Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart
Disclaimer:I do not own bleach
lev·er·age- the exertion of force by means of a lever or an object used in the manner of a lever.
*Anything that is italicized is a flashback*
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Chapter 6:Leverage
Friday, January 6, 2015 12:30am
Kurosaki Estate
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"ICHIGOOOOO WAKEY WAKEY".
Ichigo Kurosaki, head of the Kurosaki mob empire, groaned in misery when the glass door to the patriarchs' grand suite was kicked down for the umpteenth time by none other than Renji and Rukia. Despite both being Ichigo's most trusted assistants, Rukia in charge of PR and Renji head of security, both of them never failed at irritating him.
"What the fuck! I just bought that last week!", screamed Ichigo in annoyance.
Rukia rolled her eyes. "Another thousand won't break your wallet Ichigo. I mean after all, you are one of the richest mobsters in the game."
Ichigo sank further into his comforter as he ignored Rukia's comment, hoping that she would take a hint and leave him in peace.
"What time is it?" he grumbled under his comforter.
Rukia's sighed in discontent before grabbing a shoe off of the marble tiling and aimed it at Ichigo's head
"Its half past twelve, meaning it's time for you to wake the hell up!"
Ducking his head from the projectile coming his way, Ichigo reached over towards his dresser and grabbed a blunt; lighting it before flopping back down onto his bed. The young man smiled with satisfaction while enjoying the burning sensation of smoke filled lungs.
The petite woman jumped on the bed before snatching the blunt out of his hands, throwing it down to the ground.
"Rukia what the hell is your proble-"
"Baka, you're sitting here smoking when you have to start getting ready for the gala tonight!", barked Rukia into his ear.
"Shit, I forgot about that. Can't I just have Renji or you attend in my place?"
Picking up the blunt that laid on the ground, Ichigo took a long drag before offering it to his associates. Grabbing the blunt Renji took a long drag before blowing smoke out into the air, causing Rukia to cough. Swatting her hand in the air, in hopes of eliminating the smoke, Rukia through both men a grimace look before gathering enough oxygen to respond.
"As much as I'd love to leave your useless ass at home, the party wouldn't be the same if the man of the night himself didn't show up."
"And plus", mumbled Renji, lips pressed against the brown joint.
"There's gonna be a whole bunch of the three D's; drugs, drinks and deals".
Ichigo glared at Renji as he continued.
"And we all know that you can never go wrong with the three D's."
Ichigo rubbed his forehead before continuing.
"Maybe you're right, but I'd rather stay home and get wasted then have to interact with shadows. I refuse to be bombarded by those annoying men, begging me to make ridiculous deals with their bosses."
Rukia huffed in annoyance.
"You're going, whether if it means I have to drag you by your dick and ta-"
"You know that I hate it when you smoke that shit in your room Ichigo"
All three heads turned towards the door. There stood Yoruichi Shihoin, Ichigo Kurosaki's head manager. Standing with her long dark purple hair tied in a ponytail, Yoruichi was dressed in a pair of knee high boots, denim jeans boots and cashmere shirt, finishing the look with her hands on her hips while glaring at them.
She did not look pleased.
Not one bit.
"Yo...You...Yoruichi-san", mumbled Ichigo while throwing the blunt into the garbage can.
She rolled her eyes then said,
"You will be attending this gala tonight Ichigo Kurosaki, whether you like it or not."
"Tch"
"This gala is a Kurosaki family tradition, it's more than a 100 years old. I refuse to let your malevolent behavior ruin your father's legacy and dishonor the Kurosaki household."
"Yea whatever", said Ichigo while rolling his eyes.
Yoruichi stared angrily at Ichigo before averting her attention to Rukia and Renji. They both were ghostly quiet, as if they were trying to mask their presence.
"The two of you will help in preparing this baka for tonight's event. Make him look-"
Yoruichi stopped and glanced back at Ichigo, who was lounging lazily in a pair of Nike sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, before continuing.
"He needs all the help he can get."
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Friday, January 6, 2015 11:00 am
Inoue Estate
Orihime Inoue woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside of her window. Sliding out of her bed and into her slippers and robe, Orihime opened her balcony window and stared at her view of Tokyo while enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. Pulling a small plastic bag out of her pocket, Orihime emptied the white powdery substance onto her hands, letting the aroma fill her mind. Glancing down at her Jaeger-LeCoultre watch, Orihime almost dropped the condiments in her hand when she saw the time.
11:00 am.
She was running behind schedule.
She was supposed to be ready to leave at 11:30 to go shopping with Tatsuki for the gala tonight, but Orihime wasn't even close to being dressed. Stuffing the white powder back into the plastic bag, the Inoue matriarch ran into her closet in hopes of finding an outfit. Orihime settled with a pair of black jeans, red Louis Vuitton boots and an Alexander Wang gray turtle neck. Stuffing her gun into her purse, Orihime ran out of her room and scurried down the stairs to the kitchen to see Tessai placing her breakfast on the table.
