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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: 4
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru, Others to be announced
Word Count: 2,840
AN: Tired! Almost forgot to post this. Sorry.
Tokolshe: I'm glad that you're enjoying this story and hope to see more of your thoughts as I post. :D I also hope that it shall keep you interested and reading.
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The next day, after they had cleaned out the living room, bathroom, kitchen and one bedroom, Ichigo and Ryuuken had enjoyed a short rest before starting to shift through his families’ things. The late afternoon found Ichigo walking into the police station to start the needed paperwork for the release of Isshin, Yuzu and Karin's bodies to his custody. He was also wanting to speak with Byakuya about a possible lead in their murders.
His heels clicked on the tile floor as his ankle length skirt swirled around his legs, teasing anyone looking with barely there glimpses of his legs. He had decided that a simple dark green dress would do for the meeting, his hair falling down his back from a high pony tail. He barely noticed the wide eyed look he was getting from the young police officer who was manning the front desk.
“Can you please tell Kukichi-san that Ichigo Kurosaki is here to speak with him?” he asked, signing in as the officer nodded and did so.
As Ichigo took a seat, the man kept stealing glances at Ichigo as he played with his phone. It wasn’t long before Byakuya was strolling out of an elevator and bowing slightly to him. Ichigo stood and bowed in return.
“Kukichi-san, a pleasure,” he greeted, the black haired man placing a hand on the younger males back.
“Come, I will show you where you can fill out the paperwork. I also wish to introduce you to a few people and explain some fears my people and I have for you,” Byakuya explained, getting a nod as they stepped onto an elevator with a blond whose smile showed quite a few of his teeth.
“Shinji-kun, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Ichigo said in greeting, blinking up at the man next to him.
“Ah, you know me, Ichi-chan. I pop up all over the place. As it is, it seems that we’re going to the same place for whatever reason,” Shinji drawled, pulling Ichigo into a tight hug, the young man purring his contentment and returning the hug.
“You two know each other?” Byakuya asked, watching Shinji nuzzle into the red ponytail as Ichigo turned dancing eyes towards him.
“Yeah, we’ve gone out on a few dates before. He also often comes into the store,” Ichigo explained, smiling sweetly, quite happy to be held close by a dear friend after such tragedy. Shinji was all too happy to indulge the sweet Ichigo, letting him hug him close. He knew that Shinji would jump at another date, but they both enjoyed the easy friendship that they had for the moment. “I thought you were on vacation in Tokyo,” he said to Shinji who just smiled broadly.
“I was, but I got an interesting phone call from Aizen-san about a new case that we were asked to work on. Why didn’t ya call me when ya got the news?” Shinji asked, pouting as his eyes glittered at the frown that formed on Ichigos lips.
“I didn’t want to bother you and I haven’t really had the time to do much beyond clean rooms,” Ichigo huffed. “Everyone at the shop is covering my shifts on top of that. As it is, after this, I have an appointment with the life insurance agent about my families’ insurance policies and then I have to go to the funeral home… God, Shinji, this sucks,” he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head against his friends’ strong chest. Shinji just patted his hair soothingly.
“Want me to come with you?” Shinji asked, Ichigo nodding as the elevator dinged and opened to a hallway with one door. Byakuya lead the way to the door, his two companions following after him, Shinji holding Ichigo close.
“This is where my unit works,” Byakuya said, opening the door way and stepping inside, Shinji smiling as they stepped in. “Or at least the bull pen.” There was a large group all standing around one desk, falling quiet as they stared at the last living Kurosaki, who was looking stressed and drawn. Shinji nodded his head to his co-workers and the detectives that he worked with on occasion.
“Shinji-san, I wondered when you would arrive,” Aizen greeted, breaking off from the group. Looking down at Ichigo who was attached to his friend and co-worker, he bowed lightly and held his hand out to him. “And you are?” he asked as Ichigo took his hand.
“Ichigo Kurosaki,” was the answer, smiling at the firm hand shake. Aizen took the chance to roll the feelings that were coming from Ichigo through what he called his mental filter. Fresh hurt, pain and bewilderment were the prominent feelings. Older hurts long healed and pain was also there, but there was a lot of happiness, contentment with his life that was shining brightly. There was also a lot of power, nothing like what he and his had, but something that came from being completely sure as to who he was.
Aizen wondered if he could taste it if he licked a bit of Ichigo's skin.
Looking to Shinji, the two shared a knowing look. It seemed as if the young cross dresser had a very magnetic personality in more than one way.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Shinji-kun constantly talks about you and we all wondered just who you were,” Aizen greeted, getting a smile as Ichigo shot Shinji a promising look.
