OK here's chapter six! Took me a minute to get it right but I did. So enjoy!
Warning: Violence, Language, Suggestion of sex
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
The screech of tires echoed down the street as Kenpachi pulled into the driveway pissed and on-guard. Finding out that your partner had lied to you for most of your lives didn't set well with him. On top of that the little bitch tried to kill him. The lights in the kitchen and dining room shinned brightly through the windows, indicating that Ichigo had been there for a while.
Ichigo smiled brightly at Kenpachi as he walked into the kitchen, holding a pan full of pot roast.
"Your home early." 'Your going to die.' Ichigo left that part unsaid.
"I missed you." 'Should I fuck him then kill him?' Kenpachi considered it, following Ichigo into the dining room.
Ichigo puts the dish between the other neat placing's of the romantic dinner. The low light from the candles glint of the walls making it seem much more intimate then it has been in years. Kenpachi leans on the doorway studying the curves and angles of his partner that have been neglected of interest. Knowing that the body he had owned and claimed was that of a trained killer.
Ichigo returned to him with a glass full of sake, his other clutching his own. Tension fueled the air as their eyes locked, both on edge with their own knowledge. Kenpachi took his glass and stalked closer to the orange-haired berry. Ichigo backed up until his hip bumped the table slightly, refusing to turn his back on the other. Kenpachi towered over the smaller male, letting his free hand grip Ichigo's waist.
"How was work?" Kenpachi asked, his hand trailing down the lithe body. 'No weapons.'
"We had a problem," Ichigo shrugged, his other hand clenching into the tablecloth.
"Has it been taken care of?"
Ichigo stared up at Kenpachi, his eye's sharp and focused. "It will be."
"Hm, that's irony because we had an issue too." Kenpachi's wandering hand stopped at the base of Ichigo's neck.
"Really?" Ichigo was running high on alert now, his pulse accelerating under the touch.
"Yes but it's nothing we can't handle. Time is key, Ichi."
Kenpachi presses a little harder into the thudding vein beneath his fingers. Brown eye's stare back at the taller male giving away nothing. He lets his lips brush across Ichigo's neck, just a light touch. A slight but strong arm wraps around him before the other joined it, after setting his glass down. Kenpachi pulls back and he pause's just a breath away from Ichigo's lips. The glass the taller male had kept clenched in his hand slipped silently.
It was in that moment that everything slowed down for the couple. Their first meeting in Bogota where Ichigo slipped that blade back into his skirt when Kenpachi approached, his gun tucked under his shirt. The bullet that tore through Sancho Varron, shot from the barrel of a gun held by the tanned hand of Ichigo. In that moment it ends with Ichigo catching the glass before letting it slip through his fingers.
They lock eyes.
"I'll get a towel," Ichigo hurriedly ran into the kitchen.
"I'll get the carpet cleaner," Kenpachi say's at the same time, grabbing the gun from under the lampstand. The house is quiet as Kenpachi prowls through on high alert. "Ichigo?"
The squeal of tires leaving the driveway this time echoes along the block. Kenpachi runs out after Ichigo, kicking the hummer to life. Ichigo looks back into his rearview mirror and curses at him self for being so stupid. The hummer's lights flash across his face, narrowing at the gun that he can see clenched in Kenpachi's hand.
Cutting to the right he comes upon a deadly curve and makes a split decision. Turn the wheel counter clockwise to the left and reversing, his car does a perfect 360. Jumping from the Camero it has the desired affect, Kenpachi's front bumper hitting the car perfectly as they both tipped over the drop off.
"Ichigo! Your ass is mine!" Kenpachi yelled both him and the vehicles disappearing from site.
Ichigo stared at the vacant place for a minute before getting up, his body bruised from the pavement.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
"What the hell happened to you?!" Ikkaku states in shock, Kenpachi standing on his doorstep looking like hell.
"My 'Wife.'"
"At least he was honest about it."
"Ikkaku, the little bitch ran me into a ditch." Kenpachi growls from across the kitchen table.
"He's a spy; this was probably the plan all along." Ikkaku says, trying to piece everything together.
"What?" Kenpachi looks at him like he really is an idiot.
"Look all I'm saying is that this all seems planned but when it comes down to it you have no choice but to take the bitch out," Ikkaku continued. "It's not like you can't move on."
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
Yumichikia stood above the defeated form of Ichigo lying on the company floor. The other had dragged himself in ragged it and worn out. Yumi had just been finishing up certain protocals when the organe-haired body came rolling down the stairs. What he learned from the other male was not to be expected though.
"So your husband is the shooter?"
Ichigo nods silently, drinking scotch straight from the bottle. Yumi studies him more intently and pats the out stretched leg Ichigo had set stretch across the floor.
"Look at it this way. You're the best and you don't love him."
"Yea. I know. Go home Yumi, I'll be fine."
