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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: 6
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru, TBA
Word Count: 2,640
AN: Yes…Chapter 6. It’s 6:25 in the bloody morning. Deal with me being blah.
As always, this was edited by Cutsycat. I do not give her enough credit. ><
Reviews: Ah, my dear Angela, as I state usually, every Friday a new chapter is put up. :3 I'm glad that you like the story and continue to do so.
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Smirking as they watched Ichigo fuss and fiddle with the snacks and drinks as they waited for everyone to arrive at the house, Shinji finally reached out and tugged on his hand. He pulled him down to sit next to him, stopping him from getting up again by wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Calm down, Ichi-chan. Things are fine, and will be fine,” Shinji drawled, getting a glare from Ichigo before he got comfortable on the couch.
“Meanie,” Ichigo pouted, poking Shinji in the ribs as he shook his head. “I hope you know that you’re getting the damn door now that I’m sitting,” he said, getting a pout from Shinji, smirking at the look.
“So mean,” Shinji whined, Ichigo rolling his eyes at his friend’s dramatic acting.
“Yes, yes, so very mean. So mean that I’ve never accepted a date with you and gave you a birthday discount at the store,” Ichigo drawled, Shinji's smirk stretching wide as he leant down and nuzzled into his neck. He could smell the soft musk that Ichigo preferred to wear compared to perfume or cologne. It was something that Lolita's Dream carried. Delighting in the scent, he pulled Ichigo into his lap, getting a protest form the man, which was ignored as he buried his nose into the scented neck.
“Stop molesting my godson before me would you?” Ryuuken asked, his tone tinged with laughter as he sat down on a recliner next to the couch. Ichigo snickered and relaxed into Shinji's arms, letting him do what he wanted to do.
“Leave him be, Ryuuken-san,” he said, smiling at Ryuuken as he played with the pack of cigarettes that he wanted to open. But Ryuuken knew if he did, Ichigo would gut him with a rusty spoon.
“Fine,” Ryuuken said as the doorbell finally rang. Putting Ichigo to the side, Shinji stood, checking his gun before tucking it into his back holster, his charge scowling at the sight of it.
“Must be one of the groups,” Shinji mused, kissing the top of Ichigo's head with a smile before leaving the living room.
Ryuuken leant forward and asked, “Are you and Shinji-san serious?” getting a startled look from Ichigo.
“No, not at the moment,” he finally said as the sound of the front door opening filtered to their ears. “When we met, the store had only been open for a few months and lately I’ve been doing my online classes.”
“So all of the flirting is…” Ryuuken trailed off, raising an eyebrow.
“Just that. Flirting between friends,” Ichigo replied as a small male walked into the living room. Dark hair fell down to slim shoulders as wide, dark eyes trailed over the two men, a flush spreading over sweet cheeks as a bright smile pulled at thin lips. “Hello, Hana-chan,” he greeted.
“Hi, Ichi-chan,” Hanatoru greeted, leaning over to kiss Ryuuken on the lips with a happy hum of pleasure. “Hello, lover,” he sighed as they broke the kiss.
Shuuhei soon followed after Hanatoru, a vase with paper flowers in hand, long fingered hands curled around it with a surprising gentleness. Short, dark hair spiked upwards as slanted eyes glinted darkly under sculpted eyebrows as he maneuvered his lean strong body around the furniture to place the vase down before Ichigo. Leaning over, he hugged Ichigo, feeling soft lips brush over the 69 and the scars that ran down his forehead down over his cheek.
“Hey, Ichi-chan,” Shuuhei greeted, voice darkly rich, making Ichigo smile sweetly up at him.
“Ichigo-chan, father,” Ishida greeted, stepping in and sitting down next to Ichigo as he was eyed by his friend, noticing the fringe of dark hair, hair that shone blue under the right light, was mussed. It still fell around Uryuu's face while the shorter strands stuck up around his head but it was noticeable that it was mussed. Pale skin was flushed and the lean body was nearly limp in exhaustion.
“Long day at the shop?” Ichigo asked in curiosity, Ishida nodding as he stretched his legs out as his head flopped back as Tessai walked in.
Tessai worked in the back and was the main muscle of the shop. He was the tallest of them all and wore sunglasses most of the time. Tanned skin often interested Ichigo as strongly define muscles shifted with every movement of the large man. What truly interested Ichigo were the rows of braids that Tessai kept his hair in, wanting to undo them all and run his finger through the loose hair.
Ichigo made sure to keep a firm hold on those urges. No need to make the large man look at him oddly.
