled the line.

"Jushirooo! Hey friend, how are you?! How ya feelin'?"

"I'm fine, Isshin. Thank you. Listen, I have a question. Did Toshiro ride with you and the girls to the tutoring lessons at Karakura High?"

"Nope, can't say that he did. Come to think of it, I haven't seen my little Shiro in a while."

"By a 'while', how much time do you mean?"

"Hmm . . . well the last time I saw him was when he helped Karin with her history project. That had to have been like two weeks ago." A surge of anger went through Jushiro at that moment. Toshiro had just told him last night that he was going out to study with Karin. The teenager had been lying to him the whole while. Gripping his phone tightly, Jushiro thanked Isshin before hitting the red button.

The normally friendly captain barely said a word to anyone as he left his job for the day. As he stared angrily at the road in front of him, he wandered what his nephew and that new girl of his had been up to lately.

Byakuya

This had not been the way he planned to start his Sunday. Byakuya absolutely hated being called to this particular type of crime scene. He loathed it. He would much rather investigate a homicide, as morbid as it sounded.

"Please, take this Kleenex," Renji said softly as he handed the bruise covered girl in front of them a tissue to dry her eyes. The girl thanked Renji with a nod and wiped the tears that streamed her face.

"Now, could you please tell us what happened?" Byakuya asked, his voice calm and smooth. He didn't want to further upset her. She sighed deeply and eyed her lap.

"He . . . he came into the bedroom and . . . pushed me down on the bed," her voice cracked as she spoke of the horrors of what occurred earlier in the Inuzuri apartment. "He forced my legs apart and told me 'if I screamed, he'd kill them'."

"Your brothers?"

"Yes. So . . . I begged him not to do it but his partner told him that 'they had to kill them or else the boss would be angry'. He told his partner he would help after he got done with me. And then . . . and then . . . he –" She began to sob again. Renji softly rubbed her shoulder.

"That is okay, Ms. You don't have to tell us anymore, we can figure the rest for now."

"You haven't showered have you?" Byakuya bluntly asked, ignoring Renji's promise to end the questions. She shook her head.

"No, but I want to really badly."

"You must not. Do not shower until you've been examined. We have a better chance of catching the assailants if we have more DNA." She choked back tears but nodded.

"O – Okay," she managed to say in between sobs. Byakuya turned.

"If you would excuse us." Renji gave the woman another pat before following his captain out of the bedroom and the apartment. Exiting under the yellow tape, the two high ranking agents walked outside onto the lawn where lower officers were loading two deceased bodies in the back of corner trucks. Renji shook his head as he watched one of the truck's doors close.

"Captain, who do you think could have done this?"

"From the young lady's testimony, it seems that it was Aizen's men. The descriptions of the men sound like Nnoitra Jiruga and Zommari Rureaux." Byakuya turned his head to see another officer hurling out three large bags filled with illegal drugs, mainly cocaine. "I suppose that Jiruga and Rureaux were after these narcotics. Either that or they were storing them here."

"Why do you suppose they didn't kill her?"

"That, I do not know but I have my suspicions. Reports have indicated that Jiruga prefers to toy with his victims for a while before he actually kills them. He probably will return to finish the job in a few days. She definitely doesn't need to stay here." He closed his folder and turned to his trustworthy lieutenant. "I know that it is customary for us to send rape victims to Karakura General for examination; however I want you to send her to Junrinan Hospital. I would like for Dr. Isane Kotetsu to examine her."

"Sure, Captain, but why?"

"Dr. Kotetsu is one of the best OBGYNs in the country and I'd feel more comfortable about this case if she does the examination. I want to catch these bastards immediately before they do this to anyone else."

"Yes, Captain."

"I'm going to go, but I'd like for you to remain here for a little while longer to make sure everything is going along accordingly. Continue to try to reach out to the victim's family if you can."

"Yes, Captain. Um . . . where are you going, if I may ask?" Byakuya turned and started to walk away.

"I'm going to get a drink at, Urahara's. It is Happy Hour after all, Renji." Renji stared at his captain blankly as he pulled off in his squad car.

-.-.-

Walking through the doors of Urahara's Bar and Grill, Byakuya found the owner lounging around at the bar while Lisa served him a drink. "Kisuke Urahara," the noble greeted, his deep baritone rich and demanding his full attention. The quirky blonde smiled warmly upon turning around.

"Oh hello, Captain Kuchiki. You here to celebrate the big 3 – 0?"

