A/N: Sorry this took forever. I just started college so my mind was understandably elsewhere. Anyway, I did feel guilty about leaving the plot hanging, so I tried to think of something to finish Aizen off. Sorry if this is a little (VERY) melodramatic, but I never wrote something with an actual plot before and my mind isn't capable of developing anything intricate. I hope that it's at least entertaining ;) This will probably be the last chapter of this story for a little while…. We'll see how my inspiration goes. So if anyone has any good ideas…tell me.
Three weeks we've been together and we still haven't had sex. Sure, plenty of groping and making out could hold off a teenage boy's hormones for a little while, but I wanted more. So, I resolved to break Kensei's No-Sex rule. My mind was starting to wander towards all the various schemes. Though, a stakeout probably wasn't the best place to be planning the loss of my virginity.
While my old company attacked Aizen with legal means, we were going undercover and slightly illegal. Shinji, Love, and I were in a building on the opposite side of the street from one of Aizen's clubs, looking for any suspicious activity and stuff. It was my turn with the binoculars.
For the longest time I wasn't allowed to participate in the dangerous missions. I was extremely qualified, though. I was responsible, good at acting, and had prowess in the martial arts. I had to kick some sense into them (literally), but after a while they finally relented and I was able to join Shinji and Love. Kensei wasn't too happy about it, but I very bluntly reminded him that if I could make him cum, then I could go on a stupid stakeout. Kensei had walked away and gave me the cold shoulder for a few hour.
Shinji and Love were playing cards behind me while I was staring at the door of Aizen's club like a hawk.
"Why do all the rich shady guys own clubs, anyway?" Shinji asked, bored with their two-person game of black jack.
"Clubs are packed with people which confuses cops and there's secluded rooms that can double as meeting places. Not to mention they rack in a lot of money," Love explained while he shuffled the cards.
"Plus, they're chick magnets and what 'rich shady guy' doesn't want a blowjob from a big-breasted bimbo in the bathroom?" I added in a bored monotone, still staring out the window. It should be noted that I my mind was still on sex when I said this. Maybe I could get Kensei alone in a bathroom…
I heard a pile of cards fall to the floor.
"For a gay boy, you're sure in-tune to the opposite sex," Shinji said wearily. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the suddenly perilous atmosphere.
"Just because I'm with Kensei doesn't make me 100% gay." If anything, I was bisexual, though it felt strange labeling my relationship with Kensei, since it felt so natural. Once again, alarm bells should've been going off in my head, but I was too busy imagining my possible bathroom adventure to see the gleam in Shinji's eyes.
"So, if you see a hot girl walk by, you imagine her naked like every other straight guy?" Shinji asked with a wide grin.
Finally, I realized that this was dangerous territory, considering Shinji liked to gossip like a teenage girl.
"Jeagerjaques and Schiffer are entering the club," I announced, drawing attention away from me and towards the two arguing men across the street. Shinji and Love immediately scrambled to the window and took turns looking out the binoculars. A blue haired man and his depressed companion were in a heated verbal battle as they made their way to the door.
Shins grin was contagious. "Now, I wonder why two sworn enemies are going to a club together?"
"Do we move in?" Love asked, reaching for his cell phone. "If there's a meeting, we could get evidence of illegal activity."
Shinji's brows furrowed and he stared out the window. "Go undercover? Hm…You, me, Kensei, and Hacchi would draw too much attention. Mashiro wouldn't be able to stay serious long enough." Shinji glanced at me, frowning. Only Lisa and I would be able to blend in with a crowd, considering neither of us had any distinctive features that couldn't be covered with makeup. And probably because anyone else would mess everything up.
"Retreating will be safer, but it'd be a pity to lose this chance," Love mumbled.
"Kensei will kill us if we send Shuuhei in there," Shinji added. There was also no way they would send Lisa in alone when there was a club full of Aizen's henchmen.
I wanted to roll me eyes. "Haven't I ever told you guys what I used to do for Tousen? I went undercover plenty of times before. Send me and Lisa in and I'll watch her back."
