Ori and Kisu-Bleach Au
 

It was already dark, which was good. It was much, much easier to steal people away when they were already asleep. It was just a matter of keeping them asleep.

The diplomats were inside the large house not twenty feet away, and since Adrian was being paid a hefty sum of money for this, he would make sure not to screw it up. The cameras inside the house would be set up on a loop, something his sister was ensuring of, despite her being halfway around the world. Everyone in the house was drugged, thanks to a huge bribe to the caterer, also from the private person who had hired the hitman.

Tonight would be a bit different than his normal hits. He would be kidnapping the son of this diplomat. Why? It didn't really matter. It wasn't Adrian's job to ask questions. He'd take the boy, move to the port, and start of on the boat. During the trip back to his base, he was to make a few videos of the boy being tortured, and as soon as he landed, he'd need to send them off.

As soon as his employer received the money, Adrian would be paid, and instead of the boy being returned as promised, he'd dump the body in the ocean.

Perfect.

One last time, Adrian peered at the floor map of the large house, then checked his watch. It clicked to two thirty. The loop was going now. If anything had gone wrong, his earpiece would be buzzing with Celeste's voice. Adrian folded the map, before starting a walk.

He paused by the entrance, a guard slumped over in front of multiple screens. Adrian waved to the sleeping man, stepping into the small building and moving past him, striding into the house. Whistling quietly, Adrian paused at the front door, using a magnet to open the latch. For such a high tech lock, it was rather easy to open. Then he was in the house, and moving up the stairs.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya, son of the a rather famous diplomat was bored. He wanted to be anywhere but here listening to things that didn't concern him. Things that he would never have the loving privilege of ever having to deal with. He would never follow his father's footsteps in becoming a diplomat like him. He wanted to go to an art academy since art was his passion. Once the meeting was done his father, and the rest of the diplomats went back to their manor home where they ate and socialized.

Walking around among the various people he conversed the other in idle chit chat. Yawning a few times he leaned against the wall suddenly feeling rather tired. Finding his father he bid his father good night before walking up the long winding staircase to his bedroom. Walking into the room he immediately stripped off his clothes to take a quick shower before dressing in a pair of satin pajama bottoms. Climbing into his bed he yawned again, chalking up his tiredness for a long day as he let his eyes slide closed as he fell into a drug induced sleep.

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Still whistling, Adrian moved through the halls slowly, stopping to pocket a rather expensive looking watch, and to grin at some visitors. They'd fallen asleep right on the sofa. Adrian tut tutted the pair, before continuing.

Eventually, he was inside the room. Not worried about waking anyone, since the drug was rather strong, he flipped the lights on, glancing about. "Nice place you have..." He commented idly to the still form on the bed. The tall male stopped in front of the mirror, as he was rather vain. He turned his head to both sides, eying his dyed hair and frowning. He tugged a strand back into place, then nodded and grinned at his reflection.

Time to work. Adrian turned away, and moved to the bed, tugging the covers from the boy. Without really glancing at him, Adrian tugged him up, behind his head, and laying on both shoulders, his legs and arms dangling at the sides. He held on to the limbs, and made his way back outside, passing through the guard house again. Since the yard was walled, there wasn't much of a chance being seen. He paused before stepping out into the street, glancing around. It was a rather nice neighborhood, and was usually the case in such areas, there were few night owls.

The male stepped quickly into the same alley he'd hid in while waiting, giving a wave to the security camera. The boy (Who cared what his name was really?) Was tossed into the back seat rather carelessly. Inside, Adrian flipped the light on, glancing at the photo, then into the backseat. "Yup...you are definitely the target. Let's get going, then...shall with?" He pressed a button on the tiny earpiece he wore. "End loop, Ce-ce."

"Gotcha. Everything went smoothly?" A feminine voice replied into his ear.

Adrian rolled his eyes before pressing the button again. "Of course. I'm far better than you, dear sister. That's why I do the dirty work, and you play with computers."