“Hello, Tessai-kun,” Ichigo greeted, Tessai nodding with a smile, taking up a standing position behind his employer and friend as they waited for the Guardians to arrive.
Sitting back, Ichigo watched over his friends, already worried about their safety, knowing what was possibly after them.
“So, before the others arrive, I suppose I should tell you guys what happened to my father and two sisters.” Taking a slow, deep breath, feeling Tessai rest his hands on his shoulders, Ichigo started to tell everyone the basics of what was happening, had happened and probably would happen, everyone's eyes glued to him.
“Damn,” Uryuu finally said, eyes wide as Ichigo finished with his story. “So, for some odd reason, these Bounts came after your father and sisters and killed them. Now that you’re here, they might come after you just to round out the family death?”
“Pretty much. And since everyone here is connected to me, Byakuya-san thinks that maybe you might be in trouble to,” Ichigo warned, relaxing under the stroking, nearly massaging, hands. “They should be here soon,” he said, looking at the wall clock that read 8:20. As he finished the sentence, the doorbell rang. Shinji was quick to disappear from the spot that he had taken near the living room door to open it. After a few moments, The Guardians walked in, being lead by Aizen.
The two groups eyed each other for a few minutes, Ichigo's friends nibbling on the snacks provided before Uryuu decided that sizing up the new people was too tiring.
“These people are the Guardians, right?” he asked, looking to Ichigo, who smiled slightly.
“Guardians, I would like to introduce Uryuu Ishida, his father Ryuuken Ishida, Hanatoru Yamada, Hisagi Shuuhei and Tessai Tsukabishi, my work team at Lolita's Dreams and close friends,” Ichigo drawled, pointing to each person.
“Hello, everyone. I am Sosuke Aizen. My people are Soi-Fon, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Ikkaku Madarame, Yumichika Asagaywa, Coyote Starrk, Szayel Aporro Grantz, Ichimaru Gin, Kensei Muguruma and as you all know, Shinji Hirako,” Aizen introduced. “Has Ichigo-san told you about what happened to his family?” he asked, everyone nodding. “Good. Everyone, find a spot to sit, we do have much to talk about in what I suspect is very little time. You all look exhausted.”
“Time for stock to come in,” Shuuhei replied, dropping down onto the floor as he grabbed a can of soda and a small bowl of chips. “We were tagging things along with dealing with our customers.” Kensei looked to him and wondered just why they had to watch him so closely. Shuuhei had been one of three, Tessai and Ichigo the other two, that they had trouble getting a lot of personal information on. By his face and eyes, his past was interesting if not sad.
For the moment, Kensei took his own seat and turned to pay attention with the others.
As they sat and listened about who the Bounts were and just why they were such a danger to everyone, Ichigo stayed quiet, rubbing the rim of his cup while staring at the coffee within it. Aizen kept a close eye on the young man as Soi-Fon and Starrk answered questions.
“Ichigo-san, you’ve been quiet this whole time. Care to share as to why?” Aizen asked lowly, eyes worried for him. Ichigo blinked and looked up from his coffee cup, eyebrows drawing together as he gazed at him.
“What?” he asked, sounding as if he hadn’t heard a thing that had been said in the last few minutes.
“I was curious as to what was making you so quiet the last little while,” Aizen said, shifting in the kitchen chair, watching Ichigo flush and hide behind his cup as he took a drink of coffee.
“I was thinking about what you said about that Jin Kariya guy. You said that all you really know about him is that he looks to be of Germanic ancestry, or at least that’s what the facial profile guy caught,” Ichigo said, frowning lightly. “What I want to know is how the hell did he remember that without remember anything else about Kariya anyways?”
“I can answer that one,” Gin chirped as he stepped forward. “We think he has the ability to obscure any memory of his actual looks. The facial profile that saw him was able to remember the shape of his face because that’s what he’s trained to do.”
Ichigo hummed and frowned lightly before asking, “How many people have seen the Bounts, really? And actually lived to tell the tale?”
“More then enough, surprisingly, but again, no one can remember what they look like due to Kariya's ability,” Soi-Fon snapped, Ichigo frowning heavily at her. She hadn't been exactly nice to him and with everything that had gone on in the last 48 hours, he was stressed out and ready to snap back. Her next words made his face go blank and Shuuhei scoot away from him, much to most of the Guardians curiosity. “Do you have any more idiotic questions, child?”
Taking a low, slow breath, Ichigo placed his coffee cup down and stood from the couch, smoothing his skirt down, gazing at the woman with cool eyes.
