Hospital Angeles de las Lomas

4:18 PM

"GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER." I yelled.

The doctor was currently digging around in the hole in my shoulder trying to extract the bullet. Yoruichi was holding my hand and I was squeezing it hard. A few more moves and the doctor pulled out a tiny lead bullet held in what looked like long tweezers. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad." Yoruichi ruffled my hair like she used to when I was young.

My breathing was shallow. "Apparently people like to shoot me."

The doctor came back in and started to stitch me up. He didn't speak a word of English but at least it looked like he knew what he was doing. He finished his work and then we were done.

We paid for the work at the front desk and then we went to sit back down in the lobby.

"We're all good it was just a shoulder wound." I said sitting across from Kisuke.

He was eating a mango.

Yoruichi sat down to." So what are we supposed to do now we're all out of leads."

Kisuke stopped eating. "I'm sorry this wasn't part of the plan."

Yoruichi looked up. "What plan?"

Kisuke looked away. "I've said too much.

He got up from his seat and went outside.

Yoruichi and I looked at each other puzzled. Then we followed him outside. He was standing on the steps.

"What plan are you talking about Kisuke?" I asked.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, I just mixed up the glasses so I had to put more. And then I messed it all up."

"Kisuke what the hell are you talking about?" Yoruichi demanded.

"I'm sorry I put muscle relaxers in the alcohol. It was supposed to be just for me because I like to trip sometimes. But I put it in the wrong glass so I put more in and then the glasses started to get mixed up. Then everything went to shit."

What happened next completely shocked and surprised me.

Yoruichi screamed like crazy and jumped on kisuke slammimg his head into the ground.

She grabbed his shirt by the collar. "You asshole! First you fuck up in the soul society and you make me run away with you, ruining my reputation and leave behind Soi Fon. And now I have just one shot to redeem myself and you fuck it up again! You ruined my life!

"I'm sorry I just wanted everyone to have a good time." Kisuke cried.

"I hate you!"

Yoruichi started punching him in the face drawing attention from pedestrians. I didn't want anyone to get arrested again so I decided to intervene.

I wrapped both arms around Yoruichi's stomach and lifted her off Kisuke. Kisuke sat up wiping the blood from his nose. Yoruichi struggled against my hold still trying to get to Kisuke. But I held her tight.

"Calm the fuck down!" I yelled.

"Fuck you!" She yelled back.

Are you kidding me with this shit?

I let her go, spun her around and smacked her straight across the face.

"You need to pull your fucking shit together right now."

She stared at me looking stunned. Then she slowly nodded her head.

Yoruichi looked at Kisuke who was still on the ground. "You are not my friend!"

Kisuke looked sadly at the ground. His shirt was slightly up, that's when I noticed something odd.

"Kisuke what's that on your stomach?

He shook his head. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I walked over to him and lifted up his shirt. The writing said Gran Hotel Cuidad De Mexico 6:00 in sharpie.

Yoruichi took out her phone. "6:00 that's in half an hour."

"Then let's get a cab and hurry." I stated.

We went to the street to get a taxi then we were on our way to the hotel. We arrived and went into the lobby. A man in an all black suit came up to address us.

"This way." He said simply, walking in front of us.

We followed him into an elevator and we all stepped in. None of us said a word as the elevator ascended. The lights kept climbing until we reached the highest floor. We all stepped out into what seemed like a very expensive hotel dining room. We followed the suited man to a small table where a man was eating. He was a thick man, bald with full facial hair. He looked like he was eating a very expensive plate of spaghetti. When we walked up to the table he looked up from his meal.

"Well don't just stand there, sit, sit, everyone sit!"

We all followed suit and took our seats at the table.

Yoruichi dared to speak first. "Excuse me but could you tell us why-"

"You know they serve the most delicious plum whiskey here that really gets you fucked up." He said.

We all fell silent.

"But you guys already got fucked up didn't you?" He laughed.

We all thought it was ok to laugh a little with him.

Then he slammed his glass on the table. "Where is Aizen with the codes?"

"What codes?" I asked.

"Aizen and I had an agreement. In exchange for my assets he was supposed to give me access to the accounts in the Cayman Islands."

"I'm sorry but we don't know about any codes about banks on islands." Yoruichi pleaded.

"Well you better start knowing about the codes. Where the fuck is Aizen?"

"Umm somewhere." Kisuke lied.

"Look if you assholes want your friend back you will get Aizen here tomorrow morning and get me the codes."

"Hold on just what do you mean by that?" Yoruichi demanded.

"That's right, I know you've been looking from Byakuya. I have him and you better give me the codes if you want him back."

"What the hell give him back!" I yelled.

"The codes first, now get lost you ugly fucks."

Several men in suites came over to remove us from the table.

The man pointed at Kisuke. "Leave the hat."

"But its designer." Kisuke pouted.

"Leave the hat asshole." I sneered.

We left the table without the escorts.

Aizen is dead, we're fucked.