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Ichigo pressed harder on the pedal, the car accelerating as it went, and with swift moves he changed gears. Driving was easy, calming and the air that sped around him always made him feel alive. The speed was rejuvenating. But this time, he wouldn't give a fuck about it.

Growling he reached for his phone and pushed the phone number he had in mind, vividly recalling what took place a little but an hour ago.

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"So what's the plan?"

Ulquiorra raised a brow, "I will give the essential information, but other than that you will be on your own. I won't help you, not in the slightest and if you get caught don't expect me to come to your rescue." He ignored the doctor's glare and continued, "This isn't an easy matter. I suggest you get the necessary help."

Ichigo shook his head, "I won't drag my friends into this crap. I'm going in alone."

Ulquiorra simply starred, "I never meant any of your acquaintances, Kurosaki." At Ichigo's confusing stare, Ulquiorra reached in his pocket, "There is a man that will help with what you need." He slid him a piece of paper, "He is already informed and at your disposal. I suggest caution with his use. He can be quite unpredictable."

Ichigo clicked his tongue and the name written on the paper, "Yeah. I know what you mean."

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There was a click, "Ah, Kurosaki-san! Long time no see. I expect you'll be needing my service soon?"

Ichigo narrowed his eye, "Yeah, Getaboshi. I'll be there in an hour."

"Of course, Kurosaki-san. I will inform Yoruichi-san as well."

"Thanks. And Getaboshi. Don't go telling anyone, not even my father." His grip on the wheel tightened, "I'm doing this alone."

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It wasn't long until he pulled up the usual road. A few turns left and one right and he was there. He parked right outside the rundown candy shop and in mere seconds he was at the door ready to knock when the shoji doors opened and he met a scowl, dark purple hair and so dark skin that wasn't supposed to show. He felt his brow twitch already.

"Yoruichi-san…"

The older woman scowled at him, "Two years, Ichigo. Two freaking years and not even a call. I'd beat ya to a pulp if shit wasn't going down." She glared at his frown, "Get in before you attract any unwanted attention, sucker."

He didn't have time to move on his own, the woman grabbed him by the collar and threw him in. He flew past the front shop and crash at the shoji doors behind the counter, ripping both of them down.

"Fucking hell, woman!" he hissed as he cradled his head on his hand.

"Ah! If it isn't Kurosaki-san!" Ichigo's brow twitched, "So very glad you could finally join us."

Us? He opened his eyes and he was met with glares and smirks of all kind, "What the actual hell, Urahara!" he exploded as the shady shopkeeper hid behind his fan, "I think I told you I was going in alone!"

"Yes, you said that but I never actually agreed, Kurosaki-san." Ichigo gritted his teeth, "I only told the essential people, no one else."

"You had no right–"

"He had every right, Kurosaki." Uryu intervened, "You were about to barge in a yakuza establishment on your own, without enough intellect and with a half-baked plan. I would careless about you but I won't let you endanger Orihime-san's safety like that." He finished with a glare.

"Bastard! I would nev–"

"You would." Chad's deep voice cut in, "Unintentionally, but yes."

"Chad…" Ichigo lowered his head to the ground and glared. He knew Chad was right, and damn it, so was Ishida. Even he knew it, deep down, but it hurt to hear it out loud. And from someone he knew always spoke the truth.

"Well that was hard, Sado-san." Ichigo raised his head and glanced at the back of the room the red haired man leaning on the wall. Grin and tattoos all over him, and to be honest, it ticked Ichigo a bit.

"Who the hell are you?" he watched as a vein erupted from the man's forehead, eyes narrowing and teeth showing. He looked familiar, he'd give him that.

"Why you little–"

"He's with me." Ichigo blinked and his eyes fell to the petite figure of… Erm… Ichigo narrowed his eye in thought, who was she again? The cup of tea she was holding flew right in his nose.

"Fucking–"

"You had the nerve to forget about me, you stupid strawberry?" he hadn't felt a shiver quite like that before, "After I took time from my precious life to threaten you at that…"

Ah, of course. How could he forget; Kuchiki.

"You fucking midget. Do that again and I'll skin you alive." He hiss back but those violet eyes were too intense to look at. Yet he didn't look away. From behind the short fuming woman, he could have sworn he saw the red haired man hug Urahara-san.

"Ku-Kuchiki-san, maybe if we could all just–" Ishida gulped, "–calm down. Let's not forget why we are here." That seemed to sober everyone up.

"Yes, of course, Ishida-san." Rukia said and fixing her skirt again she sat back down, posture stiff and fingers knot together. Clearing his throat the red haired man –seriously where had he seen him before?!– took his place at the wall again. Both Ishida and Chad were around the small table, seated and looking at him, waiting for him to move and take his seat.

Ichigo sighed and looked at them, "Are you two sure about this?" Chad continued to look at him while Ishida snorted; he didn't need any more confirmation, "Alright." He took his place between Uryu and Chad and looked at the grinning shopkeeper, "So, what you got, Getaboshi?"

The man grinned and pulled his stripped hat further down, sealing his eyes away, "I'm glad you asked, Kurosaki-san. And I'll suggest you all get ready." Bright green eyes shone back at them, "What I am about to tell you is rendered confidential."

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Orihime bit her lips and whimpered as the needle touched her neck. In front of her Senna smiled bittersweet at her, "Hime-chan. You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." She blinked down at her, "I'm just gonna make you feel really good. That's all."

Senna led the needle along the skin of her throat and down her collarbone. She pulled the top down with her hand, the buttons ripped apart as she settled the needle right above her heart, "Ne, Hime-chan…" said woman looked up at the woman, tears threatening to fall, "Tell me your favorite color."

Behind Senna, Orihime could see Nnoitra with the blond man from the basement carrying different sizes bottles and colored; red, yellow, blue, green, orange, brown... Slowly she looked back at Senna, a tear falling down her cheeks, "Why, Senna-san..?"

The woman narrowed her golden eyes. Slowly her pale face came closer to the crying re head. She kissed her forehead once and as more tears fell from Orihime's eyes, Senna's lips touched her ear, "He destroyed my life, Hime-chan." She drew back and kissed her nose, "You are just helping with my revenge. That's all."

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"Okaa-san, who was that man?"

"A friend."

"And what did he want?"

"..You."

"Eh?"

"It's always you."

"OKAA-SAN!"

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It was short, I know. I just wanted to write this up quickly -I had promised this chapter today after all!- and to update because next chapter we begin with a timeskip that's all

So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well! What do you think of it so far? Do you like the plot twist? What do you think there's inside those bottles? Also, I hope no one minds that I made Senna kind of a psycho… If it's too much just bare with me, I'll try and not show much of Senna's perverseness…

Anyway, please review!

-Berry.