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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 23

Pairings: Shinji/Ichigo, others

Word count: 4,347

AN: Only 7 more chapters of this story. My where does the time fly? I’m not joking you, I have no idea where it goes off to! Soon, I will be posting another Bleach story, but this one will be a cross with Black Butler. I just need to finish editing and send it off to the beta. But before that I need to finish posting The Truth Behind His Life. Which has been sitting and waiting for far too long.
So for now, enjoy, review and talk about it. Hopefully in a good way.

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Sitting before his computer as he stirred sugar into his tea slowly, Jin wondered just why he was being called before the Council and the day before his mission was planned to finally be finished with. Drinking the warm tea slowly, he waited for the call to come through as his mind reviewed all of the information that they had collected about the Kurosakis just over a year ago.
The twins hadn't been much of a worry; a soccer player and a home maker in the making; so they had dismissed them for the most part. They hadn't been able to discover much about their mother beyond the years that she had been known as Masaki Kurosaki. But seeing as she had already died at the time, they had also dismissed her.
Isshin Kurosaki was rather dull, or had been before they had killed him. He was without a Talent, he had gone to a mid-range college, graduating with high grades and a medical degree, and worked in a clinic. He had met Masaki when he had been working on his graduating thesis, a year from graduating. They had soon married just before he had graduated. By the time Ichigo had turned one, Isshin had moved on and opened his own clinic with several patients following after him.
They had been a normal family until Ichigo was 16 and he had been tossed out. Outside of the Kurosaki job, they hadn't had any other missions that had dealt with Talents, so Jin had no clue as to why the Council was calling him now.
Sighing, he put his tea to the side and picked up his file, opening it up and going over the information that he found there. Ichigo and Shinji were to go to the Kurosakis lawyer and sign a few things to put Isshins will into the final stages in the next day or two. During that time, he would be able to get into the house and wait for them, getting Ichigo alone and bringing him back to the house if he didn’t find a better time.
The computer beeped several times in rapid succession, prompting him to click on the flashing phone to answer the video call. An older man with a white beard, eyebrows and very little hair appeared on his screen, sparking worry in Jin as he sat up in his seat.
“Yamamoto-sama, a surprise to see you,” he greeted, his face becoming blank in an effort to hide his worry.
“Jin Kariya, leader of the band of Talents known as The Bounts, you and I must talk with something very important,” Yamamoto said. His voice was strong, powerful even after so many years as the head of the Council.
“Sir?” Jin asked, keeping his voice steady as he swallowed, reaching out to pick up his tea cup to wet his suddenly dry mouth. Finishing the cooling tea, he idly wondered if he had missed a mission to that had come from the Council.
“You took a mission to take out the Kurosaki family, correct?” Yamamoto asked, watching Jin closely. Even through the computer screen, the man was easy to read, and at the moment, he was very worried. In Yamamotos mind, that was a good thing.
“Yes, sir. It came from a private employer who hired us through a discrete service,” Jin replied. The man before him made a small humming noise.
“Tell me what the mission entailed,” Yamamoto demanded. Jin opened a drawer and pulled out the folder that held all of the information about the job and flipped it open.
“Just over a year ago, a courier contacted me about an assassination job. The Targets were Isshin Kurosaki, Karin Kurosaki and Yuzu Kurosaki. We were to take out Ichigo Kurosaki if we did not find a way to use him to our advantage,” Jin stated, already getting his fax machine ready to send the papers over. Soon they had been faxed to Yamamoto and were in his hands, the man looking over them with careful eyes. “We were instructed to stalk them for as long as possible, driving them out of their house and killing them elsewhere.”
“And you did so, correct?” was the question, Jin nodding his head. “Continue.”
“Once the first part of the mission was done, we just had to wait for Ichigo Kurosaki to come to the house. After he did so, it was just a matter of starting our surveillance once more,” Jin stated, flipping to a new page.
“Did you discover anything during that time?” Yamamoto asked, Jin already sending the reports as he asked.
“Not a whole lot. Ichigo Kurosaki is a normal 20 year old male, has a store that is doing very well and lives with his godfathers’ son, one Uryuu Ishida. We also found that he is gay and does cross dress but that's just a fact of his life,” Jin stated, leaning back in his seat. “He has gotten together with a man named Shinji Hirako, a Talent who works for The Guardians as their gun expert and is now his personal guard.”