"You know that is not until next week," the debonair man calmly replied, taking a seat. "I've come to discuss something with you."

"Surely you can enjoy a drink with me first. You only turn thirty once and it's never too early to celebrate! Come on, it's on the ho~use." Lisa's eyes widened.

"You're turning thirty? Damn, why did I think you were still like twenty five or something?"

"I look good for my age," he joked, ever so slightly smirking. "However, I think I will take that drink. You know what I like." Lisa nodded as she began mixing liquors in a shaker. Byakuya returned his attention to Kisuke. "I need some information from you." The blonde lifted a brow.

"About?"

"Renji and I were called to a double homicide and sexual assault today. I think Aizen's subordinates are responsible." He took a big sip of the drink, Senka, that Lisa had just finished making for him. Kisuke shook his head, taking a sip of his own alcohol.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it really was that bastard. Things have been getting out of hand around here lately."

"That's why I came to you. I know that the guy you hired to perform here on Wednesdays for LGBT night used to be part of the Arrancar." Kisuke chuckled.

"Oh you mean Charlotte? Yea he used to run drugs for them. Why? You want to know if he's been telling their dirty little secrets?"

"Precisely." Kisuke shook his head.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, Kuchiki-taicho, but I don't think Charlotte knows any more than you do. He had a very low ranked position so I don't think he was privy to the juicy stuff."

"Surely he must know something. I would like to have a sit down with him regardless." Kisuke sighed deeply as he set down the glass of Kazeshini. He hated it when his old profession and his new profession collided.

"Tell you what, come here Wednesday and talk to him after his show. Maybe he will give you what you need. That is, if he doesn't kidnap you. I think you're just his type."

"I will pretend I did not hear that last comment." Kisuke laughed as they both took a sip of their liquor. The two handsome men suddenly turned their attention to the HD television above the bar. A commercial advertising Nike was playing and featured a very attractive, dark skinned woman running around a track field. Kisuke beamed from ear to ear.

"Ah, look at her go! Nike is definitely the right company for Yoruichi to endorse. They've been running this commercial a lot lately. You know she's moving back to Japan in a few days, right?"

"No, I hadn't heard." He lied. He saw the news plastered on the front of a tabloid magazine at the stall where he got his morning coffee.

"Well, she's excited to see everyone. She said that she wanted to get here before you turn thirty." Byakuya rolled his eyes, taking another sip of the Senka.

"I want no part in the shenanigans that demon is planning. I know how her mind works." Kisuke laughed.

"I know right." He sighed. "It's been so long since I've seen my best friend," he said wistfully. "I'm going to throw a big party for her on the first. You should definitely come if you're not hung-over from the night before."

"Can't. I have a date that evening." Kisuke's eyebrows lifted.

"Date? Well now, who's the lucky lady?"

"I'm sure you will find out in due time. However for right now, my lips are sealed."

"Always with the mystery, Kuchiki-taicho. You know we'll still be here long after I close. So come on by. Surely you can explain to this new love that you had to come see your first." Byakuya cringed and furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance as Kisuke said those words. Had he known that Yoruichi would go around gloating to everyone that she was the one to take his virginity some fourteen years ago, he would have never slept with her in the first place. She's a demon. A demon, I swear she is.

"I must be off," Byakuya calmly said as he collected his coat and hat and headed toward the door. Kisuke chuckled in his drink as he watched the irritated man leave his establishment. Collecting Byakuya's glass, Lisa cocked an eyebrow.

"What was that all about?" Kisuke chuckled again as he gave Lisa his glass for another round of Kazeshini.

"Oh nothing but the remnants of an old crush."

Ichigo

Rukia giggled softly and moaned into Ichigo's shoulder as he placed light kisses on her neck. Her body trembled and heat rushed to her core as the teen lightly stroked her thigh.

"C –come on Ichigo. We haven't finished deciding on baby names yet," she said, trying her best to focus in on the iPad in her had. Ichigo smirked as he took it away from her and set it down on the night stand behind him. He put his empty hand on her breast and squeezed lightly, eliciting another moan from her.

"We can do that later. I'm a little . . . preoccupied at the moment."

"Ichigo," Rukia protested, but Ichigo immediately silenced her with his lips. He shifted so that he lied directly on top of her, balancing his weight on his elbows. Rukia arched and bit his lip as she felt his growing bulge grind against the pool of her heat. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rukia gave up on any attempt to decide on baby names and returned the orange haired man's affections. Letting her tongue sensually rub against his, Rukia kissed him deeply; her mind becoming hazy with lustful thoughts.

