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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: 28

Pairings: Many

Word count: 2,134

AN: To note, please understand that for the next month I will either be early or late with updates. This is because I'm mourning a close friend and brother like person. He died on 11-7-2-13 at 5:45PM. I was close to him and I'm close to his wife, who is a very close friend.
Thank you.
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Laying Ichigo down onto the bed, Jin stood straight and smirked at the sight of the red head, still knocked out. While the rest of the Bounts had been doing their parts of the mission and more than likely being captured, he had been out capturing Ichigo. It had been rather easy to snatch him, his target having left his house to accept a few large packages of something or another at the back gate. As he had been looking over them, Jin had been able to drive up, yank Ichigo into his car and drug him asleep.
The knock out agent would be wearing off soon but Jin wasn’t too worried about that at the moment. He had enough time to call the ones that he wanted to really talk to.
Moving away from the bed, leaving Ichigo tied up, his arms raised over his head, Jin sat down at his desk and pressed the call button on the computer before him, waiting for Yamamoto to pick up so he could start on the last part of his plan. He was going to have to restart everything but he had no doubt that the little bait that he had tied up on his bed would help him in the long run.
He was going to have to have his name wiped out of all databases that were all accessible by any law enforcement agencies, but it was possible.
Smirking, Jin sat up and gazed at the screen as Yamamoto came on, scowling at him.
“Jin Kariya, you were to never call us for anything ever again,” the older man snarled, looking highly displeased with the fact that he was doing just that. Jin just pointed his laptop at his bed as Ichigo moaned and shifted on the bed.
“I have a very special someone in my possession. His Guardian appointed bodyguard and boyfriend was very, very sloppy in letting our dear Ichigo out of the house all alone, even if it was just to get a few boxes,” Jin purred, laughter tinting his voice as Yamamotos snarl came over the line loud and clear. “Now, now, no need to get huffy about it. I won’t hurt him.”
“For what is the question,” Yamamoto stated as Jin turned the computer around to face him again. The older man glared from the screen, pulling a smirk from him.
“Yep. You’re very smart, Yamamoto-san, that’s why I respect you so very much,” Jin said, smirking as he sat back.
“What do you want?” Yamamoto asked, eyes flashing under his eyebrows. Jin smiled, the smugness that was spreading through his body evident.
“Now calm down, I’m going to tell you, don’t worry about that,” he stated, eyes flashing with his delight at having Yamamoto under his thumb for the first time ever. “Now, this is how it will be working. I will tell you what I want and how I want it to happen. In exchange, I will hand over your precious little Ichigo to you, in one piece and alive. I will not kill him, nor will I hurt him. You don’t do what I want and we disappear until I start sending back parts of his pretty little body, starting with his feet.”
Yamamoto jerked, his eyes wide as he swallowed at the threat. He knew that the Guardians would be hunting Jin down at that moment, so he was still calm, but he had to put a façade of worry for his grandson. There was no reason to tip Jin off about the plan.
“Very well. Tell me what you want,” he stated, gazing at Jin steadily, hands curled into fists under his desk, wondering just what the man would ask for.
“First, I need you to take your best hacker and wipe all the nasty information about me in every law enforcement agency that you can. I want to be nothing more than a faceless business owner.”
“It’ll take time to do that,” Yamamoto stated, looking at someone off screen.
“At least four hours to do basic information. Most case files that deal with the Boutns don’t have their names,” the person stated. “Then I have to run details about their missions and figure out who did what and if it matches the case.”
“You’ve heard him. What else do you want?” Yamamoto asked, leaning back and stroking his beard as he gazed at Jin.
“That’s fine. I can give you a day or so to do that, especially since I doubt that anyone has this address,” Jin drawled, smiling softly. “Next, I want the following items sent to the address that is at the top of the page,” he stated, pressing the fax button on the all in one machine next to his computer. After a moment, a hand was holding out the pages to Yamamoto who ran over the long list.
“You want a private house in an extradition free country?” he asked, looking up as Jin shrugged.
“I’m thinking of retiring after all of this,” Jin replied, brushing a hand over his pants to smooth out a wrinkle. Yamamoto hummed and continued to read over the information.
“Money, weapons of various styles, new IDs with various names…” Yamamoto said, trailing off as he placed the list down. “I will get back to you about this in a few days, Kariya. When will you give Ichigo back over to his bodyguard?” he asked, Jin smiling lightly.
“Once I’m on my plane and over international waters, I will call and tell you where they can find the sweet Ichigo,” he promised, legs crossed as he flicked his wrist. “I have no doubt that you won’t go back on your word.”
“Of course not,” Yamamoto stated, handing the list off to someone else. “Again, I will contact you in a few days. Keep your phone and laptop close,” he said before the feed cut off. Jin laughed lowly and gazed at Ichigo who was starting to wake up again, twisting his writs and hands.
“Good morning, Ichigo Kurosaki,” Jin purred, standing up and walking over to the bed. Ichigo frowned and looked up at his hands. “I do suggest you get comfortable, Ichi-chan. We’re going to be here for a couple of days,” he said, sitting down and picking up one lock of red-orange hair and fingering it with a smile.
“Where am I?” Ichigo rasped. Jin stood up and moved to a small fridge, opening it and taking out a small bottle of water. Opening it, he walked back over to the bed and sat down, helping Ichigo sit up against the headboard and take a sip of water. “You didn’t answer me,” he said, gazing at Jin with a steady look.
“You are in my home. To be precise, my bedroom,” Jin replied as he leant back on one hand. “You’ll remain bound until I leave and your friends in the Guardians find you, which won’t be until I call them.”
“I know who you are now. You’re Jin Kariya, the leader of the Bounts and the one who accepted the stupid mission of killing my family,” Ichigo stated, Jin cocking an eyebrow as his lips twitched in amusement.

