Yumichika knows he's pretty! ♥ (yumichika) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-19 04:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !trigger warning, yachiru kusajishi, yumichika ayasegawa |
Who: Yachiru & Yumichika
What: last Saturday morning’s (10/12/2013) nightclub hit, before these text messages.
When: *points up* Totally backdated!
Rating: Prooooobably a bit on the high side? Rated V for Violence and M for Murder.
Status: Complete!
The nightclub was closed by 2:40am and the doors were locked. By 2:57am, the signs were all turned off, the regular employees had left, and the street was dark and empty, so it looked like a safe bet that there weren’t going to be a lot of witnesses. Especially if they were going to use the back entrance.
Yumichika wore all black attire, with long, slender feathers affixed to his right eye, one yellow and one red. Even during an impending fight, he was vain. And while he didn’t have his sword from his dreams, he did have a functional sword that had been his grandfather’s. It was the one thing his mother hadn’t taken off with when she left for Hokkaido. There was no way that he was going to go into a situation like this without being armed, and more so since he was with Lieutenant Yachiru. He would not only have her back, but if worse came to worse and their enemies had the upper hand, he could at least die bravely and beautifully, with a sword in his hand.
Yumichika might be pretty, but he also itched for a good fight, just as much as any other member of Squad 11 did. He simply wasn’t aware that this was a HIT mission and not a simply ‘beat them up’ mission. Whoops?
He nodded to Yachiru, whispering to her, “Do you want me to knock on the back door and see if Mr. Suit will answer, so I can fake flirt with him again?”
Yachiru as well had chosen to dress in all black, not wanting to clash with her partner, also knowing that he worked best when he was matching those who he was working with. Well, that, and that both of them looked well. She wore black leggings to help her move faster and a black tank top, with her pink hair tied back into a short ponytail.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement when she met his gaze, and she nodded. “We can do that!” Yachiru had no problem breaking and entering into places, but with Yumichika in stow, she’d have to be a bit more careful and her usual techniques couldn’t work as well.
She had tucked into the boots on her feet her lucky dagger that Kenny had given her, that she’d shown Gin. One tucked into each boot, actually. She also had a third knife, tucked nicely behind her. She wasn’t afraid of the mission ahead; in fact, she was excited for it. She wished Kenny could be here, so that way he’d at least know what she could do now!
That would be wonderful, since Yumichika found himself missing Ikkaku as well. But being from their universe's version of the Fight Club (only they all talked about it, all the time), they each were capable enough to stand on their own. At least this time, they had coordinated outfits.
Yumichika walked over to the door and knocked upon it, until one of the suits opened it.
"What do you want," he asked, and Yumichika pouted in response because it was the wrong man, and he couldn't even open with something flirtatious.
"Oh, I'm looking for someone who's dressed in a suit like yours," he started to say, and then rolled his eyes as though to indicate he didn't have the time or inclination to explain, before he hauled off and punched the guy square in the face.
"The hell with this. Bored with you now," Yumichika said, grabbing the guy by his tie and abruptly yanking it. Not to mention that yank helped get the guy out the door, like a disobedient dog on a leash. "You bruised my lovely knuckles under these very expensive leather gloves, you ass."
The man made a choking noise as Yumi stuck one foot out to keep the door from closing. He only let go of the tie when the guy was within Yachiru's range to rib-stick-a-man-bitch incapacitate him. After all, Yumichika was still under the impression that this was just a beat ‘em up mission. It was going to be fun times when he finds out it isn’t...for about 2.5 seconds, until he probably gets over that hurdle and joins in. Because Gucci, that’s why.
Yachiru just watched the interaction take place with a grin on her features. She wasn’t quite sure how she wanted to handle this, exactly, but she was excited that Yumi clearly knew what he was doing. Within a few minutes, Yumi had the guy by his tie, practically choking him. And now her partner in crime was going to find out exactly what kind of mission this really was.
The pink-haired terror walked up toward the man when he was close enough and she gripped his pressure points, letting loose just a tad bit of her spiritual pressure to help paralyze the man in front of her, making him impossible to escape. It wasn’t enough to alert attention from anyone at all. She took out her lucky dagger that Kenny had presented her with when she’d come here and deftly twirled it between her fingers. Moving fast, but not as fast as a Soul Reaper...just quick, Yachiru held her dagger up to the man’s throat and asked with a cheerful, happy smile,
“Take us to your boss and you might live.” Her eyes sparkled cheerfully, as if she were asking for candy, though she had no intention of letting the man actually live.