Shinju considered this and picked up his cell phone. "It's worth a try," he said before calling Lisa. She was with Kensei and Mashiro. After Shinji explained the situation and the rough-outline of our plan, I could hear a voice screaming on the other line. Shinji held the phone away from his ear, grimacing.
"Your man sure has a pair of lungs on him," Shinji said to me. "You better gag him or something when you get down and dirty."
As much as I liked the thought of gagging Kensei, I ignored Shinji (and my now raging sex drive) and listened to Lisa, who was on the speaker phone.
"We can probably pull it off," Lisa said hesitantly. By then, Kensei must've gotten tired of yelling because the screaming disappeared. "If we layer make up on Shuuhei's face and style his hair differently. As long as Aizen, Gin, and Tousen aren't there."
"How about you, Lisa?" I asked. She was the one who was going to be risking the most.
"I'm a professional. Don't worry about me."
And that was that. Everyone knew it was risky, but we'd been at a dead-end for months. We were desperate.
Lisa and Rose arrived soon after. They immediately set me into a chair and I couldn't help but have a feeling of déjà vu. Thirty minutes later and I looked like a different person. Sure, my face felt as uncomfortable as hell, but it got the job done.
Only Rose could've done this. My face looked flawless. My ears had clip-on earrings on my lobes and cartilage. My hair wasn't the usual spikes, but styled down and parted into casual disarray. Rose even added some eyeliner, which I didn't really see the need for but I could only trust the "professional". They changed me into clothes that they quickly grabbed from Shinji's closet. I was wearing black jeans, dress shoes, a fitted white t-shirt and an open vest. Shinji wanted to add a hat and tie, but I declined before my outfit became too over-the-top. I was already beyond my comfort-zone. For the finishing touch, they added a tiny recorder and microphone on my belt and inside my vest…somehow. I wasn't sure how they did it, but when they were done I looked like a regular young college boy ready to get some.
Lisa got ready while I was being done. She dressed simply in a dark blue dress that ended above her knees and hugged all her curves. The dress flowed around her as she moved. Her makeup was excellent and her hair was styled in loose curls. Her heels made her legs look endless. She wasn't going to have any problem seducing any man into doing whatever she wanted.
With everyone's needless advice, we left the building. I could feel Kensei's eyes on me as I walked away. He didn't anything to me beyond "get back here in one piece". He was still a little angry that his worries were ignored.
I started out confident, but as I walked down the sidewalk, I noticed a large number of people staring at us. Of course they would; Lisa was gorgeous. Though, it might've been better if there wasn't as much attention geared in my direction. My only role was to watch Lisa's back and make sure that she wasn't abducted or anything.
As we neared the door, the bouncer let us in without any hesitation. I expected him to give me some trouble since I wasn't a hot woman, but he let me in as well without any hassle. He didn't even ask for my ID. Oh well, more convenient for me.
The lighting in the club was dim and the music reverted off the walls. The air was hot and moist due to the sweating, writhing bodies on the dance floor. The dancers were grinding, moving together in a way that would make someone either disgusted or eager. To me, they were a good way to blend in while keeping an eye on Lisa.
First, though, I started out at the bar. Better to work my way into the throng than jump right in. I saw Lisa do the same thing. She slid into a seat next to a stocky, tanned man. She was close enough that I could keep an eye on her, but far enough to set us apart.
I ordered a drink with barely any alcohol. I watched carefully as the bartender poured and mixed. I didn't trust anyone who worked for Aizen. Not to mention, the bartender looked very familiar.
I'd been briefed on all of Aizen's workers. From what I remembered, the man before me was Szayel Aporro. I kept my expression light, hoping the man wasn't as informed us as I was on them. His appearance only confirmed that something illegal was going on in the club that night. Why else would Aizen place one his top associates in a bar other than to make sure no cops sneaked their way past the security guards?
