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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: 5
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru
Word Count: 2,697
AN: Another chapter. Just a bit late since I was busy typing up a few other things. Just enjoy you guys. *hugs and kisses*
3 hundred yen is about 305,437.75 USD.
duchessme: This is far from done.
Tolokshe: *chuckles* Byakuya is naturally suspisious. *chuckles* Anyways, you shall find out who is following who around in the next couple of chapters.
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Having grabbed a simple lunch from a small restaurant near the insurance office with Shinji, Ichigo was feeling much more balanced and able to sign all of the needed paperwork that was placed before him. The insurance agent was named Hachigen, Hachi for short, and was a rather large man with neat pink hair, eyebrows and mustache. He went over the details of the case that was public, a copy of Isshin's will next to him courtesy of the Kurosaki family lawyer.
Finishing with his the paperwork, Shinji signing as the witness he needed, Ichigo handed it over as Hachi finished with the report that he had been given.
“Kurosaki-san, once again, I am sorry that you lost your family in such a way, but I am glad that you were able to come here so soon,” Hachi finally said as he placed the papers into a large folder.
“I have nothing else to do beyond clean and plan their funerals,” Ichigo said, rubbing the side of his nose as he sat back.
“From what I’ve seen, once the will is officially read and signed you will be the one to inherit everything, including the insurance, outside of a couple of bequeathals. Since you were cleared as a suspect, the payout of 3 million yen will happen in two weeks, enough time to pay off any and all bills that may be left over,” Hachi continued.
“My father had started the probate process even before he and the girls died, just in case anything happened. So once I see our lawyer later, it’ll take only a few days to get it completed, especially since I was already named co-signer to the girls' trust fund that will be released to me tomorrow. I’m already meeting with the head of our bank to start merging the funds into one account,” Ichigo said, Hachi nodding with a smile.
“We can remove the taxes from the check for you before we cut it, if you wish,” he offered. Ichigo smiled in thanks and nodded. Once paperwork for the taxes had been filled out, Hachi stood and shook Ichigo's hand with a soft look on his round face. “I will call you when the check comes in. I wish you luck with your other errands, Kurosaki-san,” Hachi stated.
Bowing, the two men left the office, heading for their next stop: the will reading. Ichigo was silent as he sucked on his semi-melted shake, preparing himself to see Orihime and Sado, both of whom had been his friends before he had come out gay and a cross dresser.
He knew they had been called for the reading and wasn’t looking forward to it.
Pulling into a guest parking spot next to a rather nice car, Shinji turned off his own car and gazed at his companion with a soft look on his face. Reaching out, he stroked a hand over Ichigo's head, getting a small smile from the younger male.
“Come on, brat, let’s do this,” Shinji said. Getting out, they walked into the small building, a young woman who wore her hair in pigtails and glasses that perched on a little nose showing them into the conference room where not only Orihime and Sado sat, but also Keigo and Tatsuki. The sight of them had Ichigo thinning his lips to hide his surprised displeasure. Shinji eyed the people before them, accessing their threat to Ichigo's physical, mental and emotional wellbeing with a sweep of his eyes.
The large, dark skinned man gazed at them with a dark brown eye, the other hidden by a fringe of chocolate brown hair. The trim goatee made the strong face look good and sort of reminded him of Starrk. What really hit Shinji was the sad and very sorry gleam in his eyes. He was assuming the man was Sado.
Orihime was easy to spot, her bust line as amazing as Ichigo had described, making Shinji wonder if he should just go completely gay with how large her breasts were. Hair a few shades darker then Ichigo's own sun kissed hair fell down her back, held back by a head band as dark gray eyes glared at Ichigo, a plush, pink mouth pulled into a very thin line.
The girl next to Orihime was the opposite of her, being much leaner, smaller in body type. She had black hair that spiked everywhere in a neat mess as dark eyes glittered with some unknown emotion. Shinji mused that she was on Orihime's side without any information from Ichigo's side.
It made Shinji's hackles rise.
The other male was watching everything with a curious look on his face, brown eyes looking over everything. Light brown hair was somewhat shaggy and flared outwards at the ends in an odd quirk. Outside of his lighter coloring, he looked like any other male in Karakura, rather unobtrusive.
Shinji made a note to just watch the young man as he lead Ichigo to sit down across from the others, pulling his chair out and pushing it in as Ichigo sat down. Sitting down himself, he smiled brightly, the smile holding a razor's edge to it.