"You might live?" Yumichika asked, his expression mild mannered but questioning, due to the slight raise of one eyebrow. Any higher, and it might cause forehead wrinkles. "We are so having a discussion after this...and before my Gucci spree and an expensive spa day."
And so it was established that if it was high-end menswear shopping spree and a $400 gold facial treatment, Yumichika had a price. At that rate, if they further promised him the feathers off the world's last endangered exotic bird for him to wear, he'd probably kill someone's grandmother so he was the only one who had them. Beauty had a price tag! And for Squad 11, the fight wasn't officially over until someone was dead, anyway. So it’s justified in his mind. That’s all that counts.
That much was obvious when he was suddenly holding the door open for Yachiru and their guest. The smile on his face plainly said ‘You are so dead.’
The man nodded, preferring to believe the cuter pink-haired young lady before he believed the violet-eyed bitchy guy, and told them both, "He's in the office...down the hallway, to your left. There's three guys on guard and a hooker in there with the boss. Don't kill me! I have a wife and twenty cats to feed!"
For his wife was barren and so they hoarded cats. And that is this fellow’s backstory. As depressing as that is. Eeesh.
Yachiru giggled, then gave Yumichika a broad grin, happy to respond to his questioning. “Not might! Sorry, I lied!”
She was quick, not even using her Soul Reaper abilities. She had no intention of using those, not for this job. No, Yachiru was well trained even without those, being someone who was quite used to reacting in a moment’s notice.
She grinned and whipped out her lucky dagger, cleanly slicing the man’s throat, but she managed to do it in such a way that no blood got onto either of them. Lesson self taught, actually, since Kenny clearly didn’t care about the spread of blood or getting blood on him.
“Kay! Let’s go!” Yachiru clapped her hands together happily, not even letting it show to Yumichika that this was her first kill. “Now then! Which way did he say to go? Oh, this way! Oh, wait though! We should get his ID, so we can find his cats and free them!’ Yachiru remarked with a giggle, reaching into the man’s pocket and digging it out. No reason for cats to go hungry because their master was a douche. “Kay, let’s go!”
Yachiru bounded upward, and while Yumichika wasn’t a substitute for Kenny, she hopped up onto Yumichika’s back and motioned forward happily. “Go right he said, didn’t he? Let’s go!”
Yumichika had tipped his head down to watch, his eyes widened, since that was, literally, the first kill he had witnessed in this lifetime. But within seconds, it was as though his instincts from his dreams kicked in. He patiently pointed out (for he had far more patience with Yachiru than Ikkaku ever did), "Are we freeing his wife too? Because she's going to want to know why we're there. She might also want to keep the cats and grieve, since I doubt he's going to recover from that gaping neck wound."
Of course, he was pounced on and nearly fell over. Luckily his sword was still sheathed, because he flailed a little and had to grab hold of the door to steady them both, and also to keep it from slamming shut.
"I'm not Kenpachi," he squeaked, indignantly. Then he did his usual reasoning, which others often didn't try to apply to the Pink-Haired One. "You're too tall now to ride upon my beautiful and delicate shoulders. I can't carry your weight and we need our hands free, so we can kill the rest of them, or there will be witnesses. Also, by the way, I believe it might have been the other way, but it's not as though I was listening to him yammer. It's disgraceful when they start to beg and their faces look so ugly, that I simply can't be bothered to pay them much attention."
He waited for Yachiru to not play piggyback ride with him. Hello? His slender frame is nothing like Kenny's broad shouldered muscle-man physique. Get off back now, please.
His reaction just called Yachiru to giggle playfully, though she did jump off his back happily. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, the thrill of the fight and the hunt ahead urging her forward, encouraging her to go on.
“Oh, fine, Peacock chan!” remarked Yachiru happily, laughing still. She leaped down gracefully, landing on both feet as elegantly as a cat, and she gave Yumichika a curious look.
“Sooooo we don’t have to give her freedom. I wasn’t planning on letting her know I was there!” Yachiru commented happily, tilting her head to the side eagerly. She was glad that he remembered everything, though. He remembered Kenpachi and how things were with Squad 11, with their home.
“And my instincts say to go the other way, to the right! Kenny always listened to my instincts, so you should too!” She clapped her hands and started to head off in that direction, excited.
Yumichika smiled like he was relieved and never could understand why Ikkaku thought that yelling was going to work. Plus it was so displeasing to listen to someone yelling all of the time. For shame. The things that dream-him had to put up with.
