Ichigo let out a deep breath, hand covering her mouth as she fought back the urge to vomit. The sight of brain matter was making her queasy, something she didn't experience with Ushio. Grabbing a trash can lid Ichigo put it over his head so that she couldn't see it and when she smashed his skull in it wouldn't end up stuck in the groves of her shoes. It seemed to be working, with a grin she squatted down raiding his pockets for his phone, gun and wallet. Out of curiosity she snagged the piece of paper he was clutching in his hand, looking at the contents.
"So he was meeting with Xcution, Grimmy will like this juicy bit of information," she muttered to herself, sticking it under her bra strap so she wouldn't lose it. After one final check Ichigo stood back up, swiping the bullet casing as she did.
"What the fuck?!" Hissing in annoyance Ichigo spun on her heel, wiping out her leg into the jaw of the newcomer.
"Findorr, long time no see," Ichigo growled, pulling up by his long blond hair, holding a gun to his temple.
"Ichigo!" he gasped, surprised she even remembered who he was. It wasn't like they ever really spoke much when she was alive, no when she was around, guess Ichigo hadn't really died.
"So the rumours are true," he mumbled accepting of his fate, he'd heard all the stories about her cruelty.
"Well except that part about me being a ghost, yes they are true. I have to ask, how are you so calm darling?" Ichigo was genuinely surprised, her memories of Findorr weren't of him being brave but cowardly seeing as he was a computer hacker. Findorr attempted a shrug, hard when someone shorter then him was holding him by his hair.
"Crying will get me nowhere, neither will begging. I remember what you were like with interrogations and out in the field, no mercy. I don't expect you've changed much in the past six years."
"And so you've just decided to accept death? That's a little sad Fin," Ichigo remarked, feeling a little sorry for him.
"I don't want to die, I don't know anyone who does Ichigo but what's the point of making a fool of myself, I already do that around Aizen and I hate myself for it. You remember how I always stutter whenever I have to talk to him; well I still fucking do it. I'm pathetic and worthless to this gang and I know they're getting in another hacker. My days are already numbered," Findorr explained, "At least this way I can die with a little bit of dignity, as much as there is in death, and I like you as a person, always have, if I have to die then it's better to be done in by someone I like." Now that shocked her, made her feel a tiny bit sympathetic towards him. This pregnancy was messing with her brain so much.
"Oh Findorr, if only you weren't part of Aizen's gang then I wouldn't have to kill you. I don't even need you to get information on him, I have people for that," Ichigo paused for a second thinking it over, maybe she didn't have to kill him outright.
"Pass me your cell phone. I'm not going to kill you but I am going to shoot you, if you live I'll let you be, promise I won't kill you later. How does that sound?" Ichigo asked. Findorr handed over his phone; she was deranged.
"I really don't think I can argue with the person holding a gun to my head."
"Good point," she muttered, moving the gun down to the base of his spine, a shudder wracking his body. The bullet went clean through, blood splattering the alley wall. Ichigo dropping him, watching as he lay there occasionally twitching. Now back to the body at hand. With one final look at Findorr she turned back to Luppi's body, smashing her boot into the trash can lid, the sickening thud of bones being crush a comforting sound. With a grin she collect the casing and bullet that had just gone through Findorr's spine, returning the trashcan lid to its bin.
"I do hope you survive darling," Ichigo said, leaning over to look him in the eyes, right before she set fire to the corpse.