“All good I hope,” Ichigo drawled, getting Aizen to laugh and nod his head. “I’ve heard about you too. You’re Shinji's partner correct?”
“That is correct. Let me introduce you to the rest of my employees. Szayel and Gin are my main science people, their partners are Starrk and Kensai, respectively,” Aizen said. Szayel eyed Ichigo with some curiosity while his partner opened one eye to watch as the four walked over to the group. The other two just waved at them in greeting. “Soi-Fon is my head martial arts expert along with her partner, Grimmjow, who is a brawling expert along with researcher.” As he spoke, Aizen pointed out those who he was speaking about. Soi-Fon gave him a distasteful look while Grimmjow leered at him.
Ichigo made a note not to be caught alone with either of them unless he wanted to go to jail for homicide.
“And then we have Yumichika and his partner, Ikkaku, my two main techs and weapons experts,” Aizen hummed, nodding to the last two. Ikkaku waved as he drank from a can, Yumichika smiling gently at him. Ichigo had a feeling that there was more to Yumichika that hid behind the smile.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Ichigo said, eyeing the others that hadn’t been introduced, before he turned to Byakuya. And like Aizen, Byakuya pointed to those he was introducing.
“My people. You know Renji of course. There is also Kira, Shunsui, Jyuushiro, Hitsugaya, Rangiku and Kenpachi. We asked Aizen and his people here for a very important reason,” Byakuya stated, taking a very small pile of papers from Kira. “But first, please fill and sign out these so we don’t have to worry about them,” he said, getting Ichigo to sit at one of the desks.
Even as he gave them curious looks, he easily filled out the papers; he silently thanked who ever filled out most of the information for him. Only calling the funeral home to get the address for where they wanted the bodies to be delivered, he was soon done and sat back as he handed over the papers.
“Alright, now tell my why you felt you had to call in a bodyguard company that’s well known to have abilities that most people don’t have,” Ichigo finally said, frowning at everyone as they looked at him with wide eyes. “What? I can do research and I did some on the Unit. I know that you guys work on cases that are considered off, but that’s it. As for the Guardians, even their website admits to varied degrees of empathetics and other abilities,” he said, giving them a slightly sullen look, eyebrows drawing together.
Shinji had to chuckle at the bluntness that he remembered being on the wrong side of one to many times.
“Well, I always did say you were as curious as a damn cat and smart as one too,” Shinji drawled, getting a shy smile from Ichigo. “Anyway, Byakuya-san has a feeling, and so far the evidence points to it. That feeling was that your family was stalked and killed by a very dangerous… Well they’re not a gang. But they’re not assassins despite them taking the occasional kill job. They’re called Bounts and if they find out about you they may come back. We’re here to protect you and your friends, at least until we know you’re safe.”
“I’ve heard about them, or at least their victims and cruelties that make it into the news. They’re very good at what they do for such evil,” Ichigo said slowly, a frown tugging at his lips. “How do you know it was them though?” he asked, looking to the others, eyes landing on Byakuya who sat down in a chair next to him.
“You know the basic details of your family’s murder. They were strangled after being tossed around, the bruising only being sub dermal,” he started. Ichigo nodded, arms coming to lay around his waist as he looked upset. Shinji moved to stand next to him and placed his hand on one shoulder. “A detail that never makes it to the press are the splashes of paint. At every single scene, there are paint splashes, always in the closet if there is any, otherwise on the wall across from a window. They range in size depending on the job.”
“But… why my family? I don’t think that my father drew any negative attention and I don’t draw attention to them since he kicked me out,” Ichigo said, looking up at Shinji before looking to the others once more, eyes trailing over them one by one.
“We’re not to sure as to why they targeted your family, actually,” Shunsui finally admitted. “So far, from what we’ve found out, your sisters lived a pretty normal life: school, soccer with Karin, cooking club with Yuzu and from what we were told by Byakuya-san, the occasional visit to you. Isshin Kurosaki kept normal clinic hours along with on call hours for large emergencies,” he continued, watching Ichigo frown.
“They kept journals, diaries for Yuzu. If I can find them, perhaps they can help give you a peek into their world, their minds, at the time,” Ichigo mused, the group exchanging looks. “That is, if they were writing about what was going on lately. I can also give you some dates from where I felt stalked, as doubtful as it sounds.”
“You were stalked?!” Shinji yelped, Ichigo reaching up to smack him on the shoulder with a scowl.
“I don’t know. Maybe. The thing is, I’m a store owner, gay, a cross dresser and I openly support gay rights. And I’ve sued those who try to scare me by either letters or by stalking me. But they’re usually caught rather quickly,” Ichigo snorted, wincing at the looks he was getting. “They plead out. As for the letters, I hand those over without opening to a Detective Nemu who works at the other precinct, near the shop. She should have all of that info if you need it.”
