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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: 16
Characters: Various
Word count: 3,069
AN: And the next chapter. Today was not a good day for me so I’m going to post and then eat pizza. That’s my plan.
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“Urahara, Kisuke. Older brother to Masaki Urahara, age 49. He is a candy shop owner, also a widower but divorced once. He has two children; Jinta, from his first, late wife, and Ururu, from his second wife. From what his second wife said, it was an easy divorce, having gotten married when Jinta was 2,” Shunsui read aloud, Byakuya lifting an eyebrow at the information. “He hasn’t talked with Ichigo-san since his sisters’ death when Ichigo was 6. I don’t see any reason for that.”
“We’ll find out when we interview him,” Byakuya said, smiling lightly as they pulled up to the candy shop. “Though, I do wonder if we will get any kind of information from him.”
“Like why we can’t find any information on Ichigo-sans grandparents on his mothers’ side?” Shunsui asked, looking through the file before him. “Not even Ichigo-san could tell Shinji anything about them beyond the fact that he has never met them, never once talked to them and had no pictures in the house with them. Even after going through all of those boxes of pictures, he could not find one picture of anyone that he doesn’t know.”
“I see,” Byakuya mused, sliding out of the car. Moving to the back door, he opened it and pulled out the camera bag and his case bag as Shunsui followed his example, grabbing his bag.
“Why isn’t Aizen doing this now?” Shunsui asked as they walked up to the store front.
“He’s following a lead on who might have called out the hits on Ichigo-sans family. We’re hoping learn who did it soon,” Byakuya replied
“Any why take me and not Renji?” his current partner asked, sending him along look, getting a bland one back.
“He’s not particularly good with people who push his buttons. And somehow, Urahara-san pushes his buttons. I believe that it is due to him just basically abandoning his family for whatever reason he has,” Byakuya stated, opening the front door and stepping in. A short dark haired girl with large eyes and pale skin stood in the front of the shop, holding a broom and looking at the two men shyly. “Is Urahara-san here?” he asked the young girl.
“Yes. I’ll go get dad,” she said, nodding before moving towards the back rooms. The two investigators found out in those few words that she was Ururu, Uraharas youngest. A slightly taller child, this one male, came out, his hair a few shades lighter then what Byakuya knew Renjis was, and scowled at them
“If you’re not here to buy something, then why are you here?” Jinta asked.
“They are here to speak with me, Jinta-kun. You two must be Byakuya-san and Shunsui-san from the Homicide Specialty Unit. Welcome to my candy shop,” a tall blond man greeted, smiling brightly from under a green and white stripped hat. “I’m Kisuke Urahara. Please, follow me and we can discuss my sisters’ family.”
“Can we visit Ichigo sometime? Now that he’s lost everyone else, we’re all that he has,” Ururu asked quietly, getting an indulgent smile from her father.
“Yes, we can, as long as he wants to see us,” Urahara told her. “For now, go finish your chores, sweetheart.”
“Yes, daddy,” Ururu said, bouncing off to continue sweeping the store with her elder brother.
“Please, follow me,” Urahara said, smiling at the two men before heading for the back rooms, leading Byakuya and Shunsui to a semi large office. He sat down behind a desk before picking up a long surge protector. “This is an old building with only a few plugs. I do hope this will work.”
“That is fine, Thank you, Urahara-san,” Byakuya replied, setting up his camera so that it pointed towards the other man. “For the record please state your name, age, occupation, and your relationship with Ichigo-san and his family,” he requested, the two investigators pulling out yellow legal pads.
“My name is Kisuke Urahara. I am 49 years of age at the moment and I have two children name Jinta and Ururu. My relationship to Isshin Kurosaki was as a brother-in-law. Yuzu Kurosaki, Karin Kurosaki and Ichigo Kurosaki are my two nieces and my nephew; was in the case of Yuzu and Karin,” Urahara stated. Byakuya and Shunsui took down their notes as Urahara waited for the questions to come.
“As you know, Isshin-san, Yuzu-san and Karin-san were murdered. Do you have any idea as to who would want them dead?” Byakuya asked, looking up at the shop owner, who rubbed at his face with one hand.
“First of all, I should tell you about our family. And yes, this will answer all of your questions,” Urahara promised, taking off his hat and putting it aside on the desk. Running his hand through blond hair, he gazed at the two men before him. “My family is connected to a group that makes the Yakuzas all look like pussy cats and are all Talents. That is, they all have a skill that could be considered a Talent or are just useful in some way. Those who do not have a Talent or a skill were considered minions, cannon fodder and nothing more, except doctors who work for them.

”So, where do you and your sister fall into that?” Shunsui asked, Urahara leaning back.
