Ah, it took me a couple of days to crank this out, and some research. Now, I wanna let y'all know, I do not tolerate slander at all, let alone against the LGBT community. So just because I put the word 'trannies' in here, doesn't mean I tolerate it. I'm part of that community, so if anyone has any shit to say negatively, you can suck on my nonexistent nuts. OK, now that that's over, y'all happy I updated this? Like, at all? I would love it if the people that read this, or any of my stories, left a review. It shows that y'all like it, and it makes me feel awesome, even if it's just to say that something was messed up.(in a nice way) so please drop a review, I'm not gonna tell y'all that I'm not gonna update if y'all don't, or that I'll update faster. That's childish. Enjoy my army of buns! We're slowly taking over the world!
Disclaimer: violence, torture, an offensive and derogatory word and just fucking orihime. I don't own bleach, just Gigi, drud, sugo and amethyst. And kinda Harley. Also, like all my stories, this is un beta'd. So there's bound to be mistakes. Please be merciful and point them out for me.
It was past midnight, the crappy street lights were flickering on and off, and sugo was aggravated to say the least. The damn whore he paid for decided to insult him while he was fucking her, saying how he had a small dick that he didn't know what to do with. Then the bitch kicked him in the nuts after, and stole his wallet. He sighed, back in the day, whore's knew their place.
Now he was walking home because he couldn't pay for a cab, beautiful.
He rounded the corner of his street, passing the trannies as he went, then he felt something. It felt like he was being watched, but when he looked around he didn't see anything. Shrugging his shoulders he walked up to his rundown apartment building and made his way upstairs. As he got to his door he felt it again, eyes watching him. This time when he looked around, he saw it. Three pairs of eyes staring at him. He knew those eyes, they murdered his boss. Angry, he charged the men standing lazily across the hall.
Ichigo raised a brow while shiro grinned and charged too, gin just smiling at the scene. Both knew the psychotic albino needed to let off some steam, and that he was just toying with the wannabe thug. It didn't take shiro long to incapacitate the man, hell, he couldn't even land a swing. After knocking sugo out, shiro riffled through his lockets and found the keys to the apartment and then proceeded to drag him in carelessly, banging him into several surfaces on the way.
Gin giggled at the treatment, he held no sympathy for the man. "Mah, I don' think he'll wake up if ya keep doin' tha' koi."
Shiro paused, then shrugged. He knew his koi was right, but did he care? No. It was ichigo, usually the voice of reason, who slapped the albino upside the head. "We need him conscious shiro, so stop. Can't get answers from an unconscious person, idiot." the albino sulked while rubbing his head, his twin was a spoil sport. After taking the time to carefully and very painfully tie up sugo, ichigo decided it was time for him to wake up. He patted the brunettes face first, when that didn't work he relied on a chemical that szayel put together, it smelled foul enough to wake the dead. He plugged his nose as he popped the cap and waved it under the man's nose. It didn't take long for it to work.
Sugo came awake gagging, trying to discern the smell that smelled like death and mothballs. Once his stomach was more under control he set bleary eyes on the figure squatting in front of him, and begin to panic. The brunette struggled somewhat, trying in vain to get free. "I see that you're awake now and know that you're in deep shit. That's good. Now this is how it's gonna go, we ask you questions, and you answer truthfully. If you lie, and we'll know if you do, either my twin, his boyfriend, or myself will harm you. Do you understand?"
Sugo nodded in understanding, but like hell he'll just give up any information. "What do wanna know?"
Ichigo hummed as he got up, pretending to go over his questions. "Oh, how about this, why did you kidnap our family?" he asked cheerily as he produced a very large hunting knife.
Sugo was a little wary, but it didn't scare him. "I don't know who you're talking about."
Frowning because of the obvious lie, ichigo walked over and slowly, deliberately began to stab the brunette in the abdomen, not hitting anything vital. Now this was very painful, but what was worse, was that the knife was dull. If the knife were sharp, then it would slide in easily without much force, but a dull knife is far more painful. Ichigo had to use more force and pressure, coupled with the fact that the blade simply ripped into the skin instead of cut into it. "Now, why would you lie like that? You made me hurt you. I would rather not hurt you and get this over with, but you're being difficult. Please, answer my question." though ichigo sounded calm and kept a blank face, he was boiling inside.
When Sugo refused ichigo shrugged his shoulders and stepped back, leaving his knife still embedded and allowing gin a chance at him. Said silver haired male merrily skipped over with a few items. He plopped down on the floor and picked up what looked like a thick toothpick. Through groans of pain sugo spoke. "What's that, what're you gonna do?"
Gin ignored his panicked question and slid the toothpick like object just under the man's nail bed. He then proceeded to take out a small hammer, lining it up with the piece of wood. Sticking his tongue out in concentration he spoke with happiness lacing his voice. "Mah, let's hope I don' miss." with that said he gave a strong tap, pushing it in and separating sugo's nail from his finger slightly. At the scream of pain he giggled. "Oooh, I think I hurt 'em. Now, ya gonna answer tha soulless ginger, or do ya want me ta finish yer manicure?"
Shiro cackled in glee, loving the pained expression he was seeing. "God I hope ya don'. What's a few nails gone 'ere and there? Keep yer mouth shut!" shiro knew they needed him to talk, but like fuck if he wasn't gonna goad the idiot into keeping silent, that meant more entertainment for him. When said idiot listened to him he grinned, watching his koi finish putting wood splinters under each nail. God he was hard. Right before gin was about to pull, not rip, but slowly pull each individual nail out shiro whinned. "Koi, let me do it. I only got to fight 'im a lil."
