A/N: sorry about the late update. There is a lemon in this update and also some course language.
A/N: I've decided to change where I'm going with the Kenpachi and Yachiru plot so please disregard that previous scene. I will be updating that chapter and removing it.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows so far. Also I don't currently have a beta-er so there might be some errors just pretend they are not there ^_^;; I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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A cat screeched somewhere off in the distance and Rukia glanced up, she really needed to give it up. Technically the case was already solved the culprit was spending the rest of his days behind jail, it had really been open and shut. But she couldn't help feeling that she was missing something, it was right there but she just couldn't decipher the clues.
Just sitting in the parking lot of the apartment complex probably wasn't doing her any favors either, she needed to go back in to the scene and do her own thorough investigation.
CSI might have dusted that place top to bottom but that didn't mean they couldn't have overlooked something. She wasn't supposed to be there but she figured today was her day off, how she wanted to spend it wasn't any business of the bureaus.
She locked up her small pick-up truck and casually made her way to his abandoned apartment. The police tape had already been taken down but the door was still unlocked.
The smell hit her the moment she walked in, that mixture of blood and the chemicals they used to clean. She should be used to it by now with how many cases she had worked on in her short career, but somehow it always seemed to overwhelm her.
Rukia began carefully scrutinizing the bathroom, where he was murdered, when a noise brought her attention to the bedroom. She hadn't told anyone that she was gonna be here, and to her knowledge CSI was through with collections.
She was silent as she rose to her feet her right hand going to the small handgun she had tucked beneath her jacket.
"If I wanted to kill you you would already be dead."
She turned towards the voice her gun already drawn. He was sitting on the bed his long legs stretched out in front of him. She had seen him before, she knew his face. A few weeks ago she was on the witness stand testifying against Atsuko. It had gone very well and she was about to step down when she saw him.
Even sitting he radiated a powerful energy that drew her focus his rust colored eyes bored into her from the opposite end of the courtroom. His light hair was uncharacteristically messy contrasting the serious look on his face. Their eyes met and he neither smiled, nor looked away.
She realized that each trial he watched her, not Atsuko. Rukia tried to have him tailed, or at least identified but he seemed to vanish into thin air when he stepped onto city pavement. She told Renji about him, but he told her not to worry too much.
"What are you doing here?" She asked boldly, after all she had a gun he didn't. She was the kind of girl who shot first then asked questions. "You work for Kurasaki am I right?"
A brief smirk flitted to his lips, "My boss is interested in you." Of course she knew who he worked for, Kurasaki was one of the biggest import export drug lords in the city.
The victim had been working for him but wanted out. He came to her trying to help her build a case against Kurasaki and she was so close to finding out his identity when he was murdered. "I'm not dirty so don't think you can buy me."
He laughed which surprised her, she pulled out her gun and pointed it directly at him. "Tell him to go to hell, I'm not backing down."
"Drop the gun Rukia and you might appreciate my offer."
She wasn't stupid, she didn't get this far in her career on pure luck. He was a good feet taller than her and maybe about close to twice her weight, physically he could take her but she was quick. As built as he was he was probably slow, but did she really want to take that chance?
Rukia put her gun back in the holster her fingers lingering hesitantly on it. She stared at him intent on burning his chiseled facial features into her brain just in case she lived through this.
"Good," he said. "You may have guessed why I have been following you."
She nodded, he was here to silence her just as he probably did to her contact. "Kurasaki put a hit on my head, and you are here to cash in."
The man's eyes narrowed but the corners of his mouth twitched. "That is up to you to decide."
He didn't elaborate instead he rose to his feet and Rukia instinctively shrunk back away from him. She had been right in her earlier assumption, he dwarfed her petite frame. "so what do you want from me?" she asked determined to stand her ground, she would say whatever he wanted her to but it wouldn't change her goals. Kurosaki was going down and she would be the one standing there when the smoke cleared..
"You don't seem to realize what kind of shit you are getting yourself into. He just wants to be left alone to go about his business. He is a contributing member of society he pays his taxes and all that. What is a simple side business to you?"
"A simple side business? He is the country's top drug manufacture and exporter, that doesn't quite fit the definition of a side business." She tried to keep her voice steady, although her body was in complete turmoil. If he was really here to kill her she would be powerless to stop him, and the worst part about it was that no one knew where she was. It might be days before her body was found and he would undoubtedly be long gone by then.
"In the eyes of the law this case has been solved, you are just grasping for straws. Drop it, leave the bureau or stay just stop looking for trouble." He was right in front of her now his gold-flecked eyes bearing down into hers. "I don't want to see you prying into anymore of Kurosaki's business understand?"
A chill ran down her spine at his words, she nodded mutely glued to that spot. He was completely serious she could see it clearly in his eyes, if he had to he wouldn't hesitate to murder her. She would just have to be more careful from now on. "Just one question." She said not certain why her voice was so unpleasantly shrill. She didn't wait for him to acknowledge her request before she continued, "You killed Hana didn't you, you've been following him from the beginning right? He thought it was Atsuko but it was really you."
He smirked showing a hint of his perfect white teeth, "correct, you put an innocent man behind bars. Congratulations Ms. Kuchiki."
Any hint of amusement left his features and once again his expression was stern "It would be a real shame to have to kill you." He ran one of his thick gloved fingers across her pale cheek, Rukia swallowed hard unable to break the contact "A real shame." He repeated and dropped his hand.
He was gone before she broke out of her stupor. She stood there for what felt like hours unable to move out of fear that he was still somewhere lurking, waiting for her. Finally she was in control of her body and her emotions, she took several deep breaths completely forgetting about investigating the crime scene.
She had to hurry back to headquarters and have a sketch drawn up even though she realized she almost certainly would never forget his face.
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Shinji had a wide grin on his face, he was in an awesome mood. He didn't know how Jinta did it but that kid never failed. He was lying in wait for his unsuspecting prey to creep through the unlocked window.
