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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: 8
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru, one sided Jin/Ichigo
Word Count: 2,377
AN: Another chapter, another round of happies. *nods*
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It was the middle of the afternoon the day after the Guardians had been assigned, and Ichigo, Ryuuken, Yumichika and Shinji were in the Kurosaki attic, getting rid of the very little dust in the surprisingly tidy and well organized space. Or rather, Ichigo, Ryuuken and Shinji were getting rid of the dust while Yumichika shifted through files and boxes of books that looked much like accounting books.
“So, I was right about Soi-Fon, huh?” Ichigo asked as he brushed his gloved hands off, voice colored with surprise. They had found the gloves and masks in the clinic below, not wanting to deal with the dust and resulting sneezing fits. Shinji snickered and nodded as he stood up with another box, putting it down next to Yumichika before sitting next to him.
“Oh yeah. She’s very much anti-male. No one knows why because she isn’t talking, but there’s every chance that Aizen-san would know. But again, he isn’t talking if he does know,” Shinji told him. Ichigo hummed as he dumped the dust in his mini vacuum into a bag; Ryuuken moving towards one window, opening it up to let some air into the attic. “Though, her hard on for you seems like its more then just her usual hate. I don’t know why though because she’s never met you before yesterday. Though, I have talked about you and the others often enough.”
“She probably based her opinion on that and the fact that you’re not only gay but also a cross dresser,” Ryuuken mused as he walked over to the desk that sat near the steps that lead down stairs.
“The whole ‘guy wants to be a chick’ theory about gay guys,” Yumichika mused, shoving the box he had just finished away from him and across the floor.
“I thought that line of thinking would have gone the way of the dinosaurs,” Ichigo snorted, pulling off his gloves and tossing them away into a bag and removed his mask, tossing it onto the desk as Ryuuken sat in the desk chair.
“Apparently, if she’s thinking it, she’s trying to bring it back into being again,” Yumichika snorted, shaking his head. “We’ll keep her away from you so you won’t have to deal with her.”
“That would be nice,” Ichigo replied, opening another box to start digging through, putting the filed information and monthly appointment books aside. Pausing, he slowly placed an appointment book down, drawing his companions’ attention.

”What is it, Ichi-chan?” Ryuuken asked, looking up from the desk drawer that he had started going through.
“I think I found where dad hid his and the twins journals,” Ichigo replied, lifting out a bright pink journal with Yuzu on the front of it, followed by a basic black journal, Isshin's name in white on the front of it. Several more with various years on them followed soon after, along with a box full of letters that had been addressed to but never sent to Ichigo, making him gaze at his three companions with a lost look on his face.
“Well, it looks as if I have a phone call to make,” Yumichika stated, standing up. Ichigo nodded, piling the books back into the box, and standing up along with Shinji and Ryuuken. “Make sure that’s all of their journals, Shinji.”
“Yeah, yeah, Yumi-chan. Come on, let’s do this at the kitchen table, where there’s more room available to us,” Shinji grumbled, leading the way down the stairs, Ichigo carrying the box. Once they were all in the kitchen, Yumichika paused to watch Ichigo pull out the journals, putting them in the order they were marked before he slipped out of the house, grabbing his phone on the way. He knew who he had to call but he wasn’t really looking forward to the conversation about to take place.
Gin had said there was something about Ichigo that drew a person to him, but didn’t know what. Yumichika was beginning to see what the other man had been talking about. To be around Ichigo was rather addicting, especially since he didn’t even realize that he was doing it.
Shaking his head, Yumichika dialed Gin and waited for the man to pick up, figuring that the other man was just waiting for his call.

”Did something happen, Yumi-chan?” Gin asked. Aizen looked up from the files he and his friend had bought home, all of them about the Bounts and their victims.
“Nothing bad, Gin-kun” Yumichika murmured over the line as he leant back against the side of the house. “But can you tell Aizen-san that we discovered where the journals were placed? Or at least the ones we may want. We also found some letters from the elder Kurosaki to Ichigo-chan from the looks of them.”

”Well, that is definitely some interesting news,” Gin drawled, waving his hand at Aizen when the man moved to open his mouth to ask a question. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”
“I can see where you would be worried about being around Ichigo for too long, but I don’t think it’s a Talent, just pure charisma,” Yumichika said, looking in one window, spotting Ichigo smiling softly at what looked to be a letter from his father. “If he does have a Talent, it would likely be something like mine. If it is a Talent, it’s not active.”
“So, he’s a possible hypnotist with a lot of draw then. Look, I’ll call you later, after I speak with Aizen-san. Keep a close eye on Ichigo-san and if he starts to show any sign of it being used, call me after getting it to stop and building a wall,” Gin finally said, getting a small grunt of agreement from Yumichika. Flipping the phone shut, he looked at Aizen and raised an eyebrow. “They found the journals, but they also found letters from Isshin Kurosaki to one Ichigo Kurosaki.”
“That’s good,” Aizen replied, sounding rather amused about it all. “Now, what’s this about a Talent?”
“There might be every possibility that our dear Ichigo has a Talent, a hypnotizing one at that. We did discover that Isshin didn’t have one, but did we ever dig into his mothers past?” Gin asked as he flopped onto a chair, crossing his legs as Aizen shook his head. “Didn’t think so. We should probably do that. We wouldn’t want to be caught off guard if he does have one from his mother.”
“You’re right, I suppose. We shall do that, but later. I believe that I owe you lunch for the moment,” Aizen drawled. As the two left, Gin couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason the Bounts had taken out the Kurosaki family, if only to get to a Talent who’s ability was latent, but accessible with the right push.
Gin silently hoped not.
Back at the house, Ichigo was staring at the box of letters and dimly heard Ryuuken starting to make dinner while Shinji and Yumichika continued to go through boxes up in the attic. Leaning back, he continued to gaze at the very box that held some of the last words that his father had written to him.
Granted, they had never been sent, but still, they showed that his father had regretted his actions and words. It also showed him that his father had never felt as if he had deserved to be forgiven, something that Ichigo had done just months ago. He was terrified to pick up the journals though, knowing that they held memories that still stung and hurt.

