Dirty Cop

Chapter 4

Being blindfolded (again), handcuffed, gagged, and pinned between two hard bodies, in what I can only assume is a moving van, is not my idea of fun.

Some sickos would probably disagree because they're into this kinda shit, but not me.

Nope.

Especially since one of the 'hard bodies' pressing into my side is none other than Grimmjow: my new found crush and mortal enemy.

And I can tell it's him because of the spicy scent and the none-too-subtle groping of my ass.

I swear to lucifer, the moment I get out of this, I'm going to beat him senseless and let a rabid dog feast upon his danglers [1].

I stiffened when I felt the cloth gag being pulled away from my lips, only to fall around my neck, and then I felt my whole body twitch when a warm breath ghosted across my cheek. It somehow smelt of burning metal.

"You know… ya look really familiar… wah's yer name?" An unknown (yet somewhat familiar) voice sounded from my left. It wasn't Grimmjow, and I really hoped it wasn't Nnoitra. If that guy were to recognize me, then it would only make this horrible situation even worse.

So… I kept my mouth shut.

That's the safest thing to do, right?

Wrong.

Extremely long and cold fingers wrapped around my throat, instantly blocking my only way of breathing. I instinctively tried to gulp in air, but that only made my throat burn.

"You should fuckin' answer when spoken to, kid." The voice snarled, fingers tightening ruthlessly.

"Hands off, Nnoitra." I heard Grimmjow bark and the cold fingers were pushed away from my throat, allowing me to swallow some air.

"The fuck is yer problem? I jus' asked what his damn name was… The lil' fucker's bein' stubborn…" My attacker grumbled while shifting away—or as far away as the cramped vehicle would allow.

I heard Grimmjow chuckle at that—probably remembering how I wouldn't give my name to him either, even when he had a gun to my dick. I inconspicuously kicked him in the shin, and it was satisfying to hear the small, pained whimper for my efforts.

It was silent after that, and as we rode, I couldn't help but curse my blindfold. It made me nervous not knowing where we were.

Well… I guess that would make anyone nervous…

Okay so maybe I wasn't nervous. I was downright panicking! On the inside though—I wasn't about to have another breakdown in front of someone else for a very long time.

The only thing I could pick up on, with me being blindfolded and all, was the fact that there must've been a helluva lot of traffic, because, more than once, the driver would suddenly stop. I almost went flying each time.

"'Ey, Yammy! Take it easy on the breaks would ya!" I heard Nnoitra yell, his voice practically a growl.

A deeper voice, who I'm assuming is 'Yammy', replied, "Would you like ta fuckin' drive! I'd be more than happy ta let your lanky ass take us through this fuckin' traffic!"

I chuckled softly at that, which earned me a whack to the forehead from said 'lanky ass'.

"Would you two calm down? You're starting to give me a migraine…" A feminine voice sighed. That must've been the really attractive blonde, because I don't recall seeing any other females.

Well I guess it could be that pink-haired guy too… I could imagine him with a very feminine voice…

"I agree. Nnoitra, learn to control yourself, or at least have the decency to be patient, you Neanderthal." I could recognize that voice anywhere. That's the emotionless dick who shot Byakuya.

But I've gotta say… the guy sure has a way with words—when he actually spoke.

With that said, it was pretty silent for a good ten minutes.

Until—

"What the fuck is a Neanderthal?"

I couldn't help it—I just had to laugh at that!

Just as I felt Nnoitra's hands around my throat again, the van came to an extremely jerky stop, making us both fall to the floor.

Some people would find it weird that I'm still laughing my ass off when I was just about to have a nervous breakdown a few seconds ago—and, on top of that, I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, and surrounded by a bunch of criminals in an unknown place.

But I find it perfectly normal.

A couple of sighs and chuckles could be heard once I finally calmed down, but Nnoitra's quiet snarl is what got me all nervous again. I knew he was doing it too because my cheek was pressed uncomfortably against his boney chest, and it was vibrating from the snarl.

