Ichigo stood in front of Renji, panting heavily, bruises already forming on his arms and chest, even his left cheek, where red-haired man caught him by surprise. Abarai watched him carefully, taking one and then second step back, only to hit the wall behind him. Pain shoot through his misplaced arm. He looked behind Ichigo shoulder, hoping for Yoruichi to notice, but she was trying to set free that kid orange-head dragged here. He looked back into the others eyes and saw danger and the worst kind of hunger in them- longing for blood. Renji groaned, he wouldn't stand a chance like that. Ichigo reached out his hands, shook his head forcefully and placed his arm back. Red-head hissed and Ichigo took a step back.
"Ya okay?" he asked quietly, hiding back his weapon.
"I am, but what's with you lately?" he too hid his knife, but without his gun on the other side, he felt quite weird. "I thought you're gonna kill me, man!"
"I'm not that disturbed, you know. I wouldn't kill a harmless prey." Ichigo teased, turning his back on him. "You're coming?"
"You son of a…!"
"Abarai! Your phone's ringing!" yelled Yoruichi, waving her arm. "It's That Kuchiki girl that has hots for you! Can I answer it and tell her what a looser you are?!" Renji sped, snatched his cell and answered it, glaring daggers at dark-skinned woman, knowing she would do it. Ichigo snorted and looked at the teen, who was standing a little aside, his eyes locked on the ground. He was rubbing his wrists, and Ichigo was almost certain that he was murmuring curses.
"I think he'll do well here." Said Yoruichi, looking away from Renji arguing on the phone, turning her head to slightly grinning Ichigo "He's short-tempered and big-mouthed, just like someone I know~! You sure you always used protection when you actually fucked something that doesn't have cock~?"
"I would have been a very horny ten-year-old to do that! It's not possible you filthy woman!" he hissed, his cheeks felt slightly warmer.
From aside, Grimmjow watched the tree, wondering what he got himself into. Something was quite odd about them, they were far too, well, normal. Everything he knew about Seireitei was that it's members were merciless for those that were interrupting that fragile balance that remained between all of Divisions. He has heard some stories of peeled off skin and crushed bones, but he always thought about it as only peoples' talking, and now he was certain about it. The orange-haired man, although a good fighter, was too soft. He never knew how wrong he was.
"Hey, ya jerk! You hafta go!" yelled Renji, abruptly ending his call. "They found another one!"
"But you're Rukia's partner! I got some other things to do!" moaned Ichigo, motioning to the teen, who was now looking at him surprised.
"Yeah, and I'm not in the state to investigate, and whose fault is that?!" he shouted back, their foreheads touching. "Rukia's okay with it! It's Eleventh's member!"
Yoruichi's head snapped in their direction. "Ichigo! I will take care of him!" She took off his shirt and handed it to stunned orange-head. "Zaraki is hard to calm down. I bet he's seeing red right now, so hurry!"
"Yeah, just…" he glared back at Grimmjow and sighted. "Behave, kid!" he chuckled and started to run toward the exit.
"I'm not a kid, dammit!" he wanted to follow him, but Yoruichi caught his collar, pulling him back. "You're not, kiddo!"
"Why? I thought that… You know."
"Yeah. But first, you have to meet with my husband!" she said with evil smirk. "Oh, that looks nasty!" she added, pointing at Renji's back.
"That? It's just a scratch!"
Grimmjow shook his head at the blood polling at the ground around red-head.
"You gotta be kiddin'." It was the very first thing that escaped Ichigo's mouth, when he saw crime scene. Blood was splattered on the walls, and even on the ceiling, but he saw no body…
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?! It's a murder scene! Get ou..!"
"He's with me, mister police officer!" said petite, black haired woman from behind him. "So can you stop yelling and show some respect to the victims?"
"Hai, Sode-sama!" He mumbled before going to his people. Ichigo raised eyebrow questioningly.
"Ni-sama pays him." She said shortly, and started to walk deeper into the flat.
"So, who is he?" he asked, passing by the other policemen, who eyed him suspiciously.
"His name, according to Zaraki-san is Fujiwara. He was found in the living room, along with his wife. Their child, six-year-old is missing. Zan, wait!" He opened the door he assumed led to the living room, where the main investigator was.
For the first time since his first kill a wave of nausea caused him to stop. Ichigo stood at the entrance, looking at man's corpse, whose lower half was carefully skinned. Blood sank in the carpet, creating a huge stain on the surface, leading to woman. He immediately recognized both of them.
