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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 10
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru, one sided Jin/Ichigo
Word Count: 2,971
AN: I am…exhausted! *yawns*
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Tossing his sandwich wrapper away, Shunsui looked to Aizen, who was looking worried about something, his legs crossed, one twitching with his agitation.
“What’s going on in your head, Aizen-kun? You’re as twitchy as a neurotic cat in a room full of rocking chairs,” Shunsui finally said, frowning at him. Aizen finally sighed and let his head fall back onto his chair, his hair falling back from his face, having run his fingers through it on a near constant basis between interviews.
“I can’t help but think that something is going to happen and it will not be pretty,” Aizen finally admitted, frowning unhappily. “When the case first started, it looked as if the Bounts were going to be our only problem. But as we continue to investigate, even five days in, we’re discovering that somehow Orihime has wound herself into the Kurosakis life so damn much that it’s hard to find a time she wasn’t doing something with them in the last three years,” he complained, shoving himself out of his chair. Pacing around the room, Aizen growled to himself, amazed at what they were finding out as Shunsui finished his soda and thought about Aizen's worries.
“It kinda reminds of that first job that we know Kariya pulled. Remember how he instated himself in the victims’ life? He was nearly a part of every single piece of this woman’s life that she ended up leaving everything to him not three days before she dies. Wasn’t that like one of his first jobs, right when he was creating the Bounts?” he asked, waving his bottle at him.
“Yes, but this is Orihime, and I highly doubt that she’s going to suddenly create a vicious group of Talents who go around pulling con jobs and murders for money,” Aizen said, frowning at how close Orihime Inoue and Jin Kariya were when it was striped down to that. A knock on his door drew him out of his musings. “Yes?” he called, Szayel opening the door to poke his head into the room.
“The last person for today is here,” the pink haired man drawled, pointing to Keigo who stood behind him, waving a hand at them.
“Ah, thank you, Szayel-san. Asano-san, please, come in,” Aizen said, smiling as he waved a hand as he once more sat down behind his desk Szayel closed the door behind Keigo as he sat down. “As you probably know, I’m Sosuke Aizen and this is Shunsui Kyoraku, the Homicide Specialty Units ballistics expert. He’s here to…”
“Make sure that everything is legal, yes, I know,” Keigo interrupted with a smile. “Mizuiro called me up and gave me that information. He also asked if I still had a copy of something that I got a while back.”
“And what would that be?” Shunsui asked as he changed tapes once more, Keigo pulling a backpack around front. Opening it, he handed over a thick pile of papers with a knowing look.
“I was dating Orihime about a year back, maybe a little longer then that. While I was dating her, I got real curious as to what made her carry around these little books and constantly write in them, so I snuck a peek at them one day,” he explained as Aizen looked them over with a curious look. “She kept detailed records of what she did and what everyone else did. Kinda like a spy book. She also had some mini rants and a computer journal that she kept updated on her laptop.”
“Did you get a copy of that to?” Aizen asked distractedly as he flipped through the pages.
“I did but it’s encrypted and I didn’t want to go to the police with nothing and only a lot of suspicions,” Keigo said, digging around his bag again and pulling out a few CDs.
“I have someone who can work on that for us. Thank you for this, Asano-san,” Aizen hummed, nodding his head with a smile as he placed the pile of papers into a drawer with the CDs. “So, shall we get down to business?” he asked, lacing his fingers together, leaning forward as Shunsui started the camera.
“Yeah, let’s do that. I did promise to call Sado-kun in a couple of hours. He wants to talk about Ichigo-san,” Keigo hummed, a flash of sadness sliding through his eyes.
“Alright, to start with the question, we’ll start with the Kurosakis. How well did you know them?” Aizen asked, legal pad before him, pen poised.
“Well enough I suppose. I volunteered at Karakura High, and Yuzu-san and Karin-san came around for tutoring sometimes. Yuzu-san used to sell me baked goods or just gave them over when she had too much to sell,” Keigo stated, shrugging as a smile tugged at his lips. “I saw Kurosaki-san every so often for doctor appointments since he was my doctor and I needed to see him on occasion,” he continued. “I always tried to make the appointments for when Orihime wasn’t there when she started to work for him.”
“Why was that?” Shunsui prodded.
“Because her attitude freaked me out. She acted as if she owned the world just because she worked at the Kurosaki Clinic,” he explained, scowling. “If you were even a few minutes late, she would try to make you wait for nearly two months for a new appointment. Tried to, but if you demanded to see Kurosaki-san about that, she’d back off really fast. She’d still make things difficult for you, especially if you were a pretty female. I think she saw them as competition for Kurosaki-sans attention,” Keigo continued.
“My, my, her attitude knows no bounds,” Aizen drawled, shaking his head. “It looks as if I’ll have to be careful when I talk to her later this week,” he said, gazing at Shunsui, who nodded.