She would silently make her way across the room her lithe body easily blending into the darkness. And then he would pounce. He had some ideas of what he wanted to do with her he just wasn't sure why.
Some people might say he was a tad bit delusional chasing after some girl who had almost killed him, he just liked to think of it as being thorough.
It had been almost two years since the first night they met. He had been on a team of six that would be guarding the prime minister during his trip to Russia. It was routine really and most of the trip had been uneventful.
The last night there they had attended a ball held in his honor. It seemed like it was gonna be another slow night so he had let loose a little, had a few drinks scoped out a few girls.
A blonde caught his eye only because she had been watching him, well not just him but his whole team. She looked young maybe late teens perhaps a daughter of one of the foreign dignitaries. She was dressed appropriately in a pair of black slacks and a cream colored blouse, but something about her stuck out.
"Would you like a drink?" He asked her as he approached. "That is if you are old enough."
She frowned at him her blue eyes narrowing slightly, "stop trying to corrupt a minor." She ground out rudely her attention not fully his.
"Well you were staring, I guess I got the wrong impression." She was definitely out of place, but he wasn't exactly sure why.
She rolled her eyes and side stepped him heading towards the staircase that led upstairs. He watched her even more intrigued when she turned to gaze back at him.
She disappeared up the stairs and he noticed the prime minister heading in that direction. Could it be they were meeting for a little frisky rendezvous? It was his civil duty to put an end to that before it started. After all the prime minister was a married man, having an affair with an under aged girl would definitely cause a career ending scandal.
"We may have a situation." He said into his communicator as he set down his drink and began to follow him. "Kensei meet me upstairs."
"What for?" came his gruff reply.
"Put down the beer for one moment, there might be trouble." Shinji answered grinning as he caught sight of the taller man pulling himself away from a bevy of women. Apparently being a secret agent was hot stuff.
"This better be important." It took him less than a minute to cross the crowded room.
"The prime minister is heading upstairs to most likely indulge in a little carnal activity—"
"So what does that have to do with us? You going up there to watch?"
"No," Shinji replied rolling his eyes, "you distract him and I'll check the girl out."
"Sure love cock blocking don't ya?" Kensei joked as they climbed the stairs. The prime minister stood poised outside of a bedroom door his hand on the doorknob.
"Mr. Takeo" Kensei called out to him, "we might have a problem, for your protection I need you to come with me." He led him away.
Shinji cautiously opened the door to the bedroom pausing just inside, the room was completely dark. The door swung shut behind him and he felt something hard press against the middle of his back. "You again?" She said her voice held the same note of annoyance as earlier. "Why can't you mind your own business?"
"I am." Before the last word escaped his mouth he swiped his leg behind him catching her off guard, he quickly grabbed the gun from her fingers and trained it on her. It was hard to see but he could just make out her cream colored blouse and blonde locks. With the gun still pointed to her he dragged her up by the front of her shirt and pulled her along with him towards the door.
"You really think it's gonna be that easy?" she asked and from somewhere, he didn't exactly see where, she pulled another gun and had it pressed against his chest. "I don't know how you made me, but one of us is not leaving this room. So you better be prepared to kill me."
Prepared to kill her? He really hadn't given that possibility any thought, he would have her arrested and she would go to jail the prime minister would be safe and he would be a hero, once again. Someone dying really didn't factor into his little scheme of events. But surely she wasn't really gonna kill him.
"I'm not gonna kill you, that's not my prerogative. But you are lucky you are a minor they might go easy on you." He flipped the light switch on surprised at how pretty she was. The lights downstairs must have been bad because she looked so much more attractive her large hazel eyes were captivating.
To his surprise she laughed, "I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm way older than I look."~~
She had shot him then point blank, he vaguely remembering telling Kensei to evacuate the prime minister and watching her disappear from the room.
It was a truly harrowing experience that had stuck with him, haunting him. And now he was gonna get his revenge. He certainly couldn't just shoot her like she did him, he didn't want to hurt her. She seemed a little feisty and free willed, if he wanted to mess with her the easiest way was to take away her freedom.
Maybe he was doing this for revenge maybe he was a masochist either way he was way over his head. His thoughts were interrupted by the billowing of the curtains as the window was slipped open.
She was dressed in all black her blonde hair pulled out of her face in twin ponytails. For a moment she paused and scanned the room before creeping towards him.
He could barely contain the giddiness that he was feeling that moment, maybe he was a little weird, he shouldn't be feeling like this when confronting his attempted murderer.
She was right above him now and he could see the glint of the moon light on the barrel of the silencer. He reached out quickly grabbing the gun from her hands and throwing it across the room.
She made a small grunt in surprise trying her best to free herself from his grip. Shinji pulled her down wrapping his long legs around her trapping her in his lap. He reached behind him beneath his pillow and pulled out a set of handcuffs.
Once he had her restrained he sat up and flipped on the lamp next to the bed. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized that there was no mark, no hundred grand just him.
But there wasn't any look of bewilderment, no surprise she just glared at him angrily as she struggled against the cuffs. "Who the hell are you?"
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Tōshirō woke up to a splitting headache and the bright sun shining directly in his face. He was completely naked and his right hand was cuffed to the post of the bed. Hina was curled up next to him her small breasts pressed against his arm.
What the fuck happened last night? She stirred next to him her brown eyes fluttering open slightly, she brought her arm up to shield her eyes from the sun as she sat up. "Morning." She whispered with a small smile kissing him on the lips.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asked pushing her away with his free hand. She toppled over in front of him her completely naked body open to his view, she blushed pulling the blanket up against her. They had spent a night together but she was embarrassed of him seeing her naked? This was not making any sense. "Answer me."
She sighed and he could see that she was debating on what lie to tell him, she was apprehensive biting her lip as she shifted nervously beneath his gaze. "It's a long story."
She finally murmured getting up from the bed the blanket wrapped around her.
"Evidently I have plenty of time." He ground out wryly, shaking the arm that was handcuffed to the bed post. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
"I-I think I'd be more comfortable telling you when I am dressed." She grabbed her discarded clothes and fled to the bathroom.
