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Edit: 30/07/2023
Monopoly
Three Years Ago
Everyone sat in the board room whispering among themselves about the new rising CEO in Tokyo.
"I heard that she's young… I mean really young…"
"Well, I heard that she's an orphan and gained a fortune from her deceased parents…"
"What? I heard she didn't have parents, and if she did, they were dirt poor…"
"Where did she come from?"
"Wait shh, she's coming…"
The door opened revealing a young beauty wearing an all-black pants suit with black stilettos and portfolios in hand, being followed by another young lady. They made their way to the front of the boardroom.
She smiled. "Good afternoon gentlemen," she said. She placed her portfolios on the table and made eye contact with every man that sat at the board desk. They were too speechless to reply.
"My name is Orihime Inoue, and I am the owner of Sweet Treaties Industry. My company is a groundbreaking cosmetic collection that helps all young women feel beautiful. My plans are in these portfolios including more information about my company." She handed them to the young lady next to her. "Pass these out Momo."
She then continued. "I have made budget plans and also donations that each of your companies will be donating to make my company launch a new project that should hit the selves before the next three months. That being said please, discuss among yourselves how I as a new entrepreneur can help your company rise to success just as my own." She sat down in the chair and leaned closer to the desk. "Any questions?"
The men were still speechless.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, a gentleman cleared his throat and spoke.
"Excuse me Ms. Inoue but-"
"Please introduce yourself," she interrupted.
He coughed and continued. "My name is Shunsui Kyoraku, I am the creator of Cherry Blossoms Inc. I make women's clothing and shoes. Now I'm slightly concerned that in these documents you already have the estimated amount for our donations that we should give you. But that is not how it works. After you give us a proposition about the amount you might need, we discuss it and have a unanimous agreement."
"Why would I want to put you through that? I just skipped that step for you and estimated it for you. Besides if you had discussed it among yourselves who's to say that you won't try to lower the real amount because I'm a woman and I am young? "
"I have you know young lady that we would not do such absurd things despite you being a woman," said a man with a weird-shaped hat and a long purple scarf around his neck.
"Hmm, you must be Mayuri Kurotsuchi CEO of Kurotsuchi Fragrances, am I right?"
"Yes, you are right, and I am a researcher of my products."
Orihime tapped her finger against her chin. "Yes, a researcher on the side of being a CEO. Now that being said, why I said that you would lower my donations is because the missing amount that is supposed to go to me happens to disappear into your account for research… correct?"
"Don't try-"
Orihime raised her hand cutting off Mayuri.
"Save it. I already did my own research. I read and studied every bit of your accounts for each of your companies. How much have you made in the past 5 years and how much do you receive in donations."
"That is illegal!" yelled a man in the far back of the boardroom.
"What you all do on the side is illegal, but you don't see me pointing fingers and exposing your side projects. I just want what's mine and I'll be out of your hair for good. Is that too much to ask?"
She started to twirl her hair. The group of men started shouting and bickering among themselves trying to understand the position that they are in.
"I can't believe this bullshit! I was being careful…"
"I can't afford to go to jail now…"
"This is why women should NOT be in charge!"
"Just give that bitch what she wants…"
"Hell no! Who's to say that she won't blackmail us for more money?"
"This IS blackmail!"
"I'm calling my lawyer…"
"For what! To help you get out of your heroine-selling business! SHE HAS PROOF DAMNIT!"
"Gentlemen!" Orihime stood up placing one of her hands on her hip. "Please don't revert to name-calling. I also don't care about your side business. You can continue it all you want but let me get my donations so I can be on my way. I don't want anything more or nothing less."
"Disgusting. No manners!"
"This is an insult to everything that I have built..."
"I don't see anything wrong with giving her the donations. It's only fair, right gentlemen?" asked a smooth voice. The men turned to the man that spoke. He stood up and walked towards Orihime. "Ms. Inoue, I will say that you are a strong woman and demanding," he smiled. "My name is Sōsuke Aizen." He stood in front of Orihime. He took her hand and kissed the back of it.
She gazed at him, but quickly took back her hand.
"Hello and I know who you are," she said.
"Gentlemen, what do you say? I mean she's not really asking for that much of a large amount of money. And she's not asking to be a part of your side business, just the original donations. There shouldn't be any arguing about something so feeble."