“We’ll get it later, Ichigo-kun,” Kira promised, writing that down and looking to Aizen who was looking very unhappy.
“About this stalker, what happened to them?” Jyuushiro asked, offering Ichigo a can of soda, getting a sweet smile as he accepted it.
“I couldn’t find anyone. It was mostly the feeling of being watched and followed,” he said, opening the can and taking a sip, a frown tugging at his lips. “It was like all they wanted to do was watch me. Then the feeling would disappear very quickly, coming and going every few days, maybe a couple of weeks apart.”
“So nothing really happened? No letters, sightings or calls?” Jyuushiro asked, Ichigo shaking his head in response. “Sounds as if it may be connected but it also may not. For now, we’ll figure out who will watch over whom and who will work with whom. If we have questions, either Shunsui and I shall come to you or,” he continued, looking to Byakuya quickly before continuing, “Byakuya-san and Renji-san will speak with you.”
“Ikkaku-san, Kensai-san, Shinji-san, Starrk-san and Yumichika-san will guard you and your friends, one person per guard. Grimmjow-san, Szayel-san, Gin-san, Soi-Fon-san and myself will change out on occasion when someone’s specialties are needed or they need to do things away from their charges,” Aizen stated, Ichigo nodding as he pulled out his phone. Sliding it open, he started to type on its keyboard.
“I’m sending out a mass text for everyone who works at the store to come over to my father’s house after the store closes. That’ll give me time to do my errands and for all of you to get your stuff in order,” Ichigo stated, Shinji leaning over and watching him type.
“That would be around what time?” Aizen asked as he jotted down a few notes as they waited for the answer.
“Seeing as it’s a Wednesday? Seven. They’ll be at the house by eight, eight thirty at the latest,” Ichigo hummed, sliding his phone closed and sticking it back into a hidden pocket. “So, who is coming with me to watch me during my errands?”
“Since I’m already coming with you, I’ll be your guard and since it’s me, Grimmjow will be the one I change places with while Kira-san is my connection,” Shinji chirped, smiling at his friend who smiled sweetly and nodded to Ichigo who returned it, looking strained. “Come on, bratling, let’s go do your errands. I’ll even buy dinner for ya,” he offered, tugging Ichigo up and out of his seat, wrapping an around the other's waist.
“Make it lunch and I’ll make the dinner myself,” Ichigo hummed. “That is if we’re done with all of this and you have the report for the nice people?” he asked, turning to Byakuya with a curious look.
“Why exactly do you need it?” Kira asked, Byakuya holding out a sealed envelope to Ichigo.
“For the paperwork that I have to do. My father had a 3 million yen policy total for the three of them for funeral costs, land taxes and any other left over bills. This includes accidental deaths, suicide, homicide or any other death out there,” Ichigo sighed. “My name used to be on it, but was removed when I was kicked out. He got it after my mothers’ death, her death benefits and life insurance having been placed in trust funds for me and my sisters, per her will. I also have to have it for my bank and other people.”

”So, now that your sisters and father have died, all of that goes to you right?” Kira asked, Ichigo nodding.
“Yeah. I have an appointment with my families’ lawyer and will be getting the exact number and how many taxes will be taken out to pay for it. I found the bills that haven’t been paid, so once I can, I’ll be paying those off and then… I don’t know,” he said, holding the envelope close, shrugging. “I suppose I’ll use the money to give them a proper funeral and the rest I’ll use to finish off my business degree.”
“But you already own a business,” Shinji teased, getting elbowed by Ichigo.
“The degree will end up helping me in the long run, you jerk. Ishida is doing a business management course minor along with his fashion design major. I could also help with a couple of years of his classes and possibly Shuuhei-kun's too. He’s in his last two years of his history degree,” Ichigo returned, dragging Shinji off towards the exit, the others all smiling as he dressed his new guard down.

”He seems feisty,” Shunsui drawled, getting snickers and agreements from the people around him. “Well, at least we know for sure that it’s not him nor was it for money. He’s comfortable without the new money, seems kinda uncomfortable with it, and even if he wasn’t, I have a feeling he’d still be off any list that we have.”
“What did you get off of him, Aizen-san?” Kira asked curiously as the man leant against a desk, eyes half lidded.
“He’s hurting and near the end, frazzled about what he has to do. It only came out when he spoke of his errands,” Aizen finally said, tossing his empty tea bottle away.
“I thought I would never hear you say frazzled there, Aizen-san,” Ikkaku teased, getting a low powered glare from him.
“Let us figure out who is going to watch who and go over the details one more time,” Byakuya said, pulling out three files.
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