Lemony: Hola readers! I have an update for ya! Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving because I sure did.
Wicked: Yes, it was a good holiday wasn't it? I watched my Mistress get drunk and then she fell down a flight of stairs. I laughed so hard readers, I turned red and started coughing.
Awesome: Now Wicked, you know that's wrong! Why would you laugh at a drunk woman falling down some stairs? Are you really that evil?
Wicked: What? I didn't put gun to my Mistress's head and make her drink. She's the one who went and bought three huge bottle of wine anyway. And yes, I am that evil. You would have laughed too.
Awesome: Yeah, you're right, I probably would have.
Lemony: *rolls eyes* Enjoy the chappy readers.
Rukia ground herself into Gin's aching erection getting more and more aroused. Gin assisted her grind, he guided her tiny hips over the bulge his slacks, groaning when he realized her heat was within reach. This was it. As the serpent, it was his moment to strike. Gin parted her lips, his tongue circled around hers, savoring the taste. He pulled away from her lips and latched onto her neck and began trailing kissing along it. Rukia arched into him and moaned aloud, goodness gracious this was wonderful feeling. An aching burn stirred up between Rukia's legs, a burn that didn't go unnoticed by Gin.
While Gin feasted on her delicious little body, Rukia's dainty hands trailed down his toned chest and to his belt. With skilled hands, she unlatched the silver buckle.
"Rukia…" Gin breathed huskily against her warm skin, " Wait a minute…"
Gin trailed his thumb along the waist of his pants until he located his beloved Desert Eagle. Carefully, he removed it from the waistline of his slacks and placed the heavy weapon on the coffee table.
"Do you…always carry that around?" Rukia breathed once she felt Gin continue his attack on her body, he was absolutely determined to leave a mark or two. Gin didn't answer her question instead he lopped his fingers around her panties and began to pull the lacy fabric down. His nostrils flared when the scent of her wetness drifted from between her legs. Gin growled and bit down hard on Rukia's neck causing her to moan…loudly. She was so ready to be taken, and Gin was so ready to ravish her hot little pussy.
Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door. (Lemony: Oooh! Denied!)
Gin took a deep, calming breath and tried not to swear. Now who the fuck could that be at a time like this? Both Gin and Rukia stared at each other longingly before they untangled themselves. Gin huffed, jumped off the couch, and stormed over to the door all the while re-latching his pants. He furiously swung the door open to see Izuru standing there.
"Izuru…" Gin growled furiously, fighting to keep his aloof smile in place, "There better be a good fucking reason as to why you're at my door."
The blonde man cocked an eyebrow and glanced behind Gin to see Rukia, red-faced, and panting. Izuru then noticed Gin's shirt was wide open. He couldn't help but smirk.
"Did I interrupt something?"
"What's the problem Izuru?" Gin seethed ignoring his question and wanting him to get to the fucking point. Izuru then frowned.
"Its one of our men, boss. He's down."
"Who?" Gin asked furrowing his eyebrows,
"Some kid named Hanataro Yamada." Izuru explained, "He was just a foot soldier."
"Where is this kid now?" The silver-haired gangster questioned, Izuru told him that the raven-haired child was currently held up in Saint Lemony's General Hospital. Gin didn't even need to ask where that was, he'd sent plenty of people to that hospital before.
Wordlessly, Gin walked back inside his apartment and snatched his gun off the coffee table, all the while Rukia was looking at him, wide-eyed.
"Gin," She said carefully, "What are you going to do?"
He didn't answer her, instead the silver-haired gangster left the apartment with Izuru. Rukia sat on the couch, trembling. She hoped and prayed that this didn't have anything to do with her…
Gin and Izuru arrived at the hospital a few moments later. Standing outside were a few of Gin's closer associates. One of which was deathly pale, with serpent-like emerald eyes and a blank expression. His name was Ulquiorra Cifer. The other was blue-haired, with matching striking blue eyes. He was holding a cigarette between his smirking lips. That guy was Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. They both saluted Gin with a heads-up nod, Gin returned the gesture wordlessly as he and Izuru entered the hospital. Both of the young men were thinking the same thing: This must be a big fucking deal if the boss had to show his face.