I took a sip and smiled. Cheerful and flirty. That would keep me out of suspicion.
"Been here before?" I heard. I looked up and came face-to-face with Szayel. The man was grinning at me and I instantly felt dread well in my stomach.
"Nope," I answered with another smile. "But I can confidently say only after a few sips that you make the best drinks around." I raised my glass in a toast and took another gulp. Hopefully this would satisfy him.
Szayel smirked. "Do you order such light drinks everywhere you go?" I wondered where this was polite conversation or him testing me. Or something else I didn't want to consider.
I giggled (ugh) and waved my hand in dismissal. "Nah. I'm just checking this place out." I glanced around. "So far so good."
Oh god, someone save me. I was only supposed to be support, not have a conversation with Szayel. I only hoped that I could get out of this before I was dragged into something bad.
Szayel smiled and I didn't like the look of it. Okay. Time to go.
"Aporro," someone called over the crowd. The voice was booming and a moment later something huge was standing right next to me. I glanced over at Lisa. She was in a deep conversation with the man from earlier. I couldn't tell exactly who is was, but Lisa wouldn't waste her time with anyone less than important.
She looked like she was making headway, so I couldn't drag her out of there. I would have to join the dancers if I wanted to get away from Szayel.
"Jiruga," Szayel stated. I looked up and my mouth almost dropped open. He was unnaturally tall and had a large frown on his face. Half his face was covered by an eye patch. The man screamed DANGEROUS. I knew who this man was and I knew that I couldn't afford to get involved with him. "Do you need anything?"
Nnoitra Jiruga sat on the stool next to me. I felt a chill run down my spine. Unfortunately, I couldn't get up right away without drawing attention to myself. Szayel was still keeping an eye on me.
"Just getting away from that bitch," he sneered. Jiruga looked murderous and I felt sorry for whoever he was talking about.
Szayel nodded. "There are plenty of ways to solve that problem."
"Later." Jiruga only said one word, but it was enough to scare the shit out of me. I had to get away from this man. This situation was getting worse every second. I was supposed to just blend in with the crowed, but in less than ten minutes I was surrounded by two of the most dangerous men in Aizen's arsenal. I waited long enough.
I started to get up, but halfway off my seat Jiruga shifted his attention.
"Who's this?" Jiruga asked. He was staring right at me.
Fuck.
Szayel looked at me, quirking his eyebrow. "In fact, I don't know his name either."
Shitshitshitshitshit.
I forced myself to grin and said the first name that came to mind. "Kenji." I grabbed my glass again, sipping at the fruity liquid. Hopefully Jiruga would lose interest.
Instead, he grinned an insane smile which terrified me. I didn't let my intimidation show, though. I had to be strong-willed or he would pounce.
"Why're ya drinking somethin' so light?" he drawled, flicking my glass. "Get him something strong," he told Szayel. Jiruga looked down at me and I felt like I was going to be sick.
Why did they latch onto me? Either I was very unlucky or they somehow knew who I was. All I could do was nod and watch as Szayel mixed my drink.
A hand on my thigh made clear Jiruga's intentions.
Double fuck.
At this rate, getting information wasn't worth the consequences. I had to get out of here. I wanted to make eye contact with Lisa and silently ask her for help, but turning my gaze away would allow the two men unsupervised access to my drink.
The hand moved further up my thigh and I made a snap decision. It was time to leave. If I left now, Jiruga would just shrug it off and move onto some other target. If he decided to follow, then I'd latch onto Lisa. I stood up and started to signal Lisa when someone with sandy-blonde hair collided with me.
I stumbled and knocked my drink right into Jiruga's lap. I stood in horror as the liquid seeped into his pants.
He looked furious. My eyes widened and I lost all rational thought. I was going to be killed!
Instead of killing me, Jiruga stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder. The grip was tight, painfully so. He leaned in closer. Realization sunk in and I went numb. This couldn't be happening.
"These are expensive pants." I felt a part of my soul die. "Help me wash up."
