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The Streets of Hueco Mundo	By : needlesandthread Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“You get in a fight with a cat?”
            “What?” asked Ichigo.
            “Yer hands. You’re scratched pretty deep.”
            “Oh,” said Ichigo, looking down at his hands. Yeah, Grimmjow was right. Shiro had gotten him pretty good. He crossed his arms, stuffing his hands out of sight and went back to reading the files open on his lap as he sat next to his partner in Ichigo’s condo.
            Grimmjow noted the slight blush that tinted Ichigo’s cheekbones. Well, it wasn’t his business, and it seemed Ichigo didn’t want to tell him either, so he’d just have to deal with the fact that Ichigo had most likely had mind blowing sex last night with someone other than him. For some reason, that thought cut through him like a knife. Fucking idiot, he fumed to himself.
            Suddenly, it was too much to be sitting next to Ichigo. He had to move. He shot up off the couch, throwing his files across the room in frustration.
            “What the fuck, spaz!?” snapped Ichigo, glaring up at Grimmjow.
            Grimmjow’s mind raced. What was he suppose to say? Hey, Ichigo, I know we’re partners at work, and we’re also two dudes, but hey, I’d really like to fuck yer brains out. Whatada say? Yeah right.
            “I’m just sick of this; it feels like we’re getting nowhere. What good is sitting around reading through these fucking records going to do?”
            “I don’t know! If you have a better idea genius, then spit it out. Otherwise, stop destroying my house!”
            They glared at each other angrily, and Grimmjow couldn’t help but think how sexy Ichigo was when he was all worked up. Fuck, I’m losing my mind…
            Ichigo’s phone rang and went rooting through the papers for it. It was an unidentified number. He unlocked it and snapped, “You’re on speaker phone! Who’s this?”
            “Tha’s no way ta greet yer brother, ‘specially after last night,” said the watery voice on the other end.
            “Shiro! Stop playing around and get to point!” snapped Ichigo angrily.
            “Oooo, touchy. Bet yer with blue, huh? Hey Grimm.” Shiro went out of his way to purr his greeting.
            Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, eyeing Ichigo, who looked everywhere but at him.
            “Hey,” he replied, keeping his voice as even as possible.
            Ichigo let out an audible sigh.
            “Shiro, if you could please just tell me why you called, we have a lot of work to do,” Ichigo said in a slightly pleading voice, scared of what more his sadistic brother was going to say. He couldn’t take the phone off speaker now; it was only going to make him look suspicious.
            “I got somethin’ that I believe will help yer investigation.”
            “How did you know about that?”
            “A certain black haired, four eyed bastard has been terrorizing my employees, which is why I came ta town. When I found out what he’s been going on about, I called yer boss. Told ‘im I was only talking to ya.”
            “Well, give me the info.”
            “How about you an’ blue come down? Been awhile since ya been in, I hear.”
            “Fine, but you better not waste our time when we get there. I mean it, Shiro!”
            “It’ll be worth it, King.”
            “We’ll be there in a half hour, bye.”
            Ichigo hung up, flinging his folder onto the couch.
            “We’re going to Alibi,” he informed Grimmjow.
            “So wait, yer brother owns both Alibi and Cero in Las Noches?”
            “Yes, my brother is the proud owner of both gay clubs. If you tell anyone that ever, he’ll sue the pants off your ass. I’m not kidding you.”
            “Why does he keep it such a secret?” Grimmjow asked, weaving through traffic like a maniac.
            “He got real weird after an incident in high school, and he didn’t want it out there. He likes the anonymity. And he literally will serve you with papers when we get there.”
            “What incident?”
            Ichigo sighed, “I can’t really tell you.”
            “Can’t, or won’t?”
            Ichigo chewed his lip, debating.
            “Shiro was raped,” Ichigo said quietly.
            “By a guy, I’m guessing.”
            “Yes. It was our sophomore year. It was pretty brutal, from what I understand. He was some jerk who had been fucking with Shiro since we started High school, gay but couldn’t admit to himself. Bullied him constantly about being a “fag”, and we kicked his ass real good. Except he retaliated, waiting for me to be stuck in detention one day to nab my brother in the locker room after school. Shiro sort of lost it after that.”
            “That’s fucked up,” commented Grimmjow, as Ichigo reached for his coffee. Grimmjow waited for the foam rim to reach Ichigo’s lip before making his next statement.
            “So how long after that did ya’ll start fuckin’?”
            Ichigo was in mid swallow, and started coughing violently. When he finally got his bearings, he glared at Grimmjow.
            “Why would you say that?”
            Grimmjow pulled into a parking space in Alibi’s parking lot, slamming it park.
            “Obviously, ya think I’m a fuckin’ idiot, Kurosaki. The two of you were practically dry humping in yer dad’s living room. That was more than brotherly love.”
            “So what if we do? Everything else in our lives is fucked up, so why shouldn’t we be too? And who are you to judge what we do?” yelled Ichigo, yanking off his seat belt and bolting out of the car.
            Grimmjow was out in a flash, hot on Ichigo’s black conversed heels. He grabbed Ichigo’s wrist.
            “I ain’t judging anybody here! I just asked a fuckin’ question! Why are ya gettin’ so bent out of shape?”
            “It’s not my business if you got a problem with gay people, but keep it to yourself, and let go of me, asshole!” Ichigo tried to pull his arm away from Grimmjow, who only tightened his hold.