The men started whispering and biting their tongues.
"Fine…"
"He's right…"
"Damn, insolent woman…"
"I'll donate…"
Sōsuke smiled. "Very well then Ms. Inoue. I think we all have come to an agreement."
She smiled and placed her hands on the table.
"I will like the money in my account by the end of this week. This meeting is now adjourned. You gentlemen, have a nice day. Momo let's go." The men started grumbling.
"Ma'am," she bowed at the men in the room and quickly followed her boss. But she was stopped by Sōsuke.
"Momo, is it?"
She blushed, "Yes sir."
"Sweet Treaties Industry, is it?"
"Yes sir."
"Tell her I'll be in contact with her."
"Yes sir."
"That will be all." He smiled and made his way back to his chair. Momo bowed once more and left the boardroom.
Sosuke sat down and placed his face in the palm of his hand. "Tosen, I want you to find out more about that young lady. She's special and she doesn't even know it." He said, still smiling.
"Very well sir."
Present
Ichigo woke up to the sounds of an annoying beeping sound. Slowly opening his eyes, he quickly closed them from the bright lights that blinded him.
'Why is it so bright,' he asked himself. He tried to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He hissed.
"Ichigo?"
He snapped his eyes open when he heard the voice. "Orihime…?" he turned towards the voice.
"…no. It's Rukia." Ichigo blinked a couple of times to get a better look. Finally able to focus he saw the petite woman standing over him.
"Wha… what are you doing in my house?" He tried to sit up again but the pain made him lay back down.
"You don't remember what happened?" Rukia asked. "You're in the hospital."
"Remember what… hospital?"
"You were stabbed Ichigo," she whispered.
"Stabbed? What, who stabbed me?"
"…you really don't remember?" Ichigo closed his eyes and put his hand to his head. Trying to remember what happened, then he heard the door open.
"Is he awake?" Ichigo opened his eyes to see Renji with a vase of flowers.
He smirked. "Damn, this is a sight I never thought I would see, Renji carrying flowers." Ichigo started to chuckle.
Renji snapped. "Look asshole, at least I'm not in the hospital from being stabbed because I was weak." Ichigo stopped laughing and stared at Renji.
"What did you just say?" Renji stopped smiling when he averted his eyes away from Ichigo's intense ones. Rukia watched Ichigo as he stared at Renji.
"Ichigo?" Rukia tried to break the tension. "You really don't remember getting hurt?" Ichigo turned his gaze towards her. She continued when he said nothing. "Senna and I walked in on you with Ms. Inoue in your office. I really don't know the details after you told me to leave but there was a huge commotion and I found you and Senna on the floor of your office unconscious. You were badly injured from a stab wound and you were losing a lot of blood.
"And when we finally reached the hospital, you kept repeating 'I'm sorry', and 'weak'. What happened in your office?" Rukia waited for a response. Ichigo shifted his eyes to the ceiling in the room.
"Where is Orihime?" he finally asked.
Rukia moved away from his bedside and made her way toward the other flowers in his room that he had just noticed.
"We don't know. The detectives are looking for her. She will be under arrest on sight when they find her."
"Under arrest?" Ichigo snapped. "For what?"
"For attempted murder of course!" Rukia turned back towards Ichigo. "She tried to kill you and Senna. Of course, I would understand. She must have been in a jealous rage because of your relationship with Senna. Seeing that you wouldn't leave Senna for her, she finally snapped and went on a rampage." Ichigo blinked. "The detectives believed it was planned because all the surveillance footage was erased, and no one saw her leave the office building. She never returned to her office, says her assistant. She's been on the run for days now."
"Days?" Ichigo asked wide-eyed.
"Yeah, you've been in her for almost two weeks." Ichigo rubbed his temples.
"That's not what happened…"
Rukia leaned her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean? She ran away from the scene."
"No, she didn't. It was-" A knock on the door interrupting Ichigo from talking more.
"Excuse us, Mr. Kurosaki?" Two detectives walked into his hospital room, one male and one female. "We know that you are resting but we would like to ask you a few questions about the incident that happened in your office."
"Okay," he replied.
