Prey

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Renji POV
3 years later

"Ay Pineapple! Where do ya want this?" A voice barked.

I slid out from under the car I was working on to glare at the culprit. Grimmjow. I sighed and his signature feral grin stretched onto his face. Wiping the grease off of my face with a rag, I stood up and waved vaguely for him to follow me into the office.

Where we found our missing mechanic Starrk.

Sleeping.

On my desk.

Again.

I paused causing Grimmjow to crash into me. I could feel his glare boring into the back of my head. He then peeked over my shoulder and cackled. He dumped the box into my hands, and ran off, the weight nearly tipping me over.

I sighed again.

This was becoming a habit.

I heard footsteps bounding down the hallway.

Grimmjow came into the room with Nnoitra hot on his boots. They were laughing to themselves and mumbling incoherent words and phrases.

They creeped over to the sleeping bulk of a man like a bad remake of mission impossible. When they got close enough, Starrk shifted causing them to freeze midstep. The dastardly duo creeped on until they reached their target.

Nnoitra removed something from his shirt pocket. A sharpie. Grimmjow took out a pair of scissors.

This was not good.

I put down the box and sent the duo a haughty look that said ' You know if he finds out it was you that did this he's going to make both regret the day God decided to concieve.'

Grimmjow's grin seemed to grow making him rival even the Cheshire Cat. His look screamed 'if he finds out" then he winked and made a shooing motion with his free hand. Closing the door I rolled my eyes and walked back to the garage.

My fingers traced the wall. This was my baby. Zabimaru Auto Shop.

I had wanted to be a mechanic since I was a kid in the Rukongai. I loved everything about cars. The feel of the engine purring beneath your hands, the smell of gasoline and diesel wafting through your nose, the sight of trees and buildings passing you by as blur on the open road. It all gave me goose bumps and made my heart race. When I had a new car waiting for me in the garage in the mornings, the day was already starting out great.

I as the owner I got first dibs on the cars, now there were times that I simply couldn't take on a new car so I handed it off to one of the gang.

The "Gang" included Grimmjow, Nnoitra, Yatsutora, Starrk and me.

Grimmjow was a blue haired Adonis. The man screamed sex. His six foot one frame did nothing to help the fact. His tanned skin stretched across a body that men and women would kill for. He had cerulean eyes that matched his hair perfectly and green tattoos underneath. His hair was this blue chaotic whirlwind, always looking like he just woke up out of bed. He appeared to be laid back but I knew better. He has a brutal, impulsive and excessively violent personality but he was a good friend and a helluva mechanic. He had a signature *psychotic* grin that honestly still gives me chills sometimes.

Nnoitra was a fucking beanpole with legs. He was about 6'8 and looked like a stick bug. He had shoulder length black hair and wore an eye patch over his left eye. He has this huge ass smile that caused him to be dubbed Piano Tooth. He is extremely lecherous and rude not to mention the man is a huge pervert. Like no joke. He hates women with a burning passion that I didn't even knew existed. He said it was something to do with his crazy sister. He challenged me into a race of rebuilding of an engine from scratch and won hands down. He's got a drive that not even I can beat.

Yatsutora a.k.a Chad is a quiet giant. A gentle 6'5 waking, silent, hulk of a man. He has mocha colored skin. Wavy brown hair that covers his eyes most of the time and a heart of gold to match. I am such a fucking chick sometimes. I met him in high school after being surrounded by some of the other guys for having weird hair. Chad stepped in and we basically kicked ass. We made a great team. Chad's grandfather had owned a garage in Mexico, where he was raised for most of his life, and he couldn’t get enough. We just click, and it's something no one besides us will ever be able to understand.

Starrk was just a gorgeous lazy ass. I mostly hired him because he was extremely hot. But after working with him for a couple months he turned out to be a totally awesome guy. But he was taken. Happens every time. But who wouldn't want that? They guy was 6'3, greyish blue eyes, shoulder length brown wavy hair and a deep voice. Very sexy.

