Disclaimer and AN: i do not own Bleach or Hackers. it was brought to my attention that i wasn't clear on ages (hence my plea for a Beta for when i get too lazy to proofread or revise) and this is based on the American school system, i'm too lazy to look up how it is in Japan (sorries!): Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, and Kaien are seniors (18). Hanatarou and Ganju are younger, and i'm not specifying, so let's say they're juniors and a year younger than the others.
many thanks to XcaliberSA (i'll think of something for Kaien) and MrsKurosaki (your comments make me laugh) and everyone who has put this story on alert!
Chapter Nine
Mister The Kyouka Suigetsu-san
Enter password.
G-O-D
The screen flashed, and then access granted.
"Yes," Hanatarou grinned to himself. He would show everyone. "It's you and me Hisagomaru! Let's do this."
Hanatarou's eyes darted from one corner of the screen to the other. There were so many files, commands, open storage drives, that he didn't know where to start. Truly, Gibsons were every elite computer users' playground.
"Okay, I need proof that we were here," he muttered, his fingers easily manning the arrow keys to navigate through the expansive super computer. Hanatarou's eyes darted to one obvious, yet inconspicuous, place. "Garbage, I'll take garbage for five hundred."
Hueco Mundo Mineral Corporation was the largest oil company in Japan, and one of the first companies to develop and use the super computer. For the last ten years, Hueco Mundo kept itself at the top of Japan's economic pillars by using the Gibson to its advantage for hunting precious oil. Above all, to keep up with and protect its advanced technologies, Hueco Mundo staffed the elite.
Behind his sly, fox-like smile, Ichimaru Gin watched the monitor intently. He reached over to the end of his desk and picked up the phone.
"Aizen-sama?" he spoke into the receiver.
A few blocks down from Hueco Mundo, a groggy Aizen Souske struggled to support himself as he lay on his stomach and talk on the phone at the same time. He had knocked over several cans of Mr. Coffee from his night stand, but he managed to grab the receiver. "My name is Kyouka Suigetsu."
"Uhm, Kyouka Suigetsu-san, something is happening on the monitor."
Good help was so hard to come by. "What is that something, you techno-weenie?" Aizen mumbled, completely uninterested in the phone call. Hueco Mundo only paid him to be the head of security from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., and his digital clock clearly read that it was four in the morning.
Although the other man on the line could not see him, Gin never let his smile falter. "The accounting subdirectory in the Gibson is working really hard. There is one person registered online, but the workload is enough for ten to twelve users. I think we have a hacker. How soon can you be here?"
"Never fear, I is here," came a voice through the security doors of the lowest level of Hueco Mundo.
Gin turned around, not surprised at who appeared, but amazed at the speed of which he arrived. Aizen Sousuke glided through the hall, his path clearly aimed for the main screen to the Gibson, with his brown hair slicked back and eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses.
Gin pulled up a chair for his superior. "I've narrowed the activity to terminal 23. Like I said, it's a single user."
Aizen typed in a few commands on the keyboard. He arched his eyebrow. " 'God' wouldn't be up this late," he mumbled. He pushed the mouse around, navigating through the terminal to check what activities the Gibson was executing. The "Garbage" folder blinked rapidly, and Aizen's eyes narrowed.
"Shit!" he growled. Aizen put an ear piece in place and pulled down the microphone. "Get me the switching control center. Hurry up!"
Nodding, Gin dialed the extension on the number pad. He watched as Aizen typed at an incredible rate, his fingers never resting between each key stroke.
"I need to trace a call that is in progress," Aizen commanded. He hoped that he wasn't too late.
Laying in his bed across the room from his laptop, Hanatarou could not succomb to sleep until he knew his file finished downloading. His eyes flickered over to check the monitor, watching the progress bar slowly fill to completness. He may have been imagining it from the overdose of adrenaline from hacking the Gibson, but Hanatarou thought the file was copying slower than usual.
"What is in there?" he thought silently as he tucked his hands behind his head. He tried to find amusement in the ceiling, but a knock at his bedroom door interrupted his thoughts.
"Shit!" he hissed. Hanatarou hurried to shimmy himself under his bed sheets and turn of the lamp on his night stand.
It wasn't his biological mother, but Hanatarou loved her nonetheless. His adoptive mother opened the door and swept through the room gracefully. Her long raven hair was braided towards the front, and even though she was dressed for bed, she would probably sleep with her hair fixed in that manner and wake up with every strand in place.
"Bed, sleep, now," Unohana's voice floated in the darkness.
She made her way to Hanatarou's computer and pushed the power button. The screen also slipped into darkness, and she pushed the screen shut. Unohana left a kiss on Hanatarou's forehead, who feigned sleep with a small smile. When the door closed once more, Hanatarou rolled over to grab a flashlight from under his bed. He tip toed to his desk and opened his computer again. It had shut off.
Realizing that he was unable to do any more at the moment, he pulled the USB drive from the back of his laptop. Hanatarou leapt back onto his bed, feeling his ceiling for the air vent where he kept his most prized and secretive possessions. Grabbing a piece of tape, he taped his jump drive to the wall of the open space and replaced the vent to cover it inconspiculously. At least he had his proof of a piece of a Gibson, and he would show the guys when he saw them at school on Monday. For now, Hanatarou could sleep.
"He's gone," Gin sighed as he watched the blinking lights on the screen fade to a solid color. He ran a hand through his long, silvery hair. For all of the hours he had worked in Hueco Mundo security, they usually only entailed him watching the screen, and he never really respond to a serious security breach. He watched Aizen work silently out of the corner of his eye.
"Did you get a trace?" Aized talked into his headphone set.
"Yeah we got it."
Finally, Aizen let a smile cross his face. Thing were working out as planned. "Good."
