Ichigo exhaled loudly. "Why the hell did I agree to this?"
"Because the idea of alcohol is extremely appealing, no matter who you're drinking with," Grimmjow put forward, sipping his drink.
Glancing sidelong at Grimmjow, Ichigo picked up his drink. "Hm…"
The pair of them had wandered down the street upon finally deciding to go drinking and ended up at a small, shack-like bar that smelt of musty sex and old beer. The room was poorly lit and there were few customers around, but it was open and it was cheap.
"So what do we know about our victim?" Grimmjow asked, shooting a cautious look at the burly bartender.
"Shū Kannogi was the head of a prominent noble family, the Kannogi clan." Ichigo flicked open the case file, leaning his elbows on the bar bench. "The Kannogi clan controls one of the largest pharmaceutical businesses in the country. He was married to Rurichiyo Kasumiōji, the head of the prominent noble family, the Kasumiōji clan. They also work in pharmaceuticals and at their marriage; they combined their businesses."
"Was it arranged?"
"No. Rurichiyo and Shū met at a function and began dating a couple of weeks after that."
"So now Rurichiyo is the head of both businesses…"
Ichigo shook his head. "No, don't even think it. She didn't kill him to take over the business!"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. "Fuck… I was just throwing it out there. Besides, why are you so sure she didn't do it?"
"Why? Because she loves him."
"That's your excuse? She 'loves him'?"
Ichigo's lip curled up in irritation. "We have no evidence to say she did. Besides, Di Roy is our prime suspect here."
"And how's that?" Grimmjow demanded tiredly.
"Five weeks ago, Di Roy made an attempt on his life."
"What?" Grimmjow snatched up the file, flicking the report open as turquoise orbs flew over it. "There's a security tape of it?"
"Yeah," Ichigo replied, not bothering to get the file back. "That and he's known to one of the bodyguards."
"Then… why hasn't he been arrested yet?" he asked hesitantly.
Ichigo sighed as he rested his head on his arms, staring at his glass. "When the attempt was made, nobody reported it. It wasn't until now that we were given this information." Ichigo made a face. "It also seems that neither clan wants to press charges so we can't arrest him until we find out where he was when Shū was killed."
Grimmjow nodded along. "Well, that makes sense I guess. But… you said that Di Roy was known to one of the body guards?"
"Ah… an Edrad Liones…" Ichigo tapped his chin in thought. "It seems that Edrad had seen Di Roy spying on them and scouting the area days before Shū's death."
Surprised by the lack of response, Ichigo glanced Grimmjow's way, stunned when he realised he was shaking quietly, glaring at the report.
"Oi, what the hell is going on?"
Grimmjow chuckled in exasperation. "Nothing, it just blows me away that Di Roy is so completely stupid."
Silent for a moment, Ichigo turned on the bar chair, scowling at his partner. "What the hell is it that has you so worked up? Were you friends or something?"
Flipping the folder shut, Grimmjow gave Ichigo a smirk and stood. "You'd love to know, wouldn't you? Sorry, but I don't know if I'm quite ready to be all 'share and care' just yet."
Ichigo almost argued, but finally heaved a sigh, bringing the folder back to himself. "Fine, do whatever the fuck you want. I'm just going to be solving a murder, tell me when you'd like to be involved."
Grimmjow grit his teeth, stealing one last death stare at the neon haired man before leaving the bar. He was definitely not going to fuck him, no matter how good looking he was.
Ichigo stood in front of Di Roy's dilapidated house, staring at the building in distaste. The paint was chipping, the windows were smashed and the garden was overrun with weeds and consisted of one small plant that was shrivelled and brown. It also seemed to be on a strange slant, as if the whole house were crooked and he frowned at it before crossing his arms and leaning against the rickety fence, sighing in the early morning sun.
He had no idea why he was doing this, honestly, it was stupid. Grimmjow had probably gone home yet here he was, waiting for him.
"Fuck," he muttered, scratching his head, straightening. May as well get it over and done with. It's not like he's coming…
It was then that said man's pretentious car came into sight, pulling up in the gravel driveway.
Grimmjow seemed surprised to see him there, bright eyebrows raised as he parked his car. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Ichigo scowled, crossing his arms again. "Yeah, 'morning to you too."
