Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story I do not make money off of this fic, all rights are reserved for their respective creators. Again, I do Not own Bleach, nor do I make money off of this fic..

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Ichigo’s and Grimmjow’s apprehension of the grower led them to some fame among their fellow squad members, especially Grimmjow throwing the guy through a window. As Ichigo had expected, the Captain chewed Grimmjow a new asshole over the brutality of it, but since the police car camera hadn’t captured it, no one really could prove otherwise that Juro hadn’t really “jumped.” And Ichigo sure as hell wouldn’t say otherwise. That would just bring unnecessary grief to the Captain, and besides, Juro deserved what he got from Grimmjow after the way he beat that poor girl.
            A month later and everyone was still talking about it. Every day after work Renji asked Grimmjow to go to the bar or to come work out, and every day Grimmjow had declined, muttering something about not participating in “extra-curriculars with co-workers”. Ichigo thought he was a stuck up asshole, always rushing out of work the minute he got the okay to leave. They still hadn’t gotten to know each other at all, their relationship consisting of being the best cops they knew how to be- which meant having each other’s backs, and a small mutual respect for each other based on their performance together.
            Rukia giggled all the time, saying Grimmjow brought out the worst in Ichigo. A month together in a squad car had them bickering all the time and calling each other the most offensive things they could think of. He didn’t know what it was about that blue haired bastard that made his blood boil and sent him into a competitive overdrive. Rangiku said it was because they both had too much testosterone.
            Their bust of Juro had enlightened Ichigo and the rest of the squad of the new drug on the market: Pantera. A new strand of marijuana laced with PCP that makes the user experience strong hallucinations and have illusions of grandeur and strength. Downsides of the drug were extreme paranoia and violence. This drug appeared to be getting out to the masses and being controlled through Espada, giving Ichigo even more reason to go after those bastards. Grimmjow had offered up in a squad meeting that the drug had even spread to Las Noches, but it wasn’t rampant like it was here.
            That was what Juro had been growing; they caught him with ten plants of his own and two one pound bags of the stuff that was designated to go to a seller, who, they hadn’t squeezed from Juro yet. Grimmjow had done the report on the bust and the initial find, but they had turned the case over to Aizen and Gin from the Narcotics department, the squad that had arrived on scene for back up. Since then, Unit 6 wasn’t the only one turning up small amounts of this drug on 25% of the people they encountered making some sort of infraction of the law. It was maddening. The Narcotics division had busted two more growers in various areas of Hueco Mundo and they had probably a good 25 pounds of it in evidence.

            Grimmjow hadn’t even seen it coming. He sat in the chair in the Captain’s office across from the Captain and the Deputy Inspector of Narcotics, Uryu Ishida.
            “I swear on everything that my report was correct, Captain!” Grimmjow said, clenching the arms of the chair in anger.
            “So, then are you insinuating that the error is on the part of my division?” sniped Ishida, a glare flashing across his glasses.
            “I ain’t insinuating shit, I’m sayin’ it is!” snapped Grimmjow, jumping to his feet.
            “Enough!” commanded Captain Kuchiki, frowning.
            Grimmjow bit his lip furiously as the Captain scanned through a mess of papers on his desk. Grimmjow’s report had said there were two one pound bags; Aizen’s said that there were only two three quarter pound bags. The report from evidence also weighed it in at two three quarter pounds. The dilemma here was that something wasn’t right, two quarter pounds of a heinous drug were missing, and now Internal Affairs was going to have to get involved. Based on the reports from the Narcotics division and Evidence, Grimmjow appeared suspicious. The Captain knew, and Grimmjow knew it too.
            “If I could have a word with my officer, please Ishida, I would be grateful. Maybe you could go tell his partner I wish to speak with him as well?” Byakuya asked cordially.
            Ishida nodded and briskly left the office. The minute the door snapped shut, Grimmjow bolted from the chair and slammed his hands down on the Captain’s desk.
            “Captain, please tell me you don’t believe this bullshit! I did a year in the slammer for slangin’ drow when I was 17, why the hell you think I became a cop, the very thing we all hated from my side of town? To turn around and pull some bullshit like this? Hell no! You know what my salary is, and my record. I’ve been an exemplary cop for Las Noches for 9 years and been damn good here so far. I don’t know why but I swear I’m being set up!”
            “Officer Jeagerjaques, allow me to remind you that I am the Captain of this establishment, so remove yourself from my desk, sit down, and compose yourself,” Byakuya commanded in an icy tone. He watched the blue haired man sit down furiously and take a couple deep breathes while he thought about everything for a second. Grimmjow glared a hole in the ground while Byakuya figured out how to proceed.