My mind stood still. I stared at Jiruga's dark grin, unable to do anything but gape. I couldn't refuse. If I did…something told me that Jiruga wouldn't let me go. Now that he completely set his sights on me, I couldn't run away. That ship had sailed.
My brain finally kick-started and I stood up on shaky legs. I had to figure out a way to get out of this. Szayel wished us luck as we stepped away from the counter. He was smirking, like he knew this was going to happen the entire time. Bastard.
As Jiruga dragged me across the room, I snapped my gaze to Lisa. She was staring at me in horror and I sent her my best help-me-or-I'm-going-to-die look. She nodded and quickly turned back to her partner, her face paler than before. I doubted whoever she was with noticed, though, since she leaned over so far that her cleavage was practically falling out of her dress. She was going to get into the backrooms where I was going if it was the last thing she did.
My mind was a little more at ease, but I knew that this could still end in disaster. Jiruga pushed past the crowd and past the public bathrooms until we came upon a large, decorated door guarded by security. The guard was a large man with a severe underbite and a weird mix of black and orange hair, who I identified as Yammy. Jiruga flashed a card and he was let inside with me in tow.
By this point, my heart was doing cartwheels. I was in the meeting place of my worst enemy. I didn't know whether to be excited for the opportunity or scared shitless. I was opting for the latter.
The walls were painted purple and gold. The hall was barely lighted and doors lined the walls. I was too busy looking around, trying to figure out a way to leave a marker of some sort for Lisa, that I didn't notice Jiruga pausing at a door. Before I knew what was happening, my world turned side ways as I was shoved into a door.
The door closed behind me and for a moment it was completely dark.
I almost swallowed me tongue. The thobbing in my chest was painful and I had trouble taking even breaths. Jiruga still had a firm grip on my shoulder and my legs were too buttery to resist and he pushed me against a wall. The lights suddenly flicked on and I was momentarily blinded.
Jiruga loomed above me, his face the only thing in my vision. I couldn't see the rest of the room, but I definitely knew that it wasn't a bathroom.
"Now, you're going to pay me back for these pants," he said, his voice almost a hiss. He pressed up close to me and I could feel his breath and heat through my clothes. I fought back a strangled whimper.
Was I really going to be raped by this man? Was I really going to take this lying down because "I had no choice"? I didn't even do this with Kensei yet. There was no way I was going to give any part of myself to this man!
"Don't be scared," Jiruga laughed, leering down at my face. Jiruga pinned my body to the wall. I couldn't move and my nose was assaulted by the smell of his sweat.
I forced my muddled brain to run over the possibilities. I could fight back and either get beaten to death or raped. I could try to talk Jiruga out of it and get beaten and raped. Or I could go along with it and sell my soul. Oh god, there had to be another option! Anything would do.
"You know," I started, my brain working a mile per minute. I just had to stall. Get away from the wall and stall long enough to think of a plan. "We really shouldn't be doing it this way."
Jiruga stilled for a moment. I could see a flicker of interest in his eyes.
"Whaddya mean?"
I smirked and forced myself into a relaxed stance. "We're in a dark room in the back of a club and your pants are soaking. Something tells me this is going to be quick and unsatisfying."
I lightly pushed against Jiruga to test my boundaries. He let me slip out of his grip. Apparently, he liked the idea of me hot and willing more than stiff and awkward.
I looked around the room in the few moments I had. There was a bed and desk covered in papers. I doubted there was anything important on the desk, since Jiruga used this room as his play house. There was nothing of use to me.
Dammit, there had to be something.
I scanned lower and saw a glint of metal under the desk. I couldn't tell what is was at first, but I soon recognized it as a crow bar. Excellent! I didn't want to think of what Jiruga used that for.
I walked over to the desk and ran my fingers over it. Jiruga smirked and stalked over to me.
"This can be so much better than a quickie in the back of a club," I stated, grinning. I had no freaking idea what I was saying, but apparently Jiruga liked it. He pressed up against me and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. I shivered, but not for the reason Jiruga thought I did.
