Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I don't own FIFA, the AFC, or anything that corresponds with them. I don't own Mercedes Benz, or the name "Cannon of Asia".
Author's Note:
1). I am SO SO SO sorry it's taken me this long to update, but let me just say, this chapter was really hard to write for some reason...the bitch just didn't want to be written!...so I want to say I'm sorry, again...and I'd promise that it'll never happen again...but I don't know if I could uphold that...:
2) ...and watch out for the lemony-ness! (Be warned; I'll try not to be too explicit, but I make no guarantees...this fiction IS rated M for a reason... :P)
3) But enough! Chapter 11, here we go!
Thank God. Kenpachi moaned as Tatsuki sat up again, closed her eyes and obeyed him when he told her to kiss him, moving her lips over his in the barest brush of a kiss. Kenpachi slowly tackled her back onto the bed, resting on his side beside her, afraid he'd crush her if he lay on top of her. He was constantly in awe of how much smaller than him she was. He pulled back from their kiss, enjoying the way her mouth fell open as she sighed, and how slow she was to open her eyes, as if she was savoring the moment, storing it for later. He slid his one hand between her head and the pillow,pushing his fingers through her hair to cradle her skull in his hand. His other hand made its way down her body, sliding over her waist down to curl itself over her hip. Even with his palm resting against her hipbone, his fingers were long enough he could almost cup her ass. He tightened his fingers on her derriere and pulled her closer to him, lowering his head to taste her yet again-
Bigger IS better. That was the only thought running through Tatsuki's head as Kenpachi's hands cradled her body. His hands were so big, the one holding her head was almost cupping her entire skull, and with his palm resting on her hip, his long fingers almost spanned her entire ass cheek. When he tightened his hand on her ass and pulled her closer to him, Tatsuki's eyes flew open-but then closed again almost immediately when their lips met. She couldn't help moaning when he started kneading her ass, his thumb drawing lazy figure eights just above her hip at the same time. He's driving me crazy. When his tongue gently entered her mouth, Tatsuki welcomed it, enjoying the slow, soft way he explored, without simply thrusting in and out.
I don't think I'll ever get enough of her. Kenpachi groaned as Tatsuki bumped her pelvis against him, her mouth opening wider to receive his deepening kiss. He could feel himself growing hard, but he wasn't sure if that was something he wanted Tatsuki to feel just yet, so he moved her body back from his in the same way he'd drawn it closer, dragging his teeth over her lower lip as his mouth left hers.
"Where do you think you're going, Mr. Zaraki?" the vixen inquired, touching the tip of her tongue to her lower lip, which was now slightly puffy from the abrasion of his teeth.
"I'm just givin' you a little space," he replied.
"What if I don't want it?" retorted Tatsuki cheekily, pushing on his shoulder to knock him onto his back, then sitting up and swinging her leg over him, so she was straddling him. She tilted her head as she slid her hands underneath the edges of his shirt, which she'd unbuttoned while they'd been kissing. Kenpachi hadn't even noticed.
"Well then," his mouth went dry at the speculative gleam in her eyes, "Get as close as ya want, then..."
Tatsuki simply smiled, the lust that had overtaken her body clouding her brain, rendering her incapable of further speech. The position she was in had her sex situated directly above Kenpachi's, and she could feel that particular part of him was just as big and hard as the rest of him. Yum. Her fingers, in their exploration of his-oh, so magnificent-chest, found his tiny nipples and she tugged one gently, laughing as Kenpachi growled at her. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb along it, then rested the other on her waist, sliding it lower as she began to tease his nipples in earnest.
Tatsuki jerked as his hand slid down to her thigh, his thumb bumping against her clit through her shorts and panties while he arched his hips to press his length against her opening. She rolled her hips over him, smirking in pure female satisfaction as his eyes rolled back into his head with the feel of her dampness against him.
"Tatsuki?" croaked Kenpachi, his hand sliding from her face back to her waist, his fingers tightening spasmodically as she ground against him.
"Yes?"
"I want...I need...I-'
"Yes, Kenpachi?" She rolled his nipple between her fingers, pinching it lightly.
"I want y-"
It was right in that moment that her phone decided to ring furiously.
Fuck technology. Tatsuki leaned across Kenpachi to grab her phone, flipping it open impatiently. "It's Rukia," she informed the footballer with a sigh. "I'd better answer it."
"Answer it then," he smiled mischeviously as she held the phone to her ear, waiting until she had barked her last name to circle his thumb over her clit lazily, laughing as she jerked, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan. She swatted his hand away, and he stilled as she stiffened and all the colour drained from her face.