Yumi eye's the orange-haired male once more before leaving up the stairs. The door clicks secured behind the flamboyant man. Ichigo lays on the floor tired and something else trickling beneath the surface. Turning his head to stare out the window, Ichigo can't fight off the feeling of sadness that encased his heart. Mentally kicking himself, he's a goddamn agent for heavens sake, he closes his eye's to sleep.
"I don't love him." Maybe he said it just to convince himself a little more.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
It's within the early morning of the day when two vans pull up to the Zaraki household. Ichigo and his other co-workers get out and start the searching of the house. Things were being pulled apart, trashed, and broken. No inch of the house was left on searched.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo questions the women that were watching his wedding vows in the master bedroom.
"Evidence." One of them says carelessly.
"Ok. Out now." Ichigo snatches the remote and pushes them out of the room. He looks at his bear in dismay, stuffing pulled out.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
Exactly an hour later Kenpachi is opening the door finding the house lacking in certain décor. He tunes out the rambling of Urahara behind him as the blond man fawns over the house.
'The man didn't even know he was a human shield.' Kenpachi shakes his head scanning the upstairs landing.
He leaves out the backdoor and into the garage, opening up his hidden stash. He feels the urge to strangle the crap out of someone; the whole room is empty of all his ammo.
'Ichigo, you little shit.'
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
Ichigo stands at the front of the room barking out orders to find his goddamn husband. It shouldn't be that hard to find a man he's been married to for the last six years. There had to be something that gave the older male away, Ichigo needed that advantage.
"Ichigo, your husband is here…" Yumi trails off, in slight confusion. The phones go off and the computer screen alerting to the intruder.
Ichigo answers with renewed enthusiasm. "I thought I told you not to bother me at the office honey?"
"Well I couldn't resist," Kenpachi chuckles over the line.
"Is this a game now 'Pachi?" Ichigo grins, the system running the full scans. "You know I like games."
"You have two options Ichi: Leave now or we can fuck and see who comes out on top, your choice."
Ichigo laughs sarcastically. "I doubt you remember how to use your dick."
"Want to find out?"
"I'm not leaving."
"That's settled then." Ichigo can practically see the grin on Kenpachi's face.
The room begins to shut down, the intruder located with in the vents. Alarms blare loudly, the workers scatter burning and ridding of all evidence. Each grab a zip tie and shoots down on to a building across the street. Ichigo stays behind a minute longer, watching Kenpachi drop from the ceiling, gun at the ready. They stare for a moment before Ichigo makes the jump.
Kenpachi runs to the window, lowering his gun. "Cock Sucker!"
"Pussy!" Ichigo yells back with a grin, disappearing into the building.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
"You had the shot and you didn't take it?" Ikkaku says, for the millionth time.
"Yes."
"We're at war Kenpachi! You have to end this asshole!"
"He's mine, Ikkaku," Kenpachi looks up from the piece of paper he was studying.
"Not anymore! He tried to kill you, let's not forget that." Ikkaku flails his arms at the obviously less distressed man.
"I got it."
They both study the little piece of letters that adorn the paper.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
Kenpachi looks up at the state of art skyscraper. The sun bounced off the newly polished windows, 70 floors of ready to lease condos. He blends in with the other construction workers, blue jumpsuit and bright yellow construction hat. Stepping into the elevator he pushes for the 50th floor that was on the piece of paper. It's highly expected when the lights flicker off and the hunk of metal comes to a stop.
"There seems to be a problem with your elevator, Sir," A female's voice says, coming over the speaker.
Kenpachi looks up at the camera.
"Do you need a engineer come up to see what the problem is?"
"No rush, I'm quite comfortable." Kenpachi says, taking a seat on the floor.
"Are you sure?"
"Ichigo."
"Last warning Kenpachi. Get out of town." Ichigo's voice now infiltrated the tiny space.
"No."
"I'll blow it."
"I know, your quite good with your mouth," Kenpachi comments offhandedly.
"Three, Two, any last words?" Ichigo hand lingers over the trigger.
"Have I told you how much I love your ass in that black skirt?"
"Goodbye Kenpachi."
The explosion rocked the van that Ichigo's team had been staked out in. The screen that showed the space of the little elevator blanked out. Leaving Ichigo's face staring back at himself in blatant shock.
"What the hell was that?!" Ichigo rounded on the few with in the van.
"You said goodbye," One of them supplied.
Running out of the van, Ichigo starred in slight horror. The finale had finally come to a end. Six years and it ends with a bang. Yumi's voice is the only thing that pulls him back into the van and they drive away.
-Mr. and Mrs. (Mr.) Zaraki-
A elevator dings, signaling the arrival on to the requested floor and the man inside sits still for a minute.
'That fucker blew me up,' Kenapachi blinks in disbelief and grits his teeth.
Until next time! ~DanceofSakura