So, here's chapter 2 :) Apparently this story was a good idea because it's been gettin more attention than my other one xD
Again, warning for strong language and violence and all that shit. In later chapters there may be some yaoi too
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Hollows and Reapers and Berries Oh My!
Chapter 2:
KO!
Ichigo finished sweeping the floor of the Urahara Shoten. It was midnight, closing time. As usual the store didn't get much business that day, but somehow Kisuke managed to keep the store open. Sometimes the berry wondered if the creepy man was secretly a drug dealer or something.
Ichigo began to organize products on one of the low shelves, rearranging the random nick nacks Urahara liked to sell. The door to the Shoten slid open and closed with a sharp clack sound.
"We're closed." Ichigo called over his shoulder. Then he heard a gun cock. He froze, then slowly straightened up, his hands raised.
"Where's Urahara." The voice was deep, commanding, but soft, and reminded Ichigo of chocolate. He slowly turned to face the assailants. One was tall, a few inches taller than Ichigo, with brown hair that brushed his shoulders. The other was that same tall, lanky guy from the alley earlier that day. They were Hollows.
"Uh- he took the day off... had some shit to take care of." Ichigo mumbled, eyes trained on the Colt M1911 pointed at his chest. It was black and white, unusual colouring for a Colt. The lanky man beside the gunman narrowed his one visible eye.
"Tell him that Aizen received his message. And tell him that we have taken it as a declaration of war." With that the man turned and walked out of the Shoten, followed by his lanky accomplice. 'War? What the fuck is going on here?' Ichigo thought as he hurriedly pulled his phone out and dialed Urahara's number.
"Moshi Moshi." Urahara's overly cheery voice answered.
"What the fuck Urahara, some Hollows just put a gun to my fuckin head and told me that they took your message as a declaration of war and what in fucks name is going on here?" Ichigo practically screamed. There was still a knot in his stomach and a layer of clammy sweat coating his skin. It took Urahara a second to process Ichigo's shouting.
"What did they look like Ichigo?" Out of all the things he expected from the creepy bastard, that question wasn't one of them.
"Why the fuck does it matter? They were Hollows, holding a gun to my head-"
"Ichigo, what did they look like." It wasn't a question.
"Uh, one was insanely tall… creepy smile, eye patch, and the other was a few inches taller than me, brown hair, grey eyes." Ichigo growled through his clenched teeth. There was another heavy silence. Ichigo heard a muffled "Shit…" from Urahara's end.
"Ichigo, get yourself home. I'll take care of this." Urahara finally said, all traces of the creepy pervert he worked for were gone.
"That's it? You don't want me to call the cops or anything?" Ichigo was beyond pissed. His usually creamy skin was flushed with anger.
"It's a personal matter. I'll take care of it. Now get home." Something in his boss' tone made Ichigo stop before he snapped again. He scowled and hung up without saying goodbye.
The streets were dark and ominous, every shadow seeming to creep or crawl or whisper. Ichigo knew very well that this was gang territory, and he had already been spotted creeping through it earlier today by the same gang, the same guy even, who held a gun to his head. 'What if that message was because I was in their territory?' The thought hit the berry like a ton of bricks. Was it his fault? Did he just start a war between a gang and his boss? His head was spinning, his brow furrowed into a scowl.
"Thought I told ya ta scram." The voice startled Ichigo enough that he nearly yelped, effectively scattering his thoughts. He bit down hard on his tongue to keep from making rather unmanly noises and spun to confront the owner of the voice. His heart felt like it was going to tear through his chest. Leaning on a wall next to an alley not 100 feet from the berry was the blue haired god who had indeed told him to "scram" earlier that day. Ichigo froze, not sure what to do, his eyes glued to the delinquent, who smirked. And that was the sexiest damn smirk the berry had ever laid eyes on. Ichigo blushed at the thoughts that smirk put into his orange head. This just caused the said smirk to widen.
"Come on berry boy. Move that sweet little ass or it'll get beat." Ichigo was just about to respond with a scathing retort when Grimmjow's hand reached out and smacked his ass, causing him to let out the undignified yelp he held in earlier. The blue haired man grinned over his shoulder as he walked past the berry, who blushed a deep red, but followed the grinning delinquent out of gang territory anyway.
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Urahara stood before his gang, his trademark hat hiding his eyes, his hands folded neatly over the handle of his cane. The dim lights of an abandoned dojo shone on their wary faces. The whole group was quiet for once, watching their leader. Finally, he lifted his steel coloured eyes to scan the crowd, his face unnaturally serious.
"I would like to know…" he began, his voice light but each word deliberate. "Who pissed off the Hollows." Silence stretched on, heavy and dark.
"I believe it was Renji." The voice was calm, nearly monotonous, as was the face it belonged to. Byakuya Kuchiki sat in the back of the dojo, leaning on a wall, his eyes closed. A smile bloomed on Kisuke's face, similar to the cheesy grin he usually wore but somehow more menacing, more forced, as he turned to the red head who had gone pale.