The moment she left Tōshirō was off the bed searching for something to work the cuffs off. He found a pen in the nightstand and he broke it apart using the splintered pieces to pick the lock.
She must have taken his gun, but he wouldn't need it, he quickly dressed and was ready for her when she walked out. She looked refreshed the gaudy make-up washed away, he capitalized on her moment of confusion grabbing her. She let out a yelp of surprise but didn't try to fight him, "I can explain everything." She stated calmly, "I'm not your enemy, we are on the same side."
He didn't release her, "you have five minutes before I snap your neck."
She took a deep breath, "I work for a division of the FBI that works with the CIA when dealing with international intelligence."
"What were you doing at the bar? Why pretend to be a whore?"
"It was my cover, I had to get you out of there before your contact showed up. It was a trap. When he walked in I came over to proposition you. I had to say whatever I could to make you come with me. I hadn't expected so much resistance though."
"And what would that say of my character? I'm not in the habit of picking up strange women."
"I'm sorry I'm new at this." She suddenly stiffened in his arms, " I drugged you last night to make sure you didn't disappear on me but." Her voice took on a sort of choked quality, "I don't know how it happened but we, well." She swallowed hard and Tōshirō realized what she meant.
He didn't remember anything after her drugging him, no way could he have sex with her while so inebriated.
"I woke up and you were on me, I tried to stop you with the cuffs but-" she let her sentence trail." I didn't mean for it to happen."
"How do you work for the FBI and are so incompetent?" First he didn't know her from eve, all he had to go on was what she was telling him. She could be lying through her teeth for some ulterior motive. But that's not what he should be focused on.
"So I was set up?"
"Yes and no, there is a traitor in your division, Ukitake did not want to take any chances so he contacted us."
"Why should I believe you?" His hold tightened on her. If there was a traitor in the division that would explain why Ukitake had refused to elaborate on this assignment.
The whole conversation had seemed a bit strange but he hadn't thought anything of it at the time but now the pieces were starting to fit together.
He had been working undercover for almost a year now as a runner for Ōmaeda. He was so close to getting into his inner circle when he was potentially made.
Long story short he was being watched for the supposed murder of an undercover FBI agent even though she was safe and sound enjoying a mini-vacation in Spain.
"I know you didn't kill Lisa. I'm here to help you. Look I'm sorry for last night, to be honest this was my first time on an assignment like this. I didn't think about the possible side effects of the drugs. I'm clean, as you already know."
"I don't know anything, for all I know you could be working for Ōmaeda." Everything was not adding up. The first thing she did was kiss him but then she was embarrassed of being naked in front of him.
A knock at the door immediately stopped their conversation, they both seem to realize that it may be trouble. "You answer the door, don't try anything." Tōshirō whispered into her ear.
She nodded cautiously and he released her disappearing out of the room. Hina took a deep breath and went to open the door. "Good morning, sorry to disturb. Is the owner of a black Nissan Sentra around?" Tōshirō could see him glance around the room.
"Oh, my boyfriend, yes he's in the bathroom can I take a message?" The man dressed in a blue and red staff uniform pushed himself into the room and slammed the door behind him.
Hina instinctively took a step back holding her arms in front of her face defensively, "what do you want from me?" She asked her voice trembling.
He pulled a gun on her shoving it in her ribcage," please don't hurt me!" She said trying to get away.
He grasped her by the shirt roughly pulling her towards him, he kept the gun pressed against her, "no sudden moves, keep your fucking mouth shut." He started dragging her along with him.
Toshiro couldn't hear anything but as he dragged her past the large dresser mirror he could see her lips moving but he wasn't sure what she was saying. He was proficient at lip reading but it was a stretch backwards. She was repeating a distinct four word phrase maybe "please don't hurt me!" As she had said earlier but he couldn't tell.
They reached the bathroom door and he threw her against the wall, he kept the gun trained on her but his attention on the door.
Hina threw a frantic glance in his direction as she rubbed her bruised shoulder. Toshiro decided then that she might not be trustworthy but he needed more time to figure everything out.
He fired a single shot to the back of the intruder and he went down easily letting out a loud shriek of pain. The gun he had been holding slid across the floor a few feet away, he turned obvious agony sketched on his face to look at Tōshirō. "Hitsugaya."
"Who sent you?" Tōshirō questioned helping Hina to her feet.
"Maybe you should ask your little girlfriend?" he choked out trying to get to his feet, Tōshirō kicked him square in the chest knocking him back into the door.
Hina behind him bristled her fingers grasping the back of his shirt tightly, "he must be working with Ōmaeda" she whispered, "he's not going to tell you. Just kill him."
There was a moments hesitance as Tōshirō thought about what she said, if she was FBI the proper protocol would be to take him in, you don't just kill a suspect without proper interrogation.
"Listen to the little whore." He sneered his lips twisting into a sick smirk. His eyes shifted to her as he reached for something in his front pocket.
Instantly Hina had left his side, picked up the forgotten gun and had fired three shots two in the chest and one in the head. Then she gasped dropping the gun as if it had burned her.
"I'm sorry...I thought...I thought he was reaching for another weapon...I didn't mean to do it." She was shaking and looked on the verge of crying.
For someone one who didn't mean to she did it awfully well, the first shot would have killed him. Toshiro knelt next to the dead man and searched his pocket.
There were two photographs one of him and one of a blonde with blue eyes that resembled Hina. She was peering over his shoulders her composure in check. "We really should get out of here."
She was right, if he knew where to find them no doubt Ōmaeda did also. Toshiro got up and went to the bathroom to wash the blood from his hands.
When he returned she was rifling through his pockets, she stopped instantly turning to him, "no I.d." she was hiding something her eyes betrayed her, she was not a very good actress.
She seemed to be privy to some confidential information but that didn't mean she couldn't be a plant. He didn't trust her at all but he would go along with it for the time being until he could figure out exactly what the hell was going on.