Grunting, Grimmjow slid out of his car, scratching his head as he glared at his partner. "Why are you waiting?"
Stiffening, Ichigo turned and began quickly walking to the front door, ignoring his question.
A snort sounded and Ichigo glared back.
"I just find it funny you waited for me. I… uh, didn't think you liked me."
"Whether or not I like you has nothing to do with it. I told you we'd work together and I'm not about to break my own promise."
"Okay, that's cool. I don't really give two fucks but… it just seems weird."
Ichigo sneered, looking down his nose from the steps before knocking.
Di Roy was not an intimidating man at a rather average 5 foot 6. In fact, he didn't have one iota of a threatening presence. In fact, he just looked rather creepy-perhaps the kind to flash and run. His ratty, ash blonde hair covered one eye and most of his acne prone face and his large, strangely sculpted teeth made it look like he was always smiling.
His smile froze upon seeing the pair of them however and he made a rather surprisingly quick dash to the back door.
Grimmjow, it appeared, had anticipated this and he leaped past Ichigo, his foot landing straight on Di Roy's back, pushing the small man to the floor.
"Uh-uh-uh!" he sang out, pushing his heel in that little bit more, a twisted smile on his face. "What do you think you're doing Di Roy? Run like that again and I just might need to shoot you."
Di Roy grunted, glaring up at him half-heartedly before appealing to Ichigo.
Ichigo just scratched his neck, frowning as he looked around. The house was worse inside and looked as if it hadn't seen the light of day, let alone a scrubbing brush for close to an eternity. The floor boards were rotting and the ceiling was falling in. Furniture was scarce to say the least with only one piece to be seen-a small orange armchair. It was unfortunate it had to be vinyl with a snakeskin design, because it made it seem even worse.
"I swear I won't run so let me up, hey Grimm?" Di Roy had a slight lisp, probably the result of his ill formed teeth and he smiled crookedly up at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow stomped on his back but pulled back, snarling. "Don't call me Grimm."
"Grimm huh?" Ichigo's eyebrows rose quizzically as he crossed his arms.
He growled. "Shut-up."
"What? Am I ruining your reunion?"
Di Roy glanced between them as he stood, rubbing his arm absently. "What's going on?"
Grimmjow glared at him. "Sit down and shut-the-fuck up."
Nodding hastily, Di Roy huddled into his chair, blinking as he waited.
"Where were you yesterday morning between 6 and 7?" Ichigo asked.
Grimmjow simultaneously questioned, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
They shot poison tipped stares at each other before asking the questions again and once again shooting each other down.
Di Roy glanced between them some more. "Uh… should I come back?"
"No," they both snapped before exchanging cautious glances.
Ichigo set his jaw, not about to tell Grimmjow he could ask first but it seems that his silence was all the invitation Grimmjow wanted.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, placing a hand on his hip while he gestured with the other.
"W-what do you mean?" Di Roy asked as innocently as possible, which was apparently harder for those with rotting teeth.
Grimmjow tapped his feet, crossing his arms. "You know what I mean. I thought you'd cleaned up your act. Now what the fuck do you think you're doing running around taking fucking photos of some rich guy? And don't tell me you didn't because Edrad saw you."
Di Roy paled, tapping his feet like Grimmjow, but in nervousness, not impatience. "W-well… about that…"
"Spit it out," Grimmjow snapped.
"I-is it okay with him here?"
Grimmjow cast a glance, however, before he could reply, Ichigo stepped forward, pointing a finger at the man.
"I'm here whether you want me or not and I don't give a shit if it's personal, if it has to do with this case, I'm going to hear it. Got me?"
Exhaling loudly, Grimmjow nodded before meeting Di Roy's grey eyes. "Alright, tell me."
"Us," Ichigo hissed quietly, shifting uncomfortably when he realised that Grimmjow had heard him. "What? I was just saying."
"Yeah, yeah! Alright, I'll tell you. You see I'm uh… a bit tight on cash at the moment."
"No shit," Grimmjow drawled. "You're place is worse than his."
"Hey," Ichigo cried indignantly. "My house is just fine thanks."