“So I see,” Yamamoto hummed, scanning over the information that was in the reports. “I have heard of The Guardians before. They are good at their jobs and at keeping their clients alive. Who called them in?”
“One Byakuya Kuchiki, the head detective of The Homicide Specialty Unit,” Jin replied, watching as Yamamoto went over the information. He thought of how he had run the mission from the very start; of how well it had run up until the moment that Ichigo Kurosaki and the Guardians had arrived. After that, it was almost as if the Bounts had lost their footing. He had a feeling that they were about to lose even more of their footing, at least if the call from the man before him was any indication. It was very worrying for the last of the job that was going to happen the next day.
“The mission has gone well so far for you and your group, Kariya, beyond a few mishaps,” Yamamoto stated. Cold chills ran up and down Jins back, feeling something bad was about to happen. “Unfortunately for you, you took the wrong job to destroy the wrong family.”
“Sir?” Jin asked, his voice strained as he curled his hands into fists, red eyes flashing brightly. This was not turning out to be good in the long run.
“Masaki Kurosaki was a second generation Talent and very strong with her ability when she had lived. Karin, Yuzu and Ichigo Kurosaki are all third generation Talents. From what I was told, Karin and Yuzu were showing signs of being able to access their abilities,” Yamamoto said, voice strong and anger creeping into his tone.
“We didn't know that, sir. Nothing in our research even hinted or suggested at that,” Jin replied, swallowing heavily.
“Of course not. When Masaki left us, we made sure that nothing could come back to haunt her, wiping out most of her past. The children never contacted us, never knew about us and never had any reason to know about us,” Yamamoto rumbled, Jins eyes going wide as his body went ice cold with fear. “Isshin Kurosaki took over calling us every six moths to tell us what was going on when Masaki died. She was my only daughter and she gave us three beautiful grandchildren who we have never met.”
“Sir...” Jin started, feeling his throat squeeze shut. They were about to be fucked over in someway, very, very soon and he was not going to enjoy it.
“From this moment on, Jin Karyia, you and every one of your Bounts are on your own. You no long have the support of the Council,” came the bone chilling decree. “You really should have been more careful about taking this job, Kariya.” With that said, Yamamoto closed down the connection, leaving Jin stock still in his seat before the laptop.
“Damn it,” he breathed before exploding into movement, tossing the computer against the wall. “DAMN IT!” he screamed as he slammed his hands down onto his desk, eyes closing. His body shook with his anger as he panted, trying to cool his blood and think clearly.
Opening cold red eyes, he took a long, deep breath as he stood straight and rolled his shoulders.
“Maybe this can be fixed,” he said, smirking as he sat down and started to rethink his plans for Ichigo Kurosaki. “This... This can be saved.”
The next day it was time for the past phase to start: Mabashi and Orihime standing before their target. Looking to his partner, who was dressed in a pair of pants and a hoodie, Mabashi smirked and flipped his phone closed, shoving it into his pocket.
“Jin sent the signal. You remember the plan right?” he asked, running a hand through the longer half of his hair, the orange locks falling back into place.
“Yes, I remember the plan,” Orihime drawled, glaring at him from under her hood. She had spent the last two days getting well fucked by Koga and training for her part before Jin had told them that his plans for Ichigo had changed just a bit, but everything else was the same. So she was standing before the Specialty Homicide Unit, getting ready to go in with Mabashi. “Are we ready to do this?” she asked.
“Yep, let’s do this,” Mabashi drawled, leading the way into the building. They easily made their way past the guard, who was under their pay roll. The guard turned off all of the cameras for them, allowing them to head into the file rooms that held all current case files before they were moved, either marked as a cold case or solved.
“I’ll start over there,” Orihime drawled, walking over to one file cabinet and opening it up, starting to rifle through the files she found there. Mabashi hummed and pulled out a small camera and gloves, pulling them on and starting to go through some files himself, occasionally pausing to snap pictures of the papers before moving on. They found the files they wanted, unknowing of the fact that they were being watched closely by Rangiku and Szayel in his video lab, both of them smirking at each other as they planned on what to do next.