"Let's go." She nodded, reaching for the gun she had discarded earlier. She tucked it into the waistband of her skirt and followed him out.
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Nnoitra took a deep breath, the noise and the lights suddenly becoming too much for him to handle. He was bleeding he could taste the blood from his split lip, his eye was slowly closing up from the swelling but he felt amazing.
Pain shot through him as he forwent the pointless hand raise from the ref and walked out of the dirt ring.
He had been stabbed in the back but he couldn't feel that, his chest burned with each breath from the new cut that had come so close to his heart.
Every time he stepped into the ring it could be his last, but so far he had been lucky. No, luck had nothing to do with it he was determined not to succumb to death like a failure.
Fuck, what was he doing with his life? He needed something to take his mind off of what a fuck-up he was. But so far nothing was working.
He didn't know how but he ended up standing outside of her bedroom, but there he was if only so she could fix him up again and send him back on his way. He didn't know when he became so dependent on her but he hated it, hated that it was the first place he thought of going.
He pushed open her bedroom door and she looked up at him from her book. She was so perfect, how could she exist in his life so flawless when everything else was so fucked up? She didn't say anything as she got up and came to him, her hand going to the fresh cut that was bleeding through his shirt. "Why do you keep hurting yourself?"
Did he imagine her saying that as she pulled him towards the bathroom? Why? Because it made him feel good to punch someone in the face so hard that he could hear their bones break.
He sat quietly while her gentle fingers cleaned each of his wounds. He didn't fidget as she sewn them up and bandaged each one. All the while chastising him as if he was a child.
He wanted to pull her down, bury his head between her breasts and fuck her silly. But he resisted the urge to touch her, as it was now he would probably lose himself too much and end up really hurting her
"I won't help you again." She said washing his blood from her hands, "I'm tired of it!" She crossed her arms in front of her, she was frustrated because it was a lie. If he was to come back again tomorrow in the same condition she would do the same.
"I'm serious Nnoitra, my heart can't take it."
He got up his frame towering over her, "fine. I don't need you. You were the one that came to me."
"Don't even-"
"Shut up." He interrupted her, he really didn't need the hassle. She was a good fuck but that was it, he was sick of her chastising and constant nagging.
"That's not fair Nnoi, how do you think I feel having to constantly see you like this?"
He pushed past her and headed towards the door, "I couldn't give two fucks about what you feel. What does it matter what I do with my body? I have to live with it."
"It matters because I care about you." She laid her hand on his arm to stop him from storming out, he shrugged it off. He grabbed her by the arm and turned to face her.
She looked afraid as if she knew what she had just done and was dreading the consequences.
"Don't start that bullshit with me!" His fingers dug into her skin, "we fuck that's it. You are an easy lay nothing more, so don't act like my fucking wife or my mother you are nothing to me." He released her pushing her away.
He slammed the door in the midst of her crying, better he do it now before she got any more stupid idealist hopes of them living happily ever after.
He had almost been sucked into that fantasy, her availability was something he could always count on. And he found himself relying on that, seeking her out just to know he could still feel something.
Maybe he would go back to the circuit and take the frustration of this situation out on some unfortunate sucker who managed to get stuck in the ring with him.
For the second time that night he ended up in the brawlers pub, he still hadn't made up his mind whether he was gonna get back in the ring or let his wounds have a chance to heal just a little.
"You came back." A brunette with tattoos covering one of her arms and a tank that didn't cover much approached him. "I saw your match earlier, you were amazing."
If he had a type she would be it, tall big tits just enough hips to grab hold to as he fucked her from behind. Maybe he would fuck her and prove to himself that all women were the same there wasn't anything special about her.
"Cut the bullshit, you wanna fuck?" He asked foregoing the niceties.
One perfectly arched brow rose in surprise or maybe amusement but then she smirked, "a man right to the point, my kind of guy."
They walked out heading towards the dark alley that led to his apartment. She pushed him against the wall rubbing her hard nipples against his chest her hands immediately going to the zipper of his jeans.
They kissed his lips rough and demanding, she gladly deepened the kiss pressing her tongue against his.
She tasted disgusting a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes that put him off instantly. Nothing like Nel, her face flashed before his eyes and he pushed the woman away.
He didn't want to fuck her, no amount of her stroking his cock would entice him to hardness. Fucking disgusting. He really had messed himself up this time.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She scoffed indignantly. He could barely make out her face in the dark but it didn't matter he didn't want to be touched by her nasty hands or mouth. "Your dick don't work or something?"
At that moment he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall, her head bouncing off of it like a basketball ball. Her eyes closed and blood spurted from her parted lips. Her limp body slid to a heap on the dirty ground. He turned away from her spitting at his feet trying to get the taste from his mouth.
Slowly he made his way home, angry at himself for getting so involved with that bitch. He should have killed her when he had the chance.
Nnoitra paused outside his apartment door, there was someone in there. He half suspected it to be her patiently waiting for his return like some little puppy. But something told him it wasn't. Whoever it was was in for a real fucking rude awakening.
He swung the door open, "this isn't a bad time is it Mr. Gilga?" He got up from the lone chair "Oh where are my manners? My name is Kisuke Urahara."
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Urahara walked in to work the next day feeling as if he'd had ten too many drinks the night before, he had a splitting headache that no amount of Advil was gonna cure.
Both Rukia and Renji were sitting at her desk pad and pencil in hand. Renji was very proficient at sketching suspects and usually took the task at hand. Rukia not so much, she was much better at catching the criminals.
"Morning" he said looking over her shoulder at the awkward man she had sketched, a frown came to his lips as he took a closer look.
"You didn't know you were a wanted hit man." Renji joked turning over his sketch of a young man with wild hair and piercing eyes.
Kisuke grinned, "I wasn't aware, maybe I should take the day off?"
"Naw, looks like Rukie's brain beat you to it. We need someone here that actually knows something."
Rukia rolled her eyes, "this is not funny. I've got some random hit man threatening to kill me and you guys are making jokes."
"Apparently he is not so random." Renji and Kisuke laughed.
