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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters. Tite Kobe does. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Like a Bullet
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 2
Pairings: To Be Announced
Word Count: 2,986
Edited by: Cutsycat
AN: Have you ever had one of those “Wow! Holy Fuck!” moments? Yeah…I’m having one of those moments right now. For those who are a part of the Y!Gallery community, you know what has been going on and how slow the site has been for the past while. But suddenly it’s like super speed when you load a page on it. O.o Holy…
Yeah, just had to say that. Enjoy this story.
Reviews: deviouslildevil: *chuckles* It is a very interesting story, that’s for sure. And I’ve since fixed that problem. If you’re still seeing it, I have no idea what to tell ya.
sabaku_lotus: *chuckles* Yes, it has much potential considering it was finished back in 2011. ;) It was my NaNo story and I was experimenting with it. It gets a little happier as things go on but I’m sure that you’ll enjoy as I post.

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“I have a feeling that we’re going to be doing a lot of cleaning. How about you call the store to tell them that we’re here and what we’ve seen, okay?” Ryuuken suggested, Ichigo nodding and going to do so. Once he had called the shop, finding that Hanatoru had already headed home, he sighed and shoved a bit of reddish hair back. Ichigo slid his eyes over the house that was covered in dust with a tight look on his face.
“Ryuuken, can you call Hanatoru-kun and see if he could get my cleaning supplies from my shared apartment and bring them here? Why waste too much money on new supplies when we have good ones still,” he said, Ryuuken nodding his head, already pulling out his phone with a smirk. Getting Hanatoru on the line, he had his lover gather cleaning clothing for Ichigo and himself along with the supplies, along with everyday outfits for himself.
Ichigo moved around the rooms, opening curtains and windows to air out the house before the sound of his footsteps heading up the stairs reached Ryuuken's ears.
Flipping his phone closed, Ryuuken listened as the sounds of Ichigo walking around upstairs suddenly stopped. Waiting for a moment to see if they would start again, he bounded up the stairs, soon finding himself standing in a room that held nothing but a bare bed, a table, lamp, a desk and a chair that went with the desk.
It was Ichigo's childhood bedroom, the younger male standing by the bed and stroking a stuffed lion like creature, tears evident in his eyes.
“Ichigo-chan?” Ryuuken asked, unsurprised at the light sniff as Ichigo looked up.
“I thought that Isshin had thrown him away after I was kicked out. By the time I was able to get back to get the rest of my stuff, he was gone,” Ichigo sighed lowly, eyes blinking several times. “Mom gave me Kon, as I’m sure you remember.”
“Is it really Kon? I’m shocked that it is still in such good condition,” Ryuuken hummed, moving to stand next to his godson and idly playing with the tuff of fur on top of its head. “It has been so long since I have seen it,” he teased, watching Ichigo happily hug the stuffed animal close with a small smile on his lips.
“Will Hanatoru-kun be here soon?” he asked, tone curious. Ryuuken nodded, leading the way to the other rooms that looked much like they had before Ichigo had left. Opening the curtains in the girls’ room, they looked around for a few moments before Ichigo stalked over to the closet. Jerking the door open, they both stared at the empty closet that had a splash of bloody red paint, a macabre sight against the stark white of the wall.
“That’s not blood is it?” Ichigo breathed out, his eyes wide and body trembling. He really hoped that it was paint like it looked, but couldn’t be sure since it was still dripping.
“No, it’s too bright. It’s red paint, fresh by the looks of it. Come, let’s continue to look around. I have a feeling that they left in a hurry if only their clothes are gone, but everything else is here,” Ryuuken drawled, drawing Ichigo away from the closet, heading into Isshin's room after peeking into the bathroom, finding the bedroom the same as before. The only odd thing was the empty drawer that sat on the floor, looking as if it had been set there and left. In the closet, they found another splash of paint on the wall, looking marginally fresher then the splash in the girls’ closet. “I think we need to speak with the police about what happened, and we should really see if we can’t find any of their journals. Something tells me that something was going on and they’ll tell us what.”
