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Pairing: This chapter is KenXShuu =)

Two

Tokyo Central Police Station: three days previous

Kensei slammed the phone down and growled in annoyance. It was the third \emergency call since he had taken a short trip to the restroom. All around him, phones and pagers thrummed loudly. Men talked heatedly over the police hotline, trying to help with whatever they required. It wasn't that kensei's team refused to go to their doors; it was just that they had run out of officers and police cars. They were in a state of panic because of the small earthquake that had shaken all of central Tokyo just a few hours ago. The quakes had subsided but the damage had been done, cars turned over, buildings damaged, roads cracked, citizens in trouble. All the rescue workers were on their way but apparently, it wasn't enough.

He lit a cigarette to calm his jittery nerves and carded a hand through messy short silver locks. The cell phone in his left pocket buzzed for attention and Kensei growled out a curse as he flipped the phone open without checking the caller ID. The shaky voice that passed through the speaker made his jaw go limp, the half-smoked cigarette falling onto the floor.

"Kensei-san…it's me, Shuuhei." There was a loud sniff from the other side of the phone and Kensei could barely hear over the sound of blood pounding in his ears. "there's something wrong in the neighborhood…I saw the old lady across the street bite the mailman just now…could you please come over here?"

As if he were in a trance, Kensei agreed and shut the phone with a click. For a few moments he just stood there, eyes vacant. He hadn't gone over to Minako's house in ages. His divorced wife was not one to welcome her old ex-husband but Kensei had never disliked her younger brother Shuuhei and now he was going over to that damned place all over again. He cursed and threw his leather jacket on before securing the standard weapons to his belt and a walkie-talkie. After hesitating a bit, he took another few rounds of ammunition and another gun from the utility case. That proved to be the best choice he made that day.

The drive to Minako's house took longer than expected. The traffic lights didn't seem to work properly, the roads were cracked in places and Kensei lost his patience after the fourth red light and switched on the police siren. It was one of the perks of being a cop. He grinned as the car shot forward.

Shuuhei's old motorcycle was parked outside the silent house. He felt his heart lurch at the sight. On a sunny afternoon not long ago, he had sat under the searing sun as he and Shuuhei fixed the old thing. It was noisy and old, not to mention harmful to the environment but Shuuhei loved the old thing like no other. The sound of a curious rumbling pulled Kensei out of his thoughts and he glanced around. There was a considerable amount of blood splattered on the cracked pavement of the house opposite Shuuhei's and Kensei saw a brief flicker of someone standing by the window. He frowned and cocked the gun, slipping out of the car.

Shuuhei opened the door before he could knock, his face pasty white from fright and clutching a fire poker in his hands. His shoulders sagged in relief as he let Kensei in and before the man could say a word, the boy rushed at him. Kensei gently cradled his shaking form as Shuuhei fisted his shirt, hiding his face in Kensei's chest.

"They're all dead…" he suddenly grabbed Kensei's face and glared at him through bloodshot eyes. The man's mouth dropped open with a click but he didn't say anything. Shuuhei closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I bashed his head open with a fire poker…he tried to bite me, god damn it!" he dropped the metal stick and Kensei took his hands.

"Who did you kill?"

"Nii-chan's husband…"

Kensei sucked in a sharp breath, his face gone white. The messy trail of blood led to the tub in the bathroom. Shuuhei clutched his shirt nervously as Kensei approached the shower curtains. He took a deep breath and jerked the thing aside only to find nothing but murky crimson water. The body was gone. He heard Shuuhei shout behind him and all the years of police combat kicked in as he turned around and loaded a few bullets into the man's brain.

The thing used to be known as Minako's husband fell to the floor with a wet crack, bloody limbs twitching and convulsing. Kensei muttered a curse, his hands shaking as he fumbled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a quick glance at Shuuhei, who was leaning against the wall with a vacant look. He wiped a hand over his face and walked over to the boy.

"We gotta go. It's not safe here. Go upstairs and pack some supplies, I'll get some food and first-aid." He gave Shuuhei a brief hug and ruffled his hair. "It's gonna be OK."

The boy nodded and shuffled upstairs, his face betraying nothing. An eerie calm had settled over Kensei as he stuffed supplies and food into the bag he had found by the fireplace. The next hour was spent in silence, both eating a quick snack and getting ready to move out. Kensei suggested going to the police station and Shuuhei nodded without saying anything. They didn't bother locking the door and when Kensei asked if they should write a note to his sister, Shuuhei said no. Minako was on a business trip to the US.

The neighborhood looked oddly vacant as they stepped out of the house and moved toward Kensei's car. The blood on the hood of the police car made Kensei stood and he jerked the boy behind him, readying his gun. The old lady across the street lunged from the other side of the car, a deep odd rumbling growl coming from her throat. Kensei shot her through the head and knocked the limp body off the hood. Shuuhei scrambled into the car after him and locked the doors with a loud sigh of relief.

The drive to the police station was passed in moody heavy silence. Both men were deep in thought and Shuuhei kept glancing out the blood-caked window, his eyes unseeing. Kensei drove the car directly into the station, not bothering to flash his ID at the man behind the desk.

"Boss, we caught another one." A blond police handed Kensei a clipboard as he stepped inside. Shuuhei followed not far behind, his belonging in his arms. Kensei rolled his eyes at the clipboard and sighed.

"All of Tokyo is under siege and all you can do is arrest people for armed robbery?"

"But…but he had an illegal firearm!"

"I'm so impressed." The clipboard was dropped back into the hands of the officer as Kensei pushed his way into the temporary holding cell.

The man charged with arm robbery whistled cheerfully as he rested his feet upon the back of a trembling guy that cowered in front of him. Kensei studied the man with a critical eye. There was an old star running down his face and his hair was shaped into long spikes with bells attached to the end. It was by far the most bizarre style he had ever seen.

"So, why did you rob the store?' Kensei asked, tapping a finger against his temple as he leaned back against the wall, facing the prisoner.

The man snorted and kicked the cowering person under his feet as he stood slowly and made his way over to the bars. Kensei did not flinch as they locked eyes. The man snorted and opened his mouth revealing sharp teeth.

"They're all going to die anyway, so I might as well…" he spoke in a casual rumbling tone. Shuuhei gasped behind Kensei, hands tightening around his bag. The man leaned forward, voice dropping down to a whisper. "They're infected and it's gonna pass on and on until there's not a single goddamn human alive."

"How do you know?" without realizing it, Kensei had leaned close enough for their noses to touch, his eyes hard and glaring. The tall man just laughed and went back to his seat.

"It's all begun…"

Kensei ignored the call and grabbed Shuuhei's hand. "You go back to my office and stay there. You," he grabbed an officer and pointed to the laughing man behind the bars. "…put him with Nnoitra."

Without another word, Kensei moved toward the front desk. Outside, dark clouds gathered silently as the storm drew closer.

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