“Let them come into the lab. I have all of those colored liquids that will act as props and we both know how it is laid out, so we’ll have the advantage,” Szayel purred, smirking as he stood straight, Rangiku manipulating the cameras to watch the two closer.
“We can do that. After all, we wouldn’t want all that work to go to waste. What’s your weapon of choice?” she asked, standing up and grabbing her vest, pulling off her shirt. As flamboyant as Szayel was, she knew he was as straight as an arrow, having slept with him a few times before. She had no modesty with old lovers and the man knew it, so he didn’t fuss at her for undressing partly.
“I don’t have any of my other guns, but I do have my nine,” he replied, digging out his own bullet proof vest. Tugging off his own shirt, he strapped it on as Rangiku put her own on. Their shirt and lab coats that they slid on hid their holsters and vests for them perfectly. “They’re on the move,” Szayel warned, watching as Orihime and Mabashi moved from the file room towards the labs.
“Let’s go,” Rangiku said, leading Szayel towards the lab area, pinning her hair up with a long hair stick that was also a holder for a very thin and long knife. Soi-Fon had designed it nearly a year ago while Rangiku had been learning to wield knives and swords after a case where the Guardians had worked with the Unit against a knife wielding Talent.
Szayel smirked and peeked into the lab through a back entrance, finding Orihime and Mabashi going through the planted files and evidence there.
“Good thing I’m so paranoid,” he grumbled, eyes narrowing at the sight of them going through his things. Rangiku grumbled and shook her head before pulling out her gun and smirking at her partner.
“Let’s find out if you were right about Mabashi, shall we?” she asked, Szayel smirking and reaching up to flip a switch just above the doorway.
Inside the lab, Orihime and Mabashi looked up in surprise and gazed around them, eyes narrowed as they tried to spot who had turned the lights into an orangeish glow that colored everything.
“What the fuck?” Mabashi yelled as Rangiku and Szayel burst in, guns drawn. “What do you think you’ll be able to do? Huh? You’ve never met someone like me!” he yelled. Feeling his ability stir, a pressure at the back of his neck, he smirked and let it go, trying to wrap it around Szayels mind, frowning as it fizzled out. Szayel snickered and waved a finger at him, mocking him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he cooed, dark pink eyes wide over his smirk. “Naughty, naughty, Mabashi-san. None of that now.” Mabashi jerked, eyes wide as Orihime winced and tried to shift enough to mess with the twos minds.
“How do you know who I am?” he asked, nearly feral in his anger and worry, Szayel laughing and rolling his shoulders.
“I have my sources, little boy,” he growled lowly, bringing up his gun as Mabashi lunged forward, firing at him and missing. Orihime screamed and dived for the ground, her concentration broken as Rangiku staggered and shook her head. Szayel moved, dragging her down onto the ground as Mabashi fired at them, having ducked behind the lab table.
“Damn, the little bitch almost got under my shields,” Rangiku snarled, slowly taking a deep breath before letting it out and rebuilding the section that Orihime had undermined. A gun shot hit near their heads, making them wince and duck down a bit further. “So, what do we do?” she asked, looking over the edge of the table before aiming her gun quickly and firing several shots in rapid succession.
“We get around him and force him to give up,” Szayel stated, popping up while Rangiku ducked down, firing his own shots. It was the sound of Mabashi yelping that covered the sound of the door closing behind Orihime as she ran away, leaving him to his fate.
“We can do that,” Rangiku said, smiling at her friend as he once more ducked down. “Shall I? You’re a better shot then I am.”
“Yeah. Go around near the cabinets. They throw enough shadows to hide you in this light,” he said, nodding his head towards the bank of cabinets. Waiting until Mabashi was done with firing, she slinked towards the wall, hugging it as Szayel covered her by emptying his clip around Mabashi, keeping him in the general area that they wanted him in. Sliding up behind him, Rangiku yelled out in surprise when her target whipped around, smacking her hand and making her drop her gun.
Ducking backwards to dodge the attack, she reached upwards and pulled out the small knife, swinging it out with a snarl on her face.
“Just give it up, Mabashi! We’ll take you down anyway we can,” she cried out as she continued to move, making sure not to hit any tables.
“Damn it, Rangiku, move out of the way,” Szayel snarled, trying to aim so he could shoot without hurting her.