Shaking off those memories, he reached out to pick up another letter to read, having read three of them already, just as the door bell rang. Blinking, he dropped the envelope back down into the shoe box and stood up from the table, walking out of the kitchen. Opening it up, the ‘hello’ died on his lips at the sight of Sado standing there with a gift basket, an envelope bearing his name and a bouquet of flowers.
“Sado-san? What are you doing here?” Ichigo asked in curiosity, making sure to keep his surprise out of his voice as the large man shifted on his feet.
“Can we please talk? I have much to say, preferably before I suddenly forget it,” Sado said, looking around with a slight frown on his lips. Ichigo nodded and stepped back from the door.
“Of course, please, come in,” Ichigo said, watching as Sado stepped in with a slight smile on his lips. “Would you like some tea?” he offered, leading the way into the living room.
“Yes, that would be nice,” Sado hummed, holding out the three things to Ichigo. “You still like chocolate?” he asked.
“Yes, I do,” Ichigo replied, taking the flowers, smelling the delicate scent that came from them. “Put the basket down on the table would you? I’ll go put these into a vase,” he said, smiling softly and walking into the kitchen. Sado smiled and nodded, putting the basket down as Ichigo headed to where Ryuuken was slicing some tomatoes.
“Was that Sado-san?” Ryuuken asked, curious as to why the large man was there. From what Ichigo had told him, the large man hadn’t talked to Ichigo since he had hidden himself away from his family and friends to take the time to heal his heart and soul.
“Yeah, he’s here to talk to me about something or another,” Ichigo replied. Pulling out a vase and filling it with some water he removed the wrapper around the flowers and placed them into the vase. “He gave me a gift basket and these flowers. Aren’t they gorgeous?”
“They are very gorgeous,” Ryuuken drawled as Ichigo placed the vase onto the dining room table. Watching him make tea, Ryuuken mused that it was rather interesting that Ichigo was nearly glowing with happiness that Sado was there, even if he was just there to talk about whatever. Once the tea was done, Ichigo paused by the stairs, gazing at Shinji and Yumichika who stood at the top of them.
“It’s just Sado-san,” he told the two, Yumichika's eyebrow cocking in slight disbelief. Smiling at the two in what he hoped was a soothing way before continuing on his way to his living room, he put the tray down, his smile turning sad at the sight of Sado. Sitting down on his couch, arms resting on his knees and hair still falling into one eye, outside of the goatee that sat on Sado's chin, his friend hadn’t changed. “It’s been a long time, Sado-san.”
“Yes, it has been,” Sado rumbled, watching as Ichigo poured the tea with long delicate like fingers. He had always known that that his friend was lean all over, but to see how it translated over when he was actually cross dressing, it was a stunning visual effect. Ichigo looked much like the pictures of his mother, even in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt, hair pulled into a messy bun. “Life has been treating you well, I hope.”
“Yes, it has. I opened my store that I always wanted to, called it Lolita's Dream even,” Ichigo said, handing over a teacup as he sat down in his own chair. “What I’m curious about is why you never returned any of my calls or letters those first few months,” he said quietly, gazing at Sado over his teacup. Sado took a deep breath, calming his nerves down as he placed his own teacup down onto the table before him.
“The thing is that I never got any of your messages or letters. I didn’t even know about them until yesterday. I got curious about something and went through Orihime's apartment. I found tapes that came from my old answering machine along with the letters,” he said, lacing his fingers together, a thumb rubbing at the fleshy part of his hand.
“Orihime… stole your answering machine tapes?” Ichigo asked, eyes wide as he gripped his cup tightly. “That almost seems…”
“Impossible, right? Yeah, I believed the same thing until last year when she got really pissy about news of your shop getting really popular around the college campus. I learned really fast to not even mention Lolita's Dream, much less you. I was surprised when she got a job as your fathers’ assistant,” Sado explained, Ichigo's lips pulling into a frown.
“What about the letters?” he asked after a few moments. Sado looked up before shrugging.
“Like I said, I found them too, but I don’t remember ever getting them. But apparently I did and was going to respond since there were some started letters from me with them,” Sado replied lowly. Ichigo could feel the hairs on his arms rise upwards at the words. “I also found notes with your e-mail, phone number and the stores number, so it looks like I was preparing to call you but I forgot about it for whatever reason.”
“Sounds like a very dangerous Talent in the hands of a very jealous female,” Yumichika stated from the doorway, Ichigo and Sado looking up at him in surprise. Shinji and his friend were standing there and frowning, both looking to be in deep thought.
“But if she has a Talent, why hasn’t she been found out? Especially with one that can be considered dangerous?” Ichigo asked, Sado's visible eye widening in shock.
“Could her jealousy turn into hatred in only a few years?” Sado asked, shivering lightly at the thought that she hated enough to destroy memories.
“If it was fueled by a serious dislike or hate for Ichigo's personal choices and life style choices? Than, yes, it can,” Yumichika stated, coming to sit down on the edge of the coffee table. “As for why, if she hasn’t run across someone who couldn’t keep her away from the memories that she wants to destroy, she can go for years without being discovered. It looks as if you’re going to stay here for a while, Sado-san, for the simple fact that you need to learn how to uncover these missing memories and to keep her away from them.” Sado nodded as Shinji pulled out his phone to call Aizen and Gin to tell them the new information.
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