Celeste replied with various name calling. Adrian tugged the earpiece out, tossing it into the passenger seat. He shifted the stolen car into drive, and pulled off, whistling again.

The whistling from the front stopped after a few moments, Adrian straining to listen. He could have sworn he'd heard a few quick thunks, like someone was trying to open the door. The child safety locks were on, however, and the car couldn't be opened from the inside. Just as a precaution, the male had also sawed off the locks.

He did, however, pause to wiggle the rear view mirror around. Most of the male's body was hidden by his own seat, but he'd at least be able to see if the boy sat up. He began to whistle again.

((Darn it your guy thought of everything -huffs-))

Toshiro huffed a little bit, but then froze when he heard the whistling stop. Did the other know that he was awake. Whoever had him was smart, the child safety locks must have been on, meaning that he wouldn't be able to open the doors from the outside. He figured that pushing against the door wasn't an option either. Thinking of his options he decided that the best plan of action was to lay and wait. He wasn't dead yet so that meant that whoever had hired the person that was driving the car wanted him alive. Probably for a ransom or something like that. He heard the whistling again as he managed to push himself into a sitting position. He moved to the other passenger back seat so that he was diagonal from the other male. "Who are you! I demand that you tell me your name!" yelled Toshiro trying to more than anything psych himself out more and make himself feel braver.

(No. I've just played an assassin a lot.)

The male drove carefully. Now wasn't the time to get pulled over. After a quick glance in the rearview mirror, it was apparent the boy was indeed awake. "Well, now. Someone must have been given a lot of meds. You shouldn't be awake already." He stated simply, glancing back. Good, the boy still seemed scared. It wasn't long to the docks, so as long as the boy didn't act up, they should be in the clear soon.

He didn't respond when Toshiro began to question him, thinking. Obviously, he wasn't going to give his real name. Eventually, he simply shrugged. "I don't really care what you call me. Let's just keep it nice and professional, yeah?"

Adrian expected some kind of fight from the male, still, the pain that shot into his shoulder was unexpected. He cried out, the car veering. Quickly, however, he straightened.

As Toshiro had predicted, blue and red lights came on behind the male quickly. Adrian cursed, reaching under the passenger seat. He withdrew a capped needle, and turned around. He uncapped it, and plunged it deep into the boys leg. Adrian straightened quickly as the officer reached the door. "Good evening." He smiled at the male. Hopefully more of that drug would make the boy behind him pass out again. "Sorry about that, sir. My friend back here has had far too many drinks. He was getting a bit rowdy in the back seat and hit my shoulder by accident..."

Since the boy seemed out of it, and was blinking rather stupidly in the back seat, the officer had Adrian step out of the car. The male debated killing the policeman, however, after a moment's thought, he obeyed, walking down the side of the road and touching his nose. Soon enough, he was on his way. At least he hadn't decided to run his plates, since the car was probably listed as stolen by now.


Eventually, he was parked at the docks, and dragged the male's body from the backseat. He was dropped under the deck of Adrian's boat, locking the boy into a small room with a bunk bed, an attached dresser, and a small porthole with glass over it.

By the time he woke, there was nothing but waves in view. There was the thudding of someone walking above him, though not much else. There did seem to be music blaring, and a voice singing with it.

Soon enough, the door was opened. Once again, Adrian was humming softly, matching the music. He carried a large camera, dropping it down on the desk. "Alrightie. So we need to make a few videos. You stay on the bed there, and look into the camera, and ask your Daddy real nice like, that you want the money so you can come home. Got it? Not too hard to do, now is it?" He smiled at the boy, before continuing. "Make it convincing, alright? If not, I'll need to help you out a bit. And I don't think you'd like my help."

"Then I'll help you make this video for your daddy." Adrian replied calmly. "It's completely up to you, either way." He folded his arms, and leaned against the wall, eying the boy. "Just so you know. It's nothing personal. Just my job. My employeer is the one with the bone to pick. I'm just trying to make a living, support the family, ya know?"

He moved to the male, tugging the blanket away. "Get ready for your close up, boy."

((Do we need to leave mene for a bit or will it get too heated?))