“I won’t go down, you big chested whore,” Mabashi growled, eyes wild as he kept trying to get a bead on her. “I’ll gut you and dance in your intestines!” he howled. Rangiku snorted and lunged forward, slashing her knife upwards and managed to slice at his hand, opening a deep wound with a spray of blood.
Mabashi cried out and fell to his knees, holding his hand tightly as Rangiku kicked his weapon to the side, holding her own at the ready, having grabbed it when she could. Szayel came around the tables, pointing his gun at the kneeling man as he made sure that he couldn’t do anything stupid without the danger of being shot at.
“Rangiku, would you be so kind as to put those specialized cuffs onto Mabashi-san?” Szayel growled, getting an eye on him. “And then we can treat that wound of his so he doesn’t end up bleeding out. It seems as if you cut rather deep,” he drawled. Rangiku snickered and grabbed the cuffs, quickly snapping them on his wrists. Mabashi screeched in horror at the feel of his powers which had been a constant hum in the back of his head suddenly cut off.
“Like ‘em? Szayel has been working on them and the lights since the first case that came to light that had been done by the Bounts,” Rangiku said, dragging Mabashi up and shoving him down onto a work stool, Szayel keeping his gun on the nearly catatonic man. “It seals your abilities away and makes it so you can’t use them,” she said, wrapping the wound with a bit of gauze.
“And once your processed, you will have a cuff that you won’t be able to get off without a special key,” Szayel stated, putting his gun away as Rangiku shifted Mabashi so that his hands were behind his back. Once that was done, the two took him to the intake area where Hitsugaya waited with the single cuff to be placed around Mabashis’ ankle and to interview the man.
Now all they had to was wait for the rest of the group, Rangiku begging Szayel to massage the muscles she had tugged during the fight.
As Mabashi was being taken down, Ryo was muttering as he shifted through various files, feeding them through the scanner as the light flickered above him. He scowled and placed the latest pile of files back into their drawer. He had been told to go in early, ten minutes early to be precise, due to the very fact that his part of the mission was going to take the longest. He had been working for the past 20 minutes and the others were just starting their part of the mission.
“Why the fuck am I the one having to do the most tedious of all the jobs?” Ryo asked himself out loud, pulling out a new stack of folders.
“Probably because you suck at fighting,” a drawling voice said, seemingly coming from thin air. Ryo jerked around, eyes wide as he ran his eyes over the walls and floors.
“What the fuck is that?” he snarled, reaching for his whip as snickers filled the air. He couldn’t figure out where the voice was coming from, making his ire growing with each snicker and a bark of laughter.
“You wanna know? Really?” the voice cooed, a second voice giggling in the background, adding to his anger that was heating his blood.
“Where are you, you bastard?” Ryo growled, eyes flashing with the electricity that flowed through his body. “Who are you?”

”Now, that wasn’t very nice, Ryo-san, calling him a bastard,” a second voice drawled, sounding as if it was scolding him. “He’s hot headed and liable to insult and prod at you, but he’s a rather nice guy all around.”
“But if you want to know who I am, well I’m not going to tell you right now,” the first voice said, laughter present in its tone.
“We will let you have a chance at finding us though,” the second voice said musingly. “But first, we really need to close those file drawers. After all, we can’t have all those files getting destroyed in any fight that happens,” it continued, Ryo pinning it as a male. The sound of slamming metal drawers behind him made him jerk around, eyes watching as the file drawers slammed shut one by one before him.
“No!” he cried out, reaching forward to try to open the drawers, finding them locked, unwilling to move no matter how much he pulled at them.
“I have to tell ya, those drawers are specially made for the Homicide Specialty Unit by a specialty lock smith,” the first voice told him. Ryo growled and changed one hand, white-blue electricity dancing around his fingers before he punched the drawer, watching it dance up and down the file cabinet. “That won’t work, Ryo-san.”
“Yeah. You just locked it until the fail safe is killed, by whom, we’re not quite sure,” the second voice snickered. “What are you gonna do next huh?” Growling once more, Ryo tugged at the drawer, finding that it was indeed locked even tighter.
