A/N: Mmm…so Thanksgiving break is over far too early, and this means that this week is going to be hell on earth, including massive papers, quizzes and the nearing of the end of my classes from hades.

Yay and urgh at the same time. I need to start writing the fifteen page paper I've been researching. dance squee…railroads, bleh

Suggested listening: "Getting away with Murder" Papa Roach

Chapter 14: Getting away with Murder

"Well, well, well…Kuchiki Byakuya…it has been a while hasn't it?" Aizen smirked, his teeth almost fang-like as he leaned against the doorframe, gun still nonchalantly aimed in their direction. "Seems I've caught you with your…pants down."

Hisana growled menacingly from beneath Byakuya. He hadn't moved at all since Aizen had entered the room, blocking her from Aizen with his body.

"How did you get in Aizen?" Byakuya practically spat, reaching for the sheets and pulling them over Hisana's bare frame.

"Ahhh…how often we come to these accusations…my friend, I was let in." Aizen laughed, "You see, it helps to have contacts within your…immediate family."

"I see…so my father put you up to this?" Byakuya grimaced, sitting upright and reaching for his pants. He'd rather not greet Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates in his birthday suit, if it came to that.

"Don't move." another voice commanded, and Byakuya froze as Hisana yelped behind him. He turned cautiously to see Hisana's sheet wrapped form hoisted into the arms of a giant, his spiked hair almost touching the beams of the bungalow styled room.

"Thank you, Kenpachi." Aizen said with a smile, "Now, Byakuya, this doesn't have to be unpleasant…why don't we walk into the next room and talk…business?"

Byakuya held his hands out as he reached for his shorts, his own personal hand gun locked in a nearby drawer. He stood no chance of reaching a weapon in time to do anything about it, and with what seemed to be a…professional at his back, it wasn't a good thing to risk.

"Ah, no" the gruff voice from behind him spoke, "I wasn't talking to you Byakuya."

"Excuse me?" Aizen grunted, his face perplexed as the strange man holding Hisana let out a barking laugh.

"Ah…Aizen, did you really think I'd do what you ask for the price you paid? I'm a mercenary, I go to the highest bidder."

"I was the highest bidder!" Aizen snorted, face red.

"Actually," a male voice coughed from behind Aizen, a gun pointed to the back of the mogul's head, "I paid the highest price."

"I…ICHIGO!" Hisana yelped, clinging tightly to Kenpachi, her head spinning.

Aizen's eyes widened as the situation suddenly turned. He calmly dropped the gun down to waist height, eyes narrowing as he stared at Kenpachi.

"I paid you all that money for nothing?" he hissed.

"Nah…I'll find something to spend it on." Kenpachi shrugged, a crazed smile on his face.

"Kenpachi, take Hisana and get out of here." Ichigo commanded, "And Byakuya, put some pants on, I'll take care of this dick."

Aizen smirked as Ichigo reached for his gun, flipping it up and pressing it into his shoulder, firing backwards into Ichigo's chest. Hisana screamed as Ichigo's eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, blood splattering against the wall.

Byakuya dodged as Aizen staggered out of the doorway, his shoulder bleeding and dripping down his arm onto the hall floors, staining his white dress shirt, firing bullets as he went, Hisana scrambling in slow motion from Kenpachi's arms, jumping across the bed and skidding across the hard wood, rug covered floors, skinning her knees in the process.

"Ichigo!" she yelped, lifting his head into her lap. His lips were blue. She smacked him in the face, her small hands attempting to stay the flow of blood from the wound on his chest. "He's not breathing!" she yelped, her tiny fists pounding desperately.

Arms ensconced her from behind and tugged her backwards, away from his body, away from her far too still friend, a red stain spilling from his back and onto the floors, the hand selected woods drinking and staining.

"ICHIGO!"

Everything spun, colors faded.

"ICHIGO!"

A/N: Cliffie?

Sorry this has taken so long, you'd think with as much fanfiction that I write that I wouldn't have a problem writing my fifteen plus page final paper. Not…

The past four days have been a torment. UGH. BUT IT'S OVER. Now I just gotta edit it and turn it in, teeheeheehee

I feel irrational

So Confrontational

To tell the truth again

I'm getting away with murder

It is impossible

To Never tell the truth

But the reality

Is that I'm getting away with murder