"Well let me start off, I'm Detective Kisuke Urahara and this is my partner Detective Yoruichi Shihōin. Now can you tell us what happened? From the beginning please."
Ichigo pushed himself up despite the pain.
"Let me first say that Orihime was not the one who stabbed me it was Senna that stabbed me." Rukia gasped. He continued ignoring her. Kisuke pulled out a seat as he took out his small notepad and started writing down Ichigo's statement. "I called Orihime, and we had a small chat on the phone, and she told me that she was coming to stop by," he cleared his throat, "to continue our discussion," Renji smirked knowing exactly what he means. "When she came, we had our 'discuss-"
"We get it! You had sex. No need to be shy." Detective Yoruichi cut in.
Ichigo blushed. "Um yeah, we had sex." Rukia averted her eyes away from Ichigo's form. "After our session, Orihime was getting ready to leave, and we were talking about meeting up that night for dinner. Orihime agreed and we sealed the deal when Senna walked in on us. Rukia was there for that. But when Senna tried to attack Orihime, I came between the two telling Rukia to leave so I could settle the issue. After Rukia left, Senna kept trying to pass me to get to Orihime. When I continued to refuse, she pulled a knife out of her purse and stabbed me. I must have fallen from the sudden impact and Orihime rushed to me trying to cover my wound. But Senna told her not to touch me."
"I see, so Ms. Senna was the assailant that attacked you. What I can't understand is how she became unconscious?" asked Kisuke.
"I'm getting to that."
"Okay please continue."
"Senna continued to yell at Orihime calling her a home wrecker, and I attempted to stop her again, but she kicked me in my stomach. I blacked out a little, but I noticed that Senna backed Orihime into a wall and was about to stab her, someone else entered my office and yelled at Senna. Some guy with blue hair and he was with two other people. I remember one name was A… Aizen I believe. I think he took Orihime because he was the one that knocked Senna unconscious when she kicked Orihime from their fight."
"The two ladies fought?" Yoruichi asked.
"Yeah, after that blue-haired guy walked in. I distracted Senna from harming Orihime. Orihime tried grabbing for the knife, but she really didn't get it because they both lost their handling on it."
"That explains why Inoue's fingerprints were on the weapon," Kisuke asked still writing in his pad. "Can you describe what this Aizen guy looks like?"
Ichigo closed his eyes. "Um he had on a suit; he was tall and has brown hair. That's all I could really remember." Kisuke stopped writing on his pad.
"That name Aizen sounds familiar." Yoruichi tapped Kisuke's shoulder. She gave him her phone. He stared at it before looking at Ichigo. "Mr. Kurosaki can you look at this for me and tell me if this is him."
Ichigo confused looked at the photo on Detective Yoruichi's cellphone device. His eyes widen. "That's the guy!"
Kisuke stood up, grabbed the phone, and tossed it to Yoruichi who caught it with ease.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Kurosaki. We will be in touch." Just as they came, they left.
"What was that about?" Renji asked out of curiosity. He faced Rukia, who was busy looking at her phone. "Rukia, what's the matter?"
"This can't be good. That Aizen guy is untouchable." Rukia responded.
"What do you mean?" asked Ichigo. Renji walked next to Rukia and read the information on her phone.
"Damn, she's right. That guy is one of the CEOs of the biggest telecommunications company throughout Japan."
Rukia continued. "He's even one of the biggest benefactors of Sweet Treaties. I guess that's why he took Orihime. They practically know each other."
"But why would you say that he's untouchable?" Ichigo asked.
"Well, since he's rich he practically has most of the police departments under him."
"You mean he has some police officers on his payroll?"
"Some sounds minimal, let's say three-fourths of the officers, and a quarter of detectives are on his payroll." Renji corrected.
"Does that mean that those two detectives were on his payroll?"
"Let's hope they're not because if they are, well Orihime is pretty much screwed. And so are you since you saw his face."
"Dammit… Orihime," Ichigo whispered.
Okay, I introduced a lot of characters in this story.
But I can't help but love each character and they're all unique, but it is hard to find each captain's interest.
Each captain has a unique interest and to find out what they should be a CEO of is hard, so I probably won't discuss each of them.
But I hope you like this chapter. The next Chapter will focus on Orihime and Aizen.
Please review.