"What're ya suggesting?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper. His breath was right on my ear. I automatically turned towards the voice.
I felt a pair of lips on my own. First my brain stilled from the shock, then I felt like throwing up. It was the wrong taste, texture. Wrong man.
"Whatever it is," Jiruga said, breaking away from me. "I have something that can make it better."
I turned away from Jiruga, my body shaking from the effort to not crumble. Jiruga held a plastic bag filled with pills in my face, jiggling it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.
"Are those drugs?" I asked, my voice weak. I remembered the recorder. I was torn between getting good information or saving my life. However, the two of them kind of went together. If I could stall him with questions about the drugs, then I could slowly make my way towards the crow bar.
"Yeah," Jiruga grinned, opening the bag.
"How'd you get them?" I asked. Jiruga's grin disappeared and his eyes turned into narrow slits.
"Does it matter?"
"'Cause I don't want anything crappy off the streets," I snapped, pretending to be irritated. There was a name that we could prove Aizen was connected to. We just needed evidence that people working under that name were selling drugs. "If they're from someone I know to be-"
"Does the name Los Noches ring a bell?"
Oh, that was easy.
"You got the drugs from him?"
"Yeah."
"What other drugs you got? Crack? Heroin?"
"Wanna buy some?"
"Yeah."
"Have 'em both from Los Noches. I'll set you up later."
I nodded and smiled. Now that that was done, it was time to make my escape. If I could get to the crowbar, not even Jiruga's hard head could withstand a strong bash from steel. I had slowly been inching my way over to the area right in front of the crowbar. Now all I needed was an excuse to lean down.
I knocked my hip against the desk and my cell phone that was in my pocket fell to the floor. I reached down to pick it up. It was only a few inches from the weapon.
"Get back up here," Jiruga ordered. I ignored him and reached for the crowbar.
"This phone cost four month's pay. I just wanna put it somewhere safe," I explained slowly, getting a good grip on the metal. A hand was placed on my ass and it took all my control to not jerk away.
I readied myself to attack.
Before I could do anything, a knock echoed through the room. Jiruga cursed and pulled away. He walked to the door and I straightened up, hiding the crowbar behind my back.
Shit. I couldn't attack with someone on the other side of the door. I was going to lose my chance.
Jiruga opened the door. I couldn't tell who it was, but I heard agitated whispers. Jiruga glanced back at me and cursed again.
Jiruga pointed at me, trying to tie me in place with his eyes. "You, stay here," he ordered. He took my cell from off the floor and removed the battery. He tossed me the empty shell.
The door locked with a click and I was alone.
I let out a shaky breath and supposed my body on the desk. So much had happened in the past ten minutes. I didn't know whether to me scared or relieved. On one hand, Jiruga's gone but on the other I was stuck in the room until he returns. Also, Jiruga left the drugs on the desk.
I paced the room until I heard someone jiggling with the door knob. I stopped and held the crowbar at ready. If it was Jiruga, I was going to attack, no matter who was with him. I just had to get out. If I waited any longer, the worst could happen. I was getting desperate to get away from Jiruga and this place. I wanted to be back with Kensei
The door opened and I got into a fighting stance. I saw black hair and raised the crowbar. I was going to bash his head in. The person stepped in and I took a step forward. I was just going to swing when I noticed height difference and curvy hips.
Lisa slipped into the room and I dropped the crowbar and cried in relief. She never looked more like an angel.
"Thank god," Lisa sighed. She grabbed my wrist and yanked me over to the wall before I could get a word out. "What the fuck were you thinking?" she hissed, changing her tone in a split second.
I held my hands up in defense, a little disoriented. "I couldn't help it. He would've taken me by force if he had to." If possible, she looked angrier. "Um…I got something useful?" I tried, hoping to bribe her.
I handed her the drugs and she shoved them in her purse without a moment wasted. She shot me that Don-t'-think-this-is-over look and pulled me towards the door.
