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North, East, South, West
Overall Fic Rating: R
Chapter Rating: R (for language)
Chapter 3 Part 2
“ So, Gin, what do you want from me today?” He asked, with a hint of amusement. “ These games are becoming tiresome.” He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, plopping one in his mouth. “I would have expected you to jump off the moment that bastard began treading into Tokyo.” He reached in his pocket again for a lighter and realized it wasn’t there.
“ Ya gotta have patience.” Gin said, tossing a lighter at Grimmjaw. He caught it and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag, and exhaling the smoke through his nose. Grimmjaw threw the lighter back at Gin, in which Gin caught it with reflexive ease. “ This ain’t gonna be as easy as ya’ll think its gonna be.”
“ You think… hmph.” Grimmjaw took another drag. “ That cradle robber sure is a damn nuisance.”
“ Cradle robber?” Gin raised an eyebrow. “ Now that’s a new one.”
“ What other dipshit decides to date some chick seventeen years younger than him.” He took another drag. “Its fucking disgusting.”
“ I’ma sure that he ain’t like that yougin’.” Gin took out his tanto from its sheath on his belt. He began to press his index finger against the tip of the sharp blade. “ I’ma sure that man is just playin’ wit her.”
“ You think?”
“ Well, look at it like this.” Gin pointed the tanto at Grimmjow. “ What now makes you think that them girls you cater to at night is how old they say they is?” Grimmjow simply took a drag from his cigarette in response, a bored expression on his face. Gin returned to poking the tanto’s point against his index finger.“ I see my question been answered.” Standing up and sheathing the tanto, he picked up the folder on the table next to his chair and began to walk towards the door of the lounge room. “ That youngin’ that Aizen wit will be useful to me.” He chuckled. “ A weak lil’ thing surely can be molded in somethin’… or broken….” Grimmjaw laughed.
“ You sure gotta point there, Gin.” A door closing was Gin’s response. Grimmjaw took his feet off the coffee table and stood up, taking the cigarette from his lips and tossing it on to the floor. He put it out with his boot before walking out of the lounge.
“ You gonna board that plane to Osaka, ya hear?” Gin said, as he continued walking down the corridor.
“ Flight leaves in two hours.”
“ Get that Kurosaki kid to like ya. He’s weak, so its gonna be easy.” Gin stopped at two plain, white, double doors. “ The fasta you get the job done, the fasta things get done. Bye, bye.” He pushed opened the doors and stepped into the large office, leaving Grimmjaw behind to look at Gin’s retreating figure from the swaying doors.
Gin stopped in front of the large, sleek, black desk… his trademark smirk never leaving his features. He glanced over to his right to see Tousen Kaname sitting in one of the black leather chairs, looking forward. Well, if you could use the word looking considering Aizen’s legal assistant was blind.
“ Ah, hello there, Kaname.” Gin greeted.
“ Greetings, Mr. Ichimaru.” Tousen said, not a hint of emotion in his voice. Gin made a slight face before taking seat next to Tousen in the identical leather chair.
“ All the formal I see.” Gin placed the folder on Aizen’s desk. “ Here’s the paperwork; like I promised, Aizen.” The yakuza leader took the manila folder into his hands and flipped it open, scanning over the information that contained on the sheets.
“ Hmm,” he said, flipping to the next page. “ I’m surprised you actually put your thumbprint.” Gin chuckled.
“ I gotta let them know that I ain’t out to cheat them out of their business.” Gin crossed his legs. “ I gotta be sincere and shed some blood once and a while.”
“ This is perfect… too perfect.” Aizen closed the folder and placed it gently on his desk.
“ I hope you know what you’re doing, Mr. Ichimaru.” Tousen remarked.
“ You know me bettah then that, Kaname.” Gin couldn’t help but to grin.
“ I do hope so.”
“ Ulquiorra has relayed some interesting news from Tokyo while I was there.” Aizen crossed his arms, a smug smile on his face. “ Kuchiki clan is doing pretty well taking control of Tokyo, yet, they don’t understand why all their clients are not paying up… they’re so dumb founded on what’s going on its almost pathetic.”
“ Enjoyin’ your revenge much, Aizen?” Gin asked, amused.
“ I would dare call this revenge, Gin…. I would call this… gettting back what is rightfully mine.”
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Ichigo Kurosaki sat at his desk, staring at the report in front of him as if the sheets of paper grew into little devils with pitch forks, threatening to take him to hell for his family’s misdeeds.
“ What… what is this , Keigo?” Ichigo asked, closing the folder.
“ The report.”
“ From the banks?”
“ The accoutants.”