Grimmjow chuckled, surprising himself so much that the moment the strange admission left him; he shut his mouth tight, blinking.
Ichigo seemed just as surprised but his face settled into his normal scowl and he followed up the question. "And? What does not having any money have to do with this?"
Di Roy seemed reluctant to answer Ichigo's question but he answered all the same. "I needed a job and I needed one fast. I got a call…"
"A call?" he prompted.
"A call! They said that they had a job for me and I'd get a shit load of money to do it. So… I tried to… well, you know… off that kid."
"Wait, who called you?" Grimmjow asked.
"I don't know," he admitted, shrugging a little. "He never gave me his name… never even gave me his number."
"So you just accepted a job without even knowing who it was for?" Ichigo asked sceptically.
"Look, I was getting paid. Paid. I was going to be able to get the hell out of this hell hole. You think I was about to ask for specifics?"
Grimmjow shook his head. "Are you an idiot? Why the… Fuck. You can't get any dumber. Well, what happened?"
"It flopped didn't it? I'm not a killer, not really. I got some shitty ass gun and just walked up to him. I was going to shoot him but… Edrad stopped me."
"Then… did you try again?"
"What? Hell no! Not after finding out Edrad was working there. I mean, money's one thing…" He shook his head, muttering, "Betraying a friend is another story all together." He then cleared his throat, looking back to Grimmjow and Ichigo. "So after that failed, I got another call. He was pissed, really pissed and he asked me to get my act together and try again. But I told him he could kiss my pretty little pink assho-"
"I uh… I think we get it," Ichigo told him, holding up his hand, a corner of his lip raised in distaste. "Then what did he do?"
"Nothing. He hung up and I haven't got a call since."
"So… yesterday?" Grimmjow urged.
"I was at... Shawlong's place," he replied, glancing purposefully at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow gave a start but calmed himself. "So… you keep in contact with them all?"
Di Roy gave a half shrug. "When I can. But Shawlong and me catch up more often than the others. We were at a café, you can check with him and the café people."
Ichigo let his eyes bounce between them. He didn't like not being involved, not knowing all the information and it was infuriating to have them dance around with words. "You have an alibi then?"
"Yes," Di Roy replied impatiently. "I've got an alibi. Look, I didn't kill anyone. I don't want to."
Ichigo watched him for a moment before taking out a pen. "What's the name of that café?"
"Uh… think it was Adjuchas or something."
"Thank-you. We'll check up on that and get back to you. Thank-you for your time and sorry to bother you so early." Ichigo was out the door already and ready to leave when he glanced back at Grimmjow to see if he was going to be joining him.
Di Roy was looking up at Grimmjow, giving him small smile, exchanging words with him. Grimmjow looked… a little unruffled, if only for a moment. Then it was gone and he was smirking, pocketing his hands as he rose a slim eyebrow, muttering some (undoubtedly snide) remark before turning and walking past Ichigo to his car.
However curious Ichigo was, he wasn't about to indulge himself or Grimmjow. Why should he give a crap about how he knew him anyway?
As Ichigo approached Grimmjow's car, Grimmjow leaned against his door, glancing back at the house for a moment. "Where do we go now? We don't have any suspects and now we have a mysterious man that's asking people to off rich people."
Ichigo frowned, crossing his arms. "I know. This is annoying. And from the sounds of it, it really was just a professional hit job. Why steal his licence?"
"Trophy?" he suggested.
Shaking his head, Ichigo sighed. "We should go over what we have. Maybe we should start with what Shū was doing there in the first place."
Grimmjow nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Well, I'll see you at the office.
Ichigo waved absently as he watched the car depart, feeling a sudden weariness set in. "God I'm exhausted." He staggered to his car, searching through his pockets to find his keys. "Why the hell does he have to be all, 'Aw I'm so awesome' and whatever?"
He paused, glancing back when he felt a strange sensation, the hairs on the back of his neck rising in defiance before he shook it off. "I should get some sleep. I think I'm getting paranoid," he muttered to himself as he strapped himself into his car. Another shudder passed through him and he nodded to himself. "Yeah, that's probably best."
Forgive my lateness! So… they're slowly getting there right?
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