I slapped myself.

In the face.

Extremely hard.

Stop thinking perverted thoughts dumbass! #1 rule of life, thou shall not mack on customers or employees! I sighed.

I hadn't had any type of relationship since 'him'. Not even physical. Hell I haven’t even masturbated! But I was getting antsy. Something in my gut was telling me something was coming and it was gonna hit me like a fly meets the window shield of a Mack truck.

Gotei 13 Headquarters
Yumichika POV
My. Life.Was.Over.

I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. No matter how hideous a death like that would be. Anything would be better than this. Ripping my shoulder length black hair by each strand was better.

You see my boss was Kenpachi Zaraki, owner and President of Gotei 13. The Gotei 13 takes properties, companies and other various contracts, buys them and makes them even bigger and better. He was also the Editor in Chief of Squad Eleven Magazine, the number one motor and vehicle magazine. To be perfectly honest the damn thing looked like a bible. But every month without fail millions of copies would get sold around the world. He's one of the richest men in Japan. He owns countless companies, businesses and properties across the globe.

Oh did I mention he's also Yakuza? Not just some lap dog or errand boy. He was the Don of the Zaraki family. The man was as brutal as he was big. His 7'0 foot frame towered over everyone. At first he was just a retriever at the young age of 14. Tracking people down and getting the necessary payments. When the Don saw that he was good with numbers he made him a loan shark. And a loan shark he was.

He was ruthless. He sunk his teeth into the lowlifes that thought they could get away with philandering money. And before too long he was one of the richest men in Japan. When the Old Man a.k.a Don Yamamoto was lying on his death bed he passed his leadership unto Zaraki. When he died, Kenpachi changed the family name and began reconstructing the entire system. He was feared by all, but everyone under him was loyal to the death. There were no threats on his life and anyone who tried to cross him was found in the bottom of Tokyo Bay within hours.

So you see my boss was definitely not a man to mess with, unless you were a sadistic masochist who enjoyed the absolute maximum amount of pain and blood.

I am Zaraki-sama's personal secretary. I handle everything for him because if I didn't he wouldn't even be able to tell his right from his left... but don't say I told you that. Every night, Zaraki-sama read 'The Book'. It was his ledger, of names, properties and business who he wanted to keep track of. Whether it was for protection, or a personal hit I didn't know. No one really knew what most trusted confidents was in that book except for his. Myself included. Honestly I want to keep it that way.

But when I came inside the office this morning, two hours earlier than anyone else. (Because being late is not beautiful at all) The book was missing.

I tore myself away from my thoughts. Glancing at my watch, I had 1 hour and 56 minutes until Zaraki-sama was supposed to arrive. Taking out my cell phone, I called my partner Ikkaku. Looking around the room I searched desperately for any sign of the book.

"YO! Its Ikkaku whaddaya want?"

"Ikkaku I need you to listen to me very carefully, call everyone and tell them to come in an hour early. It's an emergency."

"Well what's tha emergency?"

I sighed. If I told Ikkaku, chances were he would pass out and the job wouldn't get done. Think of something that is equally serious but not as life threatening....Think.

"The printers are broken and the articles didn’t get delivered last night."

Silence.

"Ikkaku."

More silence.

"Ikkaku?"

"I’m on my way Yumi, I'll save the day! “The line went dead and I smiled to myself.

'Now where the hell could that book have gone. I went over to Zaraki-sama's desk skimming through the drawers, and all of the paperwork. Nothing.

'Maybe it's underneath the desk, in the "Cabinet" A secret compartment where Kenpachi keeps everything that he finds worth keeping. Which is nothing but I could only hope. Grabbing the key from my ring, I unlocked the drawer, I shuffled through the scattered papers.

Certificate, certificate, gift card, kendo match flyers, boxing flyers, extreme hand to hand combat sign-up sheet.... Nothing. Sitting my face in my hands I began my deep breathing exercises.