“ Same damn thing…!” Ichigo stood up. “ I can’t believe this! How did this business lose nearly two million yen in revenue and stocks!”
“ Damnit, Ichigo, you just don’t understand how tied up this business is with the yakuza…” Keigo said, frustrated at Ichigo’s reaction. He raked a hand through his hair. “ I spoke to Tatsuki about how to fix this situation and she said that you’re too much in the hole to do much of anything until you take the helm at your position and stop, as she said, fucking around.”
“ Ah, Tatsuki…” Ichigo sighed, turning around to look outside his office window. “ I don’t want to shed any blood.”
“ What do you think your father did before he retired?” Keigo took the folder from Ichigo’s desk. “ He united the families to end the bloodshed. Now, do you want me to destroy this?”
“ Yes, destroy it.”
“ By the way,” Keigo began as he stopped at the door. “ Urahara should be back tomorrow, try asking him for some advice.” He opened the door.
“ Sometimes I think you should have taken over, Keigo.”
“ Ohoho! So now I’m fit to be in the yakuza!” Keigo laughed.
“ Don’t get so cocky now.” Ichigo smirked.
“ Yeah, whatever.” Keigo left his office.
Ichigo sighed sticking his hands into the pockets of his pants. He looked down at the street filled with people shopping and doing their daily business. For some reason, he felt useless. As if everything was slipping through his hands like sand and there was no way to stop it… For some reason, he thought as he obeserved the citizens of Osaka, he was betraying his father’s beliefs.
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Ishida sat up in the bed, his face in his hands, eyes wide in shock. His mind running wild with thoughts and memories, stuff that he has tried to suppress for so many years coming back to him.
This was the girl. The girl that Sora had spoke of before he died! Ishida has been supporting this girl for five years, always hiding, never coming forward and apologizing for what he had done. Always running away from the truth that he had destroyed someone’s life that was close to him. No, it wasn’t just some thug in his party… he was a friend, a comrade, someone who he confided in. A big brother!
Two soft hands were on his shoulder, breasts pressing against the side of his body. He looked up and then over his shoulder at Orihime, who had a worried expression on her face. How could he have done this to her…. How could he have betrayed Sora like this?
“ What’s wrong?” She asked.
“ N-n-nothing….” He stuttered. “ It’s nothing.” He turned around and cupped Orihime’s face in his hands. “ You’re so beautiful, you know that?” She blushed.
“ … ahh…” He kissed her.
“ I do not deserve someone like you.” A kiss on her cheek. “ You’re too pure.” A kiss on her lips. “ Untainted. “ Another kiss.
“ What are you talking about?” She couldn’t help but giggle.
“ Let’s run away.” Ishida said, abruptly, his thinking process mangled from the revelation. “ Let’s just run away, go somewhere… far away… just go… somewhere were no one can find us and that we can live at peace.”
“ … I-I-ishida…?”
“ Please, will you come?” His eyes, they screamed for help. For release from whatever torment he was in.
“ I-I… I don’t know…. I mean….” Ishida held her hands in his.
“ We’ll get married and then… then….”
“ … What?” Orihime was truly confused. “ Ishi… Uryuu… I have to work and so do you… and besides, I can’t just leave because I have Tatsuki and what about my family? What would they think? Besides if we were to get married, wouldn’t we need my family and your family’s blessings and if we didn’t get their blessings that would certainly be bad luck… and bad luck is bad, very bad, and I don’t want our babies to have bad luck… not that we’re having them right now because we both were cautious and used protection... not that we’re having them right now but still….”
What would he say to that? She was right, from what he managed to decipher from her fast pace monologue. She still had a family, a job, an apartment, and she had friends. Something that he lacked, she still had. He couldn’t just tell her that he had killed her brother and that he’s sorry, let’s run away together.
He had done enough as it is.
“ I’m sorry… Orihime…” Ishida began, unlocking their hands from their hold. “ I.. am so truly sorry.”
“ For what?”
“ For everything.” He pulled the covers off of his body and got up off her bed. “ But… I have to… think….”
“ You’re… leaving….” Ishida leaned over and kissed her again.
“ I’m not sure….”
As Ishida left that room… jacket in one hand, his shirt half way buttoned, hair in a disarray, and pants wrinkled; he looked over to his right and noticed her brother’s shrine… and that’s when reality hit him. That young man’s content smile, so full of life and good heartedness… how could he have taken that away from that girl? From Orihime?
Ishida stood there, staring at that shrine until he forced himself to turn away, walked towards the door, put on his shoes, exit the apartment, closed the door behind him and run. And he ran, down the flights of stairs, towards the street, and he kept running…. Because, that’s all he ever knew how to do.
Was to run away.