"C'mon, let's go." Nnoitra snapped, snatching my arm up and practically flinging me out of the van. I stumbled a bit as my feet scrambled on the rocky ground, but I managed to not fall on my face. The rocks sort of felt like the gravel you find in parking-lots to much larger houses.

So… We weren't in the city anymore, if the gravel and scent or freshly-cut grass was anything to go by.

My mind circled around that for a second as Nnoitra pulled me along roughly, practically ripping my shirt. I could tell when we made it into the house by the sound of heavy doors closing behind all of us.

I was pushed forward a little, but I was expecting it this time, so I didn't trip. I was still a little grateful though when Grimmjow put a hand on my shoulder to steady me. I recognized it was him by that damned scent again.

I blinked when the blindfold was snatched from my head and I quickly looked around.

The place was fucking huge! The ceiling was about two stories above my head, and a chandelier hung nicely from it. To my right was a spiraling, marble staircase and to my left was what looked like a rather capacious ballroom. This place must've been a good five floors.

My wandering eyes came to a halt when I saw a certain smiling brunette walking towards us.

"You." I growled at him, making his chestnut colored eyes turn towards me. His smile faltered and he quietly twisted on his heels so he could tower over me. His face was calm, but at this distance I could clearly see the slight frown on his lips.

"Hello." He said after a while, fake smile back on his face. "I'm glad to see that you're… unharmed." I saw him glance at my neck, and that made me remember how Nnoitra's hand had been crushing it, and Grimmjow's teeth had been there not too long ago. Shit. They must've left a pretty big bruise there.

Fuck you guys.

I growled and bared my teeth at the man standing before me.

"Yea, no thanks to you." I snapped, my auburn eyes trying to burn holes through his face. I know it was childish to blame everything on him, but I really just wanted to get on his nerves. I wanted to find some way to get under this man's skin.

Aizen raised a brow and his smile turned condescending.

"Now why would you say something like that," He replied smoothly, "I was only doing as I was instructed."

My eyes went wide at that and I stumbled away from him, only to run into Grimmjow's hard chest.

"What…? But…" I paused and looked down in thought.

What could he mean by that?

"Aah…" He sighed in fake realization. (The bastard was fucking messing with me.) "Are you under the impression that I'm the one behind all this?" He chuckled at my enraged expression. "Have they really thought that I've been in charge for these past five years? I guess I overestimated the police."

I looked away from him, my teeth grinding together harshly as I tried not to shout at him. He was just trying to get me riled up, and it wasn't going to work!

But the asshole was still running his mouth.

"But I guess I should've realized that their intelligence was rather limited. Why else would Byakuya and those other two rush into that bank when they knew how dangerous it was? Only moronic people would do that."

My overflowing anger finally burst like a fucking volcano.

I quickly charged forward and I was about to headbutt him right in the throat (because my hands were still handcuffed), but Grimmjow stopped me before I could reach him. He pinned me to him and held on. I felt him whispering something in my ear, but my brain wasn't functioning enough to listen. My emotions were getting the better of me.

"Byakuya is one of bravest men I've ever had the privilege to meet, you conceited, pompous, son of a bitch!" I was panting with my effort to control my rage, but when I looked at his bored expression… I belatedly realized that my anger was, quite literally, uncontrollable. "You on the other hand though… You're just a fucking coward!" I snarled. All of my hate for the man was crammed into that last word, and I guess I made a good call, because his face was now twisted into an expression of dislike—or should I say disdain, or maybe even contempt.

The slap to my cheek was totally worth that one look.

It was proof that I had actually gotten under his skin. I hate to admit that I'm proud that I did. I smirked at him triumphantly, which seemed to ruffle his feathers even more, because he looked like he was about to backhand me again.

Man, it was fun messing with this narcissistic asshole.

"Grimmjow, take Mr. Kurosaki upstairs. The boss is eager to see him." The brunette instructed before storming away.

