Chapter 10
(In a dimly lit park)
"Chief, I have done as you have instructed. The money has been safely hidden. Here is the key and pin."
"Ah, good job," He drew his gun at his unsuspecting assistant.
"You have served your purpose well. Thank you for your service," the triggered was pulled before the target could react.
His body fell onto the ground, blood pooling around him.
Now, there is no other breathing person who knew where the money was, except himself.
How convenient that the money were all nice and clean, thanks to Sternritter Group.
The buyer and seller are probably busy fighting it out. Ideally, they will fight to kill one another, then he will emerge victorious - nobody will ever trace this to him.
(At the underground hideout's IT room)
"This is where we lost them, see?" Ishida directed the group's attention on the wide screen.
Chad, Renji, Yumichika and Ikkaku hovered over his shoulder.
"The car went in here," he clicked on pause at 12:34 am right when the car entered the tunnel, then flicked to another screen showing the tunnel exit. "... and gone, as expected of a stolen plate,"
"Tch, that's the oldest trick in the book. Changing their number plate while in the tunnel," Ikkaku said.
"And I have an idea on just how to find out their new plate," Yumichika said as he pushed his hair to one side with a pretty clip.
"How long will that take?" Chad questioned.
"You gotta move fast, before it is too late," Renji pressed urgently. Before Ichigo loses control and does something stupid again...
Ichigo's investigation led him down a winding path of covert messages and clandestine meetings. Tucking away the small piece of paper in his pocket, he hopped on his bike and rode with the live feed from his friends who were tracking the car of the group who got away, determination set his jaw as he prepared to rescue the love of his life.
Aizen had been no help, he said those were just men hired by the buyer, but he had no idea who they were.
So he made a quick final stop at the hospital to visit Grimmjow, where Neliel was tending to him. He had to utilise all the information he can get in order to hatch a plan to find Orihime and bring her back to safety.
"Tell me everything about those guys who took Orihime,"
The Sternritter's... The main group does money laundering for shady businesses, known as the accountants. There's a group that acts on behalf of clients to handle all transactions, known as the advocates. There's another group that cleans up the mess, known as the fixers. Then, the bottom of the chain, were part time lackies like Grimmjow. He was moonlighting as their errand boy, and decided to snitch, tempted by greed, driven by the need to pay his gambling debt.
"Where do I find them?"
(In an old warehouse on the other side of town)
"Grimmjow has no clue about the money... and Aizen gang denied they received it, then... " the blonde said wearily.
"Either way, we are screwed," The blacked haired groaned, dreading the consequences.
That was the rule of the game they played.
While Tesla rambled on, desperately attempting to find a way out, the glass cabinet caught Nnoitra's eye. Rummaging through the cabinet drawers, he found what he was looking for.
"Let's test this on her," Nnoitra held up a 250 ml bottle of pink liquid.
The auburn haired stripper, whose hands had been tied to the window, was shivering in the cold.
"Nmmmmhh!"
Orihime found herself restrained by the men and forced to drink the unknown liquid. She choked and gagged, managing to spit out some of it, but grey eyes widened in horror as some of the pink liquid went down her throat.
Tesla rougly stripped off her knit dress, the cloth discarded to the floor. Nnoitra took a sharp silver knife and walked towards her, rendering her frozen as she stared at the sharp object. The cold metal made contact with her skin, but not enough to cut her if she stayed still. Then, it was placed between her chest, turned and sliced through her white lace bra. The motion freed her tits which bounced forward lewdly, causing her to scream in protest.
"She is not what the client ordered, but it might appease them, while buying us some time," Nnoitra poured the remainder of the drug over her skin.
Flash. Flash.
Tesla took pictures of her compromising position on his phone and started typing.
Dressed in nothing but her white g-string, she found herself burning, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body.
"No! Let me go!" She wriggled and kicked.
The men chuckled as they stared at her futile struggle.
Nnoitra touched one of her breast tentatively, then he squeezed the soft round globe. He flicked her nipple and watched with glee when it twitched and stiffened.
"Damn, look at these tits," He licked his lips, "Looks like they're filled with milk,"
"Stop! Stop it, help!"
Tesla helped himself to her other breast, massaging and kneading it lustfully.
"Dont worry, you're gonna feel really good soon!"
What did he mean? There's no way she would feel good with them. She felt violated and disgusted. But Orihime was mortified, when suddenly she felt dampness between her legs as the two men continued their assault.
"Oi! What do you think you're doing?" Starrk demanded when he returned to the room.
But he wasn't alone, this time, a lean figure stepped out from behind the brown haired man.
"You know the consequences boys, just standard procedure,"
A gun shot was fired. Followed by another.
The men groaned in excruciating pain.
The morning was cold and still when he finally reached an abandoned warehouse nestled on the outskirts of Karakura-cho. The skeletal frame of the building loomed in break of dawn, casting eerie shadows across the desolate landscape.
Ichigo approached with caution, soundless like a ghost in the darkness.
"Are you okay, girl?" Swiftly, the green-eyed man untied the binds and released the girl.
He stared at her naked form openly. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he had thought so since they met at the strip club. He had seen her strip, but this was different. She was drugged and her body reacted. Her skin all flush, her chest heaving, her nipples were large, darkened, and taut - they beckoned to be sucked. Her white thong did nothing for her modesty, he swear he could smell her sex. Her eyes were hooded and in a daze, she looked so fuckable.
"Cifer-sama?"