"I'm going through a crisis here, I wasn't concentrating. Sorry sir."
Urahara just shrugged it off the laughter dying from his face, he scrutinized Renji's picture finding nothing familiar about the man. "He works for kurasaki?"
"Yes, he's been following me for the past month. He killed Hana and framed Atsuko."
"You have any evidence?"
"No, no physical evidence but he told me he did it. I know Atsuko is not an innocent man but he didn't kill Hana."
Here lied the dilemma, without hard evidence they wouldn't be able to do anything about overturning the judgment. But Atsuko was a well-known enforcer, he had a mile long list of murders he did commit this one was just the final nail in the coffin.
"So what are you planning?" Urahara asked knowing that she wouldn't drop it until the real killer was behind bars. Her persistence was one of the reasons he had drafted her to his team.
"I'm going to see this to the end and make sure he doesn't get away with it."
"Okay just be careful, would you like a detail?"
"I'm a big girl, I can handle it myself." She replied and the words brought back memories of the previous night when Yoruichi had uttered them.
"I'm sure you can too but don't leave Renji out of the loop, he is your partner."
"Yes sir." They both replied in unison and he took his leave to his office. There was a stack of paperwork for him to complete regarding last night's incident and a whole other stack that had been sitting there for about a week.
Neither of which he felt like working on with a dejected sigh he pulled the top folder off the week old pile and flipped it open.~~
It was a few hours later, he lost track of the time as he worked through the seemingly endless pile that his cell phone rang.
He was glad for a moments reprieve from the tedious reading and typing, he didn't recognize the number but his cell was private so it must be important, "Urahara speaking."
There was a brief silence, "Urahara, something has come up." It was Yoruichi, her voice held a semi frantic note to it.
"Hm two times in two days, my luck must be changing." He couldn't help chiding her, wasn't it just last night she had made it clear that it was a good chance he wouldn't be seeing her again?
She expelled a breath and maybe rolled her eyes, he couldn't see it but he knew her well and at that moment she was frustrated. "I can't speak long, I was set up." She groaned and he knew this must just be killing her pride," I need your help please."
"Wow, that's something I never thought I'd hear." Truthfully she was fiercely independent and even when they were together she never wanted to come to him for anything.
"Urahara." She groaned, "I wouldn't ask unless it was serious. I'm-" the line was abruptly disconnected.
Urahara quickly redialed the number but it just rang and rang with no pick up. "Jinta I need you to trace a number for me."
"Why would you think I'd be able to do that?" He replied sarcastically.
"Five minutes."
Five minutes later his door open and Ururu walked in with a few sheets of papers hanging from her full arms. She was cradling several bags of chips and a bottle of soda. "Here you go, Mr. Urahara, Jinta says you owe him."
"Tell him I'll overlook his ease dropping this time." He pulled the papers from her arms and arranged the items so she wasn't struggling anymore, "better?"
"Thank you Mr. Urahara." She replied blushing and heading out of his office. ~~
An hour later he was waiting patiently for the warden to hand over Yoruichi. He drew up some fake warrants siting her as one of the bureaus most wanted. The warden had read through the paperwork and then retreated from the room.
"Sorry about the hold up, agent Urahara." He returned with Yoruichi in tow dressed in an orange jumpsuit. Her hair was tousled and there was a red bruise that looked like it must sting like a bitch on her right cheek.
"It's not a problem at all, do you have the formal report detailing her crimes?" She didn't look at him at all, her eyes glued to the wardens back.
"Yes sir." Added to his folder he handed him another stack of sheets.
Kisuke pulled out a set of his own handcuffs, "if you would warden." He motioned to the old fashioned steel cuffs on her wrist. Once in the cruiser she would be able to slip his off easily. "Thank you for your cooperation. I'll be in touch. Let's go Ms. Shihoin.
He could feel the wardens eyes on them as he escorted her from the premises, the guards stepped aside opening the large gates to let them out. When they were safely in his cruiser she sighed softly slipping her thin wrists out of the cuffs and rubbing them slightly.
He expected her to offer some explanation or at least thank him for saving her butt but she remained silent opting to look out the window instead of at him. "I think an explanation is the least you can give me, I stuck my neck out for you tonight."
"I was framed for murder, actually multiple murders. I have a sneaking suspicion of who it may be but I'm not positive."
"Well give me the names, and I'll conduct a comprehensive investigation. You'll have to stay low for a while, I've told my team you are my wife and you would be visiting for a few weeks. "
"Well that's partly true." She muttered and sighed sinking lower in her seat. "Can we talk about all this later I've had a really rough day and all I want to do is sleep."
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She had been knocked out a lot longer than he expected, they were already a safe distance out of town and still she slept peacefully sprawled out on the back seat.
There was much more to this than Aizen was telling him. She didn't have much on her just a few photos of what he assumed was her family and the money she had made that night. She had a fake id and passport which lent credibility to his assumption that she was on the run.
Gin pulled into the parking lot of a motel glancing back at her in his rear view mirror before getting out and locking the doors. This would be a good spot to dump her body once he was through with her. At a shitty place like this they probably had plenty of dead bodies dumped there anyways.
"I need a room for the night." He said to the man behind the counter. "Something simple for my wife and I."
He nodded getting his meaning without further elaboration, "it's gonna be two hundred cash."
"No problem." Gin replied laying down three bills, he probably got a lot of truckers that picked up prostitutes and stayed the night.
He reached behind him taking down a room key from the top shelf. "last room in the complex, it's our honeymoon suite."
Gin chuckled and walked out pausing as he noticed the lights inside his car on. The drugs finally wore off, but it didn't matter she wouldn't be able to get out without the keys.
She stared at him as he approached her blue eyes regarding him closely. He smiled in at her opening the door just enough that he could speak to her, "sorry I had to knock ya out, but I couldn't have ya screaming your pretty little head off."
She was skeptical and he didn't blame her, he was going to kill her just not at that moment. "What do you want with me?"