“Yeah. I know dad kept a daily journal and the twins had started about when I left,” Ichigo breathed, Ryuuken nodding as they headed down the stairs. “I need to get pictures of the paint splashes, see if it’s important,” he muttered, eyes dark as they walked into the kitchen.
The two took the time to shift through the cupboards, finding tea and a well stocked pantry. The freezer was also full, but the main refrigerator was empty outside of a box of cereal, a box of baking soda and a small thing of baking powder. Finding the kettle, Ichigo set about making tea for them, finding the movements soothing to his suddenly frazzled nerves. Serving it, he sat with Ryuuken at the table, waiting for Hanatoru to arrive, Ichigo getting the number to the police to call once his friend was there and they had time.
The sound of a car pulling up drew the two out of their thoughts, Ichigo moving to open the door with a smile. Hanatoru smiled in return as he stepped out of his car and opened the trunk to pull out a too large duffle bag.
“Ishida-kun packed you a bag and I packed Ryuuken-san one, along with our vacuum,” he chirped, as he walked up to the door, making Ichigo blink.
“Why in the world did you pack your vacuum?” Ichigo asked, laughter escaping him. Hanatoru just smirked and raised an eyebrow at his friend.
“Because it’s powerful, lightweight and has a bin instead of a bag,” Hanatoru stated before walking in, Ryuuken slipping past with a smile dancing on his lips. “I also brought you cold food. I figured you wouldn’t have a lot.”
“Thank, Hanatoru-kun. Can you put the bags in the living room?” Ichigo asked, moving to help Ryuuken unload the car. Between the three of them, they had the car unloaded, the food put away and the cleaning supplies, including rags that took up a good portion of the table, set out before them. Once Hanatoru had promised to call his lover, he set off for their own home as Ichigo and Ryuuken decided on what rooms to do first.
“So, my bedroom, kitchen and the bathroom first. Then we’ll do the downstairs and work our way up,” Ichigo finally said, Ryuuken giving a curt nod. The two had changed into jeans and t-shirts, the cross dresser having braided his hair before placing it into a tight bun.
“I’ll start on the bathroom if you do the kitchen. When do we want to do the bedroom?” Ryuuken suggested, gathering gloves and the bathroom cleaning supplies.
“Let’s do it after dinner,” Ichigo hummed, gathering his own supplies and looking around the kitchen, eyes trailing over everything as he tried to figure out what to do first; Ryuuken heading up the stairs. Finally tucking his ear buds in, he started cleaning the stove, letting his mind wander free of everything he had learned and seen in the last hour and a half. He would get to worry about it all later, once he was done with cleaning the house.
So absorbed in cleaning, having gone from working on the stove to working on the counters and cabinets, he missed the knocking on the front door.
Looking to his partner, Byakuya Kukichi reached forward after their knocks went unanswered and opened the front door, black hair falling into one eye as they stepped inside. Renji followed after, frowning when his pony tail brushed the top of the door jamb, making the red locks bounce.
“Are ya sure they’re here?” Renji asked, tattooed eyebrows drawing together. The large red head was a far cry from what you would expect from a high lieutenant in the Homicide Specialty Department, with bright red locks and tattoos that covered most of his body. But he was, and at the moment, he was worried about his captain as they moved further into the house. Byakuya gave the bigger male a glare before leading him into the kitchen with cautious steps, pulling his weapon from its holster and holding it at his side.
Stepping into the kitchen, they were greeted to the sight of a lean male with a braided bun pulling out pans and cooking bowls from a cabinet. Ichigo turned around, catching sight of them and the screech of “Ryuuken” was far from what they had expected as Byakuya shoved his gun back into its holster. The running footsteps and Ryuuken Ishida appearing after the screech was, though Byakuya was still surprised that the man was there.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ichigo finally snapped, putting the bowl in his hands aside as his companion held the bottle of cleaner at the ready, waiting to see what would happen.