"…Kurosaki?"

Grimmjow and I looked over at Nnoitra, whose eye was narrowed dangerously and he was looking at me as if I were chopped liver.

Oh so now he recognizes me?

Grimmjow must've noticed my frightened look because he quickly started dragging me up the stairs and away from Nnoitra, who kept glaring at me.

Once we were about halfway up the long stairwell, he finally asked.

"What was tha' about?"

I looked over at him and sighed.

"I was the one who blew his eye off." I admitted sullenly, thinking that he might be angry at me for hurting his buddy, but I was shocked when he started laughing instead.

"Man! Tha's too funny." He chuckled.

I swear… there's something wrong with him…

Why do I have to be attracted to really strange guys?

I mean seriously!

First it was my old buddy Chad, who rarely spoke. I mean, yea, he was a great guy, and I could always depend on him, but he was just too quiet. Then it was Renji, who I'm still kinda attracted to by-the-way. Next it was Shirosaki, and there are many things wrong with him. Now it's this jerkface.

But I can't really bring myself to care at the moment, especially now that we've stopped at these huge, ominous double-doors.

Grimmjow slowly raised a hand and slammed the side of his fist against one of the doors.

There was a pause before a muffled voice came from inside. "Come in," it said.

Grimmjow gave me a small, sympathetic look before he opened the door and pushed me inside. I looked back at him with wide eyes and I could only watch as he closed the door reluctantly. I felt like I was being thrown into shark infested water without any sort of protection or floatation device. I mean… even one of those stupid foam noodles would've been nice.

"Heya Ichi-baby, it's 'bout time ya got 'ere."

That nickname… that voice… that annoying accent…

It can't be.

I quickly jumped around and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor at who I saw.

My partner. My. Fucking. Partner. was sitting behind a desk, leaning back in his chair as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world. His pale lips were pulled back into a smirk and his golden eyes were narrowed into near slits.

"Shiro…?"

I gulped nervously when his smirk widened, practically splitting his face in half.

"The one and only, Ichi."

My chest felt very tight all of a sudden, and it was getting hard to breathe, as if reality had just literally punched me in the gut.

All this time…

This whole fucking time…

"I wish I coulda brought ya here sooner, Ichi… but things got really busy and th—" He was beginning to rant and I didn't think he would hear me when I mumbled something, but he immediately stopped and gave me this look that said 'what'd you say?'.

"I… trusted you…" I repeated, my voice still low—almost a whisper.

To my surprise, he actually laughed when I said that.

Laughed!

I couldn't stand to look at his smirking face, so I let my eyes drop to my scuffed shoes instead. That was a bad decision on my part, because, while I was distracted by my shoes, I didn't notice that Shirosaki had gotten up and was walking towards me until he was directly in front of me.

I still refused to look up though.

Instead, I began comparing my old, dirtied shoes to his shiny, recently polished ones.

I couldn't possibly look up at him. If I did, I just knew that I would wind up crying…

And didn't I just promise myself that I wouldn't breakdown in front of anyone again!

"Ichi… When 'ave I given ya a reason not ta trust me?" He asked smoothly, his voice void of laughter this time. I could just imagine him with his 'serious face' right now.

I fought back the urge to smash my knee into his stomach when he stepped just a little closer towards me.

"Now that I know you've been the bad guy all along… I see you in a very different light. I now see that everything you've said… everything you've done… was all bullshit!" My body hunched forward as I yelled and I had to squeeze my eyelids shut to hold back the damned tears. "I would've gone through hell and back for you because you were my fucking partner! I trusted you with my life! I would've done anything for you! You were one of the only people I could actually trust!" He stayed silent through my loud tirade and he let me continue, so I could let everything out. "Fuck you! I can't believe I'd ever protected a criminal! I can't believe I've actually touched the man who's been pulling the strings to every fucking crime!"

I felt so betrayed. So humiliated.

Once my breathing started to slow, he finally spoke.