"Who are you?" he ignored the question, and went straight to the corpse, crouching beside it and looking at the base of her neck, seeing small butterfly there, he closed his eyes.
"I asked ..." Rukia stopped him, gently pulling investigator's sleeve.
"You must be that new detective I've heard of. We're here to stop further spill of blood." She said quietly. "Zangetsu? You know her?" policeman's eyes widened when he heard his nickname.
"Yeah. I got wasted once at Eleven's party and he was kind enough to let me sleep here." He chuckled, standing up. "So, Mr. …?"
"Detective Shinji Hirako." Man simply said, staring at orange-head.
"Shinji, what do you think happened here?" asked Ichigo, sighting deeply and rubbing his forehead.
"You aren't from my department. You're not even in police and you're asking about it?!" Ichigo stared for a while at him, but then looked at Rukia.
"But..!"
"Get out, or I'll tell Boss that you let neighbors call the police!"
"Fine! Jerk!" she shouted, leaving and slamming door behind her. Ichigo turned to the blonde.
"So. You have to know by now who I am."
"Of course. And I can't see why Seireitei is interested in a case clearly not related to one of your petty …"
"You don't know who he was?" he interrupted, motioning to man's body. "He was from Eleven, and he was on good terms both with ma and his Boss. I am here simply because if Kenpatchi is to storm in here, I might be able to stop him from going into bull mode and ripping your head off, Shinji." He added quietly, watching Hirako's eyes widen.
"He didn't even have one unpaid fine! We checked!" blonde said angrily, pointing at him.
"That's so expected from am man with your experience."
Shinji closed his eyes for a while, calming himself. Orange-head in front of him was quite a annoying human being.
"He knocked them out, then tied him. Woman escaped, but he got her in the hallway, dragged here and left to bleed, while he skinned the man. They both died soon after. According to our coroner, it was about two in the morning. Now, happy?"
"Dirty. Too dirty." Ichigo whispered, staring at the sight in front of him.
"What are you talking about?"
"I want to propose you a deal." He had quite a few of those lately. "Simple info trade. You tell me something, and I'll tell you something. We might be able to find their kid faster this way. Sounds good?"
"Who the hell you think am I?!" Shinji said, anger shining in his eyes. "I'm not some corruptible cop, that will bent to you, you scum!" he yelled in his face, panting heavily.
"Listen, you good-for-nothing dog!" it was Ichigo's turn to get angry. "Because of us, there weren't any gangs fighting here since ten freakin' years! We keep them calm, and we are their justice! This girl is my friend's friend's kid, so I wanna find her! Stop playing such a saint and tell me what else the hell you know!"
Shinji watched him stunned. Ichigo's eyes gleamed with fury. Blonde chuckled.
"You look so badass with that eye of yours."
"Thanks." Ichigo grinned, the atmosphere lightening up. "I have to go now." He looked at his watch. "I bet Kenpatchi will be here in no time. Call me if when you'll now something. We can't let her go to orphanage after that mess is over." He started to walk to the entrance, but blonde's voice stopped him.
"Do I know you?" he asked, crossing his arms on his chest.
"Yeah. I have quite big file, you dumbass, everybody knows me." Orange-head opened the door.
"How modestly!"
"Yea, yea!" he shut the door, and yelped when he bumped into Rukia.
"You should be careful with this one. He's good results in his last town."
"Jeez, woman, chill!" he ruffled her hair, making her growl in annoyance. "I know what I'm doing. If we let them know about this one, they will sniff the rest." They slowly walked out of the building.
"So… you didn't hurt Renji much?" she asked, blushing lightly, resting her back against the car.
"Your boy is okay, Rukia!" he grinned.
"He's not my boy, Ichigo!" she yelled, blushing even stronger.
"But seriously, Rukia. How come that such a sexy, bad girl like you can't ask him out! I even get rid of that bitch he's been dating with!" Ichigo snickered, remembering that particular night, and his friend's face.
"What did you… uh. I don't wanna know, you idiot. So that's why he's been so upset about." She shook her head.
And then the car abruptly stopped in front of them, barely avoiding Ichigo, who managed to jump from it's way. They both gulped, when a huge man with hair done in spikes, bells attached to them, got out of it.
"WHER'S THE MOTHER FUCKER?! I'LL FUCKIN' KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!"
"Yay! Kenny's angry!"
Well, here's another chapter. I hope you like it! My computer was broken, so I had to write in school library, with all those student reading from behind me!
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