“Shinji-kun, this is Sado, Orihime, Tatsuki and Keigo. I’ve told you about them before,” Ichigo introduced, leaning into his friends shoulder with a slight smile on his lips. “Everyone this is Shinji Hirako, a friend and customer of Lolita's Dream,” he continued, patting Shinji's arm.
“Lolita's Dream? Is that where you work now?” Keigo asked, looking vaguely interested, asking the question they all were wondering.
“It is. It’s also the shop that myself, Ishida-kun and Ryuuken-san own. It’s in downtown actually,” Ichigo replied, brushing a bit of his hair back as the lawyer walked in. He was smirking, looking good in a simple dark gray suit, a softer grey shirt laid under it. His long blond hair was neatly pulled back at the base of his neck and bright eyes swept over the group as Ichigo greeted him with, “Hello, Rose-san.”
“Ichigo-san, a pleasure as always. I take it the extras were requested to be here?” Rose asked, sitting down at the head of the table as his eyes swept over the others.
“I asked Shinji-kun to come with me. The others I’m not so sure about,” Ichigo responded, turning his gaze to the others, eyebrow cocked.
“I asked Keigo-kun and Tatsuki-chan to come with me and Sado-kun. I figured we could use the witnesses,” Orihime said. Ichigo noticed that her voice was deeper, richer than before, almost soothing. It still made him twitch in slight displeasure at hearing it.
“Very well. So, I shall start the reading of Isshin Kurosaki's will,” Rose drawled, opening the folder before him. “I, Isshin Kurosaki, being of sound mind and body do hear by state within this will my wishes for when I die.”
In the end, Ichigo was named sole heir due to Karin and Yuzu's death, meaning that nearly 2 million yen in the two trust funds, 156,175 yen in a savings account and nearly 78,087 in a regular account went to him. Along with that was the deed to the clinic and house that had been signed over to him nearly 6 months before their deaths as a precaution.
Orihime had been given a small tuition boost for her own college expenses, her face carefully blank at the news. Sado just hummed when he was told he got the same. The will stated that it was for their help with the clinic and his daughters in the last few years.
The will also expressed Isshin's sorrow for having pushed his young son away for his personal choices and his pride in how the young man had pulled himself up and fulfilled his dream. It left Ichigo sniffling and rubbing at his eyes with a tissue provided by Shinji and Orihime not looking entirely pleased. The others were harder to read, even as they signed the paperwork put before them.
An hour later, they had arrived at the house, Shinji watching as Ichigo gazed up at the building that held his childhood memories and had been legally his for nearly 6 months from the information that Rose had given him. He was still visibly shaken, but a part of his scarred heart had also been soothed by his fathers’ last written words. Shinji hadn’t stopped touching him in the entire ride back, and even had stopped by one of Ichigo's favorite ice cream shops and bought him a half gallon of his favored ice cream.
“Why didn’t he ever tell me…?” Ichigo finally asked, blinking at Shinji with wet eyes. Shinji reached over and stroked a thumb across his cheek.
“I don’t know why, Ichi-chan. Maybe when we find his journal, we’ll be able to answer that question,” Shinji said, getting a nod. “Come on. Let’s go inside and continue to go through things, clean the house up, yeah?” he asked, once more getting a nod for an answer.
“Yeah,” Ichigo sighed, opening the door and sliding out of the car. Closing the car door behind him, they headed into the house, Shinji walking to the kitchen, finding Ryuuken putting milk and juice away into the refrigerator.
“I found a freezer downstairs stuffed full of food,” Ryuuken said in greeting.
“I’ll tell Ichi-chan in a few moments,” Shinji promised as he placed the ice cream away. Ichigo's steps reached their ears, heading up the stairs before fading. He frowned and looked to Ryuuken, staring him in the eye, standing straight and serious. “My company will be coming around 8:30 today, in about 4 hours, give or take. There’s gonna be some changes for a few weeks and they’re really important to not only keep you and the employees of Lolita's Dreams safe but also Ichigo.”
“So, whoever murdered his father and sisters may come after him just to completely wipe out the Kurosaki family, correct?” Ryuuken asked lowly, eyes narrowing. Shinji gave a sharp nod, sending the man into a fit of muffled cursing.
“So, my company will be your bodyguards at the request of Byakuya-san's team. Each of you will be watched over by one of us. The Guardians take our positions very seriously and if it’s who we think it is, things are going to get very hairy very soon,” Shinji stated, cocking his head to the side as Ichigo came down the stairs once more.
“I could cut and butter my bread with all of the tension in here. What’s going on?” Ichigo asked, standing before the two men. Shinji had to grin at just how cute he looked in the pair of old jeans and a giant shirt he had changed into, leaving his feet bare and his hair still up in a bun.