"Just to talk for the time being, nothing more." He grinned at her and she let down her guard, she slowly eased her way out of the car allowing him to hold her hand as he led her towards the last room.
Honeymoon suite was an adequate description, the large heart shaped bed dominated the bright red room. "So what do you want to talk about?" She asked pulling off her jacket and taking a seat on the fluffy comforter.
He imagined that is where she belonged naked just waiting for her lover to emerge from a bathroom or something. "Aizen Sōsuke."
She didn't bristle at his name or even appear to know who he was talking about. She just watched him expectantly waiting for more information.
"The man that wants you dead." That seemed to catch her interest.
"And how do you fit in to this? How do you know him?"
"I'm the man he hired to kill you." Instantly her eyes shifted to the door that was mere feet from where he stood.
"Why the charade? You should have just killed me in the parking lot. Why drive me all the way out here?" Her eyes didn't meet his, she was looking around the room for another possible exit.
"Two reasons," he replied with a grin. He came closer and she crept up the mattress trying to put some distance between them. "It would be a lot easier to dump your body out of town. And two I was curious as to why he wanted ya offed. He didn't really give me a straight answer when I asked."
"So you would just kill a person for the hell of it?" Her back hit the headboard and she was trapped.
"Usually yea, but never a woman like you." He was right next to her now, his aqua eyes taking in her features up close.
"A woman like me?" She managed to whisper, he was so close she could feel the heat that radiated off of him like a fire.
"I thought to myself maybe you were his lover and he was bitter you broke it off." He said ignoring her question, "but you don't even know him do you?"
She shook her head her breath caught as he leaned in closer to her, "what should I do with you?" His warm breath fanned her face, she stared mesmerized by his eyes.
"I don't know." Was that her voice? It sounded like a heady murmur. Not kill her was what she meant to say but for the life of her she couldn't get her lips to cooperate.
Abruptly he pulled away and walked across the room to her discarded purse, he rifled through it for a moment then found what he was looking for. "Let's get to the bottom of this first, why do you have a fake Id?"
Matsumoto sat up drawing her legs as close to her body as she could, he was looking at her as if any moment he was going pounce on her.
"My sister witnessed a murder, she got bailed out and the charges dropped. I began to suspect something was wrong because I was being followed." He looked uninterested in what she was saying.
"So how did you end up here?" He didn't look like a killer, he was exceptionally tall and he had a very aesthetic appearance.
"Starting a new life until my sister is safe. I haven't heard from Ishida in a few weeks so I'm not sure if they have found her or not." She had been optimistic when Ishida had contacted her two weeks ago telling her they knew where Orihime was. Finally some kind of justice would be served but now she was losing hope.
"So that brings me to my earlier question, what should I do with you?" He had a wolfish grin on his face, his eyes skimming over her long legs and her generous cleavage.
Her breath caught at the look in his eyes, she was used to the lustful stares she got from men, but for some reason her heart was fluttering in her chest. Maybe it was because he pretty much held her fate in his hands?
"I, I don't just sleep around. I don't know you but I'm sure you don't sleep with women you are about to kill..." She was scooting towards the other end of bed her lips moving on their own.
"I've never met a woman like you before." He was fast, he had her trapped before she realized he had moved. "I'm not going to kill you, but what are you going to do for me?"
Matsumoto stared up at him bewildered, certainly he wasn't going to force her to sleep with him. Men don't just do that now days, especially with someone they just met! "What happened to the sultry waitresses at the strip club? I'm sure you pick up guys all the time. Would you like a few bills as well as your life?"
That's not how she was, she flirted with the men at the bar for more tips but that was the extent. She definitely didn't take any of them home, and him suggesting that money would open her legs was both degrading and ridiculous.
"No need to get angry" he teased his grin returning, "how bout something simple?" His hand left the bed to bury in her thick hair, "you've got some really nice lips." So saying he ran his index finger across them slipping it between them. "You've sucked cock before right? With lips like theses..."
Matsumoto tried to pull away but he stilled her with a rough tug of her hair. She wasn't sure where he pulled it from but he brandished a small pistol. He leaned away from her setting it down on the night table. "Now, where were we?"
She knew exactly what that meant, he was doing her a favor. He presented her a choice now it was up to her as to what she wanted to do. She had to look on the bright side at least he was good looking right? So she would have to have sex with him, at least after wards she wouldn't have to worry about- "if I do this with you what then? You aren't gonna come back later down the road and kill me are you?"
His lips titled into ambiguous smirk, "depends." He replied already working on the zipper of his jeans.
"Depends on what...?" She really didn't like the way he was grinning, almost devilishly.
"Hm, how good of an actress you are, how much I enjoy this. And a request if I may? Bring back that woman I met at the bar, she's my type."
That wasn't her though, that was a persona, really she didn't have much experience with men. People assumed she was a slut because of her looks, which made men think they could get an easy lay out of her.
She had shitty luck with men and her experiences taught her to be weary. If she wasn't so sure that he would kill her she would have refused.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded having already started removing his. He watched intently as she slowly removed her pants and then her blouse. She faltered for a moment before pulling off her panties and then the straps of her bra. Her cheeks warmed under his scrutiny and her nipples puckered. She had never been fully nude in front of a man before which if she told him he would probably not believe.
Her mouth became dry as he began to stroke his cock moving closer to her, "open your mouth like a good girl." he purred his voice like velvet.
Matsumoto tentatively brought her lips to the head of his cock. She really didn't know how to start, slowly she poked her tongue out of her mouth and touched it to the spongy surface of the head. She swirled her tongue around it as if she was licking a lollipop.
It wasn't a conscious decision Matsumoto made, It sort of just happened. She pulled the entire tip into her mouth and let her tongue dance over it. He gently cradled her head as her tongue made love to his cock head.
Matsumoto was tentative at first but when a deep coarse groan escaped him, she became emboldened sucking more enthusiastically. He pulled her legs apart his eyes lustfully taking in every detail of her sex, for all the fight she put up at the beginning she was wet and that desire glistened on her pink flesh.