Toshiro eyed the other male when he heard his flat reply. He began to break out into a cold sweat as he saw the other male begin to approach. Nothing personal?! Like that was going to make him feel any better. If anything else it only made it worse. This lap dog was just doing it for the money. Not even caring who he hurt, killed, or stepped on. This man was truly a lowlife. As he was thinking dark thoughts he glanced up at the other not prepared for the other to rip the blanket away from him.

He was still dressed in his satin black pajamas so at least there was something covering him. He had to laugh though when he heard about the family. Family. That word brought bitter sweet memories to him. Did this so called family know what one of its members was doing, and if they did would they have approved of it. As the male continued to approach him he eyed the door deciding that this would be his best chance. Quickly moving off of the bed he made a mad dash for the door.

(I don't think so. He's not that kinda guy. He's just gonna make him scream a bit. Lots of pain. Sorry this post is so short.)

"Really?" Adrian questioned as the male tensed, eying the door. He'd been doing this for far too long, to understand body language that well. since the room was so small, Adrian simply held out his arm as the boy lunged for the door, with the intent of clothes-lining him.

((Okie dokie))

Toshiro didn't have time to turn his direction when he saw the other whip out his hand. He should have known that the other was expecting him to do something like that. Maybe he knew all along. The other male, whatever his name might be, had gotten into the manor home after all, completely undetected. Then again the other had a significant amount of help, but even that took a lot of meticulous planning and the such.

Running smack into the other's arm he went sprawling backwards as he landed hard on his back, his head hitting the wooden floor, and the air being completely knocked out of his lungs. Rolling onto his side on all fours with his back turned to the other he began coughing and sucking in air. He should have thought this out a lot better.

Adrian found himself laughing as the male ran into his arm, then fell backwards. He shook his head when he heard coughing and sputtering. Shaking his head, Adrian placed a foot unto the male's rear, pointed towards him. He pushed forward roughly. "Really? I've done this hundred of times, and to be honest, this is the best payday I will ever have. There's no way I'm letting you get away. We are about a hundred miles from the shore, anyway. Can you swim that far? I think not. Another fifty and we'll be out where there are even fewer boats. Get your butt up and sit down on the bed."

He moved to the table, fiddling with the camera. "No describing me, or the ship, or even that we are over water, understand? Whatever they can figure out, let them, but you aren't going to make it any easier on them, understand?" A red light came on, and once again, Adrian pointed towards the bed.

Adrian rolled his eyes and sighed, before digging into his back pocket. He removed a hood. It looked rather like a ski mask. He paused for a moment, taking out a small case and a handheld mirror. He popped contacts into his eyes. Instead of the bright blue, they were now white, with an 'x' in the middle of the contact. It gave him a rather eerie appearance.

Once again, he strolled to Toshiro. He grabbed the boy's hair with one hand, while his right one pulled back, moving forward quickly, intent on connecting with the boy's jaw.

((What. o.O I did what you wanted -whimper-))

Toshiro raised an eyebrow as he wondered what the other was doing, but soon the other male was strolling up to him. Before he could pull away he was grabbed roughly by the hair and brought upwards. He closed his eyes tightly when he saw the other bring back his right hand ready to punch him straight in the jaw. What had he done wrong? He had done everything that the other had asked of him. Toshiro went through everything that he had said. He didn't mention any of his surroundings, who his captor was, or even where they were. So why was he getting hit. As his fevered thoughts went flying through his mind he felt the other's fist connect with his jaw. His head twisted painfully to the side as he felt the sting of the hit. He also tasted blood in his mouth. He also let out a yell as he felt tears begin to prickle at the corners of his eyes. The events of the night before and now finally taking their toll.

(He doesn't like attitude, lmao!)

Adrian bent low, whispering into the boy's ear. "A bit more convincing, yeah? Let Daddy Dearest know how much you wanna come home, understand? None of the attitude either, or I'll tie your a-- and you can go for a swim with the sharks."

The male stepped back, out of the view of the camera, letting the male have center stage once again.