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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: 3
Pairings: To be announced
Word Count: 2,771
AN: And I’m sure you’ve noticed that I didn’t post this last week. I wasn’t able to due to vacation but I’m back now! Enjoy. :D
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Standing before the conference room that made up a good chunk of one of the floors that the Homicide Specialty Unit used, Byakuya looked over them as he plugged in his laptop. “Where is Matsamoto?” he asked, Renji pulling a screen down behind him.
“Stuck in traffic. Apparently her date last night took her to the edge of town.” The man who had spoken was named Toshiro Hitsugaya and was putting down his own laptop onto the conference table and opening it up, gazing at it with icy blue eyes as matching hair fell into his eyes from soft spikes. “She should be here soon, which is more than we should expect with her,” he continued, getting a snort. Icy blue eyes shifted to a large man who wore an eye patch and his hair up in spikes, getting a toothy grin from the man.
“Who did she pick up this time?” Kenpachi Zakari asked, voice a rolling growl. Hitsugaya waved a hand in a rather “I don’t know and I don’t care” move.
“Come now you guys, no need to snipe about one of our own.” A sweet looking man with silver hair hummed, eyes glittering brightly as he sat down next to another man. He was a rather broad shouldered male with light brown hair and dancing brown eyes, and was idly playing with his friends’ hair.
“Jyuushiro-kun is right. Come now, why are we always picking at Rangiku-chan?” Shunsui Kyoraku asked teasingly, Ukitake Jyuushiro snickering lowly under his breath.

”Because she picks at us?” Izuru Kira responded. Soft blond hair fell over one eye, styled into place as blue eyes danced with his amusement, making fresh coffee as Matsamoto walked in.
“Oh shove it, Kira-chan,” the busty red head chirped, everyone turning towards her with a smirk playing on their lips. “At least I get laid whenever I can,” she said, light blue eyes twinkling happily.
“You get laid every single night, Matsamoto, usually by a different male,” Renji drawled, making a cup of coffee for himself.
“True,” Rangiku drawled as she sat down beside Jyuushiro, Shunsui on his other side. Across from them sat Hitsugaya, Kira and Renji sitting down next to Kira and shuffling through the case files.
“Since we’re all here, we are to talk about the Kurosaki case, our newest one. The Kurosaki son, Ichigo, has gone back to the family house,” Byakuya finally said, the screen filling with a picture of the male, plus a few bits of information. “He was able to fill in just why he left the household when he was about 17 years of age.”

”Why did he?” Kira asked, writing down the information about him. They had been curious about Ichigo since the first day they had gotten the case, nearly a week ago, and why he had left. They hadn’t found Ichigo's contact information until the day before, having needed to get warrants to find any of it, especially since it was discovered that most of his information was hidden.
“Apparently his father didn’t like the fact that he was a cross dresser and gay when it came out,” Renji stated. “He then opened a store called Lolita's Dream with the help of one Uryuu Ishida and his father, Ryuuken Ishida. He employs three people total, all of them listed by their first names only on their web site. Hanatoru Yamada is their manager, Shuuhei Hisagi works full time around his school schedule and Tessai Tsukabishi works for them full time. Or so the website says,” he continued, a delicately done website opening. On the screen, glamour shots of the six people named were up.
“So, does he know anything?” Hitsugaya asked.
“No, but he did find paint splashed in his sisters and fathers closet. It reminds me of the paint splashes we found at the crime scene,” Byakuya stated, changing the pictures once more, this time of the splashes. Both of them looked much the same, as if the paint had been put into a balloon before being thrown at the wall, letting it drip down the wall.
“They almost looks like blood,” Jyuushiro said, putting his pencil down and rubbing at his lips with wide eyes. “The paint in the closet at the very least. It is macabre,” he said, shuddering in distaste.
“It’s lighter in person. Kurosaki-san and Ishida-san apparently found them when they arrived at the house earlier today. Nothing was taken except clothing by what they could tell and the refrigerator was emptied,” Byakuya said, everyone writing down the information. “The house was covered in dust, validating Ioune-san's statement that they only came around during clinic hours and emergencies.”
“So they just abandoned their home, as we thought. Have the autopsies been done?” Kenpachi asked, typing on what looked to be a Blackberry. They all knew that the man hated technology, but rather liked his Blackberry, much to their amusement.
“They have, finally. Apparently there is sub dermal bruising that they found, a lot of it on the actual muscle of each of their bodies. There were also a lot of fibers and other bits on their bodies,” Shunsui said, flipping open the three files before him. “Everything found has been sent to our techs, but it’ll take a bit to get anything back to just how much had been found.”