Smiling broadly, the silver-haired man approached the front counter. He reached into his pants and silently placed his gun on the counter in front of the nurse. The young lady's eyes went impossibly wide when she saw the flash of the firearm. She looked up at Gin and gulped,
"Hello…" Gin purred, "We're looking for a friend of ours, his name is Hanataro, could you be so kind as to tell us where he is…?"
"R-R-Room 31..." The nurse answered knowing for a fact that if she didn't answer these two men could possibly kill her.
"Thank you," Gin hummed politely as he tucked his gun back into his slacks, he then turned to the stone-faced Izuru.
"Stay with her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. If she does, kill her."
With that, Gin turned on his heel and walked down the hallway, leaving Izuru alone with the frightened nurse. When he entered Hanataro's room, he could see the boy was badly beaten and clinging to life. Almost all of Hanataro's body was covered in deep, purple bruises. There were a few scratches here and there but most of them were covered in bandages. Gin could tell whoever did this to the boy was a fucking amateur...
Hanataro's small, blue eyes went impossibly wide when he saw Gin chuckling in the door way. But this was no laughing matter…
"Ah, Hanataro," Gin purred, "How are you?"
"Y-you're the boss!" The boy exclaimed weakly, "The actual b-b-boss! What are you doing h-h-here?"
"I came to find out who did this to you," Gin said, "No one hurts one of my soldiers and gets away with it…so, who did this to ya?"
"Two guys," Hanatoaro explained coughing up a bit of blood, "They did this."
"What did they look like, kid?" Gin questioned, Hanataro thought back to the experience. He'd been skulking around a small pawn shop with the intention of robbing it. That was his thing, Hanataro was just a petty thief, he'd never committed any serious crimes. The two guys appeared out of nowhere, one had black hair and the other had funny-looking orange hair. They kind of looked alike, but Hanataro remembered that the black-haired one was significantly older. They beat him like a fucking piñata, one with a goddamned baseball bat and the other with his bare hands. They threatened to kill him if Hanataro didn't tell them where Gin was…which he didn't know to begin with. After a brief scuffle, the younger boy managed to break away and find fellow crew members, Uliqourra and Grimmjow. Uliqourra was o the one responsible for bringing Hanataro to the hospital while Grimmjow searched the streets for the two men who had attacked him.
Hanataro explained everything to Gin.
The silver-haired gangster listened to the boy's story getting more and more enthralled. This was so exhilarating! He knew for a fact it had been Kaien and Ichigo who had attacked the poor kid! Those two were giving Gin a fucking reason start a war! This was great! Every day it was something new! The twists and turns of it all! Gin was praying from some excitement in his life and now, he had it! The silver-haired gangster carefully hid his toxic joy from young Hanataro.
"Don't worry kid," Gin purred, "You're part of my crew. The guys who did this won't be around for very long…"
Hanataro didn't whether to smile or frown. However, he didn't say a word; if his boss wanted to take care of this, he wouldn't get involved.
Once he got all the information he needed, Gin left Hanataro's room. As he walked throughout the quiet hallways of the hospital, he took his cigarettes out of his pocket, put one to his lips, and lit it. By sheer chance Gin passed by Hichigo's room, he smirked when he saw the white-haired pain in his ass laying in a hospital bed…defenseless…and all alone…
Gin just couldn't resist.
He crept into the room like the fox-faced boogeyman and leered over the white-skinned teen. Hichigo's yellow eyes glazed over when he saw Gin peering down at him, cigarette burning, and smirking like a man about to commit the perfect murder. All the drugs in his system had left Hichigo immobile, now he was completely at Gin's mercy.
"Hello Hichigo…" The silver-haired gangster purred taking a long drag on his smoke, "We've gotta stop meeting like this..."