"Touch yourself." he urged her guiding one of her hands between her legs, she glanced up at him uncertainly before awkwardly rubbing her clit.
Gin pulled his cock from her lips with an audible 'pop'. It was amazing but he really didn't want to spend himself in her mouth, he would much rather finish with her legs wrapped around him.
"is that how you finger yourself when you wanna get off?" she blushed and for some reason he enjoyed that sight, "let me help you." he used her own wetness to lubricate his two fingers then easily worked them into her, using his thumb to work her clit.
Matsumoto gasped at the sensation shifting her legs trying to assuage the foreign feeling that was building. She masturbated before but it never felt like this, like she was already at the height of ecstasy. "No..." she managed to get out although her mind was swimming in pleasure, "no please" she tried to push him away.
This wasn't how she wanted it to go, she didn't even know his name! He didn't hear her protests or he just didn't care, his fingers became rougher, more insistent. There was no use, her body convulsed and her legs snapped shut against his still thrusting fingers. Matsumoto moaned loudly as the tremors of her orgasm ripped through her.
He was grinning at her when she finally caught her breath, "that wasn't so bad right?" He brought his fingers to his lips as sucked her juices from them.
Truthfully it wasn't but that wasn't the part that was bothering her. Momentarily he paused to put on a condom then he pulled her closer to him at the edge of the bed. His lips pressed against hers in a somewhat reserved kiss. Then he kissed her harder and fuller his tongue exploring and probing her mouth tasting and sucking in her tongue.
Gin positioned himself and stroked the tip of his cock along her swollen lips a few times before plunging into her. Her eyes snapped shut and her nails dug painfully into his back.
Gin froze his body poised mid thrust. She couldn't be a virgin right? She was just unbelievably tight. He should say something apologize for being a prick, but how was he to know she was a virgin?
Slowly gin started kissing her cheeks her neck then her breasts. He cupped her bottom cheeks then began a slow rhythm. "Is that better?"
It didn't take long before she was moaning and shuddering in pleasure. With that Gin thrusted into her deep pulling her hard against him. She moaned matching each of his thrust with her own.
She felt so good, her body was tightening around his cock deliciously pushing him closer to the edge. Matsumoto's head was tossed to the side her breath labored, her long strawberry locks clung to her wet brow.
Gin pulled his hand off her bottom and started to fondle her clit again She let out a loud moan, and began to quiver as her impending orgasm finally hit her.
He continued to thrust into her pulling her still shuddering body even closer as he drove himself in her deeper and faster then he too was coming, clenching her hair in his fist, both lost in ecstasy.
Gin collapsed next to her enjoying the lingering high of his orgasm. Matsumoto was still breathing heavy when he sat up and threw the condom into the basket next to the bed.
This definitely wasn't what he planned when he decided to find out why Aizen wanted her dead. But he wasn't complaining, and if they ended up fucking a few more times before the morning came and he set her free then he wouldn't complain about that either.
She was lucid now and she stared up at him, "was that good enough?" she asked her voice still held a bit of tremble to it although he wasn't sure if it was from the good sex they had just had or fear that he would still kill her.
Gin leaned back against the headboard a wide grin on his lips, "not sure if ya heart was in it, but the nights not over yet. Have a nap and we'll have another go." This time he knew it was fear, he chuckled and planted a kiss on her parted lips, "don't worry I aint gonna murder ya in your sleep." She wasn't convinced but she didn't put up any more resistance.
She rose briefly just enough to slip beneath the large red comforter. He watched her until her breathing evened out and he was sure she was sleeping, this mystery was not unraveling if anything it was just gaining layers. She definitely wasn't Aizen's lover, but he wondered if that story about her sister was the truth. But why kill her and not the sister? Leave it to him to come out of retirement for such a confusing hit.
Either way, this would be the end of it for him, he wasn't gonna get involved with Aizens dealings anymore. After he released her in the morning he would have kept up his end of the deal by not killing her. It would be up to her to stay safe at that point.
Even as the thought went through his mind he knew she probably wouldn't survive the week if Aizen got Nnoitra to take the hit. But that wasn't his problem, fucking didn't automatically make her important. He would do well to remember that.
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The sun was hanging low in the sky when she finally woke up the next day. The house was empty as normal, her father was at work and her mother was probably out looking for a job. Maybe she would try to find a work at home job to help out, if she felt okay today she would go through the morning newspaper and search for one.
Today her legs burned like hell, she knew she shouldn't have been so impetuous and ran out of the house last night. Yachiru let out a small laugh, running wasn't exactly what she had done more like waddled. She had come to terms with her illness a long time ago and every day that she woke up she thanked Kami. Although some days she couldn't leave her bed she was still breathing right?
Carefully she maneuvered herself into her open wheelchair and headed towards the doorway. Maybe she would be lucky and the mail lady would have slipped the mail beneath the door that would save her about ten minutes of trying to get in and out of the not-so-wheelchair accessible elevator.
There was an array of papers scattered in front of the door, she leaned over and gathered all of them. She didn't know why she always checked, she rarely got mail aside from the mounting rejection letters she kept stashed away beneath her mattress.
Yachiru paused setting down the mail she had been sifting through, it sounded as if someone was at the door, but it wasn't a knocking or gently rapping. It was more of a scratching.
She made her way over to the door way wondering if maybe it was the neighbor's dog that usually wandered inside when someone accidentally left the front door open.
She pulled open the large door coming face to face with a man on his hands and knees with a large manila envelope tucked beneath his arm.
For a moment he dropped the tools he had been using to try and pick the lock and stared at her. "Have you never heard of knocking?" She asked.
Before she knew what was happening he was on his feet and he grabbed her around her waist throwing her over his shoulders. ~~
Ikkaku carefully laid out the sleeping girls frame on the large sofa that occupied the corner of Kenpachi's office.
"What's this?" His boss asked turning his attention to him.
"I got nervous, she saw my face and I panicked."
"You panicked? All I asked you to do is slip the package beneath the door."
