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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ichigo was reinstated his badge and gun and given a set of keys to his very own cruiser. He was kind of excited to drive rather than ride along, as he had with Chad. It was definitely a step in a new direction. Unfortunately for him, he had to share the car with a complete asshole. He had mixed feelings about being dumped on with a new partner, but Ichigo was sure the experience would have been more pleasant if anyone but this blue-haired fool was his partner.
            Said blue-haired fool was waiting for him in the cruiser, the seat pushed back as far as it could go to accommodate his long legs. He wore his hat tilted slightly forward, shading the piercing teal that were his eyes. That smirk was still on his face, too. Ichigo could feel a head ache coming on. Arranging his face into his signature scowl, he yanked open the door and climbed behind the wheel, slamming the door shut with enough force to hopefully convey he was not happy with his current situation.
            Grimmjow chuckled as Ichigo put on his seat belt and jammed the key into the ignition.
            “Yer actin’ like a girl, strawberry.”
            Ichigo felt his eye twitch.
            “Don’t call me that!” he snapped, roaring the engine to life.
            Grimmjow’s smirk widened as he flipped on all the equipment, answering with a “sure thang, strawberry” as Ichigo drove out onto the street.
            This is going to be the longest shift of my life, Ichigo thought.
            Ichigo drove the speed limit through the outskirts of the eastside district in the city, his chocolate colored eyes taking in the drab, crumbling brown brick buildings that were once flourishing businesses, now covered in brightly colored offensive graffiti with busted out windows. The weeds grew unchecked from the sidewalks and around the vacant buildings, trash littering the walk space and blowing into the streets. People loitered around the buildings and stared hard and hatefully as they rolled by, letting their presence be known.
            Sector nine was the most dreaded district assignment that almost every cop on the force tried to avoid. Seriously understaffed, sector nine’s area of the city had the highest crime rates in all of Hueco Mundo. Four units patrolled on the regular. East Hueco Mundo, the HMPD’s hell on earth.
            Ichigo missed it, though. These streets had been calling to him for months, and it felt soothing to ease the cruiser through them, as if letting the East side know he was back, and with a vengeance. These streets took Chad, these streets needed to repent for that. His hands tightened on the wheel. He’d returned to seek some atonement.
            His eyes slid over to momentarily study his partner. Grimmjow’s strong jaw was set and his eyes were alert and scanning over the area outside, despite the relaxed posture that he maintained. Ichigo never knew anyone to look so comfortable sitting in these cars. Ichigo tried to gage how old he was, but the man’s smooth, flawless skin and bright hair gave no hints. He certainly didn’t look older than 30. Ichigo briefly caught himself thinking maybe he should ask about Grimmjow’s experience in Las Noches, but then he remembered he decided not to like the guy and pushed the thought away.
            The dispatcher crackled over the radio.
            “We got a 10-16 at the Desert Sands Apartment complex, apartment 3D. Reported in by a neighbor that there are screams and crash noises coming from the apartment and the man living there is violent.”
            Ichigo snatched the receiver before Grimmjow could even flinch. They were five minutes from there. Ichigo knew this area like the back of his hand.
            “10-69 dispatch, unit 6 in area. En route, over.”
            “10-4, unit 6.”
            Ichigo flipped the lights and sirens, stomping on the gas and reveling in the horsepower of the cruiser spurring them forward. It was Ichigo’s turn to smirk when his partner growled out, “Adrenaline junkie…”
            Desert Sands was one of the many in a slew of dumpy apartment complexes on the east side. It was a dilapidated two story L shaped building with peeling paint, missing shingles, shutters, and an old wrought iron railing that was a far cry from safe. Tattered sheets or faded blinds missing many pieces covered the windows so passersby couldn’t view inside. The parking lot was littered with trash and broken down cars that the grubby kids played in.
            Ichigo whipped the cruiser into the complex, lights flashing but the siren off. What few people were outside, mainly children, ran inside their respective shelters as Ichigo slammed the cruiser in park and Grimmjow got out of the car, stretching to his full height and staring balefully at the place.
            Ichigo joined him at the front of the cruiser and they both stared at the door of apartment 3D, where extremely loud music was coming from. Hands on their weapons, they marched up to the door and Ichigo banged on it as hard as he could.
            “HMPD! Open up!”
            It sounded like the music got louder while they waited for a response. Ichigo tried again.
            “HMPD! OPEN THE DOOR!”
            Ichigo could see shadows whip past the sheet covered window, making it shake a little, indicating there was indeed someone inside.
            “Oh fuck this!” Grimmjow said, taking a step back. Ichigo had just enough time to sidestep before Grimmjow’s long leg extended forward suddenly; his black steel toed combat boot making contact with the door with so much force behind it that the door flew open, held in place now by one hinge and most of the frame went with it. Splintered wood went flying and chaos ensued. Two screaming ladies hit the floor as they both rushed in, weapons drawn.
            Ichigo was in first, feeling Grimmjow behind him doing a sweep, and then his partner put the same boot through the stereo that was pounding the most offensive rap music Ichigo had ever heard. Ichigo winced at his partner’s actions, which frightened the women more and without the music, their screams were ear shattering.