“I am Byakuya Kukichi and I’m the captain of the Homicide Specialty Unit. You are?” Byakuya asked, getting a dry look before Ichigo looked to Renji.
“I’m Renji Abari, lieutenant of the Homicide Specialty Unit,” Renji stated, figuring that the fire colored male wouldn’t answer until he did.
“Ichigo Kurosaki. Are you the two investigating my families’ death?” he asked in curiosity as he pulled off his gloves.
“Yeah,” Renji said, eyeing the smirking Ichigo.
“Good, I was going to call you guys,” Ichigo drawled. “Ryuuken and I were hoping to get details of their deaths, especially since it looks as if they left in a rush.”
Settling down around the table, tea and fresh coffee made, Ichigo gave the two detectives a long look as Ryuuken mostly ignored them, preferring to make sure that Ichigo was able to get what information he needed.
“So, do you want to tell me the details? Not to mention can you tell me when I can claim my families’ bodies?” Ichigo finally asked after a few minutes of silence, sipping his tea and wishing for something stronger then just tea at that moment.
“There’s not a whole lot to tell. They were all strangled in the hotel room they were holed up in; it looked as if there had been a fight, but their bodies didn’t show any signs of a fight,” Renji stated as he opened a notebook to check his notes before looking up. Ichigo was rubbing his nose as he tried to take slow deep breaths to calm himself down from the sudden stabbing pain in his heart.
“Ryuuken, can you go get the bottle of scotch out of the cabinet in the living room for me?” he asked, looking to the man. Ryuuken nodded his head and stood up, walking into the living room, leaving them alone. The sounds of bottles clinking reaching them, Ichigo once more looked to Byakuya and Renji. “Is there any information as to why they had left the house to hide…where now? A hotel right? From what I’ve seen, all they took were clothing and cold food, leaving everything else behind. And the amount of dust tells me it was along while ago when they left, at least two months.”
Renji and Byakuya shared a speaking look as Ryuuken came back in with a bottle and a crystal glass. He moved to the freezer, dropping two cubes of ice into the glass and pour some of the dark liquid.
“It seems as if they left the main house nearly two months ago, your father only coming in to run the clinic. We learned this when we spoke with your neighbors and with the front area receptionist, one Orihime Ioune,” Byakuya told him, raising an eyebrow when Ichigo stiffened before quickly downing his drink.
“I see,” Ichigo said, eyes narrowing in thought. “I didn’t know that she was working here.”
“From what I was able to gather, it had only been in the last few months that she had been,” Byakuya replied, sipping his coffee. He was surprised to find it well made, delicious and hardly bitter to the taste buds.
“Why would you know? From what Orihime-san said, you were kicked out around age 17, nearly three years ago. Why that happened, she didn’t really say outside of some sort of unnaturalness on your part,” Renji drawled. Ichigo snorted and stood up, grabbing the scotch bottle and pouring a fresh cup.
“Yeah, she would say that. I was kicked out because my dad found out that I’m gay and a cross dresser. Let’s just say my coming out wasn’t planned and happened at the worst possible time,” Ichigo finally said, leaning against the counter, slowly sipping his drink. “Orihime was crushing on me hard, so anything that impinged on her fantasy of being Mrs. Kurosaki is unnatural.”
“And how would you know if someone was or wasn’t working here? There was no indication that you would be able to find out about it,” Byakuya asked, tucking away the new information.
“My sisters used to come and visit at the shop, Kukichi-san. They would tell me what was going on, even if I didn’t want to hear about it,” Ichigo snorted, sipping his scotch as she raised an eyebrow at them. “And if you’re wondering what shop, it’s Lolita's Dream, on the other side of town.”
“That one place that caters to various and usually odd, tastes right?” Renji asked, getting a nod. “I’ve been there before, but I've never seen you in there.”