"Ohayou gozaimasu", bowed Tessai to Orihime before gesturing her to eat.
"Ano, arigatou Tessai-kun but I'm not hungry right now"
Orihime bowed again before walking to the black SUV that was waiting for her. Giriko opened the door revealing Tatsuki who had a frown etched on her face. Orihime closed the door before looking at Tatsuki.
"Tatsuki-chan, I'm so sorry I'm late. I overslept and I was just so tired ple-"
Orihime stopped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Orihime, breathe." Tatsuki stated with a smile on her face.
Orihime stared at the brown eyed girl, before nodding her head.
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Friday, January 6, 2015. 3:30 pm
Inoue Estate
Turning her head slightly to the right, Orihime inhaled the scent of weed as she started to light a blunt for Neliel to smoke. After returning from the mall with Tatsuki, Orihime called Neliel, giving her the red light to come to do her make up for tonight. Convincing Tatsuki to let the green haired beauty in was a pain but after finally doing a security check, Tatsuki gave in and allowed the "makeup artist "inside the Inoue property. As Orihime passed Neliel the blunt, she closed her eyes as the beauty gently began to apply makeup to her face, the auburn beauty closed her eyes as she thought back to her meeting with Aizen
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The sound of fingers tapping on the hollow table echoed across the conference room as Szayel continued his 2 hour presentation on how to fully execute the operation successfully. Aizen eyes were focused lazily on his surroundings rather than on the pink man who spoke before. Despite noting this, Szayel continued his presentation.
"Inoue-san can't attend the gala as herself. Taking this into consideration, I figured that we could confirm her name with a nom de plume, that way we could make her less questionable to the public eye."
Eyes shooting up to Szayel, Aizen's cold brown orbs glared at the pink haired man before nodding his head in approval for him to continue. Afraid of what Aizen's reaction would be, Szayel cautiously introduced his idea into the air.
"From my calculations, a logical solution to this problem would easily be to have Inoue-chan pretend to be Aizen-sama niece...this could dilute the situation a bit."
The room was dead silent
Szayel gulped
"This is absolute bullshit", muttered the Inoue Empire matriarch. Ignoring her comment, Szayel continued with his explanation
"The only way for Inoue-san to get into the Gala would be for her to go in Aizen-samas name. This would reduce suspicion and actually could be believable if pulled off properly. I also believe that changing Inoue-sans name from Orihime to something else would be another wise step. Giving her a nom de plume would also help in reducing suspicion and ultimately would cut off all linking ties to her and the Inoue Enterprise."
"What exactly do you mean by cutting all ties?"
" To put it in laymen terms, The Inoue Empire and your new identity would not cross paths, zero correlation with each other whatsoever."
"Do any of you shadows have any name selections in mind?", asked Szayel.
Orihime cleared her throat."You don't have any common courtesy to offer me the chance to pick my own name? You really are a dick, pink head."
"And you really are heathen, you speak just like how you look, complete trash."
"Excuse me?"
"Mii-sa no"
Everyones eyes fell back on to the brown haired man, Aizen Sosuke, as he muttered to himself; conversing with himself as if he was the only person in the room.
" Mi...Motoko Aizen"
"What the fuc-"
Aizen turned to Orihime and stated
"Representing a man of my caliber, isn't an easy task Inoue-san. But I'm sure something as tedious as this won't stop your undying passion to save your empire."
"Ano… I'm not understanding what exactly it is that you are referring to."
"Let me break this shit down to you Inoue-san or maybe I should start calling you Motoko.", said Aizen as he took a sip from his wine glass before standing up
"Inoue Orihime, doesn't exist anymore in your world. You are the quintessential self contained Motoko Aizen from here on out, in this little game of ours, that's who you'll be playing."
"You son of a bitch, you can't be ser-."
"Oh but I'm more than serious. You'll be portraying a long lost niece of mine who's visiting from Venice. You can figure out the rest, you're a smart girl Motoko, just make sure you know your shit.
"What the fuck! This is getting out of control!", interjected Orihime
"Oh but Motoko, things have been out of your control since you stepped into this house", Aizen walked towards Orihime before leaning down before coming face to face with the young matriarch.
"This is my game now, you're just here for the ride. So do your part and behave Motoko."
"Stop calling me that you bastard. Thats not my fucking name.", spat back Orihime, her stormy gray eyes glaring at Aizen.
"It's all apart of getting into character Inoue-san. Are you gunna shoot someone in the face every time that they call you Motoko? I something as simple as things too much for your hot head self to handle?", asked the man before leaning back up.
"I should have known that a task like this would be to much for you to handle. It's such a sham-"
"Don't go putting words in my mouth Aizen. Who said that I couldn't handle this? Motoko Aizen ain't shit and neither are you."
Orihime pushed herself up from the table rising before the man.
"I'm done talking here, You and the rest of your men have a good day", the orange hair beauty turned before walking away, leaving Aizen and his espada on their own
Aizen smirked before addressing his men.
"Meeting Adjourned."