“You will indeed need to do so,” Shunsui teased, making Keigo snicker at their interaction.
“Anyways, your interactions with the Kurosakis and Orihime-san were kept to a minimum because of her in the last year or so, correct?” Aizen said, a smile dancing on his lips.
“Pretty much. She got even odder around me after we broke up, no matter how mutual it was, “Keigo said, playing with a bit of his flipped up hair. “She didn’t talk as much, was pretty guarded around me. By the way, that info I gave you has the latest entries to. I was able to get copies at the last study fest turned drinking contest at her place. She was passed out with Tatsuki and wasn’t feeling any pain until the next morning.”
“Again, thank you for the information,” Aizen said, smirking at him, eyes dancing.
“Ahhh… would it be useable in court if you somehow need it?” Keigo asked, eyebrows furrowing together.
“Since it’s coming from a third party, it qualifies as a tip and you are considered a confidential informant until trial, if it does go that far,” Shunsui promised.

”That’s good,” Keigo sighed, sitting back and smiling.
“So, during the last year or so, did you see anyone hanging around the clinic that seemed out of place?” Aizen asked, leaning his head on his fist, elbow on the arm of his chair.
“Well, there was this one guy who had a really nice camera with him this one time,” Keigo said slowly, almost musingly.
“You sound hesitant. Why?” Shunsui asked slowly, worried with the news.
“I don’t remember his face, but then again, I saw him chatting with a really tall guy who looked like he wasn’t from around here,” Keigo admitted. “For that matter, I don’t remember his face either. They were chatting outside, across the street as the shorter guy changed film out of his camera.”
“I see. Thank you, Asano-san. I think that’s all for now. Please, do not discuss what we talked about with anyone please,” Aizen said. Standing up, he led Keigo out of the office and shook his hand before heading back to Shunsui. “They were stalked, and we have confirmation now,” he sighed as he closed the door behind him.
“I’ll call Byakuya-kun,” Shunsui said, pulling out his phone and finding Byakuya's number. They left as Shunsui made the call, soon pulling up to the Kurosaki house and parking in the driveway. Aizen found himself blinking at finding a pouty Shinji pushing a lawn mower around the yard, cutting the rather long grass. Stepping out of his car, he shut the door behind him and walked over to him, gazing at him with laughing eyes.
“So, why are you out here?” he asked as Shinji stopped and leant against the mower.
“Because Ichigo wanted some alone time and took over the upstairs to get away from us. Sado and Gin are down in the basement, going through that giant ass freezer down there. Found the sucker nearly packed with food, so some of it is going to a few people that are around the neighborhood that could use them,” he said, smirking and shrugging. “At the least we can feed everyone without worry about that for a bit of time.
“So I figured,” Aizen drawled, shaking his head. Walking back to his car, he opened the back door and pulled out a backpack and camera case as another car pulled up behind him, Shunsui parking. “Come on, Shunsui-san, let’s get this over with. I have a few things to do later,” he called over to him, leading the way up to the front door, Shunsui following after him with his own bags and Shinji going back to mowing the lawn. Blinking as Gin opened the door and tilted his head to the side and brushed his hair back, he greeted him with a “Hello Gin-san.”
“Hello, Aizen-san,” Gin greeted, waving one hand as Sado came to stand behind him, nodding in greeting.
“Sado-san, I’m sure that Gin-san has told you what will be happening today,” Aizen stated as he walked into the house with Shunsui padding after him.
“Yes, he has. Though, I do have to ask just why you’re so interested in Orihime,” Sado replied, walking with them into the kitchen where coffee waited. Aizen placed his cases down, smiling at Sado as he started to pull out the camera and its parts.
“I can answer that. As you know, Talents are rare compared to normal humans and range in abilities and strengths of those abilities,” Aizen stated, setting up the camera on its tripod. Gin handed over an extension cord with a smile. “The Guardians don’t only play as bodyguards, but as an investigative service and we offer training services to Talents who need it.”
“And those that don’t want it or already know how to use them?” Sado asked, pouring coffee into cups for them.
“Those who don’t want the training or who know how to use their abilities aren’t pushed. As long as they know that there are rules and laws in place that tell them what they can and can’t do with their Talents and follow them. Those who have already broken the laws,” Aizen said, taking his cup with a nod, “are charged after we have the needed information and proof to give the Specialty Units. We help them with that process. A kind of fight fire with fire situation.”
“I see. So, what will happen with Orihime since she did use her Talent against me?” Sado asked as he made his own cup of coffee.
“Once I have the needed information, Byakuya-san will be able to charge her with misuse of her Talent, which is just below a full felony. At least the way she used it on you,” Aizen told him, sitting down with his legal pads and cup behind the camera.