Her perky nipples were caught between Ichigo's fingers as he rolled them gently, making her quake with anticipation. She was so gone that she couldn't even remember when he had unbuttoned her top. She couldn't deny how badly she wanted him right then. The minute he started touching her, her body ignited. She had been severely horny lately as her raging hormones took control of her normally sensible personality. She tried to resist, wanting to maintain some part of her self-control but the last nights and days with Ichigo had been amazing. It was crazy how her unexpected pregnancy caused her to have the best sex of her young life.

Ichigo had no complaints at all about his fiancé's heightened libido. Her increased desire for him only served to make him all the crazier about her. She was his first love and only love. The more he could express his love for her, the better.

The couple had soon shed most of their clothing, the only barriers that remained were her pink, lace panties and his blue, plaid boxers. When Ichigo reached inside to tease her warmth, the phone beside their bed began to ring. Rukia glared at the black cordless. Ichigo firmly kissed her on the lips before shaking his head. "Don't answer it," he demanded, stroking her sensitive nub. Rukia whimpered and nodded her head, grinding her hips against his hand. After the first call ended, the phone began to ring again. Rukia looked at Ichigo apologetically.

"It might be Nii-Sama. He's the only one who has our new number," she said. Ichigo sighed deeply and rolled off to the side. Rukia made sure to slow her panting before she answered. "Hello?" Silence. Rukia initially thought she had just missed the call but upon listening closer, she could hear someone breathing on the other end. She furrowed her brows. "Hello?" she asked in a more demanding tone. "Who is this?" After not getting an answer, she put the cordless back on the charger. Ichigo's interest had been piqued.

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. Some idiot playing around."

"Oh." Smiling, the couple attempted to return to their foreplay only to be interrupted again. This time, Ichigo was the one who answered.

"Hello? Who is this?" he asked, his voice clearly annoyed. Once again, the only sound to be heard was the breathing on the other end. Ichigo gritted his teeth, anger building. "Look! I don't know who you are, but stop calling!" He slammed the phone down on the night stand after turning the ringer off. Ichigo's mood had been ruined but he began to calm back down upon feeling the soft lips of his fiancé on his neck and her hands touching him intimately. He buried his face in her shoulder and moaned as she fondled him, putting his brain back in sex mode. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to take her now before anything else could go wrong.

Quickly shedding the final layers of clothing, Ichigo grabbed Rukia by the hips and slightly pulled her upwards to lift her butt off the bed. With one fluid motion he entered her completely causing her to grip the sheet in ecstasy. Establishing a satisfying rhythm for her, he watched as she moan and writhed beneath him, grinding her hips against his strokes. He loved it when she called his name in that whimper she did whenever he was hitting her spot. He loved the pink tint that came over her face and body. He loved how she grabbed anything in site to hold onto when her warmth began to become more sensitive.

The minutes faded away as they made love, tossing and turning in the soft bed; each one nearing climax. As Ichigo felt a wave of pleasure shoot through him, he clenched Rukia tightly around her waist as he shouted his release. About a minute later, Rukia followed him, whimpering and sighing as her legs shook violently around him. Collapsing beside her, they stared at the ceiling as they tried to stabilize their breathing. Rukia beamed and put a hand to her slick forehead.

"Wow." Ichigo took the compliment with a smile of his own.

"Seriously." Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her closer. She nuzzled against the crook of his neck wrapping her arm across his stomach and intertwining her legs with his. As the two cuddled and tried to drift off into a deep slumber, the doorbell rang. Looking at each other curiously, the couple reluctantly climbed out of their bed. Ichigo slipped on his discarded lounge pants and Rukia covered herself in a Chappy bathrobe. Following Ichigo to the door, she tried to peak over his shoulder as he looked outside. Looking left and right, Ichigo saw no sign of anyone. However, a medium sized, brown box was resting at the door. Rukia came over and read the label. She smiled widely upon realizing that it was the wedding invitations she had recently ordered from Sode no Shirayuki bridal store. Ichigo brought the box inside and sat at the dining room table beside her as she began to open it. The doe eyed woman's smile instantly faded as she realized that the box didn't contain the invitations she'd hoped for. Lying in the middle was a iPhone with a note under it. She reached for the note and read it out loud.