“There’s also something slimy like that had been found on their necks,” Jyuushiro said, taking the laptop from Renji and opening the pictures of the slime like substance on the necks of their victims. “Blood has been drawn; skin, organ and other tissue samples have been gathered too,” he said, showing the first round of tox screens.
“They weren’t drunk and they weren’t drugged,” Rangiku mused as she gazed at one of the files. “Were any of them raped?”
“Not that they could tell, but they highly doubt it,” Shunsui drawled, getting grateful looks all around. “It almost looks as if they were tossed around and then strangled. The bruising never had a chance to come up, even after their deaths. They were dead for at least three hours before they were found.”
“Alright, so we know that they either weren’t able to fight, or if they did, weren’t able to do so very wel,. They were strangled and they had abandoned their home for whatever reason. I have a feeling that them abandoning their home is connected to their deaths,” Byakuya stated, looking over Isshin's file, eyes taking in every detail of what their ME had found. “We have discovered a little more about their lives, which is good. I think we will need to speak more with Kurosaki-san, find out what his sisters discussed with him whey they stopped by to see him.”
“Jyuushiro and I can do that over a series of interviews so that we don’t miss anything. No need to stress out any more then necessary,” Shunsui drawled, closing his notebook and tucking it away in the pocket of his semi-loose black jeans. “If anything, anyone will be able to get information out of him. Probably not Kenpachi here though, especially since Kurosaki-san is so pretty.”
“Fine. I gave him my number just in case he finds something more or thinks about something important,” Byakuya told the group, closing the file before him. “I’m glad that we caught this case instead of any others. There is a decidedly unnatural element to this and we all know other Units hate catching our cases.”
“You’re worried about something, aren’t ya?” Kenpachi asked, eye sharp and gazing at Byakuya who nodded his head.
“Yes, I am. I fear that due to his family connection, he and friends will be targeted next. I want someone to call the Guardians and put a watch on all of them as soon as possible. Find out what you can about them and report back to me. I will look for information about Kurosaki-san myself since I already have an in with his ex-friends. Tread carefully while you search. Whoever orchestrated these murders know how to get around our techniques so we must be careful,” he warned, getting agreements and nods.
“I’ll call Aizen-san and give him the heads up,” Kira said, standing up and nodding to everyone, Kenpachi following after him. The rest left quickly, leaving Byakuya and Shunsui in the meeting room, gazing at each other with somber expressions.
“Do you think it’s him?” Shunsui finally asked as a grim look settled on his face.

”It’s his MO. His style,” Byakuya said, his friend cursing fluently as he left the meeting room. Byakuya felt like joining him.
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Picking up the phone, Ikkaku gazed around the room as he grunted out “Hello?” He wasn't expecting to hear Kira's voice cursing on the other side of the line. “Nice greeting there, Kira-kun. What can I do for ya?”
“Ikkaku-san, is Aizen-san there? We have a job for you and yours,” Kira finally said after cursing someone out. “It has Byakuya real antsy, so we need to set up this job fast.”
“Yeah, he’s in. Let me transfer ya,” Ikkaku said, eyebrows drawing together as he did so. Aizen looked up from his newest file on the last case and gazed at the phone, a chill running down his spine. Brown eyes solemn, he reaching out and picked up the headset from its cradle, one long finger pressing the accept button.
“Aizen, Sosuke, how can I help you?” he asked, sitting back in his chair with a squeak; once more the chill tripped up and down his spine.
“Aizen-san, this is Kira, Izuru, of the Homicide Specialty Unit. We have a new job for the Guardians,” Kira drawled over the line, sitting forward in his own chair, flipping through the file before him as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear.
“What are the details?” Aizen asked, already knowing that they would take the case, feeling that it would end up being big. And potentially dangerous if not handled carefully.
“I’ve faxed over the papers. Whoever is hanging around by the fax machine should be bringing it to your office now,” Kira replied. Aizen looked up as a man with dark purple hair cut straight along the edges and a smug smirk on his lips walked in, carrying a thick pile of papers.
“My, that is a lot of information,” Aizen stated, opening his laptop as his worker sat the papers down on his desk. “Thank you, Yumichika-san,” he said, bowing his head to Yumichika Asasegawa, enjoying the pretty blush that spread over pale, high cheeks and a pert nose. No matter how often he got to see it, Aizen had to enjoy it and the fact that very few could make the beauty obsessed male blush.