IN.Out.in.Out.In.Out

"Ya know Yumi if ya wanted me all by yourself, ya coulda just asked." Boots came into the line of my vision. I jerked up, hitting my head on the desk. Scowling I fixed a glare on my partner.

"I lied."

Ikkaku fixed me a blank stare, then a huge crazy grin appeared on his face. He broke out onto his 'lucky' dance. Cackling like a madman.

"Not about that you idiot. About the reason why I’m having everyone come in early.... Thebookisgone."

"Huh?"

"Thebookisgone."

"Yumi slow down and speak human please."

"The book is gone."

I turned my violet eyes onto his, part of me pleading that he doesn’t keel over and the other hoping that he won't blame me.

Ikkaku walked over to me, pale but not as disturbed as I thought he was going to be.

"Let's do this."

We turned back to the office, preparing for the longest and possibly last day at Gotei 13.

1 hour and 14 minutes later.

The 11th floor office was complete and udder chaos, papers were strewn all on the floor, chairs and desks were turned over, and people were running around in a complete panic.

"What if we don't fins the book?"

"Oh god, I’m too young to die."

"You think he will spare any of us?"

Ikkaku jumped on the nearest desk. "AY SHUDDAPPPPP!"

Everyone froze.

I turned to face everyone, “Now people don't think about it too hard. Since I am his secretary the job of the book is mine and I failed," I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder that I knew was Ikkaku's, "so with that being said none of your job's are in jeopardy. But we have to find that book." I heard collective gasps around the room.

"Alright people get anything that you have had planned or three next couple months, and the past three months that wasn't published together and make a portfolio. I want each section-"

"W- Wait!" A very haggard looking Hanataro came running in the office. He slumped over, breathing heavily. I rushed to his side.

"Hanataro, what's wrong?"

I felt something nudge my hand. I looked down and there in Hanataro's beautiful hands was 'the book'. I squealed

"Oh my god! Where did you find this?!"

He smiled weakly "I-I came in through the side door and noticed something in the trash bins outside. I peeked in and there it was. I thought for sure it was a mistake made by a janitor or someone. When I was coming the elevator was stuck and I overheard from a couple of the women downstairs that 'the book' had gone missing and everyone was acting crazy. So I took the stairs, I almost thought I wouldn't make it."

I stared at him in awe. Placing my hand over his. I closed my eyes and thanked kami that there were people like Hana.

"EVERYONE MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION! THE BOOK HAS BEEN FOUND THANKS TO HANATORO!" I yelled. The workers started cheering and whistling. I waited for them to finish their fun before I spoke again. "Alright people let's get this office clean before Zaraki-sama comes back.

Kenpachi POV

I was already having a piss ass morning. Yachiru's school was canceled because of a gas leak. So the brat was stuck with me all day because Unohana, her nanny, was out of town because her daughter Isane was in the hospital for surgery. The three glasses of whiskey I had last night were marching their way back up my throat, and on top of that my fucking alarm clock woke me up two hours early.

I had a meeting with the Old Man's brother, a shipment that was carrying firearms and about a decade worth of cocaine was held at customs. On top of that I had to investigate some lowlife underboss that fucked up and was being held for questioning.

"Fucking hell." I didn’t have time for all this messy bull shit this is why I had people under me, so why was I the one playing messenger boy?

Che.

Getting up I looked outside my penthouse window. The smog of Tokyo blocking the skyline. Sighing I looked at the clock on the wall. Walking to my closet, I picked a random suit. The damn things were stuffy. Putting it on, I grabbed the diamond cuff links and strapped my piece to the small of my back. I didn’t need it but I didn't want to hear Yumichika's bitching.

I called Shawlong to bring the car around, taking the elevator I started to calculate the odds of me going home early. Tch. I had a better chance at recovering 10 million yen from a hobo in an hour.