“You stupid fucks! Where are you two? Huh?” he asked, snarling as he slammed open one door out into the hallway. The two voices laughed lowly at him as he looked up and down the hallway.
“How about we play a game? Hot and cold. When you’re hot, we’ll tell ya, when you’re cold, we’ll tell ya,” the first voice drawled, his partner snickering in the background once more. “All you have to do is start walkin’,” he stated.
“Fine, let’s play your game. And when I find you, I’m going to enjoy ripping into you and tasting your blood if I don’t end up killing you slowly,” Ryo said, smirking at a visible camera. The two voices snickered over whatever way they were communicating with him.
“What ever you say. Start movin’. The clock is a tickin’,” voice one drawled, the other man making tick tock noises.
“Fuck you,” Ryo growled, heading down the left section, getting snickers from his almost ghostly companions.
“You’re warm at the least,” the second voice cooed before laughing lowly as Ryo continued to run through the halls. Using the game to find the room that more then likely held his targets, he unfurled his whip, feeling his power flow through him and down the whip, crackling over the mix of leather and metals.
“So you’re hot. What are you going to do now?” the first voice asked, laughing lowly. Ryo smirked and shoved open the door, eyes finding a figure sitting before a bank of monitors, facing him. Whipping his weapon at the figure, he growled happily as it wrapped around the figures neck, sending electricity down his whip and into the body. It jerked and twitched with the power before it fell to the floor with a dull thump.
Having expected a wetter thud, he cautiously walked over to the body and poked at it with a foot as he tugged his whip free. Ryo cursed as all he found was a charred dummy as dual snickers coming from behind him. Whirling around, he didn’t have enough time to truly process the tranquilizer gun in the blue haired mans hands, even as he fired and the dart hit. Looking down, Ryo reached up with his free hand, touching the feathered dart that stuck out of his chest before going limp, the sleeping agent working fast.
“That almost seemed like cheating, it was so damn easy,” Grimmjow said, his eyes half lidded, almost bored looking as he and Jyuushiro walked over to the sprawled out man.
“The joy of having advanced warning is the ability of planning on how to play with the target,” Jyuushiro hummed as he knelt down to place the ankle cuff around Ryos ankle. The feeling of electrical charge died off as the man twitched on the ground. “Do you think that the others are almost done?” he asked as Grimmjow moved over to a closet, pulling out a wheelchair.
“Knowing them? Probably not,” Grimmjow replied, making sure that the wheelchair brakes were locked into place. Kneeling down, he helped heft Ryos body into the wheelchair, Jyuushiro grunting as they sat him down. “Got the cuffs?”
“Yeah, I do,” Jyuushiro said, pulling out the cuffs and securing them around Ryos wrists before yanking the dart out. “Well, at least we weren’t hurt. Though, I do pity your test dummy,” he said, picking up the dummy and flipping the lights on, flooding the building and fixing the flickering lights with a single button. “Got to love the security set up.”
“Indeed. I’m gonna have to have Aizen-san get specs for our building,” Grimmjow drawled as he frisked Ryo, removing several vials carefully, handing them over to Jyuushiro, who placed them in a case with foam to keep them in one piece.
“I’m sure Byakuya-san will be happy to go over them with Aizen-san, that is if he hasn’t already, with the way those two have been hanging out. If I didn’t know any better, I would say they were screwing,” Jyuushiro stated, coiling the whip and placing it last into the case, closing it up. “The only reason why I don’t think they are is because Byakuya-san is with Renji-san, and neither of them are likely to stray.”
“I thought that you couldn’t be partners, much less work in the same unit if you were dating that person,” Grimmjow drawled as he released the brakes.
“They tried separating those two when they first got together,” Jyuushiro said, Grimmjow pushing the wheelchair towards the doorway. “It wasn’t very pretty in the long run. It lasted for a few weeks before they sent Renji back,” he continued, carrying the case carefully.
“I see,” Grimmjow said, shaking his head as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he found a text from Szayel and opened it. “Looks like they caught their target. Rangiku is a bit sore from her fight with Mabashi and it looks as if they were having a shoot out.”
“At least they had been able to catch him,” Jyuushiro chirped as they walked to their car. Soon, the two had Ryo stashed in the back of the car and were on their way to the station, waiting for the rest of the messages that would tell them that the others had finished their parts.
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