"That works then. We'll free all the cats. They shouldn't hoard them anyway. It's unfashionable," agreed Yumichika, because that house just had to be stinky. He was following her down the hallway and they took a right, where there was a big door that said "SUPPLIES" on it. This was surely going to make Yachiru angry, but he was relatively certain she would simply take it out on the people that they had to kill now.
After giving it a thorough staring at, Yumichika attempted to gently hint that they might need to backtrack (without making fun of her like Ikkaku would have), "I don't think this is the office we're looking for."
Once they arrived at the closet, Yachiru frowned at it and with a burst of her spiritual energy, caused the door to knock down completely. “Hmmm, nope! Okay, guess it’s this way, then!” She giggled, then turned the other direction...the way that they were supposed to go in the first place...giggling as she went.
He was no fun, though. Kenny would have at least argued with her a bit more, but again, she had to remember that Yumichika wasn’t Kenny. Oh, she wished Kenny could be here. Her psuedo-father who had practically raised her from birth. Kenny. He knew what she was like and knew how to handle her. He’d be impressed with everything that had happened so far here. And Yachiru was contemplating her favorite partner in crime when she realized they’d run right into the main office that they’d originally been directed to.
“Ooooh, look, Peacock chan!” she called out happily in high-pitched Japanese, her voice almost a squeal as she spoke at the end. “Lookie what we found!”
Three guards, the boss man, and a hooker stared back at the infiltrators, in shock. And on their desk they had a money counter, vacuum packed packets of drugs with their logo on them, and loads of money.
Behind Yachiru, Yumichika smiled a beautiful smile at them. And no, he wasn't Kenny, but he had also earned his place in his squad, and he - at least - had a bit more patience than the rest of his squad mates. However, he might be pretty and he might be vain? But Yumichika really, truly, deeply loved fighting. It had nothing to do with Ikkaku. He was simply a fan of violence in general. That was why he had followed his friend around and watched all of Ikkaku's fights so intently.
So in that span of a few tense and shocked seconds, Yumichika had taken their measure and announced in plain English, "Your suits are cheap and with all of that money, you could have afforded a high end escort. She's not even pretty by street standards."
Oh that’s right. Trash talk? It’s happening.
The boss man looked ready to defend that night's fun time girl, when the hooker stood up on her wobbly light-up hooker shoes and screeched, "What the hell? I’m pretty!"
"On a scale of one to ten, you're a two. And that's pushing it. More like a one-point-five," decreed Yumichika, and then he frowned a little as the guards, the boss, AND THE HOOKER, simultaneously drew out their guns.
Great. Talk about bringing knives to a gunfight. As he drew his sword from the sheath, Yumichika told Yachiru in whispered Japanese, "She's hurting my eyes, but that hooker is mine. No one deserves to live when they wear shoes like that."
Yachiru wasn’t even disturbed. Guns pointed at her? Yeah, she could move quick enough to at least duck out of the way with maybe a scrape on her shoulder, maybe not much else.
She smiled happily, when the men pointed those guns at her, then she remarked in fluent English, “You’ll be sorry that you did that, you know! Peacock-chan,” she remarked and said his name in perfect Japanese, “he doesn’t like you, and neither do I!”
She leapt up to her feet, whipping out her knives again and making it like a dance. She moved gracefully, leaving the woman to Yumichika, though she did first make sure her boss’ blood splattered over the woman.
It was easier than she thought it could be. Scarily easier, but...it was what it was, really. It’s not like this is a difficult mission for someone like Gin, but it was Yachiru’s first mission like this, but she was curious to try, interested.
They were both fast, even under fire. For Yumichika, it wasn't yet inhumanly so but nearly quick enough, even if they weren't as powerful or swift as certain other people could be under like circumstances. There was a dangerous gleam in Yumichika's violet eyes, where he didn't even plan on what was going to happen next. He simply acted on instinct, and yet it still looked much like a dance. Give him a fan instead, and he could make it look elegant and refined.
One of the guards moved in the way of the screaming hooker, who fired her gun uselessly into the ceiling. As that guard tried to get a better shot off at Yachiru, Yumichika's sword came down in a arc, taking the man's hand clean off. A turn of the sword in his hands and another lunging strike, and the hooker's scream was cut short from a clean slice through the front half of her throat.
Meanwhile, stumpy the guard was holding where his hand used to be, running around like a poor excuse for a blood fountain.
And while all that transpired, two guards were still standing, and both of them were gunning for Yachiru. She was the boss killer!