            “No. Stop acting like a child so we can have a proper discussion.”
            “I said, let go,” Ichigo said, his eyes narrowing.
            “Make me,” replied Grimmjow, well aware of the hypocrisy of his behavior.
            Before Ichigo could even think about what he doing, the coffee that was still in his other hand was suddenly dripping down Grimmjow’s face, soaking his shirt in its sticky, lukewarm caffeinated goodness.
            Grimmjow’s eyes darkened in anger, taking on a slightly psychotic gleam.
            “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”
            The next thing they knew, they were rolling on the ground, a tangle of limbs as they wrestled each other. They were both screaming incoherent obscenities at each other, desperately trying to get shots in to each other’s ribs with failing fists. The gravel pierced and tore their clothes and skin, but neither cared.
            “Hey, fuckers! What do you think you’re doing?”
            They stopped fighting each other to look up at the tall blonde woman pointing what looked like a Smith and Wesson pistol at them.
            “Ichigo? Is that you? Good. I detest having to draw this gun. Do you know this man you are, erm, scuffling with?”
            “Yeah, I know this pain in my ass, Halibel,” Ichigo grunted out from underneath Grimmjow.
            “Excellent. I would have hated to have to kill someone,” she said calmly, holstering her gun beneath her long jacket.
            “Your brother waits. I will escort you.”
            The only way into Shiro’s offices at the top of the building was through a hidden service elevator that was activated by a keycard. A keycard that was changed every other week. Shiro was big on security. Halibel was his head of security and one of Shiro’s trusted confidants. She filled them in on the way up.
            “The deputy inspector Ishida Uryu has been poking around the club for the last few weeks, questioning the employees about if they’ve seen any suspicious activities transpiring in the club. Straight to the point, if we’ve seen anyone selling drugs. He has a hunch that someone is selling Pantera from within the club because, as he’s explaining to us, his officers have been apprehending numerous people who say they got it from here.”
            “This is news to me, Jesus, it’d be nice if the Captain shared that info,” Ichigo said crossly.
            “Either way,” said Halibel as the elevator doors slid open, “I took the liberty of going through the security tapes of the last few weeks of operation.” They followed her off the elevator, stepping into a small lobby area. The security room and the employee room were off it to the right. Shiro’s office lay to the left. They followed Halibel who punched in the code to access Shiro’s office.
            Ichigo’s twin was reclined in his black leather executive chair; his shiny black Dolce&Gabbana oxfords perched on the corner of his desk. He wore a white and black pin striped suit, fitted to his lean body and if Ichigo had to guess he’d say it was Armani. Shiro had the money to support his expensive tastes, and he certainly indulged.
            Shiro cocked a thin brow at the state Ichigo and Grimmjow were in. Sinking into a black leather chair angled in front of Shiro’s desk, Ichigo said, “Don’t ask.”
            Grimmjow followed suit, thinking it best to just keep his mouth shut as he felt Shiro’s golden orbs train immediately on him. However, he met those eyes full on with his own that still glittered darkly with danger. Shiro smirked, and picked up a remote off the desk.
            “We got yer guy.”
            He hit play and on the 60 inch LED screen mounted in the corner images of a guy in what looked like one of Alibi’s VIP rooms was seen meeting with various men. Some paid him cash, coyly passing it to him and him passing the drugs, a French drop hand trick. Others, ones who seemed to interest the man sexually, also paid with cash but gave out slutty lap dances and strip teases. Halibel had taken all the videos and chopped them into segments that clearly showed exchanges. After watching five or so, Ichigo motioned to Shiro he’d seen enough.
            “Who is he?” asked Grimmjow.
            “Kugo Ginjo,” said Halibel, with a slight curl of lip. “He works for Espada as one of their best distributors. Apparently he’s been dealing from within the VIP section of our club.”
            “Who all knows about this?” asked Ichigo, turning to Shiro.
            “Nobody so far but us an’ you two. I had Halibel make ya a copy of the tape.”
            “I have to get my Captain in on this, Shiro. He calls the shots about what we do next.”
            Shiro frowned but conceded.
            “Sure, King. I’d do anything for ya’.”
            Captain Kuchiki had arrived within forty five of Ichigo’s call. With pursed lips, he watched Halibel’s tape. He made it through a little farther than Ichigo chose to before hitting pause. He sat on the plush white couch in Shiro’s office and regarded his two officers.
            “It seems to me that somehow we’ll have to get close to this Ginjo. And of the two of you, I’d say Ichigo’s our best bet.”
            “Why King?” demanded Shiro.
            Grimmjow smirked, “Cuz Ginjo likes guys built like Ichigo. Just look at the tape.”
            Shiro’s two toned eyes flashed from the TV screen to his brother and back. It was true; the guys in the video were lean with lithe muscle, of average height and varying hair colors. He frowned deeply.
            “I don’ condone this type of shit in my clubs, but I’ll be damned if ya gonna throw my brother to the wolves.”
            “It’s no big deal, Shiro. I have Grimmjow to back me up, and we can arrange for Renji and Rukia to be on standby. All I have to do is get this guy to trust me enough to find out who’s supplying him. We’re finally getting somewhere.”
            “Sounds like it’s decided then,” commented Byakuya, standing to leave. “I will inform Squad 13 of your decision.”
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