“Our parents are the heads of the mind branch of the Talents. Mind you, for every Talent, they fall under the various categories. Ichigo, the twins and my own two are third generation Talents. If the twins had lived, they would have been very powerful when and if their abilities woke up. The same goes for Ichigo and my children,” he said, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “For the most part, my family is who police the world; know who has an ability and what they use it for. In a way, they police the other Talents of the world.”
“What else do they do?” Shunsui asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from his notepad.
“They own businesses, work in high paying jobs, at least the higher people do. The lower ranks a mix,” Urahara answered. “Now, as to who would want to kill Isshin and the children… I would have to say one of the higher ups that have it out for my parents. If you push a Talent enough, even a latent one, their abilities will awaken and be useable, if untrained. And if you’re able to get into their life early enough, you’ll be able to help control them. Through Ichigo, you’ll be able to control my parents, even though they don’t speak with him at all.”
“So, why don’t you speak with Ichigo-san? You stopped right after his mothers death, I believe,” Byakuya said, gazing at Urahara with knowing eyes, the man just sighing and slumping in his chair.
“I stopped talking to them due to my own selfish guilt. Ichigo, even at such a sweet, tender age, looked a lot like Masaki-chan. It hurt so much to look at the beautiful boy who was so much like her,” Urahara admitted, running his fingers through his hair once more. “I kept tabs on them though and became a silent investor in his store. He doesn’t even know who helped him since Ryuuken helped me.”
“So, you didn’t speak to your family because of Ichigo-sans looks,” Shunsui summarized as they wrote that down. “Do you have names of who would want the Kurosakis dead and Ichigo-sans Talent to be activated?” he asked, Uraharas face falling into a look of concentration.
“Perhaps. I’m going to have to speak with my parents first though. They would know better then I, seeing as my sister and I left that world for our own lives,” Urahara stated. “And should I hear anything about the Bounts, I will tell you. Though I have a feeling that they are after Ichigo for their own purposes, and it may conflict with whoever sent them after his family.”
“We already have someone watching him and his friends,” Byakuya stated, the man smirking at the two other males.
“Let me guess, The Guardian Bodyguard Services,” Urahara drawled, getting looks from the two. “Trust me, everyone with a Talent and is connected to the world of Talents know about Aizen and his people. So, all things considered, Talents know everything about every other Talent out there. If you need information, feel free to come around.”
“Thank you. If you find anything out, please call me,” Byakuya said, placing a card down before gathering everything up. The two left, sharing looks at the new information and the confirmation that there was indeed a collection of Talents that were a part of the underworld.
As they left, Gin was snuffing out his cigarette across town, sitting back in his chair and looking out over the street as he pulled out a new cigarette. Placing it into his mouth, he lit it and took a long draw as Sado opened the sliding widow door, stepping out onto the balcony.
“Thinking hard or hardly thinking?” Sado asked as he sat down in the other chair, long, strong body sprawling out. Gin snorted at the other man who looked fresh from his shower.
“Thinking hard. We got an e-mail a few moments ago from Byakuya about Uraharas interview. Apparently, our dear Ichi-chans family leads a group of Talents that make the Yakuza look like pussy cats,” Gin sighed, waving his cigarette and frowning lightly.
“I’ve heard of them. They’re rather gray on the scale of things,” Sado admitted, shrugging as he watched his companion take a long drag. “They police themselves for the most part, don’t they? Hardly interact with anyone that’s not connected to them in some way.”
“That’s right. For the most part, all we know are rumors that abound. On occasion, they would be thought o be connected to the Bounts on jobs that were mostly information gathering jobs,” Gin stated, putting out his cigarette, saving the rest in the carton. The two fell into silence, the only sound the cars that drove past them below.
Sado was thinking about how everything had changed in the last three weeks. Ichigo had lost his family in one fell swoop, destroying the hope that they would make up someday. He had come back to his childhood home to clear it out, stepping into it for the first time in nearly three years. They had soon discovered that a gang of Talents called Bounts wanted something from the sweet male that they just couldn’t pin down. Perhaps they wanted him for his latent Talent, which would be very dangerous once activated if it was in their hands.
Or they could want him for his looks. Ichigo did look quite a bit like his mother, was actually pretty in his own way, handsome when he was actually dressing like a male instead of a female.
But still, there was something that niggled at the back of his mind, making him wonder but the thought always seemed to slip through his fingers.
“Do you think that the Bounts know about Ichigo-chans family and what they do and who they are?” Sado asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at his companion who had relit his half finished cigarette. Watching the violet eyes slit open, he waited as Gin thought over everything.
“It’s possible. Then again, they might not know at all, just for the simple fact that whoever sent them after might have kept the family connections a secret,” he said, finishing his cigarette off quickly and snuffing out the butt in the ash tray before him. “There are no records anywhere that connect Masaki Kurosaki to her family, especially since both she and her brother used their mothers’ maiden name instead of their fathers’ last name.”
