Ichigo glared at the hood of the trunk, beating against it, yelling at the people to let them out. Why the hell did they do this? He was just standing outside, hearing that bald bastard say something about blowing someone's brains out. Of course, he didn't finish his sentence, but that's what it sounded like.
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"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
His head hit the side, letting him know that they were turning. Shit! That hurt! Where were they going? He continued to hit the hood, yelling for help and cursing at the men that took him and shoved him into a trunk. All three men in the car frowned, hearing the kid hit and yell. Ichigo wasn't going to give up!
He was going to yell until his voice became hoarse.
He slid to the side, once again the car turning to a side. It was hard to tell if they went left or right, because he wasn't in the goddamn front! He turned his head, noticing they were starting to slow down. Oh, god. What was going to happen? He waited, his eyes flicking to the sides, waiting for anything to happen. Please, god. Protect him from harm.
He held his hands together in front of his chest, eyes closed tightly, praying.
When the car stopped, he was sure his heart exploded. He heard several noises before everything was quiet. The trunk hood popped open, making the Strawberry snap his head to the side. Slowly, and hesitantly, he pushed it open and looked around. Getting out of the trunk, he glanced inside the car to see no one.
He was in a room.
From what he could see, it looked like a garage. He turned his head back and forth, wondering where he was. He didn't even know what time it was. He frowned and looked at his wrist. He knew he should of brought his watch. He continued to creep around, trying to find a switch to open the garage door. He glanced at the door near the opening, scowling. Walking over to it, he frowned when it wouldn't open.
Shit!
"Hey!"
Ichigo jumped, grabbing his chest, eyes wide, feeling as though his heart just stopped. He turned, seeing that bald bastard glaring at him from the door. He expected to be shot down right away, only to furrow his eyebrows when the man motioned him to follow.
He stayed there for several seconds.
Huh?
What to do, Ichigo? Run out there and call for help, or go out there calmly and walk after the man. Hmm? Tough decision. So, choosing the much safer decision, he walked after the man, hoping they weren't the Yakuza. He blinked, widening his eyes as his jaw fell. They were at an expensive hotel. Shit! What the hell was it called? Whatever it was, he knew nobody that could get a room there!
Well, there is Byakuya.
But he doesn't like him.
He swallowed hard, hoping, hoping, not to get killed. But this could all be just a prank, right? He nodded. It had to be. Yet, he didn't recognize any of these men. Were they hired? Dammit! He felt like grabbing his hair and pulling as hard as he could to wake up from this dream! Standing in the elevator, he frowned, looking up.
"Pinch me." Ichigo said, hoping this was all just a dream.
He jumped when the bald bastard pinched his arm. He stared at the man with disbelief on his face, wondering why the hell he did that, rubbing his arm.
"Ya said ta pinch ya." Ikkaku said, shrugging.
"I was kidding." Ichigo grit out between clenched teeth, glaring at the man.
He scowled and looked ahead, glaring at the door. What a night. He was having the time of his life when a couple of bastards grabbed him and put him into their trunk. He struggled of course, he wasn't no pushover. When the elevator doors opened, Ichigo walked out, swallowing hard, sweating bullets. He walked down the hallway, only to yelp when he was tugged to walk the other way. He fixed his shirt and glared at the bald man, walking down the correct way. He kept walking, only to stumble when Ikkaku grabbed his sleeve to stop him, turning his head and glaring at him.
"You don't have to manhandle me! You can just tell me to stop!" Ichigo yelled, glaring at the man.
Ikkaku rolled his eyes and swiped his card on the door. Manhandle? Who the hell says manhandle nowadays? He opened the door, motioning the kid to walk in. Ichigo scowled and stomped inside.
"Ah, is the boy here?"
"Yeah!" Ikkaku yelled, scowling, sitting down on a chair.
Ichigo had to take several steps back when someone suddenly stood in front of him with a bright smile. Who the hell-? Yumichika immediately grabbed Ichigo's chin and turned his head to the sides, looking at his face.
Ichigo backed away, rubbing his chin, giving the man a baffled expression.
"Who are you and why the hell am I here!" Ichigo yelled, wanting to get right down to business.
"Such a beautiful face, yet such an ugly temper." Yumichika said with a shake of his head.
Ichigo scowled and glared at the man, wondering who he was.
This guy had no right to talk to him like this! He opened his mouth to yell at his guy, when a shadow covered. A large one. Swallowing hard, he slowly turned around, widening his eyes with horror when he saw that tall guy.
He was taller up close.
And he was... wearing a suit now?
Ichigo couldn't help but look him over. Nice. Very nice. He shook his head, snapping himself out of it, glaring at the tall man.
