"Fuck," I sat on the floor of my bedroom with my back against the door and hugged my knees. My vision blurred as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Chappy nudged my leg and I picked her up. She looked up at me and I patted her head while whispering, "I'll be fine." Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I dragged over the bag Miyako had given me and looked inside.
In the bag were a few clothes that I had tried out and taken an obvious liking to. Taking them to my walk-in closet, I began to fold them and put them away neatly. As I took out the last shirt something slipped out.
"I knew it," I breathed out and quickly unfolded the small piece of paper. It told me to go to the address that was written on the paper and ask for a person called Drake.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn't that.
It didn't seem like it was her home address but… A secret meeting place? Who was Drake? And she didn't even specify a time to meet up…
I rubbed my temples. What does she want me to do?
I conjured up the image of her face. Where have I seen that warm smile before?
Her name is Miyako…
I shot up from my spot immediately. Miyako… Scrambling over to my desk, I rummaged around my drawer until I found my USB and plugged it into my laptop.
I met her a few years ago…
I searched through the folders and finally found the picture I wanted. It showed four people – two males and two females. One of them was Kaien and beside him was -
"Kaien's wife," I stared at the picture. "Why is she helping me?" I paced around in my room. What was her relationship with Matsumoto Rangiku? Or was it just a coincidence that she was working at Miyako's shop? Should I trust her? Maybe it was a trap I thought but for some reason, I didn't think it was likely.
The sound of my phone ringing interrupted my thoughts.
"What?" I snapped into the phone.
"Rukia-sama," Ulquiorra sounded unfazed by my attitude. "We've found a small group of people that might have information we need."
"Where are they?" I asked. It was a quarter past ten but I told him I would head over there straight away.
"I'll send some people to take you there," he replied.
We stopped a block away from my destination so as not to alarm the people inside the building. I took off my helmet and my untied hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. I fixed my hair using the mirror on my bike. There was no point in disguising myself that night, I thought as I leaned against my motorbike, because by the time I'm finished with them they'll either be scared into keeping my identity a secret or dead.
"Did Ulquiorra tell you guys what you're expected to do here?" I asked the two Kings' members, a male and a female, standing near me while scanning the area. It was completely deserted.
"We were told to help you record the information," the male said. He was probably at least three years older than me but he treated me respectfully.
"If a fight starts stay back until I'm done taking care of them," I told them as we headed toward the entrance. "If you try to intervene, I might kill you by accident. Don't speak before I'm done."
They nodded and I knocked on the door.
The door opened as wide as the door chain allowed and the guard looked at me through the crack, "Password?"
I grabbed his wrist and pulled. My other hand went up to cover his mouth and I spoke in his ear, "Let me in or I'll break your arm."
A moment later, there was a click and the door opened completely. The guard's other hand shot out and tried to grab my neck but I dodged easily. Kicking his legs out from underneath him, I swiftly aimed a chop at the back of his neck. His eyes closed and he slumped to the ground. I gave him a kick in the stomach as a precaution before I walked down the hallway. There was only one door and it was slightly ajar.
Peering into the room, I noted around 15 people in the room. They were watching a movie playing on the TV mounted on the wall. Scanning the room, I didn't spot any weapons other than a few metal baseball bats. I pushed the door open.
"Dude, what took you so long?" The girl sitting closest to the door turned over. "Who the fuck are you?" At the sound of her voice, everyone else turned to look at me.
"I just want some information," I showed them my empty hands. "I'm not looking for a fight," I added.
"What information?" a man sitting on the couch asked.
"What do you know about the kidnappings happening recently?"
"Nothing," he turned back to the TV. "We know nothing. Leave."
"What can I give you to make you talk?"
"We know nothing," he repeated a bit louder.
"If you're going to be like that then that leaves me no choice," I sighed but on the inside I was eagerly waiting for the fight to start. I really needed to release some stress. "Should I fight you guys one by one or take you all on at the same time?"
"Watch what you're saying," the girl next to me said in a shrill voice and stood up. I ignored her and watched the man on the couch who I guessed was the boss.
He sighed, "Very well." He walked up to me and smirked. "Let's see what you can do." He swung his fist and I stepped back to avoid it. A pair of thin arms wrapped around me and locked my arms against my sides.
"I wonder where this should go," he murmured while taking out a dagger.
I noticed movement outside the room and I glared at them to stay put.
"You ruined boss' good mood, missy, you're in big trouble now," the girl who was restraining me drawled in my ear.
He used the blade and traced my cheek with it before withdrawing back his hand and changing his grip on it. I watched him wearily and as soon as he started bringing his hand down I swivelled around, using the girl holding me as a shield. The girl shouted in surprise then whimpered feebly when the blade sunk into her back. Her arms loosened around me and I pushed her away.
He looked at the girl curled up on the ground before glaring at me.
"Don't look at me like that. You did that to her, not me," I said with a shrug before jumped back as another girl swung her bat at me. While dodging her second attempt at hitting me I grabbed one of her arms and aimed my knee at her stomach causing her to double over. I took her bat and used it to knock her unconscious before straightening and making two others fall unconscious before anyone else reacted.
