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Ten

"How long has it been happening, the murders I mean." the bald man on Kenpachi's left side asked as Kensei took a sip of beer. They were sitting in a secluded bar in the downtown area. Kensei set down his drink with a clink and wiped his wet hands over his blue jeans.

"About half a year." The bald man's eyes widened at the words.

"And you guys didn't do anything about it?"

Kensei shrugged and scowled. "It started with the young male hookers and druggies in the streets and we overlooked the whole thing to be normal. Then the psycho started with the students and things started getting serious."

Kenpachi snorted. "That's being racist…"

Kensei didn't reply to his words but Shinji, who had been sitting silently at his side the whole time, suddenly slammed his fist down onto the table. "We're not being racist! Have you any idea how many fucking cases we have to deal with everyday? The crime rates here are sky high compared with Tokyo. This was a long case that didn't have any particular leads, so of course we had to set it aside and deal with the easier ones first!"

He was breathing hard by the time he finished and Kensei motioned for him to sit down. Shinji shot Kenpachi a dark scathing look before slowly backing down.

"Sorry. I take my words back." Kenpachi surprised everyone by apologizing. He grinned as Shinji looked up in surprise and bewilderment and caught his eye. A small hint of red crept onto Shinji's pale cheeks and he gave a small grunt as he stood up, pushing his way out of the pub. Kensei watched him go with a small frown.

"I suppose you have someone undercover?" Kenpachi turned the subject back onto the case and Kensei grunted as he nodded. Rubbing his hands over his wary face, he sighed and reached for a cigarette.

He had promised Shuuhei that he would give up smoking but since the boy was gone and no one was there to supervise him, the cancer sticks came back. Old habits die hard. And in the recent week, he had taken a habit of sleeping in Shuuhei's bed. The sweet scent of the boy was fading but it still felt wonderful to dream about him. Yes, Kensei admitted that he was a coward when it came to relationship problems.

"One of our best agents is pretending to be a college student. Hopefully the freak would go for him and not some innocent guy…" he muttered darkly and took a drag, smoke relaxing and dulling his senses.

"You didn't give me your cell number yet. We'd better keep in close touch if we want things to go smoothly." Kenpachi suggested and Kensei frowned as he reached for his pockets.

"Damn, I haven't seen that blasted thing for weeks…maybe I dropped it somewhere…" Kensei frowned and downed the rest of his drink. "I'll get a new one and tell you then."

"So unprofessional…" the bald man muttered under his breath as Kensei stood up. Kensei stepped out of the bar just as it began to rain. Large fat drops of water fell from the grey cloudy sky and in mere moments, he was soaked. Smiling bitterly, the pale haired man started his way back to the station.

Shuuhei glanced at the dark sky with a worried expression. It looked as if rain would be here any second. Thunder cracked overhead and he immediately reached for his cell phone. Kensei never remembered to bring an umbrella on theses days. His fingers hesitated at the cool metal touch of his cell phone and he forced his fingers away. Kensei would never pick up anyway. A stab of hurt cut through his chest. Everywhere, people walked in pairs, happily enjoying the company of their lovers and family. Shuuhei tugged his hood over his head as he walked out of campus.

"So, I'll see you around then." Ichigo tapped Shuuhei's shoulder when he noticed the other teen had spaced out again. Shuuhei's mind tends to wander a lot these days.

"Yeah, see you guys. I guess I'll be heading home now." he replied and gave Ichigo a small smile. Grimmjow stood silently behind the carrot top, hands stuffed in his jeans.

"Be safe out there and keep your eyes open, alright?" Shuuhei blinked in surprise when he heard Grimmjow's gruff words. He smiled and waved goodbye to his friends and started his way back to his father's apartment.

It was located in a remote alley, the rooms old and slightly smelling of mildew and mold. There were a few alley cats wandering around the dumpster outside. All in all, it was like a trash bin compared to Kensei's condo. He walked up to the door and knocked, watching small bits of peeling paint fly off the door. It was yanked up half a second later.