Gin tried to look away from the puppy demon eyes being sent his way, but he was no match for them and relented, handing over the pliers. Shiro whooped as he straddled sugo's arm and began to yank out his nails, too impatient to do it slow. Once he was done he decided to break a finger or two for the hell of it.
Sugo cracked after that, since he wasn't high enough on the ladder in his old gang, he wasn't accustomed to torture. "Please, I'll tell you what you want, just stop!"
While ichigo was satisfied that this would be over soon, his companions didn't see it his way. Both shiro and gin were pouting. "Alright. Why?"
"Revenge."
"I find it hard to believe that you kidnapped two adults and a baby, knowing who they were, just for jin kariya." ichigo stated matter of factly, he knew it was more than that. "Why not just kill them? Who helped you?"
Sugo sobbed as shiro broke another finger, stating that he took too long. "I wanted too, but they said what we did was better for them. That if I did what I wanted, you'd be on my ass when I finished."
"Who was it?" he was getting angrier.
Another finger. "I don't know. I never knew their name, they just called me outta the blue."
"What did they look like?"
Snap! "Aaahhhh, brown eyes! Orange!"
Everyone froze as it sunk in, the only other person other than ichigo with those features was...oh they would murder that bitch! Once it settled in, Ichigo began to laugh hysterically, his shoulders shaking with the force. After a while and several concerned glances between gin and shiro, did his laughter die down. The ginger wiped a stray tear from his eye. "Wow, that was a good laugh. I can't believe that bitch was stupid enough to think this would work. I'm gonna fillet her ass!" He was just about to shoot Sugo when gin spoke up.
"Wait a minute ginger spice, we're still missing something. Hey ya lil shit, who'd ya sell 'em to?"
Sugo's head lolled to the side, his blood leaving a nice sized puddle on the floor. He groaned. "Mmm, sold 'em at a auction, don't know." pissed that they were at a dead end, gin pulled shiro out of the way, as ichigo let loose, giving sugo one between the eyes.
Now that they found out who the mastermind was, they needed to end the night with the murder of a princess. Shiro was overjoyed, he'd been wanting to kill her for the longest. They made their way out of the abandoned apartment building and got in the car, gin dialing up aizen. "Suke-kuns phone, his sexy fiancee speaking. How may I please you?"
Gin snickered at an irate aizen, huffing in the background. "We took out tha trash, just gotta kill tha princess and we're done."
"Did you find out who they were sold to?" kisuke asked seriously, they were his hello kitty and Gigi-kins after all.
Gin sighed. "Apparently they were sold at an auction, so tha's a no."
Kisuke groaned. "I was hoping you would know, because I would rather not go to Germany. Lord knows I'll owe her now."
While kisuke kept grumbling to himself, gin tried to figure out who this 'her' was. He doesn't know, which frustrates him, but he can give two fucks about kisuke owing her, as long as he gets his gi-koi and baby. "Suck it up. If they can help, we need it. Do what ya gotta do, and we'll meet ya later." he hung up on a complaining kisuke and got ready, this was going to be satisfying as fuck.
Orihime was in bliss. It had been six years, six whole years of no grimmjow, his abomination of a child, or his freak of a sister. She had been slowly cozying up to ichigo, playing the concerned friend. It was good that the freak or ulquiorra never told ichigo what happened at that cafe, or she would've been at square one. And she was smart enough to never approach her darling ichigo when his twin was around. Especially after he scared the shit out of her. The psycho pretended to mug her one day and laughed at her fear, threatening her to stay away from his 'ichi-bitch'.
So she waited. And it paid off.
Now she was getting dressed in the most skankiest and revealing outfit she could find. She had a date tonight. She still couldn't believe ichigo, her ichigo, had called her and asked her out.
She smiled as she pulled the top of her dress down more, showing basically her nipples to the world. Nodding at her appearance she left her home and began to walk to the hotel ichigo had booked. She made it after a few minutes and walked over to the receptionist. When she saw that the blonde wasn't paying attention she rudely interrupted. "Excuse me, I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend here."
The blonde, whose name tag stated 'harley', looked at her with a bored expression. When the receptionist recognized orihime she smiled sweetly. "Oh! I'm sorry miss, how rude of me. Would you mind telling me who you're waiting for, so I can find them?"
Orihime turned her nose up. "I'm waiting for ichigo kurosaki."
Harley looked through the registry and made a sound of triumph. "Here we are. Mister kurosaki gave me a number to contact him by when you arrived. I'll call him now." the blonde dialed as she gave a disgusted look to a distracted orihime. After a few rings ichigo finally picked up. "Ah, yes mister Kurosaki, she's here. The room? I'll show her myself. No, it's my pleasure, I insist. Mmhm, yes. We'll be seeing you in a few sir, goodbye."
Orihime gave the blonde an impatient look as she just smiled. "Any day now."
"Yes, yes, let's go. Please follow me." they made their way to the elevator and proceeded to the top floor, the penthouse suite. At that orihime raised an eyebrow, obviously ichigo paid a lot to make this night special. Once they made it to the door, Harley politely opened it and followed the busty woman in. But before orihime made it past the front door she felt a pain in her neck.
Falling to the floor with a thump, she only heard the faint, cold voice of the blonde before she passed out. "You shouldn't have fucked with gigi, you never know who her friends are bitch. I hope you enjoy your fun, I know they will."
Yes, her night was definitely going to be special.
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