“You know, the first time I met you, I thought that you were cool, kinda stand offish and decided to just generally let you do your job,” he drawled, his voice a rolling purr that sent Hanatoru, Shuuhei, Ryuuken and Ishida moving for areas out of Ichigo's immediate sight. Tessai just went still and waited. “Ya, you glared at me, but I figured that you were stressed out with a new case and learning new details. But that last question makes me wonder why you’re so pissy to me.”
“Is there a fucking question?” Soi-Fon snapped, jerking when Ichigo glared sharply at her.
“If you'd let me finish what I want to say, then yes, there is,” Ichigo growled, making Tessai twitch and the bodyguards stare at him in surprise. They hadn't expected him to have such a rough sounding growl. “Now, my question is this. What did I do to you to piss you off? Did I kick your pet without knowing it? Did I somehow insult you? Do my clothes sear your eyes because I'm a male wearing female clothing? Or is it just because I am a male?” he sneered, a dark look in his eyes. Soi-Fon's lips thinned out as she stiffened.
“Oh, boy, not good,” Ryuuken muttered, Starrk and Aizen rubbing at their temples. They could feel the cold anger that barely shimmered under a level of sheer rage, the feeling of it acting like a frozen ice pick stabbing into their temples.
“Ah, I see. You don't like men, do you? You probably respect your co-workers but that's only after years of working side by side with them, but you don't really like them,” Ichigo said, once more, his voice a rolling purr as he placed a hand on one hip. “Then I come along, dressed like a woman and I'm a male. I have a flat chest and a dick between my legs. I insult your very sensibilities. I am not an idiot, I never have been. I run a business and I have a 4 point oh GPA at the same time. Never once have I insulted a woman who didn't push me past my very strong level of patience. So take your prejudice about men and shove it up your ass. I won't put up with your unneeded meanness, especially since most of the people you will be watching and working with are either gay or bi males!”
“Ouch, what a rant,” Shuuhei muttered, wincing. “Ichi-chan doesn't care about status or people's opinions, and when there is unneeded and un-welcomed prejudice near him, he gets pissy,” he said louder before Ichigo sniffed and stalked off, the sound of his footsteps walking up the stairs fading quickly.
“I'll tell him what we discuss later,” Shinji promised, glaring at Soi-Fon who had decided to shut up and sit down out of the way.
“That's fine. Talking about powers right now, how about we discuss our abilities. As you probably know, everyone on my team has some level of empathetic talent. I'm on the higher end of that ability, but my main Talent has been named Soul Searching,” Aizen said, drawing the attention back to the main reason as to why they were there.

“Soul Searching?” Hanatoru asked, Aizen turning his gaze to the young male and smiling.
“I can gaze into anyone's soul, see who they are and if they're a Talent themselves,” Aizen explained. Ryuuken and Shuuhei looked at him with curious eyes, feeling that the man wasn't telling them everything about his ability but let it slide for the moment.
From there, Aizen went over the others abilities.
Gin had a mind that worked as fast as a computer and was able to use it as a voice profiling system, taking the pitch and tone, and telling if the person was lying, telling half truths or full truths. He was also on the lower end of the empathetic scale that had been created.
Soi-Fon was an aura reader and somewhere the middle of the scale, while Starrk was her counterpart as an aura manipulator and higher on the empathetic scale.
Kensei, Ikkaku and Grimmjow had varying degrees of strength and speed, only increasing in abilities when they had their weapons of choice in their hands. All three were lower end empathetics.
Szayel was much like Gin with his computer like mind, able to store information until, as he stated it, deleted it mentally. Like his counterpart, he was low on the scale and so was Shinji, who was pretty simple with his abilities. His various senses were enhanced when he wanted them to be, making him the sharp shooter of the group.
Yumichika was one that had talent that could be dangerous if used on the wrong side of the law. He could hypnotize a person as long as he kept either skin on skin contact or eye contact with the person. His ability was expanding and growing to the point where he was able to keep a person under his power for a short time without any contact with the person.
After they had talked Talent, they shifted to who would watch over who. It ended up with Ikkaku and Yumichika assigned to watch Hanatoru and Ryuuken, respectively. Kensei would be tailing Shuuhei, much to his delight seeing as he really wanted to get to know him, especially since he had gone back to sitting on the couch, almost falling asleep in his coffee.
Starrk was assigned to Uryuu, while Shinji had already claimed Ichigo. Aizen had offered to watch over Tessai before the man had admitted that he had a Talent himself, which was close to the warding that the temple priests and priestesses had done in days long past.
Once that was done, they headed home, the Guardians who were doing the guard work following after their charges that they had been given. Ichigo simply watched them leave from his bedroom window.
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