"Welcome home, son!" the sight of the small flimsy man in the doorway made Shuuhei smile halfheartedly. It had been three weeks since the man walked into his life and Shuuhei had never felt more grateful. The man provided a distraction for him despite the fact that Shuuhei was still not really used to the sight of his small 5'4 frame.

"Do you want steak for dinner?" he asked enthusiastically as Shuuhei dumped his bag on the ground.

"Not really…I'm not hungry." Shuuhei replied absently, staring at the screen of his cell phone. It was a photo he had taken with Kensei when Shuuhei was fourteen. The short brunet boy smiled happily, sitting between the white haired man's long legs.

He didn't notice the way his father tensed when his eyes fell on the picture. The man turned around and slowly took a few quiet breaths to calm the rage that was rearing its ugly head.

"Well, I prepared steak so come and eat when you're done." He turned into the kitchen and grabbed the knife, stabbing it deep into the meat.

He checked carefully that the brunet boy was truly asleep before slamming his fists into the wall repeatedly until he could control his feelings. His shoulders sagged as a few broken sobs escaped his trembling lips. He wanted the boy so much it hurt like a physical wound. But every time he felt they had gotten closer, the other man, the fucking ungrateful asshole would appear in the boy's mind and his efforts would crumble like a sand castle.

A sick smile appeared on his face when the cell phone in his back pocket vibrated softly. He pulled the sleek expensive-looking black phone out of his jeans and flipped it open. The text message was from the boy again.

Kensei-san, I'll bet a week's homework that you didn't bring an umbrella with you again. I know you're pretty busy and probably never even look at my messages but I want you to know that as long as this cell phone still works, I'll send one everyday. Just wanted to remind you that the week is still expecting rain, so bring an umbrella with you when you go out! I'm pretty good here in college. Dad's being pretty nice to me.

I love you. Always.

His fingers wrapped so tight around the phone that the knuckles went white. A high-pitched frustrated keen squeezed its way from his chapped lips. He needed to calm down or he was going to explode from the rage pounding in his chest. The boy was his, goddamnit! No one, absolutely no one could take him away.

The thought of wrapping his fingers around the pale elegant throat and squeezing the life out of him, watching the beautiful hazel eyes dim and lose life made small electric bolts rush to his lower parts. Those beautiful eyes were so arousing it hurt to look at them. He wanted to make love to the boy and kill him all at the same time.

A pale shaking hand crept to his pants, undoing the buttons and grabbing his arousal. He closed his eyes, breathing harshly past dry lips as he let his sick imagination wander. He would take the boy and then kill him so that he would be young and beautiful forever. Those eyes belonged to the selves in the basement, along with all those other beautiful eyes. And as for his body, well he wouldn't sell any of the boy's parts even if they offered him a fortune. Then if they tried to separate his beautiful prize and him, he would eat the boy. That way, they would never be apart…

With a soft groan of pleasure, he came, hot fluids filling his fist. Slowly, he staggered his way upstairs toward the boy's bedroom. There was no need to be quiet for he had put a small dose of sleeping drug into his dinner.

Still breathing harshly, he reached his soiled hand out and smeared his semen over those delicious lips. Gently easing his lips open, his finger dipped into the hot cavern and he moaned in excitement, blood pounding in his ears. Slowly, he leaned down; hot breath washing over the boy's sleeping face. Their lips were inches apart when he heard the boy whisper a name and turn around.

"Kensei-san…"

His eyes went cold, like two shiny black glass buttons behind his glasses. Clenching his fists, he stood slowly, eyes never leaving the sleeping form. How could the boy hurt him so? He was the only one that truly loved him, not the stupid man named Kensei. He made up his mind. He would kill the man after he claimed the boy. After all, how hard would it be? It had been child's play to nick the cell phone from his jacket in the diner. The man was nothing compared to his intelligence.

As for now, he needed to cool down and one good way was to collect another beautiful object. He stepped out of the house, carefully shutting the door behind him. There had been a pretty brunet in the prostitute district. He was going to pay the boy a visit. Yes, he would wait before acting.

After all, good things come to those who wait.

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