"We don't have time to talk now," was all she said before walking into the hallway.
"We can't just leave," I said, pulling us both to a stop. We could run into more of Aizen's men.
Lisa just kept walking, towing me with her.
"Just shut up and follow me," she said. Apparently I lost the right to offer my opinion once I got myself kidnapped.
The hallway was empty. She quickly led me down the hall. We stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar. The room was much like Jiruga's except that on this bed there was a passed out man tied to the frame.
"I slipped him something," she explained before pointing to an air vent. "There's a map of this place in his desk. This air vent leads to the bathroom." Lisa had an excellent mental map and sense of direction, so I let her lead as we climbed into the small tunnel. We were lucky that we were in an old fashioned building that needed large vents. Otherwise we wouldn't have fit.
Even so, the thin metal walls cramped us in. It was dusty and it took everything I had to not sneeze. We crawled for a few moments. I blindly followed her, a little ashamed that I didn't think of this plan before. I mean, if toys in animated films could hatch an invasion and escape of a facility surrounded by enemies, why couldn't I?
After a few turns, Lisa stopped. She looked down through another lid. Nodding to herself, she removed it and set it to the side. She jumped down, landing gracefully on the tiled floor. I followed, jarring my legs a little.
We were in the middle of a bathroom. A man at the urinal was staring at us, but then shrugged and turned back to his current activity. I guess two people falling from the ceiling weren't note worthy. I wondered what strange things he saw in this club regularly.
We fixed our clothes so they weren't too messed up. With one deep breath, we opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the crowd.
It was as unpleasant as I thought I'd be. Everyone was sweating, panting, and in some cases moaning. Lisa and I stayed close to each other, dancing our way towards the exit. The entire time, I was looking around, waiting for Jiruga to find me. However, we reached the door without incident. We slipped out and into the fresh air. Never did air smell so good.
We hurried down the sidewalk and when we were a good distance away from the club, we ran. I was close to hyperventilating when we finally came to a stop.
I made it. I got out.
While I was busy thanking every god I knew of, Lisa called Shinji on her cell since mine was D.O.A. Before my heart had the chance to settle down, a familiar purple car was peeling around the corner. The door swung open and Lisa pushed me into the backseat.
We were quiet for a few minutes as Shinji got us out of there as quickly as possible. Lisa leaned back against the seat, resting her head on the leather. She was taking deep breaths. Shinji was eyeing her, an unusual frown on his face.
"What happened?" he asked, glancing between us. "You both look a little sick."
I felt sick. My cheek was against the window and the cool glass did nothing to sooth my frayed nerves.
Lisa sat back up and shook her head. "I think we did too good a job on his clothes and makeup," she said, heavy with implications.
Shinji's eyes widened and he groaned. "Kensei's going to kill us!"
What he said was true. The moment Kensei found out the danger I was in, he would go into a murderous rage. My boyfriend has slight anger management issues.
"It's my fault for getting myself into that situation," I argued. I couldn't let Lisa or anyone else take the blame for me. "I should've tried to leave earlier."
Lisa smacked my head. "Really, what were you thinking? If I didn't see Jiruga leaving his room without you-"
"He was with Jiruga?" Shinji practically yelled. I winced. This was not going to be good.
"Jiruga led him away from the bar and into the private rooms. Zommari almost dragged me back there after I was done with me," Lisa said, looking almost proud at the last statement. "I slipped him a pill, grabbed his keys, and opened the door just in time to see Jiruga leaving with Jeagerjaques. Shuuhei was locked in the room."
Shinji gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "Fuuuck."
"I would've notice the air vent eventually," I added, hoping to salvage some of my dignity. "I even had a crowbar."
Lisa looked like she was ready to kill me. "That's not the point! You could've been killed!"
"Everyone knew it was risky, but they still let me go," I snapped. "Everyone knows how much we need this. Look, I got the drugs and Jiruga saying that he got them from Aizen's code name. Now we can put him behind bars."