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Friday, January 6, 2015. 5:00 pm
Kurosaki Estate
"Open your eyes now Ichigo."
Turning around in his chair, Ichigo stared at himself in the mirror, or what he thought was himself. His once spiked carrot top hair was gelled back into an undercut, the sides cut short with clippers. Ichigo let out a breathe of air while turning to face Rukia.
"I see that you were going with a disheveled and roguish look with this one."
Rukia nodded while turning Ichigo back to the mirror.
"I felt like going with a new look for you, a refreshing change for once. You've never had a gelled cut like this before and I thought that it would slightly give you a whole new mature appearance."
"I guess you're right"
Rukia smiled before nudging him to sit back down in the chair.
"Let me fix the edges before you go."
Groaning at the girl's command, Ichigo slouched back into the chair while Rukia turned on the clippers
"You all set for tonight?", questioned Rukia.
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"I still have to get fitted for my tuxes, get my shoes cleaned and compose a speech for tonight, if that answers your question."
Rukia rolled her eyes "Wow, you sound like you live such a tragic life compared to others",
"Yea you're one to talk."
Rukia turned of clippers and motioned for Ichigo to get up.
"I'd love to sit and argue with you but I don't think that you'd want Yoruichi-san to come in here and start bitching again." Rukia stated
Ichigo chuckled while proceeding to leave the room
"Have fun prince charming"
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Friday, January 6, 2015 6:00 pm
Inoue Estate
Gray opaque eyes stared into the mirror, grimacing at the porous pale skin of its owner. Pale pink lips were covered in dark red lip stick, transforming them into plump figures. Orange tresses were curled into delicate curls, gently cascading like a waterfall down orihime's back.
Neliel sat quietly in front of orihime, focused on painting the girls digits.
As her nails were being coated in a honeysuckle pink, Aizen's words ringing through her head like a song melody.
"Save yourself the trouble and don't get attached because we wouldn't want poor inoue-san to end up heart broken."
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"Inoue-san"
The said women's eyes jolted open as Neliel finished applying the finishing coat onto her nails.
Standing up, Neliel pressed down on her skirt, smoothing out the creases that were present. Walking towards the dresser neliel picked up the earrings, necklace that Aizen had personally picked out for orihime.
Placing them gently on the delicate women's frame, neliel carefully clipped the pendulums and jewels on orihime's neck and ears. Finishing the look with a custom channel no. 11 perfume, Nel flashed orihime with a smile, motioning that she was done.
Looking up in the mirror, orihime smiled in content, beaming a smile at the green head beauty.
"Gomem Nel-chan,
Propping a hand on the green haired beauty's shoulder, Orihime quickly got up.
"I don't wanna be rude but i have to go! You have a good day.",said Orihime while hurrying out of the room. .
Neliel flashed a smile back at women before quietly sighing to herself as she closed her eyes.
Of course Aizen-sama left her with the most easiest but crucial portion of the operation that ultimately could make or break the mission. All she had to do was spray the perfume and place the necklace and earrings on Inoue-san and leave. If, she did that then the mission was ago and shit would sail smoothly; if not then everything would all come crashing down and Neliel would be held reliable.
And she'd rather have her throat slipped open that be held responsible for this shit.
A simple task that was left in her hands, that could make or break the procedure. All she had to do was spray the perfume, place that necklace and put on the earrings and leave. She did that then mission was ago and shit would sail smoothly, if not it would all come crashing down and neliel would be held reliable. Nope she didn't want that. She'd rather be shot twice in the ribs them deal with Aizen-sama's wrath.
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Friday, January 6, 2015 7:00 pm
Los Noches
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"Szayel please give me a status update."
Sitting on his cuson top chair, Aizen sat comfortable with a wine glass and a blunt intertwined in his hands. Perched on a ten stepped platform, Aizen oversaw all activities that was occurring throughout the database. Below him sat his Espada, each working rigorously on computer monitors;trying to complete the task that was assigned to each corresponding person. Shifting his head up, Aizen stared at the different 75 inch tvs that were positioned on the wall opposite him. Making his way up to Aizen, Szayel adjusted his head piece before relaying the message back to Aizen.
"I just received new information from Neliel. She speaks in high regards towards her task; confirming that the tracker, microphone and camera have been successfully placed on Inoue-san."
"Good, I'm delighted that the plan is working out smoothly. You are dismissed."
Facing his attention back to the monitors, Aizen watched as different rooms in Orihime's house flashed before his eyes before smiling in satisfaction.
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"Let the games begin."
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Authors Note
And the story has begun folks! Basically chapters 1-6 have been building up this very point as the plan has been sent into action. So here on out it's gunna be pretty drama filled and hectic, and i'm just really excited. I know that I've been gone for awhile but I'm back! I was suppose to update sooner but then life happened and so now its almost 2 months later and I'm just posting. Sharing and Reviewing my story would be much appreciated. The games have begun so let us sit back, relax and let the story commence.
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PS: My birthday is on Monday so happy early Bday to me :)