"Oi if you wanted it done with finesse you should have asked Yumichika or Makizo." With a loud 'hmpth' he walked out without another thought.
Kenpachi glanced over at her slight body, what the hell was Ikkaku thinking? Why bring her here? How hard is it to just slip a packet of money under a door way?
He didn't even have the decency to grab her wheelchair or braces either so someone would have to carry her around.
"You again." She said maneuvering herself to a sitting position, "I should have known."
"Known what?" He answered with a frown. In the light and with her hair tousled as it was she did look older than she had appeared last night.
"I suspected something fishy when you had known exactly where to drop me off. I'm really surprised you didn't just grab me then."
Her large chocolate eyes scanned her surroundings before coming back to rest on him sitting behind his desk his laptop open. "Honestly, I won't be of any use to you. My parents have no money for ransom. Although by the look of this place you don't need it." Which was true. "Without my wheelchair I'm basically useless. If anything I'll just be way more work for you."
Kenpachi knew what she expected him to say, but just for the hell of it he ignored her.
As he had driven home last night he realized he shouldn't have stopped. For some inane reason the sight of her standing there crying her eyes out had stuck with him. He had seen heart wrenching scenes before most of the times at his hands, but something about the utter despair on her face had gotten to him.
"I'm 22 by the way, just In case you get any ideas that I'm a child that you would like to molest." She shifted again stretching her legs out in front of her. "Just a little tid bit for you."
"To think I felt sorry for you." He replied gruffly. Which was the truth, Yumichika accused him of not having a heart and for the most part it was true. He didn't have any compassion for his fellow men, he cared about his family and those close to him but everyone else could go to hell in a hand basket.
He didn't need the money from the hit last night so he figured he'd give it her and maybe she'd get that surgery, all would be well, and he would get some sort of satisfaction for doing a good deed.
"I certainly didn't ask for that, I'm happy the way I am." She smiled as she said it but he didn't have to know her to know it was a lie.
"Whatever."
"So I'm just supposed to sit here and watch you, or was there a point in you kidnapping me?"
"Do what you want" he was already typing away at his keyboard. He had reports to type up for Ukitake that had been due last week.
"I want to go home."
"No one's stopping you."
"Very funny" she made a face and ran a hand through her bright pink hair. "I take it that guy works for you? What was he doing trying to pick our door lock?"
"You're a talker aren't you?" Usually he was left alone, and he preferred it that way. Yumichika, Ikkaku and Makizo knew better than to disturb him when he was working.
"I've nothing else to do all day. Don't skirt the question." She pouted her face illuminated by the sun.
"Ikkaku, he's a little impulsive." He replied realizing he probably wouldn't get any work done with her around. "He was supposed to deliver a package for me."
"Deliver a package? But he decided to kidnap me instead? That's strange..." she fidgeted again in her seat, adjusting the hem of her skirt over her legs.
"He panicked apparently. I'll get him to take you home." For someone who didn't use their legs much hers were very proportionate to the rest of her body. His frown deepened at that thought.
"Um, no that's okay." She said quickly, "I think one bump on the head is enough for me."
"Ok, let me work in peace and I will take you home myself." She nodded to that suggestion and turned her attention to something outside the window.
He half expected her to start up again but surprisingly she remained silent. Instead of going back to work he caught himself watching her. He couldn't figure out what was so different about her, why he wanted to help her. She was no different from any other girl, she was pretty but there were pretty girls everywhere. Maybe it was just her plight that was drawing him in?
"I thought you were going to finish your work?" She quipped cheekily interrupting his thoughts." But I understand if you can't keep your eyes off me" she broke out in a fit of laughter at the look on his face." You need to lighten up."
Kenpachi hadn't realized that he was staring, he had been completely lost in thought "you have nothing that I would want to stare at."
Her smile disappeared instantly, the expression on her face right then made him feel like the worst person in the world. There was a brief moment when he didn't know if she was joking or if she was really going to cry.
"Don't you think I know that already? A day doesn't go by that I don't hear how useless I am, no one wants a broken unfixable cripple." There went the waterworks, she buried her head in her arms and just let it all out.
He could apologize, say that wasn't what he meant but there was no point in lying. If just to shut her up he would have to say something.
The door opened and Yumichika followed by Ikkaku burst in, they both were looking about the room as if they had expected something else to be happening.
She didn't look up at the intrusion just continued to cry, Yumichika went over to her and placed one arm around her, "it's okay sweetie, don't take anything he says to heart."
"These walls must be paper thin" Kenpachi muttered glaring pointedly at Yumichika.
"Well this is the first time you've had a lady friend over, we just wanted to make sure she'd be okay. It was a good thought too seeing how you've already made her cry."
Kenpachi grumbled something incoherent, somewhat glad that they had come in when they had. He wouldn't have known what to say to placate her.
"Women are a luxury, and must be treated as such." Yumichika reprimanded him again, still rubbing her back in a soothing motion.
Ikkaku had at some point left the room, this was all his fault. This wasn't the best place for fragile emotions, he would be the first admit that.
"No more tears, they are just distracting from your beautiful face." He gently wiped her eyes," how about we go get some breakfast?" He flashed her one of his dazzling smiles and she nodded eagerly.
Yumichika scooped her up into his arms carefully, "I'll bring her back in a little while."
"Don't get any ideas." Kenpachi said with a frown, Yumichika was a ladies man and he could already see him laying out the charm.
"No worries boss, I know this one's yours." He replied mockingly with a wink and walked out.
Before he could get back into what he had been working on Ikkaku walked in with an envelope. "This just came in would you like me handle it?"
Usually he would be happy to take a hit but right now his mind was too occupied to be able to enjoy it. "Go ahead."
"You sure?"
"Yea I got some work for Ukitake to get done. I should make an appearance at the office too." He sighed, "I'll be busy for the rest of the day."
Ikkaku nodded and left tearing open the envelop as he did so. Kenpachi turned his attention back to his discarded work and half-heartedly started it up again.