Shinji opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
"I was stupid, I get it. But I'm not a kid. I knew what I was doing." Okay, so I had no idea what I had been doing, but they didn't need to know that.
Shinji just sighed and continued to drive. "Then you're the one who gets to explain everything to Kensei."
"Sure," I said, happy that at least Shinji was pacified. Lisa still looked pissed, though.
"You scared the shit out of me," she muttered.
"Sorry," I answered, a little pitiful. "I won't do it ever again. Believe me."
We were silent the rest of the way. It would take a few days for Lisa to completely forgive me, but she wasn't furious anymore. Now, the next big challenge was keeping Kensei from going ape shit.
We didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, we called everyone and arranged a meeting at the old company. We even called Yamamoto to arrange a meeting. We had to act fast before Aizen realized how much danger he was in.
We got to the large, decorated lobby. It was exactly as I remembered: fancy and soulless. Kensei and the rest of our family were already there. They didn't look happy, despite the good news. During the call, Shinji briefly mentioned that I kind of almost got killed/raped and everyone seemed to latch onto that one piece of information.
Of course, Kensei was glaring holes into my forehead. Lisa and I told our respective stories and by the end Kensei was shaking.
"Didn't I tell you to be careful?" Kensei growled at me. His teeth were clenched and all his muscles were tensed. I never saw him so angry before. I stood an instinctive step back. Love placed a hand on Kensei's shoulder.
"He got the job done."
"He was almost…" Kensei grit, hands in fists. He snapped his gaze to me. For the first time, I was truly afraid of his glare. "What were you thinking?"
I was seriously getting tired of people asking me that. Hmmm…what was I thinking? Oh yeah, Kensei. The entire time I was thinking of you!
"I did what I needed to do," I said. Probably not the best thing to say, but I was tired. I was tired, hungry, and just got out of the most terrifying situation of my life. I didn't exactly have the patience anymore to subdue Kensei.
"He almost-"
"Yeah, almost," I hissed. "He didn't and I wasn't going to let him."
Kensei took a furious step towards me. "He could've easily held you down and done anything he wanted."
I had never gotten angry at Kensei before. Frustrated maybe, but this was the first time I wanted to punch him. He almost flinched when he saw the rage envelop me.
"Why do you keep doing this?" I spat. "You keep treating me like a kid. Well, guess what Kensei. I'm an adult. Sometimes I think you don't even know me."
Kensei didn't say anything in response. He just stood there, staring down at me.
An arm wrapped around my shoulder and I turned to see Shinji draping himself over me. I wanted to shove him off.
"Save it for later. We gotta get upstairs," he said before leading me away. He was right. This wasn't the time for me to argue with Kensei. Though, he did nothing to quell the resentment between us. Kensei didn't understand, but I didn't want to lose him.
Everyone filtered into the elevator. Tensions were running high, both because of the drama and because no one really wanted to soon be around the people who ruined their careers.
The elevator door slid open and we came face-to-face with Yamamoto. The nine department heads that were left were right behind him. I recognized everyone, but didn't feel any sort of pleasant nostalgia. They had all looked at me suspiciously when Tousen left. They didn't defend me when people spread rumors about me being a traitor. Yamamoto had once intimidated me, but now all I saw was a paranoid old man.
"You say you have solid evidence against Aizen," Yamamoto stated. No shit. We just wanted to see all your lovely faces again.
Once again, I was in a really bad mood.
"Yeah," Shinji said, his lips turned into a grimace. "We don't wanna, but if we pool our evidence together then we can lock 'im up for life."
Yamamoto nodded and gestured towards one of the meeting rooms. It was one of the simple white rooms with a black long table and chairs. It reminded me of all the times I'd used to help Tousen with cases or when I'd lead the discussion on my own. I didn't miss it.
I liked being with Shinji, Hiyori, Love, Rose, Mashiro, Lisa, and Kensei. I wasn't going to return to my old life after this was done.