"Who the hell are you and why did you stuff me into a truck?" Ichigo shouted as he clenched his hands, eyebrows pulled together in a usual scowl. "I could of suffocated!"
"Drama queen." Ikkaku murmured with a roll of his eyes.
"SHUT UP! I have every damn right to be yelling!"
"Calm down."
Ichigo shivered when he heard the gruff voice of the man, turning around and glaring at him, arms folded over his chest. If all this was a joke, he was going to kill whoever was behind it. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
"Where am I?" Ichigo asked, scowling. "And I better get an answer!"
Kid had spunk.
"You're at the Karakura hotel."
"Wait... The Karakura hotel? The expensive hotel?"
Kenpachi grunted, the redhead taking that as a yes, and gaped. These guys were rich enough to rent a room at the hotel? He shook his head roughly. Concentrate, Ichigo!
"Then let me go!"
"Nah, we can't do that yet." Ikkaku said, standing up.
Ichigo scowled and turned around, glaring at the bald man, opening his mouth to ask why the hell not, when he was forced to sit in a chair, widening his eyes and looking up. The tall man took something out of his suit, making Ichigo pale and widen his eyes to the size of dinner plates.
It was a gun.
It was a fucking gun.
HOLY SHIT!
Ichigo tried to become one with the chair.
"So, tell me kid, what did ya hear?" Kenpachi asked, the gun hanging loosely in his hand.
Ichigo eyed the gun and gulped. "I-I didn't hear anything... I swear, believe me!" He yelled, holding his hands up with a wide nervous grin plastered on his face.
"Hmm, I don't think I do." Kenpachi said, spinning the gun around on his finger, making Ichigo sweat bullets.
"I-I... I only heard that bald guy," Ichigo ignored the man protesting he was bald. "say that you guys were... going to... blow someone's brains out." He said, his voice very high at the moment, scared. "But that's it!"
"An' what did ya think he meant by that?" Kenpachi asked with a smirk, seeing that the kid was very scared at the moment.
"Um... I don't know." Ichigo said, shrugging. "Kill... someone?"
"Yer right."
Ichigo was pretty sure he crapped his pants when he said that.
"But here's the deal, kid-"
"I'M NOT A KID!" Ichigo yelled, getting tired of this tall... bastard calling him a kid. "I'm twenty-one, just so you know!"
All three men raised their eyebrows and gave the Strawberry a look. He was actually twenty-one? He looked like he was in his teens. Kenpachi mentally smirked. Is that so?
"Other than that, here's the deal... yer gonna have ta keep whatever this idiot said a secret. Can ya do that?" Kenpachi asked, raising an eyebrow, seeing the Strawberry frown.
"Why should I?" Ichigo asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"Otherwise... we're gonna have to kill ya."
"My lips are sealed shut!" Ichigo yelled, putting his index finger and thumb together and running them over his lips, making it seem like he was zipping his mouth shut.
"Good. Ya gonna cooperate?"
"...As in?"
"Ya work fer me."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
"You mean you want me to kill peopl-"
"Nah, ya dumb idiot! He means clean after his shit an' stuff." Ikkaku said, standing next to the tall man, glaring at the orange haired man.
"Oh, thank god." Ichigo said, letting out a deep breath. "Because if I did have to kill people, my mom would give a fit."
"Ya want ta kill peopl-"
"NO!"
Ichigi held his hands up, shaking his head widely. The thought of him being a wanted criminal didn't sound that great to him. He stared at the fruity man when he heard him clear his throat.
"May I ask your name?" Yumichika asked.
"What're your guys' names first?" Ichigo asked, scowling.
"I am Yumichika Ayesagawa, that gruel man over there is Ikkaku Madarame, and that tall man there is Kenpachi Zaraki."
"Oh... my name is Ichigo Kurosaki."
Ikkaku started laughing, making Ichigo frown.
"Ya have a cute name fer a bitchy attitude!"
"My name stands for Number One Guardian!" Ichigo yelled, standing up, glaring at the bald man, who he was considering on attacking. "What the hell does your name stand for? Bastard?"
Ikkaku frowned and stood up, reaching into his back pocket. Ichigo widened his eyes when he saw it was a gun. The other two weren't doing anything to stop him! When he pulled the trigger, Ichigo had to fall back and faint.
Water came from the pistol.
"Heh, guy's a wimp." Ikkaku said, holding the gun and rubbing it against his head.
"Well, he did think you were holding a real gun. It's understandable." Yumichika said, sitting in a chair.
"So... we know where he lives?" Ikkaku asked, raising an eyebrow, turning his head and staring at the tall man.
"No clue."
"What're we gonna do with him then?" Ikkaku asked, nudging the unconscious man with his foot.
Kenpachi frowned. "Yumichika, put him in yer room."
"What! Why?"