“At that time, someone from the Units will be able to take over and place her under arrest. They have specialized cuffs to stop her from using her abilities on anyone while she’s in custody,” Shunsui stated, smiling as he sat down next to Aizen. Sado nodded as he sat down across from them, coffee cup in hand as Gin smiled once more and slipped out to let them talk.
“So, what I need you to do is answer in full and with as much detail as you can. Only the needed details though, please,” Aizen said, starting the camera. “Now, how did you meet the Kurosakis?”
“I met them when Ichigo brought me home after a very nasty fight where he saved me from being not only tied up but beaten by a gang of high school wannabe gangsters,” Sado replied, playing with the medallion around his neck. “Kurosaki-san patched me up and Yuzu-san was kind enough to make me dinner along with Ichigo-chan. This was back in our last year of junior high school.”
“What about Karin Kurosaki?” Aizen asked, already jotting notes down.
“I met her a few weeks after I meet everyone else. After that it was rare that I saw her until the last fourteen months or so. I started to help Yuzu-chan carry things when she was on her baking kick, giving her rides and hauling everything into the house. That sort of thing,” he said, shrugging. “I didn’t drive often and she didn’t know how, so I helped.”
“So, you’ve been around Yuzu-san at the least quite often in the last two years, yes?” Aizen asked, Sado nodding. “While you were around them, around Yuzu-san, did you ever see anything that was odd? Such as the way they acted or the people around them?”
“Not really. I thought I saw a guy with what looked to be light brown hair, almost a color of what you would call tanned. Its one memory that’s fuzzy, but I don’t believe that it was Orihime that messed with it. It feels different,” Sado said, making Aizen look up, interested in that detail.
“How does the memory feel?” Shunsui asked, leaning forward, resting his elbow on the table and chin on his hand.
“It’s actually very clear, but the faces are more blurs of colors instead of actual faces. The guy I saw, I can see the blur of his hair, icy blue around his eyes and slightly tanned skin. Outside of that, not a whole lot,” Sado said, frowning as Aizen wrote down several notes.
“Alright. What was he doing? Did you see?” Shunsui asked.
“He was standing there, not doing anything but watching the house when I left with Yuzu-san for the store. A few hours later, once we got back, I didn’t see him, but something told me that she could feel him,” he replied, Aizen looking up with curiosity flaring brighter in his eyes.
“How so?” he asked. Sado took a drink of his coffee as he thought about that question, going over the memory.

”She got real jumpy as we drove to the store. But when we got there, she seemed to have calmed down, but she also bought a lot more then what she had originally planned,” he said finally, putting his coffee cup down. “She said that she had a feeling that she would be cooking even more then usual on that day.”
“We haven’t heard about that detail,” Shunsui said, sharing a look with Aizen. Seeing the curious look on Sado's face, he explained. “No one else that we’ve talked to told us that they could tell when their stalker, or at least one of them, was close.”
“Ah, I see,” Sado murmured, nodding his head at the two men.
“So, since we have this new information, shall we move onto Orihime?” Aizen inquired, getting a smile that was mostly hidden under the fall of chocolate bangs as Sado nodded. “How did you meet her?”
“We met her during the first day of our first year of high school actually. She had started to hang around several of the girls of our year the year before, along with Tatsuki-san, who has known Ichigo-chan from a young age,” he told them, playing with his coffee cup again.
“So due to her friendship with Arisawa-san, she met Ichigo-san. What happened after that?” Leaning forward, Aizen narrowed his eyes in thought, mind whirling.
“It was about a month after that and three months before we met Keigo-kun and Mizuiro-kun, when she stared to act very… clingy when it came to Ichigo-chan. She acted well enough around people, but got very jealous around any female that so much as looked at her ‘Kurosaki-san’,” Sado snorted, shaking his head. “After Ichigo-chan's lifestyle came out, she refused to talk about him except to rant about him. She ended up harassing two of Ichigo-chan's ex-boyfriends as far as I know, but I refused to even listen about those.”
“And you were found to be missing memories of the various times that you were going to get in contact with Ichigo-san, correct?” Shunsui asked.
“Yes, about six memories so far. There are about twenty memories that she messed with that I can tell. Gin has helped me with the smaller ones, which were minor crushes on a couple of males, reminded me of who I am and what I like,” Sado mused. “And that’s with about five days of finding and slowly fixing my memories.”
“Do you think that she’s used her ability on others?” Aizen asked, frowning heavily as he once more sat back.
“I have no doubt that she has at least a few times,” Sado replied.
“I see. Thank you for the information, Sado-san. Please, call me or someone else in the Unit as the memories become clear,” Aizen said, smiling at a robe clad Ichigo as he came padding in. Ichigo just smiled and nodded in return, Shinji poking his head around the corner to watch Ichigo walk with a leer on his face.
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