“Well, as owner, I’m mostly putting in orders, checking stock, tagging and even paying the bills,” Ichigo said, sounding almost sickly sweet. Ryuuken snickered into his teacup, eyes sparkling brightly as he watched his godson smack Renji's ego down a few notches. Renji scowled but didn’t say anything after Byakuya sent him a sharp look.
“Is there anything else that you want to ask?” Byakuya asked after writing something down in a notebook.
“Was there anything about the scene that had seemed off beyond the way it looked as if there was a fight with no physical injuries?” Ichigo asked, shifting on his feet, a worried look crossing his face.
“Perhaps. Why do you ask?” the black haired man asked, eyes narrowing slightly at Ichigo.
“Got a camera? You will probably want it,” Ryuuken asked, standing up once more. Renji walked out to their vehicle after sharing a look with Byakuya, grabbing their camera before they followed Ichigo and Ryuuken up the stairs and to the twins’ room. Ichigo opened the twins closet door, the sight of red splashes on the back wall, dried by then, surprising them all with how it looked. Renji quickly snapped several pictures from various angles before standing up and looking towards Byakuya.
“We found it just like this, if a bit wet, so don’t go thinking we had anything to do with this. But from what I can tell, there’s something more then what you’re telling me,” Ichigo stated, eyes half lidded as he showed Byakuya and Renji his fathers closet, letting them look around.
“You found the house pretty much as it is now, correct?” Byakuya asked, getting nods from Ryuuken and Ichigo.
“Yeah, but everything was shut up. Windows were locked and covered by the curtains, I’m guessing to block out the light or something else. Also, dust covered everything, so that tells me that they were gone for the two months, or that a window had been opened a few times during the odd wind storms that had blown sand and dust around,” Ichigo drawled as he led the way back downstairs after Renji had taken pictures of the second closet.
“You’re correct, Kurosaki-san. What I am about to tell you can not be shared with anyone, including the press. We are trying to keep as many of these details out of any press stories during the investigation,” Byakuya warned as they once more sat the kitchen table.
“Of course,” Ryuuken drawled, Ichigo resting his head on his hands, eyes dark with his thoughts.
“There were some splashes much like the ones upstairs, but they weren’t red. Instead they were a dark green with a few bits of dark purple. It’s very odd how you have splashes that look much like the ones there,” Renji said, watching Ichigo dry wash his face and take a deep breath.
“Kurosaki-san, if you find anything new or find something you think is important, please contact me, at any time,” Byakuya said, cutting the disscussion off for the moment. Ichigo looked about ready to break down, no doubt once more. Pulling out a business card, he slid it over the table to Ichigo who picked it up with a shaking hand.
“Thank you, Kukichi-san,” Ichigo sighed, Ryuuken standing up as his godson once more rubbed at his face his hands.
“Let me show you out,” Ryuuken offered, leading the two men out of the kitchen. Opening the front door, the three men promised to call should anything new come up. Once Renji and Byakuya were in their car, Ryuuken gathered Ichigo in his arms, holding him close as he cried, the new details of Ichigo's family adding to their grief and pain of losing them in such a horrific way.
Renji gazed up at the house Byakuya accessed their data base to input the new information. His voice broke the silence that had settled around them.
“Do you think that Ryuuken Ishida guy suspects?” he asked, Byakuya looking up from his screen to gaze at the house they were leaving. Through one window, they could see said man vacuuming the couch before disappearing into the kitchen before again reappearing, a nearly sleeping Ichigo in his arms.
“We’re going to have to watch them, especially Ishida-san, but Kurosaki-san might be in danger. Call everyone together, we’ll have a meeting in three hours,” Byakuya finally said as Ryuuken laid a blanket over Ichigo.
“Yes, sir,” Renji said, pulling out his phone and dialing a well memorized number as he started the car. “Yeah, Kira, listen. Make the calls to everyone. We have a new lead on this case,” he said as he pulled out of the driveway. “We meet in three.”
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