I looked around the room and gave them a silent challenge. Three men rushed toward me and then swung their bats at the same time. I ducked to my left to avoid the first bat and pushed that person. He stumbled back and crashed into the unfortunate person behind him.
I aimed a blow at the place where the second male's neck connected to his shoulder and then using my momentum to hit the third guy's stomach.
I should join a baseball club, I mused while observing the people who were twitching on the ground. There was a moment of silence when the remaining people stared at me in shock before charging at me all at the same time. I blocked off most of their strikes but a few managed to hit me. I made sure to aim at their necks or stomachs when I attacked and the amount of people lying on the ground slowly increased until the only people standing were me and their boss. I dropped the bat and it clanged noisily when it hit the ground.
"Did you happen to remember any information about the kidnappings while I was taking care of your underlings?" I asked while walking toward him.
He shrugged and shook his head, "Nope."
"I see," I sighed then punched him in the face. "How about now?"
He was surprised by my punch but still shook his head. A small trail of blood tricked from his broken nose but he didn't wipe it. He tried to punch me but I kicked his stomach and he fell to the ground. I placed my foot on his stomach to prevent him from standing back up.
"You're not getting any information out of me," he said stubbornly and I ground my heel into his abdomen, causing him to gasp out in pain.
"Tell me who's behind this? Who's so influential that they can make everyone in the area shut their mouths?" I looked down just in time to see him aim a gun at him. I ducked down instinctively and heard a whizzing sound when the bullet flew past me.
"Bastard!" I lunged for the gun. I tried to pry the gun from him but he wouldn't let go so instead I reached for a knife that was strapped to my thigh and sunk it into his shoulder. He howled in pain and his grip on the gun loosened immediately. I collected his gun and then pulled the knife out of his shoulder.
"That was really dangerous, do you know that?" I hissed. He curled up and cradled his shoulder. I watched him writhe in pain and remembered the two in the hall, "You two can come in now. Most of them should still be conscious. Get whatever you can out of them."
"They wouldn't dare talk without my permission," the boss spat.
"Oh, so I need you to start talking first?" I looked down at him. You just dug your own grave, I thought darkly. "Are you going to talk?"
"Do you think I will?"
"Everyone talks…eventually," I said while tossing my knife up. I reached out to catch it but it slid past my fingers and fell toward his face. He yelped in alarm when it sunk into the ground beside his face. "My bad," I picked up the knife. "I missed your face… But I'll aim better this time," I tossed the knife high into the air and watched it fall. From the corner of my eye I saw that his eyes kept looking at me then back at the knife. I mentally counted to three.
"Wait, please!" he practically screamed. "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
I caught my knife in one swift motion, "Told you so. So, tell me, who's behind this?"
"A big organisation," he replied vaguely.
"Big organisation," I echoed him. "Like Kings?" I remembered back to last year, when there was a group who were pretending to be us.
"Someone equally dangerous," his face darkened.
"Is that so?" I asked in astonishment and straightened up. "I never knew an organisation that's as dangerous as us existed…"
"You're from Kings?" It was his turn to be surprised.
"I'm Kime, nice to meet you," I said absentmindedly.
"You're Kime?" He gasped and kept staring at me in shock. He paled considerably and I frowned. Were the rumours about me that scary?
I massaged my temples, "So I introduced myself, what's your name?"
"My name is Drake," he replied slowly.
"Drake…?" Where have I heard that name before? I froze before reaching into my pocket.
"The address on here… it's this place?" I showed him the note and he nodded slowly.
This is awkward.
I lifted my foot off his stomach and he slowly sat up while eyeing me, "Why didn't you tell us who you were sooner?"
"I don't usually introduce myself when I arrive," I shrugged while helping him stand up. He winced and sat down on a chair while nursing his bleeding shoulder. "I didn't realise this is the place Miyako-san told me… I'm sorry I stabbed you."
"No, it's alright," he shook his head. "I tried to shoot you first."
We looked at each other, an uncomfortable silence settling between us. I couldn't blame him. One moment we were trying to kill each other and the next we were somehow accomplices. I rubbed my neck before talking again, "So… you will really help us?"
"Of course. Miyako-san saved my life so I'll do anything she wants me to… But I do have one condition," he looked at me and I waited for him to continue. "Can you protect us? They won't let us live if they knew we spilled the beans."
"I was planning on taking you lot in, anyway. 15 extra people to order around…" I nodded and then rolled my eyes when I saw his shocked face.
"But I heard Kings were…"
"Forget what you heard," I sighed. "Why does everyone always think Kings is some merciless, scary yakuza group?" I clicked my tongue and called Ulquiorra.
"Send some cars. There are 15 people here that need to be taken back."
"Yes, Kime-sama. Will they talk?"
"Of course they will talk." I reassured him. "Right, Drake?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Thank you for your hard work," Ulquiorra said. "The cars will arrive in about five minutes."
I clapped my hands after hanging up to get everyone's attention. Drake, the leader of this group, may be working for Miyako but I wasn't sure if it was the same for the rest of the people in the room. "Until this shenanigan is sorted, you are all a part of Kings. We will protect you from whoever you need protection from and we will treat you like family but if you break our rules and we will break you, understood?" It was a cliched threat but it works every time.
"Yes," they replied."Good."