Uluquiorra proceeded to remove his white overcoat, draped his clothing around her naked form, and refrain from staring further.
"Don't be afraid, everything is gonna be fine. You're free to go now."
"Wait, you're letting her go?" Starrk asked his companion blankly. "She knows and has seen our fac-"
"That's on you for bringing her along, should I leave you as collateral damage with them?" Uluquiorra signalled to the unconscious bodies of the two men who failed their earlier mission, sending Starrk a stern warning.
"Here. Get a taxi home, got it?" Uluquiorra placed some bills in her hands. "Let's go Starrk!"
The auburn head girl nodded, and watched as they retreated into the dark. As she buttoned up the coat, the air around her felt heavy, making it harder to breathe, she was parched - realising it was probably the effect of the drugs she drank. In order to scape and make it out alive, she knew she had to muster strength and stay focused, there was no other way.
Continuing his search, Ichigo peered through a broken window, his heart pounding at the scene that met his eyes. It threw him into pure rage, thinking of what had happened to her when he recognised Orihime's dress and bra torn and scattered around the floor.
Damn it. Please be alright Orihime... Where are you?
He scanned the surrounding before jumping through the window. He was surprised to see two bodies, familiar figures from the nightclub, the black haired named Nnoitra and the blonde named Tesla.
Then he saw a shadow scurry along the hallway and quickly exited the room, hunting down the target. As he approached the end of the hallway, he knew his target was trapped. He could hear their breathing. The clouds moved out of the way, letting the morning sun cast a ray of light through a crack in wall, shining on auburn locks.
Wait... Could it be?
"Orihime?"
A gasp escaped the target in hiding.
"Ichigo?"
Lowering his rifle, he rushed to her side.
"Hime! Sorry I'm late,"
Orihime's eyes welled with tears as Ichigo embraced her, their fingers interlocking as if to confirm that they were both real and unharmed.
"Ichigo! Ichigo!" Her tears fell like a tidalwave swept across her as she clung to him.
"Are you alright? Look at me, are you alright?" Gentle amber eyes pouring with love and concern.
Orihime nodded, grey eyes shimmered with awe and gratitude, that he had come to rescue her.
He let a sigh of relief and gave her a small smile. But he was determined to keep Orihime safe as they were still in enemy territory, there could be more of them. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder, caveman style.
He took quick long strides till they reached his bike, where he plopped her. With Orihime clinging to him, they fled from the warehouse.
(In an upmarket premium night club)
"Teme! A bunch of cowards!"
Ring. Ring.
"Dear esteemed client. We have taken care of the those who failed."
"Oh well good. Anyway we have insurance to cover for money lost. Order another batch right away!"
"Unfortunately we are unable too accept any order now, we are being watched closely,"
"Well I pay you alot of money for a reason, make it double,"
"Yes, we appreciate your business but we can't take on a new deal right now. Rest assured, we will resume when the coast is clear."
The phone line went dead.
"Damn those arrogant Sternritter's."
"Who needs them?! We can go to the seller directly. Cut off the middleman!"
"But how?"
"Well I happened to know someone..."
Ichigo skillfully maneuvered through the streets, reaching the refuge of a quiet inn tucked away in the heart of the city. It was a brief respite, a moment to catch their breath, get water and recharge with fuel for the bike, and food for their tummies.
Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap.
While waiting for the innkeeper, he turned to help Orihime off the bike. That's when he noticed how hot her skin was. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. Her lids heavy, but there was also something else in those stormy orbs. She wasn't herself. Her legs wobbled, and he caught her just in time, carrying her bridal style.
Shit! Was she drugged?
"Yare Yare~ you could have picked a better place for your rendezvous," the innkeeper wore a hat over his fair blonde hair, a paper fan covering his dirty smirk.
"Not funny. Where's Yoruichi-san? Help her please!" Ichigo entered the onsen style sanctuary with his precious cargo.
"Bring her over Ichigo," a tanned skin woman with long purple hair led them to an empty room.
"I'm going to examine her, get out - both of you," Yoruichi started to unbutton her coat after Ichigo gently lay her on the futon.
"Why? I can examine her toooo-"
"No, you old pervert!"
Two men, mentor and mentee, sat outside the room.
"How's moonlighting going? Have they caught wind yet?"
"There's been close calls. The 2IC, Hallibel, has her suspicion," the younger man responded but his eyes never left the door.
"When are you gonna quit? Settle down?"
The orange haired continued staring at the door - it wasnt like quitting was an option, but settling down? ... Emotions danced on his eyes, hopeful excitement, fearful scepticism, cautious happiness, anxious self-doubt...
At that point, the fan hit the back of his head with a loud whack.
"Ow, what the hell Urahara!"
"Stop worrying. Anyway if my diagnosis is correct, and being the genius that I am, I am always right, your woman will be fine in a few hours, as long as you have the stamina to... Well, KEEP. IT. UP. "
"Huh?"
The door opened.
"Yoruichi-san.. Is she okay?" Ichigo stood up from his seat.
"She will live. Just drugged up,"
"... And? What kinda drugs? Do you have the antidote or not?"
"Aphrodisiac." She said deadpan.
"You can be her antidote, just don't be too loud! Come on my dear Yoruichiiii~"
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Blitch out x
Dear readers, I hope you have enjoyed this story and thank you for reviewing. I did a tiny Uluq/Hime moment in this chapter but thats as far as it will go cos this story is ichihime centric. Finally ichihime reunion, and revelation of his mentors. Next up lots of lemon cos - he's her antidote.
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