"You can't be serious," she said into the phone. "Ok, we'll be there momentarily." She closed the phone, tossed it on the bed, and pushed Kenpachi's hands off her body as she vaulted over him, heading for the closet.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, confusion inscribed on his features.
"There's been another murder," Tatsuki called as she disappeared into the washroom, clutching a handful of clothes.
"You're fuckin' kiddin'," Kenpachi grunted, falling back onto the bed with an angry moan. "Who?"
"Kira, and I only wish I was," Tatsuki said, re-emerging in a simple white dress shirt and grey tailored slacks, running a comb through her hair. "Both teams are meeting at Urahara's house, but the meeting's starting soon, so we'd better hurry."
"Yeah, let me get my shoes," frowned Kenpachi. "But when we get back, Detective?"
"Yes, Mr. Zaraki?" she teased.
"We're picking right up where we left off," He dropped his keys into his pocket.
"Fine by me," Tatsuki winked at him, then stepped into the hall.
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Uryuu Ishida was so upset he could barely focus on the conversation taking place around him. When his eyes were closed, the moment he'd turned Kira over replayed in his head, like a scratched DVD bouncing back to the same moment over and over. When his eyes were open, all he saw was the teams he'd let down. Although everyone seemed sympathetic, he knew that some of them were secretly wondering what good he was, why yet another of their teammates had died when he was supposedly 'safe'-hell, even if none of them blamed him, he blamed himself. He'd let them down-all of them-
He closed his eyes, and saw Kira's bloodied face all over again, the deep gashes of torn flesh running lengthwise down the footballer's face, the torn strips hanging from his chin, his gaping eyeballs the only thing in his face that remained intact-the eyelids having been hacked off, lying god-knew-where in the pool of blood that fanned out from the body and now dripped onto the floor.
Uryuu felt himself spasm, but his brain had already registered the smell and previous experience with dead bodies prevented him from getting nauseous. His fingers shook as he paged first the forensics department, then Captain Ukitake...
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"The time of death was estimated to be between 1:00 and 3:00 in the morning," Captain Ukitake droned. The football team had long since been asked to leave and were congregating in Urahara's living room, while the police contingent had remained in the dining room to discuss the gory details of the murder. Ukitate scanned the grim faces staring back at him before continuing, "Uryuu didn't find Kira until about an hour ago. Although the inital cause of death was the slitting of the throat, apparently the killer found it necessary to disfigure the rest of the body, in the exact same pattern as," Ukitake opened the brown manila folder and spread the glossies of the previous murder scenes infront of him, "Sousuke Aizen's and Chin Ichimaru's."
At the end of the table, Hanatarou Yamada eeped and made a beeline for the door, his face green, while his fellow rookie Nanao Ise merely tightened her lips into a flat line while pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Now," Ukitake continued, "the only possible link between the three murdered players is that they all were relatively close to," he paused to scan the faces of the team sitting infront of him, "Gin Ichimaru."
"So could he be the killer, then?" Renji asked.
"Well, he was the first suspect on my list," Ukitake returned, "except on the 19th, when Aizen was murdered, he was visiting a friend, who I already confirmed his alibi with, and the 24th, he called his elderly neighbours who had just returned from a trip at," Ukitake consulted his notebook, "around 7:30 to see if they wanted their mail brought over. The neighbour's wife says then that she saw Gin's silhouette in the window and that he often reads a couple of hours at night, and that he didn't move from his apartment for the next three hours...Chin Ichimaru was found dead in his apartment the following morning by the maid, and the time of death was estimated to be between 8 and 9 the previous evening." Ukitake coughed. "I also checked Ichimaru's room about every hour last night, and he was there the entire time. So I think it's safe to say we can cross him off our list."
Nanao cleared her throat. "Do you think the murders are related to the player's relationships with Gin Ichimaru, Captain? Or do you just think that they could be a coincidence?"
"I'm not sure," Ukitake acknowledged grimly. "I will do more investigating to see if anyone has it in for him, because it's quite possible that they could be targeting the players that were closest to him. In the meantime," he fixed every officer around the table with a grim stare, "stick as close to your assigned players as you can, but keep your relationship as professional as possible. Ask them if they have any enemies, and if you can, see if any of them had in in for Gin, find out who does and who doesn't get along with him. Coach Urahara has confirmed that there will be practice tommorrow," Ukitake concluded with a slight smile, "so be ready to meet again tommorrow morning. You're all free to go...except you, Uryuu," he said over the scraping of chairs as the other officers took their leave. "You stay right where you are."
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