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CHAPTER THREE
I was over joyed when I got back to the organizations hold up. After all it meant I got to sleep in my OWN bed, no hotel bed could compare. It would be so nice after sleeping on crap for the past 6 months. Six horrible months. The mission was a success there was no argument there; we were able to extract the target with out detection and got a trial run on our new bio weapon Szayel had developed. He was satisfied to say the least with the results. The pink haired freak was a genius ill give him that. I was just thankful I didn't have a room next to his. I would hate to end up waking up with a variety of sours on my face one morning because he decided to let a toxin seep into the room during the night. You might be saying oh stop over exaggerating I'm sure he's not that bad. Well he is I assure you just ask Zommari. He'll tell you straight up. The man's a monster.
All of the Espada live in one house, or mansion would be a more appropriate term because damn the place was huge. There were 10 of us now including the newly initiated Grimmjow. To us and other underground criminals this place was known as Las Noches. To other people particularly civilians such as yourselves it simply looked like some rich, bitches mansion.
Which was partially true, Aizen was rich and man he could be quite the little bitch at times, although I was almost positive Gin played that role in that particular relationship.
Oh and well were on the topic of hush-hush info, I want to make it very clear that anything I tell you is strictly in confidence. If anyone lets it slip that I'm bad mouthing the boss, I will CUT you. That is if Aizen doesn't kill me first. Even if I die I will haunt you, and when you die you better watch your ghostly ass.
'Nough with the pleasantries, moving on.
As you can imagine I avoided Gin like the plague. After all that one night of sharing a hotel room with him it was obvious he didn't understand social boundaries. Like really, who does that with another dude in the room. I mean it'd be another thing if we were in that kinda relationship but we weren't. He was crossing a line there.
Scratch that he didn't cross it. He leaped over it and just kept running. There are some things in life I really dint need to see before I die and that was ranked number 2. Catching Aizen in the same position definitely takes top spot. I don't even wanna imagine what that would look like, but it's too late I'm talking about it, and I'm a visualizing kinda guy. See the things I do for you people. Be grateful.
Urgh, bad mental picture. I need a drink.
I left the house and took my car to a local bar. This bar was one of those kinds the one the cops avoid because they no the minute they step foot in there they are putting their family and themselves at risk. Yup, you got it; it was a criminals only kinda bar.
I sat at the bar and ordered a scotch. Anyone could really walk in here if they dared, I mean there was no 'rove you're a criminal' kinda thing but you had to be prepared that if you were challenged you had to be prepared to kill your opponent or get killed yourself. So as you can imagine its not a huge tourist attraction.
The bartender set down my drink on a costar and walked off to serve another customer. I took it and spun around on the bar stool to survey the contents of the cramped room. There were a couple petty thieves. A couple wife beaters, on any other night I would challenge them. I hated wife beaters. My dad was one, they weren't criminals they were scum and I would love to kill every one. In the corner there was the revered serial killer plaguing the cities streets gutting young and old alike. I guess even they needed some down time. In the far corner there was a couple. Two males but I don't judge. Everyone else in the bar seemed tense at their presence. This peeked my curiosity. I signaled the bartender over.
"Who are the love birds in the corner?" the man glanced in their direction and seemed reluctant to answer. I removed my glove, a casual gesture but I exposed my tattoo, my brand. A Gothic 1, the bartenders eyes widened and he seems persuaded to answer.
"That's Byakuya Kuchiki and his partner Renji Abarai" he said like I should know the names. The second one sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. I arched an eye brow at the man.
"They're Yakuza Kuchiki's the head since his father died last week." He explained further. I nodded my thanks returned my glove and took up my glass again. I didn't know any Yakuza so I didn't know how the name sounded familiar. And in my opinion the Yakuza are over rated. Really the mafia? They stopped being scary after the Godfather movies. That just ruined they're image. True that was the American mafia but the mafias the mafia no matter what you call them by. I was intrigued.
Once again I signaled the bartender over and ordered another of what ever the red head was having, my treat. The man looked at me like I was crazy. Which I was, partially. What soul in the Espada wasn't I was a sane as they got in that lot. Pale the man went about mixing the drink and delivered it himself since there were no servers in this place. He made sure to bow low and point an accusing finger at me to make sure there was no misunderstanding. Don't get me wrong I wasn't hitting on the red head cus I thought he was attractive, though I'm sure he was quite the looker, I couldn't see him well from my seat anyway. I just wanted to rile up the leader. After all he looked like someone with lots of pride. I would love to see it crushed. The raven haired man glared my way. And I gave a sleepy wave in response. The man leaned over to the red head and whispered something in his ear. Then he dipped down lower and bit down hard into the man's neck, hard enough to draw blood I would guess, from the noise he made. He removed his face and glared my way again making sure I saw him mark his territory.
The red head got up straightened out his suit and headed my way. Once he got closer he stopped dead, and paled. Then re turned red with rage. Unlike his partner he had no emotional control and wore them on his sleeve. He rushed towards me with fire in his eyes. That was my cue to leave. Don't get me wrong I'm no coward I just wanted to lure the man outside. After all in the state he was in now, I had no doubt he would follow.
He did, I waited for him outside.
"You!" he exclaimed. Pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Yes it is me." I said dryly not sure what he was getting at.
"I demand a rematch" he yelled. A rematch what was this-
Oh this was going to be fun, I recognized him now. It was the eccentric guy I fought on the night I watched Ulquiorra fight. That was ages ago. His nose had healed well.
"Your nose looks good" I taunted. He seemed to turn even redder with anger.
"Fuck you" he spat.
"Does your boss know you fight for money?" the color drained from his face, I didn't think so, he wouldn't be happy bout it either I imagine. After all that was getting profit for himself and not the organization. That would be considered a crime. He spat at me with real venom as he was once again consumed by anger. He stormed back inside. You would think I would remember a guy like that, if not his face then his ass. It sure was fine.
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