My old company already had plenty of evidence, but they needed solid proof to top it off. My audio tape the drugs were the icing on top of the cake. They submitted everything to the FBI or something. . I wasn't paying attention. I already did all I could do. All I knew was that Aizen was finally going to jail, along with Gin and Tousen.
I didn't even want to think about Tousen at the moment. I would settle that later, after my life calmed down.
We left the building with shallow waves and goodbyes. Yamamoto didn't apologize for unjustly accusing my family. No one apologized for allowing company workers to drive me out. Everyone was glad for this night to be over.
We went back to our apartment in separate cars. I rode with Lisa and Shinji again.
When we got back, everyone quickly disappeared into their respective rooms, leaving me alone with Kensei. It was awkward standing there with him. My anger from before had faded quite a bit with my exhaustion. I just wanted to end this.
"I know you're pissed-" I started.
Kensei scoffed. "You almost get yourself raped and you think I'm only pissed?"
How was I supposed to explain myself if he kept-
Okay, calm down. As depressing as it is, you have to be the mature one, Shuuhei.
"The others may've brushed it off already, but I'm not gonna," he continued, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. "You say I don't understand you, but the entire time you were gone, I couldn't help but think of anything else but the danger you were in. And then you came back, telling us that you-you-"
I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around Kensei. I didn't want to hear anymore. This entire night was messed up. The scene in the club felt so long ago, but Jiruga had been so close. I could still feel his breath on me.
"I was scared, Kensei," I muttered, burying my face in his shirt. "I didn't know what to do. I was just dragged along. I couldn't stop him, I just had to follow- I'm so sorry-" I stopped. I was getting more and more worked up as I went along. I took a deep breath, but couldn't stop the shaking.
Kensei sighed and pulled me closer to him. He finally got the reaction he wanted. "It's okay now. You're safe and they're never going to come after you again."
I nodded. Leave it to Kensei to switch personalities in a moment. He knew what I needed. God, I didn't ever want to leave him. Even if he could be an angry jerk.
"Now," he said, patting my head. "Let's get you out of that stupid outfit and makeup."
I nodded and headed towards the bathroom.
What was this feeling of déjà vu?
Kensei went to bed while I was cleaning up. When I was finished, I slid in next to him. The warmth of his body was so comforting. However, it made me a little anxious. I couldn't help but imagine his body and how good it looked. Especially when it will-
Okay, new train of thought. There were still serious topics we needed to discuss.
"Hey, Kensei?"
"Yeah?"
"What's going to happen now?" He eyed me quizzically. "Aizen's going to jail. Your name will be cleared. You can do whatever you want…"
Kensei chuckled and I could feel the vibrations. I scooted in a little closer.
"I don't know what everyone else is going to do, but I happen to like my little shop. I'll keep it and find an apartment. One that's no falling apart."
I bit my lip, wondering whether I should ask my next question.
"How about us?"
"What about us?"
I groaned. Kensei could be so immature. "We're going to stay together, right?" With the turmoil gone from Kensei's life, maybe he'd want a normal partner. Sure, we were together, but sometimes I worried about his true feelings. After all, we've hardly done anything sexual. He's not someone who usually says his feelings out loud unless they're negative.
Kensei chuckled. "Of course. The only reason I care about my shop is because it's the reason I met you again."
All the blood rushed to my face (well, most of it went in the completely opposite direction). Why did he have to say things like that when I was off guard?
"I'll stay with you until you ask me to leave," Kensei whispered in my ear.
I smiled and buried my face in the pillow.
"That will never happen."
The past few months were so busy that Kensei and I didn't have much time to really understand each other. Now that Aizen was going to jail, that was going to change. I was planning to go to university and commute out of Kensei's apartment-to-be. I wasn't sure what I was going to study. I had enough of business and corporations. I wanted to do something meaningful and helpful to the community. My future was full of possibilities that I had to discover. And Kensei would be by my side through every door.
"Hey, Shuuhei?"
"Yeah?"
"Why aren't you wearing underwear?"