All of her years watching Kenny, plus the few lessons from Gin and her memories, those were what was helping Yachiru now. She knew exactly what she was doing and where to move, almost like stepping into a glove in the process. As she moved, she swiped her daggers across the two guards, slicing through them cleanly, and then something happened that she wasn’t quite sure what it was at first. It was part of her spiritual abilities, that she was slowly gaining as she gained more memories.
She moved. And not just humanly quick. Inhumanly quick. She’d used flash step without thinking about it, dancing out of the way of the last drop of blood spilled. It was the next step of Yachiru’s Soul Reaper abilities appearing when she had a need for them to appear. She smiled brightly, her eyes a bit too bright, but she had that look of pure contentment and excitement on her features. She wasn’t scared of this. Fighting was part of her nature and blood had always been part of her life; it was her earliest memory, after all, one that she’d never forget.
“You did well, Yumichika,” she remarked solemnly, then giggled as she came out of her ending pose, glancing around briefly to see if they’d missed anyone.
By that point, the handless guard was also dead. Not a sound was in the office from any of the former occupants. Maybe some residual twitching while bleeding to death, but that was about it.
Yumichika would have had that look on his face, had he been as fast as Yachiru. But he wasn't, and instead he was checking the spot where a bullet had gone through the sleeve of his shirt and grazed his upper arm. It stung a bit, but he wasn't concerned with what it meant in a medical sense. Not at all.
"...if this leaves a scar, I'm going to have to get it removed or use scar reduction cream for the rest of my existence," he complained, even as he was impressed with the lieutenant's agility and the way she had taken out the extra guards. After getting the blood off his blade with the flick of a wrist and sheathing it, he did have the sense to suggest, "We should take the money and set fire to this office to cover our tracks. I might need a bandage. I hope it’s a pretty one."
Because she needed candy and he needed a new coat to cover up his formerly beautiful arm.
The horror of it all.
Yachiru was grinning ear to ear. She cleaned Kenny’s lucky dagger, then moved to put her knives back where they belonged. She ducked down and stole money from those who were already dead, giggling a bit.
“I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of,” Yachiru stated happily, or rather, Gin Ichimaru would. Because Yachiru had a way to get what she wanted, even if it was for Yumichika. She smiled lightly, waiting to see what he would do. “And I’ll let you set the fire.” She grinned again over at him. “Since I’m sure you can make it look pretty.”
She knew that might get to ease his worry about his scar a bit, and Yachiru brushed the dust off her face, tightening her ponytail just a bit more, and after a moment she looked as though nothing had ever happened.
Oh hell no. Gin hit a warehouse. It didn’t have that big of a pay day in it, other than the cost of a few lives. They got the drug money. ‘Skim offa that,’ is what Gin would have told her, since he’s pretty resistant to pink haired terrors and tends to do his own thing, no matter what anyone thinks or says about it. For he is a fox-faced bastard. Indeedily.
"I'm going to have to have this blemish airbrushed out, for months. I have to learn how to airbrush photos. You had better bet that I'm going to be taken care of, because I'm taking my pay out of that." Yumichika wisely pocketed some of the bundled cash - including sticking some down his overpriced man undies - and then said, just a little too sweetly, "Tell your employer that whatever was missing was burned. I’m sure he’ll understand it was a frenzied mess."
After all, he has been sullied by their unfashionable bullet, and now he was taking his compensation, thank you very much. It was going to be elbow-length sleeves for him, at least until it healed. Which it would, since he was slowly transitioning from human to shinigami as it was.
Someone? Is being a pissy drama queen. That person is named Yumichika Ayasegawa. It is not out of the norm for him.
"I might have to get a cute scarf and tie it there, and insist it's like some form of protest against gun violence," Yumi was saying as he wandered off toward the supply closet that Yachiru had busted into. He found some bottles of things marked 'flammable' and began dumping the stinky contents around, and more so on the bodies and anything burnable in the office. As he did that, he asked, "Yachiru, we might want to disable the fire alarms and sprinklers. Would you like to do that, while I finish up here and in the bar area?"
He was, at least, thorough. After all, he had to be. He was the only person in Squad 11 who bothered to do the paperwork, write the reports to be submitted to the head captain, and the only one who filed everything. If not for him, everyone in the squad would stare blankly if they were asked for a report from an incident two weeks ago, not to mention they would probably be handed a half-eaten slobbery jawbreaker from Yachiru, and if they didn't take that as an answer? They might get stabbed. A lot.
...and after tracks were covered and the money was bundled up, it was nightclub-go-burn time.