The Chemical Reaction
Atagoki: Second chapter to this story:) Thanks to all the reviews. Now let's continue!
Warnings: Nothing special aside from language; but it is a longer chapter. It's a good thing. I think. XD
Disclaimer: Sadly, I am too poor to own Bleach. But Bleach owns me.
Em boca fechada não entra mosca — Portuguese Proverb
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The autumn haired young man sat in the chair yawning and a hand hit him in the back of the head harshly.
"Ow!" he shouted.
"Show good manners; cover your mouth when you yawn." Rukia hissed, tapping a few keys on the computer. "Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, you answer yes or no. Now...is your name Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"Nope. My name is Aoki Yume." he replied sarcastically. Another blow came from her hand and he groaned. "Yes, Kurosaki Ichigo is my name."
Rukia tapped a key on the computer. "Are you twenty-two years of age?"
"Yes."
"Are you Japanese?"
He grinned and slightly turned his head around, stopping halfway to his shoulder. "Nope, I'm Colombian."
Another whack from her hand. "Yes, I'm Japanese. Now my question, do you ever stop hitting?"
"Now, when I got you from your house—"
"You mean kidnapped."
"No. I did not kidnap. You came willingly as a prisoner of the federal government."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Sure. And I'm the queen of America."
Rukia was prepared to swat him again, but didn't do so. "Back on topic; when I got you from your house, what files were you accessing?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it. What should he say? He grinned sloppily, then turned so he could see her face—oh, he definitely planned on seeing this. "I was downloading porn."
Her eyes became narrow slits and a scowl crossed her lips. This time, she planned on knocking that smug grin off his face. Rukia stood up and grabbed him by the hair, then used her palm to hit his nose. "Be a smart ass one more time; I dare you. Do it."
He became silent and his eyes began to water after the impact. Perhaps he should shut up at this point.
Six hours earlier
"Kurosaki Ichigo?" she asked, forcing a smile she didn't want to.
"Yeah?" he asked, opening the door and little wider and leaning on the frame of the door. As she peered in she saw a two computers opened and a memory stick plugged in one. The other laptop had a flashing screen that said "download complete!"
"I need to speak with you in private."
"Okay." he opened the door and let her in. Rukia fumbled in her purse for her badge and gun. She pulled them out and waited for the door to click and close.
The sound came at last and she whipped around and pointed the gun in his face, flashing her badge. "Make a sound and I'll blow your brains out all over the place. Now, come with me, I need to speak with you."
He raised and eyebrow. "I see the feds handle things better nowadays."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Nice language; I can see you're a classy girl."
Seven hours later
"So, Rukia...how goes your interrogation?" Renji asked, stirring in a small pack of sugar into his coffee.
Rukia opened four sugar packets at one time and dumped their contents into her porcelain mug with bunnies and flowers painted all over it. An associate bought it for her twenty-first birthday. Then she grabbed the French vanilla creamer and began pouring the cool liquid into her coffee.
Renji raised his eyebrows and offered her his spoon.
"It's fine. It'd be better if the guy wasn't a complete ah." she replied, taking the spoon and stirring her coffee, then taking a sip. She made a face, then added another packet of sugar and began stirring it in.
"Do you have enough sugar in there? God bless Japan..."
She made a face and hit him with the back of her hand in the shoulder. "Yes, I do, thanks." Rukia rolled her eyes. "Anyway, he refuses to talk."
"Should I got talk to him?"
"Please, you'd just inspire him to get cockier. Do me a favor and stay away. Anyway, Inoue is probably in there tending to his needs so I'll go get me something to eat and pop back. Care to join me?"
Renji nodded and followed her to the cafeteria. As Rukia bought herself a salad, hamburger, and fries, she looked over and saw Kurotsuchi Nemu in line behind her. "Nemu-san, good to see you. Did you get the computers and hard drives from the Kurosaki file?" she asked trying to get the unusually shy girl to talk.
Nemu nodded, then paused and shook her head. "If I may join you, I should like to explain."
Rukia smiled somewhat and showed her to the table where Renji had selected seats. "So, what's up, Nemu-san?"
Nemu smiled half-way, then motioned for Rukia to start eating. Rukia gladly accepted the invite and dug into her salad. "Well, data recovery is hard. This Kurosaki Ichigo-kun is very good at covering his tracks. It's as if there was no data implicating he's been hacking and obtaining information from places like the CIA. It's as if he knew you were coming and erased the memory. But I found this," she paused to show a memory stick, "lodged into a part of the computer that didn't belong. I scanned it and tried to lift information off it. It's got something on it; it's just encrypted. And even worse, it's like he's mixed up languages. Some Arabic here, some Japanese there, some English here, some Portuguese...it's frustrating even though Father made sure I'm very aware of almost all languages. It's just annoying to have to switch my mindset. I hate to seem bossy, but Kuchiki-san, could you—?"
"I'll talk to him." she replied, grabbing a black ink pen from her pocket and scribbling the reminder on her hand.
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In Interrogation Room 2
"Is the meal to your liking?" the fair-skinned girl asked, as she observed him eating.He nodded, then shrugged. "It's okay; I mean, honestly, I don't like my chicken with this much sauce, but whatever. Take what I can get. Do you mind if I ask you a question, though?"
The girl smiled and nodded. "Go right ahead."
"What is this place?"
She bit her tongue. "I'm not at liberty to say. Anything else?"
"What's your name?"
"Inoue. Inoue Orihime. I'll be tending to you during your stay."
"My stay?" he chuckled icily. "You make it sound like you're my casino host in Las Vegas or something."
She bit her tongue again. "Sorry."
"Don't be. But what's up with the girl who came and kidnapped me? It's like someone shoved a widescreen television up her ass."
Orihime tried not to laugh, but a giggle came out. She clasped her mouth with her right hand, as her left held her pager and a panic button 'just in case'. "Kuchiki Rukia-san is a very difficult person to understand, but she's very intelligent and good at what she does."
"And what does she do?"
Orihime turned slightly pale, then grabbed the tray of food from the table and took the pitcher of water she brought with him, placing a napkin and packet of moist towelettes on the table. "Kuchiki-san extracts information for the Gotei thirteen."
"And what is the Gotei thirteen?"
"We work for governments." she began to shift uncomfortably.
"Which governments? And what is it you're doing for the governments that concerns me?" he folded his arms.
Orihime opened the door and stepped through, beginning to close it, then poked her head back in. "I'm not at liberty to say. I'll bring you some clothes to change into later so you may rest as well as some blankets and pillows for the cot. Have a good evening, Kurosaki-kun."
Atagoki: Yes, in this story, Inoue works for the Gotei 13. Why? Because she can. Because I told her to. Because I'm a bossy bitch ass witch and I made her that way because it's my AU.
Or because I wanted to make her that way because I find it easier
to develop the story. Also, Ichigo and Inoue will have just met each
other. They will not be old chummy pals. They will not know each other
through Tatsuki. As far as I'm concerned, Ichigo is an outsider in
their world. xD
Now...unless you understand Portuguese, you'll be wanting to know what the quote said.
It translates to "a fly doesn't enter a closed mouth." It basically means "know when to keep your mouth closed," which I tried to center the chapter about, considering Ichigo's wise cracks and Inoue being questioned.
Read and review. I plan on updating again on Wednesday or Tuesday...I dunno which yet