"Fine then! Put him on my bed." Kenpachi ordered, glaring at the two.
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Ah, it felt like Ichigo was in heaven. His sheets were more soft than normal and he felt so warm. He had a dream he was kidnapped and was being asked if he would keep that whole ordeal a secret. He snuggled against something, furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed it was warm. Wondering what that was, he opened his eyes slowly.
He was quiet.
He slowly looked up.
One eye stared down at him.
He widened his eyes.
He screamed and jumped out of bed, falling onto the carpet floor.
"What the hell're ya doin'?" Kenpachi asked, frowning down at the scared man.
"W-WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?" Ichigo yelled, standing up, glaring at the black haired man.
"...This isn't yer bed." Kenpachi said with a roll of his eyes.
Didn't the kid look around the room yet?
Ichigo looked around the large room. Yeah, the bed wasn't his, nor was the room. He widened his eyes. Everything that happened yesterday wasn't a dream. Which meant that this guy had a gun near him. Which meant that he now had to work for the man. Which meant he left Rukia at the night club!
"College!" Ichigo yelled, running around the room, trying to look for his shoes.
The tall man just stared at him, wondering why he wasn't freaking out... that he could kill him if he wanted to and yet was worried about college. Ichigo, finding his shoes, put them on, only to notice... he was in his underwear.
His face turned bright red.
He slowly turned and glared at the man.
"Where are my clothes?" Ichigo asked, grabbing the blanket on the bed, and pulling it off the man and covering himself.
This kid really had no fear, did he?
"Bathroom." Kenpachi said, standing up, stretching.
Ichigo looked down and widened his eyes. This guy was in his boxers! His eyes trailed down his legs before shaking his head and muttering a thanks before walking to the bathroom, with the blanket. This guy was going to kill someone today. This guy was going to kill someone today. This guy was going to kill someone today.
THIS GUY WAS GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!
Ichigo dressed as quickly as he could, practically running out of the bathroom. He went to open the door, when the hand that belonged to the tall man slammed it shut. Ichigo froze and turned his head slightly to stare at the man, wondering why he wasn't dressed yet!
"What's yer number?" Kenpachi asked, frowning deeply.
Ichigo blinked.
"...Huh?"
Was he asking for a date or something?
"I need yer number so I can call ya and tell ya to clean somethin' up."
Oh.
Ichigo grabbed the notepad near the door and grabbed a pen, scribbling his name and number down, and giving it to the large man. Kenpachi grabbed it and moved away from the door, walking away and rubbing the back of his neck. Ichigo went to open the door before pausing.
"What time is it... um, sir?" Ichigo asked, having no clue what to call the man.
Kenpachi frowned and glanced at the clock near the bed. "Around two in the afternoon."
Ichigo's grip on the door tightened.
"I missed college... again." Ichigo muttered, slapping a hand to his face.
Oh, well.
He jumped when he heard a knock on the door, opening it to see that bald guy and the fruity guy. Ikkaku frowned when he saw the Strawberry and Yumichika smiled.
"I see you are still here." Yumichika commented, walking into the room, the bald man right behind him.
"The bed was... comfortable." Ichigo said, closing the door, seeing no use to go out now that the college was almost over. "What are you guys doing now... or do I want to know?"
"We're getting ready to kill this-"
"Okay! I don't want to know who you're going to kill!" Ichigo whispered harshly, a frown on his face. "And what do you mean by ready? Are just the three of you going... to kill this guy?" He asked, very curious as to what these people were going to do.
"No, we need help. We jus' hafta phone a few guys and tell them ta get ready." Ikkaku said with a nod, walking towards a phone.
"Tell them to get rid of it." Yumichika said, sitting down on a chair, one leg propped over the other. "I don't want to get my hands dirty."
"Strawberry,"
Ichigo immediately frowned and snapped his head to whoever the hell called him that, looking up to see that it was the tall guy. Shit. This guy was calling him Strawberry? Why? Why couldn't he just call him by his name? He scowled and stared at the man, raising an eyebrow.
"Yer gonna help them." Kenpachi said, his eye narrowed, arms folded over his chest.
"...What do you mean by help?" Ichigo asked, a frown on his face, hoping this guy wasn't talking about 'Bang! Bang!'.
"Ya hafta clean the mess."
Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Clean the mess? What mess? He looked around the hotel room, seeing no mess, except for the blankets. But house keeping did that. So, the only thing he could mean was...
He paled.
"You mean... after," Ichigo held his hand to his head, his hand in the shape of a gun, making it look like he shot his own head.
Kenpachi nodded.
Ichigo widened his eyes and paled.
Shit.
This was probably the worse job... ever.
He should have never went with Rukia to the night club. He blinked. Oh, shit! Rukia!
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