"Oh? And how did that go, Renji-kun?" Renji's face paled. Hisagi and Ikkaku stiffened beside him.
"He was on our turf, the cocky bastard." Renji ground out through gritted teeth. All eyes were on him. Urahara's strained smile fell. One second he was standing before everyone, resting his hands on his cane, the next he was backhanding Renji. The slap echoed off the dojo walls. No one made a sound.
"Do you realize what you've done? You've started a war! This is on you! All those deaths will be on your head!" Still, no sound was made as Urahara's raised voice echoed around the room. The man may be a pervert but his anger could strike fear in the most intimidating Reapers hearts.
"Hai… Urahahra-sama." Renji finally mumbled, his head bowed. Urahara sighed, tilting his hat down over his eyes, his usual smile still absent from his face.
"I suggest that you prepare yourselves. Things are about to get messy."
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Grimmjow walked quickly down the alley, the berry easily keeping stride with him. The blue haired gangbanger knew very well that he shouldn't be helping this gaijin, especially during such an unstable time. So why was he doing it? It sure as hell wasn't out of the kindness of his heart. Why was this idiot back in gang territory anyway? He'd nearly gotten fucked, quite literally, by Nnoitra earlier that same day. You'd think the kid would learn to stay away.
"Why'd ya come back? Miss me?" Grimmjow teased, casting a sidelong smirk at the scowling berry.
"It's the only way for me to get to work, ass hole." Ichigo snapped, still glaring at the blunette. Grimmjow's smirk disappeared.
"An' where do ya work?" He asked, his voice a losing its usual condescending growl.
"The Urahara Shoten." Ichigo replied, confused by Grimmjow's sudden seriousness. The blunette stopped in his tracks. Ichigo stopped and turned to face him just in time for a fist to connect with his jaw. Gasping taken aback, the berry soon righted himself, only to be tacked harshly to the ground.
"You're a mole aren't you!" It wasn't a question. Grimmjow had Ichigo pinned to the trash strewn ground, their noses nearly touching. The blunette looked murderous.
"A mole for what?!" Ichigo yelled back, trying to twist and throw the larger man off of him.
"Don't play dumb pretty boy. You're Urahara's mole. That's why you been sniffin' around where ya don't belong." The blunette didn't budge, but instead raised his fist, ready to crush the betraying berries face in.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Ichigo yelled, carmel eyes blazing. He had given up on trying to escape, and simply lay still, his shoulder aching from where Grimmjow's large hand pressed it harshly to the ground. Frustration boiled up in him. It was obvious that there was something going on that he didn't know about. Grimmjow opened his mouth, sharp canines glinting, ready to tear the berry a new one, when a voice behind him cut him off.
"Eh, lay off 'im Grimmy. He don't know nothin." Ichigo glanced over the blunette's shoulder. Behind him stood a slim man with shaggy silver hair. His eyes were just slits, his skin pale as moonlight, but his most prominent feature was his smile. It seemed to stretch across his face, never wavering. A shudder went through Ichigo's spine. Which is when he realized exactly how close Grimmjow had pressed to him. A blush coloured the berry's face.
"Get off me!" He yelled, taking the blunette by surprise by shoving at his chest. Ichigo stumbled to his feet, his heart hammering in his chest. "Now tell me what the fuck is going on!"
This made Gin chuckle. Grimmjow glanced at him. It was true that the guy was a Hollow and dating the gang leader's daughter, but there have been rumors that the fox like man was deeper into the gang than that. He had been a member for a little less than a year and was already close to Aizen. People say he had his nose in everyone's business, even their rival gangs. Maybe the rumors were true.
"Ah take it ya don't know about yer boss, berry-chan." Gin said, tilting his head to the side, thumbs in the pockets of his white jeans, his smirk widening when Ichigo opened his mouth to retort.
"He's tha leader of tha Reapers."
Ichigo stood, staring at the silver haired man. Grimmjow stared at the berry like he had murdered a kitten when laughter bubbled up from his stomach. Ichigo doubled over, unable to control himself. Peals of laughter overwhelmed his lithe frame, echoing off the walls of the alley. Eventually he straightened up and noticed the serious looks on the gangbangers' faces.
"Wait… you're serious." Ichigo gaped at the men standing before him. There was no way his perverted, immature boss was the leader of the Reapers. Then the memory of how serious Kisuke got over the message he delivered flashed into the berries mind. Suddenly it didn't seem so farfetched that the odd man was a gang leader. His odd comments, the secret phone calls, the random absences from work, they all made sense now.
"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" Ichigo asked, his face made up in a scowl. His boss was a gang banger. A gang leader. The Hollow's rival gang. And he was now caught in the middle of some sort of fucking gang war.
"Ah guess yah come with us." Ichigo and Grimmjow's heads both snapped around to stare at the fox, but he still had his trademark grin in place. He was serious.
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Writing angry Urahara was chilling ;-; How'd I do? Reviews would be nice!
By the way, gaijin is the Japanese word for outsider.