“If you’re done making Yumichika-san blush, I can give you the run down of the case,” Kira drawled, getting a bit of laughter as Yumichika smiled and flounced out of Aizen's office, closing the door behind him. “Got your document open, Aizen-san? Or were you watching Yumichika-san's ass again?”
“I have it open,” Aizen grumped teasingly, more then used to Kira's teasing after working with the Unit for so long. Putting the phone onto speaker phone, he pulled his laptop closer. “Tell me what you know.”
“The victims were three out of the four Kurosakis; Isshin, the father, and the two sisters, Yuzu and Karin. They were all killed in a small hotel apartment that they had rented after abandoning their home nearly 3 months ago. The ‘why’ as to why they did that is still unknown at this time,” Kira stated, gazing at the four pictures before him.
“What of the fourth?” Aizen asked, fingers flying over his keyboard. He would do his own research on the people that had been found in the course of the case, wanting to know them up, down, left, right and inside out.
“One Ichigo Kurosaki, one owner of Lolita's Dream in the downtown area is still alive,” Kira stated, Aizen humming as he typed up that information. “He hasn’t lived with his father or younger sisters for the last four years due to an argument over his personal choice of life style. Apparently, Ichigo-san is a well known cross dresser and gay from what he told Byakuya-san when they talked. His father wasn’t thrilled when he found out and kicked him out of the home.”
“I see. So, he left, opened the shop and had no real contact with his family since then,” Aizen drawled.
“That’s correct. Now, as for the victims, they had no visible bruising, but we found sub dermal bruising. A bit of slime was found on their necks, but we’re still waiting on the reports for that, especially since there was so much trace evidence again. I’m not going to hold my breath on that one though,” Kira sighed, Aizen pausing.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“For the simple fact that the last time we found this stuff, it came up as saliva with no markers for DNA. That is, the last 20 cases,” was the blunt reply. “They were strangled, Aizen-san, like all the others. There’s a reason as to why Byakuya is so damn antsy about this one. Aizen-san, Ichigo-san probably needs to be protected, especially since his family was targeted by him. There is always the chance that they had been stalked and who it is will come back if they know about Ichigo-san and the fact that he came back to claim his families' estate,” Kira said.
“I take it we need to guard this Ichigo Kurosaki?” Aizen asked, sitting back.
“We need you to also watch over his employees of Lolita's Dream,” Kira said. After giving the names to the head of the Guardians, the two finished their conversation and hung up, Aizen doing a bit of research. He was surprised at how much information there was about Ichigo and his friends. Gathering his things, he walked out of the office and smiled at his crew, waving his hand as he headed towards the conference room.
Placing his laptop down on the table, Aizen was hardly surprised to find that Soi-Fon was the first person to walk into the conference room. She was a petite woman who looked rather pissed off all the time, her black eyes flashing as her bound hair swayed behind her, rings attached to the bound braids. She often used her jet black hair to attack and defend, but still she was sweet once you got past her prickly surface.
Kensai Muguruma, Gin Ichimaru, Szayel Aporro Grantz and Coyote Starrk walked in next. Out of the four, Gin was the shortest, but he was also one of the stronger Guardians. Silver-lavender colored hair fell into amber eyes that seemed to never open, drawing attention away from the seemingly bony body. The opposite of Gin was Starrk, who stood a good eight inches above the smaller man, with brown hair falling around brown eyes. Starrk was scratching at his goatee and looking sleepy as Szayel sneered at his lazy partner.
Aizen believed that Szayel was the oddest of his employees with his bright pink hair and equally pink eyes. His fingers were also rather long, perfect as his part of the group as their scientist and one of their main profilers. He also had an ego that drove his silver haired partner, Kensai, up a wall. Kensai was a large man with an easy smirk on his face, and was another opposite of his partner. Where as Szayel was all about the science and long hair, the man next to him kept his hair short, body strong and his instincts sharp.
It wasn’t long after the five had taken their seats that Yumichika swept in with his own overly muscled partner, Ikkaku Madarame. The man was one of the top fighters of the Guardians, along with Gin and Kensai, but made everyone wonder just why he shaved his head.
The last to arrive was Soi-Fon's partner, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, a feral looking man. He was another who had oddly colored hair; the locks a vibrant blue that matched his eyes that fairly glowed as he looked around the room.
“Now, that everyone is here we have a new case and I fear it’s going to be dangerous, especially since we have six people to protect instead of just one. And they all may be targeted because of one little cross dresser. We’re gonna have to step lightly with this case,” Aizen said, eyeing his group and seeing his people look interested in the new case already.
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