            “Alright Jeagerjaques, this is what is going to happen, and if you interrupt me with another outburst I assure you it will get ugly in here,” warned Byakuya coolly. Grimmjow frowned but met his Captain’s gaze, knowing he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear.
            “Impending investigation, you will be suspended from duty with full pay. Since I believe you and you assure me that you are innocent, I’m sure the investigation will also prove the same, so you should have nothing to worry about. No one is going to know except Ichigo, who will be ordered to say nothing about your sudden absence from the squad; because I have a feeling there is something not up to par in Narcotics. Stand and I will walk you to the door.”
            Grimmjow walked with the Captain to the door of his office, catching a small smirk from the Captain just before he sucker punched him in the gut. Grimmjow curled into himself and Byakuya said as he opened the door, “Please get better soon, Officer Jeagerjaques, I hear hernias are absolutely terrible. Take as much time as you need.”

            Ichigo sat in Captain Kuchiki’s office, wondering what the hell was going on. Grimmjow had staggered out of the captain’s office clutching his gut, looking both super pissed and like he may lose his breakfast. He heard the captain mention something about hernias before he was told to wait for the captain to return, who stepped into the conference room with the Deputy Inspector of Narcotics and a few guys in suits.
            The Captain’s office was painted a cool gray, his desk and all the leather chairs black and chrome to offset it. His awards and promotions were displayed in black frames on the walls. Many filing cabinets adorned the space, and a few plants. A sole picture of the Captain’s deceased wife set on his desk next to his computer monitor. Everything was orderly and neat, as Ichigo would expect of his meticulous captain. However, there was one file lying open and askew on the desk, emblazoned Jeagerjaques in black sharpie.
            Ichigo bit his lip, knowing what was at stake by even peeking a little bit at that file. But curiosity was overruling his honor at the moment. Looking back at the closed door, he figured just a quick look wouldn’t hurt. He stood and cocked his head at an angle to read the papers, not daring to touch them out of fear Kuchiki probably memorized the exact way they had fallen onto the desk.
            He found breathing became difficult the more he read of this report. Grimmjow was under investigation for stealing evidence from a crime scene? What the fuck? He did time for dealing, oh and the icing on the cake, Grimmjow was ex-Espada. Internal Affairs had everything on him, a mile long “expunged” delinquency record, his Academy scores, his record from Las Noches. But Ichigo couldn’t focus on anything except he had been riding around in a squad car for the last month with a guy who’d been a member of Espada as a teen. His chest was tight.
            He stumbled backwards and hit the chair, falling down in to it. He put his head in his hands and fisted his orange spikes. This was so fucked up. Had Grimmjow really stole that weed? Ichigo had been dealing with the girls when Grimmjow weighed and bagged the evidence before the Narcotics squad took over. And Grimmjow was always disappearing after work, why, to sell drugs?
            It didn’t make sense. Ichigo didn’t exactly like Grimmjow, but he didn’t sense that he was that kind of guy. In the month he’d worked with the guy, he’d never seen a police officer take his job so seriously. Grimmjow was rough, brass, unpredictable, and maybe bent the rules some, but he seemed adamant to clean up the streets while he was on them with Ichigo. Something wasn’t adding up here.
            The door flew open and Ichigo’s head snapped up, meeting the concerned gaze of Renji.
            “Hey man, Captain tells me to tell you that you are to take a PTO day. You ok? You look pale.”
            “Uh, yeah, I’ll be ok. I think I just ate some bad yogurt for breakfast. Tell the Captain I’ll see him bright and early here tomorrow to continue this meeting,” Ichigo replied, sighing and heaving himself from the chair, ignoring the confused look Renji was giving him.
            “Be careful out there on run,” Ichigo said with a smirk.
            “Always,” commented Renji with a smile.
            Nothing made more sense after Ichigo took a shower to try to sort his brain, so he dressed himself in slim fit black jeans and a form fitting black tee and slid into his motorcycle boots. He looked up Grimmjow’s address online -hey, it was public record-and decided he was going to surprise his partner and get some answers. He was sick of being in the dark and more importantly he was pissed off about the whole Espada thing. He was going to make sure that blue haired bastard knew it, too.
            Jacket on and helmet in place, Ichigo sped off on his black and chrome Harley toward the lower West side of Hueco Mundo. About fifteen minutes from where he lived was the community of Westnidge, where wealthier residents tended to live, with gated communities and manicured lawns that led to giant houses. Grimmjow lived just inside the ritzy district in a condo building a lot like Ichigo’s, except that it came with more amenities and a higher price tag. He parked his bike and took off his helmet, bracing himself for the unexpected.