            “Juro ain’t here!” shrieked the one with brown hair, her face turned away from them.
            Grimmjow moved into the kitchen area, sweeping it before moving down the small hall.
            “We got a call from a neighbor saying there were screams and crash noises coming from your home” Ichigo replied calmly, sheathing his weapon. “By the looks of things,” Ichigo said, glancing at the broken glass table and knocked over lamp, “there was some sort of scuffle going on.”
            “It ain’t none of your business, I ain’t pressin’ charges, so just go away,” spat the woman, glaring at him. Ichigo almost took a step back in horror. Her right eye was swelled shut and was turning such a dark blue it was almost black. She had a busted lip to compliment it. Jesus fucking Christ. Whoever this dickhead Juro was, he was a sick bastard. The girl didn’t look a day over 18, if Ichigo had to guess.
            Ichigo heard a door creak open in the back of the house and heard Grimmjow let out a long whistle.
            “Holy shit, berry, we got ourselves some growers!”
            The woman on the floor sprung up and shrieked, “RUN JURO!”
            A short, but stocky built man burst from a small coat closet not even five feet from Ichigo, who moved to stop the man but was tripped up by the other girl on the floor grabbing his ankle.
            “SHIT!” he screamed as he went down, kicking the girl off his foot and scrambling to get up, just to have the battered girl jump on his back, screaming and trying to choke him to death. What. The. Fuck.
            He flung himself forward, reaching around and grabbing the girl’s shirt, effectively dumping her off him and slamming her into the floor. He had enough time to see blue streak past him, Grimmjow hauling ass on foot after the running man, screaming 10-80 into his radio and the direction he was going. He whipped around on the two girls, huddled together now on the floor.
            “Move, and so help you God I will see to it personally that you serve the maximum jail time you can get for this.”
            The younger of the two eyes were streaming tears, and the one he slammed to the ground looked to be having difficulty breathing. Ichigo figured they weren’t a running risk so he dashed out to the cruiser, radioing in on his hand held what was going on and requesting a back up unit.
            Jumping behind the wheel, he took off in the direction that Grimmjow was breathily screaming into his handheld. Shooting down the street and skidding around the corner, he could see them about fifty yards ahead. The suspect veered to the left and leaped over a chain link fence, into what Ichigo knew to be an abandoned laundry mat. He saw Grimmjow vault over the fence with ease as he drove by, whipping into the entrance on the other side. His partner chased the guy inside the building, Ichigo radioing it in.
            It was a bad day for Juro. Not only did he make Grimmjow chase him, fucking short little bastard, but he ran into a building from which there was no escape from the angry monstrosity that was Officer Jaegerjaques. The guy had chosen to hide, unknowing that he left footprints in the two inches of dirt and dust that had settled on the floor of this abandoned place. Grimmjow grinned sadistically.
            “You outta jus’ come out, little prick, and surrender, and I’ll go easy on ya’” Grimmjow said tauntingly, stalking the footprints to a row of heavy duty washers that bordered the front of the store. He knew that the guy was probably shimmying to the other side from which his voice was coming from, so he took a chance and quietly slinked in the opposite direction, careful to stay low so the guy couldn’t see his reflection in the glass windows and silencing his radio. He could see Kurosaki exiting the car from the windows.
            Coming around the end of the row, Grimmjow was pleased to find he was right, the guy was edging backwards and was nearly in his lap, not looking behind him but forward where he thought Grimmjow would be.
            Rising to full height and smirking, he said, “Boo, motherfucker.”
            The guy called Juro about jumped out of skin, trying to make a break for it but Grimmjow was faster, snatching a meaty wrist and whipping the guy’s arm painfully behind his back, and locking a leg around his ankle so the guy couldn’t run.
            “Fuck you pig! Fuck you!” screamed the man, squirming and writhing, trying to escape.
            “Hold still dammit!” Grimmjow growled, trying to work his cuffs around the bastard’s wrist with one hand. He began reciting the guy his rights, successfully getting one wrist cuffed and going for the other. The guy bucked upward, catching Grimmjow’s chin with the top of his head, making Grimmjow bite his tongue hard. The tangy iron taste of blood filled his mouth as the guy pulled from his grip, making a dash for the back.
            He didn’t get far; Grimmjow ignored the pain and blood that was trickling from his mouth. He dropped his shoulder and ran, hitting the guy full speed in the back like a line backer, sending the man sprawling toward the window and effectively smashing through it. Well shit, he thought, hands meeting his knees as he panted and spit blood.
            Ichigo had seen a lot of things being a cop, but never saw his partner apprehend a suspect by throwing him through a glass window. He was mildly impressed, but he also knew Kuchiki would be pissed at the brutality.
            “Fuck, Grimmjow, seriously?” Ichigo said, approaching the groaning, injured man, his boots crunching over glass.
            “What?” replied Grimmjow, straightening up and walking through their unfortunate suspect’s hole in the glass, “he jumped.”
            “Right,” said Ichigo, cuffing the man the rest of the way and hauling him to his feet, reciting his rights as he pushed the cursing man toward the squad car.
            Grimmjow smirked and grabbed his hand held.
            “10-95 dispatch.”
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