“Just warnin’ him about what’s gonna happen in about four hours,” Shinji drawled, making his body relax as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I need to head to my apartment, grab clothes and the such. I’ll be back soon. You, my dear Ichi-chan, stay inside, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ichigo huffed, pouting playfully at Shinji before smiling at him. “Don’t take too long and see if you can’t pick up some fresh chicken at the store would you?” he asked.
“No problem,” Shinji drawled, heading out to do that. Once he was sitting in his car, away from the house, he took his phone out and called Aizen's phone as he stopped at a light. “The will has been read and the paperwork was filled out fully. He’s safe at home, hurting and hiding it, a bit raw emotionally, but otherwise good. I met some of his old friends, from when he lived on this side of town, at the reading too,” he said once he had his partner on the phone. He could hear the sound of clacking keys slow down.

”Which ones?” Aizen finally asked, his voice musing.
“Orihime, Sado, Tatsuki and Keigo. I forgot their last names,” Shinji drawled, getting a low chuckle.
“Don’t worry; I have their names on file. We will be talking with them ourselves eventually,” Aizen promised.” Tell me, Shinji-kun, what were your thoughts on them?” he asked, curiosity tinting his voice. It wasn’t long before Shinji was turning into his parking lot, not far from Ichigo's family home, parking quickly before heading for his apartment as he thought.
“Sado seemed pretty straight forward. He’s very quiet, strong not only in body but also mind and heart,” Shinji started as he stepped inside, kicking the door closed behind him with his foot. “He’s not rash but I have a feeling there is more as to why he hasn’t contacted Ichigo since he left, but I can’t just put my finger on what I get from him though. I do think that soon he’ll come around to talk with Ichigo, try to fix things up.”
“So, strong, quiet, possibly, a hidden talent?” Aizen summed up, Shinji grunting in agreement. “Tell me about Keigo.”
“He’s exactly what he seems to be actually, which set me off at first,” he said, walking into the bedroom and flipping the light on. Using one hand, he grabbed his suitcase from his trip and opened it, shoving the bag of dirty laundry to the side and grabbing the bag of souvenirs, putting them onto his bed. “He seemed to be watching before making a decision. From what I saw, he had grown from the boy that Ichigo had told me about before. There’s a slight chance he might pop up and try to speak with Ichigo some time soon, but it’s slim at the moment.”
“I see,” Aizen mused. Shinji could hear the gears grinding away seamlessly in his head, taking the chance to put his phone on speaker. Opening his closet, he started to gather new clothes, folding them up and placing them into his suitcase. "Tatsuki: talk to me about her.”
“She seems to be… amazingly over protective of Orihime and tends to jump the gun when things happen,” Shinji slowly said, smoothing his pants down. “I don’t think she has all of the facts about what happened between Ichigo and his father. Or perhaps she has twisted facts that are the farthest from the truth from Orihime.”
“Do you think that she will be a problem?” Aizen asked.
“I don’t think so. If anything, she’ll stay far away from Ichigo, if possible,” Shinji admitted. “At least as long as Orihime doesn’t try to do anything. I’ll get to her in a moment,” he said, stopping the question he could feel coming a mile away. “Tatsuki is fiery but I have a feeling she has a hidden talent, possibly an empathy talent.”

”I see. I’ll have Gin talk with her when the time comes,” Aizen promised. Shinji grunted and closed his suitcase, grabbing a duffle bag and started to pack it. “Now, about Orihime, tell me about her. I have a feeling she makes your hackles raise up,” he continued, making Shinji wonder how the man could read him so easily.
“Yeah, I really don’t like her,” he drawled, placing his laptop case into the duffle bag and gathered his thoughts about the girl he had met. “It was like she expected something more from Isshin's death beyond the tuition fees, and that she had thought that Ichigo had been cut from the will entirely. Her feelings were so strong that even I felt it. And considering I’m nearly a dud to emotions? That’s sayin’ something.”
“That is worrying. Do you think she will try anything? Talk to people she shouldn’t?” Aizen asked, Shinji picking up his phone again.
“No, I don’t think she’ll talk to anyone, but if the opportunity presents itself, she’ll try to do something,” he stated, tone dark. “She holds a lot of hate towards Ichigo and I don’t know if he would have any idea as to why she does.”
“Find out. I’ll go back and reread what we have on her sometime in the next few hours. Take care of Ichigo and stay safe. Take your book,” Aizen ordered.
“Yes, Aizen-san,” Shinji replied before hanging up.
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