            He strolled up the paved walkway that was framed with gorgeous smelling flowers to the golden handled doors. He threw them open with confidence and stepped into the marble floored lobby. Spotting a brown haired girl behind the large oak reception desk, he walked over and leaned onto the granite top until she looked up and blushed.
            “Can I help you, sir?”
            “You certainly can, I’m supposed to be meeting with a Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. He neglected to tell me his room number on the phone; he’s interested in purchasing my bike from me.”
            “Oh,” replied the mousey looking young woman, “He’s in 1026 on the 6^th floor, and I’ll just call him and let him know you’ve arrived.”
            “There’s no need to disturb him further Miss, I’ll just go up. You’ve been a great help,” replied Ichigo with a one hundred dollar smile.
            She blushed deeper and nodded, busying herself with a stack of papers as Ichigo turned and headed for the elevator. When it arrived he stepped in, and just before the door closed he waved goodbye to the girl, who looked as though she may pass out from all the attention Ichigo had given her. He smirked when the door closed. At least his idiot dad had passed on his handsomeness if nothing else.

            By the time he got to floor 6, Ichigo’s confidence withered away. He had half a mind to turn around with his tail between his legs and just let the department sort this out, and buy into whatever they told him. But something in his gut pushed him out of the elevator and down the hall to stand in front of a white door with the golden plated numbers 1026 shining back at him. It was now or never. Ichigo knocked.
            Grimmjow heard a knock at his door and scowled. Who the hell was at his door? Why hadn’t that damn girl at the desk let him know he had a visitor? He belted his slacks and threw his towel over the rack, leaving his white shirt billowing as he hurried to the door, the knocking growing more persistent. The monitor in the hall showed a black clad figure with the orangest hair, and Grimmjow’s scowl grew deeper. How the fuck did the berry figure out where he lived?
            The door flew open, and Ichigo was immediately taken aback. Grimmjow’s bright blue hair was dripping, darkened by the water and some of it was trailing its way down his corded neck and sliding down his muscular chest. And those abs, holy shit was he chiseled! Grimmjow’s clipped “what do you want?” brought him back to why he was here, and the brief attraction instantly transformed into a whirlwind of anger. His eyes darkened as he stepped forward, using one hand to shove Grimmjow backwards into the house, kicking the door shut with a booted foot.
            Grimmjow was so taken aback by the sudden change in his partner that his shock rendered him senseless, letting the now infuriated Ichigo shove him backward into his own house, hollering a string of madness that didn’t make sense. Ichigo kept shoving him in the chest with one hand, using the other to gesture violently as he growled at Grimmjow furiously about wanting answers. Grimmjow lurched backwards with every shove, his body reacting mechanically to his surroundings as Kurosaki shoved him back through the hallway and into the living room, getting angrier by the second. After sidestepping an end table, Grimmjow remembered where and who he was, the initial shock of the sudden and berating appearance of his partner dissipating as fast as it had come on.
            It was Grimmjow’s turn to snap, catching Kurosaki’s shoving hand by the wrist and snatching him by the collar of his leather jacket with the other. Ichigo barely had time to brace himself before Grimmjow swung him around, lifting him by his jacket a foot off the ground and smashing him into a nearby wall. Ichigo’s breath whooshed out of his lungs and the back of his head ricocheted off the drywall with a crack. His eyes widened in pain and shock as Grimmjow let him slide to his feet, but didn’t let go of his hold. His partner used his body weight to pin him to the wall, towering over him, his icy eyes boring into Ichigo’s like shards of glass.
            “Listen to me good, berry, cuz I don’t like repeating myself. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, why you are here, or what the hell you are going on about. But let me make something perfectly clear, you are on my turf, and if you ever come at me like that ever again in my own home, we are gonna have some serious issues, capice’?”
            Ichigo nodded, swallowing thickly as Grimmjow stared down at him. Ichigo could feel him loosen his grip slightly and decided that Grimmjow wasn’t going to kill him, so he dared to speak, his earlier determination returning.
            “Why didn’t you tell me you were ex Espada?”
            “Ya never asked me shit, but now ya interested cuz you smell trouble?”
            “Yes,” Ichigo replied softly, looking down guiltily.
            Grimmjow released him and stalked haughtily toward the center of the room, peeling off his dress shirt and tossing it onto the cream colored leather couch. Ichigo could see a gothic 6 inked into the skin of his lower back, a sign of his rank within the gang. His eyes followed the curve of Grimmjow’s spine up to meet his eyes as he looked over his shoulder back at Ichigo.
            Sighing, he asked, “So where ya want me to start?”
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Streets of Hueco Mundo