Hichigo made mewling sounds in the back of his throat, he was trying to cry out for Ichigo to come and save him! He was crying for anyone to save him! But sadly, the only noise that came out were gurgling noises. Gin took his smoke from his mouth and dangled it over Hichigo's forehead. The fox-faced man then shoved the burning tobacco into his forehead making the white-haired teen wither and scream out weakly as the hot ashes scolded his skin. Gin chuckled wickedly. Suddenly he snatched Hichigo's IV bag and squeezed it making the tormented teen lurch on the bed. All the fluids keeping him alive were cruelly cut off by Gin's hand grasping the bag with all his might. The fox-faced gangster let go momentarily only to squeeze it again without a sliver of mercy sending Hichigo into a spasming fit.
"I know that you're deaf, but read my fucking lips, little boy," Gin growled cruelly, "Tell your brother and Kaien that I'm coming for their asses. Understand?"
Hichigo seemed to nod and Gin released the IV sending fluids rushing back into Hichigo's battered body. Gin sighed and ran a relaxed hand through his hair, now with that taken care of, maybe now he could go home and fuck Rukia within an inch of her life. All this action made him hard.
Now Gin was riding in the back of his limo on his way home, literally laughing out loud. Izuru let the privacy window down so he could find out what the hell was so funny.
"Er…Boss? Are you ok back there?" He asked carefully, the blonde heard Gin crack up.
"I'm downright giddy!" Gin exclaimed,
"Boss, Kaien and some kid are trying to start a war with us," Izuru explained, trying to make Gin see reason, "Don't you think we should take care of them."
"Now why would we do a thing like that?" Gin hummed, "Without them around this would be no fun…"
"But then Rukia would safe, boss." The blonde said glancing up into the rearview mirror, Gin shrugged uncaringly.
"That's not the point Izuru," He purred, "I need to keep Rukia in as much danger as possible…"
"Why?"
"Because while she's in danger, our deal is still in effect." Gin explained licking his lips, "I plan to keep her around for a long, long time Izuru. Then, once I get bored with her, Kaien, and Ichigo, I'll kill off both of those bastards."
Izuru then asked, "What about Rukia?"
"I'll leave her alive because she needs to do something for me…" Gin purred, Izuru smirked.
"Hopefully she's doing something other than massaging your dick, boss."
Gin chuckled, "She's Rukia Kuchiki. You hear that Izuru, she's a Kuchiki. Meaning that she has political connections."
Gin continued, "If she's on our side, we'll have City Hall, the police, and everybody in this fucking city in our back pocket. It'll be just like the good old days when Byakuya was alive. Do you understand Izuru? With that girl in power, she'll owe us for saving her ass. Then this city will be ours for the taking…"
Izuru listened to his superior's words, his eyes glittering. He shook his head and sighed, the blonde should have know Gin was planning something even more devious in his head besides fucking that girl.
"You see Izuru, the more trouble I can stir up, the more likely Rukia will run into my arms for safety…" Gin purred, he began chuckling manically again. If he didn't get a drink in him soon Gin would die from laughter.
Plotting. Everyone was fucking plotting! Gin figured, why couldn't he do a bit of plotting of his own?
The fox-faced man managed to control himself just long enough to reach into his pocket and take out his cellphone. He dialed one number. The phone rang twice before a girly, hi-pitched voice answered .
"Ah Sonique…" Gin purred, "I need a favor…"
To be Continued…
Lemony: Woot! Is it me or are these chapters getting longer and longer? That's right readers! Sonique is being thrown into the fray! I figured this story is kinda dark, so I'm going to give you lemons and comedy to brighten things up! And Sonique is the perfect person in mind for comedy! Thank you Thinkin' Mat!
Wicked: *slaps hand on forehead* Oh God not him again! Sonique is just plan…he's…he's just…ugh, there's not even a word!
Awesome: *rotflmfao* OMG! Sonique is coming bitches! HAHAHAHA!
Lemony: Alright, for you readers that are unfamiliar with my OMC, Sonique, please look back at my past stories titled Texas Hold Em and Tropic Thunder, that's it for now my lil reader people, hope you all enjoyed!…REVIEW!