“So, this may or may not be connected to Ichigos family, his grandparents to be precise,” Sado sighed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the back of his chair.
“Byakuya-kun thinks it might be a rather massive political maneuver. If whoever sent the Bounts after the Kurosakis is able to get their claws in Ichigo-san, then they could control his grandparents,” Gin hummed, frowning unhappily at the thought.
“Was Ichigo-chan told about his family?” Sado asked, gazing at the other man, Gin standing up to get something to drink. After a few moments, he came back out with two cups of a dark, amber liquid, the scent coming from them telling Sado that Gin had gotten into his whiskey. Ice cubes floated in the cups. “Well?”
“I think so; at least that’s what I was told. Apparently, he knew that something was different about his family, especially since his mother never once talked about her family. He was surprised that she was the child of one of the head of this group though,” Gin stated as he sat down again, handing over one of the cups before sipping from his own.
“He probably has to process it,” Sado mused, sipping from his glass. “Do you think whoever sent them is already a part of his life?” he asked.

”It’s doubtful, but possible,” Gin drawled. “All of the people that we know about and have interviewed don’t have any Talents themselves, outside of Orihime, and they would never go for such a wild card. She’s to off, uses her powers at the drop of a hat,” he continued, tilting his glass back and forth in the air.
“So, if they were going to use him as a pawn, let’s say, they would be using threats, keeping an eye on him and using that knowledge to keep everyone in their place?” Sado asked, Gin nodding his head.
“Pretty much,” Gin replied, once more opening his eyes to take in the strong body before him as Sado once more lapsed into silence, thinking. He knew that Sado was always worried about Ichigo, had been from the first time they had met all those years ago. Sado had admitted that he thought that he might have a small time Talent, always seeming to pick up when someone was lying or hiding something. But the large man had just brushed it off as to having a strong bullshit meter, much like his grandfather.
That had prompted Gin to do some research into Sados family, finding out just who they were. What he had found had been surprising to say the least.
There had been no information about his mothers’ family, all of them Japanese and not really anywhere at the moment. Sados fathers’ family had been his Mexican side. When his parents had died, Sado had gone to his grandfather in Mexico around age nine and had lived there until his grandfathers’ death. The large man had been fourteen and large even at that age. Afterwards, he had moved back to Japan and met Ichigo soon after that.
Finding no information on Sados mothers’ family had raised a red flag and made him dig a bit deeper. Sados mother had been a first generation Talent but had left her own life behind to marry the man who had been her husband. After that, a car accident had cut every tie that Sado had through his mother, which Gin figured was a good thing, leaving him to find his own way in life. Sados father had been a lower level second generation Talent, his own Talent boosting hers and the mix of their powers adding to create something more to their child’s abilities.
He had told Sado and his charge had agreed with him that the Talent needed to be trained and very soon.
“So, how can I help? I can’t just sit back and ignore everything that is going on around us,” Sado suddenly said, lips pulled into a tight frown as he finished his whiskey.
“Well, you know how to fight and we know your Talent has to do with sensing, so that’s a step in the right direction in helping this come to a final close,” Gin hummed as the clink of ice drew his eyes to Sados hand. He had to stop himself from creating an inner dialogue about how sure and gentle it was with the glass and how it would feel to have those hands on him. Shaking his head, he hid his face behind his own glass and the fall of hair as Sado gazed at him with his knowing eyes.
“So, when do we start?” he rumbled, drawing Gins attention back to the subject at hand.
“Tomorrow. We’ll need to start right after your classes and it won’t be easy. I have a feeling that we’ll have to work fast and hard due to very little time available to us,” Gin stated, placing his glass down with a clink on the table between them. Sado nodded and continued to gaze at him with to all knowing eyes.
After a few minutes of looking between them, Sado heaved his body out of his chair and walked over to Gin, making the lean man distinctly feel like prey at that moment. Taking a deep breath as his companion leant over, he let it escape as long fingers buried themselves into his hair.
“Then I take it we have the night to ourselves right?” The question was asked just above his lips, warm breath sliding over them. Gins eyes opened half way, showing darkened violet eyes as he reached up and pulling Sado into a deep, breath stealing kiss.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of hands seeking sensitive flesh, teasing out sounds of pleasure as lips followed the hands path and clothes met the floor. the two became intimately acquainted with the others body, Gin discovering just how proportional Sado was all over and enjoying every blinding, bone melting, friction filled second of it. After they had sated their need for their partners’ body for the time, Sado cleaned the both of them, changed the sheet and held the pale, limp, contented Gin close.
The next morning, he called off of classes to take care of Gin, who had forgotten that taking a larger lover into ones body after so long left a person hurting and needing much pampering. Sado happily provided that pampering. It was a call from a pissed off Shinji and a jumpy Ichigo that ruined their afternoon nap.
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