"Next time, I suggest you answer my calls. Love, Number Nine." They stared at each other confused, trying to figure out who the hell had sent them the note. Rukia picked up the cellphone and unlocked the screen. It appeared that a video had been playing on the phone. Curious, she pressed play. Rukia immediately threw the phone on the table and gasped loudly, her hands flying to her mouth. As the sound of moaning filled the quiet room, Ichigo's eyes widened as he realized that he recognized the voices. He quickly grabbed the phone. His heart stopped when he realized that the moans were coming from him and Rukia. He watched with wide eyes as the video showed his and Rukia's intense love making from before.

Shunsui

Senbonzakura was a popular salon and spa located in the Fugai District on Karakura City's west side. The salon, which was co-owned by Rangiku Matsumoto and Yumichika Ayasegawa, was usually very busy; so busy that they often had to reschedule appointments or operate late into the evening. However, business had been declining lately thanks to a rival salon and spa that had opened up across town. Rangiku was especially not pleased by this development, Shunsui could tell, as the blonde ranted about it while he calmly lied face down on the soft massage table.

"Can you believe it, Kyoraku-taicho?" she fumed while massaging his broad shoulders. "I mean, I've seen their work before and it's not very impressive at all. Their stylists don't even have half the talent that our ladies have."

"Aw, Rangiku-chan. At little healthy competition isn't so bad. It will help you guys stay on your A-game."

"I know, but something just isn't right about them. I think they are secretly prostituting their stylists and masseurs if you ask me."

"That's a pretty hefty accusation to make. You shouldn't say such slanderous things without knowing for sure if it's true or not."

"I'm pretty sure it is, taicho. Rumor has it that – "

"Wait! Stop! You can't go back there!"

"Oh shut up, you whore!"

Both Rangiku and Shunsui turned to the door where the two heard Senbonzakura's receptionist, Orihime, arguing with another female voice.

"What in the world?" Rangiku said, removing her hands from her customer. Before the beautiful woman had the chance to inspect what was happening, two women burst through the door. Shunsui sat up and regarded the intruders. One looked calm and serene while the other looked pissed.

"Hey cow tits! Stay off our turf!" the angry one shouted, stepping into Rangiku's personal space. The beauty narrowed her eyes.

"Cow tits?"

"You heard me, cow tits! We saw your little gay boyfriend trying to steal our customers in Seireitei Hill. The idiot even walked into our salon to hand out flyers. Uptown is our turf so stay the hell away!" Rangiku smirked to herself. So that's why Yumichika left early.

"Why the hell are you smirking, bitch?!"

"Apacci, calm down. There is no need to act like some rabid animal. You're making a fool out of yourself."

"Oh shut up, Sung-Sun!"

"Now, now, that's enough of that," Shunsui calmly said, drawing the attention of all three ladies. Apacci turned her rage onto him.

"And just who the fuck are you?!"

"Why I am Karakura City's new Chief of Police, Shunsui Kyoraku. Pleasure to meet you, young lady." Apacci rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right, you expect me to believe that?!"

"Apacci. Let's go. We have no more business here," Sung-Sun said, walking over toward the door. While her comrade had doubts, she knew exactly who Shunsui was. Sosuke Aizen had recently given the Arrancar a rundown of all of the captains and lieutenants in Karakura City. It seems as if her short tempered friend missed the memo.

"Hold on, Sung-Sun! I –"

"Our boss will be upset if we're late. I'm sure that you don't want to make her mad, do you, Apacci?" Gritting her teeth, Apacci balled her hands into a fist but reluctantly followed the green haired girl out of the room. Shunsui whistled as the door slammed behind them.

"Quite a lively bunch aren't they?" Rangiku rolled her eyes as she motioned for him to lie back down.

"Yea, they are. Those are the girls from the salon I was telling you about; Reina de Rosas."

"Ohh, so those are the alleged hookers in question," Shunsui said with an amused smirk.

"Yep. That's them," Rangiku replied, continuing where she had left off with his massage.

"Very interesting." Shunsui thought that maybe Rangiku was on to something. While he didn't recognize the angry woman, he had seen the green haired girl and another darker skinned woman in one of the surveillance photos with the Espada, Tia Harribel. Maybe Harribel was in charge of the Aizen's prostitution ring? Perhaps it was time to send some of KCPD's officers over to Reina de Rosas to check the place out.

A/N: Uh oh, looks like shit is getting real in Karakura City. Thank you for reading and reviews are always encouraged :)