He had been standing outside when he saw Shawlong being harassed by a portly old man, who smelled of cheap cologne and equally cheap cigars. I didn't have enough patience for this shit. Especially not this early in the morning.

Standing silently behind the man, I noticed how he got real tense. Like a cornered gazelle when they saw the lion coming out of the shadows. He stopped talking mid-sentence and turned around slowly. I grinned ferociously, sharp teeth glinting in the morning sun. Daring the man to say something.

The man pissed himself, and was shaking so hard I thought his bones were gonna crack. The man said something unintelligible and ran away. I howled. Looks like my day of putting the fear of God into people was just beginning and I couldn't wait.

"Shawlong take me to the police station we have a package to pick up. It goes in the trunk where the rest of them are." I barked orders left and right. I didn't have to worry about him forgetting anything, he memorized it as soon as I said it and forgot it as soon as it was competed. Men like Shawlong were hard to come by.

"Yes Zaraki-sama."

Driving through uptown Tokyo, I looked out the window. Women with their short tight suits and tall heels hassling with coffee and purses. If they wanted to become a professional whore when they grew up, they definitely succeeded. It's not that I didn't like women, it's just there to damn delicate. Plus they always want to rub their claws all over me, and my money. Now I'm definitely not poor or hurting for money, but I don't like to waste it on superficial shit. Like decorations, who gives a damn if you have a picture of your mom and great- aunt Phyllis? I sure as hell don't.

Arriving at the police station we pull into the back lot, where one of my lackeys meets me. Grinning I roll down the window. I don't need to get out this is just a pit stop.

"S'up Kensei? How's the son?" Looking at the muscular silver haired man. I saw his jaw set tight.

"Shuuhei's good just became the captain of the varsity soccer team and got a full ride to TU." Kensei grunted.

It was always good to have police on the payroll. Kensei was also a good man. He didn’t' run his mouth and he didn't have to get his hands dirty, the conniving fucker. He turns back and heads inside, while Shawlong pops open the trunk. When Kensei reemerges he's carrying a body bag. Tossing it in the trunk with a dull thud, he slams the trunk shut.

"You are lucky I was the one who picked him up. He was spouting off all the kinds of shit. I shut him up real quick." Kensei snorted.

I just grinned. "Thank you for your cooperation Officer Muguruma. Pleasure doing business wit ya I see a raise a comin."

"I hope I don't see you later. “Kensei retorted. I barked.

"Shawlong let's go. I wanna crack this numbnuts skull open already."

We headed off into the warehouse district. I owned the damn thing. It was good for quick interrogations, money recovery and it was the easiest place to clean up blood. Driving into the gated lot, the guards looked at the Rolls Royce with no interest. These men were some of the biggest men on the payroll. Bought for muscle and quick reflexes, they were some of the best men that I know.

As the car rolled to a stop the door was opened, stepping out I let a viscous grin spread across my face. "Warehouse 11. My personal favorite." Yammy one of the guards let out a sliver of laughter.

"Ay Boss where do ya want him." Yammy asked, his head bowed and gaze directed to the ground. He was a little bit slow at first but when he was finished training he was one of my top guards. He was tall and husky with dark skin, a nose that had been busted to many time. His hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"Just put 'im somewhere, just make sure he keeps quiet. I don't wanna listen to a bitch crying all day."

Settling myself in the metal chair, arms heavy with knotted muscles folded into my massive chest. My face was set in an unimpressed scowl as I looked at the scum across the interrogation table.

Eyes were dangerous and bright, excited from the thought of digging my hands into the flesh of the man in front of me. I grinned, the fluorescent lights bouncing off my sharp teeth. This pansy ass bitch thought he could steal from me? Blood was going to be spilled tonight. Buckets of it. No one steals from Kenpachi.

"Kariya, ya seem to have lost something. Something of mine and I wanna know where it is, so ya might wanna give up the names." I spoke looking at the white haired man chained to a metal chair. The room was dark the only light was the two light bulbs hanging from the fixtures in the ceiling.