"Not everythin' I did was bullshit…" He paused as I shifted away from him in disbelief, while still avoiding any eye contact. "Do you remember tha' one time you had ta go undercover as a 'male escort' and tha' huge guy had ya pinned to a wall?" I flinched as I recalled how 'huge' that guy really was. His muscles had been enormous, and the scar on his eye made him look that much more intimidating. "Remember how scared ya were when he had you bent ova an' he was about ta take yer clothes off." I winced as the memories washed over me like a giant flood.

I was panting again.

I blinked as Shirosaki started walking forward and I stumbled backwards to try and avoid him, but eventually I was cornered. I knew it was inevitable, but it still scared me when I felt his breath on my neck. "Ichi…" I shivered. "Who was it tha' saved ya? Who was it tha' shot his ass and protected ya."

I refused to reply to that because the answer was glaringly obvious.

He frowned as he pressed his face against my throat.

"That wasn't bullshit, Ichi. I really did want ta protect ya… Yer safety was all that I was thinkin' 'bout when I shot 'im." His frown deepened when I remained silent. "Do ya also rememba that time when we were right in the middle o' tha' gang war?" I bit my bottom lip as more memories swam before my watering eyes. "You were standin' there, fighting like ya were born ta fight. You looked so amazin'—it was hard ta look away from ya." He whispered the last part against my cheek, and I shifted slightly when I felt his hands grip my sides. "But then tha' one asshole pulled out a knife." His hold on me tightened slightly, but I didn't really notice. I was too busy remembering exactly what he was talking about. "You were frozen there, and he was chargin' at ya with tha' knife…" Shirosaki moved his face so that his pale lips were against my forehead. "Do you think tha' our trust was bullshit when I ran between you two," His voice was gradually getting louder, "When his knife stabbed and ripped inta me instead!"

My throat closed up as I finally looked up, straight in to his eyes. It was like a dam broke and the tears just started pouring down.

Shirosaki wasn't finished though.

He moved back so that he could lift up his shirt.

I could clearly see the scar from that day. It wasn't very long, but I knew that it ran deep. I remember when we would nap together in the cruiser (don't ask how we were able to fit in there like that) I would usually trace the scarred skin soothingly until he'd fall asleep.

Shirosaki lifted his shirt even more, and my eyes automatically locked on to every other scar that I knew was there. Each one had been created for my benefit… because he protected me.

I had my own set of scars because of him, but there weren't nearly as many, and knowing that just brought forth more tears. They were running down my cheeks and trailing along my jawline to the tip of my chin.

"Shhh…" Shiro crooned soothingly and he gently pulled me forward until my damp face was buried against his shoulder. "I know it's a lot ta take in right now… but I'm gonna take care o' ya, al right?" I couldn't really hear what he was saying through my own sobs, but just hearing his voice soothed me… somewhat.

"I still… Don't know if I should trust you…" I grumbled stubbornly. I both felt and heard him sigh at my doggedness.

"What can I do to prove tha' you can trust me?" He asked as he leaned forward so that I was pressed against the wall and his body was flush against mine. This position would've been a little more comfortable if it weren't for my hands being cuffed behind my back.

Since my brain still wasn't functioning properly, the next thing I said didn't have a chance to filter through my head first.

"Leave Grimmjow and Neliel alone."

Me and my big fucking mouth.

Shirosaki leaned back and gave me a strange look, but then it slowly morphed into realization.

"He musta told you his lil'… situation. That's a surprise… since he rarely talks 'bout his sister…" He mumbled to himself, and I was about ready to kick him so he'd answer me, but I stopped when he finally looked up. "Okay… I'll let Grimmjow go, an' I'll leave Nel alone… but only if ya continue bein' my partner."

His huge, shit-eating grin told me that terrible things were going to happen.

[1] – This line was taken from the show 'Friends'. It was said by the character Phoebe Buffet, who's played by Lisa Kudrow.