“Yeah, they told me. They told me everything,” he purred, eyes glinting with the promise of knowledge. “They told me how you committed arson and killed your parents that way, along with several other people.
“They also told me how you went through school with a silver spoon in your mouth and how you gathered all those Talents to you and how you’ve been using them ever since. Pathetic. What? Are you so limp dicked that you can’t kill someone on your own? You have to use children and old guys to do your dirty work?” Ichigo sneered as Jin walked slightly away. Ichigo could see the door to the closet slowly open, making him frown before clearing his face and sneering at Jin once more.
“Shut up, you stupid slut!” Jin growled, spinning around and backing handing Ichigo, making him yelp and land hard enough back on the bed to bounce.
“Ahh, that kinda hurt,” Ichigo panted as he sat up, fingering his cheek with a frown. “What was that for huh? Pissed that I told the truth?” he asked, glaring at the man before smirking and snorting slightly. “Oh, wait, I bet you didn’t like the limp dicked comment much did you?”
“I said, shut the fuck up!” Jin roared, moving to smack the red head again. Ichigo blinked from his spot on the bed, a few strands of hair that had been cut from the side of his head fell to the bed as bullet thudded in the wall behind him, he watched as Jin jerked and looked down at his shoulder. Lifting his hand, he touched the blood spot that was spreading down the front of his shirt. “What?” he breathed, looking up and seeing Ichigo staring wide eyed over his shoulder.
Turning, Jin felt the surprise seep through him when he saw Yoshino standing there, holding a gun out before her, her face contorted into a snarl. They barely registered the sound of Ichigo falling over the side of the bed to get out of the way of any other bullets to come.
“I got here before you, you giant idiot, and I know everything! You’ve done nothing but lie to me for years, ever since we were children and now you’re gonna for it,” Yoshino snarled, eyes glistening with tears as she aimed again. “You hurt so many of us, so many people, and for nothing but your own selfish reasons,” she screamed. “So you will die now!”
“You traitorous bitch,” Jin snarled, lurching forward before jerking again as Yoshino shot him a second time, her eyes dark.
“And you were a lying, murderous son of a bitch who should have been shot years ago,” she stated as Jin went down finally. Dropping the gun and walking around the slowly growing blood pool, she walked around the bed and found Ichigo curled on the floor, hiding his ears with his arms. Leaning down, she stroked a hand over his arm, getting a wide eyed look from the young man. “Come on. Let’s get you free and downstairs,” she said softly. Ichigo nodded and stood up slowly. “Don’t look at him.”
“I won’t,” he said, keeping his eyes on Yoshino. “Who are you?” he asked as she led him away from the bedroom and down the stairs.
“I’m Yoshino and yes, I worked for Jin as a Bount,” she admitted, Ichigo staring at her with a frown. “Yeah, I was supposed to be going after your friend, Hanatoru, but they told me all about Jins lies and I came here,” she said, getting Ichigo to sit. Brushing her fingers over the rising bruise, she winced and pulled out a knife to work on the restraints around his wrists. “That’s going to be a bright one.”
“Thank you for helping me,” Ichigo finally said, Yoshino smiling softly and tweaking his nose.
“I called your friends, told them to just walk on in when they get here,” she said, sitting down across from him. “They should be here any minute now.”
“Ichigo!” Shinji called from the front hallway, drawing their eyes as he appeared in the doorway. He was holding his gun out, using a sweeping movement as he was followed by Ikkaku and Shunsui, both of them holding their own guns.
“Shinji-kun, I’m not going to pounce you while you’re holding that gun,” Ichigo stated as he stood up. Shinji stared at him for a moment before quickly putting his gun away into its holster, holding out his arms. Ichigo smiled and ran to his boyfriend, jumping on him to wrap his arms and legs tightly around Shinjis waist and neck, the blond hauling him close to his body.
“Jin is dead, upstairs and to the left,” Yoshino stated as she stood up and held out her hands. Shunsui came over, placing a pair of regulation cuffs around her wrists.

”We’ll get a tech to get his body, Shinji-kun. Head on off with Ichi-chan there. Get pictures and his statement at the Units office. Byakuya-kun should be there at least,” Ikkaku said, Shinji nodding, not letting go of Ichigo as he headed out.
“Come on, Yoshino-san. We’re gonna need your statement,” Shunsui said, drawing her out of the house as Ikkaku pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
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