The man's nostrils flared his breath ragged and his eyes wide in terror as he looked at me.

"Ya don't wanna talk? Well that's just too bad." I drawled." Well I have ways of getting my information. Ways, I’m sure you never wanted to be on the receiving end before." The door to the room groaned as it was opened. Shawlong and Yammy came in, bringing a table and a black duffle bag. They left after setting it up just how I wanted it.

Walking over to the bag taking out a blunted blade, I tossed it into the air a couple of times, light glinting off of the metal." Ya know this warehouse is my personal favorite." My voice bounced off of the thick walls. I walked toward him, twirling the blade between my fingers. Putting the blade behind his ear, I whispered into it." Because you could scream for hours, for days even if I feel generous and not even the birds outside could hear you."

His body began shaking but he still hadn't said anything. Not even a single syllable. Time to vamp up the process, blood always did talk faster than intimidation. I could start with his feet where the least sensitive of nerve endings. Just a cut here and there, working my way up until I got what I wanted, then I would let the man beg for release. For death.

"You know there are over a million nerves in the human body but here's the funny thing. Nerves are really finicky, ya see ya cut one and it affects three more." Taking his bare foot I slid the blade down. Nice and deep. Kariya winced and started breathing even heavier. The blood dripped to the floor, painting the concrete crimson. I was just getting started.

I made identical cuts onto other foot and his hands. I moved to his ear and the man tensed." Now I could cut this off but I want you to hear what I’m about to say to you." Moving the blade away from his ear I put it to his chest, catching the dark blue fabric, I slashed down in a vertical motion.

The man’s breath was becoming labored and his eyes were hooded. He was starting to feel dizzy. But we couldn't let that happen. I walked back to the table grabbing the gallon jug and the green laundry bag, I slipped it over his head. Forcing his head back, I poured the water over his mouth and nose until it was halfway empty. I could hear him gasping and choking as some of the water got down into his lungs, before long he was gurgling like the pathetic little shit that he was.

I ripped the bag off of his head. Getting into his face I sneered." Ya think you can take from me? I know you snuck into my office last night, I know you looked around in my ledger but what type of dumbass throws it away in the dumpsters outside? Che. You're pathetic." Spitting on his face, I walked over to the table and grabbed bolt cutters, I made sure they were never cleaned or sharpened, if the man didn't die from blood loss, he would die of the infection that would set in.

I grabbed his left hand. "You stole from me, and you know the punishment for stealing." I took his ring finger and slid the digit between the blades. His eyes were wide and he was shaking like a leaf. I snapped the finger off at the first knuckle and he screamed with all he was worth. Echoing off the walls, bringing music to my ears.

"Talk. Now." I growled. I could hear him start to cry. There was no answer, so I slid the pointer finger in between the blades. Looking into his eyes, I saw a corner animal that still had one leg out of the trap. That just wouldn't do. I cut it off at the second knuckle. He screamed again, his unintelligible babbles were grating on my nerves. Patience wearing thin I grabbed his thumb and he started thrashing.

"Stop! I- I'll tell ya what ya wanna know. Everything. Just stop!" He pleaded. Desperation laced in his voice. He was still shaking, but I honesty didn’t give a damn.

"I had some land that I bought up a couple years ago, from some character and sold it to a man in Karakura. Turned it into an auto shop." Kariya spoke, his words frantic and rushed.

"What's his name?" I demanded.” I need a fucking name."

"Renji Abarai."

"Not his name, dumbass the little shit you bought it from."

"Mayuri. Mayuri Kurosutchi."

I smirked. Reaching behind me to get my piece. I cocked it and put a bullet in his head execution style. His dull, lifeless red eyes staring at the wall. “Bad move to be worth more dead than alive, Kariya. Shawlong bring the car around and get this mess cleaned up. Call Yumichika we're taking a road trip."